#or something I thought your shitty pet did something great

[st4rr-girrl]

Saviors

summary; When you have nowhere to stay- and you're falling tired- you turn to the Crescent Hotel to sleep. You roomed next to four people, and they help you when something traumatic happens in your hotel room.

warnings: Cussing, hella paranormal activity, major? injuries, anxiety attack. (i changed a few things from the video tho)

(a/n this post is kind of ass and yall keep liking it so ilysm but this is so shitty lmaoo i promise my writing had a glow-up)

pairing: colby brock x fem reader

Now playing; see how I circle / labyrinth

Up next; oblivion -grimes

Genesis-grimes

The sky started to darken, mirroring my negative mood. I sighed, feeling fatigue slowly start to take over my body.

Turning my black car's driving wheel, I drove into the 'Crescent Hotel" parking lot. I sighed, stepping out of the car and opening the trunk.

I grabbed an outfit, and shoved it into a bag before grabbing my purse and locking the car up.

I glanced up at the balcony of a room, seeing a dark figure stare at me intensely. My eyes widened and I felt goosebumps form on my skin.

The night was dark and cold, forcing a shiver make its way up my spine. I crossed my arms over my chest, as I shivered in my white dress. I approached the hotel doors, and quickly made my way inside, protecting myself from the cold misty air that surrounded me.

I walked in, feeling a heavy amount of energy fall onto my shoulders. I frowned deeply, before spotting an adorable black cat seated on the couch. I walked up to it and pet its soft fur, feeling my heart become warm. A smile grew on my face as I temporarily forgot about the dark, sad and longing feeling that lingered in the air, before walking up to the front desk.

"Hi, can I get a room for one night, please?" I offered a kind smile to the lady seated behind the counter. She returned the smile, and handed me a room key. 'Room 201'

"You'll be staying at room 201. That'll be 130$." My eyes widened at the price, but I was desperate for sleep. I opened my purse and grabbed my wallet, pulling out 150$.

"Keep the change." I smiled, collecting my stuff before heading up the spiraled stairs.

I was walking down a hallway, when I heard a faint "Damn baby! Back it up on over here, if ya will." In an accent. I turned around, fear gripping onto my chest. There was nobody there. I was completely alone. I frowned deeply, before rushing back to the stairs.

It took me a while, but I finally made it to my hotel room. I sighed happily, despite the feeling of sadness surrounding me.

I noticed a brunette boy leaving hotel room 202 and I smiled kindly at him. He returned the smile, as my eyes wandered to the camera located in his left hand. I tilted my head and raised a brow a little bit.

"Oh. I'm sorry." He laughed. "I'm a youtuber. Me and my friends are recording a video."

I was still confused. "What's so special about this place?" I looked around. I acknowledged the negative and sad energy around me, but shrugged it off.

"You don't know?" He asked me curiously.

"Know what?" I was a lot more confused now.

"This hotel is haunted." My eyes widened. it makes sense now. The figure on the balcony and the sad energy around here. No wonder.

"That makes sense." I shrugged, rubbing my hands up and down my arms.

"Why? Did you see something?" He asked me, concern swirling behind his blue eyes.

"Yeah I saw a figure on a balcony, but i just thought it was a person. Though it was creepy enough to give me goosebumps. It also feels sad. And angry here. Like there some sort of longing feeling. I also got catcalled by something that wasn't there. " I explained, giggling a bit at the end.

"Do you mind if i record you explaining that? If not that's alright. But it would be great to let the fans know."

"Sure, Mr. Popular." I smirked teasingly. He rolled his eyes playfully and turned on the camera and angled it at me.

"Okay so tell us what happened again...?" He trailed, searching for something.

"Y/n." I smiled.

"Okay so tell us what happened, Y/n."

"Soo, when I arrived here, I had no clue it was haunted until this handsome stranger told me." I smiled and winked jokingly. "But before I came in here, I saw a figure standing on a balcony and it was just.... staring at me. It gave me goosebumps. And after that, the second I stepped foot into the hotel the energy surrounding me felt, sad. Like previous people here were longing for something. And a bit of anger was hidden beneath the longing and sadness. I also got catcalled, but when I turned around I was alone. Whatever happened here must've been pretty bad." I explained for a second time but in more detail. "I still don't know what happened here, I just know that it's haunted."

I smiled at the boy behind the camera. "I'm colby, by the way." He mirrored my smile.

"Thanks for letting me know what I was getting myself into, Colby." I giggled as he put the camera down.

"Yeah, Sure." He laughed, his deep voice sending butterflies to my stomach. Heat rises to my cheek before he continued. "If you need anything me and my friend, Sam, will be in here. And maybe our other two friends. You're also welcome to join us, we're gonna be ghost hunting."

"Yeah, I'll consider it." I smiled kindly once more. "Thanks, Colby."

"No problem." he waved, returning the smile before walking down the hall. I opened my hotel room, rushing in and throwing my bag on my bed.

I sighed happily, finally being able to sleep. I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, and I shivered a bit before trying to push the thought to the back of my mind.

I changed out of my white dress, and replaced it for pajama bottoms and a long sleeve shirt with holes for my thumbs.

I put fresh socks on before turning out the light and quickly hopping into the big bed.

I saw something in the corner, just before fatigue took over my body.

--

'Wake up' A females voice whispered in my ear.

I shot out of bed quickly, my eyes wide. Sweat dripped down the side of my head as I looked around my room. "Hello??" I said out loud. No response.

I shrugged it off as my imagination, and tried to fall back asleep.

—

I rubbed my eyes, tiredly sitting up.

“Why do I keep waking up.” I whispered to myself, picking up a clock that rested on a nightstand to the left of me.

“3:33.” I read out loud. “Isn’t that an Angel number?”

I shrugged it off, before I heard a mumbling. My head shot up and stared into the darkness that lie before me.

I squinted, trying to see into the black fog. I saw a figure. Staring at me. Menacingly. My eyes widened as I froze in fear.

A faint “What do you want?” Tore from my parted lips.

It didn’t respond, to nobody’s surprise, yet still stood there.

I sat in the king sized bed, slowly building up to courage to make a run for it.

When the courage was built, I leapt out of bed and ran for the door, only to be flung away from it.

I hit the wall, with a loud ‘thud,’ before landing on the floor.

Tears welled up in my eyes after I groaned in pain. My back was definitely gonna be bruised.

I crawled for the door as fast as I could, but got violently dragged by an invisible force. I dragged my nails against the carpet.

Once it let me go I quickly rushed to stand up but got aggressively pushed against the wall. The side of my face slammed into the wall, as an unbearable pain shot through my cheek at the violent contact. A Bible flew through the air and hit me in the face. Blood dripped down my nose as I cried in pain. I heard loud knocking on my door and my eyes widened.

“Y/n!? Are you okay?!” A familiar voice shouted.

I tried to get to the door but cried out when a sharp, stinging pain shot through my back.

I sobbed, feeling myself get dragged once more before the entity let go. I jumped up and ran to the door, flinging it open. I was met with four concerned faces, three of them being un-familiar.

I sobbed into my hands, as the traumatic event played over and over in my head.

“What the fuck happened?!” Colby asked.

“Are you okay?!” The blonde boy next to him asked.

“Th-there was something in there!!” I cried out as a blonde girl rubbed my back comfortingly.

“Come to our room for a second. We’ll help you and you can tell us everything.” A black haired girl said, her brows furrowed in worry.

I nodded, following the two girls as the two boys checked my hotel room for anyone.

We entered their hotel room and I sat down on the red sofa.

The blonde girl brought back a tissue and a cold water bottle.

I used the tissue for my nose, after giving a small thanks. I placed the water bottle on the huge bruise on my cheek.

“I’m kris.”

“Celina. And the other boys are Sam and Colby.” Celina said.

“Th-thank you guys.. so much.” You smiled gratefully.

“What happened?” Sam asked.

“I-I don’t know… there was this thing and it-it threw me around like I was a fucking rag doll.” I joked a bit, before wincing from the pain radiating on my back.

“I-I think it scratched my back.” I added. Colby came over to me and asked if he could raise my shirt. I nodded and turned around while he lifted it up.

Though I couldn’t see, they all had wide eyes and opened mouths.

“Holy shit!” Sam exclaimed. “Y/n do you mind if I record this?” He asked kindly, okay with either answer.

“You can, I don’t mind, it just hurts really bad.” I said in a pained voice. “Colby can you take a picture of it and show me?” I asked softly.

He said yes before snapping a picture of it. I stared at the picture in shock, a giant bruise on my side and three, long, bloody scratch marks starting from my upper back and ending right before the waistband of my shorts.

“Holy shit” i mimicked sam just as he started recording my injuries. I turned around and showed the rest.

“Do you wanna stay in our room for the rest of the night?” Colby offered.

“Yes please.” I said, a pleading look lingered in my eyes. “I don’t wanna go back into that room.” Tears welled up in my eyes as Celina and Kris both side-hugged me.

“It’s ok, Y/n you don’t have to.” Kris said, her brows furrowed.

“You’re safe with us. Especially the boys cause they’re a lot stronger than us.” Celina joked, attempting to lighten the mood. I laughed a long, wiping my tears.

“Thanks guys.” I said gratefully.

“Anytime.” The group postponed further exploration of the building so they could make sure I was alright.

Celina and Kris called it a night, heading to their own room to sleep or try to contact anything.

I started to get sleepy while Colby was treating my wounds. “I’m tired.” I admitted.

“I’m almost done, just try to stay up for one more minute.” He applied ointment to the scratches and ice to the bruises.

I was definitely gonna tell the hotel about this in the morning. Even though some people wouldn’t believe me, it was worth a shot.

Once Colby was done in informed me of it and I crawled under the sheets and lied in the middle of the bed.

Sam and Colby lied on either side of me, and yet I still unconsciously cuddled closer to Colby.

“Goodnight.” I sighed, feeling safe with the two boys I had only just met.

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

—

The end.

[newtkive]

shift shenanigans - social media au (pt. 2)

note: yes there’s the main work chat w carmy, the secret coworker chat w/o carmy, and the secret secret bestie chat w syd, marcus, and yourself. it would be canon.

warnings: crude humor, slightly offensive jokes

part one

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chefboyardee: life lately

see all 9 comments

syd_adamu: that pho was life changing

↳ chefboyardee: i think it was the best i’ve ever had

marcus.brooks11: feet off the table @syd_adamu

↳ chefboyardee: leave my girl alone

↳ richietheking: I knew you guys were lez

↳ syd_adamu: we aren’t and you can’t say that

↳ chefboyardee: oh.. we aren’t? ☹️😔

↳ syd_adamu: 😑

carmyberzatto: 🍲🔥

THE GOLDEN TRIO

[ 7:45 AM ]

y/n: did you see

did you see

did

you

see

ogmgokggkowkfofsk

syd: pardon??

what did richie do oh my god

did he post another picture of him with the gun from that one day

fuckkkk carmys gonna be so mad

marcus: nope i wish

y/n: he commented on my post 😭😭😭😭

syd: who

marcus: think about it

who else would cause this reaction

y/n: carmy!!!!!!!

i woke up to him commenting 🍲🔥 😍😍😍😍

syd: woah and the heart eyes?

y/n: no that’s my addition

syd: the bar is in hell

HES YOUR BOSS

y/n: AND I WANT HIS BABIES??

marcus: y’all so hype to be pregnant THEN BOOOMMM ‼️ THE BABY’S UGLY AND BALD WITH ECZEMA 😩🤨

syd: LMFAOOOOO WHOS YALL THO????

y/n: bye im done

im leaving for work.

don’t talk to me ever again

done.

marcus: bye 👋

why do you leave so early fool

syd: so she can be teachers pet

marcus: smh always there before everyone

y/n: not true.

syd: i thought you weren’t talking to us

y/n: 😒

marcus: want me to bring y’all an iced latte again

y/n: …. 😁

WORK

[ 8:15 AM ]

y/n: AYOOOO

great job cleaning up after work yesterday 😊👍

richie: Is this a joke?

y/n: why would i joke about such a thing

carmy: Y/n what are you doing

y/n: u said to tell everyone their housekeeping is shitty

carmy: No I said I was going to tell them that, and you said no I’ll do it

This is not what I meant

y/n: well you yell too much

marcus: ouch

that’s my station 😔

carmy: Well clean it better

y/n: im using reverse psychology and positive reinforcement

carmy: Not what that means

y/n: well notice how no one’s mad at me

im making alliances day by day

richie: You’ve worked here for two years and we are already friends

y/n: so you’re saying you aren’t my ally

richie: No

We are definitley in an alliance

y/n: love u richie

richie: Don’t go that far

chefboyardee’s instagram stories

WE HAVE THE BEEF 🥩

[ 3:25 PM ]

y/n:

he so fine im bouta cermmmmm

syd: …..

marcus: :O

y/n: why are you acting shocked

like i haven’t said this daily

tina: Woah girl who?

y/n: HUH

richie: I’m not in the picture I don’t get it

syd: let’s just keep working before carmy notices

tina: I don’t care I’m on smoke break. Who are you talking about girl? Spill the tea..

marcus: she was talking about me you guys

y/n: the guy in the back

oh i mean yeah marcus

tina: The meat delivery guy? He has a wife..

y/n: we are having an affair

marcus: no it’s about me

richie: I didn’t know Marcus and Y/n were a thing..

tina: Something ain’t right. No way they are.

marcus: we aren’t it’s just our sense of humor

y/n: i was just being funny!

tina: What did Jeff just yell inside?

syd: came out of the office and said “just cuz we’re slow doesn’t mean you can play on your phones” 👍💯

tina: Whatever. No chance Y/n meant Marcus. You got the hots for Jeffrey?

y/n: what no

tina: Well I wouldn’t blame you. He’s cute

y/n: OMG RIGHTTTTTTT

its the tattoos isn’t it

richie: You have to be fucking joking

tina: I was playing..

y/n: im confused

syd: that was cruel

marcus: who cares it’s not a big deal

y/n: so you don’t think he’s cute tina?? ☹️☹️

tina: No he is cute… for you 😝

y/n: this is humiliating

richie: I’ll tell him

y/n: NO

stop

sSTOP THATS NOT FUNNY

richie im not joking i’ll put a bomb in your floorboards

richie: I’m just fucking with you kid

tina: This isn’t over.

