#misfit is a guy accepting he's an ass

[grim-faux]

we got into another session with Cycle of Hurts 'beloved' Ferryman and this is how it went down

this is absolutely accurate xD

[the-witty-pen-name]

Love is Blind (Part 3)

Eddie Munson x PlusSize!F!Reader

Summary: In a last ditch effort to evade the normal disappointments of dating, a group of misfits desperate to have someone see who they are on the inside volunteer for the most recent brain chemistry study at Hawkins Lab. 

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut in later parts (part 4), reader has low self-esteem and struggles with self love/acceptance, anxiety/trauma related to bullying, tooth rot worthy fluff, Eddie being a major flirt, cursing, mentions of substance use, descriptions of bullying & people being jerks but like also very overdone tropes, mentions of smut

A/N: Please let me know if you liked it!! Feel free to send me an ask if you want to fangirl with me over these two because I cannot stand them at this point. LOL Or if you want to share any ideas/predictions for upcoming parts with me or other ideas for future stories with Eddie, I would love to hear them. Also, if I forgot to include a warning that should be included, please let me know!

Series Masterlist

“Eddie.” 

“Hey, Eddie.” 

“Earth to Eddie.”

“EDDIE.” 

“Shit! Sorry,” he says, breaking out of his thoughts and coming back to reality. He stares at his notes in his DM folder and he literally has no idea where the campaign has left off. He clears his throat and awkwardly flips through the pages. “Umm..”

“We just made it to the fishing town and we were tasked by a local merchant to kill a sea serpent that’s poisoning the local fish in exchange for..”

“Oh yeah,” he interjects, grabbing the correct script he needs to continue. “Uh, did you roll..?”

“Are you kidding me, man! What the hell?” Gareth exclaims, exasperated. “What’s wrong with you today?” 

Eddie’s face turns pink, shaking his head and ignoring the question. He was not going to admit to being distracted. He’s not embarrassed to talk to the guys about you, but he hasn’t told anyone he signed up for the study. He didn’t want to admit he was desperate or lonely, he’s too proud. He knows his friends don’t care, but it’s a mental block he can’t pass. 

“Nothing, I’m good. Just let it go,” he says defensively. 

“No way. Fucking spill it,” Jeff laughs. 

Eddie racks his mind for the most sane way to answer their questions. He sighs, pushing a mess of his curly hair out of his face. 

“Who is she?” Gareth asks, raising an eyebrow. 

***

DAY FOUR

“I’m mad at you,” Eddie says, and you roll your eyes. 

“What did I do now?” You ask, playful sarcasm evident in your voice. 

“You’re throwing me off my game”

“I don’t even know what you mean by that.” 

“Obviously because I’m really cool and popular,” he jokes, “I’m a Dungeon Master as you know.” 

“Yup, I’m familiar,” you toy. 

“My friends called my ass out so many times last night for not paying attention and I kept fucking up.” 

“I don’t appreciate you pinning this on me,” you chuckle. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Lies!” He says in a bravado. “You are the distraction! You have managed to weasel your way into every aspect of mind- I hope you’re proud of yourself. I’m probably going to be dethroned. My reign is over.”

You bite your bottom lip, to hold back the goofy smile you know is creeping over your whole face. Never before has anyone made you feel like this. The notebook to keep track of other “dates” is long forgotten. You only want to continue talking to Eddie. You wonder if any of the other people you spoke to felt a connection this strong. You’re dying to know if there are other people who feel as good as you right now. 

“What were you thinking about?” you ask shyly. You can hear the way it makes Eddie stop in his tracks. You assume he wears some sort of chain on his pants cause you can hear it when he paces, but suddenly, his end of the wall falls silent.

“How honest do you want me to be?” he asks, suddenly sounding shy. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, I could go the cheesy, romantic, ‘I was thinking about you’ way- which is true. Or, I could be brutally honest because ‘I was thinking about you’ in this context has much more implications than that.” 

“You’re confusing me,” you laugh, “just tell me.”

“Do you ever fantasize about when we get out of here? In like, a you know-”

“Like sexually?” you ask, throwing him a bone. He was drowning. 

“Yeah,” he admits, and you can hear the chain on his pant leg as he fidgets. 

“Yes,” you answer honestly, “I do.”

“I think about it all the time,” he says, the confession spilling out, “The fact that I can’t touch you is driving me fucking insane. It’s not even like just like the thought of getting to fuck you- it’s like being close to you and like feeling your body heat, or like the weight of you sitting on my lap, what it feels like to just touch your skin- just everything that we’re being denied. I don’t even have a visual in my head to go off of it’s just like- I don’t know, man…”

You wince at the mention of sitting on his lap. “I don’t know if you’d want me on your lap for a long time..,” you sound defeated. 

“Um, don’t speak for me,” he cuts you off, playfully. “Any man who doesn’t want the full weight of his woman on his lap is a fucking idiot. Ugh, I don’t even think you understand just how amazing it is. I don’t care if you try to fight me on this, princess. You’re sitting on me, and I will love every second of it.” 

“I’m not thin, Eddie,” you whisper, feeling defeated. You hear him blow a raspberry and then he knocks on the wall. 

“I… don’t… care,” he emphasizes by drawing out each word. “You need to believe me. I couldn’t care less about your weight, your height, your hair… whatever  it is. I like you! And that means I like every part of you.”

His voice begins to raise, like he is yelling up, “If these fuckers would realize we’re done already and let me out.” He then lowers his voice like he’s looking back to the wall. “I want you. The experiment fucking works, I wish I could show you what you do to me cause maybe then it’ll finally stick. I’m going out of my mind that I can’t touch you and show you how much I want you, your body, everything. Do you need me to spell it out?” 

“Would you have still found me attractive if we met outside of this experiment?” you ask, “I bet you wouldn’t have even looked my way if you saw me at a bar or something.”

“Sweetheart,” he coaxes, “absolutely. I know that I would’ve been annoying the shit out of you for your number. You’d have been the one to reject me, I guarantee it.” 

“I would have never,” you reply. 

“So if it’s possible for you to know that you wouldn't have rejected me without seeing me,” Eddie muses, “why can’t you believe the same for me?”

“You haven’t asked me a single thing about my appearance,” he continues, “Do you care how much I weigh? Do you care if I’m short?”

“Not at all. I haven’t thought about it,” you admit. 

“I haven’t either. Now, please let me have my fantasy of you sitting on my lap please,” he whines, “I need something to get me through the day, Christ.” You laugh at his fake annoyance. 

You’re so happy at how he’s able to talk you down. It amazes you how he’s able to see through the insecurities and brings you back down to Earth. 

“Okay, okay,” you say, settling back into the couch and getting comfortable. You rest your head back. 

“I don’t know, basically, we’re in the middle of the campaign- I literally spent weeks writing it,” he continues, “and I literally just can’t stop thinking about how amazing it would be if you were there. I’m just sitting there, thinking about what it would feel like to just have you sitting on my lap while we’re playing and then I’m thinking about how I want to feel lean back on me and I’d have my arm around your waist holding you, and maybe I’d rub little circles on the side of your thigh and I thought about how soft you probably feel and then suddenly I’m sporting the most embarrassing boner which thankfully no one saw- Fuck, this is what you’re doing to me.”

***

“Is there any way to end the trial early?” Eddie asks, sitting in the interview room. There’s a man putting a pulse oximeter on his right index finger and another testing his blood pressure with a monitor on his left side. 

Two other technicians sit across from Eddie, taking notes from Eddie’s answers on a clipboard. They have tested his levels of dopamine and norepinephrine. They’re taking extensive notes on Eddie’s physical reactions to you, and the same is done to all of the candidates- including you. They continue to ignore Eddie’s questions as they ramble on about his levels of oxytocin. 

“In order for us to gather all of the information necessary, this isn’t possible,” one of them finally answers. 

“But I’m telling you how I feel- I’m telling you it works,” he insists. 

“Mr. Muson,” one says, closing a file folder that contains his charts. “This is a study in brain chemistry. You agreed to participate for the designated number of days and in exchange you’d receive compensation. Your conversations between yourself and the other candidates is not our business, nor what you choose to do afterwards. Our job here is to collect data, not the details of your personal life.” 

“I can’t believe this,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. He pulls off the oximeter and grabs his jean jacket. He walks out, despite their protests, flipping them off as he goes. He couldn’t care less about the lousy $200. As far as he was concerned, they poked and prodded the two of you enough. 

Of course, he did show up the next day. Promptly with a big grin on his face, he walked in with a happy go-lucky attitude that the entire lab team was secretly sick of dealing with. These sudden outbursts and dramatic tirades were becoming a staple of Eddie’s interviews and they equally couldn’t wait to be done with him. 

***

DAY FIVE

“Are these dice?” You ask with a chuckle, opening the small, black velvet bag that’s been left for you on the table in the room. You empty the bag out into your hand and watch as the dice roll into your palm one at a time. They’re all red and shimmer as you move them around in your cupped hand. 

“Well, I wanted you to have them,” you hear his voice explain from the other side of the wall. You’re beaming as you carefully pour them back into the bag and tie it off. 

“This is so sweet, Eds,” you marvel. “I love them.” 

“I also brought my guitar and like in a non-douchebag way I was kind of hoping to play something for you,” he says, his guitar perched on his lap. “I’ve just been working on this song and I wanted your opinion on it.” 

It's surprisingly soft sounding. You were expecting heavy guitar, something really metal based on what Eddie has told you about his music taste and his band. It’s slower paced, like a dreamy, slow rock ballad. 

You wished you could see him, observe how he looks when he’s concentrating or how his fingers look strumming against the cords. You just know he has the most beautiful hands. You imagine his fingers and try to visualize them flexing as he strums. You’re so distracted by it that you almost miss him singing a verse. 

“It’s not done yet,” he prefaces, still strumming. “I’m still working on the lyrics so don’t think too much about them, just like the meaning and the melody you know?” 

“Yeah totally,” you hum in agreement. “I think it sounds great.” He smiles at the praise. 

***

Before

You anxiously sit by the front window, peeking out between the blinds occasionally. You smooth out the skirt of the new dress your mom bought you, and you make sure your hair is still how you requested. Your mom let you wear makeup and you picked eyeshadow that matches your dress and you feel like a million bucks. It’s your ninth grade formal, and the star of the JV basketball team asked you to be his date. 

The minutes tick by and the time changes from reasonably late to stood up. You still hold out hope, and reject your parents' offers to just drive you to the dance. It’s been 45 minutes now, and you still hoped he’d be there. It was long past an hour that you admitted that he wasn’t coming. 

The following Monday you learned the whole thing was a prank, and he never wanted to ask you to the dance. It’s in the school paper that he’s at the dance, dancing cheek to cheek with one of the cheerleaders, who you can’t help but compare yourself to. 

***

Eddie is sitting at the middle school cafeteria table alone. He’s about a hundred pages into the Hobbit and the crusts of his peanut butter sandwich are forgotten about on the crinkly brown paper bag Uncle Wayne packed his lunch in. He’s long forgotten he’s sitting alone, far too engrossed in the story to care, when suddenly his head is yanked back by someone tugging on his t-shirt. 

“What’s up, Freak?” the voice asks before shoving Eddie back towards the table. He catches himself on the edge before his head comes in contact with the surface. He winces as anger boils up inside him. The three jocks laugh amongst themselves until a familiar voice shoos them away. 

“Sorry about them,” she says apologetically as Eddie looks to see her. Chrissy. He notices how she glances from him to the cafeteria table where the cheerleaders sit, and Eddie knows she doesn’t want to be seen with him for too long. 

“You can go, I’m fine,” Eddie says, forcing a laugh to make her feel better. “But, uh, I wanted to ask you-” 

“Okay, thanks,” she says, cutting him off and practically skipping to sit next to the prick who shoved him. Eddie recoils as the jock’s arm wraps around her. Eddie rolls his eyes and gets up to have lunch outside. Along with the remains of his lunch, he shoves the necklace he meant to give her in the bin. He’d stayed up past his bedtime, Wayne showing him how to drill a small hole into the top of one of his guitar picks to put a metal jewelry loop through so it could be put on a silver chain. 

