#my brother did not get yelled at to wear a dress and not a suit to a wedding until he CRIED just for

[ratmans-notebooks]

u all literally piss me off so bad

[rapunzelbro]

The Act of Stealing a Loved One |3| (Stanley Pines x Reader)

Hi y'all! I am overwhelmed by the amount of love this fanfiction is getting. Thank you so much, I am glad y'all love it and hope you enjoy it!

Story Guide

Why the hell was he doing this? Maybe it was to try and make up for all that he did to his brother, or maybe it was to attempt to not let Ford ruin something good that finally came into his life. Whatever the reason was, Stan was putting fake glasses on, wearing an outfit similar to what his nerdy brother would wear, he was going to the show. He was going to see you perform.

“God why does he dress so dorky” Stan muttered in annoyance as he looked himself over in the mirror. He adjusted the glasses that sat awkwardly on the bridge of his nose and grabbed the poster before heading out to his car. He drove off to where the show was taking place, in somebody’s basement.

“Do you think he’s going to come tonight?” you muttered, looking at Gabs.

Their band was currently tuning their instruments and checking over equipment in the basement, preparing for the performance.. How the neighbors didn't complain was beyond you, they probably are used to this by now.

“Do you want the truth or for me to lie?” Gabs glanced at you with an annoyed look in her eye, sighing, she continued to tune her guitar “...I don't know why you're still with that bum. You invited him to how many shows now and he just wont show?” She rolled her eyes, directing her attention back towards you.

“He’s super busy, and I get that... His degree is super difficult, so I get it” You muttered, beginning to untangle some of the wires you shoved inside your bag in a hurry “..if he doesn't show tonight, I might just have to talk about where this relationship is going.. I really just don't get why he doesn't support me on this..” you mutter frowning slightly as you progress with the mess of wires

“If that's what you feel is best then do it, besides, you'll always have me and the band,” Gabs smiles softly at you placing her guitar down as she looks at the clock on the wall “Doors open in ten, maybe you'll see him before the show starts.. I'm hoping for his sake or I swear I will beat the absolute sh-”

“Gabs! You're not beating up my boyfriend” you laugh, gently shoving her “But I hope he’ll be there too..”

Stan was glad he got there when he did, considering the fact it was a basement show it was pretty packed. Parking was a bitch, so he ended up parking on the front lawn to which everyone else followed suit once they saw him do it.

“Ford, don't make me regret this…” he muttered getting out of the car before heading to the door. Ignoring the looks of everyone else, he stepped inside. The house smelt of cigarettes and booze, it was rather full at the moment with groups of people talking. It made Stan stick out like a sore thumb while he was trying to find you in the room.

“Holy shit! Ford you actually came!” He heard a female voice yell out before he was suddenly embraced. Looking to see who embraced him, he saw the girl from the photo on Ford's desk, it was you. Returning the hug Stan smiled “I apologize for missing your other shows I got too caug-” he was cut off by you kissing him, shutting him up completely.

Was this wrong? 100%. If Ford ever knew about this he would be in even deeper shit. But the way your soft lips felt against his rough ones pushed that thought aside. Your scent of vanilla, mixed with cigarettes was like a drug he craved. He couldn't get enough of it. You pulled away after a few seconds looking into his eyes smiling

“As much as I love your rambling, shush. I'm just glad you're here!” she said giddily as she wrapped her arms around his neck, the Vodka you tried hiding with a piece of strawberry gum, hitting his nose in the closeness.

“Noted. You look absolutely beautiful, now when do you perform?” Keep your cool Stanley shit!

“Oh I'm on after the first band! Ya know… There's rumors of some school scouting agent showing up tonight.. god can you imagine if it was true?” You smiled, a sparkle in your eyes as you speak “The band and I, in the big leagues..On tour never having to look back? That's the dream” you removed your hands from Stan’s neck

When you pulled away he turned his attention to your ensemble for the show. Your hair was done with brushed out curls, falling towards the low cut neckline of the red shirt you had on underneath the black leather jacket that completed the look.

How the actual hell did Ford score you?

No seriously how the hell.

“Regardless, we got a huge following now, the word got out about us all over campus and some parts of your school so whatever happens I don't give a shit. This is so fun!” you giggle, slightly tipsy from the shots you definitely didn't have earlier

“Whatever makes you happy, I'll support you” Stan smiled gently, squeezing your hand.

He hates that he just added fuel to the fire of lies he is making, but he didn't want to crush your dreams. Stan knows his brother was definitely not supportive of your music career, he knows that he would probably tell you to be more realistic, that's just how his brother was. Stan wishes that somehow, he would have been the one you met, he longed for someone exactly like you. Carefree, up for the thrill of not knowing what's next, and not giving a shit while doing it.

“And that's why I love you Ford” Y/n says, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Y/n! Come on, we have to figure out all our shit before we go on! You can make out with him later!” Jamie yelled out to you, holding up one of his drumsticks, pointing out at you

“Ugh, I'm coming! See you on stage lover boy” You kiss him one last time before running off with Jamie.

God he was down bad

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[mightbeimpossiblenotto]

Gown - Oct 8 - @rosekillermicrofic - 401 words - Warnings: none

Xenophilius Lovegood and Pandora Rosier were set to get married on a sunny Saturday in the Wizarding part of Northern Ireland. Barty, forever an Englishman, was admittedly a little peeved about the venue, but he honestly hadn’t meant to show up an hour later than he was meant to.

“Barty Crouch!” Dorcas yelled at him as soon as he entered the bridal suite. “You are so late.”

“Please, that’s my father,” Barty joked weakly as Dorcas stormed over to him. “Just call me Barty.”

“How about I call you ‘idiot’?” Dorcas seethed, grabbing him by one arm and tugging him further into the room. He could hear the voices of Regulus, Evan and Pandora in the other room, laughing.

When the entered the room, Pandora was already fully dressed in her wedding gown, a full face of beautiful makeup, and her hair tied up in an intricate updo that made her look ethereal. Barty made his way over to her first, giving her a barely-there kiss on the cheek so as to not ruin her makeup.

“You make an absolutely stunning bride, Panda,” Barty greeted, and she beamed at him.

“Isn’t it all just lovely?” Pandora gushed, hand flying up to her detailed hairstyle. “Regulus did the braids, but Evan twisted them up into the bun.”

Barty looked up first at Regulus, who was glaring at him harshly, but that was really nothing new. Barty sent him a salacious wink. Then Barty turned to look at Evan.

There was no way he could have ever been prepared for this. Evan, like Regulus and himself, was wearing a full tuxedo, steam-pressed and fitted to his exact measurements. Except, unlike Regulus whatsoever, Barty couldn’t seem to rip his eyes away from Evan. The black lines cut into his tall frame beautifully, making him appear even taller and thinner. The crisp white undershirt was stunning against Evan’s dark skin. His dreads were tied up away from his face, but he had placed gold beads around some of the strands, glinting in the bright lights of the bridal suite.

Barty was sorry to say that Pandora’s brother had greatly shown her up on her own wedding day, not that he would ever tell her that. Evan was smirking at him now, clearly all too aware of the effect he was having on Barty.

It was going to be a very, very long wedding ceremony, indeed.

[reallyromealone]

Title: fitness

Fandom: none applicable

Characters: werewolf - reader -

Fic type: story

Pairings: werewolf x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, female character, female werewolf, wife, heterosexual relationship, buff wife, house husband reader, bunny reader

Notes:finally I get to write fem character x male reader (yes you can request that btw)

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(Name) Was always in awe at his wife, the tall muscular woman who could birthed their three beautiful children and (name) just was so stupidly in love.

And she was also in love with her sweet loving husband, a werewolf and a rabbit Okami were an interesting couple but she couldn't be happier.

"You wanna work out babe?" She asked (name) who nodded, his adorable apron around his waist, the house husband of their relationship "I wanna get jacked up! Strong like my wife!" He said excitedly as he looked up at the other, the 6'8 woman, just barely hitting her shoulder "alright babe but we're gonna be serious about this" she said to her husband, she knew him well.

"Go papa!" Their eight year old yelled as their ten year old recorded and the five year old looked a little confused but happy to be there, the werewolf woman looking at her rabbit husband who was in gym shorts, a t-shirt and sweatbands "let's do some stretches to warm up your bones baby" she said and (name) nodded, the family at a public track area as (name) didn't feel comfortable being at a gym quite yet. The woman noticed her husband's cotton tail twitching excitedly as they stretched, she liked how serious he was taking it.

Though she couldn't figure out why, her husband was a complete homebody who typically used all his energy playing those dance games with the kids.

The two exercised for an hour before the woman carried her short king husband who was drained from it all, to be fair he did not exercise much at all.

"Papa's sleepy!" The youngest giggled as she held her eldest siblings hand, the family getting into the car and everyone settled in and (name) exhausted from it all.

"How do you do that every day!" (Name) Grumbled to his wife as he plopped on the bed post shower, the woman snorting at him "practice and discipline" the bunny turning to stick his tongue out at her "so why the sudden interest in fitness, you hate exercise unless you get cookies" she teased (name) as the other looked away "I... It's stupid"

"Talk to me" she said worried for her husband and (name) looked down and fidgeted "your brother made comments about how small I am again, I'm not the strongest and you're strong and cool and he didn't see how our relationship made sense and--""my brother is an idiot" she said simply and pulled her husband into her chest "I love you the way you are, you're cute and sweet and caring" she said moving his face to kiss him "I like that you enjoy taking the more feminine roles and don't try and put those on me and still recognize that I'm your wife" he gets excited when she wears suits or pretty dresses, their wedding he kept whispering 'wife' repeatedly as he practically vibrated with joy.

"I like you just as you are, just as you like me how I am" she said lovingly and (name) smiled goofily at her "now don't listen to my idiot brother, he's single and gets no dates and you're married with three kids" she said kissing all over his face and (name) hugged her "now, let's go order dinner, you're in no position to cook after that stunt at the track"

"I ONLY TRIPPED TWICE!"

"and yet you fell like you slipped on a banana"

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

it's not just hair daddy.

Word Count - 2.4k

till forever falls apart masterlist

Jack was feeling overwhelmed as he was standing in his master bathroom, looking at all the products Idris would use for both their children's hair. It didn’t help when he realized time was slipping away from him, and although the kids have been up since 7 am, he hasn’t attempted to get himself or the kiddos ready for the Rangers game he was supposed to leave for in 45 minutes. Jack was supposed to be at the rink in a little over an hour, to take the team bus to Madison Square Garden. The plan was that since today was his day, he was going to give the kids to Idris at the rock and she was going to drive them to MSG in the city. The kids haven’t seen their dad play a game all season and Zander has been begging to go. Despite whatever problems Idris and Jack were having, she would do anything to make either of her children’s happiness. Which today includes going to her baby daddy’s / used to be fiances’ game. 

The only thing that Jack had to do was get them ready, which was fine except for doing their hair. Jack’s anxiety was only rising, his breath picking up slightly as he continued to look at all the different products, bows and hair clips she left for Zola’s hair. Jack decided that he would leave and get both of his kids dressed and then figure out the hair situation. As he leaves the bathroom he can hear Bluey on the tv still playing, and Zola laying on the bed but Zander nowhere in sight. 

“Hi Zozo.” he cues as he picks up his daughter and she giggles as Jack slightly bounces her on his hip. “Where did your brother go?” he asks her, knowing he won’t get a response. “Huh where?” He continues to talk in a baby voice, as he leaves his room and goes to look for his son. He finds Zander on the couch eating some cheerios out of his safe no spill toddler bowl. 

Before Jack can even speak to his son, he hears Luke’s voice from the kitchen. “Dude you're not even dressed. We’re gonna be late.” he scolds Jack. “Oh my god! Neither is Zo. What have you been doing for the last 30 minutes?” The annoyance in Luke’s voice was clear and Jack winced ever so slightly embarrassed his little brother was scolding him. 

“Listen I can get dressed in like 5 minutes okay. I’m gonna get the kids ready and then I will throw on some suit and we’ll leave. We have plenty of time.” Jack says, but he isn’t sure if the words are supposed to bring his little brother comfort or himself. 