THE GOLDEN TRIO:

[ 3:40 PM ]

syd: y/n….

marcus: you look like a ghost y/n

y/n: i cannot believe i sent that to the wrong gc

i’m done im so done

marcus: stop looking so sad it’s making me feel bad

syd: it’s okay! just be thankful it wasn’t to the work groupchat with him in it..

marcus: true it could be worse

y/n: i guess so

thank you for trying to cover for me marcus

marcus: anytime you know i got you

syd: let’s get back to work before we start looking obvious

[magneto-was-fucking-right]

The Ghost Next Door - Chapter 1

Prompt: After suffering an almost lethal injury in combat, Simon "Ghost" Riley expected a dull, and uneventful leave back at his shitty apartment. His new next-door neighbor ruins his plans. Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (named Riley Thomas for plot purposes)

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Disclaimer: slow burn; neighbor!Simon; will eventually contain very graphic descriptions of smut;

Chapter summary: Ghost returns home to find he has a new noisy neighbor: a socially awkward veterinarian with questionable cooking skills. Word Count: 1.5k

When Simon Riley limply walked in on his flat after four months of deployment, he could barely breathe. The stale air from the lack of proper ventilation had trapped in the humidity of the past rainy days, the walls poorly insulated, and therefore, moldy. As per usual, the place looked terribly dull, the scarce decorative elements inadequately arranged, but certainly well-fitting to the dingy apartment complex in Manchester.

Dropping his duffel bag by the door dismissively, instead of opening the curtains and letting in the evening light, he first headed to the fridge, analyzing its usual contents: two beers, a carton of milk (most likely spoiled by now), a jar of marmite and an old noodles container from the Chinese restaurant he liked, stinking up the place.

“Forgot ya little fucker” he made sure to remember to throw it out later, before grabbing a beer and plopping himself on the couch, careful enough to not hurt his wounded leg any further. But as soon as he grabbed the remote from under his thigh, ready to turn on the news and resituate himself with the current ongoings of the British populace, he finally paid attention to the commotion next door.

“Bloody fucking hell” He groaned “What’s all this racket?”

He heard thumping, scratching, something breaking, quick footsteps and what seemed to be a gentle voice cooing “oh no, please, not again”. Just as he was processing the fact that he didn’t remember having any horizontal neighbors since he first signed the lease (one of the main reasons why he even signed in the first place), an aggressive knock on his door made him instantly rise to his feet, grabbing a black facemask from his bag and moving silently to peek through the peephole.

“Mr. Riley!” The old woman on the other side called out, still knocking, and Simon sighed deeply in annoyance. “I know you’re in there, I saw you come in earlier.”

“Fucking cunt” He muttered under his breath, weighting whether ignoring her would make her leave at once (it wouldn’t, and they both knew it).

He took a deep breath before unlocking the door, regretting it immediately.

“There ya are” She started, shoving a couple papers on his chest, and forcing a pen between his calloused fingers “I need you to sign this immediately.”

“What are you on about?” He tried his best to keep it polite and cordial, but the woman’s presence and constant complaints always filled him with inevitable rage.

“Your neighbor” She pointed to the door next to his, where a great deal of noise still stemmed from the walls “She cannot and will not stay here. She is insufferable.”

Well that makes two, innit? He thought to himself, biting down his tongue.

Faced with his menacing silence, she carried on with her melodramatic monologue:

“It’s a petition to kick her out, I’m getting everyone to sign, even the new tenants, then I’ll arrange a meeting with the landlady for a formal hearing.”

“What the fuck did she do?” Simon inquired, clearly irritated, reading the five signatures on the first page. He was pretty sure three of them were in the same handwriting.

She looked at him indignantly, extending her arms at the door once again, indicating the ongoing clatter.

“She has a bloody jungle in there! Cats, dogs, birds, and God forbid, rats if you can believe it!”

“Mrs. Parsons, I think we all had rats in our apartments at some point this year.”

“Not as pets! It’s disgusting, and everyone’s been complaining about the noise!”

He glared at her indifferently, eager to return to the comfort of his privacy and wallow in his frustration, giving his leg some much needed rest. She stepped back, seemingly realizing that Mr. Riley was in one of his moods, not keen on indulging in useless chatter or gossip.

“Right, well, not interested.” He tried to return the signatures, to which she vehemently refused, pushing them back to his chest.

“At least consider it Mr. Riley. She lives right next to you and the walls are thin. Your signature’s the most important one.”

“Will do.” He shut the door on her face, mindlessly throwing the papers and the facemask on the coffee table as he limped back to the couch and turned on the tv. He hissed after realizing he had ripped his stitches as he sat down aggressively, a splotch of blood soaking the fresh bandage he had been arranged on base.

“Fuckin’ hell” he sighed tiredly, deciding he would deal with it first thing in the morning.

***

As the pandemonium progressively decreased throughout the night, Simon had fallen deep asleep on the sofa, tv still on and feet kicked up on the table. But when there was a new knock on the door, this time softer, he felt like he could have only been sleeping for five minutes, exhaustion and grumpiness still ingrained in his bones.

“What now?” He groaned to himself, massaging his sore neck, and finally remembering to kick off his boots. He was so used to sleeping fully clothed, often even geared up and ready to go, that he always took some time to remember how to act like a civilian again once he was back home.

Just as he readjusted himself to go back to sleep, his lids semi closed and arms crossed over his chest, one more knock arose anger in his belly at his newly interrupted rest. Frustrated, he sighed before getting up, easing up the pressure on his wound as the sharp pain reminded him of the ruptured sutures from the previous evening.

Facemask on once again, Simon opened the door aggressively, expecting Mrs. Parsons to come collect her newfound project in ruining other people’s lives, and therefore halfway of saying “What the fuck do you-”

“I-I’m so sorry! I know it’s early and I was probably a huge bother all night, but I wanted to apologize before leaving for work and-”

“Slow down.” He commanded, stopping the young woman’s panicked rant. He had barely rubbed sleep from his eyes and his mind wasn’t yet ready to take in another dreadful monologue. He observed her intently, as he often did to potential threats (usually concealed by the shadows), but as the circumstances proved different, she observed him right back. He always felt strange and vulnerable without the skull mask, regardless of the black facemask covering half of his visage anyway.

She couldn’t possibly be over 25 years old, her bright and cheerful complexion not carrying the weight of the tired lines that came at 30. She was considerably shorter than him, but still quite tall for a woman, her frame concealed under oversized scrubs that seemed ridiculously out of place; her hair messily tied in a long braid. She held up a tray with what seemed to be freshly baked cookies, but about half of them were burnt.

As she smiled nervously, he noticed one of her canines was slightly chipped, and the small white scar across her right eyebrow almost distracted him from the dimples. If she had noticed him stare at the small imperfections, she didn’t seem bothered at all, continuing her anxious speech as if she had practiced in front of the mirror beforehand.

“Right, I’m sorry, I really hoped we could meet in better circumstances.”

“What time is it?” Simon groaned, looking at his wrist to check his watch. “Fuckin’ hell, it’s 6 in the bloody morning.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I was gonna bake you a cake and offer you tea, but I was called in unexpectedly yesterday an-”

“That’s lovely and all, but why are you knocking on my door at six in the morning with half-burnt cookies?” He interrupted moodily and almost regretted it once he saw her smile falter and her cheeks redden in shame.

“Oh…” She lowered the tray, her eyebrows scrunched as she analyzed the overcooked treats and tried hard to recover. “Well, I just wanted to apologize for all the noise from last night before I left for work. I feel terrible about it and-”

“Apology accepted.” He stepped back, ready to shut the door.

“Wait!” She held it with her foot, nervously trembling under his cold gaze. She took a deep breath, and he sighed, his head slightly tilted to the right, as if deciding what to think of the socially awkward woman meddling in his business. “I just…”

“Go on.” He encouraged, trying to speed up the end of the uncomfortable encounter.

“I’m new here.” she blurted out “I moved in about a month and a half ago and people don’t seem to like me very much already” she sighed, and he noticed the dark bags under her tired eyes.

“So I’ve heard.”

“I work at the Vet clinic a few streets nearby-”

“I didn’t sign it.” He interrupted once again, and she would certainly be frustrated if she wasn’t so happy about what he said.

“The petition?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?” Her face gleamed with relief “Because I-”

“I’m due to consider it.” He added, her expression quickly dropping to disappointment.

“Why?” Her soft, defeated tone could almost pull on his heartstrings. If he had one.

“I don’t know if you’ll bother me yet.” Now he was just messing with her.

“I won’t!” She argued, defensively.

“Alright. I’ll think about it over that cake.” He closed the door, leaving her open mouthed in shock, the tray of cookies still in hand.

He heard her softly press her forehead to the door after a thoughtful moment, and then yell out:

“Are you allergic to anything?”

“People.”

A/N: I'm back! I wrote this months ago but only just decided to start posting these series :) I LOVE writing porn but when it comes with a cute backstory attached it's just *chef's kiss*. I plan on keeping the chapters simple and comforting - writing has been really helping me cope with seasonal depression, and the boredom of routine in general. New chapter coming soon... Enjoy!

[haunted-headset]

📱 Going Postal At The Party 📱

summary: Wilbur thinks you're cheating on him at a party. Turns out he was very wrong.

a/n: this was based off of either a Chris or Matt Sturniolo fic that I read that I can't remember the name of, if any of you know what this fic is, plz lemme know!

contains: cursing, angst with a happy ending, flirting, crying, texts, use of Y/N, pet names, jealousy, Wilbur's a bit of a dick, mentions of bad exes & thought of cheating (let me know if i missed anything!!

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot(let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

word count: 942

You had dragged Wilbur to a house party your friend invited you to. You could tell he didn't want to, mainly due to the fact that his mind would be plagued by the idea of other people hitting on you or trying to get with you. It also didn't help that you looked drop-dead gorgeous; you had a white button-up shirt tucked into short, tight denim shorts with a black tie & fishnets; truly a sight for sore eyes.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks, okay?" you said to Wilbur, who had his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Alright, love. Be careful. & come back quickly," he told you, kissing your forehead. You smiled & left for the bar. You told the bartender the drinks you wanted & you sat on one of the sticky stools, waiting for your drinks to be prepared.

"Oh my god, Y/N!" a cheerful voice said from behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see Claude, an old coworker back when you used to work at the coffee shop across the street from your shared apartment with Wilbur. "It's been forever, girl!"

"Claudy!" you said happily, giving him a hug. "It's been ages! How's life been?"

"I got engaged!" he said, showing you the ring on his finger. You gasped & clapped happily, holding his hand to examine the ring. "He's such a good guy. His name's James, 6'4, plays the drums, & he loves cats & rain."

"Sounds like a Wattpad dream man," you teased. He playfully swatted your arm with a laugh.

"How's your relationship with Wilbur been?" he asked. "Last time I remember, you were head over heels for him, right?"

"He's the best," you said dreamily. "He's such a gentleman, & he's so good to me."

"That's good!" he said, his hand now resting on your arm. "I'm so happy for you, Y/N. You deserve him. & this is a reward for having to put up with shitty exes."

"Oh my God, you're so right," you said, resting your hand on his arm, too. "Remember Jared?"

"Oh. My. Days," he sighed. "Such a dickhead. Girl, I have no idea how you survived being in a relationship with him. Give me some of your patience right now."

You laughed & were about to say something when you felt your phone buzz. "It's probably from Wil," you told Claude. You opened up the text.

Your heart started to beat out of your chest. Did he actually think you were cheating on him?