***

You’re sitting at the table in the dimly lit restaurant and sipping on your cocktail when you see him walk in. He matches the description your friend gave you, and you feel yourself smile at how cute he is- definitely living up to the hype. Your friend spent weeks convincing you to go out on this date- one of her boyfriend’s best friends. They’re in the same fraternity. 

You can see as he walks into the dining room, he’s looking around trying to find his date. You offer a smile when he makes eye contact, and you offer a small wave. 

“James?” You ask, “you’re exactly like how Donna described you.” He offers a polite closed lipped smile, and a nod, taking a seat across from you without saying anything. 

As the date continues, you notice you’re doing a lot of the talking. You ask him questions and you’re met with a lot of one word answers. He looks detached, checking his watch and his attention seems to be wandering throughout the restaurant at anything but you. By the time your entrees arrive, he yawns. 

“I’m sorry, did I do something or say something?” you ask, hesitantly.

“No, no you’re good,” he says, straightening his posture like it would correct the behavior he’s been exhibiting. 

He pays for dinner, and you ask if he’d like to do this again sometime (just to be polite, you knew it was going nowhere). He sucks in air from between his teeth, and lets out an exhale. 

“You’re a nice person,” he says, putting his hands in his pockets as he waits for the valet to bring his car. “I’m sorry, but you aren’t really my type. Tom didn’t tell me anything about you really. I just felt like we didn’t click.” You notice the way his eyes scan your body, the unspoken awkwardness of you knowing what he isn’t saying. You nod, and say strained goodbyes as he gets in his car. You wished you were more surprised. 

***

Eddie is met with dirty looks when he approaches a girl at the bar. He feels her eyes on his tattoos and on his clothes, judging him. He sees her friend, who's also looking at him, lean in and whisper something and they both laugh. He knows the joke is on him, yet again. 

He opts to hang where he is, leaning against one of the high top tables, when he watches another guy approach her. He’s muscular, of course he is, and Eddie looks down at his own torso in comparison as this guy’s abs strain his shirt. Eddie scoffs, but now feels incredibly insecure at how his own shirt hangs loosely on his figure. 

***

DAY SIX

“Are you still worried about tomorrow?” Eddie asks, playing haphazardly with his rings as he sits with his forearms rested on his thighs. 

“A little,” you admit sheepishly. “Are you?” 

“More excited than nervous,” he replies honestly. “This whole thing has been fucking wild,” he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Insane,” you agree, laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. 

“I just wanted to ask, no pressure,” Eddie says, clearing his throat, “Uh the other day, when we talked about, you know- what’s gonna happen when we see each other…”

“Yes?”

“You said to not hold back, I don’t remember exactly what it was but along the lines of ‘I don’t want you to hold back. Just whatever feels right to you in that moment, do it. Kiss me, touch me, I’m down for everything.’ Or something. I just want to make sure…”

“You don’t remember exactly, huh?” you tease. 

“Is that still what you want?” he asks earnestly. 

“Without a doubt,” you smile.

PART 4

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[snowfolly]

So I got to the Daylight Inn in BG3 today and I had Astarion in my squad, and as we were hanging out and chatting up Isobel after rescuing her from Marcus, I started hearing a male character singing really softly. I switch characters around to see if I can find them and BOOM I find out ot's Astarion singing softly to himself while idle. I couldn't quite make the lyrics out but he sounded a bit distant and sad...made me want to hug him again.

OH NO… little guy, that’s so cute ;A; I absolutely love this and really, really hope this triggers for me in (one of) my current pts!

I have heard audio of him humming before (and it was so flat- which is super endearing to me lol), BUT this ask made me have some big hcs and I had to write and draw some boys about it lol

-

I imagine that Astarion really, truly loves to sing, that he gets catchy tavern songs stuck in his head for days and goes about his business singing to himself. However, the other spawn would continuously tell him to never to do so in their presence because he can't hold a tune, what kind of elf can’t sing? And what in the names of all the gods did he have to sing about anyway? Besides the song of agony that Cazador made him sing…

By the time he ends up a tadfool in our favorite merry band of misfits he’s learned well not to dare let his discordant voice slip in front of other people. He has to be charming, he has to be pleasant so that they keep him around. And his song is not a pleasant one.

He can’t help himself though, he still hums and sings quietly as he strolls through the woods, when he’s reading or sewing, in times when he thinks he’s entirely by himself. But Tav, godsdamnit, Tav takes notice. 

Tav startles him one night, telling him that they recognize the tune that he’s humming and that it’s one of their favorites. Astarion’s pissed that they were listening in on him, but he’s more surprised that he isn’t shot down immediately, that he’s not met with expected snark for not being able to carry a tune in a bucket, but Tav doesn’t belittle him… which is odd.

In time Astarion still keeps his songs to himself around the rest of the party, but as he begins to trust Tav he finds himself becoming more and more relaxed with them. He realizes that he can be himself around them, well, whatever parts of himself still left to him at this point anyway.

But it was a novel concept, this acceptance, a concept he learned to greatly appreciate. And Tav seems pleased to see (and hear) him being comfortable with them, being happy. Tav cares for him.

Tav cares for him after no one had given a rats ass about him for two centuries. What a concept indeed.

So Astarion continues humming flatly and singing badly,  Tav joins him often and they belt out old folk songs or bawdy tavern numbers together on their long journey, making up colorful (and hilariously crass) new verses as they go. 

And he comes to realize that this, this time with Tav is what being close to a person is supposed to feel like.

That being put down and belittled for something that a person enjoys is not universal. 

That constantly being on guard is not normal.

That another person can actually bring him joy, and that caring for someone is... possible.

Tav says that they enjoy singing with him, that they could go on singing with him forever, that they love his song.

And would it be so bad to sing of love instead of sorrow? Would it be so bad to share his song with them for as long as time would allow? He wasn’t quite sure yet, it was all so new.

But as he walks with Tav, arm in arm, belting out a bawdy old ballad to the heavens and all unfortunate ears within a mile, he had to admit that the thought of forever was enticing.

-

Thank you so much for the ask! And sorry it took 5ever bc it inspired me to make a little Drabble and doodle :>

[lord-squiggletits]

Fandom posts about Megatron's trial/him being put on the Lost Light that frame Optimus as the bad guy are always so fucking funny to me. And it's almost never "Optimus putting Megatron on the Lost Light was an abuse of authority and unfair to Rodimus and everyone else on the ship" which is an actually valid critique, but I often see it from Megatron fans who are somehow convinced that Optimus was like.............unfair to him?????? By "making" Megatron join the Lost Light? Or by "forcing" him into doing things he didn't want to do?

There's the people who think that being put on the LL was a punishment for Megatron where they were constantly putting him through moral tests designed to make him fail which is.... literally where, where did you get that. The LL was just a random cruiseship of misfits who didn't even ask for Megatron to be on the ship with them, where are ppl getting this idea that Optimus/the LL crew were in some sort of Machiavellan plot to torment Megatron and rub in how he's so evil he'll never be accepted?

Or like the fact that wanting to join the LL in search of the Knights of Cybertron was literally Megatron's own idea and the whole "only the Knights of Cybertron can judge me" thing was a legal loophole that he only pulled out bc he was mad about Starscream publicly humiliating him during his trial? And that if Megatron really didn't want to agree to the terms of his parole, Optimus was just going to keep him in prison until the LL came back with the Knights rather than immediately executing him?

Oh but Optimus made Megatron drink Fool's Energon. Ah yes, it's so evil and unfair of Optimus to make Megatron (one of the deadliest fighters of their entire race) drink a substance to make him weaker due to the fact that in far space, there's no one to enforce Megatron's parole or to stop him if he was lying and really just wanted to kill everyone. And btw Fool's Energon was a placebo the whole time, so Optimus' gay ass couldn't even poison Megatron properly. It was entirely a token gesture made for appearances only.

What about the part where Optimus made Megatron denounce the Decepticons, you cry? Well if one were to actually read the entire speech instead of taking screenshots out of context (something this fandom loves to do), the "we were wrong to assert ourselves" comes directly after a statement about technoism and subjugating organics; in other words, "we were wrong" is referring to the whole colonialism and genocide thing, not saying "we were wrong to rise up against Functionism." (Which btw Optimus was literally a fanboy of Megatron's and agreed with his writings, and pre-war OP did his own undercover work to foil the Senate's plans, and they overthrew the previous Prime Zeta together, so idk where people are getting this idea that Optimus hates Megatron for being a meanie revolutionary that didn't play nice >:((( ).

And given that the Decepticons attacked Megatron's trial to try and break him out, and that there was a splinter faction of Deceptions under Galvatron that were trying to invade Earth again, I think it's pretty fucking reasonable that Optimus would go "So before I very indulgently grant you the rank of captain and let you go on a random cruise ship for your journey of self-actualization, would you mind making a speech to deradicalize the Decepticons? I'm trying to keep society from not descending into another civil war and you helping by telling the Decepticons to Fucking Stop is the least you can do in exchange." I mean if Megatron cared so much about the Decepticons he could've said "No, I'm not going to give that speech, in fact I'm going to stay on Cybertron and speak to the Decepticons my way" but he didn't bc he decided that going on his personal quest was more important than sticking around to integrate the Decepticons back into society.

But somehow, Megatron choosing to make that speech so that he'd be allowed on a ridiculously lenient parole is the big, evil Optimus' fault, and Megatron has nothing to do with how poorly the Decepticons are treated post war, he had no power to stop that apparently.

Like it's just so incredibly weird to me that Megatron fans villainize Optimus for, of all things, letting Megatron join the journey for the Knights of Cybertron. Optimus' decisions were almost entirely driven by personal bias towards Megatron where he abused his authority as Prime to defy what quite literally everyone on Cybertron (and possibly the whole galaxy) wanted, which was Megatron's immediate execution for his crimes. He lets Megatron free of prison with almost no oversight, grants him captaincy of an Autobot ship, gives him a freaking placebo instead of actual weakening energon, and the only thing he demands from Megatron in return is a speech to make the remaining Decepticons who were still fighting (which wasn't even all of them) understand that the war is over. And Megatron accepts all of these terms because the whole thing was his idea that he wanted to be allowed to do. The only reason Optimus' indulgence didn't go badly is bc Megatron wasn't lying and actually meant his heel-face turn.

But somehow all of this makes Optimus the bad guy who's being unfair to Megatron???? Never mind Optimus' flagrant disregard of the law in favor of granting Megatron's personal wish??? Never mind the fact that the conditions for Megatron's parole were incredibly lenient to the point that one of them was a placebo and not hurting Megatron in any way??? Never mind that the speech Optimus made Megatron make was entirely for political reasons to try to stabilize society again and not bc he wanted to humiliate Megatron or something ridiculous like that???

What I mean to say is it's very confusing to me why the discussion of Megatron's trial is "Optimus is so mean/bigoted for making Megatron do what he did and forcing him to live under such strict conditions" and not, idk, "Megatron chose to abandon the Decepticons and publicly denounce their cause for the sake of getting to go on his own personal journey" or even "Megatron was initially going to just submit to trial, and the Knights of Cybertron excuse was something he pulled at the last minute because Starscream made Megatron look like an idiot and Megatron decided he wanted a more Grand and Important legacy than that." Or even "If Megatron cared about the Decepticon,s he would've just refused Optimus' deal and stayed in prison on Cybertron rather than trade the dignity of their cause for his own freedom." Nope. It's all Optimus' fault. Poor Megatron was forced onto the Lost Light and this is such a horrible and unfair punishment for him.

