#oopsie i just forgot the rest of the word

[menofsweaters]

hey autocorrect, I can promise you that I'm basically never trying to type "cocktail"

[velvateen]

Hii! I wanted to request reader x zoro where he sees you wearing his clothes one day and how he would react!

You can also just do it with the monster trio like the other imagines if you like! :]

forgetful - zoro x gn reader!

zoro forgets his clothes at your place, and loves you see you in them. 500< words.

warnings: a bit suggestive oopsie

You collapsed on your bed after a long day of classes, the sun making the whole day miserably hot. After a moment sinking in the silence, you rolled off your bed and hopped in the shower, eager to be rid of the day. Feeling refreshed, you stepped out of the shower and ran the towel through your damp hair. Still warm from the shower, you wanted to opt for some comfier, loose clothing to spend the rest of your day inside in.

Scanning your room, your eyes caught on a t-shirt laying haphazardly on the edge of your bed.

“Huh, he must’ve forgotten it,” you mumbled, putting the big t-shirt on over your lounge shorts. You yawned, walking to the kitchen to make some lunch before the inevitable post-class nap. Over the sounds of the stove, you nearly didn’t hear the knock at the door. Setting down the spoon, you turned to grab the door.

“Hello!” you sang, throwing the door open playfully.

“He--” Zoro’s voice caught in his throat for a moment before clearing his throat, “Hey.”

Your head tilted at his weird reaction. “What?”

He walked in, setting his bag down on a kitchen chair, “Hm? Nothing.”

You didn’t miss the way he was ducking his face down, eyes rhythmically taking quick glances at you while you cooked. Leaning against the counter, stirring the pot, you eyed him skeptically. Shrugging it off, you grabbed bowls and utensils for the two of you as you plated your lunches. Sitting across from him, it really was getting possible to ignore the way his eyes were studying you, slow and purposeful in their intention.

“What is it, Zo, is there something on my face or what?” He looked down again, attention laser focused on his lunch.

“This is really good,” he muttered into the bowl, shoving his mouth full. You propped your elbow on the table, shrugging, causing the shirt to slip down your shoulder, exposing more of your skin. You honestly didn’t notice, but it was clear that Zoro did when he slammed the table, standing up abruptly, face completely flushed.

“Dammit,” he cursed, quickly making his way to you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but before you could get a word out, Zoro had slung you over his shoulder and was making his way quickly down the hallway.

“What the fuck? If you wanted to take a nap you could’ve just said so,” you protested.

“We’re not sleepin,” he said, a smile evident in his voice as he gently closed your bedroom door.

You weren’t sure exactly what had gotten into him that day, and maybe it was all coincidence, but in the days and weeks following, your closet had grown considerably as Zoro continuously forgot his clothes at your place.

a/n: sorry this was so short anon!! i loved this prompt and i will definitely be posting for the rest of the monster trio and probably ace with this idea in the future. i got so lazy but i was itching to post. thank you so much for your replies and EVERYONE please send me a billion requests i love to see them and stir them around in my brain like smut stew.

note for future requests! i will not write NSFW unless specified! (i wanna write nsfw so give me prompts mwahahaha)

okay guys meow (ciao) •*.

[prvttymochi]

Things I think Matt would say pt 5

Warnings - use of handcuffs, spanking, mentions of sex, mentions of sub Matt

A/n - I don’t know how many of these to put in one post, is this too little or too much??

“I’ve barely even touched you.”

You can feel the smirk on his lips as he says those words. You struggle against the handcuffs he used to keep you still, tears building up in your eyes seeing his smirk deepen. He tsks shaking his head, and kneels on the bed beside you. Stroking your bare legs watching as goosebumps appear.

“Arch your back for me.”

He’d have you on your hands and knees, he’s behind you cooing at your whines as he pulled out. He’d press your shoulders down onto his bed as he tells you to arch. He chuckled evilly at your whines that escape, complaints that it hurts, but he doesn’t care. he loves seeing the pretty arch you have and that he’s the only one that gets to see it.

“Count for me.”

Matt’s done with your shit, watching you purposely flirt with his friends all night. You knew what you were doing and you knew the kind of punishment that would come with it. Thats why you’re bent over his lap, skirt and panties pushed to your ankles as he kneads your ass. His first smack surprised you, making you gasp and grip his thigh forgetting to even count. He only seems to get angrier, giving you another smack which has more force behind it than the first.

“Blindfold me.”

You guys had been making out for a long time, you were in Matt’s lap slowly grinding on him. His hands rested on your hips, just letting you grind on him entranced by the way you took control. He’s moaning softly, panting into the kiss as he attempts to keep up. You leave his lips trailing down to his neck where you begin to leave marks. That’s when the words leave his mouth making you halt your movements. A smirk coming to your lips as you stare down at him, his flushed cheeks and foggy eyes looking up at you.

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A/n- I forgot to post yesterday, oopsies!

[v4mpgutz]

okay but like what about ethan calming you down while you have like a panic attack or something 🥰

'Tis The Damn Season, Ethan Landry [ ONESHOT ]

— anon i kiss your head thank you for this request!

ethan landry x anxious gn reader

note: i had a little trouble coming up with a scenario but i hope this still turned out okay! <3 also this isn't edited oopsie daisy, this is gn reader but was kinda written with afab in mind!

warnings ! — descriptive panic attack, academic stress, nothing else really!

you and ethan had been studying for a few hours, exchanging little bits of commentary between the two of you as you went over the chapters you were told to study by your economics professor.

"hey, i forgot to ask — did you finish the assignment?" ethan asked suddenly, looking up at you curiously.

you swallowed, eyes widened a little as you looked up from your textbook to face him.

"assignment? what assignment?" you asked him, heart pounding in your chest. there's no way there was an assignment you didn't know about, you'd been there for every econ class this semester.

"uh, the one that's due in like three hours? y'know, the three page essay the professor wanted us to write." he seemed to lower his voice a little, almost as if he were to speak any louder his words would cut you like a knife.

"three hours?" your eyes started to water and your eyebrows creased in confusion, panic coursing through your veins.

ethan felt bad now, he hadn't realised you didn't know about it. you must've been so focused in class that you couldn't think about anything else.

you felt your throat run dry, almost like it was closing up. you couldn't afford to miss handing in this assignment. you were already behind in your grades due to family issues last semester, if you failed one more time you could get your scholarship revoked.

"hey, listen to me," ethan called but his voice sounded muffled as your ears rang. it was almost like you were underwater.

ethan was anxious for a minute before he took a breath, he moved forward and slowly reached out for you — worried that if he moved too quick you'd lash out.

your breathing was frantic, tears running down your face as your body rocked slightly in your sitting position.

ethan wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, your back to his chest as he helped cross your arms over your chest — his own arms wrapping around them and pulling them a little tighter against you. he was almost like a compression shirt.

he held you tight, rubbing his hands along your forearms and pressing gentle kisses to your head.

"c'mon, s'okay, baby." he whispered to you as your heartrate and breathing slowed a little.

he rocked you gently, resting his head on your shoulder and whispering sweet words in your ear. "hey, angel, you're fine. just breathe for me, hm?"

once you'd calmed down to a point that ethan was satisfied with he slowly turned you around and held your face against his chest.

"everything is gonna be okay, i'll help you with your assignment. we'll get it done on time, yeah?"

he kissed your head again when you nodded with a sniffle, "yeah."

need an ethan landry hug immediately

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Your butterfly Howdy- so so so obsessed!! please tell me you thoughts I love him!! The thought of him simply falling from his chrysalis in a big sopping mess is so real™ , true butterfly moment

i would be Delighted to Talk. i always am. i have many thoughts always about everything. especially This. gonna add a cut so there's not a wall of text on my blog

okay so 1) i don't think he'd give any warning that he's gonna turn into a chrysalis. probably because he wouldn't realize it's happening bc like... those good ol caterpillar instincts took over <3 also it probably made him very very eepy

in his perspective, he took a nap and woke up spontaneously Different. everybody else had to deal with a solid few weeks of him being a chrysalis. and it's not like he was resting inside it - there is soooo much going on in metamorphosis, caterpillars/butterflies Do Not Rest At All

so when he emerges from the chrysalis (as a pathetic wet rag of a man <3) he's just... so out of it. his memory is a little fucky for a bit, he's weak, & he's exhausted to the point where the only time he's awake is to eat (gotta get that energy back!). that's it. he's dead asleep, wakes up, demolishes an entire bowl of fruit, and passes back out. can't even speak coherently.

he slowly gains lucidity until he's functional. he has a small period of time where he's kind of delirious/loopy from an overdose on Sleep, and it's hell on earth for everyone to deal with. i like to think that his main Watchers during this time are Poppy and Barnaby, both bc they're both big enough to wrangle him and bc of obvious reasons. (Poppy is a worrier and Barnaby is in love with Howdy)

when Howdy's loopyness wears off, he's still very tired and a bit spacey, but hey! he reopens the bodega! not that he needs to, since everyone was getting stuff from it anyway. he has a lot of IOU's in the never-used cash register <3 and lots of sweet notes. everyone missed him <3

so for a while when he's functional-but-Exhausted, he's a bit of a grouch. he simply does not have the energy to deal with Shenanigans and Excitement. if anyone walks into the bodega he's basically like "get your shit and get out, thank you, bye". he still sometimes nods off at the counter. eepy eepy bug.

and i don't think he'd really like his new appearance at first? i get the vibes that he Didn't want to pupate OH MY GOD THAT'S THE WORD! I'VE BEEN USING CHRYSALIZE WHICH ISNT EVEN A WORD BC I FORGOT 'PUPATE'. FUCK!, so he was subconsciously putting it off and was able to live for such a long time as a caterpillar.

but oopsie! he lost the battle of biological will! now he's got So Much Fluff and wings and claws and longer antennae and like... he's blue now. that would probably be at least a little unsettling, especially since he didn't realize it was going to happen. also he has to tailor all of his clothes to fit the wings and the Fluff.

plus, i imagine butterfly/moth wings are a Bitch to deal with. they don't fold like bird or bat wings, and they're kinda delicate - though due to Howdy's size, i'm sure they're more durable than a normal butterfly's - so i bet they are Constantly In The Way. (Barnaby probably makes a joke about how "Eddie's supposed to be the clumsy one" after Howdy knocks over a display with his wings for the umpteenth time. cue Barnaby getting kicked out of the store)

it takes a while for Howdy to get them under Control. they'd probably give away ever emotion he has. angry/frustrated? fluttering like crazy. thinking happy/fluffy thoughts or daydreaming? slow opening-closing. sad/pensive? droopy wing cape. stressed/high-strung? closed tight like a book. etc.

(similarly, his antennae are Very expressive! this is not something he can control unless he focuses extra hard. within a week Frank has memorized what each curl and twitch means)

but once Howdy has reconciled with his new appearance & has wrangled his wings, He Is So Fruity And Even More Eccentric. he fell outta that chrysalis and went "im gay now! 🧚‍♂️💅" kidding Kidding. kind of.

idk why, just... i feel like he gets a confidence boost. he realizes hes a Pretty Boy™️. he's like "this is what it must feel like for Eddie when he does drag". he's got that extra fruity Flair yk yk.

and sure, flowers are a little more distracting to Howdy than they used to be, prefers fruit over greenery, and he can't resist taking a short break every day to sun his wings, but other than that things are mostly normal. he's just extra pretty now.

[covencupid]

I Want You (or The Cabin Story)

Fair warning, I wrote this on discord and then copy pasted it onto docs, so if there are some inconsistencies I apologize, but maybe I just like to keep ya on your toes.

BIG THANKS to @mamamemequeen because I pretty much wrote this in the DMs oopsi.

Danny's had his eye on you. He's been finding himself enjoying the times he interacts with you a little too much. He's got to get you out of his system. A little house call. Once that's done it'll be easier for him to go for the kill. Right?

Pairing: Danny Johnson X Fem!Reader. Use of gendered language.

TW/CW: The usual (stalking, manipulation, threats of violence, actual violence) gore, descriptions of torture, corpses, and murder. Psychological horror, child murder (imma need you to hold your judgement on this one, it's not what you think, but it's also not good), hallucinations, descriptions of visual hallucinations.

Tags will be updated as needed, but to be honest I kinda forgot what I put in this.

I will be posting as much as I can in one go, but it's long, so I might have to upload in parts. Yeah, I'm definitely posting it in parts. This is chapter one.

Word Count is 15k+, this was supposed to be a one-shot about y'all fuckin at the drive-in, I don't know how it happened.

Oh one last thing, there is kinda a prequel/backstory part I haven't finished about Danny and "prom". Whatever you think it is, it's probably not gonna be like that.

Sorry one last last thing that I'm seeing now reformatting this from discord to the docs to here is that I kinda wrote Danny and Reader's POV back and forth but a little inconsistent. I will try to make the changes in POV a little clearer with spacing, but I apologize for any confusion!

Your Place // The Cabin // The Woods

~I Want You~

~Chapter One - Your Place~

Danny waited for the perfect night. A storm was coming. The whole neighborhood was snuggled up tight in their big warm beds and you? You were painting your nails while a gorey Japanese B-Movie played on the small tv in your bedroom. You had no idea you were being stalked, hunted like a deer in the forest. 

Danny had to stop and take a look at you first, before he went in. He saw you, legs bent to give you a place to rest your hands while you painted them. God, your legs. He watched the light of the film dance off your legs, following the glow that reached your thighs. How it faded as it dipped to the little peek of your ass from the bottom of your shorts where you sat. He swallowed harder than he meant to. He’d have to readjust himself before he continued inside.

Danny waltzed into your home from the back patio door. Unlocked? Baby there’s a killer on the loose. He stepped into the dark entry way, noting how little the sound from your room carried. That would be useful. He eased into your hallway hearing the lovely lilt of your laughter as he neared your door. The sound made him salivate. He plucked a delicate metal frame of a vintage botanical illustration and let it fall to the floor as he swiftly crossed past your door to the opposite end of the hallway. In a second you were out and making your way for the pesky little frame.

“God you little shit!” you scolded the picture. You had complained to your friend about the framed piece you had been gifted that had a nasty little habit of slipping off it’s nail. Always a bit too heavy. Danny breezed into your room while you degraded the drawing of little flowers. Too easy. You’re just letting me right in, huh?