"You okay?" Claude asked. You didn't respond.

Claude had seen the texts & let you leave without a word. You walked outside & it was pouring rain, which meant you had to stand in the rain for at least five minutes until your ride came. Great.

When the Uber finally arrived, you were shivering & dripping with rainwater & the smell of petrichor hung on your skin, & you got into the car as you tried your hardest not to cry.

"How's your night been?" the Uber driver asked.

"It's been alright!" you lied, putting on a fake happy tone. "How about you?"

"Eh, not too bad," she said. "My girlfriend didn't want me to take any drives tonight because of how rainy it is." She laughed slightly. "She's always so worried for me." You laughed in return & you two didn't say anything for the rest of the night.

When she pulled up to the house, she politely bid you adieu & made sure you got to the door before driving off. You opened the door to the apartment & looked around. He wasn't in the kitchen or in the living room. Maybe he hadn't gotten home yet. You took off your shoes & left your bag on the kitchen counter as you trudged upstairs.

"Darling!" Wilbur sprang up from the bed when you entered the bedroom. He immediately dropped to his knees & kissed the backs of your hands, the palms, the knuckles, & the wrists while telling you how wildly sorry he was.

"What's on the bed?" you asked, looking over at the bed, covered in objects.

"Your favorites," he told you, standing up. "Snacks, candy, drinks, & your favorite flavor of ice cream. I also got you those new slippers you had wanted the other day when we were at Target, a blanket, & a few stuffed animals, too. There's a cat, a Pompompurin,--I'm pretty sure he's your favorite Sanrio character, but, if I was wrong, I got you a Keroppi plush, too, & a My Melody one--& a green dinosaur that looks like Dino from that one game you like...what was it called? Oh, yeah, Like A Dino. I also restocked your skincare stuff & your hair stuff, since you told me you were running out."

Without even realizing it, you started crying. You brought a hand up to your mouth to hide the expression you were making when you cried.

"Did I do something wrong, baby?" asked Wilbur, kissing your hairline & your forehead repeatedly. "Why're you crying?"

"I-I just--I got so mad at you over text & you still got all of this for me," you hiccupped.

"You had every right to be mad at me, my moon," he whispered, removing your hand away from your mouth to press a light kiss to your lips. "I was a bitch & I was being so rude to you, & you didn't deserve that." Without warning, he picked you up bridal-style, causing you to yelp & immediately wrap your arms around his neck.

"C'mon, sweet baby. Pick a movie & let's go cuddle."

[divijohm]

Can you Do When Ben Drowned Comforts Suicidal Fem!S/O (Also If Anyone is Suicidal then I Felt Sorry for Them and I Wish I Could see People Have to Care for Them or Someone have to Call Suicidal Hotline So It will Helps Them, Seriously Don't do this IRL Otherwise Suicide is Tragic)

Ben comforting Suicidal s/o

A/n: As a person who tried to kill myself 3 times by pure rage and raw strength (unplanned) I'll base this in my experience. If you're passing through this thoughts please seek help the world isn't as shitty as media makes it look like, I recommend following @/jacobsimonsays on TikTok he tells daily good news about the world, also #hopecore is great it'll give you a lil more hope in humans ALSO step outside, even if it's just in your backyard take a little bit of sunlight, eat and drink, go for a walk, get a pet if you can, seriously it may sound dumb but as someone who's been there this helps lots. The pet specially is a great suicide prevention, you'll think of them when you're trying and (at least for me) it makes you stop, just remember to take care of the lil fella

TW: SUICIDE, (3) FAILED SUICIDE ATTEMPTS, SUICIDE IDEALISATION, PASSIVE SUICIDE

⚰️ He found you, rope attached to your neck, you weren't really up anything you're just going to pull the rope until you died. You were crying, but you weren't stopping anytime soon. You wanted it all to end, he had to call help because he couldn't get your grip out of the rope. You blacked out but other than that, and the rope bruise on your neck, you're fine

⚰️ then he found you, again, this time violently banging your head on the wall trying to crack your skull over he managed to make you stop voluntary, he did a quick bandage on your bleeding head but not much after that, he was worried of course but he didn't really knew how to best act in this situation so he just. Stayed there while you cried until you slept.

⚰️ The third time was what really got him, you're in the bathtub, you've used something that made your body limp, your head wasn't above water and your wrists where cut making the water a pretty light pink, he panicked so hard he couldn't help you nor get help. You're not moving, he thought you died he screamed so hard that he bleed out of his throat, someone else heard it and helped.

⚰️ "Why would you do that? Aren't you happy here? Don't you like my company? Have I done something? Is someone or something bothering you?" He asked after you finally woke up. You couldn't answer, you didn't know what was wrong, your life wasn't bad, you lived well, you had good friends, a good family, etc. Maybe you weren't cut out for this world. You couldn't answer so you cried, cried and cried some more he held you close the whole time.

⚰️ He never really asked why after that only time

⚰️ After that chat you stopped your attempts, for his sake and for the sake of your family, you would want your favorite family member and him to have to bury you, but that didn't mean you've stopped desiring death.

⚰️ You started acting more recklessly than your usual, they would notice if looked close enough, you started eating less and when you did it wasn't healthy, you've stopped looking to both sides when crossing the street, engaged more with potentially violent people, started drinking (more if you drunk already), etc

⚰️ no one seemed to notice, but Ben did, he was worried but didn't know how to approach the situation.

⚰️ After some research from his part he started taking care of you in subtle ways, taking you to those fancy healthy restaurants where there's all the junk food you like but they're made of healthy things, calling you to go to park dates so you can get sunlight and walk a bit, healthy things disguised as silly stuff

⚰️ You got a little bit better with all that, after all a healthy body is a healthy mind but still not good enough for Ben you were still acting too recklessly for his taste.

⚰️ He heard that pets help people's mental health so he got you a dog, a big one, think golden retriever or German Shepherd big. You love it.

⚰️ You're not in good health yet, you still have your super down days, but now you're better and the future looks a little bit brighter

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

Hii love!💕 okay that last Billy request feat Eddie& Steve was perfection and give me an idea.I love the 3 of them together so much especially Billy 🥵

Okay a thot, request if you want.

How about the 3 of them are your best friends/ very protective over you, their girl. And you of course are in love with them and ask the 3 of them to be your first and to take your virginity.

Lol ignore this if you want 💕

ooh! virgin readers are def one of my favorite things to write. my first time wasn't that great, i'd like to imagine someone having a good one😭. but yes love the idea!, i kindaaa changed it a bit so y/n doesn't ask, but billy compromises with her. hopefully you like it💗.

billy, steve, eddie x female reader.

content: smut, praise, 4some, belly bulge, reader is a virgin, biased towards billy, pet names, swearing, a lil spank at the end, they're gentle, billy is pretty much in charge of all of you lol, this is pretty long so get settled.

Felt so lonely, yet you weren't alone. The painful soreness in your arm as you've been fingering yourself for at least 20 minutes now, still unable to get yourself to cum. You miss when it used to be so easy to get off, but it only got harder each time you tried. You were a virgin, which was slightly embarrassing at the gorgeous time of 18, senior year. You knew you wanted someone to take your virginity but you didn't like anyone at your school.. besides, your three best friends would not approve of anyone doing that to you.

Eventually giving up on trying to masturbate yourself into cumming at the half hour mark, you change into pajamas and wash your hands before laying down to head off to sleep.

The next morning you wore a pretty outfit, on purpose. In hopes maybe today you could muster some random guy you could give less of a shit about to just take it from you. Flaired jeans and black flats, with a black turtle neck and a gold necklace. You even put eyeliner on your lower lash line and wore mascara. Even a layer of lip gloss and big hoops to spice it all up.

You looked real pretty, and you knew that. You hear the loud engine of Billy's car outside your home and you head out the door. You enter the front passenger seat. It was your seat, Steve and Eddie in the back. Rock You Like a Hurricane by the Scorpions had been playing too.

"Morning princess. Look pretty today, I like it." Billy says, tipping down his sunglasses before beginning to drive off to school.

"What made you wanna dress up today? I mean, you look beautiful, but why? You usually wear like.. one of our hoodies and leggings or something like that." Eddie asks.

He was right, you had one of each of their hoodies and you would wear them often. Leggings were always comfortable and never looked weird or out of place at Hawkins High.

"Thought maybe today could be the day." You smile, applying more lip gloss as you look in the mirror before closing it.

"The day?" Steve says before Billy cuts him off, "With who." more so a statement rather than a question.

"Not sure yet." You look at Billy who doesn't bother to look you back, keeping his eyes on the road. "Why?"

"Because, y/n. Some random dude isn't gonna take your virginity."

"Virginity? You're crazy y/n." Eddie says, placing a hand on your shoulder.

They were overly protective of you, didn't want you with any guys. And definetly didn't want you getting hurt, heartbroken, or used.

"What's the big deal, guys? It's fine. It's been too long to still be a virgin, I want to.. get off for once." You mumble.

"Get off?" Steve says.

"Masturbate." Billy says before he pauses, "Virginity is something you want when it comes to the shitty guys at our school.".

It was weird hearing him telling you to do something like that. The three of you had obviously touched the subject of sex before but never talked about what you actually did.

"Uh–" You open your mouth to say something but you end up just shutting it, not wanting to make it weird.

But they egg you on, "What?" Steve asks, "You were gonna say something, what?"

"It doesn't work anymore." You mutter quietly, honestly only Billy could hear what you said with the music playing and the subtle wind from his window being open while he smoked a cigarette.

"What do you mean, 'doesn't work anymore'?" Billy asks, finally looking at you.

"I dont know, I just.. can't cum when I masturbate anymore. I try, 30 minutes and I still didnt." He cuts you off asking "When was this?".

"Last night." You mumble quietly.

"Silly girl." Steve chuckles from the back and Eddie laughs subtly with him. You look back at them in confusion. "You should've called, would've helped just hear a man's voice I bet."

Eddie laughs at Steve's joke, agreeing with him. You roll your eyes and look back at Billy, "What better choice do I have, B. I'm 18, wanna live."

He doesn't respond for moment, like he doesn't know how to respond. Likely, because he didn't. He hadn't known what to say to you. You had been partially right.

He'd think on it for a moment before responding, "How 'bout uh, you don't get with some random guy. Let– let us do it." He says, rather than stuttering he simply pauses between his words as he shifts his head to watch for cars pulling into the school driveway, "Okay?".

You look down a play with your hands for a moment, "So.. after school I come here and meet the three of you here and you'll bring us to somewhere where we will be 'lone?" You mumble nervously, looking Billy in the eyes after he parks.

He looks back at Steve and Eddie, Steve smirks and Eddie shifts his shoulders up. "Yeah. Yeah, come here after school, all of you." He eyes the three of us who nod before exiting the car.

The entire day was enticing, you were excited but nervous for after school. It only made the day full of compliments and little work being done go by quicker. Your thoughts would almost solely be of your three best friends, what they would do to you. What it would feel like.. is it scary?

The school hours came to an end and you ended up finding Steve in the hallway, "Steve!" You shout, catching up with him.

He throws and arm over your shoulder, making regular conversation with you as you two make your way to Billy's camaro, where he'd be smoking a cigarette with Eddie.

"I'll be back." Billy says, handing the cigarette to Eddie before walking over to the school bus that was getting ready to leave. He makes it there just in time to talk to Max, his sister before she got on the bus.

"I uh, might not go home tonight, alright. Here's 20 bucks order pizza, don't talk to strangers—"

"Don't let anyone in the house, lock the door, when your dad and my mom get home let them in and tell them your sleeping. Got it." Max cut him off before getting ready to enter the bus.

"Hey shitbird," he'd call before she can make it fully on, she looks back at him when he says "come here."

She gets off the bus and he pulls her into a half hug, "Just, be safe.. brat."

And for a moment, she smiles when she wraps her arms around his torso before letting go and entering the bus again.

Billy makes his way back over to the three of you, and your smiling as you lean against Eddie's chest taking a drag of the cigarette.

You open your mouth to say something but Billy says before you can, "Don't." taking the cigarette from your hand, taking one drag before throwing it on the ground "Get in the car.".

The four of you enter the car, Steve and Eddie getting in the back, you in the passenger and Billy driving. He quickly exits the school parking lot. Eddie and Steve are talking about something that you can't hear in the back over Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash.

"Where we goin'?" You ask Billy with a coy smile on your pretty features. He looks at you before looking back to the road saying "Motel 8. Said you wanted us to be alone, didn't you?"

Nodding your head softly, looking at the road. You were scared, didn't know what to expect. Not only were you losing your virginity, but to your three bestfriends.

"Nervous, princess?" Billy asks, placing a hand on your thigh to rub it soothingly. You nod when he looks at you. "Better than a random guy, baby. We'll be gentle, okay?"

That made you smile softly and relax a little as you get closer to Motel 8. You try to listen to the boys' conversation in the back but can't quite make out what they're saying, but you're pretty sure they're doing homework when you look behind you to see the writing down things on some paper.

