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NAYEON ཐིཋྀ NA C VERSION SCAN

[cosmopretty]

Drunk In Love

Paige Bueckers x Fem smut

Synopsis: You’ve known Paige since you started going to UConn, her taking you under her wing. She’s always had a thing for you, and she finnally built up the courage to do what she’s always wanted to do.

Chilling on Azzi’s bed, the both of you laying down watching some TV show together relaxing. Azzi looks at you and nudges you with her arm “So any new boys or girls?” she not so suspiciously asks you, due to Paige’s request. Poor Azzi had to listen to Paige talk about you all day long, and she was sick of it so she put together a plan to get you both together.

“No Azzi you would be the first person I would tell if someone asked me out” You tell her looking away from the screen to look back at her. You squint your eyes at her “Wait what do you know?” you ask her smiling shaking her shoulders. Azzi gets up “Nothing I know nothing but the team is going out tonight and you’re coming” she states while looking through her closet to find an outfit to wear.

It’s not that you didn���t want to go out tonight it’s just harder for you to pretend you didn’t fall for your friend, Paige when you were under the influence. Azzi snaps you out of your thoughts “Which pants? These or those? With this top” she asks holding up two pairs of jeans and a crop top. You get up and point at the dark blue wash jeans “Those will look cute now Ima go to my dorm and get ready. See you later Az” you wave to the girl while grabbing your stuff and walking out the door. While you leave you hear her yell behind you “WERE MEETING AT PAIGES AT TEN”

After you’re done getting ready, in a short black denim jean skirt with a tight long tube top that showed off your belly button piercing. Not wanting to put on a lot of makeup only having mascara and gloss on. Sliding on a pair of black kitten heels you walk out of your dorm down the hall just too see all the girls down the hall. You jog up to them all “Sorry I’m late” you say sheepishly to everyone not to discreetly looking around for Paige.

Azzi looks you up and down “You look gorgeous boo” she says causing Paige to turn around and look at you. She stops and stares at you before Azzi elbows her raising her brows at the girl before rolling her eyes and walking away. Paige looks down at you “You really do look beautiful you always do” she tells you grabbing your waist and leading you out the door with everyone else.

Today Paige promised herself she would actually tell you how she felt about you and show you. The both of you hop in the back of Ice’s car, you stuck in the middle of Paige and Nika. The blondes hand stays on your thigh the whole drive to the bar, her thumb moving back and forth on your inner thigh slightly.

Once you get to the bar, Paige opens the door for you again wrapping her arm around you. The both of you were always touchy with one another so you paid no mind to what she was doing to you, besides the butterflies that erupted in your stomach from the way she was holding you. Walking inside the bar you all find a table before going up to the bar with Nika and Azzi. Paige sits down with KK and Ice talking to Ice’s livestream.

The three of you at the bar order a round of shots, you holding it up and click them together “Cheers” you all at once before downing the shots. You shake your head at the sting of the liquor in your throat before Nika grabs you pulling you to the dance floor. The both of you play around the music dancing with one another.

Paige watches you both jealous that she wasn’t the one with her hands on your hips, your body on hers. She sips her drink slowly starting to feel the effects of alcohol in her veins. Azzi follows Paige’s eye line to see you dancing with Nika, Azzi slaps Paige’s shoulder “Jesus girl go get her before someone else does stop being a pussy Paige” Azzi tells her rolling her eyes.

“I’m not a pussy” Paige’s defends herself before finishing her drink and wiping her mouth. Azzi smirks “Oh yeah go prove it” she says knowing Paige’s competitive nature wouldn’t let her back down.

The blonde gets up walking to the dance floor before grabbing your arm pulling you into her chest. You look up at her through your lashes “Hi Paige” you smile confused on what she wanted. She licks her lip brushing your hair from your face “Hi” she whispers before grabbing your handing interlocking your fingers with hers leading you out of the bar confused.

You follow her lead intrigued on what she wanted right now. She looks at you before opening the door to Azzi’s car for you “Where are we going?” you ask Paige not wanting to get in just yet. She freezes and turns around “Back to my dorm we have to talk” she states helping you in the car before closing the door and getting into the drivers seat. She drives you both back to the dorm not saying a word to you only having her hand on your thigh.

Once getting inside the dorm you sit on her bed confused “Paige what’s got you so stressed?” you ask her watching as she paces back and forth in front of you. She stops at your words and walks in between your legs looking down at you. She bites her lip and before you can utter another work she kisses you her big hands gabbing both your cheeks. You gasp into the kiss giving her an invitation to slide her tongue with yours. She pushed you down on the bed, climbing on top of you not breaking the kiss in between you both.

Her lungs beg for air as she pulls away from your lips an embarrassing string of spit between you both. You look up at her breathing heavily “What was that for?” you ask her scared of what her next words may be. Paige looks up from your lips into your eyes her hand holding your cheek, rubbing your thumb “I like you baby isn’t that obvious?” she asks cocky. Your face gets hot as your blush “Really?” you ask quietly looking up at her.

Nodding her head Paige looks at your lips once more an idea coming to her head “Let me prove it to you” she states before kissing you once more her hands finding there way under your shirt rubbing your waist. Paige’s eyes twinkled and she pushed you back into the bed gently.

She sat on the bed and waited until you were comfortable before pulling your pants and panties off leaving bare before her.

“so pretty, mama, so pretty” she mumbled against your collarbone, slowly pulling down the straps of your shirt.

Her lips press to your jawline softly, leaving opened mouth kisses down your neck. She was going so slow to savior every part of this with you.

You whine when she starts sucking on the sweet spot on your neck. She pulls away and kisses the purple mark she left on you “I know baby I know”

She parted your legs running her finger between your folds. You whined again at the contact, no doubt you were dripping already. You watched her carefully leaning on your elbows watching as Paige moves back on the bed laying on her stomach her face right above your core. She blows on your clit causing your hips to jolt up “Come on P stop teasing please please-“

She silenced you with a hard brush against your clit and you moan so loud you swore the people outside could hear.

Paige swore under her breath at the feeling of your warm folds enveloping her fingertips, she never imagined how good this could possibly feel. She drew slow circles around your clit, eyes trained on your face to see your reactions.

Your core tightens and you grab Paige’s head making her look up at you “Please need more please” you beg her out of breath. She nods and moves her big hands to spread your thighs wider and she licks a stripe up your folds before one of her hands move down her two finger prodding at your hole. She looks up at you her big blue eyes staring into you, you nod at her and she slides her two fingers into you slowly.

You moan at the stretch inside of you Paige moves down and presses a soft kiss onto the puffy bud before wrapping her lips around your clit sucking slowly as her fingers move in and out of you. Your free hand moves up to hold onto the bed frame as your stomach tightens.

You moan as Paige shoves her fingers deeper inside you curling them slightly hitting your g spot. She bites your clit softly before pulling away and leaning up climbing on top of you. She grips your chin and pulling you into a kiss as her fingers move in and out of you speeding up.

Paige feels you squeezing around her fingers as she pulls away from your mouth. She kisses down your neck moving her mouth to your chest. Her mouth wraps around nipple sucking slightly while her other hand toys with the other one.

You moan breathlessly “gonna- fuck P” you make out not trusting your words any more. Paige pulls away from your chest and moves her hand back down to your clit.

"I know, honey. give it to me." she says, pinching your clit and quickening the speed of her hips. You groan her name, your clit becoming more sensitive the closer and closer you get to your high.

When your high comes you moan her name your legs twitching as Paige moves her fingers slower fucking you through your high.

“There you go baby good girl” she coos in your ear slowly pulling her fingers out of you. Your out of breath looking up at her as she smiles at you. Paige gets up going into the bathroom after kissing you and grabbing a wet cloth before coming back.

She cleans you up quietly before helping you sit up on her bed, she pulls one of her shirts onto your body before laying you back down moving next to you.

Your head rests on her chest and you focus on her heartbeat as her hand runs up and down your back. Paige kisses your head “That was amazing” she whispers as you move around so your chin lays on her chest so you can look at her.

“Yeah no one’s ever made me feel like that before Paige” you admit to her moving your hand to cup her cheek your thumb rubbing across her features. She looks into your eyes and smiles at you “Your mine now ma I’m not letting you go ever” she states to you.

You tilt your head at her “Oh I’m yours now?” you ask her moving up and planting a kiss on her cheek. She nods “Oh yeah all mine and I’m yours baby” she tells you pulling you down onto her lips giving you a passionate kiss showing all her love to you.

[girl-next-door-writes]

Wrapped In You

Characters: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: Snowy Hawkins sets the stage for Eddie and his best friend’s Christmas Eve adventure, leading to heartfelt confessions.

Word Count: 1369 words

Prompts: Best friends to lovers. Wearing their clothes.

A/N: This one is for the brilliant @saramelaniemoon and I can honestly say Eddie has been such fun to write.

Snow coated the small town of Hawkins like powdered sugar, the streets lined with twinkling lights and festive wreaths. Christmas was in full swing, and Eddie Munson had somehow convinced you to help him pick out the "perfectly imperfect" Christmas tree for his uncle’s trailer. You’d been best friends for years, ever since Eddie decided you weren’t like the others who shunned him for his love of all things metal and his disdain for conformity. Now, here you were, bundled up in Eddie’s worn denim jacket with the furry lining, trudging through the snow at Hawkins' only Christmas tree lot, which was somehow still open on Christmas Eve.

The air smelled of pine and sap, a mix of freshly cut trees and the faint burn of a fire pit at the lot’s edge. The snow crunched rhythmically under your boots as you stepped around crooked rows of evergreens, each one dusted with sparkling frost under the glow of the overhead lights.

“Eddie,” you called out, your breath puffing like smoke in the crisp winter air. “I can’t feel my toes. Can we please pick a tree that isn’t taller than the trailer?”

Eddie turned around, his unruly curls poking out from beneath a Santa hat he’d adorned just for the occasion. “Sweetheart,” he drawled, dragging the word out like he was savoring it. “You can’t rush art. The Munson Christmas tree must be chosen, not settled for.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. Eddie Munson was a force of nature, even in the dead of winter, and the warmth in your chest had nothing to do with the jacket you were wearing. You stuffed your gloved hands into the too-big pockets, the frayed lining a reminder that this was Eddie’s favourite jacket.

The fact that he’d handed it over without hesitation earlier, when you’d started shivering, made it even harder to ignore the growing ache in your chest—the one that screamed you were hopelessly in love with your best friend.

Eddie let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head like a disappointed artist. “Fine,” he said, pointing to a tree so lopsided it looked like it had been in a bar fight. “This one speaks to me.”

You laughed, a sound that melted into the winter air, and for a second, the cold didn’t matter at all.

“Oh! Or maybe this one!” He pointed out a tree that looked even more dilapidated than the last.

After much debate and a lot of teasing, Eddie finally found “the one”—a small pine tree that was more branches than needles.

“Perfect,” you say, rolling your eyes as he gesturing dramatically like a proud artist unveiling his masterpiece.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he replied with a wink, hoisting the tree onto his shoulder with ease.