People want Megatron to be a poor downtrodden victim of the Ebul Autobots so bad, when the reality is that post-war/early MTMTE Megatron is nothing more than a dethroned tyrant, severely in denial of of his own shittiness, going on a journey solely to benefit his own ego, and all of MTMTE/LL is about him trying to get better from his stupid pride and self-centered behavior.

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:Lin's Rodeo

Never let it be said that Lin May wasn't a woman of her word,I tell you what. But right about now she had to wonder what the Anti-Christ she'd been thinking accepting her daughter's wager. Okay sure maybe call it karma coming back to bite her in the ass or someone's idea of a joke but she hadn't expected she'd lose. But here she was now, time to pay the piper as they say.

Right so context because it's key and king, it was once again time for the annual Harvest Moon festival which of course meant the farms on Wrath were in high gear for the occasion. And for the Goetia himself to grace them with his high classed presence along with his hired security entourage aka her daughter Millie and the rest of her misfit co-workers. Including that stringbean runt who somehow wound up marrying her, And Millie was especially not in any mood for her folks to be questioning her choices, not like they were ones to talk given the whole Striker fiasco. Least she could count on Sally May being civil towards him though Lin could swear there was something about the looks Millie’s sister would give their in-law but maybe she was reading too much into it.

But I digress so Millie had the bright idea to have her mom figuratively out her money where her mouth was by agreeing to a friendly little wager. That being that if Moxxie managed to do well during the harvest moon games then Lin would have to a favour of Millie’s choice and she be damned the little stringbean actually came out on top. Managing to best out Millie’s brothers and putting hi performance from last year to shame which meant it was going to be time for Lin to pay the piper. Now what was the favour she decided on you might ask?

Folks come on if you’ve all been reading this story long enough then you know what Millie chose? But to clarify, yes Millie chose that her mom should have a threesome with her and Moxxie, one night to have her man rock her world!! So here she was using the showers together with Millie at the modest little apartment that was their love nest at Imp city and the farmer gal still couldn’t believe she was still going through with this kinky nonsense. But a bet was a bet and Lin May was a woman of her word especially as this was one time thing and Joe would never know.

Far as Joe knew and the boys knew, she was just paying Millie a surprise visit in the big city, not simply because she had to pay the piper, no sir. But she could swear the look in Sally May's eyes and that smile of hers said she wasn't fooled for a second as that was neither here nor there of course. Not especially when Millie derailed her train of thought by giving her fat apple bottom heart shaped milf ass a slap, making those crimson blood red cheeks jiggle like jelly. Lin shooting her cheeky perv of a daughter a look over her shoulder as she tried to hold down how rather good that sensation had felt, seriously when had her baby girl become such a perv?

Seriously, she'd heard plenty about succubi and other sex demons here and there in Lust as well as the other circles of Hell but Millie seemed to put them to shame somehow. It was more mind boggling than the how and why she had settled down with a guy like Moxxie, okay sure he was easy on the eyes a polite city boy but come on!! But knowing Millie, part of this kinky forfeit was to prove her mama wrong on so many levels and you can bet she was going to get herself a show and some satisfaction. So as soon as the shower was off, mother and daughter stepped out to give themselves a quick dry off before wrapping their towels around their glistening wet bodies to go make some erotic magic with Millie's man.

Moxxie of course sat on the bed naked, save for a blanket covering his manhood shifting nervously and really who could blame him? He was used to Millie's peculiar little kink but seriously a threesome with her own mother? Of course his treacherous dick was already starting to swell and rise at the thought before his wife and her mom graced him with their presence, their modesty maintained only by the towels before they soon dropped them to expose their crimson red nude forms before him. His eyes widening, jaw clenched shut as his shaft was pitching a very visble tent as certain key switches began going off in his brain.

Neither he or Lin were sure when they’d started right into it but next thing either of them knew, the ranch owner milf and her daughter were kneeling on the floor giving Moxxie’s now exposed cock a double team blowjob. Taking turns licking and sucking on his length and girth to which Lin had To say, he was somehow as big of not eben bigger than her own husband!! The sight of such a prime piece of imo meat had pretty ensured any doubts or hesitation, let alone inhibition and shame went right out the damn window as she even found herself making out with Millie, their tongues dancing over the tip of the dick between them. Marking it from head to base and balls with lipstick as their pussies gushed and dribbled with nectar raining don to make growing puddles on the floor.

IT only got more intense once Lin found Moxxie grabbing their horns as he took turns giving each of them a deep, powerful facefuck. His hips jackhammering away as those heavy crimson red balls slapped and smacked their chins, making their drool splutter as his shaft became coated in a heavy coating of it. Lin feeling overwhelmed by the flood of bliss and ecstasy flooding her brain while Millie glsdly welcome this erotic assault, glowing hearts of lust tingling in her eyes as Her man once more asserted his latent alpha male skill of dominance. Knowing that it was only going to get wilder and more fun from here on in.

Which it most certainly did as she watched with mischievous pornographic delight at the sight of her mom riding Moxxie cowgirl style, fittingly enough. The MILF gasping and howling as she bounced her thicc cougar imp booty on his jackhammering shaft, making his twin rEd cheeks clap and jiggle. Before Lin soon found her daughter facing her as the kinky shortstack mounted and sat on her own husband’s face, his no doubt skilled tongue eating her out. All the whole Millie leaned forward to clasp hands tougher with her and press her lips to hers in an intimate, sloppy incest fuelled kiss.

Before !in knew it, she found herself being out through a veritable erotic montage of positions and combinations shifting from one on one to two on one, the former being for when one of them needed to recover and catch their breaths. For a stringbean looking runt, Moxxie had more stamina than some of the beasts back on the ranch! To say nothing of how it felt having Millie eat her out as Moxxie fucked her missionary or her eating Millie out as the secret stud fucked her doggy style. Now her sex life with Joe wasn’t vanilla by any means, after all look how many kids she’s had with the man.

But Christ on a stick was it any wonder Millie seemed to pimp her own man out and have him try to sow wild oats like he was a hell horse being out out to stud? An alpha male like this was too much for one woman to handle so of course why wouldn’t Millie have the kink she does, let alone figure her mom should have a taste? So of course Lin found herself experiencing a whole different level of paradise that she hoped wouldn’t make her too much of an addict. Wouldn’t want Moxxie feeling like he was becoming a homewrecker after all.

Of course with the kind of life and work he lead, Joe wouldn’t be around forever, so who knows if maybe Moxxie was more than willing to provide relief and comfort to his lowly widow of a mother in law? But of course the future was a distant thing and it was just a an idea that came to mind, as Lin found herself laying together in the messed up, sweat and juice stained bed with him and Millie as they basked in the afterglow. The warm light of sunrise brightening up the room after a wild night of a kinky passionate three way that the farm milf was certainly not going to forget for a good while. No doubt just as Millie had planned, the crafty naughty girl….

That was certainly on her mind as she later took the train ride home, that is after a very filing breakfast of waffles after another quick round of fucking. That stud of Millie’s really got some major morning wood that was for sure. Far as Joe and the boys knew, it was just a simple little visit to the city and some bonding time with Millie and her man but as said, given the look Sallie May was giving her? She knew damn well what has happened and it made the girl look forward to her own future visit to the big city, and how sweet it would be….

[lanteanserver]

FOR FUCKS SAKE

I have finally make it to 2:05 of A Meeting of Misfits because I'm so quangled I can barely focus on anything while I'm awake.

First I declare myself human as if I have a choice in the matter.

Then I declare sets of "rules" relating to magic even though I am not a magic user by choice. (I can do stuff that science can't explain. I generally choose not to do that stuff. Any time I bend that rule, I run it by my conduit with the infinite divine and accept whatever outcome occurs. I'm basically a divine warlock if you're using D&D. I'm not a cleric because clerics are guaranteed certain results for certain spells. I'm not a regular warlock because my soul still belongs to the God of my faith. I'm not a paladin because I worked my ass off to be neutral good instead of lawful good and I'm not giving that alignment up just to lay on hands and get better armour proficiency. I'm not a sorcerer because I generally ignore any innate stuff or contain it via religious rituals/channels/prayers.)

The thing is, though, I don't pray much lately because it feels kind of onanistic. Like I'm praying to myself? And it didn't used to feel that way, and I'm not saying that I am praying to myself, but I need to learn new methods because my old methods aren't going to work for me any more.

Someone told me a few months ago that I was either going to be a heretic or a Saint, and I think they were probably right, but it's not time for me to rest. I really hope I come down on the Saint side of the coin, because if I do, I'll have redeemed a lot of people. But not me, not yet.

A lot of the stuff that felt real a month ago doesn't feel real now; but the advantage of the life I've lived is that I truly understand that me believing something in no way determines whether that thing is true or false. That's why I call it quantum religion. If you can figure out which deity or combination of deities you owe allegiance to, and you can follow their rules, maybe you get your fair share of magic in your life. Maybe, because all I asked for was an average human life in a world where the floor on every human's life was much higher, that's what I'm actually getting. Maybe this will all make sense by the time I die, or maybe I'm planting seeds in a garden I never get to see. Maybe I'm Moses and I've spent 40 years in the wilderness and now I get to spend 40 years in the forest before going to the garden party (or to @LANtis which started out as a pun involving LAN parties and Ken's friend Alan and the lost city of Atlantis and Tír na nÓg... But I haven't been remembering my dreams lately, so maybe one of my souls is already a server in Atlantis and my mind and body have a lot of living left to do before I retire and resign myself and the rest of the world to its fate).

I don't honestly know how much of what felt real a month ago was real. I'm sorry that even I can't clarify that point. I'm extra sorry that it may turn out that I end up having to rule here somehow because I am not cut out for it; but realistically, I have been telling people from the start that I'm part of the mycelial network and maybe if I'm very lucky fun guys and dolls and folks will step into the limelight. I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for Them, but my solo is over and I'm just going to be part of the choir for the next while. I still love you all. I still think a lot of you need a bath.

Everyone gets one horsepower worth of life. One life that is equivalent to Hippocrates, who helped a lot of people, followed a bunch of weird rules to do so, refused to help anyone with kidney stones even though maybe he could have... Didn't drink wine, according to Hank Green, only blood, which sounds pretty Catholic to me.

I'm going to be going home today. I'm getting discharged. I don't know if I'm really ready, but I'm confident that staying here won't make me any more ready. If I survived the news of the election results while at home without breaking down, I'm probably an Adequate Influence at last (which in my opinion is a better option than either a Good Influence or a Bad Example, because we all have different contexts and if you try to transubstantiate someone else's soul into your own, you are committing a worse act of cannibalism than any breach of the Noahide laws I can imagine).

I'm going to be okay. So is everyone else. But not necessarily how we thought we would be. I think I need to stay here in the forest because the wilderness gate is guarded safely, and I already went to the garden party and decided not me, not yet, not without my artificial heart to go with my artificial intelligence. I am not A C-H-I-L-D, and I know what each of those letters stands for. The Amish Paradise took me a while to comprehend but like I keep telling people, I'm not God, at best I'm just an Echo. The abyss is screaming back, so cover your ears if you think you have reason for shame. But I still believe life will be better, even if it isn't perfect for anyone reading this. It's okay. Not me, not you, not us, not yet. I have a new cross-stitch pattern that I'm going to start. It will be okay. We will be enough. I love you all. I'm sorry it didn't go the way we all hoped, but today is still the first day of the rest of our lives. Let's do what we can. ❤️🧡💛💚💜🩷🩵💙🤎🖤🩶🤍🐦‍🔥🤐🏡🧛🏻‍♀️🦆👍🏻🥳😻🦄🦋🐅♾️🧿🐝🤾🏻‍♀️👋🏻🥰😜🫂

And for those who find the above message off-putting:

[notagamersdey]

Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3 movie review

Spoilers ahead!

You guys. So back in 2014, we were introduced to these band of misfits that almost the entire world didn’t care about. No one knew who they were or what they were about but many went to theaters to quell that curiosity.

flashforward a pandemic later and this movie just saved the MCU. It was full of heart and soul. Every character had a chance to shine and James did a real good job of paying off set ups that were established way back before the events of endgame.