Turning towards his son who is still as happy as can be eating his snack that Luke must've gotten him; he says “Come on Z, let’s go to your room and get dressed.” Slightly reaching out his hand that isn’t holding his daughter, gesturing towards his son to take his hand. 

“B-but I wanna finish me snack.” his son pouts. 

“My snack honey, not me snack.” Jack smirks at his son’s grammar mistake. 

“Bro this is not a time for a grammar lesson!” Luke screams from the kitchen which Jack ignores continuing to talk to his son. 

“You can bring it with you, and eat it while I do your hair.” Jack offers and Zander smiles at his sheeming off the coach and grabbing his hand as Luke continues to yell from the kitchen. 

“Oh my god Jack! You’re doing their hair too! Frick we’re definitely gonna be late.”  Luke complains, as he shoves a mouthful cereal in his mouth from his own bowl of cereal. Although Jack appreciates that Luke used ‘frick’ instead of ‘fuck’ in front of the kids he still needs to take a deep breath, his patience with his brother wearing thin.

“Will you shut up!” he yells at Luke as he guides Zander to his and Zola’s room. Originally the family of five was supposed to move to a townhouse so each kid has their own room, but that was before Idris asked for a break. Plus it doesn’t matter if they share a room, they both end up with Jack most nights they are with him anyway. Putting Zola down on the rug, as he goes to Zander’s dresser picking out new underwear for him and two options for pants. “Which pair is black or dark green?” he asks squatting down resting on the balls of his feet so Zander can see both. 

Jack watches his son as he has that slight crease in his brows, and a slight smirk on his lips as he decides what color pants he wants to wear. Jack has a smile on his face, because Zander looks as if someone is trying to teach his little two-year-old brain pre-algebra. “Uhhh green.” 

Jack nods as he helps his son step out of his pajama pants as Zander uses his shoulders to balance on. He goes to help Zander out of his underwear, but Zander protests. “No. Daddy. Only pants.” 

Before Zander can continue to protest Jack changes so he is on his knees as he tries to reason with his son. “Zander. You have to change your underwear. It’s not an option.” Jack’s voice is stern with him. He can tell his son is about to make a dash for the door, so he wraps his arms around Zander as he begins to fight Jack. Zander continues his protests and finally Jack looks his son in the eye and says “okay here is the deal, you change your underwear or you can’t come to Uncle Lukey’s and my game today.” 

Zander has a full blown pout, his hands in fists as he finally says “fine.” Jack takes a deep breath as he feels like he has just got through the worst of getting his kids ready. Once the pants are on, Jack puts a long sleeve shirt on his son and then lets him decide between his jersey that says “daddy�� or a devils hoodie. Zander picks the hoodie because “i wanna ma’ch with sissy.”

“Okay now first you eat your snack, then we’ll go do your hair. Okay buddy.” Jack never thought he would be someone who uses “first, then statements” with anyone let alone his kids. But Idris said they should try to use them as much as possible with Z to see if it helps with stubbornness when it comes to transitioning to a new task and terrible tantrums. Jack quickly grabs Zola’s devils sweatshirt which is too big on her still, and some sweats for her. 

“Hi baby. Let’s get you dressed” as Jack finally gives attention to his daughter she babbles happily in response. 

“Da-da” she says.

“Yeah baby that’s me.” he responds as he quickly uses the changing table to change her clothes. “Okay Z time to go.” he says as he lifts his daughter up even though she can walk it’s very slow and Jack is on a time crunch. Zander gets up with his bowl which still is full, ‘how much fucking cereal did Luke give you’ Jack thinks to himself. 

As they pass the living room again, they see Luke again this time fully dressed including shoes and his feet on the table. “Dude feet off.” Jack says as he passes him using his leg to kick Luke’s foot off the coffee table. 

Luke doesn’t even look up from his phone as he says “not to sound like you, but time check we only have 30 minutes left.” Luke mumbles as Jack passes him with Zander following close behind. Jack ignores him, but as soon as Jack is out of sight he puts his long legs out again on the table, looking up and smirking about Zander, quickly motioning for Zander not to tell on him. Zander stops following his dad and starts giggling with his uncle until he hears his dad call him and he rushes off. 

Thankfully Jack left Zola’s bouncer in his room and he places her in it, so starts using her feet to follow her dad. “Not yet Zo.” he mumbles as Zander finally comes into the room. Jack reaches for his son, suddenly picking him up and slightly throwing him in the air causing Zander to squeal loudly. “Okay Z, time for hair.” As he carries Z to the bathroom, he can hear Zola behind him following behind in her bouncer. Jack places Zander on the step he kept in his bathroom so Zander can reach the sink. “Okay ready?” he asks, making eye-contact through the mirror. 

“Mmmhh” his son mumbles as he brings his bowl to his level so he can continue to eat. Jack grabs the bottle of water and sprays Zanders hair. “No daddy.” his son says. 

“What?” Jack asks. 

“That’s not how mama does it.” Zander complains with a huff. Jack takes a deep breath as he places the bottle on the sink. 

“Z I did your hair like this yesterday and it was fine.” trying to reason with his son. 

“No. Gotta use da cream.” he complains. 

Jack tries to gently tell his son. “Baby. That's only when your hair is wet.” 

“NO BABY.” Zander screams at the top of his lungs because Jack called him by that pet name. 

“Right. No baby sorry.” Jack apologizes immediately hoping that Zander won’t go into a full meltdown. 

Sadly, Jack’s efforts went in vain as Zander continued to scream “I WANT Mama.” 

Jack sighs deeply, “You are going to see Mama in less than an hour Z. But the longer you fight me, the later you are gonna see Mama.” 

Zander’s jaw is still locked as he thinks about what his dad just told him, as he mumbles something under his breath for Jack to continue he grabs the bottle again and finishes wetting the baby curls. Jack at this point is rushing and forgets to put the leave in a conditioner that is also a detangler. Zander’s hair doesn’t look long but it is, and in the first couple seconds almost immediately the tears come down his face as it hurts. “I’m sorry honey.” Jack apologizes for using the detangler. 

Despite it not hurting anymore, Zander doesn’t stop his screaming cries. “I waaannttt mommy.” he cries and it hits Jack as if a bad hit on the ice does. 

Jack stops brushing his hair for a second, “I know honey. Deep breath for me okay?” Jack tries to get his son to take a deep breath before he makes himself sick from crying so hard. Jack mumbles something along the lines of “there ya go” as he bends down with a tissue from the sink to wipe Zander’s tears and snot off his face. 

Zander’s lip is still quivering, as he says “it’s not just the hair daddy.” 

Jack breath catches, if he didn’t feel like a piece of shit before he does now at his son’s words. Jack doesn’t say anything to his son for a minute. Until he says“Okay. Well your hair is done. Why don’t you go hangout with Uncle Luke while I do Zozo’s hair and get ready.” 

Zander nods his head as he steps off the stoll, as he passes Zola he says “good ‘uck.” He completely misses the l in ‘luck.’ But the fact that he wishes his little sister luck simply because their dad is going to do her hair makes Jack smile. 

It doesn’t take Jack long to do Zola’s hair, he uses red bow clips to clip two little ponytails. Jack knows that it doesn’t look as good as if Idris did it but it will have to do. Quickly he goes to get dressed and grabs Zola as he grabs the diaper bag, as he goes to the living room. Thankfully Luke put Zander’s shoes on and Jack could hear while he was getting dressed that it was a fight about how he wanted to wear his flip-flops and Luke didn’t want him to. 

“Alright let’s go.” Jack says diaper bag on one arm diaper bag on another. 

“Daddy?”

“Yeah Z” he asks.

“I wanna be carried,” he complains. 

“I can’t carry you with the diaper bag, and Zola.” 

“Oh my god give me the fucking bag I can’t do this.” Luke says, as he locks the apartment door.

“You don’t wanna take Zola?” he asks as Luke practically rips the bag of his shoulder. 

“And risk a Zola meltdown. Naw I’m good.” as he continues to walk quickly to the elevator as Jack bends down to scoop up his son. 

“Are you excited Z?” Jack asks. 

“Yup.” popping his ‘p’ 

Thankfully when they get to the stadium, they are only a few minutes late. Luke grabs the gear from the trunk he already had packed earlier in the day. He doesn’t even try to say bye as he runs to the bus, committed to his promise of “I will not be late because you are shit at time management Jack.” Thankfully Idris is already there and opens the back door to great the kids. 

“Mommy.” Zander shreeks. 

“Hi baby.” she coos, Jack rolls his eyes at the nickname knowing that Zander will only smile at Idris calling him that. 

“Oh I see Daddy did your hair.” she says to Zola and then she turns to Zanders flattened curls “oh and your Zander.” 

“Listen, I tried my best, Iddy.” Jack mumbles looking down at the garage floor feeling shy all of a sudden, as she only giggles at him. 

Jack's cheeks start to feel warm, as he blushes at her. “I know J.” The light pink blush only becomes darker at the nickname. ‘She hasn’t called me that in months.’ he thinks to himself. “Don’t worry I have hair stuff in my bag, I had a feeling.” As she lightly pats Jacks cheek. 

“HUGHES LET’S GO.” Jack turns his head fast, as he sees Coach Shelden yelling for him. 

“You better go.” Idris mumbles. 

“Here.” Jack shoves the remote for his car in her hand. “Take it. It’ll be easier, plus it’s my game you shouldn’t have to pay for gas.” 

“Jack.” the way she sighs his name like she is about to protest. But Jack doesn’t wait to listen; he just starts to jog backwards towards the bus. “It’s yours! Hey you look beautiful I’ve always said red is your color.” and now it was Idris turn to blush but Jack doesn’t see as he turns to run to the bus hoping he gets there fast enough that he won’t have to do bag skates next practice.

[hoaxriot]

SEVEN DEVILS

pairings. regulus black x fem!reader

summary. you had one task and so did he but neither of you could finish it.

warnings. mention of death, murder, torture, abuse. smut.

notes. this is not a magic story, death eaters are the same but without wands and magic. it’s a long one and I’m very proud of this😭. there’s not an exact timeline on when this takes place bc tbh idk. reader and regulus are not the best people!!!!!!!! pls remember this is fiction. i feel like i kinda lost the plot at the end?? 😭

Kill regulus black. Kill him. Get him alone and kill him.

Those words rung through your head as your stared at him from across the room, holding onto a glass of champagne. It was the blacks annual big party and you had found your way into receiving an invitation, after many tries — this was your only chance.

Regulus Black was a death eater, he was who you hated. You didn’t care why he chose to be it, he was and you were sent to kill him. Looking down at your glass before bringing it to your lips to finish the drink, setting it down on the table next to you.

You had done this before but now you’re heart was beating and your hands were sweating as you stared at the man. You felt eyes on you causing you to turn you head, Sirius Black was looking at you. Licking your lips as you turned your head to look at a painting on the wall.

Jesus, there was no way you could do this tonight. Sirius could act like he didn’t care much for his brother, he watched everyone that came close to him. Regulus also always had two friends by his side that you’ve learned to be Barty Crouch jr. and Evan Rosier. You were not killing him tonight.

You sighed knowing the consequences, walking through the crowd to the front door. You felt someone grab your wrist, tugging it away as you turned around to see regulus black standing in front of you.

You name fell from his pink lips softly, you furrowed your eyebrows as to how he know your name.

“Black.” you replied dryly with a smile.

His lips turned upwards, “leaving so soon? the food hasn’t come out yet.” Regulus spoke gesturing towards the tables scattered across the room.

You looked around, Evan Rosier stared at you. Putting on your best smile as you wiped your hands on your black lady dress. W as you smiled, without a word you walked away.

A man wearing an all black suit opened the large doors for you, sighing as the cool air hit your face walking towards the car across the street.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” the man next to you immediately yelled slamming on the seat in front of him as the driver drove away.

Flinching at the loud noise, “I’m sorry, sir. he has a lot of eyes on him.” Your explanation meant nothing to him as he slapped you.

“You never fail to disappoint me.” He spat making you shrink into the seat. For the rest of the drive home, he continued to jab at you, you stayed quiet knowing not to upset him.

He had took you into his home after your parents were killed by death eaters, he taught you everything you know. Kill them and you’ll eventually get the revenge on the right person— in your mind it was right because of how much he said it, it drilled into your head.