Back at Eddie’s trailer, you helped him wrestle the tree into the corner of the living room. Wayne was at work, and Eddie had insisted that tonight was “tree night.” It didn’t matter that the two of you were the only ones decorating.

The heater in the corner of the room hummed loudly, fighting off the December chill that seeped through the thin trailer walls. The faint scent of pine mingled with Eddie’s cologne and the unmistakable aroma of old, second-hand furniture. Eddie put on his favourite Christmas album—a rock-infused holiday record you were sure Wayne would grumble about later—and started untangling the multicoloured lights.

“Here, hold this,” Eddie said, thrusting a tangle of lights into your arms with the enthusiasm of someone handing off a live grenade.

You helped him drape the tree in mismatched ornaments, some homemade and others clearly rescued from thrift store bins. Eddie held up a tattered angel with one bent wing, his face alight with mischief.

“Think we can fix her?” he asked.

You grinned, your fingers brushing the delicate figure. “She’s perfect just the way she is.”

Eddie’s gaze lingered on you a moment too long, his brown eyes catching the soft glow of the Christmas lights. For a heartbeat, the only sound was the hum of the heater and the distant croon of a holiday ballad on the stereo. Then he cleared his throat and climbed onto the couch to place the angel atop the tree.

He perched her in place with exaggerated care, as if she might fall apart in his hands. For a moment, you thought about how fitting she was: a little worse for wear but still shining, still loved.

When Eddie hopped back down, his shoulder brushed yours, lingering just a second longer than it needed to. You smiled at him, but he was already untangling another strand of lights, the moment slipping through your fingers like smoke.

Hours later, you found yourself on Eddie’s couch, wrapped in a scratchy but warm blanket while a cheesy Christmas movie flickered on the TV. The heater hummed softly in the corner, filling the trailer with an uneven warmth, and the faint scent of pine from the tree mixed with the sharper tang of Eddie’s cologne. Eddie was sprawled out next to you, his legs stretched across the cushions, one arm draped over the back of the couch like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Admit it,” he said, nudging your shoulder with his own. “This is the best Christmas Eve you’ve ever had.”

You laughed, leaning your head against the back of the couch. “It’s up there. You make things… fun.”

Eddie’s expression softened, and the teasing glint in his eyes faded into something quieter, more sincere. “You’re the fun one,” he said. “I’m just the weirdo who drags you into my ridiculous schemes.”

“Eddie,” you said, shaking your head. “You’re not a weirdo.”

He smirked, his dimples flashing. “You say that like being weird’s a bad thing.”

You huffed a laugh, but your heart was racing now. His gaze was intense, locking on yours like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

“I mean it,” he said, his voice low and steady. “You make everything better. You always have.”

“Eddie…” Your throat tightened, the weight of his words wrapping around you like the blanket. You weren’t sure if it was the heat of his confession or the way he was looking at you—like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

He leaned closer, his curls brushing against your cheek. “I’m serious. You’re the best part of my life, and I’ve been trying to tell you that for years, but I’m a coward.”

Your breath caught. “You’re not a coward.”

“I am when it comes to you,” he admitted, his voice cracking just slightly. “You’re my best friend, but… I want more. I’ve wanted more since the day you sat in Garreth’s garage for hours, fixing my amp after that disaster of a gig. You didn’t even complain once—just sat there, rolling your eyes at every bad riff I played.”

You blinked, your heart hammering in your chest. The crackle of the TV, the hum of the Christmas lights—everything else faded, leaving just Eddie and the raw vulnerability in his eyes.

“I want you too,” you whispered, the words trembling on your lips.

Eddie’s face broke into a grin, the kind of smile that could light up even the darkest corners of the trailer. He let out a breathless laugh. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Before you could overthink it, Eddie cupped your face with one hand, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. He leaned in slowly, giving you all the time in the world to pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you met him halfway, your lips brushing his in a kiss that was soft and sweet and electric all at once. His lips were warm, slightly chapped, but the kiss was perfect—filling you with a giddy warmth that spread from your chest to your toes.

When you finally pulled back, Eddie rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

You smiled, your cheeks flushed and your heart racing. Outside, the snow fell softly against the trailer’s windows, but inside, everything was warm and bright. “Merry Christmas, Eddie.”

[munson-blurbs]

Argyle x Fem!Reader smut

Summary: Your plans tonight only involve ordering a pizza, but a conversation with the pizza boy has you craving something very different.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), phone sex, masturbation (m! and f!), voice kink, Argyle is a simp as per usual

WC: 1.7k

A/N: This was inspired by me and @word-wytch ordering pizza at Steel City Con where the pizza boy did not want to get off of the phone. Nothing spicy happened, but it made us think...what if it had?

Also, big shout out to @munsonmuses for helping me with the ending. Love you, Addie!

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“Surfer Boy Pizza, this is Argyle speaking. Can I interest you in a delicious pie? Perhaps the Argyle Special?”

You stare at the shiny brochure in your lap, breath catching in your throat when you hear his voice. You were expecting someone brusque, rushing you off of the line so they can collect the next order, but the man speaking to you might as well be laying on a white sand beach. 

“Um, h-hi,” you wince at the way you stammer, tempted to hang up and save yourself further embarrassment, but you keep the receiver pressed to your ear. Lenora Hills is a fresh start, a place where no one knows you, and you’re determined to spread your wings and become more than the ‘shy, awkward girl.’ So, even though you were going to order a small cheese pie, you push yourself to ask, “what’s the Argyle Special?”

Soft laughter trills from the speaker; it’s warm and welcoming without a hint of malice. “Oh, the Argyle Special? She’s kinda my baby.” Good lord, the way he says baby has your thighs clenching involuntarily. You hear him shuffling a bit, adjusting positions to get more comfortable. “So, we start out with your classic thin crust.” Argyle lowers his voice and adds, “You might think you can toss it in the air a coupla times and call it a day, but you’d be wrong. You gotta knead it, get all the kinks out, right?”

“Mhm.” Your free hand begins to dip below the waistband of your denim shorts before you pull back. What are you doing? Touching yourself to a stranger explaining how to make pizza? “I, uh, I gotta—”

“Next comes the sauce,” he continues, not noticing your interjection. “Now, less is definitely more here, y’know what I’m saying? A little goes a long way.”

You nod, too caught up in the moment to remember that he can’t see you. “A-And then what?”

“Cheese. Enough to achieve that perfect amount of gooey goodness, but not so much that it weighs down the slice.” Another peal of laughter, just as kind as the one earlier. “Some people ask for extra cheese, but in my humble opinion, it takes away from the rest of the toppings, y’know?”

There’s a quiet swishing sound coming from his end, and it draws your attention. “What’re you doing that’s making that noise?”

“Huh? Oh, uh, yo-yo.” Your question has clearly caught him off-guard; instead of further explaining his baby, he asks, “what’re you doing?”

Immediately, your thoughts flit to the way your fingers yearn to be inside you, the way your clit aches to be rubbed each time he talks. But he can’t know that. “N-Nothing. Um, yeah, nothing.”

You can practically hear his brows raise in disbelief. “Doesn’t sound like nothing,” Argyle teases gently. “In fact, it sounds like you’re doing something important.” He pauses for a second. “Lemme guess: top secret CIA mission?”

“No.”

“FBI?”

You giggle despite the embarrassment washing over you. “Not quite.”

There’s silence; his audible breathing is the only way you know he’s still on the line. “You got a really cute laugh.” 

Is he flirting? This is flirting; it has to be. But he doesn’t even know what you look like. 

You don’t know what he looks like, either, and you were about to masturbate to him, you remind yourself wryly. Anything’s possible. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Sweet but also sexy. A rare combo, if you ask me.” 

You summon all of your courage; the ball is in your court. “I, um, I like your voice.” Heat pools in your cheeks as you say the words. 

“My voice? Shit, I always thought it was kinda goofy. My friend Jonathan says I sound like Cheech and Chong. Well, not, like, both of them, but just…one.” A rustling noise; he’s shaking his head. “Sorry, I’m not good with getting compliments and stuff.”

“S’okay. Me either.” You laugh again, finding the ability to be honest refreshing. “Keep telling me about your special. Your baby,” you amend. 

He exhales a cloud of lust. “Fuck, say ‘baby’ again.” Ah, so it had the same effect on him that it did on you. 

This time, you don’t chastise yourself for the way your fingertips graze your cotton panties. You and Argyle are clearly on the same page. Why fight it? “Tell me more about the Argyle Special, baby.”

“I gotta know first if you’re doing what I’m about to do,” he says breathily. 

“I am,” you affirm, finding your clit easily and applying the lightest pressure. 

A sharp inhale, then, just above a whisper, “Good. So, so good.” He unzips his fly and groans as his hand wraps around his cock. “I’m just gonna talk, and you keep touching yourself for me, okay?”

“Mhm. Just…keep going.”

“Shit, yeah, I got you.” Another moan as he strokes himself, his sentences getting choppier. “The toppings…I like to combine sweet and—mmf—savory.”

You tug your panties aside, slipping your middle finger into your waiting pussy. “Keep going,” you urge, desperate for his silky voice. 

“Some diced g-green pepper…sliced jalapeños…and…” Argyle’s focus is split between listing ingredients and jerking off, and one is evidently winning. 

“And what, baby?” There’s a slight edge to your tone—dare you say, a sultriness—as your ring finger joins your middle, fucking yourself with both of them. 

You’re not the only one who picks up on your newfound confidence. “And pineapple,” he manages. “Comes from a can…fuck, I can hear how wet you are.”

You whimper, forcing air into your lungs. Breathing has never been a manual task until right now. “It’s because of you.” Your fingers move faster; you curl them slightly to maximize your pleasure. “You and your voice.”

“I’d talk all goddamn day for you.” His voice is thick with desire. “I’d do anything you asked me to—oh, fuck,” he grunts. “What would you want me to do if I was with you right now?”

What wouldn’t you want him to do is an easier question, but you try to quickly formulate a response. “I-I’d want you to touch me.”

“More specific, honey,” he tuts. “Where do you want me touching you?”

Everywhere. Anywhere. You think about where your own hand would be if you weren’t holding the phone. “My clit,” you say urgently, “or my…my tits.”

“Mmm, I could put my mouth on one and my fingers on the—”

“No,” you insist, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Fingers only. Need to keep your mouth free so you can talk.”

A chuckle, then, “fair enough. Guess I’ll rub that pretty little clit of yours, huh? Make sure you’re ready f’me.” There’s a soft puh as he spits on his cock to lubricate it. “Wish I was inside of you. Bet you’re so wet…and warm…and—ohh, yeah— so tight…”

“I’m so close,” you whine, absolutely desperate for this orgasm. You tuck the phone between your ear and your shoulder, bring your newly-freed middle finger to your clitoris, now swollen with need. “Please, Argyle, tell me how you’d fuck me.”

“Oh, baby,” he rasps, the schlick of his fist stroking his erection becomes louder, faster. “I want you screaming my name. That sweet little pussy st-stuffed with my cock. And I’ll go deeper…and deeper…and deeper…until you can’t—fucking—take it!” He growls out the last four words. 