Rockets backstory was the backbone of this film. It brought out the absolute best of these characters and brought out the emotions of the audience. We had seen who rocket was in the last movie, and how he struggled with himself but here we see how the team struggles with the mere idea of losing him. Even the most stoic of characters (nebula) showed how much they cared.

did I cry yes. I think a total of three times. And it was all due to the actors. When the characters reacted to rocket either about to die or dying, it felt so real and believable that it brought me to tears. I feel like one of there had to be alternate scripts where rocket really did die because the actors reacting to it were so in touch with that immediate loss that it was hard not to believe the worst. I say this because when quill was about to die, the reactions from the other actors were not as impactful. So that makes me believe that they knew he was going to be okay anyways.

Fucking claps all around for Bradley cooper. From what I’ve seen, he is not usually on set for rocket, it’s usually Brother Gunn (who also plays kraglen) but when Lyla dies and Rocket gives this gut wrenching scream, It was fucking terrible (in a good way). You can feel the loss and sadness and UGHHH! I can’t! It was so fucking good.

fucking props to the writers. I’m so hyped that I’d have to rewatch the film again to point more stuff out but for now I want to point out two things. 1. nebulas reaction: throughout the film nebula had been a complete hard Ass being annoyed at everyone. We don’t see her break this facade until rocket wakes up from a coma. She cracks. It’s so obvious yet subtle. It was in character. But also, when you remember what her character has been through since infinity war, all she had was rocket. For OVER FIVE YEARS. Rocket is most likely whom she’d consider her best friend if she were to admit such a thing. 2. rocket raccoon: they’ve made rockets species a gag since the very beginning but the entire scene where he finally sees for himself what he is, and then accepts that as such is such a fucking good pay off! It felt like he finally knew himself. Almost a decade of “I’m not a raccoon.” To “rocket raccoon” just hit different. And it wasn’t uncalled for. It fit. It didn’t feel cringey or over the top. It fit perfectly. Honestly it’s almost akin to “I am iron man” that’s how natural it felt. anyways, 10/10 recommend. I have more to say but it’s 3AM and I’m tired!

[unliikelylovers]

saw the barbie movie today (good movie) opened twitter (huge mistake) was confronted with a thinkpiece about how the barbie movie queerbaited and then a tweet about queerbaiting celebrities with pedro pascal as the first example and i just want to know what the fuck people mean when they say queerbaiting. like. ok first of all if you thought the barbie movie produced by mattel was going to be a radical piece of queer art that’s on you. that wasn’t, like, any part of the marketing! that was just you! 

second of all the whole idea that individual people can “queerbait” is so fucking stupid. to the extent that “queerbaiting” is a useful term (which i am less and less convinced of) it’s useful to describe a marketing technique. the classic queerbait of the 00s-10s tv shows, you know, starring two white guys the fans push together like they’re making their dolls kiss (did i mention i saw the barbie movie today). and like, the problem with queerbaiting is that it’s done out of cynicism. that it’s done by production companies who want gay fans tuning in, who want gay dollars, but who have no interest in telling real gay stories, which would mean risking their straight audiences. that’s the problem with queerbaiting. so what is the logic behind saying that, like, kit connor is “queerbaiting” by being an eighteen-year-old actor playing a bisexual teenager on a tv show that is like crafted in a lab to be Good Wholesome Queer Representation? it just doesn’t compute! even if you buy into the narrative that gay roles must or should be played by gay actors (i don’t) the idea that you are owed a queer celebrity’s public, explicit coming out or else they’re “queerbaiting” is completely fucking ass-backwards. being closeted as a public figure is not in itself a betrayal of queer causes. it’s actually not advancing the cause of queer liberation to push an eighteen-year-old actor at the very beginning of his career out of the closet, but thanks for playing

third of all in re pedro pascal i’m going to go under a readmore because i’m a fan of him but this post is too long and no one cares 

people are really fucking obtuse about pedro pascal specifically and it drives me nuts. like okay let’s break this down, because there’s layers to this

let me just make it absolutely clear that i don’t think it’s good or productive to expect queer actors (or any public figures) to have public, explicit coming-out moments. i think it’s a lot more complicated than that, but the bottom line is, public figures are entitled to their private lives, and if they’re not hurting the lgbtq community, i think it’s crass and counterproductive to hound them about their sexuality. i also think that the expectation of, like, an interview where someone says the words “i’m gay” dovetails with the idea that assuming someone’s sexuality is unilaterally bad and homophobic, and i disagree. i don’t think it’s helpful to the lgbtq community to assume that all public figures are straight until they explicitly tell us they’re not. 

so pedro pascal is famous for shows like the mandalorian, the last of us, and narcos. among the people who would call him a queerbaiter, the thing we love about him is when he plays a Manly Man with a secret soft side. he gets typecast as a reluctant father figure who would die for his misfit adopted child and i eat it up every time. my point being: he isn’t playing specifically gay roles! again, even if you accept the premise that gay roles should go to out gay actors, that’s not what pedro pascal’s career looks like. (and i would argue that roles like joel and mando are specifically relying on a kind of straight(-passing) masculinity but we don’t need to get into that)

so, in what sense is he queerbaiting? what’s the logic here? because he’s not building a career on gay roles. he’s not cultivating or marketing a public persona that relies on assumed queerness. he posts about pride, he talks about his support for lgbtq political causes, and he loves his trans sister. that’s it. that’s all. if he were, for instance, married to a woman, all this would amount to is him being a very sweet and welcome lgbtq ally. 

but, of course, he’s not. he’s a famous actor without any real rumors of relationships with women (except sarah paulson, lmao). he doesn’t talk a lot about his private life. and -- what i think is the reason for him being included in this “queerbaiting celebrities” tweet -- is that recently there’s been a couple semi-viral tweets of people screenshotting that he was following male models and onlyfans creators on instagram, and commenting on their posts. 

this idea that he’s “queerbaiting” is just plain old gossip magazine outing, repackaged in terms that make people think this is a righteous queer-liberatory crusade. no, it’s not. it’s crass, it’s gross, and it’s homophobic.

you can do the math on pedro pascal. you can come to the conclusion that he’s pretty much definitely gay, i certainly have. but he’s entitled to a private life. he’s hurting no one by being closeted. and the point is that accusations that individual people are “queerbaiting” are more often than not carrying water for homophobes, and we don’t have to live like this

[grimsneverendingfuneral]

what is grim? like, is it grim as in the grim reaper? grim as in „grim humour“? grim as in harsh, like „he had a grim expression“? what was the meaning you had in mind when you chose the name?

hmmm this is a very good question anon thank you for asking

ive always had pseudonyms both in the "real" world and on the internet. its just a thing, cant tell you why. i've had many many names throughout my life, Grim being the most recent one. well, recent of like 5 years. Grim Graves.

its honestly a name i chose because i was agonizing over the fact that i did not come up with the distinctive and picturesque concept of horror punk band The Misfits.....like there was a moment in my life that i was genuinely angry at Danzig for existing because i just think their whole conception is sooo fuckin appealing. A bunch of buff ass goth ass guys singing about fucking dead bodies and romantically committing murder-suicide. they were the firsts to do it like that. so i came up with this name to kind of....... it was like if i was hypothetically in the band, what would my name be? Grim Graves. The graves are grim.

I've also always had this obsession with the Grim Reaper, yes. ever since i listened to Dont Fear The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult at the tender age of five..... it got me hooked. that song, the way they dont say its Grim..... he just takes her hand and they start to fly and he's telling her not to fear him. he's fascinating to me. culturally and visually, mostly. he gets to roam around and guide people to their timely deaths. sees us in our most pathetic and unguarded state, the state of knowing we're dead. poor unfortunate souls and all that.

its also interesting to me how we've all collectively personified death into an anthropoid to sort of alleviate the effect that the innate knowledge we have that is we will die alone has on us. just you and you. poor humans, even in death, we are incapable of accepting the fact that it might just be the loneliest experience we'll ever encounter. and so we created Grim, so he could hold your hand through it. i mean, you've got Thanatos in greek mythology, Hel, Santa Muerte, Yama, Shinigami, Ankou, etc etc. we all have one. A Grim.

i think im also.... attracted to him cause he doesnt have a physical body, and his face is enclosed by shadow. and the scythe. its all very erotic to me

last thing is.....what a name. what a word. you've done it yourself, given it all these different meanings, put it in different contexts . It rolls off the tongue really nice, too. Griiimmmmm. it's sexy

[theonesigngle1]

One piece: modern highschool au (1)

Prolgue:1

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Highschool, a new day, a new you they say, as a teenager you'd normally describe as a normal day in hell.It's my last day of summer meaning a brand new school, new start, and new classmates.

One piece high, a place for misfits, unfortunate, unique, powerful people where you're either accepted by a letter or family status. It was unfortunately my last choice of japan highschools. This school was popular and rare to get into. It has secrets, unhackable accounts that no one barely knows about what's going on, on the inside. Government involved high ratings and no low ratings on many sites.

Now what does that have to do with me? A pretty normal girl if I do say so myself. Not that much interested in guys and they're just as interested in me as I am into them. Meaning not at all. Never had luck in guys or maybe I was just not interested in real, living ones.  I sometimes wear makeup, only if I actually wake up on the right side of the bed. I have a normal family, a father, a mother, and a few siblings. An average IQ and good grades (...ish) and everything is good. I'm normal. An average joe per say, a bit of an asshole though take after my daddy…not a…dick.. And not good with the guys or attraction. Maybe the teenage pimples, not so clear skin and acne. At Least I'm content with my body and feel hot. I don't need guys anyway. Just a few dollars to save

Now on about my living situation. My current status of living is pretty average. Downtown grand line city. My dad runs a strip club and my moms a bartender. Not so bad. They aren't abusive but sometimes fight over the smallest stuff. Don't know how they haven't divorced yet, must be that true love stuff from the disney movies I binge. Gotta feel like a princess somehow. Shoot, I'm straying off. My dad makes decent money and my mom makes decent tips. Mom works at a rip off bar and my dad owns a strip club. Pretty normal. Moms are a bit over protective, while my dad is a chilll hard core football fan. Cheers on his favorite team.

Now the whole country we live in is huge. We have a border between two big cities separated into smaller cities. Grand line city is one part while new world city is the other half. Both have huge populations but the cities are run by gangs..and the police. Sirens go off all the time in downtown, and that's where the poor less fortunate While the rich snobs live in the new world. Assholes i tell you

Onto onto my ordeal. I don't wanna go to this new school, I'm pretty sure it's run by murder mafia. Trusting my gut on this one. I could jump off my balcony above my dads club and break a leg..he won't be too mad. We have insurance… And a leg is a leg.  But..I wanna kick some ass..ugh.. I hate this..teenage hormones and laws forcing us to go to a shitty school. Damn the education system..

My mom bought me the uniform and packed my things.. Live near the campus apparently.. Rich school I guess… In the middle, built on both new world and grand line grounds. Large school..like really big..Tall hoes and like really abnormal bodies too.. Hopefully no pick me's or i'm not like other girls. I just wanna get these school years done with. You get me? Just me and no bitches bout' to go to a school with my pretty bitched..i like men and women brain.. Damn..  I suppose I'll just have to wait.. I also forced my mom to get me a freaking my bluey backpack as a fake for the first day. Meaning I'm gonna step on the back of people's calves and laugh.

New school, new life they say. Uniform uncomfortable. Gonna have to wear shorts.

My mom bought me a normal bookbag. Epic betrayal. On my end.  But she didn't get me those good mechanical pencils. And a bunch of paper, been geeking at that. I can take my phone. Yippie. Okay so..how bad can this school be..

[ficstogo]

Battle of The Bands (Eddie Munson x Reader) EXCERPT

Summary: Promising that you two are each others nemisis' in life, when a battle of the bands competition comes to town neither of you will stand down to prove who is the better of the two.