“And you better keep it down out there!” you called out to the frame as you shut your door on the way back. When your head whipped back to your bed your heart jumped to your throat and fell back down to your gut. A howling ghost stared back at you, reclined in your bed, your nail polish in hand.

“H-how did y-you-” you struggled to find your words and he, seemingly mercifully, cut you off.

“Get in? You let me in, sweetheart. Thanks by the way, really saved me time.” You could feel his smug smile radiating from underneath his mask. Dread chilled your veins. You were frozen by the door. As much as Danny enjoyed the doe-eyed look of fear you were giving him, you were too far for his liking. He pat the bed beside him. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

For a moment it felt like you lost all ability to move. You lifted your right foot to take a step forward but your leg unexpectedly shook. Before you could process your involuntary movement you heard a laugh from the hooded figure lounging in your bed. “How can I have your legs shaking when I haven’t even touched you?”

Heat spread across your cheeks, breaking through the ice in your veins. Indignation rising in your chest.

“You- You’re a murderer! Showing up here in my bed, I’m gonna be scared! It has nothing to do with- I am not-” The words flowed out from your mouth faster than you could string them together cohesively. The sound of his rippling laughter cut you off. You wanted to slap him and wipe off the smug look you knew he was wearing. He crossed his arms

“Hey! Do I look like a threat to you? I’m just hanging out here. Lookin for a manicure, and maybe a better movie.”

You scoffed. “I can see your knife holster from here, not exactly “hanging out” gear. And for the record Blossom of Blood is a cult classic, not that you would know anything about it.”

Danny leaned forward. “First of all, how do you know I’m not just happy to see you? Second, no. You’re thinking of Bloody Blossom, what you’ve got is the cheap knock off made ten years later. Get your facts straight before trying to get all snobby with me.”

You mouth gaped open and closed like a fish. The nerve of this psycho to break into your home and lecture you about your movie choices.

“Hey” The aforementioned psycho snapped at you. Patting the bed next to him more aggressively. You inched your way closer to him. You felt uneasy looking down at him the moment you reached the bed. He sat comfortably nestled in your plush pillows, using a stuffed animal to prop up his arm. You wanted to beat him over the head with it. It would likely be your final act on this earth, but you felt you would feel at peace. “Sit.” There was no space for argument in his tone. Not exactly a command, but still decidedly firm. You sat where he told you to and began to look intently at your hands, gripping each other tight. From your periphery you could see the black mass of his form lean in to loom over you. You felt him delicately take your chin between his thumb and forefinger with his gloved hand. The skin on your arms pricked up with goosebumps. He’s turning your head to look at him as he’s telling you in a sing-song tone “look at me”.

You stare, wide eyes welling up with tears you wanted to keep hidden, into the black holes of his mask. You wish to look so far into them to reach the eyes you felt boring into you. As your eyes remained locked on him, he plucked your hand from your own grip to place the bottle of nail polish in your palm.

“Go on.” he said as he reclined back into your bed, crossing his feet as he extended a gloved hand out at you.

“Uh- you want me to-?” you looked between the bottle of polish and the masked man before you.

“I said I’m here for a manicure, sweets. Come on and make it nice or ya know…” he wiggled the hunting knife in your face. You gasped and grabbed his other hand in an instant. He chuckled as you held his large gloved hand with your comparatively small one. You held the polish right next to it. Does he want me to take off his glove? Paint the fingers? No, right?

Sensing your conflict, he wiggled his fingers in your face. “You can take it off.” He teased.

You put the polish down beside you as you worked the glove off his hand. You placed it on your lap. You felt hot, feeling his eyes rake over you as you gently held his hand, surprisingly warm. The tips of your fingers lightly grazed over his and felt the callouses there. You felt flushed. A killer walks into your room at night… and he tells you to paint his nails? He’s insane. You laid his hand on your lap as you picked the bottle of black nail polish back up and twisted the top off. You held the bottle between your thighs and picked his hand back up slightly. Your hands shook slightly as the applicator neared his nail bed. When you finally laid the first coat down you felt like you could breathe a sigh of relief.

Danny, feeling your unsteady breath reach the top of his hand, blurted out “Don’t fuck up!” quick enough to make your heart jump.

“Fuck! Don’t do that, that’s gonna make me fuck up!” You gripped his hand a little tighter. The feeling of your soft, warm hands on his sent a wave of heat course through him. He chuckled. As you were about to paint the next nail he quickly pulled his hand back and held it in front of you. A small sound of annoyance got caught in your throat. He reached his hand back out to you but pulled it back when you reached for it. You were getting flustered. The way your brows knotted together as the speckles of blush played on your cheeks was just delightful. It was so easy to work you up. He extended his hand out to you again. You stared at him for a second before going to reach back out for him. You looked between his hand and himself in rapid fire succession until you went to get his hand. In an instant he went to whip back his hand but you slammed your free palm into his and gripped his hand firmly until his fingers softly folded over yours. His fingertips rested on the back of your hand. A soft, self satisfied smile danced on your lips as you plucked the applicator back up to paint the next nail. Danny felt the grip you maintained on him. Firm, warm, tender. As you painted the rest of his nails, his thumb slowly ran along the side of your hand, down to graze your wrist. You just needed his thumb, but it continued it’s slow glide along your skin. What were you feeling? Annoyance for sure, he wants something done and won’t even stop moving to let you do it. But the way his thumb caressed the stretch of skin he was able to reach, you felt a flutter in your belly. Stop, what are you even thinking. His hunting knife is dangerously close to his free hand. But should you tell him to stop? Should you try painting it as it teases the delicate flesh of your wrist? Should you tell him he has to stop, so you can paint his nail. And then? Let him continue? Let him run the freshly painted hand up your arm, up to your neck, down to your- Stop. Just. Stop, what are you thinking? This is a monster, in your bed, in your grasp. Think like you want to make it out alive.

Danny can see the muscles of your throat straining as his thumb stroked up and down. It was getting harder to just have you there sitting in front of him. He was beginning to need to close the distance between you. He noted how intently your eyes watched his thumb dance over your skin. You looked entranced, he wanted to see that pretty face up close. Danny thought about his options. The pros and cons flittered about his head but the most overwhelming image was of you, those pretty legs straddling him as his freshly painted hand gripped the creamy flesh of your thigh. Feeling your palm turn clammy, his grip on your hand turned into a vice as he pulled you down to him with a force that wrenched a yelp from your lips. That was nice. He thought. Oh the sounds you could make for him. His other hand went to grip your waist. Your left leg sat between his as the sudden movement had jerked you haphazardly over him.

“What the fuck?” you managed out as you tried to pull yourself up from the place on his chest where your head landed. He smelled like leather and oak. Something else too, slightly sweet mixed with something metallic. Your free hand helped you gain some leverage on the bed. His hand on your waist went down to pat the side of your thigh.

“Move this over, straddle me.” the words made you blush, this time obvious and bright.

You sat uneasily on his lap, scared to put your full weight on him. Modesty? How cute. Danny mused as he grabbed you by your hips and forced you to sit on him. A little gasp escaped you from the force. Danny was drinking you up. The incredulous look on your face, the way your hands fell to his chest for stability. Fuck. Restraint was going to prove much more difficult.

You felt frozen in place. What the fuck. What in the actual ever loving fuck? The screams coming from the movie on your left made it feel all the more surreal. They were pitched up and down and underscored by a synth that harmonized with the wails. Normally this would be your favorite part to point out to the people who you would (force to) watch this with. Usually met with strained smiles and equally strained eyebrows raised to the hairline. You forgave the expression on account of the dizzying fifteen minute chase scene that preceded it. You acquiesced that it was "a bit much" for the casual viewer, but damn was it beautifully shot. God, you wanted to feel normal again. Movies, and painting your nails, your nails. Not the nails of some psycho freak that is making himself comfortable on your bed. He got mud on your sheets. You wanted to reach your hands just a bit forward, just enough to reach his neck and strangle him. But his chest felt broad, sturdy, and his grip felt strong. You didn't like your odds in that fights. He didn't feel threatening though, hunting knife aside. He felt like a boyfriend trying to turn a movie date frisky. God, what are you even thinking. Be normal for the love of everything good.

You defaulted to your brand of normalcy. "The screams in this scene were pitched up and down according to their tone. If you pay attention you can hear that they added a synth to subtly harmonize with the screaming." The words just tumbled out of your mouth thoughtlessly. You weren't even looking at him. Your eyes were locked on the screen glowing bright with scenes of carnage.

For all of the cruelties Danny had doled out, this was true torture. With the glow of the television illuminating her, she looked absolutely divine astride him. He wanted to see those pretty lips part and recite his name like a prayer, instead he heard her mumble out a little fun fact about the movie he was currently ignoring. He wanted to see those lips move again, closer this time. Danny grabbed at her wrists and pulled her down to be inches away from the mask that hid his cheeky grin. Her forearms were resting on his chest, her hands gripped in fists under his chin. "Tell me again, about your movie."

No, no, no. This is not normal, we are actively walking far, far away from normal. Fuck, he's got my hands restrained. His grip is so strong. The angle he had brought you down to made you arch your hips down. Is that? Oh. You felt him. You wanted to ignore it, to ignore him. The masked killer that was terrorizing your town, a man reacting to you atop him. Your body reacting to being on top of him. What are we doing here? What are you even thinking right now. This is not the time for biological responses, he's a killer! He's not a regular guy.

He pat your thigh at your lack of response. "Hello? Movie? Synths and screams?" You felt his fingers flutter at your hip. You tried to collect yourself.

"Right they- uh the director had them mix in synths kind of like a vocoder to play ben-" a sudden movement jolted you out of your train of thought. He had rolled his hips up as he lifted his legs up. The movement, deliberate and drawn out, elicited a yelp in response from you. With the way it had pressed against your most sensitive spot, the squeak you let out had been dangerously close to a moan. A fact that Danny noted instantly.

"Just trying to get comfortable, sorry go on." he acknowledged as he adjusted his grip on your wrists with his left hand while giving your hip a reassuring pat with the other.

Danny's game with his little pet was having an unexpected effect on him. He had anticipated getting a bit worked up with you. A little edging, if you will. Just playing with his food, nothing serious. But the more Danny played this game, the more he felt he didn't want it to end. Looking at her struggling to form words, he wanted to watch her forget the entire English language underneath him. He let his right hand meander back up to her waist, the glove that remained encompassing the last of his strength of will to not flip her onto her back and fuck her right there. No, no, Danny. Let her talk, or at least try to.

What were you talking about? Right, the fucking movie. "The...movie vi- the cinematographer on this... he only made car commercials before this." You felt him chuckle. A rumble you felt pass through your own chest, down to your belly, down further.

"That's not what we were talking about." You could hear his smile through the mask. You were stumped. You felt trapped in his gaze. Your mind felt like it was turning to mush by the second. "The synths? The vocoder...?"

Right, fuck. What was I thinking? You wanted to disappear. You wanted to this all to be some sort of nightmare. Or wet dream. You felt your legs turn to jelly.

"The vocoder, yeah. It was added in underneath the actor's lines because he wanted to make the dialogue sound like it was coming from hell." Your hips ached to move ever so slightly, to tease him back. Getting comfortable, my ass. Nothing about this felt innocent, of course it wasn't. He broke into your home and made you straddle him. What exactly did you think this was going to be?

Focus on her words, Danny. What's she saying? She could be speaking in tongues by now for all he cared. All that mattered was the way he felt her belly press down on him as she breathed and how her legs had splayed further to accommodate him. Danny didn't exactly have an end goal for this night, but when he felt her hips rock a bit her fate was sealed in stone. This night would end, but their game wouldn't. Besides he still had another hand she needed to paint. He met the movement of her hips by using the hand at his waist to help prop both of them up. The hand that held her wrists now supporting her back. The space between them smaller than ever before. He could almost taste her. He had to. He used the thumb of his gloved hand to hike up his mask up to reveal his jaw. Without a second thought, he held the back of her head and pulled her into an all consuming kiss.

You had thought you made a mistake, trying to match him. You went to far, goaded the bull. Now he was going to kill you. When he hoisted the both of you up you thought he was about to deal his killing blow, maybe slash your throat as you sat upright. The strike never came. Instead, he stopped your heart another way. It had barely registered in your mind that you were actually seeing his lips, seeing a part of his face, before they came crashing down on you. He had taken advantage of the way your mouth gaped open in shock when he had lifted you up to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. It was far more pleasant than death. He was kissing you like he wanted to devour you whole but had to restrain himself. It would be easier to just let him, and just sit there numbly in his hands. But the way his tongue darted in your mouth you felt compelled to chase after him. Your tongue met his with an equal measure of primal instinct. You wanted to familiarize yourself with the taste of his mouth.

Damn this girl. Danny wanted her to fight him on this. Not for the sake of having her struggle, though there was a measure of thrill in that. He wanted an excuse to be annoyed with her. To want to be done with her. Instead she paid him back in kind, her hands resting on his chest inching up to his shoulders. This night was supposed to make it easier for him to kill her off later. Get his rocks off a bit without leaving evidence to find later. Instead that raw, needy feeling that built up inside him when he saw her only continued to grow. This hunger would not be sated, could not be. It would only continue to fester the more he was apart from her. The only way to keep it under control would be to keep her within arms reach. No distance to make the heart grow fonder, only tight, close proximity to make the crushing feeling turn suffocating. Then he would be tired of her, then he could be rid of her. But for now he had to get her out of here, back somewhere he could really stretch his legs. It almost pained him to break from a kiss so decadent. She wore a dreamy, almost dumbstruck expression, with a flushed face and plush, swollen pink lips to match. He wanted to drink her up.

"After all that you're gonna think I'm a real dick for this, but you'll learn to forgive me." Her drowsy expression gave way to a look of confusion. A silent question answered by an equally wordless blow to the side of her head. Light's out. "Sorry, doll. Gotta move the sleepover to my place."

[jujumin-translates]

Event | Act 3.5 Event - NEW ERA GARDEN | EP: New Era Seeds

*Contains spoilers for Act 12 - eternal moment*

Shift: Whoaaa, Reni-san was so cool!