It’s enough to drive you to the edge. You don’t tell him you’re cumming, but he knows just from the choked moans that you’re there. Your fingers are shiny with the proof of your arousal as you finish all over them, wishing they belonged to Argyle. Wishing you belonged to Argyle. 

“I’m cumming, fucking shit, h-oh, my God.” He’s in another galaxy now, stars swirling around him as his release spurts from his aching tip and coats his hand in his sticky seed. “Holy fuckin’…whoa.” There’s a brief pause. “Gimme one sec, okay?”

Argyle’s racing across the kitchen, phone dangling from the cord, before you can even respond. “Sorry,” he says, panting and laughing when he returns to the receiver, “had to grab some paper towels and clean myself up. Can’t go walking around with jizz on my hands.” 

“Not a good look,” you agree, the warmth from your giggle melting any residual awkwardness. “You definitely need to wash them, like, a hundred times before you make another pizza.”

“Nah, man; I’m actually clocking out now. You were gonna be my last customer, but, uh…” he trails off, and it occurs to you that you never finished placing your order. “We got a little distracted.”

Distracted is putting it mildly, but you’re in no headspace for a semantics debate. “I guess I’ll have to call back the next time you’re working and try again.”

“Y-Yeah, for sure!” Eagerness dominates his tone, and he tries to rein it in. “Or, um, maybe you can come by in person? I’d like to see the girl who made me cum harder than I have since…ever,” he adds cheekily. 

“Mhm. I can do that.” Can you? Yes, you tell yourself, I can. I’m turning over a new leaf, and that apparently involves having phone sex with the pizza guy and then meeting him for the first time at his job. 

You swear you hear a quiet yet triumphant, “yes!” before he says, “You sure? Because I’d totally get it if you wanted to keep this a one-time thing.” His hesitation indicates that he’s no stranger to unrequited pining, like he’s bracing himself for a rejection. “But I gotta be honest with you; I really wanna see you.”

“I wanna see you, too.” You wrap the springy cord around your forefinger. If his voice could make you feel this way, imagine what he could do with his fingers, his tongue, his…

“I work from noon until six tomorrow, if you wanna stop in?” Argyle cuts into your train of thought. “Or if that’s too soon, then we can just—”

“Argyle?”

“Yeah?”

You smile widely even though there’s no way for him to know that. “See you at six tomorrow.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

End Game 3

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: and so it continues.

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When you find Kara, she’s at the front of the line. You wait impatiently on the other side of the rope as she gabs up a storm with the D-lister on the other side of the table. Restless, throat sour with bile, you pace in a small line, flicking your thumb as you resist the urge to tell her to hurry up. 

You need to get out of there. You can barely think. You can’t even stay still as heat scalds and speckles over your scalp and down your body. 

You turn on your heel and your feet tangle as you stop short. Andy stands just on the other side of the line, staring at you. Oh shit. 

You rush over to Kara and snap her tank top strap, “hey, there’s other people waiting.” 

“One second!” She squeals carelessly over her shoulder, quickly returning to fawning over the washed-up sci-fi actor. 

You sigh and cross your arms, rocking back and forth, “Kara, I really don’t feel good.” 

She huffs and chirps crisply, excusing herself from the table. Several others send her a dirty look for spending so much time chattering as they wait eagerly in the wings. She steps around the post to the other side of the rope. 

“Let me guess, too much sugar?” She scoffs. 

“Something like that,” you grumble. “Look, it’s like five. We’ve been here for a couple hours. I’m chill getting out of here.” 

“Already?” She lifts a brow, “we haven’t even got you a plushie.” 

“I should save my money,” you keep your arms folded around you. 

She eyes you up and down, “are you okay?” 

“Y-yeah, it’s like you said, too much sugar. I should’ve eaten breakfast. Or lunch.” 

She gives you a skeptical squint and shrugs, “alright, whatever. We can go hang at mine.” 

“Great, sorry,” you mope, “I just... I’m tired.” 

“It’s fine,” she assures you, “I get it. This place can be a bit much and the BO is starting to get to me.” She struts ahead of you and you catch up to her. She marvels at the signed photo in her hand, “at least I got something cool.” 

“Yeah, that’s awesome. You gonna hang it up?” You ask, trying to distract yourself. 

“Mm, maybe.” 

You glance over your shoulder. Andy’s closer, looming, hands in his pocket, eyes set on you. What is he doing? You grab her arm and hurry her towards the exit. 

“Woah, what’s up?” She trips in her wedged sandals. 

“I just need some fresh air. Like you said, it stinks in here.” 

As you finally get through the front doors, your phone is shaking incessantly. The buzz can be heard through the denim. You ignore it as you cross the lot. 

“Is that him calling?” She asks, “is that what this is about? I mean, I’d be pissed too but he shouldn’t get to ruin your day.” 

“No, it’s not,” you lie, “I just... crowds get to me after a while. It’s been a long day, traveling and all that... I’m tired.” 

“Mm, sure, well, let’s not let that coward shit on it all,” she snips. “It’ll be like high school. Girls’ night! Popcorn and nail painting and your favourite hollywood hunk.” 

“You mean your favourite,” you toss back. 

She giggles, “come on, you know you think he’s cute too.” 

You roll your eyes and stick close to her. You follow her out to the street and quickly turn away. You send one last look over your shoulder. You don’t think he’d follow you this far. You grab onto Kara’s arm and set your sights ahead of you. 

“Sleepover!” You chime, doing your best to hide your anxiety. 

🎮

You’re sad to leave Kara. She made a crummy day brighter with a fun night. Still, you’re relieved to go back home. Where you can be alone, where you can forget. 

You catch an early Greyhound and hug your bag to you as you doze, waking with each lurch of the axle. Back in town, you disembark and sigh. You still have a shift tonight. It’s a good excuse to avoid that little needling at the back of your mind. 

You still can’t believe it. How many years had you been warned against meeting people on the internet? For how much of your life has that faceless avatar online been the boogeyman to fear? And yet, he sent you pictures, you spent hours gaming together, and you trusted him. Yes, you’re that stupid. You really trusted Jacob—Andy. 

You drop your stuff at home and shower as your grandmother grumbles into a cup of tea. As you emerge, her eternal scowl curls her lips. You go to the kitchen to wash her used dishes and come back out, hoping the chore appeases her. She doesn’t say a word as she sorts through her knitting needles. 

Right. As grim as the house can be, you find comfort in that nothing has changed, even if you feel like your world has. You don’t even want to look at your Switch. That one possession you treasured above all. It’s the most expensive thing you own. You saved for months to get one, it connected you to outside, it helped you escape, and now it’s just another reminder. 

You grab your purse and head off for work. You message Kara to check in. Uh oh, she says Calvin is in town. Not this again. 

You go to hit reply on her message and another notification pops up. You tap it before you can stop yourself. It’s him. Andy. He’s been texting but you haven’t answered, you haven’t even looked to block him. You don’t know why you haven’t just hit that magic button but you just avoided everything about him. 

‘Please. I’m sorry. Can we please talk?’ 

It’s no different than the litany of texts before hand; ‘we can mine and talk this out’; ‘I wanted to tell you the truth for so long, I just thought you had the right to hear it face-to-face'; ‘hope you got home safe. Please text when you have a moment’; one after another, changing from one tone to the others; desperate, apologetic, concerned... 

Before you can dismiss the conversation, he messages again. 

‘You’re reading my messages. I see the checkmark. Please, just give me a chance to explain.’ 

You sniff and shake your head. You mute your phone and bury it at the bottom of your purse. You don’t want to talk to him but you just can’t bring yourself to get rid of him entirely. For a year he was your friend. Maybe just a gaming buddy but a constant that you came to count on.  

You would login and just shoot the shit; chat about your day; just let it all out and not think as you dug up diamonds or raced around Moo Moo Meadows. That’s all gone now and it hurts just as much as the rest of his lies. It isn’t just that he isn’t Jacob, it’s that you told him things you didn’t even tell Kara. He had been your safe harbour because he was far away, because anything you said could never come back to you. 

Your eyes sting and your cheeks pinch. Stupid, again. You shouldn’t be this emotional about this. Forget about it. You got work.  

Work? Scooping ice cream? God, how pathetic you must have sounded to him. He’s a lawyer or something? At least that what he claimed when he’d still been Jacob. You knew at first glance the type of man he is; established, professional, and older. So much older. 

Yeah, your problems must have seemed so minuscule and immature. Oh, you flunked a pop quiz? Not like you have to pay a mortgage.  

Urgh. You shake off the nipping embarrassment as you enter the booth and pull on your apron. Maybe you don’t have that much going on, but you’re trying. You’re young. You’re learning. What’s his excuse? 

🎮

You should have done this a lot sooner. You don’t know why you didn’t. Maybe because it didn’t matter before. Before, Jacob was just a boy you played Minecraft with. He was just a voice in a headset. But now, he’s... not. He’s Andy. No. 

He’s dead. 

You stare at the search result and your heart sinks. That, at least, is true. Jacob Barber; death date, last year. The pictures even match. Just a skinny kid, smiling beside his dad and mom. She’s gone too. Lost in the same accident. 

You kick yourself for being so careless. If you’d just searched him up a year ago. Even just reverse searched those pictures, you would’ve pieced it together. The only thing you can be thankful for is that it wasn’t worse. That you’re safe and you can just leave it behind. 

Well, that’s what you want to do. 

You scroll through the rest of the results. There's more, before the death. Articles about a murder and suspects. Jacob was one. What? 

It’s all so messy you can hardly make sense of any of it. You stop and sit back. You think of the man who sat across from you, you remember the look in his eyes, the flicker in his voice. He did sound sorry. 

And after everything? A police investigation then to just lose your son like that? Your only child. 

You know you don’t owe him anything. He lied to you. He had every chance to be honest, from the very beginning. Maybe you wouldn’t have wanted to play with a middle-aged man but maybe you could’ve helped him find somebody. You could’ve at least shared gaming tips.  

It isn’t about him. It’s about closure. This is just a blip on the radar. You have bigger things to worry about. Your grandmother, work, school. The summer’s flying by and tuition fees are higher than last year. Your interest payments are going to spike and you foresee a second job on the horizon. 

You look at your phone, entranced by it. You stand and walk in circles. You come back to your small desk and pick up the cell. The little chat bubble at the bottom has that red dot in the corner; unread messages. You tap it and the dot disappears. 

Jacob-- 

Andy’s chat opens and you slowly key in your message, several times over before you get it right. 

‘I’m signing into the server. I’ll be on until nine. No mining, talking.’ 

That’s it. That’s all. You can’t go back to what it was. You want this to be over. You’re closing the book, cutting the strings. He needs to know what he did was wrong and you need to move on. 

You take a breath and try to calm your nerves. Now that you’ve sent the message, you don’t know if you can do it. It’s too late, he saw it. 

You move slowly as you boot up your switch and plug in your headset. Your heart is racing like crazy. You’re going to have a panic attack. You feel the same wave of nausea you felt back at the con. Ugh. 

You load the server and almost as soon as the textures appear, he joins. Your lip trembles. You hear his mic scuff but he says nothing. No, you’re not here to listen to him. He has to hear you and then you’re done. 