The next day, you lived a normal life working at a bakery with a guard across the street watching you. If you were sent to kill someone, you were obviously on someone’s list too.

“Hey, someone’s at the counter.” Savannah, your coworker said as you sat in the small office.

Turning around in the chair, “why can’t you take them?” you said annoyed, you were on your break, “I have to clean the bathroom— unless you want too.”

“No.” you spoke standing up, walking past her and behind the counter.

Regulus stood in front of it with his two goons behind him, “My friends told me about this place, said it was quite good. i’ll take the best thing on the menu.” He voice remained monotone, you wondered if he ever sound excited about anything.

“Of course.” you smiled, what the fuck was he doing here?

“Here.” you said handing him the bag as he handed you the money.

“Hope you enjoy, have a good day.” Speaking sweetly, but deep down you were scared he knew you were sent to kill him.

Regulus stayed as his friends walked away, “may i help you with anything else?”

“Dinner at seven.”

The hell did he just say?

“Sorry?” you heard him but you were way beyond confused.

“Let me take you to dinner, tonight at seven.” Repeating himself, you were about to shut him down and say no before you remembered your assignment.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Where?” You asked putting on your best smile even though you were terrified. Of course you knew who Regulus Black was but never once has he even batted an eye at you.

He chuckled, “write down your address and i’ll pick you up.” you nodded writing it down on your notepad before ripping it off and handed it to him.

“Thank you, I’ll see you at seven.” he winked as he walked away.

After work you went home to get ready realizing you had no idea what to wear, deciding to wear a simple dress.

You got ready and waited for almost an hour, maybe you got ready too early. Looking at your clock reading 7:45.

Sighing as you opened your balcony door, grabbing the cigarettes on the small table and lighting one. You watched the streets hoping for him to show, you groaned to yourself realizing you were waiting for him, not waiting to kill him.

A black car pulled in front of your home, regulus came out from it. You took one last hit from your cigarette before putting it out, walking back into your house and spraying perfume on as he knocked on your door. Running your hands on your dress to smooth it out, opening the door to see him dressed so nice compared to you but that’s just how he dressed all the time, dressed like he was going to a formal.

“You look beautiful.” He spoke as he looked you up and down.

Smiling tightly, “you’re late.” he laughed under his breath.

“I got lost. you live in a weird place.” he smiled, holding his arm out for you to take. You stared at it for a few seconds before intertwining your arm with his as you shut your door.

The walk to the car was quiet, the car ride was quiet you got antsy. Regulus noticed placing his hand on top of yours, you looked at him, he smiled at you. Regulus Black actually smiled at you— you almost forgot you were meant to kill him tonight. An awkward smile came to your face as as you turned to look at the window.

The car came to a stop, regulus stepped out and walked around the car to open your door. again, he put his arm for you to take it. “I’ll be around the block, Mr.Black.” The driver said before he pulled off.

The two of you walked into the restaurant, straight to the back into a secluded corner. The place was nice, too nice for you that you felt out of place. Regulus pulled the chair out for you, once he did he sat down in front of you.

Regulus started conversation, it went smoother than you thought it would. The two of you laughed throughout the dinner, even as the food was brought.

“You interest me.” He said, your name spilling from his lips.

You laughed lightly taking a sip from you glass, “why’s that, Black?” you questioned with a smile.

Regulus shrugged, “I feel like you have a lot behind your name. Your story. No one knows about it.” He spoke softly but questionably like he quite didn’t know what he was saying.

“They don’t,” you said with a smile. “Only—“ you said before clearing your throat cutting yourself off.

Regulus furrowed his eyebrows leaning back into his seat, “only?” he said with a questioning tone. His eyebrows raised quickly.

“Nobody. i don’t have anybody to know my story.” You said looking down at the table, only one person did but if you said that name regulus would probably take the knife sitting in front of him and put it in your chest.

“Hm. why?” Regulus asked leaning forward, he seemed genuine. you looked at him, his eyes showed interest.

You signed downing the rest of your wine, “i only had my parents, never had any friends. they died two years ago in a car accident,” death eaters tortured your mom as your dad was forced to watch, tortured her until she could no longer take it, then simply killing your dad but watching your mother go through that had already killed him. “Then my uncle took me in.” Liam Williams took you in, his daughter was killed by death eaters so he had found people who went through the same thing and found revenge.

You cleared your throat, “I’m sorry,” you laughed. “That was deep.” You spoke with a tight smile.

“No it’s okay. I’m very sorry for your loss, i couldn’t imagine.” he wouldn’t give a shit if his parents died, he would be free.

Regulus stood up, instead of his arm he put his hand out. “don’t you have to pay?” You asked causing him to chuckle.

“My dad knows the owner, they don’t like us to pay.” He explained, you felt bad not paying but took his hand. the car was waiting for you two outside the place.

After getting into the car, you realized you enjoyed regulus blacks company, he made you feel heard. “I kind of don’t want the night to end.” You said softly, you wanted him to hear you but at the same time you didn’t.

Regulus turned to you as you stared at the seat in front of you, “me either,” you made him feel wanted, he hadn’t felt that in so long. “Why don’t you come back to my place?” he suggested.

“I’m not sleeping with you.” You stated making him laugh. “Just to hang out, but you also never know.” He said, turning your head to look at him, he had a teasing look on his face making you laugh, agreeing to come home with him.

The car pulled into his long driveway, you knew the blacks were rich but hell, his house was huge. Regulus’ hand held onto yours as you walked to his front door.

As soon as the door shut, he shoved you against the door and his lips were on yours. You froze until his hands squeezed your hips, your hands came to his neck pulling him closer to you as you finally kissed back ignoring everything you said ten minutes before. One of his hands came to hold yours face.

Regulus pulled away, “jump.” He breathed out against your lips. You did as he said, wrapping your legs around his waist as he held onto you. Regulus walked through his house, you put your head into his neck kissing it, feeling him harden and his quiet groans in your ear.

Once he made it to his room, he set you down and immediately started kissing you again. You opened your lips as his tounge explored you, you began to undress him of his coat throwing it onto the floor. One of his hands drew the straps of your dress down, not wearing a bra your boobs fell out once he continued to slide the dress down. Regulus took his shirt off, guiding you to lie down.

He kneeled down kissing right above your underwear, whimpering as he made his way up taking one of your tits into his mouth.

“Reg..” you whispered grabbing a handful of his locks, “yeah,baby?” He said looking up with low eyes.

“I need you,” you said hungrily, Regulus hummed dragging his fingers from your chest. His fingers slide into your underwear, feeling your wetness he groaned. you squinted under his touch, his fingers rubbed circles on your clit.

You moaned feeling him slide his finger through your folds, “god, you’re so beautiful.” Regulus breathed out as he looked down watching his fingers pump in and out of you, he kissed your chest. He curled his fingers making your arch back as you pulled on his locks, Regulus tilted his back to watch you, your eyes closed with your mouth opened, filthy noises coming out of it as you breathed heavily.

You hadn’t had sex in almost a year, you were already closing feel the build in your stomach. He knew the way you clenched around his fingers and your fingers tightening on his hair.

“Cum for me, love.” He whispered kissing your neck, chest, and face, no doubt leaving marks. “Fuck, regulus.” Moaning loudly as his fingers worked fast, his thumb rubbing all the right places. The tension in your stomach snapped as your orgasm hit you, coming on his fingers.

Your chest fell up and down as he rode your orgasm out, you whimpered as he pulled his fingers out grabbing his face. You smashed your lips onto his, grabbing him. The kiss was messy and full of want. As he kissed you, you pulled your underwear down as he tried to work on his pants without breaking away from you.

He struggled making you laugh, he started to with you as he pulled away to stand up. He unbuckled his pants pulling them down with his boxers, you didn’t have time to be shocked at his size as he hovered over you. He lined up to you, the two of you stared at each other with heavy breaths.

“Regulus?” You questioned the look in his eyes, “We don’t have to do this.”

“What? No, I want this. I- I just haven’t done it in a long time.” He confessed, you smiled, “me either.” The two of you let out a breathy laugh.

You felt the tip of his cock brush against you making you gasp lightly, he began to slowly push himself into you making you both moan. He dropped his head into the crook of your neck, “Fuck.” He groaned out.

You held your breath getting used to his size, “You feel so good, Reg.” You whispered holding the side of his neck, he moaned at your words.

“I know, you feel so fucking good, so tight.” He groaned kissing and sucking on your neck. “Can I move?” He asked rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

“Please.” That all, he pulled out then pushed back in hard but slow making you moan out loudly. He kept the same rhythm, his hand that held your face slowly slid down to your neck testing the waters. Regulus watched you, you looked into his eyes as you moved his hand to where he was choking you with the right amount of pressure.

Regulus smirked as he adjusted himself, the new position made you moan. Regulus had been matching your noises and you loved it, it made you approach your orgasm quicker.

You clenched around him, “oh, fuck.” Regulus whimpered as he fell into your neck again.

“I’m close, fuck. Reg. Keep going, just like that.” You moaned out scratching his back with your nails.

“Yeah? Cum for me again, baby.” He spoke as his fingers found your clit again rubbing it, your nails dug into his skin making him groan.

The band in you snapped, your legs shook around him as his rhythm got messier. “Fucking hell,” your name fell from his lips like you were a goddess. “Ah, fuck.” You felt him twitch in you making you moan, “Reg, I’m gonna cum again. You’re so good.” Your words set him off, his moans and groans in your ear set you off.

After a few seconds, Regulus pulled out and he laid down besides you bringing the sheets to cover the both of you. The two of you laid there, fucked out and ended up falling asleep in each others arms.

You woke by the sun beaming into your eyes through his large windows, you hummed lightly. You felt arms snaked around your waist, looking down your eyes widened.

The god forbidden mark engraved into his skin, reminding you of everything bad that happened to you in your life. You felt ashamed that you had slept with him, but he treated you so well.

What the fuck was wrong with you?

You threw his arms off of you, not caring if it woke him up. Grabbing your dress to slip it on, you heard him whisper your name groggily rubbing his eyes as he sat up in his bed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whispered looking around for your heels, seeing you so distressed made him confused.

Regulus stood up, putting his boxers on, “What’s wrong?” He questioned, taking a step forward as you took two back.

“You. You’re what’s wrong.” You pointed to his arm, he didn’t have to look to know. “Jesus,” you muttered slamming his door open and walking down his stairs.

Ignoring the calls of your name, you open his front door. “Oh my god, oh my god.” You pull out your phone, pressing on Liam’s contact.

“Liam. Pick me up, please.” You said into the phone through breaths once you realized he answered.

You heard a breath through the line, “Liam’s not gonna be able to do that, sweetheart.” A dark voice said making you gasp, stuttering over your words you heard a crunch behind you. Turning around, Regulus stood there.

“Bring her to my dad.” He said shakily, you shook your head as two people came beside you. “No!” You yelled as you elbowed one of them in the face, then punching the other one. You looked at Regulus before running, you didn’t make it past his mailbox before you ran into someone.

Orion Black stood in front of you, he smirked bring a cloth to your nose. The world faded away from you within seconds, you felt like you were meeting death.

You woke up groggily, you felt glued to the floor, the cold dirty floor. You swore you heard your name being said but still couldn’t come to open your eyes.

Kill her. Get her alone and kill her.

Those words rung through Regulus Blacks mind as he stared at your body that was covered in dirt and blood. His fist clenched against his sides, you were Regulus’ mission— you killed many death eaters alongside Liam Willams and many other. Yet, when he got to know you he couldn’t kill you. His mom slapped him and called him stupid

‘You’ve only known her for two days.’ She spat at in his face, now he watched you try to come to your senses.

“Black, step away from her.” Williams spoke from behind him, like he gave a shit. He looked over his shoulder to glare at the man.

“Regulus?” Your hoarse voice got him to look back, “please, I don’t wanna die.” You whispered, you were sore everywhere and couldn’t move.

Regulus tilted his head to the side, “yeah? But you wanted to kill me? You’ve killed a lot of people.” His words spat at you like venom, puncturing every part of you. Never once did you think this day would come.

“You people, sick people killed my parents. Killed innocent people.” Anger boiled in your body somehow giving you energy to sit up, now face to face with Regulus.