Billy parks outside the Motel saying "Wait here." before he exits the car and walks inside.

"Why do we have to wait in here?" Steve asks before Eddie answers "Because it would look like we were doing something illegal if three guys walked in there with a girl asking for a one bed room?" putting his papers in his backpack.

You exit the car saying, "I'm gonna go in, you guys come in... 5 minutes?". You walk to the door and see Billy standing talking to the woman at the front desk, grabbing cash out of his wallet. You walk up behind him and stand next to him, he looks down at you before swiftly looking back to the woman, handing her the cash.

"Enjoy your stay." She smiles and hands the key to the room to Billy and we make our way to the room.

Billy opens the door, allowing you to walk in first as he follows, closing it behind him. You turn around to face him and walk into him, wrapping your hands around his waist and snuggling your head into his chest. He wraps arms around you and you look up at him.

He brings his hands to your cheeks before kissing you softly, that kiss becoming more passionate when his tongue enters your mouth. You moan into his mouth as he pushes you back until the back of your knees hit the end of the bed, causing you to sit down. The most you did with Billy was peck his lips, as with the other boys. He was a really good kisser, though.

"So beautiful." He'd whisper out to you before kissing you hungrily again. "Want you all to myself." The two of you would giggle into eachothers mouths, open mouthed kisses being exchanged.

You lie down and he'd hover over you, beginning to kiss your jaw before you hear a knock at the door. He stands up to make his way to the door before you pull him back to get one more messy kiss from him.

After then, he does walk over to the door and you sit up when he opens it and Steve and Eddie enter the room. "Any weird stares from the lady?" You ask, sarcasm lacing your tone.

"Luckily not." Steve chuckles, walking over to lay on the large bed, resting his arms behind his head and crossing his legs.

"At least take off your shoes, asshole." Eddie says, flicking an elastic to hit Steve in the face. He kicks his shoes off, "Better., asshole?" he flicks the elastic back at Eddie, who catches it before tying his long hair in a low pony.

Billy comes and stands between your legs as the other boys go and mess around with stuff in the room such as the things in the fridge and what not. He caresses your cheeks, "Sorry, got us stuck with these idiots." he chuckles softly and you laugh back.

"It's okay, it'll be fun." You smile and he lowers his head to kiss you. Your hands making their way to the back of his head to play with soft blonde curls, pulling on his mullet he'd moan into your mouth quietly.

Billy begins to unbutton his shirt, continuing to kiss you. You push his chest back, "We're starting without them?" nodding your head, smiling.

"Uhuh," He kisses you again, "they'll hear then come over here." pushing you farther into the mattress.

He removes his shirt, asking "What do you wanna do, princess?".

You think for a moment, looking up at him and he stands up, allowing you to sit up. "I want you to see me, naked." You mumble nervously.

"Okay." He walks over to the side of the bed to sit down and you finally stand up. You walk over to him and turn around asking him to unclip your necklace, moving your hair out of the way as he takes off the dainty jewelry. You take off the large hoops, placing all of them on the table that holds a lamp and phone by the bed.

You take off your flats, beginning to unbutton and unzip your pants, but don't pull them down. Rather moving to your shirt, slipping the thin material up and over your head to reveal a black bra. You look at Billy's face to examine his facial expression, wondering if he wants you to keep going. His eyes trail up from your body to your eyes, seeing how nervous you were.

He places hands on your hips and pulls you to stand between his legs, "Baby you're so pretty. If you don't wanna do this we don't have to, you do know that right?"

"I want to." You say almost too fast, "I'm just.. nervous.".

"Go slow, it's just me. I'll be gentle, baby, I promise." He kisses your tummy softly, looking back up into your eyes, "I'll tell them to be gentle too when you want them to come in.".

"They can come in now if you want.." You mumble out to him softly and he nods before calling them.

They walk out from the kitchen where they'd been doing whatever they were to see you half naked and Billy looking over his shoulder at them.

You hear Steve groan as he walks over, "Fuck, you're so pretty." making his way behind you to move your hair so he can kiss your shoulder and neck.

"You guys are gonna be gentle with her, okay?" Billy says seriously to the boys, watching your eyes. Steve nods and you hear Eddie say from behind Billy, "Course.".

You look over to Eddie who gives you a look of assurance. You smile, "Come here." calling him over.

He gets on the bed nearly beside Billy but slightly behind him. You climb onto Billy's thigh and pull Eddie's face in to kiss him softly. He rubs hands in your hair to pull you deeper into the kiss. You moan into Eddie's mouth when Billy begins to move your hips against his thigh, creating friction.

You pull away from the kiss with Eddie and smile at him before Steve pulls the back of your bra back before letting it go, making it slap against your skin. "Can I unclip it?" He asks behind you, rubbing your back softly.

You nod and hum "mhm." as Steve unclips the material. It slides down your arms and you take it off. Billy looks into your eyes before kissing your breasts softly, taking a nipple into his mouth to bite on it softly. The second you flinch and gasp is the second he stops and asks "You okay?".

You giggle "Yes, B." before kissing his lips softly and getting off his lap. You turn around to face Steve. He brings his hands up to caress your breasts softly as he leans in to kiss you tenderly with tongue.

Each if the three of them had different ways of kissing you. They were all good at it, it was just all so different.

You pull away before bringing your thumbs to belt loops in your jeans, slowly pulling them down your thighs and soon completely off your body. And now you're left in front of them purely in your black panties.

Though, soon those would be off too and you'd find your self laying beneath Billy as his cock prods at your entrance. "Are you ready?" He'd ask when you nod. "Tell me when you wanna stop, okay?" His cock enters your tight cunt to slowly push inside of you. It was painful, especially since his cock was so large it felt like forever until his full length was finally settled inside of you.

"Tell me when you want me to go." He says softly. Steve plays with your hair as your laying between his legs and Eddie whispers praises from beside you where he palms himself.

You whimper, "Can you move now." You'd ask almost permission though it was your decision. He'd begin to slowly bring his length out of you before pushing it back in. At first, it was slightly painful, until it turned into a mix of pleasure and pain. You'd moan out to him asking for him to move faster and so he does.

His thrusts become more harsh but it only gets more pleasurable each time, "Good girl, you're doing so good for me baby." Billy praises and brings his thumb to rub circles on your clit, the rest of his fingers touching your lower tummy where there's a slight bulge from his large cock pressing into you.

You feel yourself coming close to that long awaited feeling of coming undone. Something that you haven't been able to make yourself do in so long. That feeling that you've been waiting to feel from someone else for the whole 18 long years of your life spent being a virgin.

"B— I'm gonna.." You moan before he brings his face down to kiss you, "Come on baby, cum for me.. cum for us." He groans and you feel his cock twitch inside of you when you feel yourself release.

You breathe heavily as Billy pulls out of you, cumming on your tummy. You laugh quietly smiling tiredly up at him.

He gets off the bed, walking to the bathroom.

"You did so fucking good prettygirl." Eddie says as he kisses your cheek softly then pecks your lips.

"Haven't came in my pants since middle school when I saw my first playboy.." Steve chuckles, continuing to play with your hair softly.

Your tummy rumbles in a giggle as Billy walks back over to where you were on the bed with a small towel, wiping his cum off of your tummy, then wiping slick from inbetween your thighs.

"Are you tired?" Billy asks, rubbing your thighs knowing they'll likely be sore the next day. Luckily it was a Friday. You nod and sit up. He helps you stand up. He's already wearing his boxers again but you're still naked. And you didn't bring clothes to sleep in.

"What am I supposed to sleep in?" You ask and Eddie throws his hellfire t-shirt at you.

"I was about to go get food with Steve anyway, I can stop by my house or his and grab some clothes." Eddie says as he puts on his hoodie.

Billy grabs his keys from his jean pocket and throws them to Steve who's standing by the door. "Don't crash my car, Harrington. And grab me the pair of shorts I have at your house."

The two boys walk out of the house and you put on your panties, already wearing Eddie's shirt. You watch Billy walk off over to the kitchen area in which you hadn't seen yet.

You follow him over there. He looked so sexy too, wearing nothing other than boxers where you could see his large dick (that was soft too).

"You're so hot, and I've always thought that about you guys but like I've never seen you like this." You smirk at him and he only chuckles and looks away.

"Surprised I let you stay a virgin this long, especially since you felt and looked that fuckin' good." He'd walk over to you and kiss you softly with his hands on your waist, rubbing them up the shirt you were wearing to rub your bare back.

You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down into you more.

"How was it, by the way. Are you okay? Anything hurt right now?" He'd ask and you'd nod.

"I'm fine, B. Nothing hurts.. and yes. Couldn't imagine my first time being any better." You smile up at him and walk back over to the bed, laying on your stomach. He walks up behind you and slaps your ass before jokingly saying "Next time I won't be so gentle with you then, hm?"

Next time.

[midnightartemis]

Rooftop

Eddie x Steve

Tags: Dom/Sub Vibes, mentions of Voyeurism/Virginity, Dom Eddie, Sub Steve, use of pet names, use of ‘dyke’ but in an endearing way

Eddie calls out Steve for being Robin’s beard.

AN: A short little Drabble/one shot for now but might expand into something longer. I’m thinking a 90s college AU where Steve and Eddie don’t meet in high school. Also I wrote this on my phone in the car and haven’t edited it so sorry for any mistakes

Rating: M

There was something more about Eddie on the rooftop. Away from the party the flashing lights and all the noise Eddie looked like he could breath again. The lights of the city reflected in his eyes dark, round, and beautiful. Steve had to make himself stop staring.

“So,” a small smirk came to Eddie’s lips. “You and Robin, huh?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah.” Steve shifted uncomfortably and shoved his hands in his pockets. The unsettling feeling returned to his gut and she couldn’t shake the feeling that Eddie was making fun of him in some way. “Robin. She’s great.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie stepped in closer to him. “You two done it? What’s your favorite position?”

“I- What- Ed,” Steve sputtered.

Eddie burst out laughing. “How the fuck are you fooling anyone?”

“What? We’re not- We- I,” panic rose like bile in Steve’s throat.

“You think I can’t see a dyke in sheep’s clothing, Stevie?” Eddie’s amused grin did nothing to comfort Steve’s fear. “You’re her beard.”

“I- You can’t tell anyone.” Steve managed to squeeze out between breaths.

Eddie’s amusement softened. “Steve, no I’m not going to tell anyone. I— Do you really not know?”

“Know?” It was taking everything he had not to deck Eddie, to revert to that guy he was in high school that tried to solve everything with his fists. Eddie didn’t know about him. He was just being a good friend to Robin. There was nothing wrong with that— there was—

Eddie’s lips pressed against his and Steve froze.

It was short. Quick. Blinking and you could have missed it. By the time Steve’s brain rebooted Eddie’s face had fallen.

“Did I— Have I severely misread the situation?”

Eddie just kissed him.

Eddie just shared an incredibly shitty kiss with him.

Steve had to fix that problem.

“Shit.” Eddie wiped a hand over his lips and took a step for the door. “I— I’ve gotta go.”

But Steve had always been quick as he grabbed Eddie’s wrist and pulled him back in for a proper kiss this time. “Don’t go.”

Eddie grinned against his lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

Steve opened his mouth to say more but couldn’t find words better than tasting Eddie again. He could taste the nicotine and booze and underneath all that something sweet and uniquely Eddie. Every kiss before this one just felt like practice. But nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of Eddie’s hands on his waist pulling him closer then guiding him back until Steve hit a brick wall.

“Fuck, I should have known your lips are sin.” Eddie whispered.

“Please.” Steve felt like he was dying. That was the only explanation for this.

“Please, what, Princess?” Eddie smirked. Steve groaned at the bolt of electricity that zipped through him. “You like that name?”

“Eddie…” Where had his sanity gone? How had Eddie instantly turned him to putty with just a kiss and some words?

“The things I want to do to you, Princess,” Eddie trails hot, burning kisses along Steve’s jaw. “Can’t be done on a rooftop where just anyone can see.”

The thought of someone watching this, someone seeing Eddie debauch him like this, left Steve gasping. Which only made Eddie grin wider. “Unless you like that sort of thing. Not so much of an Angel are we, Stevie?”

“Fuck me.” Steve let his head his the brick wall. He wasn’t sure how much of this he could take. Eddie had barely touched him and he was already about to cum in his pants.

“If you insist.” Eddie’s teeth grazed his neck. “Your place or mine.”

Oh god. This was happening. This was really happening. There was a party happening two floors below him where Robin was waiting for him and Eddie fucking Munson was propositioning him for—

“I’m a virgin.” Steve cringed as Eddie pulled back.

“Not sure where that came from because I know for certain you are not.” There was a tone of amusement in Eddie’s voice that made Steve turn beet red.

“I’m a… Guy virgin.” The fear that Eddie might not want him now settled like acid in his stomach. “I’ve never… You know.”