Haruto: Don’t yell! Think about the neighbors! We’re going to get complaints!

Shift: Okay, but like, wasn’t he so cool!?

Madoka: …

Haruto: What’s with the daze? Did you watch it properly?

Madoka: Ah, sorry. I was just imagining the two of you standing on that unfinished stage someday.

Shift: With your script, of course… right, Madoka?

Madoka: Yeah!

Haruto: And I’ll be the lead, obviously.

Shift: No way, I’m not handing that role over to you.

Haruto: Hmph, then you better work even harder if you want to shoot for the top. Otherwise, there’s no way you’ll be standing on that stage.

Shift: Bet. Leave it to me.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kabuto: …So this is Yukio Tachibana and the first-generation MANKAI Company, huh?

Aoshi: …That theater will be our new goal.

Kabuto: Yeah. We’re starting over from nothing. I don’t see how we couldn’t get fired up.

Aoshi: …By the way, I won’t be able to come and wake you up tomorrow. Please make sure you set four alarms.

Kabuto: Zznn--.

Aoshi: That didn’t take long…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Fanboy: Uwhoooaaa! I didn’t really get some of the story, but that was so cool! It was sick as hell…!

Fanboy: (So this is the first generation of MANKAI Company… the ones who started it all…)

Fanboy: (If it weren’t for them, today’s MANKAI Company wouldn’t exist… I can’t thank them enough…)

Fanboy: (It was so worth skipping cram school to watch the stream.)

Fanboy: (I’d kill to go see a play live on Veludo Way… I wanna meet my oshi…)

Fanboy: Oh, right! I gotta make sure all the other guys have seen it too…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Phone notification*

Boy Who Stands Out: Hmm? “Did you watch it?”. I mean, I did, but…

Boy Who Stands Out: I didn’t really get any of it. No way it’s gonna be a banger.

Boy Who Stands Out: I’ll just give a vague response, or whatever. More importantly…

Boy Who Stands Out: …Kyaha! This morning’s post is doing crazy numbers! Literally blessed.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Young Delinquent: I-I said I’m sorry… c’mon… gh.

Boy With Birthmark: …

*Smack*

Young Delinquent: Ughh--hg.

Boy With Birthmark: …

*Two smacks*

Young Delinquent: --Ghugh.

*Phone notification*

Boy With Birthmark: --.

Boy With Birthmark: …Give me a sec.

Young Delinquent: --Gh.

*Fabric rustling*

Boy With Birthmark: “Did you watch it?” …Mmhm, oopsie, I forgot. (1)

Boy With Birthmark: “I’ll just watch the VOD.” Anyway…

Young Delinquent: Haah, haaah… fuck…

Boy With Birthmark: …You’re a stubborn one, huh?

*Smack*

Young Delinquent: --Ghaugh.

*Fabric rustles*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Phone notification*

Refined Boy: “I watched it.” …And, send.

Refined Boy: It was easy to understand with the Shinsengumi theme, and it was really profound and interesting, too.

Refined Boy: I’ll have to give Dad the link to the VOD later.

Refined Boy: --Right, but first I need to submit next month’s shift schedule to my manager.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Yukio: …So, congratulations on the great success of our first-day finale, cheers!

Hiro: Cheers!

Kasumi: Good work, everyone!

Zen: Good work.

Yuzo: The number of viewers of the stream seems to be goin’ strong.

Reni: Thanks to this, the number of subscribers for the New Fleur Award Channel increased, so it was a meaningful performance for the Award Committee.

Syu: Well then, how about we hear a few words from our director?

Yukio: Eh? Me?

Syu: Since you’ve made such a successful comeback, are there any ideas you have for the future?

Yukio: Ah, the future… umm…

Yukio: Actually, I have a favor to ask of you all!

Kasumi: ?

Hiro: Some kinda reform or something?

Yuzo: Are you gonna try and make us do somethin’ else?

Yukio: …Please do theater with me for the rest of our lives!

Hiro: Hah…?

Yuzo: The hell?

Zen: You make it sound like you’re proposin’.

Syu: Hah! So you finally said it. You finally said what you couldn’t say back then.

Yukio: H-Hehe…

Yukio: I was afraid to even think about it, and I didn’t want to say anything as to not interfere with anyone else’s plans. But I’ve been thinking about that ever since Reni and I had our fight and I just wanted to say that…

Yukio: Truly, I’ve always wanted to say that.

Zen: I getcha. Well, I’m livin’ in retirement with nothin’ else to do anyway. I’m with you.

Hiro: I’m also with you. I’ll stay this time until the end because I couldn’t protect what we had back then.

Syu: I suppose if everyone else is on board.

Yuzo: You’ve got my word. I’ll see this thing through.

Kasumi: You’re the one who said “I want to stay close to this troupe and love them forever”, aren’t you? There’s no going back on that now.

Kasumi: I’ll help in any way that I can!

Yukio: You guys… are you serious?

Reni: …I’m sure what you’ll do will continue to be utterly absurd. It’s irritating, but I’ll follow you.

Reni: You’ve been cleared of our long-standing grudge.

Syu: You’re sure piling it on, aren’t you?

Reni: There’s no denying it. I just thought differently then.

Yukio: HUH!? Scary…

Yukio: But are you really finally making peace with things?

Reni: I suppose so.

Yukio: …I’m glad. Because you’re the first person I ever wanted to spend the rest of my life making plays with, Reni.

Reni: --.

Reni: …Hmph, I’m probably the only person in the world who can go along with your recklessness.

Reni: There’s no avoiding it.

[ ⇠ Previous Part ]

• • •

T/N:

(1) Wasn’t sure if I was able to make it come through clearly enough, but he ends his sentence with “ッピ” which is like, a very cutesy way for a fictional character to end their sentences.

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Reborn Again (and again and again)

(Sanzu's bday fic with tones of angst)

(Bonten HaruMai)

It's been a while since I posted my fics here bc no spoons kept my away of tumblr ( I'm gonna try to post all of them and they are always on ao3!)

But.... Sanzu Haruchiyo birthday seems like the perfect occasion for this!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LIL PINK GREMLIN, I LOVE YOU DEARLY AND YOU DESERVE THE WORLD! (but I'm gonna give you angst and a lap full of Mikey, oopsie?)

(link to ao3 in case someone wants to read it there)

Summary: Sanzu remembers his last birthday, bittersweet memories that keep his delusions afloat.

And of course, he'll never lose his faith in his king.

(even when Mikey's eyes are completely devoid of all emotion)

Warnings: Manga Spoilers (Bonten timeline, so yeah), Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Implied Suicide, Mental Health Issues (issues is an understatement xD), Toxic Codependent Relationship, Heavily Depressed Mikey, Burn Out Sanzu, Unrequited Delusional Love, and idk, is Bonten they are so totally not fine and it shows, okay?

Yeah, this fic is an emotional roller coaster, it felt like it writing it and is not less of it as a reader (or I've been told that). Oh, Sanzu is sad and horny bc you can't tell me Bonten Mikey has energy to fuck (or live)

There is a part of the fic inspired on this art, bc Mikey sleeping on Haru's lap is for some reason precious to me 💜

Sanzu was bored, his feet kept tapping the ground, his mind drifting far away from here. He should be paying attention to his surroundings, guarding the building where his king was. 

Instead, he was lost in the memories of his last birthday, almost one year ago. Wondering if it would be different this time, if Mikey remembered his promise. He shook his head, immediately feeling guilty for daring to doubt it. Of course he did, Sanzu was only feeling insecure, nothing new. 

(He had to repeat it as many times as necessary, to convince himself that Mikey’s eyes had not been completely devoid of all emotion for more than a month)

To be fair, the fact that Hangaki didn’t represent any type of threat to his king, wasn’t helping him focus on the present or to keep his thoughts from wandering back to the previous year.

Sanzu was having a shitty day. That wasn’t exactly unusual lately, he had become more and more tired during the last years few months. Exhausted would be the right word, but he couldn’t afford to rest, to even entertain the possibility that he should delegate some of his responsibilities to others if he didn’t want to end up completely burned out. But of course, he couldn't trust anyone else to perform his duties, so Sanzu was forced to continue stretching himself thin.

(If he was more honest with himself, he could admit that he had been falling apart for way too long. But he wasn’t, he couldn’t)

Whatever. He was used to it. He’s handled this weariness before — today wasn’t unique. He was a grown ass man, who definitely wouldn’t throw a tantrum just because everyone forgot it was his birthday. And twenty-seven wasn’t a memorable number either, so who cared? 

This was just Sanzu being salty, tonight's job took up more time than he anticipated, so he had to see Takeomi’s ugly face for way too long. Yeah, it was totally unrelated to the pang of jealousy he felt when he overheard the older man explaining to Kakucho how this week was special, since the anniversary of Senju’s death was close. He wasn’t that pathetic, to hold a grudge because, even now, his sister kept hogging all the attention.

(What sister? Sanzu was an only child, his own mind was playing tricks to him again)

He sighed, using his own set of keys to open the door of Mikey’s penthouse and trying to be as silent as possible. He was fully aware his king wouldn’t be sleeping — it was getting harder each day to convince him to even try it.

It was better to be quiet anyway, at least, until he had a clue of which mood he was going to find. Would it be one of those days of empty glares and cold words, where he was only ‘Sanzu’? Or…

“Haruchiyo?”

A weak whisper, but more than enough for him to quickly locate the source. Mikey was sitting on the sofa, completely in the dark except for the dim light that came through the window, proving the outside world was still there, uncaring and merciless. 

“Hey… I’m back.”

His heart sank when he got closer, finally noticing Mikey’s puffy eyes and his tear-streaked cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to comfort him, caress his beautiful face and erase any trace of pain in it. But he knew better. Years of walking on broken glass around his lover taught him better.

(Was ‘lover’ the right word? When he had to repress his own feelings, pretending there was no love in order to stay by Mikey’s side? Probably not)

“What’s wrong?��� 

He asked cautiously, sitting on the nearest armchair. Mikey blinked a couple of times, looking at him in awe, almost like he was processing that Sanzu was really here.

“I thought you wouldn’t come tonight.” 

There was no point in reminding him that he could just text or call —that no matter what he was doing, Sanzu would leave it in a heartbeat to run to his king's side. Mikey was fully aware of it, but he refused to show this type of weakness.

“I’ll always come back to you, Mikey.”

He gave him a soft smile, hoping it was somehow reassuring. It seemed to work, considering the next moment he had a lap full of Mikey, wrapping his arms around Haruchiyo’s neck and hiding his face in it. He didn’t have to think twice before hugging him back and gently pulling the thin body closer.

“I’m sorry, the deal took longer than I thought.” 

A noncommittal hum was the only answer he received,  another sign that Mikey cared less every day about his own organization. It was fine, Sanzu could keep the gears turning and perfectly greased, waiting until his king was ready to step back in the game and take what was rightfully his. 

“But I’m here now, I’m right here…” 

His voice dripped with affection, his touch conveying the same feeling as he started to play with the white locks. The soft caresses spoke louder than the words he’ll never say. It was fine — he was good at hiding parts of himself, burying it with all his secrets.

(So many secrets, weighing him more every day, slowly drowning him until he couldn’t recognize his own reflection)

“You are.” Mikey finally lifted his head, looking at him like he was trying to figure out something. “Even if this morning…”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” 

It was a lie, they both knew it. Of course he remembered how detached his king had been, how disgusted he looked by his weak attempt at cuddling. The cold voice, clearly commanding him to disappear from his sight. ‘Don’t you have work to do, Sanzu?’

It was a lie, one of the many he carefully crafted for Mikey’s sake. There was no need to dwell on it when Sanzu wanted to comfort him, not burden him with guilt. Especially when the cause was his own inability to hide his stupid hopes and desires. 

“Apparently about nothing.”

“Yep, nothing at all.” He repeated, softly brushing a strand of hair out of Mikey’s eyes and kissing his forehead, earning a simper in return.

Wait, what? A smile? A coy one, small and probably easy to miss for anyone else. But not for him, Sanzu was able to spot the most subtle change in his king’s expression, and this wasn’t subtle. A genuine smile on Mikey’s face? And thanks to him? 

Sanzu’s inner turmoil disappeared. The fatigue that he constantly carried with him was gone too. Just like that, a simple gesture from his king, made everything better, all the problems more than worth it as long as it meant protecting these rare moments of happiness.

(A necessary reminder of why he kept fighting, always so restless, refusing to let go, reinventing himself over and over)

He leaned in to cross the small distance between their lips, kissing him slowly, wanting to savor the moment. There was no rush for once, and even if he longed for more, even if his body reacted to the closeness and the familiar taste, he knew too damn well Mikey’s libido had been practically nonexistent lately. 

No matter how much he yearned to go further, he’d take whatever his king offered to him without presumptions. For now, Sanzu was content with the way Mikey’s lips parted, allowing his tongue to explore freely. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning inside the kiss, realizing he sounded too desperate. 

Damn it, when was the last time they actually had sex? He couldn’t recall when it was, but he could clearly see the memories – the way Mikey whimpered in his ear, his body pressed against the shower wall… 

Fuck, he had to calm down before his own neediness tarnished this moment doing something stupid — Like pressing Mikey’s warm body down onto his growing erection, bucking his hips slightly, rubbing himself just enough to feel the friction against that tight ass he adored so much… Stop it, brain!

“Sorry…”

Sanzu pulled away from the kiss with a flustered face, looking at Mikey with glossy eyes and pressing their foreheads together, still catching his breath. 

“Why are you apologizing, Haruchiyo?” There was a sad undertone in his voice that didn't go unnoticed. “It’s me, I can’t even give you that, you should…” 

“Don’t go there.” He gently placed a finger in front of the other’s lips. “I don’t need it, okay? I can live perfectly fine without fucking.”

“But you want it.” Mikey deadpanned. 

“Of course I do, because you’re gorgeous and I can’t help feeling attracted to you.” He gave him a soft peck. “And that’s on me, you don’t owe me anything, alright? Having you in my arms like this is already the best birthday gift I could ever wish for.”

“What?!” 