“What’s the difference between them killing your parents then you killing more than that. This sick man behind me, has manipulated you into thinking this is—“

A loud slam cut his sentence off, “Step away from her, Regulus.” His father said, he immediately straightened his back and stood by his father.

“Sweetheart, do you know the punishment for killing all those people?” Orion smiled mimicking his son’s actions before, leaning down to look at you. You felt small under his gaze.

He cocked his head to the side as you avoided his eye contact. “Hm? We make you feel the pain of every single person you killed, that’s a lot, right?” Orion smirked, “Y’know, I kinda wished we found you first. You’re a good one.” You felt like puking as the man spoke.

Next thing you know, three men and one woman walks into the room with smirks on their faces. You look to Liam for answers, he just stares back to you making you open your mouth in shock— he promised to protect you from this.

“These three are family members of who you’ve killed, so they’ll be here to enjoy the show— while also joining. “ Orion makes a noise, “but the star of the show— my dear son. Regulus. I’m so proud you, son. You’ve made me and your mom so proud. Tom will be thrilled to hear you caught her.” Orion grabbed Regulus face who flinched, you now realized this was some sick family shit.

Regulus turned to look at you over his shoulder, you had tears flowing down your stained cheeks. Tears prickled his own eyes, he finally found someone he felt like he could know and grow to even like. He also had never fucking killed someone, he just was handed simple missions.

“Please, no.” You begged, a woman with curly hair came to you, she grabbed your face making you whimper. “Shut up, girl. You will suffer the consequences of your actions!” She shouted in your face, you desperately tried to pull away from her face as her nails dug into your skin.

She finally pulled away, you breathed out in relief but quickly gasped again seeing Regulus stand behind her with something in his hand. “Only on one condition will I kill her, father.” He said staring into your eyes, you pleaded quietly.

“It’s just me, I’ll allow you but I don’t want them here.” He smiled at you causing you to furrow your eyebrows,

“Reg—“

“Father, I will not do it.”

Liam chuckled from the corner, “Shut up. You three out.” Regulus smirked, handing you the metal bar in his hand. You took it with the handcuffs around your wrists, your hands shaked.

‘Do it.’ He mouthed to you, shaking your head with tears. A sob escaped your lips, from behind Regulus it seemed normal.

“Fucking hell, just do it!” Liam yelled catching Orion’s attention, you squeezed your eyes shut slamming the bar against Regulus’ ankles, he groaned falling to the ground.

Orion looked at you, he had no weapon but you were locked to the wall. He walked towards you, as soon as he got in arms length you smashed the bar against his head, he fell to the ground with a loud groan. Regulus dug into his father’s pockets grabbing the keys, tossing them to you.

Your heart beat quickened as you struggled to put the key into the hole because your hands were so shaky. You gasped out once you heard the click and the freeing feeling around your wrists.

“Run.” Regulus spoke, you looked at him as he stared at his father, confused on what to do.

You crawled to him, “Regulus, please. We can go.” You whispered, “You don’t have to do this, we can live.”

“We won’t get out of here alive.” Those words made your stomach drop, “I’ve done the unthinkable, you are wanted by every death eater. Even if we do, we won’t be alive for long.” Regulus looked at you through his eyelashes, tears brimmed his eye-line, like he didn’t want them to fall.

“I’m tired of fighting this,” he whispered causing you lips to frown. “Everyday is a battle and in the end I know I won’t end so just go, I’ll give you time to run.” Regulus was doing a lot for you even after the two of you were sent to kill each other.

Suddenly, the door slammed open. Sirius Black and his friends stood in the frame. The older black brother pointed a knife at you, “Get the fuck away from my brother.”

You immediately fell back, he stormed towards you grabbing your shoulders pulling you up and pushing you up against the wall, feeling the knife against your throat making you gasp.

“Sirius—“

“You think you can get away? You tried to kill my brother.” You whimpered as he pushed the knife harder against your throat.

“I-i know, I’m sorry, sorry. I just- fuck, I’m sorry, okay? I’ll do anything, just please don’t kill me. I ha-haven’t lived! Oh my, I really don’t wanna die.” You begged, you knew you sounded stupid but you did not want to die.

Sirius looked at you questionably as you squeezed your eyes shut, he slowly let the knife fall from your neck, you let out a breath without realizing you held your breath the whole time.

You saw Liam move from the corner of your eye, you wanted to kill him. He hadn’t done one thing to protect you like he’d sworn, “C’mon, little one. Come get me out of these things.” He spoke catching everyone’s attention, you scoffed.

“Why the fuck would I do that?” You spat, Sirius cleared his throat.

“We don’t have time for this, we gotta leave.” He spoke, everyone nodded, Regulus didn’t. He continued to stare down at his father, you had taken away someone just like someone had done to you.

Sirius knelt down whispering to his brother, you stared at the other people. You probably looked insane, a dress that had ripped up, makeup messed up, and hair crazy. You also had bruises covering your body, blood smothered everywhere.

“Lets go—“

“Woah! What about me?!” Liam yelled, you stopped dropping the keys onto the floor— too far for him to reach as you followed the group out of the house, everyone stopped once they reached outside.

You shivered at the cool air, “Can I go home?” You said shakily causing everyone turn to you, some of them with hatred and some with pity.

“Yeah, just don’t let me catch you anywhere near us.” Sirius spoke, you nodded, he actually scared you. You looked at Regulus who was already staring at you, you smiled before you turned around and began walking.

Silent tears began to fall, there was a long road but you didn’t care. Everything was numb, you couldn’t fell the concrete on your bare feet. You wished Sirius had killed you or Regulus killed you the first time he’d saw you. There was nothing to live for anymore.

[stevie-petey]

can we get a halloween blurb? i’d love to see season 1-2 bug take the kids trick or treating or something cute along the lines of thay!!

I SAVED THIS BABY FOR HALLOWEEN !!! absolutely yes i miss writing bug with all the boys </33

enjoy !

"jonathan will be here any minute."

"why do we have to wait for him? its his fault hes late." dustin grumbles, tossing his pillow sack over his shoulder. the bag hits softly against the padding of his hulk costume.

you fix one of his skewed shoulder pads. "hes our ride, buddy. be nice."

"some candy would be nice."

ignoring your brother, you adjust your own costume. this year you let the party choose what you dressed as, and honestly you shouldve known better. the witch hat they shoved on your head is heavier than you ever thought possible and the fake, pointy nose they snickered at smells like feet.

jonathan, however, absolutely loves your costume.

"nice nose, bug." he snorts, flicking the fake tip with his finger. it wiggles in a gross, comedic way that agitates you further.

"i'll kill you."

will pokes his head to the front. "i think you look nice, y/n."

"and this is why you're my favorite, little bee."

will beams at you, looking painfully adorable in his quicksilver costume. the frayed edges of his suit tells you that joyce made it.

when mike sees you, he almost chokes on his candy. it takes lucas and jonathan aggressively swatting his back to dislodge the wafer. mike sputters on the ground, panting heavily. its truly a sight to see: lucas, dressed as blade, attacking mike, dressed as captain america.

"almost died." mike breathes out, pointing a lazy finger at your nose. "but that was so worth it."

you glare at the kid, kicking his padded stomach. he screeches and rolls on the ground to avoid your foot while dustin, lucas, and will all laugh.

jonathan stands to the side with them, watching you fondly. he hadnt worn a costume tonight. instead, he brought a backpack full of your old clothes and an extra jacket for you tonight. when you told him what the boys had wanted you to wear, he knew youd last only half the night. as much as you love to please the party, theres only so much you can last wearing an old, smelly plastic nose.

and jonathan is right. after the first few blocks around mikes neighborhood, he notices you ducking your head down as you pass strangers. a little girl screams when she sees you at one point.

"im sorry!" you shout to her mom, wincing. the woman glares at you and tugs her child away angrily. you turn and sigh, leaning against jonathan. "theres no way my costume is that scary."

jonathan rubs your side. "the nose is a bit... rough."

"im gonna kill mike."

"we both know it was dustins idea."

"hey, slowpokes!" mike shouts at you and jonathan. "hurry up, the rich are running out of the big candy bars!"

you tilt your head. "did he just say 'the rich'?"

jonathan kisses your head. "yeah. ive taught him well."

"he knows that hes the rich, right?" the wheelers practically live in a mansion, as far as youre concerned.

"not yet," tugging your hand, jonathan hurries your footsteps so as to not get yelled at by mike again. "hes in for a rude awakening when he realizes, though."

at some point in the night, sometime after dustin skins his knee running after a frog and you ditched the witch costume for the clothes jonathan brought you, the late october chill sets in.

will shivers slightly as he walks, his costume too thin to protect against the weather. dustin and the others are up ahead, eager to get to the last few houses before curfew. jonathan is with them. its his turn to knock on the door, anyways.

"you cold?" you ask will, not even bothering to wait for his response before taking your own jacket off. "here."

"no, im okay-" he tries to shrug it off, but you quickly zip the jacket, locking his small body inside.

"nope. cant have you getting sick. your mom would kill me."

will snorts. "my mom would never kill you. she loves you more than she loves me and jonathan."

you giggle, shoving him gently. "and i intend to keep it that way."

"y/n!" lucas calls over, waving a bag of cookies in the air. "this house gave us cookies. they suck. do you want 'em?"

"im good," you decline, shaking your head. "but dont be rude, im sure they were baked with love."

"more like baked with acid." dustin gags, spitting his out. he starts to wipe his tongue with the back of his hand and youre too tired to berate him.

will takes a bite and immediately spits his out as well. lucas and mike argue over who gets to chug water first to rid the taste in their mouths.

theyre a mess. a giant, chaotic, forceful mess.

but you catch jonathans eyes and find that hes staring at them fondly too. linking your arm through his, you rest your head against his shoulder. "what are we going to do with them, bee?"

jonathan laughs. "i have no idea."

[ageofbajabule]

Curtain Calls | Sam Kiszka

Sam Kiszka x F! Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Oral Sex (F! and M! Receiving), Unprotected Sex (WRAP IT UP PLEASE), Cockwarming

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Author’s Note: Hello my lovelies!! Here it is, the highly awaited request! Inspired by this anon, as well as having this moment included by this lovely anon. Also sorry if its poorly edited :(

Everyone was scattering around the hallways, the show was in approximately 45 minutes. Josh and Danny had already gotten their makeup done, and ready for the show. Jake had you touch up his eyeliner, and straighten out his new suit.

“Where is your brother Samuel?” You shook your head, Sam always got ready last minute. Even when it came to makeup, you were always yelling at him for being late for his makeup session.

“Probably snoozing with Rosie in the greenroom.” Jake shrugged, chuckling softly.

��Ugh…” Your feet began dragging you near his greenroom, knocking loudly. “Samuel Francis Kiszka, get your ass in the dressing room.”

Hearing a groan from the other side, “I’m coming Y/N.”

You huffed making your way to your station, everything was already set up to put his makeup on. And you had hoped he was smart enough to put his suit on, since by the time you would finish with him he would only have a few minutes till they had to be on stage.

Surely enough you hear footsteps making way to you, turning around your met by the handsome brunette. And he was indeed wearing his suit.

“Wow, you actually listened for once…” You clicked your tongue.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam sat in the chair looking at you.

“Sam I’ve been working on tour with you these past two months, how are you still forgetting to show up early enough.” You started to prime his eyes, before getting the eyeshadow palette in your hands.

“I’m sorry, I'm just still new to all of this.” He slouched a bit.

“Sit upright, I need to make this look perfect.” You poked his shoulder.

“Yes ma’am.” He smirked at you, in response you roll your eyes.

Sam always did have the younger sibling personality that everyone would talk about. Sometimes you found it utterly annoying but deep down, you found it cute about him. But he was in fact an adult, who just liked to have his childish fun antics.

The relationship between the two of you this tour had been wonderful. Anytime there was a small break between shows, he’d take you around the cities or small towns to show you his favorite places. He even had you join him on a small vacation to the Carolina’s with Rosie.

You tried to get out of it, but he was consistent with getting you to join him. And you figured if you said no, you felt that would’ve changed your relationship and made work awkward. The only reason you didn’t particularly want to go, was simply that you had feelings for Sam.