“Had sex with a guy?”

Steve nodded. He couldn’t make himself look up at Eddie for fear of what he might find there.

“Do you want to take things slow, baby?” Eddie gently brought Steve’s chin up. “I’m more than okay with that.”

The words caught in his throat as he saw the earnestness in Eddie’s eyes. He nodded. “I still— — I’ve got to get Robin back home. But can we—“

Eddie pulled a sharpie out of his back pocket and took Steve’s hand. He wrote down an address and a phone number on it. “Take care of your girl. Then come here. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathed.

Eddie stole his breath away with one more kiss then left him up on the rooftop. Steve touched his lips as the door closed. The skyline of the city twinkled back at him as the chill of the night returned to him. Steve took a deep breath and adjusted himself before following after Eddie.

*If you enjoyed this, let me know by Reblogging! Thanks for reading :) *

[clockmax]

In Turn for Revenge

A/N: I’m gonna say sorry for the shitty ass writing. Literally my first fanfic I’ve written so I was pretty nervous writing this ahaha… anyways you can just slightly enjoy it if it doesn’t get too cheesy because I’m bitchless and need a new hobby other then wanting to fuck blue alien men

Warnings: mentions of hating Jake, brief mention of kidnapping, mentions of being homesick, pet names, fingering, orgasm, one mention of daddy/sir, porn with little to no plot,reader is in heat (I got carried away..) not proofread /barely proofread, I think that’s all tbh

PAIRING: Miles Quaritch x Na’vi!Fem!Reader

MDNI. REBLOGS, LIKES, AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED

That’s when Miles Quaritch came into play. He had the sole mission of eliminating Sully. You could remember the exact night you had met. A wakeful night for you as you set camp in the forest, eventually being ambushed by the recons. No matter how much you put up a fight and tried to bite them, you were taken away.

For a while, you felt a void in your heart. You had loved Eywa and pandora, yet this empty room stripped you of any connections with the outside. The worst part is you could on,y breath the air for a bit. It was always cold compared to the tropical temperatures of your home. It all distorted you for a bit, lashing out and making so many attempts to run and get out.

You gave up on fighting, you gave up on escape. No matter what you did, Quaritch seemed to detect your motion and put you back in your place. You finally started spitting up information on what you knew. It almost felt like word vomit with how much information you’d spill. You had no one else to talk to during solitude, so it was best for you to talk with the colonel.

With time, he let you grow close to him. Your curiosity about everything only grew. You wanted to know so much more about Miles. Your tail would perk up just from hearing his voice talk to you. Eventually he was able to sneak you away to get some time outside. In return, you gave more information and taught him basic Na’vi

Even if this was all bad, you really didn’t see a problem with it. You hated Jake just as much as Colonel. It’s how the blossom started. Over your months here, you grew close to the recom soldier. Frequent visits to your room for conversations, or excuses to bring you outside to talk. It’s not like anything would go any further. After all, you were what his enemy once was.

You sat in the corner of the room, staring at the mirror as you tail lays beside you. Everything’s quiet and now it always is. You’ve adapted to the room with each day, almost making it your new home. Sure, you wanted to be back in nature with Eywa, but you’ve learned to adapt. Adapted during the war, and adapting now.

Taking a breath from your air pack, you simply sit there in silence. Mind roaming free, thinking of all kinds of situations. That’s until you’ve settle on a certain.. situation with the colonel. Great mother eywa, it was so bad and dirty to even think of a friend like that. Your tail picked itself up, wagging. Your hands covered your face which was burning with blush, the tip of your ears almost going red. No matter what distraction you tried, your mind was stuck on that singular thought.

The thought of him pinning you down, pleasuring you to the brink of stupidity. You just thought your heat had rolled around, but that was quickly thrown away when you realized it’s still too early for heat. As the thought progressed, your core lets out its arousal. The liquid soaking your loincloth, sticking to your thighs.

The feeling was almost uncomfortable. A burning sensation threatening to burst in your stomach, mind going places where it shouldn’t have. The rising arousal was just something out of your control, bothering you to the point you were almost irritated.

Getting up from your corner, pacing the room. Trying to recall memories of your childhood or a song, anything to get your mind. But nothing worked, your mind was fixated on this man; What’s even worse is you thought about him sexually. That was the thing that tinged at you the most. If he even saw you in this state.. Eywa knows the humiliating jokes that would follow.

All this continued for the following minutes. The pool of arousal growing, your core almost pulsing for a touch, tail swaying out of excitement. No matter what your words was, your mind and body were giving away the situations. At this rate, you were convinced this was your heat kicking in early. There was no other plausible explanation you could think of. 

You were so conflicted over your thoughts that you never noticed Miles walking in, almost watching this as if it was entertaining.

“Aye, ya gonna snap back into reality? Been watching you pace like a anxious dog for too long.” His voice is firm, though a small underlying tone of worry was hidden underneath. Your body came to a complete stop, thighs squeezing together as you stood awkwardly.

How on earth were you going to have to explain the heat cycle to him? Even worse he seemed to be all your mind thought about. To your view, he seemed so much hotter in person. You wanted to pounce on him and feel him up. God what was wrong with you.

“Y/n? Are ya okay?” Quaritch asked again, snapping his fingers to get your attention.

“Im uhm-“ You pause, taking a shakey breath as you try to ground your thoughts, “I’ll be okay..”

“Is that so? Ya been pacing around for no reason?” The colonel raised a eyebrow, questioning your words. You were just a hot mess at this point. Eywa sometimes had such a cruel sense of humor. This was humiliating almost.

“If I say you will laugh..” Your voice trailed off as your crouched down to the floor, almost sinking back into your corner. You felt ashamed to tell Quaritch. No matter how close he was to you it just felt like it would make it awkward.

“Come on pumpkin, you know I’d never laugh at you.” The echos of his footsteps stop when he finds his way in front of you, crouching down to your level. The  effect he had on you was something you could never explain. It just made your aroused whenever he called you those names or touched you.

“I have reason to believe my heat cycle has rolled around early.” Mumbling, you avert your eyes to meet Miles’. The eye contact almost sent shivers down your back. The moment those words left your mouth, something changed.

His pupils were blown out, gavial expression changed. He almost looked hungry, like he wanted to devour you right then and there. Something you’ve never seen before. It was common for unmated Na’vi to help each other in heat cycles, but this didn’t seem like he wanted to help.

It was like he’s been waiting for a chance to fuck you, smelling the restraint he used to hold himself back from going down on you right then and there. The aura itself was something ravishing.

“So you want help solving ya issue? Just say the word and I’ll make it real good for ya.” The colonels voice was seducing, drawing you in closer. It felt like your faces were just mere millimeters away. Your breathing sped up, your heart almost popping out of your chest. The word themselves was enough to stir your insides up more, dripping down your inner thigh.

“Use your words, princess. Cant do nothin’ with silence.” Lifting a finger to hold your chin, keeping eye contact.

“Miles.. sir please fuck me.” The words almost rolled off your tongue with ease. All dignity was thrown out the window, all your mind could think about was Quaritch.

“Remove your loincloth and top, want ya on full display for me.” Miles said firmly , wanting to waist no time. If anything, he wanted to see your pretty little face contort with please from him. He wanted to see just how far he could take it until overstimulation became too much for you.

Within seconds you had removed your clothing, leaning into the wall. You did your best to relax, letting the man have his way with you.

“Damn.. if I knew you were this beautiful naked I woulda stripped you sooner..” The words only stirring up your heat more, body practically begging for his touch. Leaning in, lips locking in almost a fiery kiss.

Neither of you pulled away until you couldn’t breathe, almost attached to each other. The Colonel’s hand moving down to your aroused core, fingers forming small circles over your aching mound. Waves of pleasure rippled through your body, hips jerking up into his fingers.

The feelings of his cold, calloused fingers pressed up against your bud was something like no other. Your body giving away just how much you really enjoyed this, maybe more then you should have. Tail whipping against the air, a string of moans falling from your lips.

“Miles, please-“ You whine, hips lazily grinding against his fingers. Your body craved more, wanted more. You wanted Quaritch, you wanted him so bad. It’s like your body was made for him, everything Miles wanted in a women.

“‘Atta Girl, don’t hide your noise.” Eywa, the grip this man has you is insane. His voice was firm enough for you to obliege, yet soft enough to cause that tight feeling in your stomach.

All thoughts going interrupted, the feelings of two fingers entering you almost sending you overboard. The stretch was not too painful, but pleasurable. Velvet walls squeezing on them, slick coating a new layer on the man’s fingers.

“Suckin’ me right in, bet ya’ wanted this.” Miles was right, the amount of times you’ve dreamed of this was almost embarrassing. The feeling of his thumbs on your clit and fingers in you, your mind was going blank.

Only blabbing out incoherent sentences, face going flush. The expert book of the man’s fingers hitting right against the gummy spot in you. Legs shaking, the coil in your stomach almost threatening to snap any minute.

“Sir please-! Right there ohmyeywa-“ You we’re going absolutely blank on him. Hips snapping back with his rhythm.

“That’s it, cum on daddy’s fingers.” If anything, it almost sounded like a command. You didn’t even have to say anything for his pace to pick up.

The knot in your pit got tighter and tighter. Pleasure overwhelming you, body shaking as if this was your first orgasm. It wasn’t long before you did overboil.

Thighs closing, cutting off Miles’ arm from moving. You could feel yourself gush around him, coating his fingers in your sweetness. The sight was something to behold. Fucked out face, shaking legs, if only Quartich could keep you like this forever.

“There we go, feeling better now?” The recons head cocked, making sure you weren’t too overwhelmed. The slight nod from your head telling him all he needed to know.

“Thank you-“ Most of your energy faded away, grabbing your loincloth. The feeling of cold air was starting to bother you.

“Take a few minutes to relax, you’ve got about fifteen minutes before we go back out.”

Oh geez, would have been nice to know that before. You slightly rolled your eyes, giving one last nod before the man walked out.

———

[smeddiemunson]

68 please ❤️ 🥺

hi @spectrum-spectre thank u for the prompt 🖤

68: “You’re making me blush!”

When Eddie got dragged through hell, killed by demon bats, and then resurrected by Steve Harrington’s CPR skills, he never expected anything to come of it. It was supposed to be one of those experiences, a deeply traumatic experience, that he would live through and then hope to forget about it.

But it didn’t happen that way. He got friends out of it.

He got Nancy Wheeler appearing at his trailer at 6pm sharp every night to tutor him. He got Robin Buckley and her quiet solidarity. He got Jonathan Byers trading tapes with him accepting that Metallica were pretty great, but “The Clash are too!”. He got Argyle, whose last name he didn’t even know, that was always down to share his weed and cuddle.

And he got Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington who filled every other gap in Eddie’s life.

All that is to say, Eddie probably should have expected to see his friends cheering his name from a booth near the back of the Hideout as he stepped out onto stage. It shouldn’t have thrown him off. He shouldn’t have been surprised that his band mates were smirking conspiratorially with one another.

He stumbled his way through the set with less grace than usual. It was mostly covers from a pre-approved list that they were given when they booked the gig, but for their service, Corroded Coffin got to play two original songs.

Eddie resolutely didn’t think about how they only got that privilege after news of his murder allegations spread beyond the Hawkins boarders.

“Eddie!” Robin waved at him from the front of the stage, bouncing on her toes. Steve stood next to her and the others were all still at the table they’d commandeered. “Come here!”

He glanced towards his band mates, he’d feel shitty if he left them to pack up without him. They all rolled their eyes in sync and waved him off.

Eddie shared fist bumps with them all and tossed his van keys to Gareth. As the only one with a vehicle large enough to drive all their kit around, he was always the designated driver. Though nights like tonight made him wish he wasn’t.

“Hey!” Eddie said as he crouched at the edge of the stage. It wasn’t raised as high as real stages in real venues, but it gave him enough of a lift that he could swing his legs off the side to sit on the edge and have his feet not touch the floor.

“Why didn’t you tell me you guys were coming?”

“We wanted it to be a surprise,” Steve said. “Are you surprised?”

“Oh, for sure, pretty boy.” Eddie mentally socked himself in the jaw for the pet name but smoothly continued on. “What did you think?”

Steve shifted his weight so he could lean against the stage. He had to tilt his neck back slightly more to look at Eddie, showing the long slope of his neck and the freckle Eddie always finds himself wanting to nibble on whenever he catches sight of it.

He dug his fingernails into his thigh to stop himself reaching out to touch. The last thing he needed was to be distracted by thoughts of his hands on Steve’s neck.

“I think you were great!”

“Oh, Stevie!” Eddie laughed, pulling hair in front of his face. “You’re making me blush! Keep going.”

Steve playfully rolled his eyes with a fake put-upon sigh. “If you insist—“

“I do.”