A/N: I guess I'm out of retirement for now. I will not promise that I'll be consistent tho. And as much as i've read a CRAP TON of eddie fics, i dont know if i have his character down so you guys can be the judge of that.

It was an easy call. You could tell. There was no way your band could not have won this. You looked towards Munson, him doing the same as he gave you a smug smirk. He thinks he’s hot shit doesn’t he? You scoffed and turned back to your bandmates.

Everyone couldn’t help the tension that was in the air. As much as you believed your band had won, there was still the chance that munson could. You realized that at this point, you didnt care for the prize money, or the chance to record or the fact that this could be the launching pad for you and the band. What mattered the most was to beat Eddie Munson. 

You still sat on top of the cases that were backstage, arms crossed as your one leg jittered in anxiety. Your bandmates have gone off to kill time around the club as the results wouldn’t be in for who knows how much longer. You didn’t want to move. You wanted to be right there when they called you up, shaking the judges hands, a huge check in your arms as you smiled at the crowd where the bright lets couldn’t let you make out their faces and in the background, Eddie, with the poutiest face he could muster. His big brown eyes downcasted, his dumb pretty lips puckered because he finally had a taste of bitter lose.

You were getting lost in your fantasies. Enough so that you didn’t notice that your self proclaimed nemesis was heading your way. Your lovely fantasy was cut short once you heard him speak. “Ssssooooo, how’s it going?” You frowned at his presence.

“I’m sorry but what do you want?” He raises his hands in defense as he does in his theatrical ways. “Easy sweetheart. No need to get hostile. I’d say that we’re at a stand-still at the moment.” He looks at you softly. The first time you’ve ever seen him do that. You’re frown lightens up as you had a feeling that this was a moment where he was wanting to be serious.

He gestures towards the empty space next to you to which you nod in acceptance. He smells of sweat and beers and something else that you couldn’t help but feel enticed in. “I, uh, just wanted to say that…” he was looking around the room, maybe searching for the words he wanted to say or searching for the courage to actually say them, you weren’t sure but they were words you’d never thought he’d say. Eddie looked down and huffed out the breath he was holding. “I wanted to say that I’m sorry I dissed on your kind of music…I was wrong. I kinda…went and listened to some and…It’s actually kinda bad ass.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. No way… “Wait, are you screwing with me right now?”

“No, no, no, no, no,” He shakes his scraggly head which somehow only makes his hair look much better than before. “I can assure you, darling that this is in no way that I am yanking your chain.” He gives you a lopsided smile. “I took a listen to one of the bands thats on your jacket…Out of curiosity aaaannnndddd, well, I actually dig them. Somehow.”

You leaned in with a skeptical look. “Oh yeah? Which one?” 

“Hmmmmmm, that one.” He touched the patch that was right on your shoulder.”

“The Misfits? You actually like them?” You said in an exasperated tone.

“Mmhm. Oh yeah. Their little logo was just a taste of what they actually are but Die, Die My Darling…” He gave you a thumbs up in reference to the song. You sat there surprised, shocked even that he would go out of his way to listen to music that he said were for “whiny pussies”. 

“Why? Why would you go listen to music you said sucked?” You were confused. At the beggining it was just about who had the better band, then it turned into a feud after you insulted each other on the type of music you each listed to. It became personal then. So then why now would he tell that he’s changed his mind? 

Eddie looked down while he played with the rings on his fingers. “I was too harsh…I dont know why I said that. I guess maybe it was just all in the heat of the moment but I was wrong. I of all people should know how important and meaningful the music you listen to is.”

You were quiet after that. That…was actually sweet… “I’m sorry too, Eddie. Metallica’s actually pretty cool.” You both look each other in the eyes for once after all this time and smile a peaceful smile. You would never tell this to anyone in the whole wide world but right now Eddie Munson looked so pretty that you could feel your heart play skip rope inside. 

“Well, maybe after one of us wins and this feud is finally laid to rest, may I take this opportunity to present you with a peace offering m’lady?” You give a chuckle at his dumb antics as he holds out his hand for you to lay yours on top of.

“And what exactly is this peace offering if I may ask?”

“A jam session at my place? You grab your guitar and I’ll grab mine and we just go at it?” You pretend to have a thoughtful look on your face.

“On one condition…You teach me how to play that cool solo you just did.” you smirk knowing all too well that saying that would inflate his ego.

“Deal.” He smiles taking your hand as he kisses it softly.

[misty-purple-haze]

CHOOSE THEM NOT ME

TW: minor cusses, please let me know if I missed something as it would be vv appreciated <33

Taglist: @pridey-mcpride-face , @sutsuxan , @genodesu

PROLOGUE PART 1

PART 2

Ever since that day I refused to talk to the brothers. I spent all my time with Mc instead. Somehow they managed to listen and hear me out. It felt good you know? To finally get rid of the misunderstanding between us. To finally get along just as I wanted to. I explained the situation to the prince and explained everything Mc was going through in the house of Lamentation. Needless to say the prince was angry. He also apologised for the misunderstanding surrounding the situation. It’s safe to say we all ensured that Mc was out of the House of Lamentation and safely settled into the purgatory hall. Meanwhile the prince asked me to stay in the House of Lamentation while he deals with Mc. Of course none of the brothers were too happy with what I did that night but I didn’t care. It was their fault for throwing away the one person who actually bothered to get to know them for the nasty people they are and STILL continue loving them. Lucifer kept demanding an apology for what happened that day as it was apparently “disrespectful”. Disrespectful my ass. I refused. I refused to apologise to those demons who had the audacity to still be in denial of their actions. Asmodeus, being the usual dramatic person he was, stated how I abused him and his “beautiful skin”. It felt like cardboard to be fair. I don’t really see what was so beautiful about it. About him. That i would willingly let myself fall for his charms. Meanwhile Mc and I got closer and closer. Much to the displeasure of the brothers. We ate together every night over at the purgatory hall, we had frequent sleepovers, we were inseparable. Mc also let their guard down and apologised for not hearing me out. It was okay, it was just a misunderstanding. If anything it was the brothers who were at fault. Fucking disgusting. Even though, I still had a little respect for them considering the fact that they were my housemates. But, all it took was one day that made me lose any respect I had for the brothers.

“Y/n?” “Yes?” “Why do you hang out with Mc?” “Cause they are fun? Unlike you fools.” “Ya deserve better ya know…” mammon spoke up. “Oh really? So we are just gonna insult Mc now aren’t we?” “Human calm your ass down.” “I don’t think I will, Mammon. Ever since I’ve been here it’s always Mc is bad, Mc is a waste of our time, like can we stop with the bullshit coming out of our mouths??” “Enough. Y/n” “no. You can shut up and stay in your office holed up in work for all i care Lucifer cause I don’t give a damn about what YOU or your brothers have to say about Mc or me or anyone else as I’m fucking done with you all.” “Y/n?” “Yes, Beezlebub. I’m done with YOU and your BITCHASS family who think they can get away with anything. YOU all drove away Mc, the one person who was willing to accept you no matter what and then you all crib about it like little ass babies. Shut up. Im honestly done. Don’t bother talking to me until you realise your mistakes. You fucking family of misfits.” And with that I walked up to “my” room and locked the door. Ever since that day I didn’t bother to talk to the brothers. I simply pretended that they didn’t exist and that the house was empty. I ignored asmo’s pleas and Beel’s longing looks and took care of myself instead. It felt nice you know, to not have someone constantly breathing down my back. It felt free. I felt free. I didn’t have to bother about what everyone said about Mc. Guess this made them learn their lesson as now? Their longing stares were directed at Mc instead of me.

“I told you, I told you what you guys were doing was wrong. Countless times.” They only looked at the ground. Head hung low. “Mc was the only human willing to fix a family of demons. And what do you all do? Throw away the relationship you all had built over the years for someone new. Pathetic. Atleast now you all realise.” “We’re sorry…” “don’t apologise to me. Apologise to Mc. They are the one hurt by you. Not me. I’ll only accept you if Mc forgives you all. Though I doubt they will. They seem to be doing good without you to be fair.” I shrugged and walked up to my room not minding the men standing at the bottom of the staircase. I smiled internally as I was glad they were finally recognising their mistakes. It will be fun though, watching them apologise to Mc. I smirked and prepared myself for all the drama I was about to witness tomorrow.

TO BE CONTINUED

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{Roommates} ONE

{A/N: Imagine being roommates with Adrian Chase! I have wanted to desperately write a story where Adrian and reader are unexpected roommates with all the slow burn, will they won’t they moments and of course eventual smut🔥and here is the beginning I have it ALL planned just need to write it❤️}

Hope you enjoy the first chapter it’s an on going fic😘😉

{Pairing}

Adrian Chase x Female Reader

{Summary}

Desperately in need of a roommate, your co-worker knows a guy, but why did it have to be Adrian? The guy both annoyed and frustrated the hell out of you getting under your skin from the very moment that you had meet him.

But this was only temporary there was no need to complicate things by really getting to know one another or even worse catch feels along the way. Sure it had been a while for both of you but hooking up with your roommate was a terrible idea…

wasn’t it?

{Word count}

3524

{Warnings}

Mention of readers ex, swearing, 18+ ONLY

{ONE}

Work was really trying to push you today, but knowing how to push back only meant you knew how to kick ass as a supervisor, and be very good at your job.

Which wasn’t exactly true you just had to keep telling yourself that otherwise you had nothing, because currently work was the only thing you had a firm grip on.

Karma coffee had eaten up five whole years of your life but you wasn’t bitter about it or at least that’s what you told yourself daily. The coffee shop stood proudly in the shitty town of Evergreen which you were now stuck in.

Stupidly following your boyfriend from DC to, well here hadn’t exactly been ideal but you’d made it work, until your boyfriend recently became your ex and here you still were.

“Dig up her bones…”

The song by the Misfits started blasting out through the speaker system interrupting your thoughts from the kitchen. Karma coffee was allowed to play music, you even let most of your co workers chose, but not this guy.

“Hey, Scott!” You yell at one of the baristas who had his hands raised but drops them when he turns at the sound of your voice.

“Oh hey Y/N!” Scott smiles quickly whilst not so subtly turning down the music to a more acceptable level.

“What did I tell you-“

“Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?” Scott questions cutting you off but not even noticing as he smirks back.

“I’m busy and so should you be, can it wait till later?” You ask not wanting to get caught into a conversation with Scott who was harmless really, a bit of a flirt with customers (we have had complaints) but overall a nice guy.

Whilst supervising the team who you tried to treat as equals, but you were pretty sure they just walked all over you nowadays, you busy yourself with paperwork the boss should have done but apparently Conor Michaels was too important for that shit.

“Can you please tell Scott to turn off his shitty emo music please it reminds me of being at high school.” Phoebe another barista asks a little later walking into the office you had been hiding in unsuccessfully without even knocking on the door.

“Just ignore it-“

“You’re not wasting Y/N’s time by bothering her just cos you have shit taste in music.” You hear Scott before he appears which was a usual occurrence the guy was always very loud when present anywhere.

“I have a shitty headache, I’m hungover can’t you even-“

“Hey, can I talk to you now?” Scott cuts off Phoebe who glares at her coworker then turning on her pink heeled trainers, curly blonde hair in a high ponytail bouncing over her shoulders she storms off hopefully back to the front of the shop.

“Be quick, you guys should be working.” You tell Scott firmly but even to your own ears it sounds kinda flat, you were really stuck in a rut at the moment.

“Ok, so I have this huge favour-“

“If it’s regarding holiday you know I can’t fix that it’s Conor’s job.” You remind Scott in a sing song voice.

“No, it’s nothing like that it’s regarding the spare room you have, you still have it right?” Scott asks you with a neediness in his voice that makes you look up from the blue folder in front of you.

Shit, why was Scott asking about the spare room? The one you clearly still had because you had zero interest, your best friend Lara blamed it entirely on your sparkling personality.