There had always been casual flirting between the two of you. But nothing more than that, in fact the one time in the green room the two of you had fallen asleep on the couch and were woken up by Jenny. She was another makeup artist for the guys, she mostly worked with Josh and Danny but you would help assist her.

Ever since then, Sam and you have talked more. Sending recipes to one another, he even taught you how to make pickles. Sam was just a kind hearted man, that you truly didn’t know how to express your feelings to him.

“So, are we going with what we’ve been doing? Or are we taking a new approach tonight?” You looked through your palette and the liquid eyeshadow you had.

“The usual…” He said softly, taking a sip of his Topo-Chico.

“You know, I really think we can get more creative…” You smiled softly, applying a layer of the glittery liquid eye shadow to put on his lids.

“You’re the mastermind here… Not me.” He chuckled softly.

“Maybe in the next show we’ll try something new. If you’re up for it that is.” You smiled at him softly.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.” He smiled softly his cheeks turning a rosy tone.

You giggled softly, grabbing a palette, taking a brush and dapping it into the silver shadow. You gently apply it to his eyelids, dragging it out, blending it softly into the underlayer.

“You’re really good at this ya know?” He kept his lids closed, fearing you would scold him for opening them while you worked on his look.

“I’d hope, I didn’t go to beauty school for nothing.” You giggled softly, grabbing another silver shadow packing it onto his lid.

Earning a chuckle from him, “Hard work pays off.”

You smiled softly, finishing the rest of his eye makeup. “Should I add rhinestones?” You pulled away from his face grabbing the pack of rhinestones.

“Yeah, might as well. Can’t out-do Josh though.” He smiled softly looking in the mirror at your work.

“Josh creates his own look before even having Jenny or I do his makeup.” You giggled softly, applying makeup glue to the rhinestones applying them gently to his cheekbone.

“He likes to be prepared, I guess.” He chuckles, you smiled back to him finishing up his look with about 15 minutes left till they hit the stage.

“Well, what do you think?” You asked as you cleaned up your workspace.

He stood up, looking at himself in the mirror. “It looks great, as always Y/N.” He smiled, turning towards you, his stare focusing towards your tits.

“Sam… my eyes are up here.” You snapped your fingers at him.

“You wore that top purposely. I know you took your sweatshirt off before I came in here. Don’t act all innocent. You wanted me to stare at your tits, didn’t you?” He chuckled softly.

He knew you all too well, you always wore a light sweatshirt no matter what. Sue me is what you thought to yourself. You couldn’t deny the attraction you had towards Sam. In fact your feelings had only gotten stronger towards him after the small trip you took with him.

“No… I just got hot.”

“Uh huh… I’m sure that’s what it is.” Sam drags his finger up your thigh, moving it slowly towards your center. The one day you chose to wear a skirt to work, and he pulls that stunt.

You stop him, grabbing his wrist “You at least gotta kiss me first.”

“Say less.” Sam straightens himself, putting both hands on the side of you, pressing you up against the counter, trapping you in.

“I was-“

“Look at you stuttering angel. Don’t get nervous now.” He smirked at you.

Sam looks deep into your eyes, leaning forward. You move your head a bit. “Playing hard to get are we? Or is that you retreating because you’re scared you might like it.”

Sam goes to move away but not before you pull him in tightly for a kiss. He places a hand on your waist pulling you closer to him deepening the kiss.

That is when you hear a knock, disrupting the kiss. The two of you break apart from one another.

“5 minutes till show!” Richard yelled through the door.

“Fuck…” Sam sighed softly, resting his forehead against yours.

“You should probably go, don’t want to be late to the stage.” You giggled softly.

“Josh already was, what would the difference be if I was.” He laughed softly.

“The difference is he is vocals, and can at least sing off stage. Whereas you play the bass and should be on the stage already.” You shoved him lightly to get him towards the door.

“Don’t think this is over…” He rubbed your cheek softly with his thumb.

“I’ll be on the sides cheering for ya Sammy.” You blushed.

He smiled, pecking your lips softly before making way out of the room. You sighed softly, shaking your head. Did that really just happen?

You cleaned up your workstation, getting everything packed up to be set on the trucks before making way to the side stage to catch the next song after the opening.

The guys weren’t kidding when they said they liked to blow shit up. The shows were always electrifying and exciting. Keeping the fans on their toes for what was next. Sam running back and forth between keys and bass.

It was absolutely amazing to see them live their dreams, and of course you were to. When you had been asked to be a part of Greta’s team you were absolutely thrilled after seeing Josh’s looks for the Dreams In Gold tour, not only that Jenny had put in a request for you to be a part of the team. She had liked your technique in makeup.

After an exhilarating show, you make your way back to Sam’s dressing room with makeup remover and cleaning cloths to remove Sam’s makeup after his show. He always had you helping him as he claims he doesn’t really know what to use, or what skin care products to apply afterwards.

But you lately have been finding it to become an excuse for him to spend more time with you. And after what happened earlier this evening, there was no denying it now.

Sam came into the room, locking the door behind him pressing you against the counter immediately pressing his lips against yours.

You were taken back a bit, but wrapped your arms around his neck kissing him back hungrily. It was like you were both starved and deprived of one another.

Tangling your hands in his hair, you tugged slightly earning a groan from him. Letting you slip your tongue into his mouth, exploring it for a bit not until you felt Sam’s hard-on pressing against your thigh. Earning a moan from you. He was lengthy, and average in girth from what you could feel.

“Sammy…” You whisper against his lips, panting softly.

“Angel, please…” He said with honey in his voice.

“Don’t stop…” You blushed, kissing him again, as he reaches to pull your top off. Lifting it over your head, breaking the kiss just for a moment. He then returns back to kissing you, while groping your breasts with his hands.

Moaning into the kiss, you feel his dick throbbing against your thigh. He wanted this just as much as you did. You began to palm him through his pants, he bucked his hips forward from your touch. Causing you to giggle softly.

“Eager aren’t we?”

“I’ve been dreaming of this ever since that trip…” He muttered under his breath.

“Then I guess all this pent up sexual frustration will make this worth the while.” You smiled softly, as his hands wrapped around you back to unclasp your bra.

He ran his hands over your shoulder and down to your breasts again, massaging the one with his hand and taking the other into his mouth. He licked over the mound of your hardened nipple, sucking and biting softly. Earning nothing but words of pleasure from you.

“Sam…” His name falls off of your tongue like sugar.

He looks up at you with his brown eyes, pupils blown lust filled. You bite your lip from the sight, as he removes his mouth using his other hand to pinch your nipple softly.

“What baby…” He smiled softly.

“I need more…” You tilt your head back slowly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you angel…” He smiled, kissing your lips softly. Moving you towards the couch in the room.

Once the back of your knees hit the couch you, Sam stood above you smiling down at you softly.

“You better remove those pants, I don’t think you want to be questioned on how they got dirty…” You giggled softly tugging lightly at his satin pants.

“They get dry cleaned anyways…” He chuckled lightly, removing his pants, leaving him in his briefs. His cock strained against the fabric. You felt your breath hitch in your throat from the sight.

Sam knelt down in front of you, moving his hand over your center. You had soaked through your panties already, practically pooling in them. He ran his fingers across collecting some of the arousal.

“You already made such a mess… Should I help clean it up?” He looked up at you, placing his hand on the hem lining of your panties.

You nodded your head fervently, “Please…”

He smirked, pulling them off of you, putting it with the rest of the discarded clothes. He placed your legs above his shoulder’s his face coming close to your center. You could feel him breathing against your thighs, causing goosebumps to rise.

Sam began kissing the insides of your thighs, biting softly leaving marks behind. Your head lolled back, as he licked a strip up your center. Causing a whine to slip from your lips. He continued to lick slowly, and languidly.

Your hips bucked forward against his face, causing his nose to brush against your clit. Making another noise slip past your lips. He held your thighs tightly, getting to work quickly. He flicked his eyes up at you watching the faces you made as he ate you out. He slipped two fingers inside tightening around him, as you were already close to the brim of your first orgasm.

He started to pay more attention to your clit, sucking and licking it more than before. Earning pornagraphic sounds from you, trying to keep your voice to a minimum as to not alert anyone potentially walking by the room. You felt the band start to break.

The next head nuzzle Sam made, had been the pushing point of your orgasm. Spews of, Oh fuck, Sammy… leaving your lips as he calmed you from your high. Your legs tremble above his shoulders as he slips away placing them down.

He looked back up at you, your arousal covered his lips. “Come here, taste yourself.” You met his face kissing his lips roughly. He kissed you back, biting your lip softly.

“Tastes like sugar…” He smirked against your lips.

“Sit…” You stood up looking at him.

Sam nodded, taking a seat on the couch. You knelt before him pulling his boxers down his legs, throwing them with your pile of clothes. His dick sprung up, hitting his abdomen. He was painfully hard, throbbing and some pre-cum spilling from the tip.

You moved your hands up his thighs slowly, and wrapped your one hand around him pumping him slowly. His mouth agape, letting out a quiet groan. “Y/N…”

“Don’t worry Sammy, I’ll make you feel good.” You blushed softly.

He nodded his head, caressing your cheek with his hand acknowledging you to continue. And so you do, licking the tip slowly teasing him. He shuddered underneath you, giggling softly. You wrap your mouth around him, inching your way down as you take him in. Careful not to make yourself gag, he let out another groan.

You moved your hand downwards to Sam's balls, gently cupping your hand around them, moving them around in your hand. He huffed, his head rolling back.

“Fuck angel…” He closed his eyes, feeling you work on him.

You hummed as you continued to bob your head, swirling your tongue around his shaft. Earning praises from him as you continued your little moves, getting him closer to release.

That’s when he tapped your cheek with his fingers. “Not yet, I want to fuck that pretty cunt.”

You removed your mouth from him, a string of saliva as you continued to pump him with your hand. You straddle his waist lining yourself up with him.

“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.” You smiled softly at him, before sinking down on his length. Gasping as he bottoms out in you.

“Like fucking velvet…” He grunts, grabbing your waist softly.

After adjusting to his length, you started to ride him slowly. Wrapping your hands around his neck, he moved his face towards your breasts paying close attention to them as you started to gain some momentum.

He latched his mouth onto your right breast, licking and sucking on your nipple. Biting softly, earning moans from you. Starting to rotate your hips in figure eights, Sam starts to moan the vibrations against your breast making you wetter.

“Shit, Sam…”

He removed his mouth from your breast, cupping your face with his one hand. “Come on baby… I know you're close.”

You nodded, starting to bounce more on his cock. Everytime you would come down, he’d meet you with a particularly hard thrust, sending you over the moon.

Sam then held your waist tighter, picking up the pace by thrusting faster and harder into you. You pressed flush against his chest, running your hands into his hair pulling slightly as pornagraphic sounds left your mouth.

You felt yourself getting closer, and by Sam’s breathing you could tell he was near as well.

“I’m so close…” You moaned into his ear quietly.

“Let go… I'm almost there. I want to feel you all around me…” He groaned softly, rubbing circles on your clit.

Within the next minute you went into overdrive. Praises flew from your mouth as you clenched around him, seeing colors as you came. “Sam…” Your head rolled back.

“That’s it baby…” He moaned softly, within a couple more thrusts that became faltered and slow. He was spilling his release into you.

The two of you sat there on the couch, chests pressed against one another. Sweaty, and panting as you both came down from your high.

“That was…”

“Exhilarating…”

You giggled softly, kissing his cheek.

“Oh, Sam… Your makeup...” You went to move, but he kept his grip on your waist keeping you from moving.

“Sam.” You looked at him.

“Just let me stay inside a little longer. You feel like home.”

As He softens inside of you. And you can’t say no to such a pretty face, so you obliged.

With his strength, that surprised you he had stood up holding you not slipping out of you. Moving over to the chair where you had the makeup wipes and remover to clean his face.

“There, now you can take care of me.” He chuckled softly.

You blushed and started to remove the makeup off of his face while you sat there as his little cock warmer….

After cleaning him up, you moved off of him, wincing from the loss of him.

“Come on, let’s shower. I’m tired.” You motioned to him.

He stood up, following you to the shower off the right of the room. Then you heard pounding on the door.