“Nothing.” It was too late — he knew as soon as he saw Mikey’s eyes widening in a mix of surprise and clarity.

“Fuck, it’s July… That’s not nothing!” He groaned in frustration. “Did you get to celebrate it at least?” 

Judging by the way Mikey looked at him, the answer to this was probably written in his face. That was the exact reason why he didn’t tell him, to absolve him of the guilt, to prevent him from falling deeper into self-loathing. 

“It’s okay, we can still celebrate it together if you want-”

“It's not even your birthday anymore.” 

His rage was icy cold, Sanzu was sure the temperature of the whole room dropped a few degrees. Suddenly he was freezing, despite the anger not being directed at him for once. 

“Then we don’t? It’s not a big deal, really, there will be other occasions. It happens every year, right?” His gaze stared at him with disbelief. “What? I’m serious, I don’t need some fancy ass shit, this is already perfect.”

“Haruchiyo…” Whatever his king wanted to say, the way Sanzu hugged him tighter seemed to change his mind. Instead, he sighed, burying his face on the crook of his neck. “Fine. Next year?”

“Next year it is.” 

He started to stroke his hair once again, wanting to leave this conversation behind. It was true, his day got infinitely better the moment Mikey sat on his lap and hugged him. Sanzu couldn’t ask for more, because there was nothing but him.

“I won’t forget it, I promise.” 

Sanzu gasped at the honesty in those words, a lump in his throat that threatened to make him cry, touched by his king making a promise to him. It wasn’t going to happen, he couldn’t put his own burden on Mikey, it was his to bear alone. 

(Alone and isolated inside of his own mind)

“I know you won’t Mikey, I believe in you.” 

He whispered with raw devotion. He will never lose his faith in Mikey, because as long as his king kept breathing… Everything was possible. 

Sanzu smiled softly, melting slightly with the memory of how Mikey ended falling asleep on his lap, of how he made sure to stay still, to not interrupt the other’s dreams. If he closed his eyes, he could see how perfect Mikey looked when he woke up hours later, well rested for once. The way his face lit up when he saw that Sanzu was still there, hugging him for hours and making sure he was comfortable. He could even feel the lingering sensation of his lips on his own… Damn it, how could he miss Mikey so much when they were almost living together?

(It was due to Mikey fading in front of him, disappearing somewhere out of his reach. No, he couldn’t admit that)

He sighed, frustrated with himself. He was doing it again, yearning instead of being grateful for what he was given. 

A sudden change in the white noise from nearby pedestrians forced him to snap out of his inner turmoil. He lifted up his head, scanning the surroundings to find the source of the commotion. 

Sanzu’s eyes widened with panic, the world went silent. Except for the echo of his own delusions shattering into thousand pieces, ringing in his ears for a split second that lasted for ages.

“Mikey?!!”

[sangoqueenkoko]

KAVEH

beautiful

Fluff

MAIN MASTERLIST | DENDRO MASTERLIST

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my baby boy kaveh came home! cocogoat came first but he bought dehya along!

Summary: he simply cannot get enough of you, to him you are simply beautiful. and he can just go on and on explaining how.

Warnings? Non! Just Kaveh being himself <3

Uploaded on my birthday!

Contains Alhaitham and my bbg, Kaveh!

There Alhaitham was, sitting in his room with his nose in a book. Well... it was. That was until Kaveh came into his room to give him his clean clothes, as it was his turn to do them that week. And he had not long come back from a date with you. And my oh my! Alhaitham was convinced at some point he could see hearts in his eyes. He was defiantly struck with cupids bow.

He knew you were beautiful.

Alhaitham sighed, his hand resting on the side of his forehead, "will you calm down and give talking a break for a while? You have been talking to yourself about (Y/N) ever since you came home from your date. I could even hear you from here while you were doing the house chores! Through closed doors!"

"Sorry Haitham" Kaveh said, with a genuine tone, "but they're just so nice! They don't mind if I just talk on and on, th-they just listen! Not saying that you don't, but they- I like them Alhaitham. I really do. I think they're beautiful."

He mentioned that word a lot.

Beautiful.

Kaveh's roommate thinks that he tends to be overly sensitive about everyone and everything he crosses paths with, and he's constantly making a fuss about nothing. Maybe it's because he's too emotionally fragile? That's what he thought, but ever since he met you, Kaveh has been much happier, with a genuine smile. And both of them were Okay with the idea if Kaveh forgot his keys, which that being a lot of the time, he could stay with you for the night. This means Alhaitham can get a quiet night's sleep.

Until there are nights when he can't.

And that was because Kaveh was awake doing his architecture stuff, OR, you had come over for the evening. Alhaitham didn't mind at all, he loves you, and he thinks you're a real sweetheart. But the thing that annoys him is when Kaveh doesn't tell him in advance so that he can tidy up the place to make it pleasant for guests. Which of course you said you didn't mind.

But after you left, Kaveh got a small scolding from Alhaitham.

...

Anyway! Ahem...

"Alhaitham?" Kaveh called out as he stood by the front door inside their shared house, "do you know where I put my keys when I came in yesterday?" he asked, as when he came in yesterday, he was a little preoccupied, you see, it was your birthday soon, and Kaveh wanted to make you something absolutely perfect, something that you will remember until the end of the universe. But amongst making your present, he had realised that he needed something as he was cut short, thus him needing to go shopping. But he needed his keys. Wherever they may be.

"Uh, no idea" Alhaitham said as he was, surprise surprise, reading a book. Hoping that he answered correctly as he wasn't really paying attention.

"Ugh fine, you better be home when I get back!" Kaveh exclaimed, opening the door before leaving with what mora that he had saved up for anything for you. He would rather not be locked outside. Again.

Whilst walking down the busy streets of Sumeru City, Kaveh counted the mora he had in his little pocket purse to make sure he had all that he needed. Until he accidentally bumped into someone, sending them and himself to the ground, some coins falling to the ground with them.

He sighed and shook his head, rapidly collecting himself before looking up to see who fell with him.

And oopsie daisy.

It was you.

"(Y/N)! I am so sorry! A-Are you Okay?" He asked as he got up and immediately helped you onto your feet and collect the dropped mora.

"Yeah, I'm fine" he nodded with a smile and a small laugh, "may I ask what you're in the city for? Do you mind if I join you?"

"Not at all" he chuckled, melting at the sight of your beautiful smile, "I just came out to pick up some things I need for a project. I hope you'll like it when it's done."

And once it is done, he will get to see your beautiful smile once again.

--

god i am so rusty

apologies that it is short, it has been a while, life is a bummer

aiya

he’s so baby boy

[rubykgrant]

(just thinking some Alpha thoughts... when he was being moved from Freelancer facilities, but before he was "Church")

He wasn't supposed to activate the unit, or engage with it in any way.

New input could confuse it later. They wanted it to be as much of a "blank slate" as possible. It was safer to let it "sleep" until the implant process was over.

That doesn't mean accidents don't happen...

Agent Florida "tripped" in the room on the transportation ship that held all the equipment related to Project Freelancer that needed to be set up ahead of time at the new Sim Trooper bases. Most bases had some radio equipment from the beginning, but others needed to be properly enhanced for "special missions"; certain training exercises for the Freelancer Agents, various psychological tests suggested by Price, the occasional engagement of REAL threats... and this. This was a VERY special mission.

On one of the shelves was a small, see-through container that held a tiny electronic device. This was the unit for the Alpha AI.

When Florida caught himself from falling, his hand pushed against the container. A little light on the unit flickered on.

"Oh, dear. It looks like I just picked a bouquet of oopsie-daisies!"

The thing about Florida, and the way he spoke; he always managed to sound genuine, no matter what, usually being some combination of unsettling and cheerful, threatening and positive. You could never tell if he was serious, or if he was putting on an act.

At the sound of an external voice, a hologram flickered above the unit; it was faint and uncertain... but it slowly took the form of a tiny soldier in pale white armor.

"Hello?"

"Well, hello there. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you..." Florida greeted the AI, trying to keep it calm. "I hope it wasn't too much of a shock,"

"No... I- I just thought..." the AI shifted for a moment, as if it couldn't remember what it was going to say.

"Yes? What were you thinking?" Florida asked. He really should be giving it one of the orders that would prompt it into returning to "sleep". Once the AI was implanted, it would have more resistance to these orders... right now, it was more open to suggestion, more pliable.

He SHOULD do that... but maybe he was a little surprised, and forgot the code-words for the specific orders in the moment. Maybe he just didn't want to miss such a rare opportunity; speaking to a very unique AI, that had been created in a very unique way, and was currently in a very unique situation.

"No, sorry. I don't- I don't know... um, where are we?" the Ai seemed to almost forget about being nervous, instead becoming pleasantly interested in the surroundings.

"Well, we're on a ship. A transport ship. It has a lot of cargo, and a few passengers. We're traveling through space, going to a location that needs to be prepped before... the rest of the guests arrive. I want to make sure everything is PERFECT for them," Flowers explained.

"Oh. Are they going to live there?"

"Hmm, yes, I'd like to think of it that way. A new home, for one big happy family!" Florida stepped closer as he spoke, leaning toward the AI.

"Is that where I'm going?" the looked up at him; the 'face' was just a transparent helmet, but Florida could imagine a sensation of hope in that gesture.

"It is indeed. In fact, it wouldn't be complete without you," Florida replied.

"Well, that's... good. I guess. I don't know if I'm actually THAT important... I don't know... I don't really know who I am," doubt. A hint of fear? Perhaps. Still too dazed and 'emotionally numb' for that to mean anything. "Um. Who are you? I mean- do I know you?"

"Well, we haven't been formally introduced before, and this is the first time I've had the pleasure to speak with you. But I think you used to know me," Florida let those words hang in the air, curious how the AI would react.

"I did? I guess I forgot. Sorry about that... I feel like I forgot a LOT of things. Or maybe I lost a lot of things, but I can't remember what..."

"Hmm, that is a bit of a pickle, isn't it? Like a tune stuck in your head, but you can't remember the words to the song. Well, for now, I don't want you to worry. I'm here to make sure you have a safe trip, and once we get to your new home, you can get settled, then-"

"Knock-knock!" came a voice at the door; no actual 'knocking' taking place. The door slid open automatically, and another soldier in full armor strode in.

[targaryen-madness]

Highlights from chapter 7-

Aegon and Lydia have been hanging out?? How dare

Idk much about Viserys in this au, are we supposed to be sad he’s dying? 😬

Oopsie I powered through the rest of it and forgot to take notes 🤦🏻‍♀️

Poor Egg he really likes her he’s just so bad at communicating that…bunny of course interprets his words in the worst possible way…

Bye Vizzy, I won’t miss you (others might but idk why…maybe he was a good dad in this au?? Guess we’ll find out)

Damn that was so hot tho…I love fics that support my head canon that aegon knows how to fuck, keeps me going through the horrors

Thin Ice (modern!HOTD)

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Cregan Stark x Reader

summary: The end of the fall semester is a week away! One game left before winter break, and you decide to send Aegon a message.

rating: 18+ (detailed warning below the cut)

series masterlist

previous chapter ~ Ch. 7: Superstitious ~ next chapter

warnings: p in v, choking, thigh riding, angst, spanking, hair pulling, language

note: hope you enjoy this chapter! don't hate me too much for the angst you know I can't help myself!!

dividers by @firefly-graphics

“I have to go home,” Helaena tells you, dropping her bag and joining you and Sara on the blanket you’ve laid out on the quad.

Sara lowers her sunglasses. The days have turned significantly colder with the end of the semester looming, but today the sun had decided to show itself, leading to many students skipping their afternoon classes to sunbathe on the quad.

“What are you talking about?” Sara asks, eyebrows furrowing together with confusion.

“There’s still a week left before winter break!” you exclaim, motioning to the books you held in your lap.

Finals season. Finals season was killer. 

Aegon had passed his midterms. He’d sent you an appreciative text that sent you spiraling and then hadn’t texted you since. It had been a couple of weeks. You were sure he’d reach out, especially after his annoyance at you avoiding him. 

But he hadn’t.

You wished it wasn’t eating away at you, but it was. Even when you hung out with Cregan, went on several more dates to dinner, the movies, and ice cream. Your mind constantly wandered back to Aegon. 

Bastard. 

“My dad’s getting worse,” Helaena admitted, crossing her legs as she sat.

You and Sara exchanged a pained glance. You knew Helaena’s father wasn’t doing well, his health had been steadily declining the past few years. He seemed to be pretty stable the past year, Helaena hadn’t shared any updates. 

Aegon hadn’t shared anything with you.

Not that he needed to. What were you even? Friends? Classmates? Lovers? You cringed internally at the thought. 

“I wanted to stay for Egg’s last game before winter break,” Helaena said, shaking her head, 

“But..I don’t know. I just have a feeling.”

“What kind of feeling?” Sara probed.

Helaena pursed her lips, eyebrows knitting together. She looked past you and Sara as though seeing something far away that the both of you could not see. 

“Just like…it may be sooner than I thought,” she tells you both, “and I want to be able to say goodbye.”

“What about Aegon?” you blurt out, unable to stop yourself.

Helaena glances at you, but there’s no suspicion in her eyes even as she takes in the blush blooming on your cheeks.

“He’s in the family group chat,” she tells you, “He sees Mom’s texts. I can’t corral all my brothers, they can come if they want to.”

You nod, pulling your eyes away from her gaze.

“Has he mentioned something?” she asks.

“What?” you answer, “To me? Why would he mention something to me?”

Sara grimaces at the defensiveness of your tone. You can feel sweat beading on the back of your neck. 

“You’re his tutor, aren’t you?” she questions.

“We sort of stopped that.”

“Oh,” Helaena says, picking at a loose thread on her jeans, “That’s a shame.”

“Is it?” you ask, “Aegon wasn’t super serious.”

“He was really proud of his midterm, look,” Helaena says grabbing her phone.

She turns the screen to you and you’re greeted by a selfie of Aegon holding the blue test packet up next to his grinning face. His eyes are crinkled with how hard he’s smiling, and his finger points to the B- written in red on the top corner. You can’t stop the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips or the way your heart begins to beat furiously in your chest as you stare at Helaena’s phone.   