If Scott had someone who was interested you knew deep down that you had to give it to them, because the rent alone was eating heavily into your wages even though you had considered moving recently.

For several months now you had posted online about your spare room but after only a handful of applicants, none of whom had returned your calls plus you were still avoiding your ex who had recently decided to make a reappearance, after leaving you high and dry.

Left with a bruised heart and a little more bitterness in your step you had gone on autopilot, working and hanging out with Lara who was always there for you.

Not to mention your ex had started calling you again which meant you needed to change your number, plus someone was knocking on the front door late at night something told you that it was him too.

Needing to report that at some point you knew you just needed a roommate, that would solve all of your problems, literally anyone would do at this point.

You look up at Scott who was still talking all the while you had zoned out, until you hear a familiar name that makes your stomach flip.

“It’s Adrian who needs a place to stay?” You ask Scott who grins back at you sheepishly fully aware of your thoughts on his old school friend.

“He got kicked out of his apartment when his shitty roommate decided to move in his girlfriend but she didn’t like Adrian being there.” Scott informs you pulling a sad face trying to play on your good nature which you knew was still in there somewhere.

But what Scott wasn’t aware of was that this was like a golden ticket for you, finally a roommate, but did it really have to be him?

“That is shitty-“

“It totally is!”Scott cuts you off brushing some stay black hair away from his forehead as he continued “Thing is Adrian’s been crashing on my couch and my apartment is tiny!”

“Can I think about it?” You ask even though the obvious answer was to say yes you just needed a moment alone to think of the consequences.

“Sure, I finish at four so-“

“I will let you know then.” You nod with a smile as Scott smirks back then thankfully heads out of the office.

As soon as he has gone you drop the smile, quickly wondering if you could deal with sharing an apartment with Scott’s friend, even though you knew that this was the only option right now.

Cursing softly to yourself you try to weigh up the pros and cons of having Adrian Chase as your roommate.

All you really knew about the guy was that he was Scott’s oldest friend and just being in the same room as you, usually lead to you both arguing over the stupidest things, that Scott found hilarious every single time it happened.

Obvious pros would be that you worked full time so you wouldn’t exactly see Adrian much, rent would be paid meaning you had more spare money, and maybe having him there could dissuade your ex from coming round.

That makes you smile to yourself because sure Adrian was tall but he didn’t look like the type to start a fight, but it wasn’t as if you needed him to protect you, you could look after yourself.

Ok, so back to the point you think about the cons an obvious one being that the guy annoyed the hell out of you, he knew this and managed to hit all of your buttons at once like an obnoxious kid in a lift.

Yet despite all of this you secretly harboured a soft spot for the dude and his idiotic smile, complete with dimples that made your heart skip but you always chose to ignore that, best to always focus on what annoyed you about him instead.

Defences firmly up when around Adrian it was almost as if the guy knew he weakened the walls you had put up every time you saw him, there was no way you would ever admit your feelings hoping that the crush would just fuck off eventually instead.

You were definitely missing having that certain someone in your life, but there was no way you would throw yourself at Adrian, just friends or barely even friends would suit you just fine.

He needed a place to stay, you needed a roommate you could do the math, there was no other option…shit. Besides Lara had said recently you needed to be less defensive and let someone in so now was your chance.

At four PM on the dot Scott appears out the back where you were getting some fresh air, and a quick moment to collect your thoughts, or so you thought.

“Verdict?” Scott asks with an apprehensive look on his face as he hops from foot to foot standing in front of you.

Clearing your throat you tell him regretfully that “Adrian can move in but it’s only temporary we can arrange-“

“So that’s a yes then?!” Scott cheers excitedly his brown eyes filled with surprise like he cannot believe you had just agreed.

Neither could you…

“I know you two don’t really get along, so is this like a terrible idea or the greatest one yet?” Scott asks you with an awkward laugh.

“Only time will tell.” You reply with a smile already regretting this because you liked to keep your work and personal life separate yet here you were trying something new.

“This is gonna be great!” Scott tells you heading to the tiny parking area Karma coffee was given making you instantly regret your decision had you just made a terrible mistake.

Next day at work, a boring Wednesday, Scott gives you Adrian’s number saying he has agreed to check out your apartment just give him a message at what time, and it’s a date.

Carving out some free time is hard so you both agree to Friday, early evening, the apartment clean and inviting so you add some music on low but then turn it off for the TV instead.

It wasn’t as if you were trying to woo the guy just hope that he agreed to stay here, temporarily, so you had some help with the rent and to see if you could stand actually having Adrian in your personal space.

Outside of Y/N’s apartment which was situated on the ground floor Adrian considered this as a plus, despite all the other negatives that had crossed his mind when Scott had told him he’d found a place.

Adrian laughed when Scott simply explained it was your place that had a spare room until his friend had given him an awkward smile he knew all too well.

To say you disliked Adrian would be a joke in itself because you were always ready, to argue with him over anything and everything, sure it was fun and even a little hot at times but nothing else had ever come from it.

Perhaps now was his chance to be less like an idiot around you but he knew that wouldn’t happen it was his go-to whenever he encountered a smoking babe, even one who yelled at him practically all the time.

Before you could call Adrian and cancel there is a loud knock on the door, but it then descends into a bunch of little knocks which was super annoying, making you realise that he was already here.

Pulling open the door you see Scott smile at you whilst Adrian just nods readjusting his wire framed glasses making you look down and that is when you see the suitcases and boxes at his feet.

“Planning on moving in right now are we?” You question sarcastically because of course Adrian would do whatever he wanted blindly walking into the apartment, his huge backpack almost knocking into you as he turns back round to face you.

“Well you did agree that I could stay here, so here I am.” Adrian tells you clearly not picking up on your tone but like always Scott clears it up for him and you watch as Adrian scans his eyes around the apartment.

“So, is this all your stuff?” You ask him there wasn’t very much he shrugs back to answer your question, well this was going to be fun wasn’t it.

You make an effort to remain civil, as you catch Adrian looking down at your sage coloured sweater, which made your stomach flip but you tell yourself to get a grip.

You notice Scott also looking around and when he catches you watching him, he rewards you with a double thumbs up, at least someone was happy.

“It’s ok.” Adrian tells you with another shrug which makes you instantly forget your precious efforts of being nice.

“Oh! It’s just ok is it?” You retort sarcastically but not without adding “ Im sorry it doesn’t meet your high standards.”

“It will do for now that’s what I meant, jeez!” Adrian cries giving you a funny look as he continues “You said this was only temporary so it will have to do.”

This infuriates you even more because you hated being corrected, which instantly starts the pair of you to argue at one another, shouting over each other’s comments not really listening just both venting.

“I could go somewhere else!”

“You are so fucking annoying!”

“What did I do?!”

“Just you being you!”

“Why are you always so mean to me?”

“Because you drive me insane!”

It isn’t until you notice Scott watching you both with a bemused smirk on his face that you stop, he looked like he had just realised something suddenly, whilst you were busy arguing but you didn’t have the time to ask exactly what right now.

“So, is this the room?” Adrian asks pushing the door in front of him open thankfully it wasn’t your room.

“You are staying then?” You ask hopefully making Adrian turn round to face you.

With a grin appearing on his face slowly those dimples making a reappearance as you try not to stare he states firmly “ Just stay out of my room, ok.”

“Oh , sure like I would go in there anyway!” You retort lamely with an eye roll then add “Just don’t make a mess, tidy up after yourself and we will be fine!”

So that was that you finally had a roommate you look behind you to see Scott has walked off towards the front door, still with that bemused look plastered across his face.

“Enjoy your first night together, you two!” Scott shouts out which makes you glare at him not amused in the very least as he shows himself out.

You glance back to see Adrian at his bedroom door, green eyes watching you until seconds later he closes the door in your face making you curse under your breath.

This wasn’t going to end well…

Silently walking away from the bedroom door resisting the urge to kick it hard with your right foot, you head instead towards the fridge and grab yourself a beer. Picking up your phone from the kitchen counter you decided that you really needed to hear a friendly voice right now.

Letting out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding, you call Lara’s number and thankfully she picks up on the fifth ring.

“I now officially have a roommate.” You tell Lara with a groan instead of saying hello.

“Ok, first of all who is this? And secondly what the fuck, you get a new roommate without telling me they could be a psycho?!” Lara yells angrily.

“Calm down you need to stop listening to murder podcasts before bed and I know the guy he isn’t a psycho just-“

“Your new roommate is a dude?” Lara questions and you fail not to notice the excitement in your friends voice.

“He is friends with one of the baristas at work, it’s nothing, he’s annoying but I blame you for this by the way!” You explain with a laugh.

“What did I do? I haven’t even met the guy, is he hot that is all that’s important right now.” Lara retorts with a light chuckle.

“You told me to be nicer to people and here I am with a roommate who is annoying as hell I deeply regret this decision.” You sigh knowing you sounded petty but you didn’t care, it had been a long fucking day.

“Well I did say that but not for it to totally mess things up if it won’t work just-“

“I need the money for the rent and we’ve both agreed it’s only temporary.” You explain cutting off whatever Lara was about to say.

“So there you go, who is he?” Lara questions hearing once again the smile in her voice.

“You won’t be hooking up with my roommate, especially seeing I doubt he is your type.” You laugh knowing Lara would be pouting at her phone right now in response.

“I don’t have a type thank you very much but let’s talk about you for second, what do you think of him?” Lara questions with a smirk on her voice.

“Adrian definitely isn’t my type.” You state firmly whilst ignoring that feeling low in your stomach as you then add “I don’t think, he’s an alright guy and all I just don’t know a lot about the dude-“

“Hey, wait did you say Adrian? As in the guy who you always moan to me about after work who is always annoying-“

“Yes him!” You cut Lara off but then add hastily “He needed a place to stay for a while and here we are, that’s the story.”

“Oh I get it now!”Begins Lara with a soft laugh as she elaborates “You actually like the guy that’s why your helping him out isn’t it?”

“What? Actually like Adrian, you are joking I don’t even know the guy that well I-“

“No you don’t need to say anymore I get it now!” Lara continues to laugh down the phone making you want to throw it across the room.

“No you don’t-“

“I’m gonna have to meet this guy soon maybe he can help you out of your dry spell because someone still needs a rebound!” Lara announces in a sing song voice then follows it by cackling at you so you hold your phone away from your ear.

“That won’t ever happen with Adrian-“

“Er, Y/N!”

You stop what you are saying when you hear the guy in questions voice, making you turn round to see your roommate smiling back awkwardly.

“I’ve got to go!” You snap down the phone then ending the call you look back up at Adrian.

“What’s up?” You ask trying to sound nonchalant and not like you had been talking about the guy not ten seconds ago.

“I was just gonna apologise for Scott and just moving in like this I-“

“It’s ok!” You cut him off with a smile trying to avoid Adrian spiralling because if he did that he would forget to pause for breath and just talk for hours.

Nodding Adrian looks at you with a sly grin and asks “ So who were you talking to about me?”

“I wasn’t-why would?” You start but seeing the chuckle escape from Adrian’s lips you decide to own up it would be easier for everyone “I was just telling my friend Lara you had moved in temporarily.”

“Oh, the hot leggy blonde that looks a little like Taylor Swift!” Adrian asks excitedly making you arch an eyebrow at him and his oddly specific match even though Lara had a passing resemblance to the pop star.

“How do you know what Lara looks like?” You ask Adrian whilst pulling a confused face.

“Scott pointed her out to me he knows I like tall blondes.” Adrian shrugs with a small smile.

“I take it you have a type then.” You ask Adrian who winks back at you and says “Haven’t we all?”

With that Adrian returns to his room, even though he was here right now it still seemed strange the idea of having the guy as a roommate.

Then it hits you what Adrian had just said about everyone having a type making you wonder if he had heard a lot of your conversation with Lara, how long had he been standing there for exactly?