“I’m sorry about your son,” you begin. 

“I... thanks.” 

“But it’s not an excuse,” you interrupt him, “what you did was so wrong.” 

“I know.” 

“Please, let me get this out,” you insist, your voice shaking. “I can’t understand what you’ve been through. I looked it all up and I know that it’s a lot. I, obviously, have never dealt with any of that. You know that, because I told you. Because I trusted you,” you frown as you inhale sharply, tears pricking in your eyes, “because I thought you were my age, that you were him, your son. Your dead son.” 

You shudder and shake your head, gulping thickly. 

“Do you not see how fucked up that is?” 

He sighs, “I know. I promise you, I wanted to tell you. That’s why... that’s why I wanted to meet. Because you deserved to know and I had to tell it to your face. You deserved that--” 

“Did I deserve to be lied to? Huh? Why—Why did you need to do all that? Why couldn’t you just tell the truth?” 

He sniffles. You’re silent, choked by the sob trapped in your throat. 

“I... He’s gone. I missed him so bad and I wasn’t thinking straight. It’s not an excuse, you’re right,” his voice is raspy, “I... you reminded me of him. Playing his favourite game helped me get through. It was wrong. All of it. I’m not saying you should forgive me, but I’m trying to explain as best as I can. I still don’t really understand why I did it.” 

You swallow and wipe your wet eyes, “you’re right. I don’t need to forgive you. I don’t. I only came on here to say what I needed to before I delete this world. I might be young and stupid but I think you need help. Real help, not some girl on a headset.” 

“Please--” 

His voice cuts off as you hit quit. You feel a pang of guilt. You do feel bad for him but you hope he heard you. You can’t forgive what he did to you, but you can wish the best for him. You hope what you said can make him get the proper help.

[thesassypadawan]

Puck Slut 2 (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: It’s yours and Hayden’s favorite time of the nhl season, when your teams faceoff against one another. And, as usual, you two have a bet in place, loser pays for the tab. Along with yet another interesting little twist…squeeze and tease.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Hockey, fingering, public sex, and, as always…Hayden’s big dick.

Notes: Hope you lovelies also enjoy Puck Slut .5, Puck Slut 1, and Puck Slut 3.5!

*Pregame*

- First of all, no hockey game would be complete without tasty food and ice-cold drinks. Especially when they’re being enjoyed at someone’s favorite sports bar.

- “I’m surprised you picked here; thought you hated their wings.” Hayden says with a small smirk, taking the drinks from your hands.

- “I do, worst I’ve ever had.” You’d reply all sassily, playfully smacking the brim of his hat. “But you like them and…I figured they’d help lessen the blow when the Leafs lose.”

- Gives your shorts a tug, pulling you down into the booth beside him. “Oh, yeah? We’ll see who’s picking up the tab later.”

- Rolling your eyes; you reach for a nacho, making sure you push them tities against his arm. “Come on, we both know you were going to do it either way.”

- You bet Hay’s going to give your nipple a small tweak for that one. Snatching your chippy the second you squeak and jump. Stupid moose.

- But then he’s all cute and smooth, wrapping his arm around you…resting his head on top of yours. “So, should we make things interesting again?”

- Besides getting to drink to your heart’s content while spending a night out with your man… All right, you’ll play along. “Sure. What dirty idea do you have in mind?”

*Game Time*

- Normally you’d really be into the game. Cheering, hollering, cursing, the whole nine yards. But it’s kind of difficult to do so when your team hasn’t made a single goal and…his big hand was cupping your pussy underneath the table, yours palming his dick.

- Neither of you were allowed to move or try to stimulate yourself. Those were the rules. Only when your boys scored, did you get to be ‘squeezed and teased’.

- The third period had just started with the Leafs up by two. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy ‘squeezing and teasing’ Hayden; those stifled groans, chef’s kiss. It was just…you wanted a turn too, dammit.

- Unfortunately, you do have to wait long. In fact, it isn’t until about five minutes left in the game that the siren finally went off once, twice…and you could feel his finger press softly down.

- A smirk crosses his face, and he chuckles in your ear. “Two? Back-to-back? You’re in for one hell of a ride, angel.”

- Kissing your cheek innocently, he starts to slowly grind his palm against your little cunt. Kneading it so good, that thumb circling your clit through the denim perfectly. Even giving it a hard pinch…you force back a moan when he did so.

- You’re growing wetter and wetter. Whole body heating up, walls fluttering like cray. Just as you’re really getting into it, hips rocking and everything. The buzzer rings and… “End of third; looks like we’re heading to OT.” …Hay stops, pulling his hand out from in-between your squishy pillows.

*Overtime*

- “Bullshit.” You’d sit there, pouting and huffing. Legs shut tightly together; rubbing them desperately, trying to get the sweet friction back. “What now, Mountie Boy?”

- Flashing you that damn panty dropping smile. Hayden pulls your into his lap, placing you right on top of his huge bump. “We up the ante. Winner gets to ask the loser to do one thing…no objections.”

- Wiggling excitedly, you can’t help but grin yourself. A wicked request coming to mind. “Okay…bet. Anything else?”

- “Yeah, let’s have a shootout.” Wrapping a strong arm around your waist, he ruts against your booty. “First to ‘shoot’ has to pay for dinner too.” Hand sliding up your thigh, the hem of your shorts. “Deal?” Fingers slip under your panties, dipping into…

- You let out a small squeal, hands gripping the table. While Hay’s thick digits pump steadily, thumb pushing down hard… “D-deal.”

*Postgame*

- As soon as OT begins, it basically ends. Literally, not even three minutes in and the final buzzer rings out. With neither of you ‘shooting’ and the Leafs coming out on top.

- Hayden can’t drag you out of the booth fast enough. Down the dimly lit hallway. Into the cramped bathroom. Bent over the dinky sink. Panties and shorts around your ankles. “Cashing in your ask already.”

- Cock pressed to your lower back, he mutters smugly while looking at you in the mirror. “You know it. Now on your tiptoes, we got to move quick.”

- Nodding, you eagerly do like he says. Biting your lip as you watch him still have to slouch a bit to line up. Impressive length running between your soaked folds, coating himself thoroughly.

- He only teases for a moment before he’s slamming into you. Hands gripping your hips firmly, yanking you back to meet each powerful thrust. Your sensitive bud grinding into the cold surface of the cracked porcelain, making you whimper and mewl.

- Hooking an arm under your breasts, he hauls your upper body up. Fucking you fast and deep. Bullying and bruising your poor cervix with every bounce. The sound of skin slapping fills the small space, along with your combined pants and grunts. “So wet…so tight. Such a good little puck slut. Going to…”

- “…cum!” That got you clenching hard, gummy walls flexing and squeezing around him. Moans flying from your lips as you crash completely, gushing all over. Followed by him letting out a low growl, painting your insides white. Bucking weakly while he comes down from his high.

- Once your feet are flat on the floor again. Hay pulls you against his chest, tucking you easily under his chin. “About that tab?”

- You bust out in a fit of giggles, swatting his arm playfully. “Yeah, yeah…let me at least get my shorts back on first.”

*Post Postgame*

- You don’t know how, but not only are you able to stand…you can also still walk. Plus, you two ended up managing to not get caught.

- So there you are, leaning on the bar rail. Impatiently tapping your card, waiting to settle the tab. While his cum slowly leaks out of you.

- Hay comes up behind, sporting a cocky grin. Pressing into you, one hand rests on your butt and the other reaches over your head…passing the bartender his card instead. “Don’t worry, I got it. Just make me breakfast tomorrow.”

- Shivering, you feel his sticky seed start to trickle down your leg and your lips turn up into a wicked smile. “Called it…totally knew you would.”

- You got a solid smack for that…worth it.

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen

[natalie-goodmn]

Bare London CentreStage thoughts:

- going with my friend who knew nothing about Bare was so funny. I was like “he doesn’t know that he just did the Jonah Platt LA 2013 riff”. Also he enjoyed it and cried so success

- the way this had 10x better production than the London Palladium concert-

- oh my goddd Role of a Lifetime was insane?? They had interpretive dancers behind Peter acting out Jason and Peter’s comphet- both getting with women but still reaching out to each other and then Jason leaving with his wife at the end. AND they came back at the end during I think Bare??? So SAD but SO GOOD

- This Peter was also amazing. Every time we get a dorky Peter in a production, an angel gets their wings- love that interpretation of Peter, always thinking abt Laurie’s Peter from the concert

- they/them Lucas Carter. They were so good, Wonderland was SO fun!!

- Ivy was so good too!!! They made her more an alt girl than a cool popular girl and tbh that feels more real like yeah. Also they gave her such homoerotic tension with Tanya?? I’m not usually someone that likes the other characters being queer bc I feel like it lessens the isolation of Jason and Peter BUT Ivy & Tanya were so handsy during Rolling

- Ivy was also SO funny in Birthday Bitch. She just kept like screaming but happy screaming?? So it was like “happy birthday bitch! [screech] happy birthday bitch [screech]”

- Also also god All Grown Up. It was so ANGRY and I was like ohh yeah that’s how it should always be performed holy shit- felt really timely with the US rn etc

- a special moment of appreciation for the costume department. Biblically accurate Peter, he WOULD wear double denim to the club. Matt WOULD wear a suit jacket to Ivy’s birthday

- my theory is there’s a direct correlation between the strength of the production and the strength of the Diane Lee. SHE WAS SO GOOD! Incredible physical comedy and just so sweet. “That’s it diane, lip sync” “*nod* okay :D”. Becky also had to pull her away during Pilgrim’s Hands when Peter started his lines and she just accepted it.

- there were so many good choices. In Epiphany, the whole ensemble said the “don’t do this to me Peter”, I literally gasped. Also during the bender among us bit, all the students were on the floor giggling like kids, I thought that was fun

- justice for the Peter and Sister Chantelle hug :(

- they had an ensemble of queer people during God Don’t Make No Trash and I appreciate the details, so many Lucy and Yaks on that stage 😭

- award for Most Accurate Smoking Area Of A Club goes to this production’s Best Kept Secret

- I respect the person that, after Matt saw Peter and Jason kiss, whispered under their breath “ohhh no”

- I have a lot of thoughts abt how niche Bare is and non-mainstream etc but I do really think its so perfect for smaller theatres. Like Absolution & See Me just hit so hard in such an intimate space, it’s sooo beautiful

[maskerat]

Could I have a tutorial fir the sebastian mask and tail?? Im a sebastian kinnie and I'd love to have one to use for cosplay!!! /nf /genq

oh yes absolutely! I will try my best to include both pictures and additional links to videos for more precise tutorials.

» The Mask

you'll need:

feline mask base (I got mine off of aliexpress, it's also laminated)

light blue & black felt fabric

fuzzy wires (blue and yellow)

mesh (the type usually used for cross stitching embroidery)

1cm thick foam

hot glue gun

first, I've cut off the ears of the feline mask and glued on custom ones made from foam. I've also made the eyeholes slightly bigger and rounder + adding a third eyehole. I've then glued on small teeth at the bottom made from foam as well.

then I grabbed the felt fabric and glued it onto the mask, going along the curves. here's a tutorial for making such a therian mask using felt fabric.

next, I've cut out circle shapes of the mesh and glued it at the back side of the eyes. then I grabbed some acrylic paints and gave the mask some gradients to make it more lively.

after the painting is done, I've made the hair - sadly I threw out the original paper patterns for it, but I suppose this part is pretty custom with how you want the hair to look like.