“He worked really hard,” you tell Helaena, “But my tutoring days are over.”

“Maybe Lydia will help him,” Helaena muses, swiping through her notifications.

You tilt your head, curiosity gnawing at your insides. 

“Lydia?” you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral.

Sara flicks her gaze toward you, raising an eyebrow. Helaena hums, still scrolling through her phone. Sara bites her lip, fighting a laugh before making a curious face.

“Are they dating, Hel?” Sara asks, and you widen your eyes at her.

Sara merely shrugs. 

“Um, well Egg doesn’t really date, but they’ve been spending a lot of time together since formal,” Helaena tells her, finally glancing up from her phone, “Why do you ask?”

“I’m curious about all the hot men on campus,” Sara says, smiling.

“Gross,” Helaena answers, “Shouldn’t you only be concerned about Jace?”

“I’m very concerned about Jace,” Sara says, placing a hand over her heart, “Concerned about his gorgeous, thick, co-”

“Enough!” Helaena interrupts, covering her ears. 

Sara snickers and you rise from the blanket, gathering your things.

“Where are you going?” Sara asks, watching you pack your bag.

“Class.”

You head out, leaving your friends on the quad without saying another word, stomach churning at the thought of Aegon and Lydia. 

You don’t see Aegon as you’re sitting with Sara in the bleachers before the game. Both of you are clad in Cregan and Jace’s jerseys. 

It’s tradition, the last game before winter break, the end of the first half of the season. 

“You’re dating the goalie, you wear his jersey,” Brandon Karstark had told you.

“Silly superstition,” Arryx argued.

“It’s not like she’s his girlfriend,” Reese Bolton had said.

It was true. You and Cregan had been on several dates and made out in his car, but you hadn’t gone any further. In any way. 

“Doesn’t matter,” John Umber told his friend, “She still has to wear it.”

I see you at another game in his jersey, I’m fucking you in it.

When the team comes onto the ice, the crowd roars, the sound of cheers almost deafening. You watch the team do a lap around the ice, Cregan sparing you a wave, and the flash of a smile, Jace close on his tail. You spot Aegon, he’s hard to miss, at least to you. 

I see you at another game in his jersey, I’m fucking you in it.

His threat lingers in your mind, sending an ache between your thighs. When he looks up at the stands, his violet eyes meet yours. You cross your arms over your chest, trying to make sure your face doesn’t give away any of the mixed emotions you’re feeling. 

Aegon drags his eyes down your face to your chest, drinking in the outfit you’re wearing. You dressed it up, the jersey falling right to the middle of your thighs completely covering the biker shorts you paired underneath. Fishnet tights decorate the rest of your legs and Aegon’s gaze hungrily follows the pattern down to your ankles. 

As he brings his eyes back up to meet yours, you can feel your cheeks burning. Aegon grins, showing all his perfect, pearly white teeth, cocking his head to the side. No words are exchanged between you, but you understand what that look conveys.

You fucked around, you’re about to find out. 

Naturally, after the team wins they head to the hockey house. You’d hoped to cling to Cregan at the party to avoid Aegon, but your plan came crashing down in the last five minutes of the game. A fight broke out on the ice leading to a broken nose and Cregan headed to the ER. 

He insisted you not wait around for him.

“These things take hours,” he told you, voice muffled from the soaked rag pressed against his face, “Seriously, not the first time not the last. Don’t waste your night in the ER.”

So you ended up clinging to Sara instead, effectively cockblocking your best friend to her dismay. 

“Where are you going?” you ask Sara, as she heads upstairs. 

“I’m just running to Jace’s room, will you chill?” she tells you, “Aegon is nowhere to be found. You’re good.”

“Sara,” you begin, but trail off.

What are you supposed to say? Aegon threatened to fuck you, and you went and poked the bear? 

“Relax,” Sara tells you, “I’m going to grab my coat, grab Jace, and then we can go back to the apartment.”

“Promise?” you ask.

“Give me five minutes,” she says and disappears upstairs. 

Five minutes go by. 

Then ten.

Then fifteen.

You text her several times. Nothing.

“This fucking whore,” you mutter, heading up the stairs. 

You’re not sure which room is Jace’s. Last time you were in the hockey house you were wasted before you passed out in Aegon’s bed. You try the first door. Locked. You bang on it for a moment, hearing only giggles, none of which sound like Sara. You move down the hall.

An empty room, a bathroom, two girls who throw a shoe at you when you interrupt their rendezvous. And then a silver-haired boy, sat on a small couch next to his bed, violet eyes meeting yours when you open the door.

Aegon.

Shit. 

“Hey bunny,” he says casually, closing the book on his lap, and tossing it onto a side table. 

He leans back, arms spread over the back of the couch. He’s freshly showered, hair still slick with water, droplets falling onto the white t-shirt he wears. He grins at you, eyes falling to Cregan’s jersey you’re still wearing. 

“I’m looking for Sara,” you tell him, going to close the door.

“Funny you should say that,” he says, standing suddenly.

You frown, trying to avoid glancing down, instead focusing on the dark black of his pupils. 

“Why?” you ask.

Aegon walks toward you, slowly, like a lion stalking its prey. He makes his way in front of you, reaching behind you and pressing the door shut. He’s so close you can feel his breath on your cheek, feel the warmth from his chest. 

“I think she’s preoccupied,” he tells you, grimacing. 

“Do you and Jace have telepathically communicate?” you ask, frustrated, “Seriously? Why is he so okay with your scheming?”

“He’s my bro,” Aegon says, feigning offense. 

You roll your eyes. 

“Where are they?” you ask.

“Don’t interrupt their fuc-”

“I don’t care if he’s balls deep Egg!” you say loudly, “Where are they?”

“Your apartment, jeez,” he says, laughing at the groan you release, “They left out the back.”

“I’m going to kill her,” you tell him.

“Don’t be mad, bunny,” he says, reaching for your hand.

Aegon laces his fingers through yours, watching them for a moment before bringing his eyes back to your face. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” you tell him, but you don’t pull your hand away.

“Like what?” he asks, swaying slightly.

“Like you’re going to fuck me,” you tell him, “Not happening.”

Aegon sinks his teeth into his lower lip.

“If you didn’t want me to fuck you,” he begins, “Why did you wear that?”

Your face flushes as he motions to the jersey.

“I was very clear,” he tells you, “And you’re a very smart girl.”

You swallow as he brings his hand to the collar of the jersey, rubbing the material between the pads of his fingers. 

“You just trying to be a tease, bunny?” Aegon asks, eyes roaming down your figure, “Cause you look fucking amazing. You know how hard I was on the ice?”

Your breathing has turned shallow, coming out in short pants. 

“You wanna feel how hard you make me?” he asks softly, bringing your hand to his crotch. 

You can feel him, hard and wanting, straining against the jeans he’s wearing. Your lips part slightly as he rocks his hips against your hand. 

“You want to go?” Aegon asks, “This is your chance.”

He rocks against you again, pressing himself against your hand. You can already feel the heat pooling between your thighs, the dull ache beginning. You stare at him and swallow the lump forming in your throat. 

“I don’t want to go,” you breathe and Aegon smiles.

He looks up at you as he begins to sink to his knees. He places a kiss on your stomach, down the tops of your thighs, on your knees, before parting your legs. He drags down your biker shorts, throwing them to a corner of his room.

“I’m going to tear these off with my fucking teeth,” Aegon murmurs, mouthing the fabric of your fishnets, swirling his tongue along the smooth skin of your inner thighs. 

You squirm against his mouth as he presses a kiss to your barely clothed core. You grab a fistful of his hair, yanking him away from you suddenly. Aegon looks up at you, the picture of perfection, an angel on his knees for you. 

“Get up,” you tell him, and he moves to his feet, his hands never leaving your thighs, traveling over the swell of your hips, up your ribs. 

You move his hands off of you, pushing a hand against his chest to push him down onto the couch. He sits, head tilted back watching you as you straddle his lap. Aegon wraps his hands around your waist and you remove them once more. 

“No,” you tell him, holding his hands above his head. 

You know you must be blushing furiously, you’ve never been this domineering in bed before. Aegon looks up at you as you grind yourself against him, feeling him grow harder beneath you. His jaw is slack, violet eyes are blown black with lust, never leaving your face with every roll of your hips. 

You tilt your head to the side. Fake it till you make it, that’s what Sara says. Pretend you’re confident.

“Why should you get to touch me?” you taunt, wetting your lips.

Aegon’s eyes widen slightly, surprised by your sudden dominance. He smirks, a small laugh leaving his perfect lips. 

“Oh, you’re so gonna get it,” Aegon says softly, fire in his violet eyes.

He doesn’t stop you though, doesn’t twist his wrists from your grasp. 

“No, I don’t think so,” you tell him, “I don’t share with anyone. Got it?”

“There’s no one else,” Aegon answers immediately, “No one but you.”

You tilt your head to the side, a smirk sliding onto your face. 

“You’d lie to my face?” you tease, “I know you’ve been seeing Lydia, Hel told me.”

“I’m not seeing Lydia,” Aegon tells you, “Well, I’m not anymore.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“What about you, hypocrite?” Aegon asks, tilting his chin up at you, “Still walking Cregan like a dog, I see.”

Then he tugs his wrists free, snaking a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you closer so his lips ghost the shell of your ear. 

“He fuck you like I do?” he murmurs, pressing a hot kiss below your ear. 

Your eyes flutter shut as his free hand moves to grab your ass. 

“He make you cum as hard as I do?” he asks, kissing a trail down your neck. 

You wet your lips, fingers tangling in his hair pulling him closer.

“Yeah, he does,” you breathe and you can feel Aegon smile against you.

“Fucking dirty little liar,” he says, pressing your lips against his.

The kiss is hungry and desperate; Aegon’s hand holds your neck so you couldn’t move away even if you wanted to. Not that you want to. When Aegon kisses you, you want him to consume you completely. 

He slips you almost completely off his lap, so you’re straddling his thigh. Your eyes widen as he presses you down against him.

“C’mon ride it,” he tells you, “I know you know how.”

You meet his eyes and he grins. He fucking knew. Of course, he did.

You roll your hips against him, just like that first night at the hockey house. His hands cup your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as you grind against him. 

“Just like that, there’s my good girl,” he purrs, dragging a hand up your back.

You whimper as he wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough for your air supply to be deliciously depleted. The friction is perfect as his jean-clad thigh presses against your warm center, every roll of your hips sending sparks of pleasure dancing throughout your body.

“You gonna cum? Or do you need an audience like last time?” he teases, referencing the party.

“Fuuuck,” you choke, as Aegon tightens his grip and your curse turns into a high-pitched keen as your orgasm floods through you. 

Aegon releases your throat, picking you up and standing, moving to throw you on the bed. He roughly turns you onto your hands and knees. You push onto your forearms as Aegon’s hands move near your center, tearing through the fabric of your fishnets. 

“I liked those!” you hiss, feeling him move the lace of your thong out of the way.

You hear him chuckle darkly, hear the zipper of his pants and feel the tip of his fat cock sliding through your slick folds.

“You’ll like this more,” he tells you, “Promise, bunny.”

Then he’s sinking into you and every witty retort you can think of slips from your head. Aegon rocks his hips against yours and your hands clutch the comforter seeking purchase. You grit your teeth, trying to not give him the satisfaction of a moan. 

“Oooh, you are mad at me, huh?” Aegon teases, delivering a harsh thrust.

You bite the inside of your cheek, falling from your forearms, cheek pressing against the bed as Aegon continues to pound into you, bringing a hand down to slap your ass. The mark stings and Aegon rubs his hand over it before delivering another blow. 

A whimper escapes your lips when he angles his hips just right, the head of his cock bullying into your sweet spot. Your eyes nearly roll back into your head when he leans forward, focusing on the spot he’s located. 

“C’mon tell me how good it feels,” Aegon says, snapping his hips.

He brings his hand to the back of your head, pulling you up by your hair. 

“Tell me,” he whispers in your ear. 

“Fuck,” you moan, unable to help yourself.

“Touch that pretty little clit, right now,” he demands, and you bring your hand between your legs.

You rub nice slow circles around your aching clit, fingertips brushing against Aegon’s cock each time it slides in and out.

“There’s my good girl,” Aegon croons, “Even when she’s mad she listens so well.”

Gods there’s something about his voice, something about the way he talks you through it, it has your back arching, moans and whines spilling from your lips as you’re thrown over the edge once more, cunt spasming around his cock. 

Aegon slows his thrusts as you cum, still painfully erect as he pulls out, tapping the side of your ass. You turn around, laying on your back, panting as you look up at him. 

He holds his tongue between his teeth, eyes falling to your chest. 

“Take that fucking thing off,” he tells you and you move the jersey over your head. 

“And that,” he says motioning to your bra.

That lands on the floor as well, leaving you in your ruined fishnets and thong. Aegon climbs on top of you, dragging his mouth across your breasts, stopping to roll your nipples between his teeth and tug on them harshly. 

He continues to worship your body with his mouth before he slides himself back into your warm, tight center. You lock your legs around his waist, raising your hips to meet his thrusts. 

“Do I fuck better than him?” Aegon asks, “Tell me.”

You meet his eyes then, and you know your facade has faded. Aegon smiles then, showing all his teeth.

“You haven’t even fucked him, have you?” Aegon asks.

You don’t answer, trying to capture his lips in a kiss. Aegon turns his head from your needy lips.

“You are my good girl,” Aegon tells you, sending fire pooling in your belly.

“Yes,” you whimper, “Yes, I am.”

Aegon kisses you then as a reward, slow and sensual as he thrusts deeply into you. He’s so deep inside you, your denials from earlier spill past your lips.

“You fuck me so well,” you whimper, “No one could fuck me like you.”

You know you might regret the confession, but you can’t find it in you to care at the moment. 

“I know baby, love fucking you,” he murmurs against your mouth, “God this pussy, fucking made for me.”

“Fuck yes yes right there-!” you whine as he presses himself into you.

Tears blur your vision as your legs begin to tremble with the promise of your third release. 

“Oh god, oh fuck-” you squeak as your third orgasm rips through you, Aegon never slowing his merciless pace all the while.  