There was no way in hell that Lara was meeting Adrian, no matter how impossible a task that would be keeping them separate from one another, but you would try your hardest to avoid such a thing from happening.

Plus you had both agreed this was temporary even though you weren’t sure why, constantly making a point of reminding yourself was actually helping matters. You didn’t have to get to know the guy or even hang out with him, he was here in your life but Adrian didn’t have to be a part of it.

What Lara said during the call earlier springs back in your mind about not having found a rebound yet, it was as if you had just focused on work and nothing else. Which is what had exactly happened, leaving you feeling in need of some attention suddenly making you feel a little hopeless and very needy.

Even though there was a new guy in your life, there was absolutely no way you were going to try and hook up with Adrian, the guy was your roommate after all so there was no way in hell…

No. Way. In. Hell.

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“Cas isn’t all cutesy and innocent here ok?! He says mean fucked up shit too! He’s threatened to throw me back in hell if I don’t respect him so— so he’s not the innocent little angel you might think he is!” Dean wanted to fight back, but he stopped himself when Madison gave her side. And he hated that it made sense, he hated that she had a point!

“You literally told us minutes into meeting you that you don’t believe in that shit— i didn’t wanna crush your beliefs like that— you know Cas lied to you too, you could spare a little anger for him too!” Dean insisted, rolling his eyes. “Grown man, my ass, he’s a child! He got mad over ice cream- that’s what babies do!” Dean huffed at her. “And if I hated the guy I’d let him have mint, but I don’t so don’t even suggest that flavor you sick fuck!”

Madison coming after him was the last thing he expected but then she was apologizing and explaining herself and—“ you think I’m cute?” His idiocy knew no bounds. He was willing to fold her into his little rag tag bunch of misfits; extend his protection to her too. “… well what about now I mean… do you feel like taking your top off for me now?” He tested his luck, not at all opposed to her throwing herself at him; then again he wasn’t opposed to throwing himself at her either it seemed.

Dean wished there was a way to get Cas back, but he knew things were sensitive still; if anything Castiel would ignore them for days and it was his fault. He somberly nudged his way into the extra room and looked at Madison; taking note of how she was drowning in the sweater. His mind wandered a bit, replaying the image of her bare body at the pool. He kicked himself for screwing up again. “Still got room in that bed?” He asked her, his tone sheepish and quiet. “I’m sorry I expected you to understand and accept this life in a matter of minutes… I’m sorry I’m mean to you and Cas; and I’m sorry that you both suck at diving board Olympics because it’s really hard being so perfect at everything and having nobody to appreciate me.” An obvious joke, but he didn’t want her to think he was serious. “I tried getting Cas to come back but… I don’t think he has his listening ears on, sorry about that too, again.”

Madison crossed her arms over her chest & tapped her foot at Dean’s argument. “Bestfriend?” She scoffed, “some bestfriend you are? Who talks to people like that? Who belittles them, who says mean things like that to their ‘bestfriend’.”

In very simple words: “that’s not nice.”

“No he didn’t tell me actually.” She huffed, “you all keep talking like I know what the hell all of this is. You all just assume I live in whatever world you do & that it’s normal for me to just hear angels & hell exist & to just dumbly say ‘okay then’!” She rubbed her temples & turned away. “It’s not your place to decide what is good for him or not. He’s a grown man! And if he was such a big shot up in heaven then let him have a chance to hate shitty ass mint chocolate chip ice cream like the rest of the world does!” She stomped closer.

Why was she even upset? Because she felt so clueless about everything happening? Because she didn’t like the way he spoke to cas? Because she was tired? Maybe still hungry?

“No life is perfect & he of all people know that.” She frowned when Dean began apologizing.

“Hey…” her voice softened. Madison watched him walk away before ultimately deciding to run after him. She caught his arm when he wasn’t too far gone & tugged him. “If you’re sorry…. Then I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have called you an asshole.”

She sighed & began lightly leading him back to the room. “You know… you said you don’t have anyone but them….. well I don’t have anyone at all.”

Madison finally let go of her hold on Dean & rubbed her arms feeling cold despite Sam’s sweater. “You’re weird, but cute, & this whole I gotta protect them persona you got going on is cute too…. I’m not trying to fight w/ you Dean. I’m not trying to hurt you either.” She looked around wondering if css was nearby. She couldn’t see him. But she wanted to apologize to him too. Sorry for throwing the game. “I told him if I won, I would pick to get ice cream. But then…. I wanted you to win… because I wasn’t entirely against the idea of taking my top off for you.” She sighed & looked away. “I didn’t throw the game for cas…. I did it cause I thought I could get us all to go get ice cream, then I would have a reason to be even colder, then I couldn’t convince you to come to bed w/ me. And maybe if you were nice to me, & sweet, & smiled, i could take my top off & not feel bad for throwing myself at you.”

She looked down the sweater & began backing up, “I should’ve been wearing YOUR sweater. Not Sam’s.” And w/ that she turned away to walk back in the room. “I’m leaving my door open. If you decide to sleep somewhere else, close it for me.”

[nightingaelic]

Companions react to the Courier doing the Infinite Money Glitch in casinos.

I had to look this up, OP, and then I had to conceptualize how this would even work in a storytelling context and write it, anyway I hope you're pleased with yourself because my brain feels like a stack of used sandpaper sheets

The courier had been saving up caps for a while, stashing them in odd places around the Lucky 38. Everywhere you looked there were bottle caps: Dresser drawers in the Presidential Suite, empty ice buckets in the cocktail lounge, in jars on every shelf in the penthouse. Saving up caps for big purchases was pretty common behavior in the Mojave wasteland for anyone, so no one batted an eye when the courier assembled all of the stashes on the carpeted floor of the casino and started counting them out, checking six times before stringing them together in batches of 50 and writing down the final total: 32,768.

No, no one so much as blinked when they lugged all 656 strings of caps out the door of the Lucky 38. No one, that is, except the lucky soul who went with them, saw them exchange all the caps for chips at The Tops Casino, then drop the chips in the back of The Aces theater during Bruce Isaac's set and return to the cashier to collect triple the amount of money they walked in with.

Arcade Gannon: Arcade cringed as the courier struggled to drag the haul of caps out the door of The Tops. The jingle of the cap strings was attracting the attention of just about everyone on the Strip, and someone across the street yelled "High roller!"

"This can't be legal," Arcade said.

"Since when..." the courier huffed and puffed, throwing cap strings over their shoulder carelessly, "... do you give a mole rat's ass about legality?"

"What is this?!?" Arcade hissed incredulously, gesturing to the jingling pile. "Is that cashier paying you off? Are those chips the currency for some wasteland tribe I've never heard of, but somehow have a better exchange rate than the NCR does? Did I just witness a payout for a hit on someone?"

The courier sighed and paused to pat the scientist on the shoulder. "Just don't think about it too hard, okay? Now help me out with this, we're going to Doctor Usanagi's to get me tricked out with as many implants as she has on hand."

Craig Boone: While the courier jingled their way across the Strip asphalt, Boone couldn't help noticing the number of eyes turning their way to stare at the enormous payout they were openly carrying. New Vegas was already a town that kept on trucking if its very creator was killed, that was certain: It wouldn't even pause if its latest mastermind was gunned down over a fortune in steel and aluminum crowns. Boone clutched his rifle close and met as many of the curious and envious stares as he could, his own eyes burning protectively behind his sunglasses.

They managed to get all the way back to the Lucky 38 before the courier stopped and spoke to him. "Nothing? Not even a guess about what this is from?"

Boone shrugged. "None of my business. Just don't carry it all at once again. Ever."

Lily Bowen: "Did you win, dearie?" Lily asked, confused. As far as she had noticed, the courier hadn't approached any of the blackjack tables, roulette wheels or slot machines.

"Yeah, Lily." The courier grinned and started handing her strings of caps to carry. "What do you want to spend your winnings on?"

"My winnings?" Lily shook her head. "Now now, pumpkin. You won fair and square, so you get to choose what you buy."

"My treat," the courier insisted. "Anything at all. We could go to the Gourmand for dinner, we could donate to the Followers in Freeside, we could get singing and dancing lessons from the King... what do you want?"

Lily thought for a moment, wracking her brains. "Brahmin for Jacobstown."

The courier looked at her quizzically. "Brahmin? Not bighorners?"

"Brahmin," Lily confirmed, shouldering the strings upon strings of caps. "Bighorners at Jacobstown will make more bighorners, but they have no brahmin. Brahmin are sweet, easier to handle. But no one will sell brahmin to nightkin."

"Okay." The courier nodded. "Then we have to go to the Gourmand for dinner anyway. I know a guy at the Ultra-Luxe who might help."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: "Dios mío," Raul muttered under his breath. "Who did you kill for the Chairmen? They finally paying you back for getting rid of Benny?"

"Pfft." The courier waved him off, dropping a few strings of caps as they did. "Whoops. Help me out here, and I'll buy you a drink."

"A drink?" Raul laughed. "Not the whole bar? You could probably convince the Garret twins to retire if you gave them half of this haul."

"And why the hell would I want to take over the Atomic Wrangler?" The courier shook their head as they loaded the old ghoul up with caps. "I already have one casino I'm incapable of running. The only customers I get are you and the other Mojave misfits."

Raul grinned. "Hey, you invited us in, amigo. We're just the only ones loco enough to ignore the robots and take you up on it."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "Oh, sweet squirrel stew." Cass' eyes were as big as the dinner plates in the casino's restaurant. "That's enough change to buy the Van Graffs out of business. That's enough change to tell Alice McLafferty to stick it where the sun don't shine, then back it up with enough muscle to scare her out of the Mojave."

The courier nodded and started handing her strings of caps. "It is also enough change to start funding her competitors and drive her out of New Vegas."

"Now you're talkin'." Cass smirked and accepted the extra weight. "So who're we gonna back? Far Go? The Water Merchants? Gun Runners?"

"Actually..." the courier smiled. "A little birdie told me that the Mojave Express is looking to expand its horizons. Start offering goods in addition to services. And you know me, I like to root for the home team when I can."

Cass laughed. "Well that's a surprise. You plannin' on playin' courier again? Get yourself shot in the head a second time?"

"Not if I can help it."

Veronica Santangelo: "Uhhhh, Six?" Veronica crossed her arms. "I thought we agreed we weren't going to stir up trouble for a bit after the adventure at the dam. This screams 'trouble' to me."

"Aw, lighten up Veronica." The courier winked at her and handed her a string of caps, like a consolation prize. "We're in a casino. The odds aren't in your favor, but at least you can have fun for a bit."

Veronica turned the offering down. "Math may not have been my strongest subject when I was in school, but I do know that 30,000 minus 30,000 does not equal 90,000, under any normal odds. What are you getting yourself- and more importantly, me- into?"

The courier sighed. "It's nothing. Just a little loophole I discovered when I was poking around after Benny's disappearance. I promise, we're not going to get knifed, unless we get waylaid in the street on the way home because I'm too weighed down to move."

Veronica narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "I don't trust this," she said after a few beats, "But I'm also not keen to see you try to fight off a mugger while buried under all those caps. Give me some of that."

ED-E: The eyebot beeped, confused, when the courier stopped it from picking up the chips again. Its beeps increased in volume and frequency as they loaded the little bot up with caps at the cashier's counter, until it was hanging low in the air and having trouble turning around from the increased weight. The courier patted its metal dome reassuringly and loaded up the rest of the haul on themselves, until each step they took sounded like a cascade of sleigh bells.

"Back to the Lucky 38," the courier said, pointing toward the casino door. "I've got a bet I need to settle with Raul."

Rex: Rex whined as the courier hung strings of caps off his back. He sniffed each new addition but stood tall on his metal legs, taking the extra weight admirably until he was virtually buried by the wasteland currency.

"Can you still walk, boy?" the courier asked, when they had lightened their own load.