I made several parts of the hair to give it a layered feel, then I again used acrylic paints for more gradients. lastly for the mask, I've used fuzzy wires to make the angler fish light - making a little bulb from the yellow one and then sticking the blue one into it. I simply then glued it at the back of the mask covering it with some felt fabric for extra stability.

(a back view of the mask)

» The Tail

you'll need:

paper for pattern making

blue plush fabric & blue felt fabric (can be different shades for a more realistic feel)

black felt fabric

hot glue gun

buttons

firstly, I've made a pattern cutouts out of paper. I simply searched up whale plushies and got inspired by them when it comes to seams and such. there's also this tutorial for shark tails if anyone wants to make a bigger and more professional one.

the bottom part - felt fabric and the two sides part - plush fabric.

after sewing all the parts together, there still was a hole in the front that needed to be filled in. I grabbed a piece of the felt fabric and simply sewn it across the other parts, basically winging it. I left one line free for turning the tail inside out, filling it up and then using the invisible ladder stitch to sew it shut.

next I've made the bag details on the tail. I firstly had to measure the girth of the tail, note it down and make approximately 1cm thick "belts" from the black felt fabric to glue around the tail. then I've added details like the "bags" by simply cutting out rectangular and triangular shapes out of the black felt fabric and again glue it on places I deemed the best - this is a pretty custom part too. you can add as many bags or belts as you want. then I've sewn buttons below the triangular shapes of the "bags".

lastly, I've grabbed some old denim fabric pieces and made attachment points. this is how the mechanism for wearing the tail looks like:

and that's it! I hope this helps a bit - tumblr sadly doesn't allow me to add more pictures to one post. perhaps someday I'll make a pdf document pattern so it's easier to follow.

[giggly-squiggily]

Could we have Best Jeanist getting Hawks? Maybe forcing him to bed since he always overworks himself? Thank you so much for opening asks around my birthday!!!!

{Puffs are officially CLOSED}

EEE BEST JEANIST!!! And Hawks aswell! I love writing these two aljejrajkrajk I've gotcha covered, anon! And Happy early/belated birthday! :D

“Hawks.”

Said hero stiffened, feathers ruffling at the tone. Jeanist caught him.

“Oh hey! How’ve you been, Jeanie?” He turned around, hoping the smile on his face didn’t look too fake as Best Jeanist glared. “I was just doing my usual patrol, seeking out bad guys and all that-”

“That’s the issue, Hawks.” That glare got darker, silencing the flying hero. “When was the last time you took a break? Nevermind that- when’s the last time you slept?”

Oof. He was hitting him with the hard questions. Hawks opened his mouth, but nothing came out. “Erm…yesterday?”

Jeanist stared. Then he sighed, holding his brow. “Hawks..”

“Just one hour to go, and I’ll be in bed! Promise!” Hawks tried to slowly back away, the way he always did whenever Endeavor was asking too many questions or an interview with the public was getting boring. “In fact, I’ll patrol around there so I can head straight home!” His wings spread, time to make his escape-

Threads attached themselves to his legs, preventing him from flying off. “That was a dirty trick, Jean.” Hawks groaned.

“You’ve forced my hand. Like over starched denim, you’re beyond difficult to break through.” The threaded hero closed in, cracking his knuckles. “Fine then. If you won’t willingly turn in for the night, I’ll have to make you.”

“What are you- EHEHE!” The blonde all but squealed when Jeanist grabbed his knees, squeezing and kneading. “Jehahahahhanist! Jehhehahhahanie, dohohoohn’t you dahhahahare!”

“Oh I dare.”

Hawks tried to fly away, his entrapped legs making it impossible to take off in the air. He looked like a bee tied to a string, the way he was flailing. “Ahehahahahahahha! Jehahahhanie, pleahhahhahase! Hahhahahve mehehhehhercy!”

“Will you go to bed?” Jeanist raised a brow.

“Yehehehehehhes!”

“Promise?”

“Ohohohoohon my lihihiihihihife!”

“....You sure?”

“JEEHHEHEHANIE!”

“Hm…oh alright.” Jeanist pulled his hands back, watching Hawks slowly lower to the ground in a giggly heap. “Call me the second you get home. If I find out you’ve tricked me, you’re gonna get a way worse tickling.”

“Aahhahye ahhahaye, cahahaptain.” Hawks huffed with a giggly salute before taking off in the air, letting the cool wind lower the heat in his cheeks.

He did go to bed as promised. Eventually.

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @direwombat @strangefable @inafieldofdaisies @cassietrn @chazz-anova @josephslittledeputy @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @adelaidedrubman @voidika @onehornedbeast @thewanderer-000 @corvosattano @derelictheretic @ec-10 @carlosoliveiraa @minilev @nightbloodbix @purplehairsecretlair @vampireninjabunnies-blog @strafethesesinners @josephseedisdaddy @neverthesameneveranother @a-rose-in-a-garden-of-weeds @snake-in-the-garden @henbased and @ladyoriza

As usual three songs for three stories/characters/themes below.

First song up is for Abigail Emmet, the mother of Mario, and just as much as a terrifying alien soul-and-meat-eating shapeshifter as he is. She's been around for a while, even hitching with the Van der Linde Gang as the third founding (adult) member, sticking with it until she and Molly got the hell out of there after witnessing the effect Hosea's death had on Dutch and Micah being a rat. Saddening that Abigail outlived Molly (given her alien origins), but she never once stopped thinking fondly about the O'Shea poet, even when raising Mario. This song absolutely details her longing for Molly, while also letting go for the sake of Mario.

"Lately, I've been waking up In a dreamy state, calling your name Stayed up too late just thinking of you Now I'm knocking on every door 'Cause I heard you moved from twenty-two Has it been that long? I guess time just flew

I've got voices in my head and there's a deafening silence I've got voices in my head and I can't lie

I've been holding on to pieces Swimming in the deep end Tryna find my way back to you 'cause I'm needing A little bit of love A little bit of love, I need a little love Just like the air I'm breathing These open wounds ain't healing Tryna find my way back to you 'cause I'm needing A little bit of love A little bit of love, a little bit of love A little bit of love

I tried to fly but I used my wings too soon Now everything got me thinking of you I tried a million times to cut you loose."

Next up, a song for Silva's Hope and maybe a bit of Old Dusk, the two main stories for Silva in Far Cry The Silver Chronicles. I think it just fits the religious themes found in the fics' and the game, but also twisting it to reveal the darker and lighter aspects that not only come off as seductive but reveal what's exactly underneath the surface of the Voice's Prophecy and the Collapse, and whether it's better to choose the safer path and obey the prophecy while risking loss of identity and restricted by extremely controlling expectations that are unrealistic or take the risk and step out of the status quo for the sake of having the freedom to choose and to defy a fate other's push onto themselves and their neighbors, all the while having to contend with the possibility of being lost in the unknown.

"Call me wild, drinkin' up the sunshine Be my man and show me what it feels like Denim sky, unbuttoned down the middle Spillin' out little by little

Tiger on the prowl East of Eden Comin' for you now

Keep me from the cages under the control Runnin' in the dark to find east of Eden Keep me from the cages under the control Runnin' in the dark to find east of Eden

To find east of Eden (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) To find east of Eden (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) To find east of Eden (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) To find east of Eden (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

If I wanted to stay You don't mind, you're a true believer (True believer) Take it up with the badlands Creep on in like a concrete fever

If I wanted to stay You don't mind, you're a true believer (True believer) Take it up with the badlands Creep on in like a concrete fever."

And finally something for the antagonists. Ranging from the charming yet arrogant Edward Carmine to the callous and controlling Zachariah from The UnTitledverse. From the hypocritical monster that is Father Adam Omar to the fatalistic pessimism that fuels Paul Yellowjack's miserable self-loathing in Far Cry The Silver Chronicles. From the Court King who wants to conquer his worlds back, to the Director of the Midnight Rise, Sir Enigma Malvolio, who brings despair wherever his expeditions take him throughout Life, Despair & Monsters. From the well-meaning extremist Xiang Ba'al to the Mad God of Carnage himself, Discord in the originals works that will diverge from Wings And Horns. There are many more of interest, but the list is as tall as the rest of my original characters. But one commonality can be found with these characters... a question that evades an answer... will they ever be satisfied after reaching their goals? Or... will they go further until they've crashed and burned?

ALSO! TW: There is brief mention of suicidal idealization in one verse with probably more mature themes hidden in the lyrics. Just putting it out there to be weary listening and reading.

"I was pulling out my hair The day I got the deal Chemically calm Was I meant to feel happy That my life was just about to change?

One life pretending to be The cat who got the cream Oh, everybody said, "Marina is a dreamer" People like to tell you what you're gonna be It's not my problem if you don't see what I see And I do not give a damn if you don't believe

My problem, it's my problem that I never am happy It's my problem, it's my problem on how fast I will succeed

Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life?

High achiever, don't you see? Baby, nothing comes for free They say I'm a control freak Driven by a greed to succeed Nobody can stop me

'Cause it's my problem if I wanna pack up and run away It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway It's my problem, it's my problem if I feel the need to hide And it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die

Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? Are you satisfied with an easy ride? Once you cross the line, will you be satisfied?

Sad inside, in this life Unsatisfied, praying Sad inside, in this life Unsatisfied, waiting

Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? Are you satisfied with an easy ride? Once you cross the line, will you be satisfied?

Black, white (Are you satisfied, are you satisfied? Are you satisfied?) Are you satisfied? Black, white (Are you satisfied, are you satisfied?) Black, white (Are you satisfied, are you satisfied?) Are you satisfied? Black, white."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Black Light 4

Warnings: namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: thank you for waiting! Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You check yourself in the mirror. The black bob isn’t a bad look. You tilt your head back and forth making the sleek strands wiggles back and forth. The sunglasses complete the look and you ponder overhauling your usual style. You look dangerous.

You resist scratching under the wig and give yourself a smile. You look almost devilish in the get up but you can’t chance being recognised on your mission. No, this is very important. This is revenge. Served tepid.

You sneak out the backdoor and check your phone. You have another message from your new friend. She texted you earlier that she had a new cell already. You hang onto yours like gold, you’re not really sure what you would do if you lost it. Probably turn to the primitive lifestyle.

‘I’m headed to the club, meet you at the cafe.’

‘Sure thing, 🐔💸’ You text.

She texts back a simple question mark.

‘Chicken wing’ you clarify and smack your forehead. You’re such a dweeb. You follow up quickly; I’ll be there.

You head downtown, catching a bus halfway and tossing the transfer. You could use the walk as your nerves are starting to flurry. You approach the cafe and see your friend. She wears a denim skirt and an off-the-shoulder red shirt. Her shoes are the same shade as her top. She looks towards you then the other way, not acknowledging your approach.