“So fucking good,” Aegon moans as your pussy clenches, milking his cock until you feel him twitching inside you, the warmth of his release painting your inner walls. 

He kisses you slowly and passionately, with his cock still nestled deep inside of you. As he pulls out of your warmth he keeps his arms around you, dragging you to lay across his chest. Your breathing returns to normal, your limbs feeling like jelly as you listen to the steady drumming of his heartbeat. 

“You can’t have it both ways, you know,” you tell him, not looking into his eyes. 

You expect to feel him tense beneath you, to tell you to stop being jealous. Or dramatic. Or not as easygoing as other situationships. Something Jason would say. Something Jason had said to you. 

“You can’t get mad at me for seeing Cregan and then go screw Lydia Tyrell,” you continue, nervously chewing on your lip. 

You feel Aegon’s hand on the back of your head, smoothing your hair. 

“I know,” he tells you, chest rumbling, “I just wanted to see you sweat a little.”

You lift your face, resting your chin on his chest to look at him. He glances down at you, a sly smile on his face. 

“What?” he asks.

“You’re not seeing Lydia?” you ask, heart beating erratically. 

Aegon shakes his head and you whack him on the chest. 

“Ow!” he says, wincing. 

“You’re such a dick!” you tell him and he rolls until he’s on top of you.

He presses his lips to yours and the rude words slip from your mind as his tongue caresses your bottom lip. Aegon presses his body against yours, the weight of him against you bringing a fresh way of arousal to your center. 

“I’d like to be seeing you,” he murmurs against your mouth.

Your fingers tangle in his hair as he nips your lower lip, eager for him to sheath himself within you once more.

“Helaena is going to kill us,” you tell him, kissing him back nonetheless.

“We don’t have to tell her,” he murmurs between kisses.

You freeze suddenly, pulling your lips from his. 

A secret. You’re going to be a secret. That’s almost worse. Shame twists in your gut, and Aegon senses a shift in your mood as you rise, slipping Cregan’s jersey back over your head and your biker shorts back on. 

Aegon sits up slightly, cocking his head.

“What?” he asks, but you shake your head.

“Nothing,” you tell him, running a hand through your hair, “I just have to go.”

“Now?” Aegon asks, his voice breaking into a whine, “Y/N, stay with me-”

“No I have to go,” you insist, grabbing your shoes. 

Your tights are ruined, hanging on you in tattered pieces but you don’t care. You need to get out, need to leave before the tears blurring your vision spill over. 

Aegon’s brow creases, he stands up taking the bedsheet with him, clutching it against his stomach to cover himself.

“Y/N what did I do?” Aegon asks, concern lacing his tone.

You sigh, hand on the door before forcing a smile on your face and turning to him.

“Nothing. You’re just being Aegon,” you tell him, “Forgot who you were for a minute, it’s all good.”

Pain flashes across his features for a moment and a tear escapes your eye. You wipe it away furiously before pulling his bedroom door open.

“I’ll see you around,” you call, not looking back as the dam within you breaks.

You hurry down the stairs and out of the hockey house into the cold night air, hurrying down the quiet streets of your college campus eager to get back to your apartment.

You can’t help but cry, cursing as you pass a group of drunk girls who stop when they see you, insisting you tell them what’s wrong. Finally, you make it home, walking into your dark apartment. You’re greeted by Baela on your couch, who rises as you enter.

“Y/N-” she says, biting her lip.

“Bae? What's wrong?” you ask.

“Helaena called…her dad…” Bae starts, tears falling, “He passed away tonight.”

Your heart nearly stops beating. You dig mindlessly into your purse for your phone, hands shaking.

8 missed calls.

She tried calling you. For the past hour or so. The entire time you were with Aegon. Guilt pours through your limbs and you’re sobbing earnestly now, Baela holding you against her. There’s one more missed call, more recently, just about ten minutes ago.

Aegon.

note: I hope you enjoyed my loves! Again, don't hate me too much for the angst I truly cannot help myself!

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Just Go With it (Part 1)

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader fem reader

Plot: When Eddie is humiliated by Jason in the school cafeteria, cheerleader Y/N L/N decides to step in. 

Disclaimer: okay so i decided to try something a bit different. there is a reason for the unexpected kiss which will be revealed in later parts. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 

Tapping her foot against the tiled floor, Y/N sighed again for the umpteenth time as she waits in line for the vending machine. After the student in front of her leaves, she steps forward and places her money into the slot. Just as the can of coke fell down, she heard cheers and laughter coming from the cafeteria. Quickly, she bent down and picked up the cold can before speed walking towards the cafeteria. 

As Y/N walks through the door, Eddie Munson storms passed, covered in what looks like spaghetti. Y/N frowns as her eyes connect with his, his doe eyes are welled up with tears, he walks out the room with his head down. Y/N looks towards the table Eddie normally sits at and spots Jason holding onto the window ledge, crying with laughter. Walking further into the room, Y/N gets a clear look at the mess. The floor where Eddie had originally sat was covered in mince and pasta, the red sauce all over the floor. Both Dustin and Gareth had been splattered on by the looks of it, Mike was rubbing sauce from Dustin face. Fire seemed to rise in Y/N belly as she looked at the culprit - who stands there laughing like it’s the most funniest thing he had ever seen. Y/N goes to clench her fist when she realises she still held the can of coke. 

Looking down, an idea dawned on her. Smirking, Y/N shook the can really hard before waltzing over to Jason’s still laughing form. He straightens up slightly when his blue eyes spot her. His smile widens, if possible, as she stops in front of him.

“Hey Jase!” She chirped, batting her eyelashes and holds out the can of fizzed up coke. “They didn’t have any diet and you know I’m trying so hard to stay in shape for the championship game. You want it?” 

Please say yes, Y/N begged in her mind. She watches as Jason gulps, his eyes looking from her lips to her eyes again before he nods once. She presses the can into his outstretched palm, letting her fingers trail along his knuckles before pulling away. Y/N watches as he pulls back the tab, her eyes widening with glee as the fizz erupts, exploding in Jason’s face soaking him completely. Jason’s white t-shirt is brown with the liquid. His blue eyes are wide with shock as they look at her. Y/N makes a show and lifts her hands to her mouth. 

“Oopsie daisy, I forgot to say I dropped it,” Laughter echoes around the cafeteria, making Jason’s face burn. Leaning over she whispers in Jason’s ear. “Not so funny now, is it?” Pulling back, Y/N smirks before walking to the cheerleading table and joining the rest of her friends.  

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After the cafeteria incident, Eddie Munson vanished. For two whole weeks, Y/N eyes kept drifting to the Hellfire table to find the chair at the top of the table empty. Everything thing went back to normal, like nothing had happened. Like Eddie Munson didn’t exist. All except Y/N. It was weird not seeing the long-haired metal head not jumping on tables, shouting about that damn fantasy game he’s obsessed with. It was just plain weird. Which is why Y/N found herself walking up to the Hellfire table one afternoon. The five boys were chatting amongst themselves when Y/N stopped at the bottom of the table, at first they didn’t notice her until she cleared her throat loudly. All eyes snap to her, two widen in shock and the other three glare at her. Y/N tugs at her green cheer skirt nervously. 

“Hey guys,” she starts, her voice wobbling with nerves. The brown-haired boy, who Y/N recognises as Gareth from her math class, squints at her. “Have you seen Eddie?” 

“Why the hell do you want to know?” Gareth snaps and Y/N shrinks back slightly. Fuck, Y/N thinks, why do I want to know? Y/N was lost for words and Gareth snickered. “Missing having someone to pick on, is that it?” Y/N is quick to shake her head.  

“No! I just wondered if he was okay, I just haven’t see him in a while,” Dustin looked at the cheerleader in front of him, she seemed skittish as she kept fiddling with the white cardigan she wore over her cheer uniform. It was weird, Dustin thought, considering he had never seen Eddie or her ever interact with one another. 

“He’s alright,” Dustin answered her, cutting off Gareth who in turn shot him a glare. Y/N visibly relaxed, her shoulders dropped as she nodded. 

“Okay, thank you Dustin,” Dustin’s eyes widen as she said his name and smiled before walking back to her table. 

“What the fuck, man?” Mike breathed, like he was holding his breath the entire time Y/N was here. “Since when were Eddie and Y/N L/N friends?” Gareth snorted.

“They’re not,” Jeff spoke, taking a sip of his coke. “As far as I’m aware anyway, but I’m pretty sure Eddie would have mentioned something about being friends with the Princess of Hawkins High,” Gareth nodded in agreement, his eyes on Y/N at the cheerleaders table. She sat next to Chrissy, twirling her hair on her index finger, seemingly engrossed in what the girl was saying. 

“I don’t like her,” Gareth announces causing Dustin to let out a loud laugh.

“Yeah no shit man, you looked ready to bite her fucking head off,” Both Jeff and Mike hum in agreement with what Dustin said but Gareth just rolled his eyes.

“She just seems fake,” he continues, his eyes falling back on the cheerleader. “I don’t know how to describe it, there’s just something about her that’s off,” Dustin rolls his eyes at that.

“She only spoke to us for five minutes,” Gareth clicks his fingers. 

“See! That’s just it, why talk to us at all. Why ask about Eddie? Aren’t we beneath the cheer squad?” 

Mike shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe she’s nice, you know, not like the other cheerleaders.” Dustin hums in agreement before clicking his own fingers.

“Or maybe she has a crush on Eddie. She did make that can of coke explode on Jason!” All the boys turn to Dustin confused. Dustin looks at each boys face, “What? Didn’t you guys see her shake the can before she handed it to Jason?” The boys shook their heads. “Yeah she shook when she was standing there,” Dustin pointed to the table where Hawkins band sit. Gareth sits back, stumped. 

“That is weird,” Jeff comments this time. 

-

Dustin arrives at Eddie’s trailer an hour after school. He knocks twice but still hears not movement from inside the trailer. He bangs loudly, four times, before the door is ripped open and old Wayne Munson stands in front of him. He frowns at Dustin before letting out a sigh. 

“Oh!” Dustin squeaks, taking a step back. “Sorry, Mr Munson. Is Eddie home?” The older man nods and takes a step to the side, allowing room for the boy to enter. 

“He’s in his room,” Dustin thanks him and walks towards the white door. From outside, Dustin can hear the strumming of a guitar which explains why he didn’t hear Dustin knocking. Opening the door, Dustin finds Eddie perched on his bed, his electric guitar on his lap. At the sound of the door opening, Eddie’s brown eyes snap to his.

“Hey man,” Dustin greets making his way over to Eddie’s bed and dumps his backpack on it. “Brought you your homework for this week and some ideas for the next campaign,” Eddie just nods, his fingers still plucking at the guitar. It’s silent apart from the sound of Eddie strumming. Dustin breaks it once more. “Are you gonna come back to school?” Eddie shrugs. “No one's talking about it, literally no one cares, well apart from Y/N L/N, she asked about you today.” Eddie stopped strumming and looked at the younger boy.

“Y/N L/N asked about me?” Eddie asked bewildered. Dustin smiled, happy to hear his friend speak again.

“Yeah she literally walked up to our table at lunch and asked if we had seen you. She was apparently wondering if you were alright,” Dustin watched as Eddie frowned, his eyebrow pinched together. “I think she has a crush on,” Eddie scoffed at him.

“What? Y/N L/N having a crush on me? Yeah right, you’re delusional man,” Dustin let out a laugh.

“I’m being serious man! First she soaked Jason Carver with a can of coke minutes after he dumped spaghetti on you, then she comes up to us in front of the whole school asking if you’re okay.”

Eddie threw up his hands. “Wait, wait, wait. Y/N soaked Jason?” Dustin nodded enthusiastically. “Are you sure?”

“Dude, I saw it with my own eyes,” Eddie moves the guitar of his lap and stands up. He begins pacing up and down the side of his bed, biting his thumb. Eddie comes to a halt, a wide smile appearing on his lips, his brown eyes sparkling. 

“This can only mean one thing, Henderson,” He starts and Dustin watches with confusion. “Y/N L/N has a crush on me,” Dustin lets out a groan. “You’re right, Henderson! I’ve watched enough movies to know that is a declaration of love right there, defending their crushes honour!” 

“Dude I said she might have a crush on you. Key word might!” Dustin protests, his voice cracking slightly. But Eddie isn’t listening, his mind is on Y/N.

“I can’t wait for school tomorrow!” Eddie sang, flopping back onto his bed as Dustin let out a sigh.

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” Dustin mutters. 

-

Y/N stood by her locker when Eddie came charging through the doors, capturing the attention of the students surrounding the hallway. Y/N feels a sense of relief at seeing the metal head, especially since the last time she saw him, he looked distraught. 

“I’m back!” Eddie sang, smirking at the other students, “did you miss me?” Everyone rolled their eyes before turning back to their originally conversations. Y/N turned back to her locker and began to pull out her textbook. As she was sliding them out, one fell and landed on the ground. Sighing, Y/N reached down to pick it up when another hand came into view. The hand adored four silver rings, it picked up the textbook before the body stood to full height causing Y/N to follow. Eddie stood there with a wide grin on his face.

“Your textbook M’Lady,” He bowed and presented the book to her. Y/N chuckled while shaking her head and took the book from him and places it back in her locker. As she turns back to Eddie, she spotted Jason entering the school, his arm draped over Chrissy’s shoulder. His eyes found eyes and Y/N watches as the darken to a glare at the sight of Eddie in front of her. Y/N glowered back at him, before turning back to Eddie who still had a stupid smile on his face. 

“Just go with it,” Y/N announces before reaching forward and hooking her arms around Eddie’s neck, tugging him forward until she could reach and press her lips against his. Eddie’s lips were warm and surprisingly soft and they moved with Y/N instantly, almost eagerly. Eddie pushed Y/N’s back against the locker, one hand gripping her waist and the other caressing her jaw. Y/N whimpered slightly as Eddie swipes his tongue along her bottom lip. She pulls back instantly. Eddie chases her lips but Y/N moves her face to side, his lips press soft pecks to her cheek traveling down towards her neck. For a moment, Y/N relishes in the tender kisses, sighing softly to herself. Eddie kisses his way back to her lips where he presses three more kisses to her lips before pulling away slightly.