“I don’t, like, get your music, but you looked, I don’t know, happy? And that made me enjoy it, you know?” Steve ducked his head away from Eddie’s gaze. “It mostly sounded like noise but seeing you enjoy it was fun. It’s like you were made to be on stage.”

“You really think so?” Eddie asked. He really needed to stop being shocked about anything to do with Steve Harrington; first they were friends, now he was validating the greatest love of Eddie’s life?

“I do!” Steve wrinkled his nose when he thought hard about something and his eyes narrowed. “I can’t explain it but, you know how people always say Freddie Mercury or David Bowie were born to be on stage? Born to be performers?”

He waited until Eddie nodded before continuing. “I mean I’ve only seen them on MTV but you’re in the same category as them for me.”

Eddie bit his lip to stop himself from grinning too much. “You‘ve gotta stop, Stevie, or I can’t be responsible for what I do.”

Steve laughed. “All the more reason to keep going then, right?”

Eddie eyed him for a moment. He always got the sense that Steve was trying to say more than he let on. Part of it might have been wishful thinking, but even Eddie’s overactive imagination couldn’t conjure up Steve having the same feelings he did, it was just too far fetched.

“What would you do if I kept going?”

Eddie dropped his head closer to Steve’s, he could feel the heat off his skin and smell the musky cologne Steve always wore; it was almost enough for Eddie to get lost in. He took a second to let his eyes glance around the room, to make sure they weren’t being watched.

“I’d have to kiss you,” he confessed, pulling back quickly so he could gauge Steve’s expression.

Steve’s eyebrows twitched upwards and his lips parted slightly, but he didn’t look like he was about to punch Eddie in the face, so he considered it a win.

“Oh,” Steve breathed. “In that case, we should go somewhere else because I have so much more to say.”

Eddie gaped at him.

He really really had to stop being shocked about Steve Harrington.

[reinadelvudu]

Okay so this has stuck with me and I feel it in my soul!

“Although writers/director are to blame for warping both characters every chance they get and not knowing how to write a mature couple, I too always felt that it's part of Rogue being a bitch to Gambit, it's something she can't seem to help” — on one of your last anon’s.

I haven’t been much into Romy since their wedding and I couldn’t really figure out why until the hype with the 97’ series. I realized that over the span of their on/off relationship she has been reaaaaaaally shitty to him :/ and the more I think on it the less I like the ship.

First we have Antarctica then her dropping him for ol’ crusty (no offence Rogue and Magneto shippers but if anything bring back Joseph for all that) then the really weird comic that I won’t lie I skipped when Raven was pretending to be a kid and seducing Remy because wtf was that!? Yet what I did notice (from a post on Reddit) is that this isn’t the first time Mystique has sexually harassed Remy and Rogue sort of blamed him??? Not mention her own mother trying to kill “her man” but that’s never brought up. Also the Joelle thing!!! I LOVED her so much, so sad she didn’t get to develop but it really felt like Rogue only wanted Remy back because he genuinely liked someone else and she was jealous even though she was the one who dumped him (again!). I’m starting to feel the ship on Rogue’s part just isn’t genuine, that she’s not mature enough to be in a relationship yet.

The biggest pet pev I’ve found for the Romy thing is actually not long before their wedding and I do remember thinking it was over for them in A-X I think? When Rogue made a report about trust for Remy and he either left or was kicked off the team? Anyways I’ve seen that post floating around a few time and yeah :\ hate to admit it but I see why so many people are no longer liking the ship. But your comment about the writers is So So fact! It isn’t just the writing if this has happened more than once which in comic Rogue just seems to shit on Remy all the time, even after their marriage and it kinda sucks now. It feels like there’s no forward for them (in my opinion) It feels dull and all consuming of Remy’s personality. He’s not perfect, I love him for that. He’s so funky and he messes up a lot but he learns and betters himself. Rogue has never once owned her drama or the drama she’s caused for Remy for no good reason. It would be great to see a change in their dynamics but it reads to me as she hasn’t really ever loved Remy she just enjoys how he makes her feel. It doesn’t make her a bad person but it does make her a bad girlfriend/wife/lover. I think Rogue is just one of them people who’s messy. If that makes sense. She has great qualities but she also is very very flawed particularly when it comes to Remy. She’s bitchy, loud and judgemental but she’s loyal to her friends… Remy was never one of them though.

Gambit in his solo era was the perfect version of himself. I really miss that. They don’t have to break them up or anything for that to be a thing again, Rogue is in so many comics beyond the X-men, why can’t Remy? Why does he have to be attached to her like a third limb when she can go off doing whatever she likes. The ickies thing for me with Remy was him never really letting her go even when we’ve seen him having healthy connections with other people and the ickies thing for Rogue is her very controlling tendencies when it come to Remy (The poker game, I don’t think I’ve forgiven the writers for her breaking up his poker game, like gal, you knew that was his thang before you married him).

I’d love Remy to just be… Remy again. To see more of his past life and connections to New Orleans. I was really sad to see in Uncanny X-men that his family wasn’t even mentioned. He’s right there in Louisiana but hasn’t even thought of them. We see more of Remy interacting with Raven + Irene who hate him than we get with his own fam and friends from back home (I love the south, I’ll swallow the comic whole to see some Cajun and Creole culture in a solo for Remy).

I’d love for Rogue to wake up and see what she’s got or just let go because right now it doesn’t seem to be working. We get a few good scenes with them and then it’s back to trust issues and betrayal and making Remy look incompetent (let’s be real, he’s hardly even a main character anymore, he’s eye candy and he’s got as hell but that’s not THEE Remy Lebeau. He can be sexy and a badass) she overshadows him. I’d love to see her and Raven actually have some quality time discussing her childhood or something about their complex past. That’s her mother but they never act that way despite Raven choosing Anna when she never cared for her own children. Something in-depth and meaningful.

All in all, like many hardcore Remy Etienne Lebeau fans, I miss my Ragin’ Cajun. I want him to be a sneaky thief and a sassy Queen again. I’d like his trauma to be acknowledged for once (He has waaaaay too much to be okay) Maybe his trauma is why he struggles to let go of Anna? He def has abandonment issues and after one failed marriage I can see why he’d put his heart and soul into this one even if it isn’t working. (They were better before they were married, a mess but independent so it felt a little more meaningful). I’d also love for Remy to be acknowledged as bisexual. His Wiki states he was supposed to be Bi and have a lover in the Thieves Guild who was a man. I’d be fascinated to know when, where and why. How did that work around his childhood love with Bella Donna. How did his very criminal yet oddly Catholic family deal with that.

Can we just get Remy back?

That's why I say the problem goes beyond the writers. Magneto/Joseph. On the one hand we have what happened in Antarctica: Remy doesn't want to die and she lets him die. On the other hand we have what happened in X-Treme: Remy feels he can die in peace as a hero, but Rogue didn't respect that and saved his life. Mystique's stupidities that Rogue never defended him from properly. Joelle's case. Which as you rightly said ''Rogue only wanted Remy back because he genuinely liked someone else and she was jealous even though she was the one who dumped him (again!).'' Her recommending Gambit as a member of the avengers and then saying that he can't be trusted…. ''she hasn’t really ever loved Remy she just enjoys how he makes her feel.' So real it hurts. ''Can we just get Remy back?'' I wish. I'm not giving up hope.

[restinslices]

Hi, I wanted to say I loved your Heather x Kate one-shot!!!!! You did such a good job!!!!

So I decided to request another one, always in the AU where they both live.

This time, the two of them cuddling on their bed one morning, telling how much they love each other and other sweet stuff.

Basically, just pure fluff, because they both deserve it.

Ya’ll, I legit don’t know how to write these two as a couple lmao. Also I lowkey deviated from the prompt

What are you supposed to do after surviving being chased down by undead possessed killers?

No, genuinely, I'm asking. What the hell are you supposed to do? Kate and Heather surely didn't know.

"Go to therapy!". As if! They'd be labeled as crazy and sent away.

"Live life to the fullest now!". Corny!

"Write in a diary!". Ugh, that sounds boring.

So what were they to do?

"Ow, you dick! You scratched me!”

“I did not. You’re just mad you lost again”.

You bother your girlfriend obviously.

Kate blew on the rather small cut, her eyes occasionally shooting daggers at the girl sitting across from her. She didn’t always lose! She was just on a rather impressive losing streak…

“I thought this game was called Spoons, with an s. Not just Spoon”.

“There’s only two of us, so there’s only one spoon. An extra player wouldn’t help you win”. Kate slapped Heather’s arm, before she huffed and let her back hit the soft mattress below her. “You quit already?”.

“We’ve been playing all morning” Kate crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m bored”.

“I have some tapes we could watch”.

Kate scoffed, “shitty ones. Who genuinely likes Friday The 13th?”.

“Tons of people!”, Heather argued back. The same retort to the same debate they kept having. While Heather loved the series, so much so that her walls were lined with posters of Jason Voorhees, Kate thought the whole series was a waste of time. “It’s a fantastic series with a great villain-“

Kate pushed herself up on her elbows, “they’re the same thing over and over. And when they actually try something new, it goes terrible. Roy Burns- or whatever his name was. Him going to hell?”. She made a point to scoff as dramatically as she could, almost laughing when Heather frowned. “Shit. All of ‘em”.

The game of Spoons had been forgotten now. Why play a game when you could have the same debate you and your girlfriend have had over a million times? “You like the Halloween franchise, Kate. You wanna talk about shit-“.

“Correction! I like the first two and I pretend the others don’t exist. You know what’s another shitty movie?”

“Do not say Prom Night!”

“It’s terrible!”.

“Oh but Black Christmas is good?”

“Black Christmas is an amazing movie and has Olivia Hussey in it!”.

When you can’t talk to a therapist about undead possessed killers almost ending your life, this is what you do on a Saturday morning. You argue with your equally traumatized girlfriend about horror movies, knowing you can’t change their mind.

Heather liked the Friday The 13th films, Prom Night, Sleepaway Camp, Pet Semetary, Hellrasier, shit like that. She didn’t stick to one sub genre. She bounced around and liked whatever she liked.

Kate liked Halloween 1 and 2, Black Christmas, A Nightmare On Elm Street films, Slumber Party Massacre, Carrie, Suspiria, shit like that. Her favorite sub genre was “pretty women”, which was the first of many signs.

The debate ended like it usually did; the two of them cuddling together and talking about horror movies they both enjoyed. Movies like Child’s Play, The Evil Dead and The Lost Boys.

Heather ignored her arm becoming numb under the weight of Kate laying her head on it, “You think we could make a horror movie out of what happened to us?”.

Kate was only half listening by now. She laid with her back pressed against Heather’s chest, her head on Heather’s arm and her eyes closed. The warmth of her partner’s skin felt like the embodiment of a soft lullaby, and she was definitely on her way out. “Sure” she mumbled, “just take out me selling drugs”.

“Why?”

“Because, Heather, selling drugs are illegal”

“We could say it’s to add something to the movie”

“Yeah, sure”

“I don’t know who I want to play me. Or maybe it could be a book. Or a book that’s turned into a movie-”. Kate grabbed the pillow in front of her, and with a little bit of hope and prayer, she hit Heather directly in the face.

“We’re taking a nap now”

“This early?”

“This early”.

Well… there wasn’t much else to do. Plus, she was far too comfortable to get up and force herself be productive. “Alright, alright” her free hand rubbed where the pillow smacked her - either that pillow was made of bricks, or Kate had a hard ass swing - “I love you, I guess”.

The silence she got in return made her lift her head up, “Kate?”. More silence. Kate’s eyes were closed and her breathing was slow. What, did committing assault take all the energy out of her?

Heather let her head fall back down. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”. More silence. “Whatever. I’ll just tell you again when you wake up”.

[soyouareandrewdobson]

Level 1: Let's-a-go easy with some illuminated Mario!

What I want to explore at least partly over the course of Nintendo-vember is the fact, that Dobson was biased with a capital b when it came to videogames and Nintendo. To be more specific, Dobson not only hated people who played anything but Nintendo, acting like PS3 users are the scum of the earth (which we can see examples of a lot near the end of the month), but he was also very opinionated what counts as “the true and honest” depictions of his favorite Nintendo characters.

Again, something more explored down the line soon, but to give at least one example for how even the slightest “deviation” from Dobson’s own interpretation can result in him getting pissed, only for things to backfire on him in some sense (partly a cosmic one) let me turn back time a bit to the November of 2017.

Almost 6 years ago, it was announced that Illumination, the studio behind the Despicable Me movies and some really shitty Dr. Seuss based works, would head the animation work on Nintendo’s Super Mario Bros movie. And people were pissed.

Many of them believing that the studio would ruin their favorite videogame character and produce something that was of great disservice to him. And that was something people claimed, before even the voice cast was announced and everyone had a mental breakdown over Chris Pratt voicing Mario.