Rex barked. Satisfied, the courier led the way to the exit, opening the casino door with a jingle and ignoring the strange looks they were getting. The two waddled their way to the Strip's main gate and down the main street of Freeside until they staggered into the King's School of Impersonation.

The King, who had been lounging inside the stage room, jumped up when he saw the pair. "Well ain't that some money, honey," he said, clearly delighted. "You actually went and did it."

"Yep." The courier dropped some strings of caps on the nearest table and leaned over it to rest. "There it is. Now, where do we get started on fixing up Freeside?"

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Misfits - Chapter 1

Fandom: Star Wars - Clone Wars / The Bad Batch Pairing: The Bad Batch / Reader (Polyamorous)  Rating: M (Rating May Change) Tags: Polyamorous Relationship, Force-Sensitive Reader, Slow Burn

Work Summary: After a year working with the 501st, you've been assigned a new post - Clone Force 99, aka the Bad Batch. You're concerned about the transition - you found it hard enough to fit in with the 501st, and now you had to acclimate to an entirely new squad. As it turns out, the Bad Batch is very accommodating.

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If you were being completely honest with yourself, you were nervous about your new assignment.

“Nervous” wasn’t a trait most people used to describe you. No, your former lifestyle dictated that you weren’t really allowed the luxury of nervousness – force sensitives left to fend for themselves, especially those expelled from the Order, had to grow a thick skin in order to survive. Force sensitives were valuable and much sought after, and not just by the Sith. From the day you had left the Order, it had been up to you to survive, to take care of yourself, and to make your own way in the universe.

But you were still a person – a sentient being that craved some sense of normalcy and security. And you had found that, for a fleeting moment, with the 501st. You hadn’t been thrilled with the arrangement – getting roped into a war that you wanted nothing to do with wasn’t exactly on your agenda the night you were approached by ghosts from your past and led to the Temple you had left behind so many years ago.

The Jedi had created a new program, meant to bolster their numbers in the face of the growing Sith. To create an alliance with unaligned force sensitives: the Jedi would provide protection and a generous stipend for the work provided, and the force sensitives would fight alongside the present Jedi. You hadn’t really been a huge fan of the idea, for multiple reasons… but you had been presented an offer that which you could not refuse. So you didn’t.

And it had been stable, for a bit. You hated to admit that you had grown to enjoy the company of the 501st, but you had. Your General, Anakin, was understanding, and not so uptight. He was so unlike the Knights you knew when you had been present at the Temple – he was reckless, and fearless, and he followed his own heart instead of the code. Perhaps that’s why you didn’t mind his command; you knew that he wasn’t so swayed by Council politics and related trivialities, and that he cared about his men first and foremost. You had grown fond of him, even discussing your personal philosophy regarding the force with him on a few occasions, and even sparring with his padawan, Ahsoka, on several occasions. A teenager holding a higher title than you was alien, but in the relaxed nature of the 501st, you had hardly noticed it.

But, as much as you enjoyed the company of the Jedi, perhaps the person you would miss the most was Rex. Holding the same rank didn’t seem to phase the clone Captain, as Rex had been more than happy to show you the ropes and introduce you to the men. He accepted you as his equal immediately, and you had been fast friends, bonding over your similar roles in the battle and joking about the most trivial shit that left you on the floor in stitches, Rex hunched over wheezing at perhaps the worst pun you had ever constructed. He had introduced you to the other members of the 501st, saved your ass on multiple occasions, and in turn, you had confided in him about how out of place you felt within the military structure afforded you.

“I don’t fit in,” you had rambled, waving your hands emphatically after one too many drinks at 79’s. “I mean – I’m a Captain, right? Like you. But I’m not a clone, obviously.” You laughed, feeling stupid for even pointing it out. “I mean, I know there must be more out there like me – force sensitives the Jedi picked out of thin air, coerced into joining this war…”

You had rolled your eyes, and Rex had raised an eyebrow. In turn, you had waved him off, nowhere near finished your speech.

“But – the point I’m trying to make – is that it’s not like I’m fighting alongside people that are like me. Even when we work alongside the 212th or some other battalion, I think I’ve only seen one other non-Jedi force sensitive.”

“And it’s worse, you know? You guys – the men – they all call me Jedi. Because honestly, what else do you know? What do you know besides Jedi and Sith? There’s nothing really to call a person like me – but calling me Jedi isn’t right, because then I go up to Anakin or Ahsoka, and yeah, they’re nice to me, but they don’t treat me the same as other Jedi. I’m not one of them. And I’m not one of you. So where the hell do I fit in this?”

Rex hadn’t had an answer for you, and you sure as fuck didn’t know.

Maybe that’s why you were assigned to Clone Force 99.

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“Have you worked with these guys before?” you asked, fiddling with your bag as you waited in the hangar on Coruscant. Rex stood beside you, hand on his hip as he surveyed the sky above you, no doubt waiting for your transport.

“Once. You remember when you were off on that stealth mission with Hondo?”

“Ugh, I wish I could forget.”

Rex chuckled, shaking his head at your sarcasm. “I first met them then. Don’t worry. You’ll fit right in.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, and he raised both back at you, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Care to elaborate as to why, you bastard?”

Rex grinned wider, shaking his head and turning his eyes to the sky once more.

“They look at the world differently. Like you do.”

You hadn’t expected that, and you stood in shock, watching Rex as he searched for the ship that would take you from him. You thought, for just a moment, you saw a tinge of sadness in his eyes, that a sliver of grief passed over you both in the force at the thought of your parting. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, a ship started to descend, the roar deafening anything you might have wanted to say.

The ship landed, powering down its thrusters, and your heart flipped involuntarily. You didn’t want to be nervous – you really didn’t. You had come to know clones over the time you had spent in the GAR – close to a standard year, at this point. You knew that in order to earn their trust, you couldn’t appear afraid, or out of place. You had to act as if you belonged, as if you were already their friend, in order to actually become their friend. It was surprisingly similar to working with scoundrels in the Outer Rim – faking it until you made it.

So, you squared your shoulders and tried to seem confident, and Rex’s subtle smile and firm nod only spurred you on as he stepped to your side, prepared to introduce you to the men you would be working with for at least the new few missions.

The hatch hissed at the airlock released, the ramp lowering so that the crew could disembark.

You knew little about Clone Force 99. Your reassignment had been swift, ordered straight from the top – above even the Jedi, from the Senate itself. According to your official order, Clone Force 99, a special operations unit, was in need of a force sensitive for several missions. They didn’t operate under a Jedi General, and seeing as they were a spec ops unit, the Jedi couldn’t waste any of their precious men on such a small squad. You, however, as an unassociated force-sensitive, were ripe for the picking, and considering that you had previously been assigned to the 501st, a battalion that already operated under a Jedi Knight and Padawan, you had been the obvious choice for the job.

So, you knew that they were a special unit and that they didn’t work with Jedi on the regular. Great. That was such a detailed summary of how they operated. You were so prepared.

Well, you considered. You had gone into battle previously with even less information. It had been even worse when you were operating in the Outer Rim. It could be worse.

You tried to remain optimistic as the steam cleared from the change in pressure and temperature, the hatch hissing as the troopers disembarked. You stood transfixed as they did, and as each appeared, your eyebrows scrunched further together.

You had been told this was a clone force. As in, a clone-based unit. No Jedi, and obviously no nat borns, as beside the Jedi and force sensitives, they were restricted to the Navy, not the GAR. But these men…

It was strange. They looked so different – one large, one tall and slender, another with long hair and broad shoulders. But their biorhythms in the Force were all so similar. The force sang around them like it did with other clones – there was a distinct taste of battle to them, of shared battles, countless. Their signatures sang together, like the rest of the clones’ did, as they had grown and battled together, as they had trusted one another from the day they all met on Kamino. It spoke of a deep camaraderie that was never present among nat borns, that was specific to clones and them alone, and it dazzled you.

“Captain Rex. Good to see you.”

You blinked, snapping yourself out of your analysis of the force, only to see the clone with the longer hair greet Rex with a firm grip to the forearm. As he drew closer, you started to notice the resemblance – the same skin tone, the curve of his nose, the color of his eyes – and it was confirmed through your eyes as well that this man was, indeed, a clone.

“Good to see you too, Sergeant,” Rex replied with a nod, stepping back to gesture to you. You straightened up, standing formally to address the man you would be working with from now on. You weren’t one for formalities, but you did want to make a good impression with him. Some clones were not as openminded as Rex, and they tended to be sticklers for rules and orders, offended by the slightest deviation. Until you knew the Sergeant’s preferences, it would pay to be formal.

“This is Captain Andar. She’s the force-sensitive that’s been assigned to your unit.”

You offered Rex a small smile – he knew how much you valued the term “force sensitive” and how you wished to remain distinct from the Jedi, so you were grateful that he remembered your preference.

The Sergeant frowned, looking from you to Rex and back again, and you felt anxiety coil in your stomach. The downward tilt of his lip and his disappointment in the force compounded, leaving you feeling uneasy.

“We requested General Skywalker.”

Oh, there it was. They had expected a Jedi. Not you, some half-baked, half-trained force sensitive who wasn’t even allowed to hold a title higher than Captain. You should be used to it, at this point, the disdain and the dismissal. But it still hurt you a bit more than it should have, when you were reminded that you were only second best.

“Hunter, we’re stretched thin as it is,” Rex sighed, shaking his head a little. “I did submit your request, but this came from the top. The Senate has disallowed the allocation of the Jedi anywhere other than the front lines. We have a severe shortage of Generals – Commanders, even – but I assure you, Captain Andar is more than capable. She’s one of the best men I know.”

You smiled at Rex, a soft thanks for his kind words, even as Sergeant – Hunter, was it? – looked you up and down.

“So, you’re a force sensitive,” he addressed you. You nodded, trying to get a read on him. His large skull tattoo, which took up the majority of the left side of his face, drew your attention. Most clones turned to tattoos in order to assert their individuality – you had actually seen a few of your comrades getting their tattoos, as it was a communal activity among them. You laughed along with Rex as you watched shinies cringe at their first ink, and you even has a few pieces yourself, hidden below your clothing.

But somehow, Hunter’s skull seemed different. There was a lot about clone culture you still didn’t fully understand, and this may just be a part of it. His tattoo, however, wasn’t quite as intriguing as his hair – long and free-flowing, not tied back besides his headband. There were a few long-haired clones in the 501st, but they always kept their hair tied up neatly, either in a tight bun or a ponytail. Hunter’s was clearly too short for either of those options, and it made him look rugged. You wondered what he was trying to convey with this combination of identifying markers. Clones used everything they had to assert their individuality – to designate themselves as them, to emphasize their personality, role in the military, and who they wanted to be. What did Hunter’s want to present to you with his appearance, you wondered.

But, you couldn’t just stare at the man all day – for fuck’s sake, he had just asked you a question and you’d already spent a good half a second staring at him instead of answering.

“Yes – I possess the same abilities in the force as a Jedi such as General Skywalker or Commander Tano –“ you frowned a little. You were probably closer in skill to Ahsoka, despite being far older. That tends to happen when you’re expelled from the order at fifteen and spend more time trying to simply stay alive rather than train. “- I am more than capable of completing missions where force-related skill is necessary. And, I don’t have to answer to the Council.”

You added the last part on the end with a little chuckle, because Anakin had often asked for your assistance specifically because of that fact – the Jedi Council knew that it was a risk allowing you and the other unaffiliated force sensitives into the GAR, and it was for this exact reason. You had made it work with the 501st, though, and you wondered if this new unit would find that loophole as useful as Anakin had.

Judging by the raised eyebrow, Hunter was mildly impressed by at least something you said.

“Oh, she’ll fit right in, then,” Hunter seemed to soften, just a touch? As if understanding something you weren’t yet privy to as he flashed Rex a grin. Rex smirked back, patting you on the shoulder.

“Told you,” he mumbled to you, and you rolled your eyes at him. Well, at the very least, the Bad Batch didn’t hate you.

Yet.