“I knew it,” Eddie whispers breathlessly, “Oh baby, I’m gonna treat you so well. I swear I’ll be the best boyfriend ever, promise!” He suddenly grinned which made Y/N frown in confusion. He leans back down to plant a kiss on Y/N frowning lips. Just then the bell rang and Eddie skips, literally skips down the hallway before stopping and turning back to her.

“I’ll see you at lunch, sweetheart,” He shouts back to her, the grin never leaving his face. And with that he disappears amongst the crowd. 

“What the fuck?” Y/N breaths. Boyfriend? Y/N thinks, Eddie think he’s my boyfriend? Holy shit this is not good, this is really not good.

[jenomark]

Helloooooo! I was wondering if you could do a reaction with nct 127 queen they come home and the girl has Victoria secret on waiting for them.

Taeil: When he walked through the door, he didn't notice what you were wearing. You stood behind the couch in your pink blush babydoll dress, watching your boyfriend closely to catch the moment when he became aware. "I'm tired." Taeil sighed, his eyes finding yours for comfort. There was a spark in his eyes when he saw what you were wearing, and a bigger spark once you stepped out from behind the couch, your lower half without panties. Taeil's eyes trailed down the blush colored fabric that skimmed just above your pussy. Without speaking, he walked over and sunk down to his knees, burying his face against your warmth.

Johnny: There was no hesitation for Johnny. He closed the front door behind him, saw you sitting there playing with yourself, your skimpy lingerie just a thin barrier between his mouth, and he was making a beeline towards you. "What a welcome home." Johnny said, biting on his bottom lip. He got down to the floor in front of you, the smell of the world outside clinging to his clothes. His hands took over, using his fingers to pleasure and satisfy you. The eyes that were practically popping out of his head were greedily looking over every part of your body, taking in every inch of skin on display. "I'm a lucky, lucky man." he said, pulling the thin g-string down your thighs.

Taeyong: The slip dress was the soft color of a lilac flower, its fabric as delicate as its petals. Wearing it left little to the imagination, as it showed off the slightest raise of a nipple. Taeyong let his mouth close over the raised bump, the wetness from his tongue being soaked up by the fabric. He didn't want to ruin the slip, but seeing you waiting for him in the lingerie made him eager to have what was underneath. You grabbed the back of Taeyong's neck and whispered, "Fuck me." So, Taeyong fucked you in the slip dress, his fingers careful not to rip the silky straps, and his cock careful not to drip cum all over it.

Yuta: He was speechless, his face blank. You walked around like everything was perfectly normal, even though your body was scantily-clad in expensive lingerie. Yuta's eyes followed you around the room. He kept swallowing, his words trying their hardest to climb their way out of his throat. "You don't have to speak." you said, sitting him down in a chair and straddling him. You could feel how aroused he was underneath you. "You don't have to say anything, really." you said, moving just enough to get Yuta to groan. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let your lips touch against his earlobe. You said, "The only thing I want to hear from you is my name, when I'm riding you in a few minutes."

Doyoung: He was impressed, that was his first reaction. His second reaction was one of adoration for you and the surprise you set up for him. The lingerie you wore was a little complicated with it's gold hardware and multiple belts, but it was very pretty. Doyoung touched your inner thigh, running his finger underneath the stretch of fabric that connected to a piece around your waist. He whistled, smiling only when you shivered from his touch. "This is sexy. "he said. "And this is all for me?" You spun around for him so that he could see you in all your glory. Doyoung squeezed your ass gently and pushed his body against yours. He grabbed the bottom of your chin and kissed you before whispering, "I'm going to enjoy taking every bit of this off."

Jaehyun: "This is a surprise." Jaehyun said. You were wearing a lace, long-sleeved bodysuit. It wasn't as revealing as your normal lingerie, but you knew Jaehyun liked a challenge. "Come on and unwrap the rest of your surprise." you said. Jaehyun bounded forward with enthusiasm, pulling you against his body and lifting you into the air until you were on top the kitchen table with your back against the wood and your legs wrapped around his waist. He was looking for a way to rid your body of the lace suit, his fingernails digging into the fabric so hard that he accidentally tore it from your stomach. "Shit." Jaehyun said, stopping to check your reaction. "Just tear it." you said, desperate to have him inside of you. Jaehyun dug his fingernails into the fabric, using his muscles to rip it all apart.

WinWin: He did his little routine after coming home from work every night: he hung up his jacket, rested his wallet on a dish by the door, and asked you the same question as always, "What do you want to eat for dinner?" Before WinWin could turn around, you answered, "You." He wasn't confused by what you had said, but he wanted to make sure he had heard you correctly. Turning around, the white lingerie clinging tightly to your body, gave him the answer he was looking for. "Do you think you'll finish it all this time?" he asked, smirking. You nodded, watching him undo the belt buckle on his pants. You were on your knees before he made it to you, opening up your mouth for a taste of his cock.

Jungwoo: "Hi!" you called, turning around to look into the fridge. You bent over, arching your back and sticking your ass into the air. From behind you, you could hear how still Jungwoo was. You stood up slowly, shut the fridge, and turned to face him. Jungwoo's mouth was wide open, his eyes asking you a million questions, and his arms hanging limply by his sides. He wasn't expecting to come home and see you in cheeky lingerie. His eyes were on your chest, the see-through top grazing against your nipples enough to make them hard. "What are you gonna do about it?" you asked him, the sexual tension thick. Jungwoo crossed the room, his smile mischievous, before he grabbed you and bent you over the kitchen counter, pushing those cheeky panties right aside so that he could fuck you.

Mark: He couldn't help but smile, his face lighting up. "You look really cute." Mark said, tucking his phone into his jacket pocket and tossing it aside. You had wanted to hear that you were sexy in your bra and panties, not cute. You were getting ready to cover your arm over your soft tummy, your insecurities making your neck feel hot, when Mark spoke, "Did I say cute? I meant sexy." He came to you, pulling your arms out of the way to see the body that he had loved many times before. Mark kissed you, slipping you a little tongue. "Definitely sexy." he said, moaning into another kiss. You didn't start to feel more confident until Mark touched the bra clasp and begged you to take it all off.

Haechan: You only texted him that you had something to show him, that it was important. Haechan came into the bedroom like he had run home, his face full of worry until he saw you laying across your bed naked. "I got this new lingerie. " you said. "I wanted to know what you thought of it." Haechan's eyes were following your hand and how it snaked between your breasts and down your bare stomach. "Where is it?" he asked. You opened your legs and laughed at his reaction, how he had nearly fallen to the floor trying to follow your fingers. " Oopsie, I forgot to put it on." you said. Haechan got onto the bed and crawled his way towards you. "Good." he said, opening your thighs wider.

[pixelmensupremacy]

A mission failed

Summary: Assigned to rescue the president's daughter, Leon and (Y/N) head to a rural village in Spain. In search for the girl, a fateful occurrence changed them forever.

A/N: I want to thank you all so so so much for 100 followers. It really means the world to me to know that someone enjoys what I do and I am so grateful for every single one of you. Also to celebrate, I present to you the first chapter of a fic series I'm currently working on. I kinda forgot to add the summary... Oopsie.

Word count: 2.9k

Masterlist

WARNINGS: attempt at comedy, fem!reader, flirting, canon typical violence, graphic description of violence, quite gory

Chapter 1

Eerie mist- akin to soft, but cold blanket- hid the leaf covered ground; a thick wall of trees surrounded the few houses, laying on the outskirts of the atrocious village. Every of (Y/N)’s steps were hesitant; her entire form shivered, though not only due to the cool early autumn breeze, but rather by some instinct, alerting her that something was terribly wrong. Yet she was quick to brush it off, for she assumed it was just her anxiety, pestering her already busy mind.

All by herself, she explored her surroundings, searching for any clues as to where the president’s daughter may be; she and her colleague Leon often split to cover more ground in less time and this practice proved to be sufficient. He did the same as her, though with the other half of the abandoned homes- or at least that’s what she thought.

Unnerving sensation caused her stomach to twist; distressing thoughts linking to her partner continued to pester her mind. She was worried about him more than she would ever admit; throughout her time working as a DSO agent, (Y/N) had crossed paths with Leon far too many times for her not to get even the slightest bit attached to the guy- she hated herself for it.

Tall dilapidated building piqued her interest- it was a rather big house that definitely has seen better days; a bunch of holes gaped on top of the roof, while its windows –although undamaged- were coated with thick layers of dust. Nearing the front porch, (Y/N) cautiously rested her index finger on the trigger of her handgun as she shot at the locker, keeping the front door shut. Inside, every piece of furniture was covered with a thick blanket of dust that also filled the air; in front of her stood a singular table with a few chairs around it; at the bottom of the room was a darken hallway, leading to a spacious room decorated with chairs that appeared to be in a very poor condition. Surprisingly, there was another passage to a different room; the agent aimed her weapon as she entered. Much to her relief, there was no evidence of recent residence, until she eyed a brown object with the corner of her eye- Leon’s jacket.

Time seemed to have stopped; the trees outside the window slowly rolled before her eyes. Mindlessly she admired the uncanny beauty of the lonely forest.

“How much do we have until we get there?”

“Don’t be impatient. It will take some time.” The agent rolled her eyes at the unsatisfying response; her (E/C) eyes lingered on her companion, who appeared to be unbothered. His icy irises gazed at whatever the subject of his attention was, whilst the dirty blond strands of his hair gracefully fell in his face.

“Haven’t they told you it’s rude to stare?” Immediately (Y/N) looked away, a faint blush dusted her cheeks in a soft pink color- she didn’t even realize she was staring.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Kennedy. I was just looking at your fancy jacket is all.” She quickly managed to make up an excuse though she actually fancied it, but him she fancied even more.

“Hunnigan, have you heard from Leon?”

“Our last transmission was an hour ago. He said he learned about a secret passage going through the village that supposedly leads to where Ashley Graham is help captive. Isn’t he with you-“

“Thanks.” (Y/N) quickly cut her off before storming off to the village.

Odd silence had fallen upon the settlement that both relieved and alarmed her; ruffling golden-brown leaves danced under the arrangement of the chilly wind, composing a quiet melody.  (Y/N) clung to the leather jacket- accidentally inhaling Leon’s scent of cologne- to preserve her body warmth from the merciless wind. Without a direction, she stomped in-between the houses and around the main paths; reaching a gate with a strange symbol on it, (Y/N) heard commotion- chainsaw and gunshots.

Helplessly, she banged on the solid metal doors, but to no avail- it didn’t budge; though she managed to climb over the fence with little to no effort. Once on the other side, she was greeted by a group of locals that made it impossible to circle around them; a singular grenade was all it took to neutralized them. In the nick of time, she reached a back yard to a two story residence only to see Leon trapped- hopelessly emptying the magazine of his handgun- underneath a guy with a chainsaw. Perfectly, the bullet of her gun pierced his elbow, unarming him before firing a critical second shot to his head. Leon groaned as he pushed away the- now dead- guy.

“You’re no good without me.” (Y/N) smeared the blood splatters on her face before reaching her hand out to him.

“Is that my jacket.” He pointed out as he stood up.

“I’ll take it as a ‘thank you for saving my ass, (Y/N). I couldn’t have survived without you’.”

“I’ve been away for a few hours and you already stole my jacket.”

“Well in my defense I forgot mine back in the car and I was getting cold. That’s when I found yours abandoned in some random house-“

“It looks good on you.” He interrupted her, ignoring her little speech.

“Well of course it does. But maybe I should give it back to you.” She suggested, eying his bare forehands.

“It’s either you or me and I don’t want you to get a cold.” He explained

“Yeah sure.” A painfully awkward silence filled the air. “So where did you say that secret passage is?” (Y/N) spoke up.

“How do you know about that?”

“Hunnigan told me.”

“Women.”

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If (Y/N) found the village to be creepy, then nothing could’ve prepared her for the church. Its rural exterior wasn’t extraordinary, though the cemetery made up for all wicked that the church itself lacked in appearance. Fortunately, or not so fortunately, the two agents had to go through some other obstacles before being able to enter the church. From running from giant boulders to being chased in a lake by zombified villagers and right when (Y/N) though she has seen everything a local fed one of the policemen to a ginormous reptile. She didn’t like the guy, but still her heart clenched in disbelief and pity, yet what was even worse she had to see that monstrosity up close.

“You’re nuts.” She gaped at her fellow agent.

“Looks like the only way to the other side.”

“I would rather not.”

“Well unless you can teleport.” Leon gave her an ironic smile to which she pouted.

“Fine.” He offered her help- like ever the gentleman he was, but she ignored him, instead she hopped right in the boat.

Unlike what she expected, the waters seemed calm and there was no trace of the creature- what a relief.

“Didn’t imagine our first date to be on a boat.” (Y/N) laughed at his flirtatious comment- a rush of blood flooded to her cheeks, just as she was about to strike back a comeback to put him in his place their boat shook. The two shared a startled gaze; the motorboat rocked once more before the reptile emerged from the lake. It managed to drag the boat with itself, intentionally driving them into logs.

“(Y/N), try to avoid the logs while I take care of this fella.” She nodded and did just that.

Horrific wails came from the monster’s mouth with every hook Leon threw at it, piercing its thick skin. On the other hand, (Y/N) struggled with keeping them afloat, since the creature didn’t stop swimming around. By the time Leon ran out of hooks the thing looked like a damn pincushion, but thankfully that was more than enough to take it down. A sigh of relief left her lungs far too early, for the rope of the anvil- still attached to the creature- wrapped around her ankle, almost instantly dragging her into the lake.

“(Y/N)!” Desperately he shouted, his hand managed to grab her leg moment before it was too late and cut the rope.

“You alright?” The agent held her by her shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into her skin.

“Yeah let’s just get to shore.”

Soon enough they reached solid ground; (Y/N) swore she could collapse right then and there, seemingly Leon was just as drained from this horrific encounter. His legs wobbled underneath him, causing him to lose balance. Quickly she ran to him, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and brought him inside a nearby shack. Luckily for her, there was a bed, where she managed to lay him before he passed out. On instinct, her fingers intertwined with his all the while her free hand covered him with his jacket.