For your sanity though, don't click on the vidoe of that fat slob from Boston who is more of a disservice to animation than Live Action Disney is currently

Now to be fair, I am myself aware of the quality of Illumination up until the Mario movie came out. The Despicable Me and Minions movies, plus Secret Life of Pets, having been the most successful endeavors of the company, while also creating some rather annoying, though in my opinion funny cartoon slapstick characters. But honestly, I never thought that Illumination doing the Mario movie, could possibly be the worst thing to ever happen. At the very least, even if the company had fucked up royally with Dr. Seuss related content, they actually have some understanding of cartoon slapstick in their work and can in my opinion create some very colorful movies. And let us be real here, Super Mario has never been the most “adult” or deep franchise on the planet. So as long as Nintendo would keep them on the leash (which they did in the end) I doubted the movie would be utter shit. I at least did not expect it to be the Teen Titans Go of Nintendo, dumb like Boss Baby or unfocused and insulting like Wonder Park.

And lo and behold, the movie came out and minor things aside (like using Take on me as a pop song in the background at one moment) it captured the essence of Mario, was very colorful and a smash hit. To the point it was up until Barbie came along still the most successful movie of 2023 and is the third highest crossing animated movie of all time. With the place actually being the second, if the Lion King remake from 2019 wouldn’t be technically considered animated. Heck, you could actually call it the most succesful animated movie of all time currently, if you also decide to look at the list in such a way, that "sequels"/continuations ofalready established IPs don't count.

What I am trying to say is, in hindsight, many people should have just simply tried to be calm and see where things were heading.Give Illumination the benefit of the doubt. Particularly if they decided to first think about what was likely going to happen and analyze the pro and cons of Illumination doing the movie.

But fuck using your brain when your name is Andrew Dobson.

Dobson took genuine offense to the idea of Illumination doing the movie and as such made a “mock art” of what Mario would likely look in their art style.

There was just a tinsy winsy problem with it. The artwork in itself….

Turned out to be better looking, than most things Dobson did at the time.

No, seriously. Considering the lack of a decent art output at the time aside of shitting on nerds via SYAC strips, this, for what is obviously meant to take the piss out on Illumination’s art style reserved for the Minions, actually looks rather decent. Sure, Mario looks like a tic tac, but for a “quick” sketch, it looks nice. Mario looks -unlike Dobbear in 95% of the strips- actually happy by the way he smiles as well as very cartoonish. And considering that the blood and soul of Mario is kinda in the cartoonish nature of the game series -as evident by how ridiculously Mario Wonder is currently- Dobson in my opinion captured here the soul of Mario better than he did in other pics he did way back in the earlier 2000s.

Though to be fair, these pics look decent enough and at least Dobson was experimenting with different styles back then. Perhaps his cartoonish style would have worked best with Nintendo, if he refined it just right.

Which you know, kinda defeats the “purpose” of the picture if you ask me. I mean, it is obvious Dobson just did it to vent and piss on the fact that a company he considered “inferior” to other animation studios, would bring his favorite videogame character on the big screen for the first time since that Bob Hoskins movie. But if he wanted to mock the idea, he failed. Simply because in his sketch he doesn’t really “highlight” why Illumination being behind Mario would be bad. Not helped by the fact Dobson lacked giving more context why in his opinion that was a bad idea. And the few posts he did, painted him just as hating Charles Martinet and believing Charles would be the main voice of the characters in the movie

An as stated earlier, in hindsight, any “criticism” or fear Dobson might have had, proved in my opinion invalid in the end. The movie was not only a success, but it also paid tribute to his “precious” Mario is from Brooklyn background.

Frankly, the only thing I can see in the pic I would criticize is that Dobson a) gave Mario four fingers despite the fact he should know by now he has five (though that may be a cartoony jab at the Minions. Though even that jab is half assed, cause if he wanted to emulate their design, he should have given Mario three instead of four digits) and b) Mario being likely completely bald under that cap. The later just doesn’t fit entirely. Which, considering the Minions are mostly bald, may have been the intention by Dobson, to create an uncanny effect. Unfortunately, the rest of the artwork balances it out mostly, so on average the sketch ends up being visually more pleasing than anything.

Honestly though, the picture’s existence does highlight one thing more than anything: That Dobson would rather create something out of spite and hatred, rather than a genuine sense of enjoyment. That and if Ilumination being announced as a company to animate the movie, I wonder how he reacted in light of the casting or other Mario related news. Like can you imagine how livid he must have been when Mario+Rabbids by Ubisoft was announced and became popular?

[2braincellslz]

The Corinthian HCs

Ship: The Corinthian x GN (masc leaning) reader.

Warning: eating eyes, violence, general Corinthian behaviour.

Notes: I forgot how down bad I was for The Corinthian till after I found Hob x Morpheus fanart so here we are. This is kinda like the unofficial version on me adding the characters from The Sandman to the writing list. Also, it's been a hot minute since I've seen The Sandman so if it seems off, I'm sorry

You know the drill, all things I say are to be taken as fact at all times <3

We all know what type of man The Corinthian is.

To spell it out: possessive sweet talker with pretty eyes/j

I WHOLE HEARTEDLY believe this man has a soft side. You can not change my mind.

Once he gets to know you and you've spent some time with him, he is just as down bad as you.

We stan simp Corinthian

Though, it might not be as great as it my seem.

Like I said before, hes possessive. Take that how you will.

I saw someone else say he was possessive but not jealous. 100%. He knows how much you love him and how he could absolutely wreck someone if they were to get too close for comfort.

The only time he really gets protective (outside of daily life) is if you seem to be getting uncomfortable with someones advances.

He will not stand for that.

He probably visits your job a lot.

You work as a bartender? Hes there practically every afternoon.

You work in a library? Hes picking out a new book every day.

You work at a grocery store? Well, he just happens to need the thing for your department every week.

And hes sweet talking you the whole time.

Once, your coworker asked if you needed to go home because you were so red.

Hes not flirting. It's not flirting. Its ✨sweet talking✨

He has probably told you to call him Cori or something. Makes him feel like you are closer to him then everyone else.

He never calls you by your real name. It's always pet names or nicknames based off of your real name. His favorites are sweet heart, darlin, sugar, kitty, and love.

If he dose use your real name it's very very important and serious.

If he uses your FULL NAME? You better pray to all the gods for your life.

He has plants. Lots of them. They all have names.

Once, you two were watching Good Omens and you made a comment that he looked like Crowley. Hes been living off that high for the past month.

When Morpheus found out about you he didnt really know what to do.

On one hand, nightmares arnt really suppose to date and fall in love and such. But on the other hand, The Corinthian has calmed down A LOT.

He just kinda accepts it. Like "well, as long as he isnt killing Innocent people."

Big win in Cori's book.

On that note, yes he still kills. Yes, he still eats peoples eyes. Yes, he kills more than people that are bothering you. But it's less then what it used to be.

He has tried to get you to eat a eye.

He probably wouldn't bring you to the Cereal convention, for obvious reasons, but if he did you would have to stay locked away in the hotel room or stick right by his side the whole time.

After about five seconds of being out of the room, you came to understand why these rules were set in place.

Wether you stick with Cori or stay in the room is up to you.

If you do stay in the room though, The Corinthian would happily bring you things to do and movies to watch.

If you ever did leave the room without him, being forced out, then he would go absolutely farel on the asshole that thought they could touch you.

If you left by your own volition, he would probably be really upset and send you home in a taxi. The Corinthian might try to understand why but honestly he would just get more upset.

He is a average Twitter and Instagram user.

Probably has a steep following on both too.

He likes cat. Small animals.

He is one romantic bastard. The whole nine yards. Shitty chocolates, flowers, music, slow dancing, fancy dinners, everything.

Just like Crowley, he likes Queen.

He likes most classic rock, really.

In fact, he enjoys a wide variety of oldies music. Classical, swing, jazz, blues, blue grass. Whatever you call 1920s music.

If you play a instrument, he demands you play for him atlest once a week.

Stan a gay icon.

[tealeavesandtrash]

✨WIP wednesday✨

Written during my commute today for one of my larger wolfstar fics, current working title 'Don't Fear the Reaper'. It's sort of modern/mystery/supernatural vibes. I haven't got the flow right but meh, first draft and all

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Remus glowers at him, arms folded and leaning against the doorway. Sirius had half-expected that Remus would just slam the door in his face without a second thought, and wasn't entirely convinced until just now that Remus would bother to open the door at all. Sirius didn't rehearse what he was going to say either, so he just loiters awkwardly on the front step, shifting slightly from foot to foot to ease his nervous energy. The silence stretches out until finally, Remus lets out an exasperated sigh. “Well, are you just going to stand there or what?” “I’m sorry,” Sirius blurts out. Remus raises an eyebrow but his glare doesn’t let up. “For what exactly?” ”I’m not a journalist, I swear. Me and Jamie - we’re just trying to help.” “Yeah, well you’ve got a funny way of acting like it.” Sirius sighs, shoulders sagging slightly. “I know, I know. Honest to god I had no idea you were connected to this and I’m just trying to figure this job out and if you’re tied up in it, you could get hurt but we don’t know the pattern yet-" “You said you were business consultants,” Remus cuts off his rambling. “What the hell sort of businesses do you consult for?” The lie falls so easily off his tongue, it’s like second nature by now. “We oversee and support law enforcement.” Remus keeps his expression blank, studying Sirius intently until finally letting out a low sigh and stepping back to let Sirius in.

Padfoot trots over happily to greet him when they enter, tail wagging eagerly as he follows them through the narrow hallway - spatially unaware of his own size as he squeezes himself alongside and causes Sirius to trip. The living room is big - bigger than Sirius was expecting based on what else he’s seen of the flat, with a large bay window overlooking the street and floor-to-ceiling shelves that are adorned with a mismatched collection of books and trinkets. Remus sits at the far end of the sofa, body twisted to face Sirius and gestures for him to join him. Padfoot follows as well, flopping on the floor between them with his head resting on the sofa, a perfect petting distance away from both of them. “I didn’t have anything to do with it,” Remus says straight off the bat. “That’s what you want to know, isn’t it? Because I’ve already gone over everything with the police.” “I don’t think you did anything,” Sirius reassures him. He has nothing to support that statement other than gut feeling, but Albus had always told them to follow their instincts and it hasn’t let him down yet. “I’m just trying to find a connection, and if you knew Peter then maybe there’s something the police overlooked or don’t care about. Even the smallest detail might be something.” Remus lets out a humourless laugh, “I don’t know if you’re trying to bait me or you’re just shit at your job.” Sirius furrows his brow in confusion, “I don’t follow.” “The connection between Peter and Benjy?" He says slowly like he's explaining this to a child. "It's me. I’m a connection.” “You knew Benjy as well?” Remus gives a half-hearted shrug. “It's been a pretty shitty few weeks.” Padfoot seems to sense the tone shift, clambering onto the sofa and flopping onto Remus. “I’m sorry,” Sirius says quietly. It doesn’t really seem adequate given the gravity of the situation, but what else is there to say. “Ben - he asked me to come round the night it happened,” Remus starts to explain. He doesn’t look at Sirius, keeps his eyes fixed on Padfoot as he runs his fingers back and forth through the dog’s shaggy coat. “But I wasn’t feeling great and I bailed, but if I’d sucked it up and gone - I don’t know, I could have done something to help?” “I think it’s more likely you would have been killed as well,” Sirius says quietly. “Maybe," Remus mutters, "but we’ll never know."

[lqfiles]

omg omg omg omg omg omg im here im here!