“Next time, can you do that in the goddamn hotel!” A crew member yelled.

You and Sam looked at each other busting into fits of laughter. You blushed slightly from embarrassment.

“Well… I guess we’ll have to work on that pretty girl.” He pulled you into the bathroom, shutting the door behind the two of you, pulling you in for another kiss.

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Finished

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[zayn-210]

little black dress ~ solomon edition

fem!reader x solomon ~

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lowkey inspired by 'Midnight Rain'

“Oh, Mc! Where have you been hiding this gorgeous outfit?!” Asmo pulls out the black two-piece you’d bought a few weeks ago.

“In my closet, obviously. I’ve been waiting for the Midnights Celebration to wear it,” you explain. You were currently getting ready for said event, fussing with your hair and makeup. 

“So, which one of the several handsome men that are completely in love with you do you plan on spending tonight with?” Asmo asks. 

“Solomon,” you reply, your cheeks tinting pink. 

“I called it! Satan owes me fifty Grimm now,” Asmo cheers. 

You roll your eyes as you finish your makeup. “How do I look?” you ask hesitantly.

“Gorgeous, tbh.”

Your full attention turns to Asmo. “You did not just say “tbh” in a physical conversation.”

“I did, deal with it,” he says as he walks away.

You can’t help but laugh as you reach for the set on your bed. The black velvet was adorned with silver sparkles, and the off-the-shoulder top was one of your favorites. You dress quickly before putting on your silver pumps, bought specifically for tonight. You fuss with your hair one more time before spraying on your favorite perfume.

A few minutes later, a knock sounds on your door. "Mc, ya almost ready?" Mammon yells.

"Yeah, just a second!" You give yourself a once-over in the mirror and smile. Tonight was going to be fun.

You join the brothers in the foyer of the House of Lamentation. "So, how do I look?" you ask, doing a little spin.

"Better than me," Levi says, tugging at the collar of his tight shirt.

"Anyone looks better than you," Satan mutters.

"Stop it, both of you. Mc, you look amazing," Lucifer tells you.

"Enough gushing over how gorgeous Mc is, let's go party!" Asmo cheers, linking his arm with yours.

You all walk to the main event of the festival, which was being held at Diavolo's castle.

"Mc!" Luke runs up to you and hugs you tightly. "You look amazing!"

You laugh softly and hug him back. "Thanks, Luke, so do you."

Simeon and Lucifer start a conversation with each other as Luke drags the group of you inside to the ballroom.

The moment you walk in, your eyes start wandering the room, silently searching for Solomon.

"If you're looking for Solomon, he's right over there. He saved the table for us. Come on!" You stumble slightly as Luke pulls you over towards the large table.

"Hey, you made it!" Solomon stands up with a smile, which slowly drops as his jaw drops in awe. "Mc, wow... you look... incredible."

You smile softly at him. "Thanks, Solomon. You look pretty incredible yourself." His white suit complemented his figure perfectly.

Diavolo announces dinner, which causes almost all of the brothers to scramble for a seat. Lucifer rolls his eyes and pulls out your chair for you. "Idiots," he mumbles to you, which makes you giggle softly.

You're sat between Solomon and Luke, who insisted on sitting next to you.

As you listen to Luke gush over how excited he was about the next project for one of your shared classes, Solomon manages to slip his hand into yours, shocking you slightly.

You look over at him from the corner of your eye and see him smiling as he talks to Asmo from across the table.

The rest of the meal passed peacefully, filled with joyful conversation and chatter. Soon after plates were cleared, Diavolo opened up the dance floor.

Solomon stands, offering his hand to you as a slower love song begins to play. "May I have this dance, madam?"

A blush covers your face as you nod shyly, taking his hand. He helps you to your feet, a hand resting gently on the small of your back. He leads you to the dance floor, his hands settling on your waist. You reach up and rest your hands behind his neck.

"You look absolutely stunning tonight," Solomon tells you.

"Thank you," you whisper, blushing even harder. The two of you continue to dance, a longing look shared between you for the entire song. Once the song ends, Mammon is there to steal you away for a dance of his own. Before long, you've danced with all of the brothers, plus Barbatos, Simeon, Luke, and Diavolo.

Solomon finds you once more, his hand wrapping around your hip as you follow the crowd outside to the large balcony.

He notices your slight shiver due to the crisp night air, and he shrugs off his white suit jacket, draping it over your shoulders. Solomon smiles and pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. You wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest.

Shooting stars shaped like diamonds begin to shoot across the sky, and everyone's eyes shut as they make wishes.

"Make a wish," Solomon teases.

You roll your eyes and shut them anyway. Solomon seizes this opportunity and leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You lean into him, his arms tightening around you. The crowd around you pays no mind to the two of you as he kisses you even deeper. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," Solomon whispers once he pulls away from you.

"I've got a feeling," you reply, kissing him again.

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twenty-Four: Rick Grimes + I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

The house party celebrating Christmas had gone well enough. Somehow, you managed to convince your husband to dress up as Santa, and with that, he wore the classic red suit and that long white beard.

You had to corral your children to go to their rooms and bed. Your oldest son was already in bed by the time you managed to get up the stiars with your creaking knees. You popped open the door, his head still lying on his pillow. "Good night, baby." You whispered and kissed his forehead. Your two youngest share a room for now. Your two shining and bright daughters loved to do everything in sync with each other. "Alright, my beauties, you need to go to bed, or Santa won't be coming to our house tonight." You say as you enter a messy room. Clothes and toys are scattered across the floor. Cite little giggles could be heard from under the sheets of their beds. You kissed both of them on their forehead and turned off their light.

You were careful when going down the stairs, only to find your husband waiting for you in the kitchen, still wearing the Santa costume. "You're not changing?" You ask him, and he shakes his head, "Not yet. I know how much you spent on this costume." He says and then hands you a hot cup of cocoa. A few sinking marshmallows bob onto the top of the drink, and as you sip the hot drink, you get shivers down your back.

"Did you bring the kid's gifts up from the basement?" YOu ask Rick as you set the hot cup down on the countertop. He hums, "All in the living room waiting for us to put them under the tree." He answers you with a warm smile on his face. You now think what it will be like when your oldest is away, and your girls are in their teenage years. Will they still want to get gifts and unwrap them in front of their parents? "Where do you keep going, love?" Rick asks, clearly concerned about where you keep going in your thoughts.

"It doesn't matter, love. Let's just get to putting the gifts under the tree." You tell your husband? He looks at you, pleading with his eyes to tell you your thoughts. Rick doesn't push any further, and you walk towards your living room. Having three kids meant that the Christmas tree was always packed. You also learned that having their own piles under the tree was better than scattering presents. The first year you learned that scattering presents wouldn't work was when your son opened up a gift for you from Rick and then when your daughter opened up her older brother's boxers. That Christmas had been a disaster.

As the two, you danced around each other to make the underneath of the tree look presentable. You couldn't help but grab Rick by the arm once in a while and snag his lips for a quick kiss. "I think I really like you dressed up like this." You tease Rick with a playful wink. He rolls his eyes at your comment but doesn't hesitate to grab your waist and pull you in for a meaningful and long kiss. "Of course, you enjoy this." He says as he pulls you even closer to his chest. Your lips meld effortlessly, and Rick's plump lips taste like hot cocoa and peppermint. You drag away, "You taste like peppermint." He raises a brow and gets close to your ear. "I can taste like other things if you want me to." Rick teases as his hands glide down your side and squeeze at your hips.

The following day is spent with one, two, and three knocks at your bedroom door. "SANTA CAME!" Your daughters yell in unison. It's not till the five of you are still comfortable in your living room. Rick and you are holding a hot cup of coffee, and your son speaks up as he tears through his stocking. "Dad?" Rick hums, looking up from his cup. "I think you should know something." Even your brows knit together. "What's up?" Rick asks, not sure at all where this is going. "I guess… I should get it out. I saw mom kissing Santa." The chuckle you must hold in is hot and spring to escape your blown cheeks. "Did you? Are you sure it was Santa?" Rick asks your oldest. As you try desperately to calm the laughter in your chest.

"I'm sure dad… and he was touching mom's butt." This time, you can hold back your laughter. Rick catches you in the corner of his eye, half a smirk on his face. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" He teases you with a serious question. You shrug your shoulders. "I was… Santa needed some help." You lie, but your son drops the conversation in favor of the oven dinging with muffins being done.

Completed on: 11/30/23

Posted on: 12/24/23

The Law Tags-

The Walking Dead Master List // The Law Master List // Christmas Stories Master List

[firstclassattorney]

(ooc: so excited to write about how these sillies interact)

Klavier smiled, waving at the paparazzi shoving microphones and cameras in his face. He just wanted some damn coffee—not to be questioned relentlessly about his brother’s apparent escape or potential death. They didn’t find his body in the once-prison’s ruin, after all; the media was simply exploding with hypotheticals. The law fandom was as strong as ever, hm?

“Ah, ja, ja. Have a nice night!” He hummed absently, avoiding the increasingly personal questions—like any concerning Kristoph. Klavier pushed through the crowd, tossing his hair and smiling at cameras in an attempt to satisfy them enough to leave him alone.

It didn’t work, but he already had a feeling it wouldn’t; for all sorts of reasons, the paparazzi had been hounding him since he was 17. How different could 25 be?

He sighed once he got out, even as they followed him relentlessly. Klavier walked down the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, as a crowd—though slowly and thankfully dissipating—hovered behind him.

Then he saw his big brother down the street. Klavier’s expression faltered momentarily, scrunching in a manner that was eerily reminiscent of how his older brother’s face might. Kristoph.. fit right in with the crowd—painfully so. That in itself upset Klavier; Kristoph was never one to fit in.

Two young fräuliens were in either side of Kristoph, relatively around Trucy’s age, while a third, littler girl was wrapped up in his arms. No fucking way.

”..I suppose that’s a wrap folks, ja? Guten Abend! Have a gut night!!” Klavier said rather quickly with volume, waving and blowing farewell kisses to get his message across to the paparazzi. Exhausting.

Klavier, in a rather stylish, royal blue and hooded jumpsuit, pulled his hood over his head and slipped into the population. Ah, thank goodness for wearing his merch for once; there was always a few in a crowd that wore what he did, and Klavier used it to disappear.

He just barely brushed arms with Kristoph, whom was dressed (still nicely, but differently) in a black suit and white tie, before grabbing his older brother by the elbow. Klavier pulled Kristoph into a side alley, while the two teens, alert, followed.

Klavier didn’t pay attention to any of the children quite yet. He demanded answers, “What the Scheiße, Kris-?!”

Kristoph's face drained of color in mere seconds.

He had hoped today would be just another normal day- normal enough, at least, considering he had three kids, two of whom were probably a little crazy. But he didn’t mind; this quiet life was one he had chosen willingly. He could have harmed the girls, taken what he needed, and driven away, but he found a flicker of rationality in his heart and chose not to. Now, he had unwittingly become a father figure. The worst part? It wasn’t even half-bad. People rarely questioned whether the girls were truly his; he was so casual with them that it felt foolish to assume otherwise.

It was this newfound paternal instinct that drove him to protect the youngest first, who was in his arms. He adjusted his grip, firm yet gentle, as he was suddenly confronted by a face that filled him with both relief and dread.

A whirlwind of emotions swirled in his chest as thoughts raced through his mind. This was his brother, standing before him, semi-oblivious to the children trailing behind. Why had he chosen to confront Kristoph instead of calling the police? Perhaps he wanted to yell, to punch him for the betrayal. Kristoph wouldn’t blame him, but he knew that would terrify the kids, which might explain his hesitation. And then there was the looming question: should he prioritize saving them or himself?

But panicking wasn’t an option. He was an ex-defense attorney, an older brother, and- most importantly- a father. That responsibility extended beyond just the girls.

“Klavier,” Kristoph breathed, feigning relief, “You’re alive and well. I’ve been worried sick about you. I can’t imagine anyone else taking care of my little brother.”

He smiled cooly, his eyes darting to the girls before returning to Klavier. He needed to convince him not to call the police. Sure, he could theoretically kill him, but that felt too risky, and he wouldn't be able to for reasons he couldn't grasp.