“What happened to you, Leon?” Her (E/C) irises flickered with worry at the sight of his lifeless form; her other hand rose to cup his cheek, but she stopped once she realized it was covered in blood. Her gaze trailed down to his palm only to notice fresh traces of the crimson liquid; something was terribly wrong with Leon- what it was she had no clue.

Silently she sat by his side, gently playing with his hair, whilst she waited for him to wake up. Her curious gaze studied him in order to avoid getting trapped in her head; he was pale and his body was hot to the touch. Suddenly, he began shaking and mumbling in his sleep, typical signs of a nightmare (Y/N) was far from unfamiliar with.

“Leon, wake up.” The agent gently shook him until he gasped for air.

“You were having a nightmare.”

“Yeah.” He confirmed her suspicion, his hand held hers tightly.

“You got me scared for a moment. You passed out a few hours ago.”

“What?” Leon looked at her in disbelief.

“Yeah. For a moment I got worried you’ll miss out on all the fun.” (Y/N) cracked a smile of relief at the sight of his lips curling into a charming grin; she even didn’t get the urge to punch his stupid face for almost dying on her in fact, an urge within her rose to connect her lips-.

“Then I better catch up.” He sat up and that’s when she realized their hands were still laced together; flustered she pulled away.

“For once you’ve got a good idea.” (Y/N) rose from the bed, avoiding his gaze; he followed behind her.

“I think you forgot something.” His husky voice rang in her ear -causing shivers to run down her spine- as he placed the jacket atop her shoulders, his hands intentionally lingered along her arms.

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Miraculously they managed to find the key needed to unlock the church’s gate- the round insignia; at the sight of the object, (Y/N) cracked a smile as a memory popped up in her mind.

“What the hell are you doing?” She snapped at her fellow agent, who just randomly shot at one of the wooden pillars.

“Sweetheart, you like this?” Inching closer to him, she saw a shiny piece of jewelry atop his palm- a golden ring.

“Is that your cheap excuse of a wedding proposal?” She raised a brow at the ring in his hand; he snickered at her words.

“Maybe, though I doubt this is everything, but cheap.” He noted as he observed the shiny red gem of the jewelry.

A group of villagers emerged from the cave, interrupting the moment between the two. Forced back into the present moment, the two agents killed them and went in the direction where the locals came from and there it was the cult’s insignia. Akin to a fantasy movie script, the wall lifted and revealed a passage, which led back to the church.

After having to deal with a headache inducing puzzle, the two of them finally managed to find the president’s daughter; the poor girl was curled in a corner- for who knows how long- and almost hit Leon with a wooden plank as a self-defense.

“Calm down. Everything’s going to be just fine. We’re sent here under the president’s order.” Leon reassured her before introducing both (Y/N) and himself.

“What? My father!” The girl exclaimed, her eyes shined with a glimpse of hope.

Meanwhile (Y/N) contacted Hunnigan, updating her of the status of their mission.

“We’re heading back to the village. A chopper will wait for us at the extraction point.” She informed her colleague.

“Sounds promising.” Off they went towards the exit of the church, until an unfamiliar voice broke the eerie silence; in synch, the trio froze in place.

“I’ll take the girl.” The three of them stood still; before them stood a man, dressed in unfashionable purple cloak that covered his entire form, except for his charming face. He introduced himself as Saddler -the master of the cult; much like a typical villain, he went on to explain his motives- from why he abducted the president’s daughter to what he plans on doing with her.

“I think they shot something in my neck.” Ashley nervously scratched the back of her neck as her memories flooded back in her mind at Saddler’s words.

“What did you do to her?”

“We just planted her a little gift. Oh, there’s going to be one hell of a party when she returns home to her loving father.” Saddler let out a complacent laugh. “But before that, I thought I might bargain with the president for some donations. Believe it or not it’s quite a lot of money to keep this church up and running.” He explained, a smug expression was written on his face.

“Faith and money will get you nowhere, Saddler.” Leon spoke up, unknowingly sharing the same opinion as his colleague.

“I believe I forgot to tell you we gave you the same gift.”

“When I was unconscious.” Leon uttered; shaken, (Y/N) stared at him- was he also infected?

“When the eggs hatch you will become my puppets. Involuntarily, you’ll do as I say, I’ll have total control over your minds. Sadly, we must’ve forgotten about your partner.” The man motioned to the other agent. “But I can ensure we will make up for this mistake shortly.”

“That’s a very alluring offer, but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.” Right after (Y/N) spoke up, two members of the supposed ‘community’ entered the church- armed with crossbows. Before they cloud react, the trio broke through the window, managing to escape unharmed.

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Silently they made their way towards a massive bridge. Once again anxiety pestered (Y/N)’s mind; fear pierced her heart at the thought of her partner’s fate and Ashley’s as well- if anything were to happen to her it would be over for both her and Leon. The beep of the video transmitter broke her train of thought.

“I have some bad news.”

“I’d rather not hear it.” Leon returned; near him, (Y/N) took a deep breath, bracing herself for the worst.

“I’m afraid I have to tell you anyway. We’ve lost contact with the chopper. Someone must have shot it down, though we can’t determine who.”

“Great.” The agent spat.

“We’re prepping another chopper for you. Meanwhile, I want you to head towards the extraction point”

“Perfect.” (Y/N) sighed deeply.

Up ahead stood a lonely cabin, surrounded by desolate grounds, or at least they were up until a group of locals showed up; just when (Y/N) thought it couldn’t get any worse, even more villagers came from behind them, angrily yelling something in Spanish.

“What are we going to do?” Ashley franticly asked.

“Hate to say it, but we are sandwiched.”

“That cabin seems like our only choice.” The other agent pointed out and there they went. Quickly, the agents busted through the door with their guns in the air; the building appeared to be abandoned- much like all of the other houses. Once Ashley got inside they closed the door shut.

“Leon.” Suddenly a wooden plank flew across the room, which Leon caught. A mysterious man approached the trio, he had his dark long hair parted in the middle and looked to be uninfected.

“Small word, ay?” Leon stayed silent, instead he barricaded the door with the plank at hand.

“I see that the president equipped his daughter with ballistics too.” He commented whilst eying Ashley.

“How rude! And I don’t believe there’s any relevance with my figure or my standing. Who are you?” She snapped at the stranger, to which (Y/N) mentally high fived her.

“Who’s this guy?” (Y/N) asked Leon, whilst the two of them secured the first floor with whatever they had.

“Name’s Luis. I met him when we split. I think we can trust him.”

“I sure as hell hope so.”

“Oh, excuse me, Your Highness. Perhaps the young lady might want to introduce herself first before asking someone’s name.”

“Her name’s Ashley Graham, the president’s daughter.” Ashley stated matter-of-factly.

“Leon, you didn’t care to acquaint me with your girlfriend?” The man motioned to (Y/N); Leon stayed silent and for a moment the agent saw a brief change in his expression.

“(Y/N). Me and Leon were assigned to rescue the president’s daughter, though it seems you already know that.” She shared, despite not being entirely convinced by Luis.

“Look.” Ashley pointed to one of the windows; a hoard of villagers lurked outside and were getting closer with each passing second. Their lit torches formed a sea of dancing flames the more they piled up; their growing numbers both shocked and awed the poor survivors inside the cabin.

“Ashley, upstairs.” Obediently, she followed Leon’s order.

“Okay it’s game time.”

[4thegadiesandlentlemen]

BANGER POST AGAIN !!!

I both hate and love the ambiguity. Because I'm tryna think back to Bjorn (who lived an incredibly short life omg) but the difference is he was brain dead and couldn't fight back. The retired characters aren't. So he must've found a way to keep them steady??

And omg??? How he'd feel WHEN he dies??? I didn't even think of that. But that is honestly such a good point.

Now everything past this point I'm just assuming things again

Wayne loves life and I believe it's because of the free will he gets. Death would mean the end to all that possibility and fun shit to do. He seems like the kinda person to make his own meaning to life than find one (to me, at least). I don't think he'd think about his mortality too much cause he just lives in the moment. He doesn't think about the future or past, he just goes through time as it is. Wanna add on more to this but my brain's overheating.

First death was blunt. No torture, no build up, no nothing. He was led out and just bled??? He also said help me even though he was in THAT state.

I'm spewing shit here but maybe he was begging cam to save him. (And I think he might've asked Robin to help? I forgot so I won't talk about it until I reset☹️) I believe Wayne knows Cameron is Wayne is a pussy when it comes to confrontation so when Cam dies from an allergic reaction he caused, I doubt Wayne called for help with the possibility of Cam snitching. Then Cameron just comes back lol and they're back to pranks. Clearly he wants to live. He has a little hope that Cam would bring him back. And he does?? In short, the death was just that so Wayne had faith he'd be resurrected.

Second death, he does an oopsie and talks to justin. Then we see him help captive looking half dead and talking about how there's more people. Hear me out, what if Justin saw the retired cast get made into clones? I mean not literally. I don't think the captives would be kept in the same room as the one Justin would be experimenting in. He might've either seen how they struggled or possibly heard something (which also feels unlikely yk Justin might get soundproof walls or like uhh tranquilized them? (Sedated? Chloroform? Put them under anesthesia?What's the word?) idk I have too many thoughts on this).

The way Wayne looks is awful I can't even lie. No one can tell me he wasn't stressed out of his mind. But he's just been kept there? He either died by a bullet or by becoming Justin. But those deaths wouldn't just be quick. They had build up. And he might've lost hope and it didn't matter which way he got out of the situation, he just wanted to get out. So when he dies, he'd feel relief. But I'm still clinging onto the idea he doesn't want to lose his life so I'd think he'd so conflicted.

Then he's just brought back by the guy who saved him the first time. The same guy who killed him. Just brought back to suffer. Bitchy husk as a man I hope you don't come back. ( If he does I'm actually gonna be so pissed even though I love him mwah. Let him rest! )

I hate that I'm so invested in this.

AAAAAAAAA JUSTIN CASE UPDATE??? WHAT THE FUCK WHY DID HE JUST POST RHE SPOILERS TO THE NEXT INSTALLEMENT OF THE STROY RIGHT THERE INSREA DOF BEING LIKE YEAH IM DOING IT IM KILLING CAM RN FUCK ME (ron intended)

anywayssssss

nathaniel is dead, not very skibidi sigma of him at all but i’m not too surprised, cam’s been trying to get rid of ol’ nathan for a WHILE (besides, look at his last name. it was inevitable)

cam added a mary sue self insert oc that’s basically a god into the cgcu who’s summoned by racism and sexual jokes. damn.

i get the ending and it’s alright, but also seems anticlimactic. like cam shows up and tells justin “dude you’re a fictional made up character on the internet you’re already immortal 💀” and justin’s like “oh fr then ig i’ll stop” which isn’t that satisfying at all. i don’t like that ending the discord’s ending (ask me for an invite link if ur interested in the server, we’re all very cool) is much better since yk. it has actual character development.

personally? i don’t like this ending much and i am unsatisfied. it might be better if he actually posts it but i still don’t like it much. if only…….i finished the goddamn animation……..ughhh

also……….max? whipping it out? right there? cam you better film this part or else /hj

[kingofpoguelandia]

pt 2 of harmless prank idea: reader smokes & gets horny but is also high so she thinks it’s funny to tease tf out of jj playing it off as friendly flirting until he can’t take it anymore and tells you to get your clothes off or get the fuck out because he’s gonna cum with or without you

hehe, I forgot to mention that JJ is the reader's boyfriend.... oopsy poopsy.

anyways...

Part Two of this.

Summary: After getting a little high, you decide it would be funny to tease JJ since he's already hard.

warnings: not really smut but kinda close, teasing JJ, sub!JJ, kinda fluffy ending, sleepy JJ, I think that's It. LMK if I missed anything.

after you got back to the chateau, you were still feeling a little buzzed from all the beer, plus the blunt you shared with JJ, so you were in the mood to do something fun. the girls had convinced the boys to watch a movie with them, which was perfect for your plan since you knew that JJ loved watching movies.

you curled up with JJ on the far end of the couch, with the blanket was draped over your bodies as you all tried to make a decision on what to watch. eventually, you all agreed on watching a horror movie, which of course JJ was happy about since he loved horror movies.

you were about ten minutes into the movie when you decided to start teasing JJ. you moved over so that you were laying on his chest with one your legs between his.

The ache from earlier came back rather quickly when he felt your leg rubbing against him, and you watched as his eyes fluttered shut when he started slowly grinding on your leg. but his pleasure quickly faded when you pushed his hips down and mumbled at him to stop moving.

it took everything in JJ not to let out a whine at your words, he'd been so fucking hard all day, and the only source of friction he'd been getting was from his shorts whenever he walked.

Every time you saw a jump scare you would purposely flinch, causing your leg to move witch made JJ want to scream every time. This went on for about an hour, and poor JJ was loosing his mind.

When the movie was getting close to being over, you pressed your leg into him, pretending as if you were just switching positions while you watched JJ's reaction.

you watched him press his lips together as he tipped his head back into the couch, his eyes were clenched shut, and the hand that had been resting on your back was now fisting the blanket as he tried his hardest not to moan.

when the movie was over, you walked to the spare room with JJ, and as soon as the door shut, he shoved you against the wall, "get your clothes off or get the fuck out because I don't care if I cum with or without you, I just really need to get it out," JJ whispered as he kissed your neck.

"Who said you were in charge Baby boy?" you questioned, watching him go weak at the use of the nickname. you shoved him onto the bed and started unzipping his shorts before reaching inside the fabric and palming him through his boxers, watching as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

His breathing was fast and heavy, and he was covered in a layer of sweat as he bucked his hips to try and get as much friction as possible. He was gripping the pillow under his head as he let out a series of moans and pleas, begging you not to stop.

neither of you was expecting it, one minute you were palming him through his boxers, and the next minute you were watching his lower stomach clench and ripple as he came. it was so sudden it knocked the air out of his lungs, and when he finally caught his breath, he felt his eyelids grow heavy as he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

you pulled his shorts off and placed his hat on the bedside table before curling up next to him and kissing him on the cheek, whispering a quick goodnight as you carded your fingers through his hair and fell asleep with your head on his chest.