“baby” BRO IF HAECHAN DOESNT STFU OMG HIS ATTITUDE IS SO UGH (hot) KARINA BETTER THROW THE ROCKS AT HIMMM

also i wanna know what haechan asked jaemin bc wdym he just gave him y/n’s @? 😭 no wait but the at the same time, he probably thought he was probably playing matchmaker… idk jaemin cracks me up tho 😭

“but it’s quite cute” “you know where my room is” ugh im in love with them already but seeing how haechan is, ik the angst is gonna go crazyyy 😭 (if it involves all of us throwing rocks at haechan, karina calls dibs)

BUT YES I REMEMBER THAT about your friend and tbh sameeee rn (a little lore about me 😈) i have a situation with this friend who is great btw she’s very talkative, very friendly, well, extremely friendly, and lately she’s been having a thing with this guy and mind you, i used to live with her for a bit in her dorms (i commute which means i don’t live in uni) and she would drop me if her then bf came over, but we got closer after she and that bf broke up

but she’s been talking with this new guy, i have been encouraging when she is overthinking it, and lately… it’s all she’s been talking about 😭 i try to talk about my day and it gets dismissed when she tells me something about the guy and believe me, im happy for her, but we haven’t talked for two days now and when she does text me, it’s to let me know what the guy did

okay that’s it 😋

but it’s just like… i love our friendship but previous friendships before ended bc my friends would make their partners their entire personality and would drop their friends. like what is going on 😭😭 idk but thats enough lore 🫡

But i totally get not feeling excited…

i hope everything is okay tho! hope youre taking care of yourself and are staying well hydrated. thank you so much for the update! your brain just goes crazy and i love it 😋

- 🫧

(bella is getting a new harness with a little bow and she’s very excited! she’s also getting shoes bc it’s getting hot and i don’t want her paws to burn)

(also! She’s a maltipoo right? but we’re starting to notice she spots like a dalmatian and it’s kinda cool and so pretty 😭)

(and yes, we got compared to satoru and suguru out of nowhere 🥲 like damn… it makes me sad tho hearing that comparison 😭😭)

WELL YES jaemin is the biggest ynhyuck shipper of course he’s gonna give y/n’a @ to haechan (he had no idea of his motives), bless his clueless heart, he’s so silly 😭

i love how we all want karina to to fr throw rocks at him like we need this to happen one day, karina WILL call dibs when it comes to the angst and hurting haechan you already know she doesn’t play about y/n!!!! even jaemin might throw a small rock

OMG NO…. i’m so sorry to hear that 😭😭 i can tell that this is the beginning stages of her crush, so i advise (definitely not saying you SHOULD because i know confrontation is scary even if it is with friends 😭) that you genuinely have a talk with her about how all she does is talk about that guy and how you feel like conversations w her are starting to become pointless because they revolve around stuff you’re not interested in. its an extremely shitty situation to be put in and i’ll honestly never understand why people can’t seperate their friends and relationship and not bring one into the other.

i think your friend might understand if you bring it up tho, since you said she’s very friendly, if you say that you’re saying this from a malicious stance but rather in a way where you’re trying to improve your friendship, im sure she’ll understand. and if she doesn’t, then it really isn’t a friendship you should waste your time on because it shows where her priorities are (men over friends)

anyways yeah i’ve been well i actually saw her for the first time today since she reached out to me again and it was surprisingly.. really nice.

I FIND PEOPLE WJO PUT THEIR PETS IN CLOTHES AND ALL SO CUTE LIKE YESSS PUT HER IN CUTE LITTLE SHOES PLSSS, i bet she looks rlly cute w her spots, but wouldn’t that maybe mean that she might be a hybrid? either way i hope she is gonna be happy with her new shoes and harness, a little early (?) birthday present!!

[feyhunter78]

Targaryen Inc (8/?)

Description: Everyone has an eventful night, Helaena goes on a date, and Aemond's past is revealed

Trigger warning: Vague mention of Aemond being groomed when he was younger, it's really short, no details, just Aegon choking out basic plot points of what happened. Just wanted to give y'all a heads up just in case!

They ended up back at Aegon’s apartment, and Alyra laid on Aegon’s living room rug, Sunfyre immediately trotting over and licking her face.

“Begone, you giant fluffball, I’m trying to be sad.” She groaned, petting his head even as she protested his attention.

“Don’t be mean to my dog, he’s a saint.” Aegon chided, sitting on the floor next to her and scratching Sunfyre behind the ear.

“Why?” She covered her face in her hands.

“Because he’s a good boy, yes he is, yes he is.” Aegon dropped into baby talk as Sunfyre left her to jump into Aegon’s lap and nearly send him toppling over.

“Not why is your dog a saint, I already know he’s a sweet boy, but why Aemond.” She threw her hands in the air in frustration. “Why is he the way that he is?” She closed her eyes, relishing in the way the world felt like she was floating on a pool floaty.

“Aemond is weird, he’s a math nerd, who doesn’t know any songs on the radio.”

Alyra bit the inside of her cheek as tears pricked at her eyes. She would not cry, not drunk on the floor over a man who did not want her.

Aegon’s fingers gently running through her hair broke the dam, and she sat up, tears spilling from beneath her eyelids. Aegon sighed sympathetically. “Alyra…”

She opened her eyes and tried to blink away her tears. “I just don’t understand, I thought maybe he returned my feelings, but now I feel stupid.”

Aegon blew out a breath then grabbed a toy and threw it, causing Sunfyre to dash off. “So, you know how I wasn’t always a great big brother?”

Alyra wiped under her eyes and looked at him. “Yeah.”

“Well, I may have done something shitty to him when we were younger.”

She sniffled. “What do you mean?”

“When I was sixteen, I found myself falling in with a rough crowd and I gained the attention of this older woman. I knew better, but Aemond was thirteen, and—” He sighed and ran his hands down his face. “He was naïve, and he was so insecure about his eye, and she just swept him up.”

“Like took him under her wing and was a mentor or like grooming?” Alyra asked carefully, stomach churning and not just from the alcohol.

Aegon’s eyes focused on Sunfyre who was happily chewing on his toy. “I found them in bed together, I ripped him out of there, and he was fighting me, screaming that they loved each other.”

“Oh, Aegon…” Alyra breathed, putting a hand on his shoulder.

His eyes shined with tears, and she pulled him into a side hug, resting his head on her shoulder.

“I tried to tell him, but she had him so wrapped up. I called the police, and our parents got a restraining order, but Aemond would never believe us when we said she was only hurting him.” He nuzzled into her neck; his voice strained. “I don’t know if he still doesn’t understand and is chasing after that memory, or if he just has a thing for older women, but either way it’s my fault.”

Alyra swallowed hard. “It’s not your fault, it’s hers. She took advantage of him.” A terrifying thought came to her mind. “This Alys isn’t that woman, right?”

“No, no. That woman is in prison, I look her up every year to make sure she’s still there.” Aegon said, and Alyra relaxed.

“Well, okay then at least there’s that.”

Aegon sat up and wiped at his eyes. “That doesn’t explain the way he’s been acting, though.”

“What did you say to him before we left?”

“I just told him he was being stupid.” Aegon said, looking back at his dog for comfort. Sunfrye seemed to notice his gaze and trotted over, laying his body in both their laps.

Alyra stroked his fur, while Aegon whispered to him in Valyrian, the same language he used in the club.

She wasn’t going to push him, not after everything he’d done for her tonight. “Thank you.”

“Of course, what are friends for?” He said, lowering his face so her could nuzzle his nose against Sunfyre’s.

Aemond nursed his drink, half listening to what Alys was saying. He couldn’t get Alyra’s wounded expression out of his head. Her amber eyes were filled with anger and her lips were tugged down in a heartbreaking frown. The nickname he called her in his head even slipped out, as he begged her to stay, to let him see her home safely.

 He trusted Aegon to an extent. But nowhere was safer for Alyra than with him. He could still feel her warmth in his arms, against his chest. Still feel the softness of her face lingering on his palms. He turned his hand and smirked at the shimmer, some of her highlight must have rubbed off on him. She always complained about her makeup but refused to buy expensive products, claiming it was “a scam to pay more money for a name.”

“Aemond?” Alys’ voice drew him out of his memories, and he looked at her.

“My apologies, what did you say?”

“I asked if you wanted to go back to my place, ever since your assistant made that scene—”

“She’s not my assistant.”

She rolled her eyes. “Ever since your co-worker made that scene, I’ve wanted to leave. She really ruined our night.”

Aemond looked down at her. She had seemed so mature and sophisticated when they first met, but now?

“You said it yourself, we’re co-workers. Not friends, not dating, not anything.”

Alyra had said those words with such anger, and he couldn’t understand why she would think that. She was Alyra, his good luck charm. She was someone he could always count on, both on and off the clock. Seeing her through her window every morning as he walked to his office made him smile, and when she wasn’t there, he was in a terrible mood.

“It’s over Aemond, you’re safe, she’s gone, it wasn’t your fault. I support your dating choices, but you can’t rewrite the past. His brother’s jaw was clenched, his violet eyes narrowed. “You know you’ve had Alyra’s heart for ages, and you keep throwing it away, so you don’t get hurt, but news flash, Aemond. It was an older woman who hurt you, not Alyra.”

Aemond bristled and went to respond, but Aegon shook his head. “I’m not watching you break my best friend’s heart any longer, so get your shit together or leave her alone.”

He watched as Alyra clung to Aegon, shoulder shaking. He’d made her cry, his sweet Alyra, was crying because of him.

“Aemond? Seriously, are you that drunk?” Alys placed a hand on his thigh, and he stood abruptly.

He threw cash down on the bar. “Here’s money for a cab, delete my number.” Then he left, ignoring her screaming at him. He pulled out his phone and blocked her number before completely wiping any trace of her from it.

Helaena wouldn’t say she chose this restaurant because it was Jacaerys’ favorite, but she definitely couldn’t deny it without lying.

She sat across from Tyrion Lannister who was very handsome, with close-cropped blond hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a winning smile, he wasn’t hard to look at. He was funny too, a friend of Aegon’s from college, he had plenty of embarrassing stories about her brother to share.

“And then Aegon jumped out of the car, ran into the dark then came back with a traffic cone in his arms. He gets back into the car; dirt is everywhere, and he just yells at us to drive.” Tyrion is animated as he tells the story, and she almost feels like she’s there in the car with them. “And that why I now have a traffic cone in my apartment.”

She giggles, and he smiles at her. “What?” She asks, suddenly feeling self-conscious.”

“You have a cute laugh; I like hearing it.”

She blushes and takes a sip of her white wine. “Thank you.”

“So Aegon told me you got a degree in psychology, what drew you to that?” He asked, looking genuinely interested in whatever her answer might be.

“Oh, well, as you know, our father died when we were younger. I wanted to explore the human mind, how it processes grief, and then as I kept learning I found more and more that interested me.”

“That’s really fascinating, and I’m sorry to hear about your father, Aegon spoke fondly of him.”

Helaena nodded and took a bite of her food to keep from answering. “Well, what about you? Why did you become an accountant?”

Tyrion gave her an embarrassed smile. “It’s a family thing, everyone works in finance. My aunt interviewed me for the job, and she was ridiculously strict. I understood, though, I didn’t want to get the job just because I was her nephew.”

They chatted on, talking about their jobs and hobbies, until someone tapped her on the shoulder.

“Helaena?” Jacaerys was standing behind her.

She turned. “Jacaerys, hi, what are you doing here?”

He motioned to where his family sat on the other side of the restaurant. “It’s Viserys’ birthday, and he loves this place.”

Rhaenyra waved at her, and Viserys ran over. “Leana!” He said, tugging on her hand. He has a little pin that said birthday boy on his dinosaur themed shirt. “It’s my birthday, I’m four now.”

She gave Tyrion an apologetic smile and leaned down. “That’s amazing, happy birthday.” She kissed his cheek, and he turned bright red, hiding behind Jacaerys’ legs.

Jacaerys picked him up and smiled down at her. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m on a date.” She turned back to Tyrion and introduced him.

“Ah, right, Alyra told me you were going out sometime this week.” His smile was strained.

“It was nice to meet you, Jaehaerys, but if you don’t mind?” Tyrion said.

“It’s Jacaerys.” She and Jacaerys said at the same time.

“Right Jacaerys, my apologies.”

Jacaerys nodded. “All good, man.”

All good? Man? Jacaerys never called anyone ‘man.’ Helaena was thoroughly confused, but also a small part of her wondered if perhaps he was jealous.

He bid them a goodbye and returned to his table.

“Sorry about that.” She turned back to Tyrion.

Tyrion shook his head. “No need, I love kids.”

“Me too.” She said, smiling softly at him.

Jacaerys sat back at his table, imagining all the ways he could kill Tyrion Lannister.

“Jace what are you ordering?” His father’s voice broke him out of his murder plans, and he gave his order to the waitress.

Viserys sat in his lap, coloring, and Jacaerys snuck another glance over to Helaena’s table. Stupid Tyrion and his stupid hair, how dare he ask Jacaerys to leave their table.

“Jace, you’re staring.” His mother said, taking a sip of her wine.

“No, I’m just making sure she’s alright.”

His mother hummed in disbelief.

“I like Helaena, she’s a nice girl.” His father commented, tucking his phone in his pocket and intertwining his hand with Rhaenyra’s.

“Very nice, and beautiful as well.” She added on.

“Better than Sarah, that’s for sure.” Lucerys snorted.

“Laena is a princess.” Viserys said, reaching for his lemonade.

Jacaerys scooted his cup closer for him. “Helaena is wonderful, but tonight is about Viserys.”

His mother raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“Oh, looks like they’re leaving.” His father said, jerking his head towards the now standing couple.

He took a swig of his beer. “That’s their business.”

Harwin chuckled and clinked his bottle against Jacaerys’. “That’s what I said when your mother was dating Laenor, and I was lying too.”

Rhaenyra bit her lip to keep from laughing and hid her face in her husband’s shoulder.

“Gross, I don’t want to hear about that.” Joffrey groaned, burying himself in his phone to avoid his parents.

Suddenly, Helaena appeared at their table. “I just wanted to wish Viserys a happy birthday one more time and say goodbye to everyone.”

Viserys climbed out of Jacaerys’ lap and wrapped his arms around Helaena. She giggled and kissed the crown of his head. “Happy birthday Viserys.” She said goodbye to the rest of them, then left with Tyrion.

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