You near and give a short ‘psst’. She whips around and sneers in your direction before blanching and saying your name.

“Like it?” You pull down your sunglasses. “I feel like Sandy from Grease. Well, more like Rizzo.”

“Uh, sure, why are you dressed like that?”

“Oh, I didn’t want that guy to recognize me so I figure I could sneak in like this.”

“Ah,” she nods and lets out a sigh, “right. Well, try going to the other one when they card ya.”

“That works too. You’re so clever.”

“Thanks,” she says dully, “come on.”

You give a bounce and follow her down the street. She marches on, set on her path as you skip to keep up. She’s a lot more graceful in her heels. And angry. You worry about Cole, he might not be ready for what she has in store.

“Hopefully that jackass is there but those types usually don’t have anything else going on,” she snarls as if reading your mind.

“Uh, yeah.”

“You make sure you point him out when you see him. And don’t get to close, I’ll take care of him. No drinks, either. Let’s not take that chance.”

“Sounds like a plan. Well, kind of.”

“Don’t worry, I can slip this guy something. Don’t you worry. Men are stupid, he gets distracted by his next mark and I’ll strike first,” she turns the corner and you flutter along with her, joining the queue outside the club.

“You’re so brave,” you admire.

“No, I’m pissed,” she insists as she crosses her arms, slowly shifting with the line.

You peek out around the bodies. You see that man, Auggy. He’s scowling at an ID. You watch him and his eyes flick up as if he can sense you. You recoil quickly and put your chin down.

“Hey, be cool,” your friend touches your elbow, “busy tonight, you just gotta blend in.”

“Mmm, yeah,” you murmur, “I just… I don’t know what I did. I was nice–”

“He’s an old grump,” she scoffs, “who cares how he feels.”

You approach the front of the line and make sure to veer towards the other bouncer, the one with the pudgy belly. He barely looks at your card as he waves you inside. The two of you enter to the buzz of the crowd and blare of speakers. 

“Now, we hunt,” she says, “keep your phone on you. You get close to him, let me know. Oh, and take a picture if you can.”

“Right, uh…”

“I’ll get upstairs, you stay down here,” she directs, “we’ll meet back up in half an hour if we can’t find him.”

“Sure.”

“Look, I got you. Anyone gives you trouble, text me. And give em a punch like I showed you.”

You put your fist up and pat your elbow as you reenact the brief lesson she gave you earlier. She smiles and squeezes your arm.

“Good,” she praises, “now, let’s do this.”

She turns and struts off. You admire her from afar. She’s so cool. And she likes you, you think. She’s a lot nicer than Amanda or Kam. You frown and spin around, looking around at the dancing figures and the bar shining at the far end of the room.

Where to begin…

You twiddle your fingers and give a huff. You have to get in the mindset. The grindset. The findset. Find him. Hmm, you’re not great with faces…

You go to take a step forward and you're suddenly hauled back by your arm. You yipe. No one around you reacts as you’re slammed against the wall, a shadow towering over you. You look up as your sunglasses are torn away and a light is shone in your face. The bouncer lets out a gravelly growl as the small bulb of the flashlight glares in your eyes.

“I knew it was you,” he grits.

“Oh, hi, Auggy!” You chime, “how are you?”

“Don’t act like you fucking know me,” he clicks off the light and leans down until your encased in the blackness of his silhouette. “You don’t want to know me.”

[gemwing1988]

A Little Help from a Friend

A remake of an old fic to thank @lovegabe1999 for doing a small fanart of her OC, Shan Lee protecting my persona from the Devil about a year ago. The last one was a bit rushed and I thought I’d redo it from scratch with a few changes since I decided that my original outfit design would be best suited for a future Kingdom Hearts AU in the distant future.

The Devil and Dijimmi belong to StudioMDHR, Shan Lee is created and owned by the lovely @lovegabe1999 and Katie Gemwing is the persona of yours truly.

It was a peaceful and beautiful day on the Inkwell Isles after months of peace and tranquillity.

For the young demi-goddess, Shan Lee, things couldn’t have been better.

Things have been peaceful since the Devil was defeated by the brave young brothers, Cuphead and Mugman and all of the former debtors who made a deal with him had been cleared of their debts.

Shan Lee’s included.

Today, she and her good friend, Dijimmi the Great, were out on a picnic over at a peaceful little glade in the woods, enjoying the weather and the scenery.

“This is the life.” Shan Lee sighed as she took a sip of her ice cold beverage.

“You can say that again.” Dijimmi happily agreed before taking a couple of contented puffs of his pipe.

They could have never asked for a better day to spend some time together. And since the Devil hadn’t shown his face up on the surface for the passing months, it would seem no one had to worry about him fearing his ugly, hairy face again anytime soon.

Or so they thought…

Just then, a piercing scream shattered the tranquil silence, disrupting the songs of nature.

Shan Lee gasped as she nearly dropped her cup. The scream was so sudden, it made Dijimmi accidentally inhale some smoke down his throat, causing him to cough on it.

“W-wh-what th-the heck w-was th-that?!” Dijimmi sputtered as he lightly pounded in his chest to clear the pipe smoke out.

“I-I don’t know.” Shan Lee answered, getting up from the red and white checkerboard print picnic blanket. “But what I do know is that it sounds like somebody’s in trouble! Hurry! We’d better go see if they need help!”

Once Djimmi recovered from his smoke fiasco, he and Shan Lee hurried towards the source of the scream which was deep in the woods. They soon entered the clearing to see that a person they had never met before is being chased down by none other but the Devil himself, who was in his serpent dragon form.

The person he was terrorizing was a young woman with fair skin, dark chocolate brown hair in a short bobcut and light blue eyes.

She wore a crystal denim jacket with breast pockets, white rolled-up cuffs on the sleeves, hoodie pockets and a midnight blue hidden Mickey Mouse patch on the right breast of the jacket. Underneath the jacket is a midnight blue tank top with a light blue collar and shoulders, medium blue denim jeans, a light purple belt and black knee-length boots.

On her right wrist is a bracelet made from light blue woven cords with three beads (two are pearl white and the one in the middle is a crocus purple) and a silver heart locket bracelet with what appears to be a tear shaped pearl in the centre. On the left wrist is a silver bracelet.

Around her neck is a silver locket designed and shaped like a book with a heart and what appears to be wings engravings as well as a teardrop-shaped diamond in the centre.

The young woman was frantically running away from the Devil, all the while struggling to pry off a golden cuff-like band that was wrapped around her left wrist.

“The Devil!” Dijimmi gasped.

“And that woman’s in trouble!” Shan Lee cried.

The woman tripped over a rock and struggled to get back onto her feet until the Devil ensnared her in his furry coils, wrapping her up to her ribs in his clutches.

“Not so fast, darling!” The Devil sneered. “You’re not going anywhere! You’re mine now!”

“NO! Let me go!” The woman screamed, struggling in the demon’s coils.

“Oh, I could never let you go, my love.” The Devil crooned. “I’love keep you nice and snuggled in my grip.”

Much to the disgust of their unknown witnesses, the Devil leans his head down and flicks his tongue at the woman’s neck and cheek with his twin tongues before he nuzzles her cheek with his own.

“Ugh! That creep!” Shan Lee growled. “That does it!”

Without a second thought, she leapt out of hiding and drop kicked the Devil over the head.

“Ow!” The Devil yelled as the kick made him lose his grip and dropped the woman to the ground. “What in the-?!”

“You leave that poor woman alone, you creep!” Shan Lee demanded.

“What?! You!” The Devil snarled. “You stay out of this, you puny demi-goddess! This doesn’t concern you!”

“It most certainly does if it concerns you terrorizing and harassing innocent people like that girl here!”

The Devil hissed like an angry serpent as he lunged for Shan Lee, who got out a bo staff and whacked him across the face with it, making him shriek in pain.

Dijimmi, with his magic, duplicated himself, wearing cheerleader outfits and waving pom-poms as they cheered, “Rick ‘em, rack ‘em, rock ‘em, rake! Wallop that creepy old snake!”

“You! Sssshut up!” The Devil hissed, shooting a threatening glare at the orange genie.

His duplicates merging into a single himself again, Dijimmi got out a tiny flag with the letter “D” that has little devil horns and a tail on it in his hand and dully waved it, sarcastically cheering for the Devil in a blunt and bored tone:

“Devil, Devil, he’s our man. If he can’t do it… GREAT!!!”

While Shan Lee and the Devil continued to duke it out, the woman was struggling to remove the cuff still around her wrist, catching Dijimmi’s concern.

“You okay there, miss?” He asked.

“The Devil clamped this stupid cuff in me!” The woman in blue grunted. “I can’t get this darn thing off!”

“Oh! I can help with that!” Dijimmi offered.

With a snap of his fingers, the cuff magically snapped open and fell off the girl’s wrist.

“The Devil might be more powerful than me, but at least my magic’s strong enough to remove some small magic trinkets.” Dijimmi smirked proudly.

“Thanks.” The woman said. “Now I can be of some help!”

Just then, the woman transformed into a beautiful crystal blue dragon with a white underbelly, a white crest that resembles a mane, white spines in the small of her tail as well as a tuft of white fur at the tip and white claws. She has curved white horns atop of her head and dainty deer-like ears. She still has the same blue eyes and large feathery midnight blue wings to seem to sparkle like stars under the sunlight.

She a dark blueish-black necklace with the pendant being a round blue gemstone with two silver beads on each end as well as one at the bottom with purple scarf-like ribbons with light blue tips to resemble feathers. White-gold bracers with a blue teardrop-shaped gemstone at the top and tiny round blue ones at the bottom.

Roaring, the dragon flies towards the Devil, leaving Dijimmi dumbfounded with shock and confusion, mumbling, “That’s new…”

The Devil had Shan Lee cornered at a tree and was about to ensnare her when the dragon swiped his claws across his face, scratching his nose.

“OUCH!!!”

The dragon then opened her mouth and zapped the Devil with a stream of blue electricity.

ZAP ZAP ZAP!

With the Devil scorched from the zapping, Shan Lee took the opportunity to deliver the final blow, knocking the Devil out.

The Devil crumpled to the ground and returned to his normal form, beaten, battered and bruised with a couple of torn out fur and wearing a couple of bandages as he groaned.

“Thanks for the help.” The dragon smiled in gratitude. “The Devil just doesn’t know when to leave me alone.”

“Wait! You’re a dragon?!” Shan Lee exclaimed in surprise.

The dragon looked herself over before she shrugged, “Last I checked, yes. Technically, I’m half-dragon.”

“That’s so amazing!” Shan Lee beamed, overcoming her shock. “I just so happen to be a demi-goddess myself.”

“Really?” The dragon gasped. “That’s really amazing.”

“And no worries about helping you back there. It’s always good to help out someone in need. Most especially a new friend. I’m Shan Lee by the way. And this is my good friend, Dijimmi the Great.”

“Nice to meet you.” Dijimmi said, bowing in greeting.

“I’m very happy to meet you both.” The dragon smiled before she transformed back into a human.