“These are…” He hesitated. “My children. Aren’t they the cutest? Very intelligent, very lively…”

[waterfire1848]

Entrapta/hordak + 22

-📖🔭(L)

Hello @xtratooth thanks for the ask!

22. two miserable people meeting at a wedding au

Hordak sighed as he took yet another sip of his drink and leaned back in his chair. Why was he here? Seriously. Why was he at Adora and Catra's wedding? Less than ten years ago he had been trying to kill them and now they invited him to their wedding.

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"We want you to come-" Adora looked at Catra, who had a raised eyebrow, "I want you to come. It'll be good for you. You can't just hide away in your lab forever."

"I did it for decades and I was content with my life. Why should it be different now?" Hordak asked.

"No war for starters." Adora reminded him.

"He wasn't really doing much for the war anyways." Catra mumbled.

"Catra." Adora moaned, "Please."

"You can't keep me from making comments." Her fiance smirked, taking a bite of a cookie in her hands.

"I appreciate the offer, Adora, but I think it would be best if I stayed out of your wedding ceremony. I don't even know that much about them." Hordak added, but Adora refused to give up. He did have to give her credit. She was persistent. It was why she made such a good soldier. Hordak had once seen her get hit in the face with a metal pole and get rid back up.

"Which is exactly why you should come! Catra and I didn't even know what weddings were until a few months ago and now we're having one. Please, Hordak. It'll be fine, I promise." Hordak growled a little as his ears pinned down. Behind Adora, he could see Catra's ears pinned down as well, clearly against this idea. Adora's blue eyes continued to stare right through him though. Was this a power of First Ones? Being able to make people do what they wanted with a simple stare?

"Fine. I'll go."

"Yes! Thank you! You'll see! It'll be fun!"

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Hordak would not describe tonight as fun.

The only people who spoke to him were clones that had been invited to the ceremony and party as well. Everyone else avoided him like a sickness. Not that he could blame them. When you tried to take over the planet and murdered hundreds of people, it was very hard to make friends. The only reason he wasn't dead in a grave someone was-

Entrapta.

She was here.

She was sitting at a nearby table. Her long purple hair hanging in it's typical fashion. She was wearing her traditional clothes, except these had no stains on them, but she looked upset. Hordak hadn't seen too much of her recently as she had been needed by her people in Dryl. Honestly, he sometimes forgot she was a princess with people of her own that she was responsible for.

"May I sit?" Hordak asked.

"Of course!" Entrapta chirped, instantly perking up, "I didn't see you at the ceremony. Did you just come?"

"No. I just wanted to keep myself hidden. For everyone's sake." Mostly for Adora's though. She had been one of the few people who actually gave her a chance after everything he did. Having She Ra behind him really did help his case in many instances. Adora and him, both being aliens from other worlds, spent many days bonding over that. Hordak told her as much as he could about the First One's and Adora clung to his every word.

She had done so much for him. He didn't want to be the reason her wedding went wrong.

Entrapta nodded, "Understandable."

"Why do you seem so upset?" Hordak asked.

"Catra and Adora took all my equipment for tracking this social experiment. They even took my notepad." Entrapta put her mask down over her face. At least they let her wear her regular clothes and a mask. Neither woman seemed to have any want to force Entrapta into a dress or suit when she was incredibly uncomfortable in clothing that wasn't her regular clothes.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do?" Hordak asked.

"Do you have tech?" Entrapta asked.

"None to spare I'm afraid." Hordak clicked the metal on his outfit, one Entrapta had made to help him stand out from the other clones, with his claw.

"Brother!" Another voice yelled.

Hordak looked up to see Wrong Hordak, why he kept that name Hordak would never know, walked over to him, "It is so good to see you! Did you enjoy the ceremony?"

"I did. It was quiet beautiful." Hordak said.

"It really was. I wish I knew more about these Etherian celebrations though?" Wrong Hordak said.

"What do you mean?" Hordak asked.

"In most of the plants Horde Prime took us to, the point of festivals like this was for the couple to share their love and announce it to the world but also to ensure that they would have children and continue both their bloodline and add to the population." Ohhhhhhh. Hordak could already see where this was going, "I congratulated both Adora and Catra on their celebration of love but when I wished them many children they ran away."

“Yes. That is generally something people don’t say to a couple.” Hordak winced.

“Queen Glimmer explained that to me. After I apologized to Adora and Catra, Catra they showed me a new game to play to help me have fun.” Hordak instantly narrowed his eyes. Catra showed him a game?

“What game?” Hordak asked.

“You look at people around you, make a prediction about what will happened and, if it does, take a drink of this beverage she gave me.” Wrong Hordak explained.

“Oh. Wrong Hordak that’s-“

Entrapta was cut off by Wrong Hordak’s smile, “I’ve never had more fun!” He walked off leaving Hordak and Entrapta to share a concerned look.

“He’ll be fine. Clone bodies can handle a good amount of alcohol before becoming intoxicated.” Hordak explained. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head, “However, I think I do have a way now for you to do your experiment even without tech and a notepad."

"Tell me!" Entrapta yelled, using her hair to hold herself up.

“We do what Wrong Hordak is doing.” Hordak explained.

“I don’t want to drink. Alcohol is…” Entrapta just shook, “No. I’m just drinking my fizzy beverages.”

"We wouldn’t drink. We would simply have a competition between the two of us. We’d make predictions about what we think people will do and see how they will react during the party. The one who guesses right the most will get to use the new First Ones tech Adora discovered on her latest mission.” Entrapta’s eyes lit up.

“Let’s do it!” She grinned.

The two began to go around the party, looking at the guests carefully and trying to see if they could pick up a pattern. The two were pretty evenly matched in this respect. While Hordak had been on the planet longer than Entrapta, he hardly left his lab in years and was rusty with interactions with other people. Entrapta, while having been forced to be around some people, simply wasn't good with people. It's why she stuck so close to technology.

After making a couple rounds around the party, the two returned to their table and compared their findings.

"I believe that Scorpia will ask Perfuma for a dance and knock someone out with her tail." Entrapta told him.

"Indicate your reasoning." Hordak said.

"I saw her watching other couples dance but she and Perfuma weren't because Perfuma was speaking with Bow. I also saw her drinking with Catra. I think that, combined with her nervousness, will cause her to paralyze someone on accident." Entrapta predicted.

"Impressive. I believe that Catra will hiss at at least one guest." Hordak said.

"Too broad. You have to make a more specific prediction." Entrapta created a hand out of her hair and pointed at him.

"Very well. She'll hiss at one of the clones." Hordak specified, "Catra has a history of hissing and using her claws when she gets nervous. While this is a happy day for her, I can tell by her tail movements that she's also incredibly nervous. Queen Glimmer and Adora won't stand for her hissing at one of their friends or a citizens, but the clones are still not viewed as full citizens by everyone on Etheria meaning Catra will most likely take her nerves out on one of them." He calmly explained.

"Ohhhh. Good catch with the tail movements." Entrapta created a seat for herself with her hair while Hordak simply leaned back in his chair.

The two watched the celebration continue to unfold until they were disrupted by the sound of a yell. They looked to the dance floor where, sure enough, Scorpia was apologizing over and over to some poor dancer she had hit. Entrapta looked at Hordak with a wide grin while Hordak deflated upon seeing Adora place a hand on Catra's shoulder before she could take her nerves out on a clone that had walked into her.

"I forgot to take Adora calming her down into account." Hordak said.

"One point for me! Let's do another one!" Hordak chuckled lightly upon seeing how happy Entrapta was.

The two continued throughout the night to make predictions and see if they could put their previous studying of social experiments to use. Eventually, the party began to wind down, leaving Hordak and Entrapta as the last ones to leave.

"Entrapta." Hordak whispered, "Entrapta, it's time for us to leave." Finally getting a good look at her, Hordak could see that Entrapta was asleep with her head against his shoulder. Smiling, Hordak took the princess in his arms and brought her to Bright Moon castle where the guards took him to a spare bedroom to use.

"Goodnight, Entrapta. Thank you for a great evening." Hordak was about to turn and leave but Entrapta grabbed him by the waist with her hair. It seemed her hair had a mind of it's own because it acted without Entrapta even waking up, dragging him back to the bed, "Alright. Alright." Hordak's words seemed to calm the hair enough to let him go.

The former leader of the Evil Horde climbed into bed with the scientist and got under the covers. Once again, Entrapta's hair worked it's magic and brought him closer to her until they were only an inch or two away. The hair refused to let go until Hordak was holding Entrapta. His eyes grew heavy watching the princess sleep until they closed, leaving him and Entrapta fast asleep inches apart from one another.

[thatonewriter77]

Forbidden Flame

AN: Hello this is the first chapter of the book I'm writing, it is not proof read. And if you find any errors please let me know enjoy!!

Chapter one: Rose Valentini

I hate the life I was born into. I hate the violence, the blood, the death, and the pain I had to deal with in my life. I hate that I'm alive. Sometimes, getting out of bed is hard. Sometimes you get stuck in a life you don't wanna leave. Sometimes, all you wanna do is die. Someti-My thoughts get cut off by my brother walking in, telling me I need to get down for another meeting. I hated meetings it's just our family going through ways to kill the Lombardis and the russos. My father is a man of firm convictions, and he deeply believes in revenge. Thirty years ago, Mark Russo set my grandfather's house on fire after a dispute with my fathers sister, lilliana The fire took the life of my great uncle Tony, and ever since that day, my father has had a fierce quarrel with the Russos. To him, it's about protecting the family name and defending our honor. But at what cost? I never dared to question him, for I was too scared to voice my disagreement. I looked up at my brother, Dante. As much as I wanted to fight against him, I didn't instead quietly asking "Did something happen?" Dante sighed and looked at me. "I... it's complicated. Just come on. " I can tell by the sound of his voice that this was serious. I looked at him in worry as I slowly started to panic. What could've happened? Is Father okay? Did someone get hurt? Did the russos attack again? Or maybe the Lombardis? Maybe it was a different group altogether?. My thoughts rushed as I felt my heart race in my chest. I got up quickly, getting lightheaded from the change. I followed him to the living room where my father, aunt, and a few of our important men were already waiting. They sat around the table. My father is in a suit, his usual outfit. He had black hair, some of it turning Grey. My aunt had long beautiful brown hair and wear a dress that hugged her curves perfectly. The men were suits, as well as my brother. The people looked upset, and anxiety rushed through me. I went to the table and sat next to my brother quietly, waiting for someone to tell me what had happened. I looked at my dad with worry when he finally spoke, "the russos attacked." I stayed quiet, but inside anxiety was killing me. "We lost over half our men and most of our land," his husky voice stated. "We have no allies, barely any men, no property." I looked down at my feet. We have nobody. We are set up for death. My mind racked for answers. "What about the Lombardis?" I spoke up. Everyone stared at me in surprise. "They hate the russos, too! We can team up, and" I was cut off by my father,"Rose Valentini, how could you even suggest that! Go to your room, " he yelled."I'm 19! You can't just -" I heard a loud clap before feeling the pain of him smacking me, but once I did, it was sharp."Room, now, " he warned, and I nodded, leaving the room. Knowing I fucked up. I walked back upstairs. My eyes watered at the pain of the smack, leaving my face red. I sat on my bed. My room was nice and plain, similar to a hotel room with a few more pictures and a book shelf. I grabbed a cigarette and lit it. Smoking became a habit of mine at 14 it helped numb the pain of my mom dying. I've tried to quit a few times knowing it wasn't good for me, and I was a week clean. But with all the stress of our men dying, I needed to smoke. I held the cigarette up to my lips, breathing it in. God this is gonna be a long day.

[specialagentlokitty]

Amy Santiago x Male!reader - absolutely perfect

Could I request an Amy Santiago x brother reader who wears dresses, and her being protective and supportive of the reader, please? - Anon💜

Looking at the rows of dresses, you turned to look at your older sister who was doing the same thing.

“Blue or red?” You asked.

Amy turned around, walking over she picked up a blue dress and held it looking at it, and she did the same with the red dress.

“Both are your colour. Maybe try them on?” She offered.

“Alright, I’ll be right back.”

You wondered to the dressing rooms and she stood waiting, picking out a few more dresses she thought you might like.