“Y’know, we’ve never really met anyone like you before on the Isles.” Dijimmi stated. “That you can turn into a talking dragon, I mean. I know my pal, Grim Matchstick is a Dragin himself, but this is the first time I met a dragon with wings as unique as yours.”

“I can do lots of things.” The Dragin girl said. “By the way, I’m Katie. Katie Gemwing.”

“That’s such a beautiful name.” Shan Lee said. “But what was that all about with the Devil trying to kidnap you earlier?”

Katie shuddered. “Oh, that monster had up and decided to make me his wife and queen and use my magic for dimensional conquest. That’s a LONG story for another time.”

“Yeesh!” Dijimmi winced in disgust.

“Aw jeez! What is he? King Bowser?” Shan Lee grimanced.

“I’d might as well be the Princess Peach to his King Bowser if that’s the case.” Katie groaned.

Changing the subject, Shan Lee spoke, “Well, what matters is that you’re safe now. How about you join Jimmi and me for a picnic? You must be hungry from all of that.”

Katie blushed as she heard her own stomach grumble, gently placing her hand over it as if to stifle the growls.

“I guess I did missed out on lunch when I ended up here.” Katie replied sheepishly. “So yes, that would be so lovely, please.”

As Shan Lee and Dijimmi led Katie back to their picnic spot, Shan Lee realized this was the day she had made a new friend.

[whatwedointhecraft]

The Night The World Started Turning

The Night The World Started Turning

Summary: Samantha Preston hasn’t had a great life, there have been troubles. But her world is rocked when a woman named Tara Clarke promises her a night she’ll never forget. 2nd Theme of the 100 Theme Challenge: Love.

Samantha

Tired of running. Tired of chasing dreams that will never be. I have tried love before and its ended with me in cells, or in the mental health hospital because they’ve put me there.

My world stopped turning a long time ago.

I’m tired of being the assassin everybody wants to kill. I just want to be loved and I’ll love in return. I’m tired of being used in a game, like chess. I’m tired of life.

I just want out.

Sometimes I wonder if I should truly disappear, or make it off planet somehow. Everybody talks about Angels and Demons, but I never seem to bump into them. I want to see those heavenly wings and the halo’s so sharp they could behead a man. God, what I’d pay to see that up close.

What I’d pay to have them take me away from here.

I want a dog, a life where I have a family...but here I am, drowning my sorrows in some bar in the middle of Nottingham. The night is still young but I can hear screaming in my head. And I’m not quite sure who the screaming belongs to. Is it myself or my victims haunting my ass?

I’ve been here in Nottingham for about a week. I used to work for the god damn President of The USA. But here? I’m a nobody. And I like it that way. The only people who know who I am, are government figures that have better things to worry about than trying to live through another depressing day and trying to avoid death at any cost.

The bar is full of lively young women, looking for a good time. Chatting amongst themselves and showing off some jewellery they get for cheap or passing around shots like they’re the holy grail. Some men are serving others; the chatter almost as loud as the music and its drowning all other thoughts out.

I’m drinking a lemonade. Alcohol is just full of regrets and I don’t want to wake up tomorrow with anymore of them in my bed; tired of sleeping in a hazy mess and bloody sheets and not being too sure of whose blood is who. The lemonade is refreshing. Slow sips, to savour.

A song comes on in the bar – Tragedy by Steps. Gotta say, I love this song. It gives club vibes and its fun and -

The heat is rising in the club and its wrapping its arms around my shoulders; suffocating me. Trying to breathe, I drag my head to look to my left, towards the door.

“Are you alright, my love?” A gentle hand touches me and its amazing; like a burst of ice, a shield blasting back the heat like a knight protecting a damsel in distress.

I turn to my right and my heart stops. I check to see if I’m still breathing, but my eyes never leave this person’s face. They are beautiful.

Shivers run down my spine and I turn my entire body to face her. She is a siren and I am her victim.

In the blinding halo of the lights above, this woman is like an Angel...or rather, is she the Demon I've been holding out for?

Long curly black hair to her hips, with tints of a mossy dark green thanks to the light and matching ivy green lipstick. This woman is rocking this look. Her clothes are matching too; a black tank top with green shorts made of denim. And she’s got tattoos. She must look around my age, around thirty but her tattoos are incredible. Big dragons swirl up her thighs in bursts of all the colours of the rainbow and -

Oh god. I’m staring.

I hear her begin to laugh and her whole body shakes. She orders a rum and coke from the bar and pulls up a chair beside me. I’m getting colder. The whole room seems to be getting colder, but how can one woman be doing that?

“I’m Tara Clarke. Its nice to meet you, darling. You come here often?.” Her voice is bubbly.

She seems sober. For how much longer, I can not answer.

“Samantha. Samantha Preston.” I stumble over my own name, the screaming in my head slowly beginning to fade. Like magic. She’s doing something to me.

She is most definitely doing something to me.

The bartender slides the rum and coke her way and she offers me the coke, whilst she takes the rum. I down the lemonade, an urge to finish it washing over me.

“Thirsty?” She teases. “You look like you haven’t had anyone care about you in a long while.”

I put the lemonade glass on the table, looking at her again with a sense of curiosity.

“What are you?” I ask; something within me is telling me Tara is not human.

“I’m whatever you need me to be.” Tara smirks and sits down, one leg crossed over the other.

“What are you?” I ask again, more urgently.

“How about you fuck around and find out?”

We end up talking for a while, as if we’re old friends reuniting from time apart. It became easier somehow, to talk about my problems to someone who genuinely wanted to listen without shoving drugs down my throat.

It becomes easier when you’re just nicer. When you’re beautiful. When you’re genuine.

I had felt weird the entire night, like I had been called here for a reason. And now the world seems to be turning again; I can feel it beneath my feet,

We get up to dance, the earth spins, my own feet spinning as we dance to the songs that come on and we melt and move around the other girls at the bar.

“Tara.” Her name falls off my lips like a shock to my system and she draws me in closer, her hands around my waist.

“Yes, Samantha?” She whispers in my ear, nibbling as she pulls away.

“If God has sent you to me, then who am I to decline?” I gasp, everything and everyone disappearing.

All that is in my vision is her. Me and her and nobody else but the music to play with. I can’t remember what I’ve drank. Time has passed in a blink of an eye and yet, I don’t want this to end.

Is this what its like to fall in love? How do you know it won’t hurt when you fall? Will you be able to get back up again?

Whoever this woman is...I want her. I want to take a chance on her, for a brighter future.

“I can show you a night, a future that you’ve been dreaming of. If you’ll let me.” Tara holds out a hand to me

I nod, eagerly taking it. Only a fool rushes in, and a fool I will gladly be. For one ounce of happiness, one slice of cake that can provide the love that I want.

“Now. Since when have you ever believed in God?” Tara teases and laughs as my eyes widen.

She knows who I am because who wouldn’t….she knows me because she’s a demon.

And she was sent to save my soul.

We run away, into the night.

[morphomixz]

Eclipsed in Paris (Miraculous x Reader) Pt 5

5:17:23 PM 

"I'm sorry to say this, but who are you?" 

Why was that my first reaction to a flying bat-mouse-looking thing? Most people would have screamed, probably even throw something at it... and I said I was sorry to it?!?!

"Hello! I am Bazoo (Baz-zoo) your kwami, you must be the holder of the bat miraculous." 

"I guess... What's a miraculous?"

"Your necklace. When you wish to transform using the fear miraculous, you will say Bazoo, spread my wings! To detransform, you'll say drop wings." came the squeaky voice. 

"Alright, and do you need anything specific to eat? Do you eat?"

"I do eat! I love blackberries and black cherries!" she replied cheerfully, I think.

"Okay, then... Bazoo spread my wings!"

A bright purple hue covered my body. I can feel a sort of latex, maybe leather take over the denim of my jeans, and they disappear like nothing leaving me clad in a black suit with plum undertones. My arms have some sort of loose jagged fabric resembling bat wings, and my hands are completely covered with sharpened tips where they end. My head somehow has ears connected to either side, that are completely pointed at the ends and the mask isn't like most where it covers the eyes, but rather it covers the mouth, and my hair covers the majority of my eyes. Where the miraculous was, the originally red jewel turned wine colored and the wings of the bat glowed a light silver hue. 

"Um... Bazoo, what do I do now?" I asked the emptiness of the room. No response. 

Then I happened to notice outside the window just how much of a wreak Paris was. Oh yeah, the first day of school, the first day of dealing with akumatized villains. Great...

There was supposed to be a Ladybug and Chat Noir interview tonight. I only know this because Chloe said she'd be the first caller. Speaking of the call, she also told me she gave Adrien my number so I'd at least have some connections here for better friend choices... Anyways, it appears Ladybug didn't want to talk about her relationship with Chat Noir and now the news lady's gone crazy.

Oh my, Atlanta, she's got, Chloe!

I raced over to Chloe's room just in time to see her disappear into the subway and for Paris to get a look at me in a bat costume, but Nadja didn't recognize me. However, it wasn't just the viewers who saw me, but also Chat Noir and Ladybug... and they looked just as shocked as "Prime Queen". 

"Well, well, well, looks like we have a new superhero joining us tonight. Are you here to fight Ladybug for Chat Noir's love since she can't just confess?" Nadja or Prime Queen questioned. 

"Uh, sorry but I've never met Chat Noir, nor am I here to fight Ladybug..."

That's when a blue-purple butterfly appeared in front of her face, and she decided to push me through the portal where Chloe was and followed through.

"You're going to give me your miraculous, after making my rating skyrocket,"  she said to me off the record of her broadcast. Then she addressed Ladybug and Chat Noir. 

"Welcome, to the subway of suspense! If it reaches seventy miles per hour, you can say goodbye to your precious little friend."

I made a grab for the "weapon" I had as part of my costume. It's a boomerang. What can I do in a cramped subway with a boomerang? Bazoo mentioned a special power, "echo" that would allow me to locate something I desperately want to find, but I can only use it once and I have to go find it. Echo also pushes back anything in my way of the item but it may be too dangerous in a confined space. 

"Well, well, look here, the ratings are rising! More and more of you want to know if our superhero friends will get here on time. The suspense is killing her! Ladybug! Cat Noir! Are you willing to travel through the screen to save your darling Chloé? Ladybug are you ready to fight... What was your name dear?!" Prime Queen knocked me out of my thoughts.

"I'm Rouge, and she's not going to die in this train just so you can get more viewers." my glare spoke more than my tone for me. Nadja recoiled away from me with that glare but continued her attempt at luring in Chat Noir and Ladybug. 

" Ladybug, Cat Noir, New Girl! I beg you, save my jacket!

"Your jacket or you?" I replied to her. Is she seriously more worried about the jacket than her own life?

It appeared Chat Noir and Ladybug were preparing to enter the portal to the subway. Not the greatest idea, but I guess it works. I had already started trying to untie Chloe's binds with much struggle because she keeps moving around. 

"Will you stay still? I'm trying to save you and your jacket right now." I commanded. She listened until she saw our two new members at the subway party. 

"Ugh, finally, what took you so long? Hurry up and get me out of this underground nightmare! Woah!" Chloe fell over and took me with her. 

"I thought I told you to stay still. Now we're both in trouble!" I harshly whispered to Chloe as Prime Queen noticed my hands. 

"You're about to be the stars of the highest-rated show in all of TV history! Rouge, shall we dance with our stars?" Nadja said to Ladybug, Chat Noir, and I.

"Excuse you?! In what way am I on your side?" I said while throwing the boomerang, effectively tripping her up. 

"Where's the akuma?" asked Ladybug clearly focused on Prime Queen. 

"I'll find out, just trust me on this," I told her gaining strange looks from her and Chat Noir. 

"ECHO" and an ungodly screech left my throat following the command. The ringlets from the screech pinpointing on Nadja's watch and also effectively shattered the windows of the moving subway.

"It's in the watch," I said rather ashamedly, but then again Chat Noir is the holder of the miraculous of destruction.

"I'll deal with Prime Queen." Ladybug said. 

"We'll get the door, " Chat Noir said dragging me with him, and forgetting Chloe in the process, I followed him. 

Checking the door, it's clear the door isn't locked but it won't budge. The only way to get out would be through the windows at this point. 

"The doors jammed. You're Rouge, right? I'm Chat, welcome to the club."

"Uh, thanks? Is this normal?"

"Akumatized villains, yes. Being stuck on a train, not so much." he said before yelling back to Ladybug,  "We're trapped!". 

"The rules for my show are simple, admit the truth live on TV that you're dating and in love and I'll stop the train!"

"What did I just get into?"

[purplesurveys]

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So, how's adulting treating you in the 2020s? Are you smashing those expectations, or do you just wanna Netflix and chill all day? I did way better than the expectations I set for myself. First of all – I'm 26 and I'm still alive. I never thought I would make it past 21. That's an empowering realization to have.

I've been promoted every single year since first getting employed in 2020; I hold a title at work I never thought I would ever be qualified for, and reached it at 25. I got over my biggest source of grief and used it to reach the happiest I've ever been. I have a much, MUCH smaller group of friends now, but in them I've found my ride-or-dies. I've learned to embrace being single because it means I get to be the cool rich aunt and spend my money on whatever food or hobby on the weekends. I've stopped comparing myself to other people and it has brought me peace like nothing I've ever felt. I think I'm doing pretty great.

Remember all the fads and trends from the 2010s? Which one makes you cringe the most when looking back now? The Coachella indie girl look with the muscle tees, denim shorts, rompers etc sort of look looked super cute and cool back then, but with trends changing and all it also feels ever so slightly cringe now. Cringe in an endearing way more than anything, but still.

Idk, I don't really find a lot of things from that time embarrassing now. I was in high school then, so I took part or consumed most of those trends and I'll always look back on them fondly.

In the 2020s, are you living the glamorous life you thought all adults had in the 2010s, or is it more like trying to keep houseplants alive and failing miserably? No. Adults are also just figuring out themselves, and that's okay. I don't think that will ever stop.

Tell us about a moment in the 2010s when you thought you were the coolest kid on the block, but looking back, you were just as awkward as the rest of us. Making my relationship my entire personality.

So, do you adult better with a fancy planner and color-coded schedules, or are you just winging it with Post-it notes and sheer luck? I take it day by day. I do and decide whatever I feel like doing and deciding at the moment.

In the 2020s, have you finally mastered the art of adulting, or do you still have an impressive collection of takeout menus and not a clue about cooking? Oh if you mean like chores, I'm pretty behind lol. It's part of why I plan to move to BGC – everything has a service there. I think being as far away from home as possible would also help straighten me up and force me to fend for myself, and I need that.

Looking back on the 2010s, what was the cringiest song you couldn't stop listening to on your iPod, and did you ever dare to sing it in public? AJ Lee's theme is forever a bop within the wrestling world but I wouldn't ever play it to my friends or sing it out loud haha. It's so endearingly niche.

Are you living the dream of having a fabulous wardrobe that puts fashion bloggers to shame, or is your closet a chaotic mix of hand-me-downs and sale-rack finds? It's chaotic in a sense that my style changes from day to day.

Do you miss the simpler times of the 2010s when social media was all about posting selfies, or are you loving the meme culture that dominates the 2020s? The memes get more hilarious as time passes, and those I have no problem with. It's the peace, the non-conflict, the everyone's-just-here-to-fuck-around vibes on social media. Twitter is a world away from what it used to be.

Tell us your most epic "adulting fail" moment that made you wish you could just teleport back to your carefree teenage years. It's not really one specific moment, but I've regretted corporate-slaving my life away. Especially in my earlier work years where I was very career-driven, missing out on family lunches or the chances to go out with friends...it's those moments that make me long for my younger years when I studied during the day but still had time to hang out with my college friends and my girlfriend at the time. In any case, turning 25 turned on a switch in me and I have been prioritizing my life over work ever since, so that's a nice learning, I guess.

How do you balance being a responsible adult in the 2020s and still secretly longing for the reckless fun you had in the 2010s? Eh, I don't really need to? I don't actively miss my time in the 2010s. It was fun while it lasted, but we're here now and I'm going to focus on what makes me happy now.

Confess your most significant guilty pleasure from the 2010s that you can't believe you indulged in. No judgment here! 1D fanfiction maybe lol? I wasn't in deep like most fans and I don't understand most references still getting thrown today, but I did read a couple.

Do you have a "best worst" purchase from the 2010s that you still can't believe you spent money on? Can it just be the worst haha? Probably just all the gas I spent for my ex, driving her everywhere – to dates, to her house, to her dorm.

In the 2020s, have you upgraded your hangover-curing skills from greasy fast food to some sophisticated avocado toast? Nah I will still look for greasy stuff.

What's your go-to dance move when you hit the dance floor in the 2020s, and did it come from an embarrassing attempt in the 2010s? I don't dance.

How do you cope with adulting burnout in the 2020s, and does it involve a secret stash of chocolate or a Netflix binge? I find a lowkey coffee shop tucked away in the middle of nowhere, turn on DND on my phone, and read.

Share the most hilariously awkward Zoom moment you had during the great pandemic of the 2020s. I've never had an awkward on-cam moment, fortunately.

Looking back on the 2010s, what was the weirdest internet challenge you participated in, and did you regret it immediately? I wouldn't call it weird but my sophomore (or was it freshman?) class did the Harlem Shake challenge on the last day of school. I wouldn't call it cringe or be embarrassed by it though. It's cute to think about now.

Have you finally embraced the fact that you're an adult, or do you still find yourself wishing you had Hermione Granger's time-turner to go back to simpler times? I miss the freedom in youth, but I prefer to focus on the now because as much as I long for it, it'll never come back.

So, did you ever jump on the "juice cleanse" bandwagon in the 2010s, and did you last more than a day before devouring a pizza? No I was like 15 and weighed 90 lbs lol.

How do you handle those moments in the 2020s when you feel like you're just a kid pretending to be an adult? Cry it out if I need to, but trudge along anyway and hope that I learn something from the whatever it is I need to do.

In the 2010s, what was your worst fashion faux pas that you wish had never seen the light of day? Statement shirts.

Are you now the queen or king of adulting, doling out life advice like Oprah, or are you still secretly calling your mom for help with laundry? I have no shame asking my parents for help. They won't be around forever, so I like having them around as much as I can.

Looking ahead to the rest of the 2020s, what are your hopes and dreams for your adulting journey, and how will you embrace the chaos with a sense of humor? I would just love to be able to travel the world. And be the aunt that sneaks my nieces/nephews out for ice cream or pizza after school.

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Bird

Snow crunched beneath Kal's boots as he strolled down the wooded path with his little friend sitting in the crook of his neck. "You sure you're not cold?"

"No way!" Paige scoffed. "Besides, how will I be able to enjoy the scenery, if I'm cramped in your pocket?"

"Fair enough." Kal chuckled as he glanced over at the borrower. There was no way that little black poncho with an oversized blue button was keeping her warm, but he learned not to question Paige when she is set on something. Her fierce stubbornness was something he loved about her, even at her small size, she still had the confidence of a human… or bean as she typically put it.

A branch snapped nearby making Kal jump; without thinking, he covered Paige with his hand, pressing her small body against his neck. The biker guy used to not be so startled but anytime Paige was out in the open, he couldn't help but fear that someone else could come up unexpectedly.

"Oh come on," Paige squirmed against his palm. "Who could possibly be in the woods?"

"Just stay quiet for a second." Kal said in a hushed tone. Despite the borrower's protest, he stayed still as a statue and his gray eyes darted around the woods searching for a sign of anyone lurking around; yet no one was in sight.

Tiny hands pried at Kal's fingers enough to open them enough to get an annoyed Paige to nearly throw herself out of her hiding spot. Fortunately, Kal squeezed his fingers back shut around her hips, leaving her top half dangling out from his hand.

"You're being paranoid, Kal." Paige huffed, still trying to wiggle herself free.

"And you're being reckless."

A nearby bush started to rustle and out hobbled a little red bird, who's left wing was outstretched. It stared up at the massive blond man with its beady eyes and tried to fly away; sadly, it could only spaz out, flinging snow around.

"Oh, it's just a Cardinal." Kal released a sigh, along with all the tension inside him. His fingers loosened around Paige and she slipped out from her hiding spot. The tiny woman crawled over to the edge of his shoulder to examine the little bird.

"Aw… he's hurt, Kal." She whimpered.

Kal knelt down to get a closer look at the frightful bird. Dried blood caked his feathers, with a couple puncture wounds that were healing. Obviously this Cardinal survived a fight but was suffering for a bit now.

Paige sprinted down his arm and jumped onto the icy ground. The red bird spazzed out more as she inched closer to him. Kal nearly snatched the borrower away to keep her safe but Paige held up her hand to signal him to wait.

"Easy…" she cooed as she inched closer to the Cardinal. His erratic flapping didn't die down until Paige's hand caressed the side of his neck, once he was calm enough, Paige moved over to the bird's broken wing. "Let's get you patched up." She said as she stripped off her poncho and began wrapping it around the bird's wing, he didn't even protest as the borrower brushed over his injuries.

Every time Kal thought Paige couldn't amaze him anymore, she went and did something even more impressive than the last.

"Kal, would you mind carrying him back to the house? I think he needs stitches."

"Oh sure." Kal said, snapping out of his trance. He fished his faded red bandana out of his pocket to wrap around the bird. Paige kept soothing the creature until a gust of wind brushed up against her, the borrower wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to keep herself warm but her body still shivered as the chilly winds died down.

"I think you may be right," Paige turned towards the human. "It is too cold for me."

A smile crept up on Kal. "Then let's head back home." He laid his hand out for the small woman to climb on. She wasted no time getting close to the warmth that radiated off of his hand; once secured, Kal curled his fingers around Paige to keep her safe as he rose her to the denim pocket on his jacket. He opened the flap and uncurled his fingers to let Paige slip inside, the borrower practically dived into his pocket once the cold air hit her skin again.

She adjusted herself a few times before Kal felt her snuggle up into the corner of the pocket, he swore he felt her bury her face into his chest, causing his heart to skip a beat.

Once she was settled Kal reached out and gently lifted the Cardinal. "Now let's try and help you."