You quickly changed, putting on the red dress you put it on, admiring how it fit your figure and you nodded, stepping out.

Amy gawked at you.

“What? Does it look bad?”

“I can’t believe my brother looks better in a dress than me!” She pouted.

You snickered a little, giving her a little twirl so she could fully see the dress.

It came just above your knees, and it fit you perfectly and she looked at you.

“That’s definitely a buy.” She said.

“Well I’m glad you approve.”

You walked back to the changing rooms, changing into the blue one and you stepped out at the same time as a woman.

She gasped as she looked at you.

“Security!” She yelled.

You looked at her confused, as did Amy and a clerk nearby came over.

“Is there a problem ma’am?” She asked.

“There’s a man in here!” She screamed.

“Yes, he’s trying on dresses, just like you.” The clerk replied.

The woman stomped her foot, crossing her arms.

“This is a female store! Men shouldn’t be in here and they certainly shouldn’t be wearing those dresses!”

“Excuse me?” You scoffed.

She spun to face you.

“You heard me. You’re a man. You should be working. Not in here wearing dresses.”

You went to reply but Amy held her hand up and stood in front of you, and you looked down at her.

“My brother has a right to wear whatever he wants. If he wants to wear suits, he can. If he wants to wear dresses he can.”

“No he cannot! It’s not normal!”

“And it’s not illegal!” Amy snapped.

“How would you know?! Someone call the police!”

Amy reached into her pocket, pulling out s badge she flashed it with a fake smile on her face.

“I am the police. And I know there is nothing wrong with what’s going on here. These changing rooms and for both men and woman. This is not a woman’s store, they sell men’s clothes too. So, therefore, no laws are broken.”

The woman turned to the clerk who was talking to her manager and to the security guard.

“You seriously can’t be okay with this!”

“Actually, I am. He comes here every month with his sister to buy a new dress. He’s a regular customer, and no one has any issues with it, so you can kindly leave.”

The woman started screaming and shouting and Amy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose she called Jake and Holt to come and handle the situation.

Amy turned to look at you, looking at the dress she shook her head.

“That’s not the one, maybe white?”

The manager handed you a white dress and you changed into it.

Walking out, you saw the woman go to hit Amy so you walked over and stood in front of her. Arms crossed over your chest as you looked at the woman who backed away.

“I suggest you back away now.”

“You’re not normal!”

Amy pushed past you again.

“He is normal! He likes dresses, so what?! Men can like dresses and flowers and chocolates and sappy crappy romance films and men can cry and get upset and feel hurt, there’s nothing wrong it it! So shut up because you’re under arrest!”

Any began reading the woman her rights and the security guard cuffed her and put her on the bench at the end of the changing room.

Amy walked back over and gave you a soft smile.

“You okay?” She asked.

“I’m fine, thanks Amy.” You smiled.

She beamed at you and took a step back, looking at the dress she looked to the guard and the manager.

“This is definitely the dress.” She said.

They all agreed and you beamed. Checking yourself out in the mirror to admire how the dress looked and it was absolutely perfect

[chaggie-supporter]

Sunday special:

○|PT.5: OVERLORD|○

When I came down this morning, Angel was back, except he looked even more pissed off at Pentious. So I decided to check what was going on.

"Hey Angel, you alright? What happened?"

"No, I'm not. Last night, I caught that slippery twerp placing cameras for Vox all around the hotel."

Vox again! Who is he, and what does he want with the hotel?

"So why is Pentious still here if he did that?" I ask.

"Because little miss sunshine and rainbows came down the stairs to see us fighting it out, and she sang a damn song with him! Now there are besties!" He says with an eye roll. Why would she do that? He was literally being a spy!

"Oh great. I knew there was something up with him."

"Same, honestly." Angel responds. "Anyways, how wad your night, sweet cheeks?"

Right. Just when I thought he was being normal. I'll have to get used to it, I guess.

Just then Alastor walks into the lobby with a group of suit and top hat wearing eggs, (which I can now assume are egg bois) and announces he will be leaving for a short while, as he has an outing planned for the day. I walk up to him as he's leaving and ask, "Hey, Alastor, can I tag along? I don't want to sit here the rest of the day."

"Why, of course, my dear! Just dont be any trouble now, ha ha ha!" He says, holding the door open for me to step out. He comes out after me, and we begin to walk back in the direction of the clocktower, which now reads '111'.

We walk in silence for a short while before I break it.

"So, do you know who Vox is?" His eyes narrow in what seems like.. annoyance? Though, it's hard to tell.

"Ah, that frivolous television. Yes, I do know who Vox is. Why do you ask?" He responds.

"Well, I've just heard his name a few times, and I wondered if he had any relevance to the hotel? Angel said he had seen Pentious placing cameras around for him."

He stays silent for a moment, though I can hear pretty loud radio static.

"That stupid rectangle of disappointment and misery actually has quite the obsession with me for some weird reason. He has zero relevance to me or the hotel."

I think it's about time to change topics. He seems angry.

"And what about those.. eggs? What are they?" I gesture to the group of eggs behind us.

"Oh, these? These, I believe, are our serpentine friend's minions that our one-eyed body guard has asked me to dispose of." I'm about to ask more when a tall black figure appears in front of us.

"Hark,

Alastor. How art thou?"

Woah. This thing is about eleven foot tall and dressed in all black, with four eyes. He reminds me of a spider.

"Who's this boss? Want me to rough him up for ya?" One of the eggs say.

"Follow in silence, if you value your shell." Alastor says to it before turning back to the spider. "Greetings, Zestial!" Zestial? Weird name. I hear a demon yell in fear behind us at the sight of him. Why are they scared if him?

"Ah, the weather doth become this fine day, but bid me, who is this companion with thee?" He says, looking at me.

"Ah yes, this is a dear friend of mine, Alex."

'Dear friend?' I haven't even known him for a week.

"Hello" I say. He looks confused. "Uhhh hello.. why doth thee not feareth me?" Zestial asks. Should I be scared of him?

"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are. Should I be scared of you?" I ask.

"Well, indeed. Most cowar in my presence. I am the great Zestial Morde, oldest of overlords." What's an overlord? "Nice to meet you."

"Indeed, but thy lack of feareth doest make me wonder, why art thee in hell?"

I pause for a moment. Should I tell people why I think I'm in hell? But then again, I'm probably not going to meet this guy again..

"I killed my brother and sister. Then my dad killed me." I blurt out.

"..Intruiging." He says, slightly surprised. Why is he surprised? There's surely been worse in hell.

"Right. Okay, well Alex, it has been a pleasure, but I'm afraid I have to leave you here. The rest of my outing is quite confidential." Alastor says, before walking off with Zestial.

"Alright, see you then.." I say as he walks off with Zestial and the eggs. Wow. Just leave me on the side of the road like that. Nonetheless, I walk back the same route we came.

When I return to the hotel, I notice everyone is gone. Where'd they go? I take a seat on the couch and just wait for what feels like hours, when finally everyone returns, except Vaggie. Everyone is happy and laughing, except Charlie, who seems upset. Everyone comes and sit on the couches, except Charlie who went upstairs.

They all seem to be talking about some sort of fight. Wait, fight?! How come the one day I leave them they get into a fight? I wanna fight!

After a while of listening, I glance up to see both Charlie and Vaggie looking at everyone from an inside balcony. How did she get back in? Soon enough, Alastor also rejoins us, the eggs still trailing behind him.

"Alastor. Failed to get rid of the eggs I see?" Vaggie calls down to him.

"Yes well the little things prive to be quite useful." He calls back. Then, Pentious's face lights up with pure joy when she tells Alastor to return them to him. He scoops them all into a hug, before ordering them to clean his 'quarters'.

The rest of the night was honestly brilliant. Everyone sat up talking, drinking and playing card games into the early hours of morning. It felt like one big family. At around 3 AM, everyone retreated to their rooms to catch some sleep. I enter my room and get into the bed, but thoughts still circle in my mind. I think about what Alastor said about Vox. How pentious was trying to sly for him, how he seems to have an obsession with alastor. Why?

I don't get to sleep until about 5 AM, as my thoughts wouldn't quiet. But eventually exhaustion won, and I fell into a sleep

[pentagonieslut]

다크비 (DKB) as step brothers!!

heechanxreader, stepbrother!heechan, stepsister!reader, biker!reader, emo?!heechan

— gona realized she never posted her step sibling trope as usual because she’s slow. so the anon who requested it, i hope you haven’t left and enjoy the rest! PS. yangstar moodboard at the end !! 🫶🏾

— chase atlantic caused me to write and stop myself from making a whole movie.. 🫢🤭

heechan knew what he was doing when he started walking around wearing black tanks and chain jewelry with green contacts and the red eyeshadow. he had to. there was no way he was actually faking his innocence.

every time he walked past you he smiled slightly and just said “chase atlantic.” and it irritated you. he knew you more than you knew yourself.

he knew that you were secretly an alt girl who was a freak. he also knew that you would do anything to have one of your fantasies of being fucked to chase atlantic like every other normal girl does. i mean who wouldn’t want to be getting rammed to ‘okay’?

so when he had the boys over, you dressed the same exact way you knew liked his girls. as a biker. but little did he know that it was actually a hobby of yours.

so when he was in the living room gaming with his friends, you had walked in with your biking suit zipped down and the arms tied around your waist with only the yellow sports bra as your inner shirt. you had walked in front of the tv and bent in front of them, pretending to look for the keys to the house and your bike.

“yangie, have you seen my keys?” you asked as all six pairs of eyes looked at you and froze. you smiled on the inside as you heard the quiet ‘damn’ leave everyone’s mouths. “yangie? please answer me. i promised i would attend the testing today. i’m the sub mechanic for the day.” you had said as keita snapped out of it and smiled.

“do you remember where you put it?” keita asked as you shook your head. everyone slowly came back to their senses as you continued talking. “no, i could’ve sworn i had them in my bag yesterday. it’s the house key and my bike key.” you had said as heechan blinked. “heechan?” you had spoke as he looked at you. “huh? no, i haven’t seen them.”

that’s when you heard a rock thrown at your window and a voice yell. it was eunil’s girlfriend and dongil’s girlfriend. “hey, come on! we’re going to be late and i’m not going to miss the chance to watch sunwoo and yoonwoo race!” you heard dongil’s girlfriend yell through your window as you laughed and stood up.

the male’s heads all followed you as you continued to pretend to search and eventually pull them out of the cabinet from the island. “i’ll be back late, don’t wait up. any of you. all of your girlfriends will be at the biking event too. don’t expect them to come home and dote on you either. bye!” you said quickly as you grabbed your bag and exited the house, getting your helmet on as you got on your bike and eventually sped off.

“your step sister looked so hot..i mean that was a revealing outfit. are you going to be okay?” junhyung asked as heechan nodded his head numbly. “shouldn’t you be worried about your girlfriends if my sister is with them?” heechan asked as they all shrugged.

as it was late night and the boys were waiting for you to return with the love of their lives, you busted through door and spoke loudly. “helloo! your girlfriends are back in one piece, currently crushing and fangirling. in other words i think it’s best you all leave now before you have angry sex on my couch.” you said as it caused everyone to immediately get up as they saw the damage that had occurred during the biking event and the drunk females were busy trying to strip in the middle of the street.

as they left and it was just you and heechan, you two looked at each other from across the room. you weren’t going to give in to his emo look no matter what.

you thought it was silent for a while until you blinked and you were trapped between the counter and his body.

“say it again.” he commanded in a low voice as you blinked and looked up at him. it took a second before you realized what you had unconsciously said to him.

“you’re fucking hot dressed like this and manspreading.” he smiled a smile you couldn’t read and he pressed his body against yours. “that’s what i thought.”

he didn’t move until you felt his face in your neck. “you got me when you were looking for your keys the way you were dressed and in front of my friends too. that was fucking hot.” he said as you smiled and placed a hand on his neck, squeezing it.

“i knew the rat bitch liked it.” you said with a grin as his eyes changed and an angry expression grew on his face, making you grin in delight. “what? going to make me take back my words?” you said cockily as heechan smirked.

“damn straight i will.” he said as he ripped your suit off your body in a flash, licking his lips hungrily.