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mrsmandalorian · 9 months ago

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burning love

-- angst one shot jackson!joel miller x f! reader

summary: a secret affair goes a little too far.

main masterlist / word count: 7.8k

warnings: 18+ mdni, reader is able-bodied, outbreak!AU, CHEATING, spoilers to TLOU season 2, age-gap relationship, angst!, smut!!!, p in v, fingering, nipple play, sexual teasing, a lot of making out, use of words like pussy, cock, pet names ( baby, baby girl, angel), language, burning building, intense near-death situation.

a/n: howdy loves! this story comes from many places of inspiration from the new season 2 picture to the many fics and tiktoks of the voice memos from "calls" of pedro. i hope you guys all enjoy it! leave me a like, comment, or reblog to show your love. much love to you all - maddie!

The winter snow was finally drying up as the town of Jackson prepared for warmer months. Business in the sewing shop started to slow down a little more since people tended not to care as much for the holes in their clothes in warmer weather. You found more time to catch up on your romance novels and daydreaming. The time was also filled with making alterations to your soon-to-be wedding dress. You were finally set to have an official wedding with your husband, Tripp. You both had considered each other married a long time ago.

You and Tripp had been from a small town in Kansas. Your families were neighbors and fought together for the first fifteen years of the apocalyptic world. You both were only thirteen years old when the world went to shit. Your parents had always set you two up to marry one another. All you knew was Tripp; he was your first kiss, sex, boyfriend, and now husband. You each had to risk your lives for one another at a time or two. He was always there for you like a good man should be for his wife.

The two of you ended up in Jackson after five years of being on your own after your families had gotten infected or passed away from natural causes. Your families were doomsday preppers that had been right about the world. They had turned your neighborhood into a safe place. You and Tripp had stayed in Kansas for two years until the Raiders came. Luckily, Tripp had seen them early, and you could escape with many supplies.

Once escaping, the two of you survived another six months, savaging around for a safe place to lay your head. Sadly, some raiders had caught up with you. Tripp had saved your life from becoming their little toy, but he was severely injured. The infection from the wound had almost killed him. The memory of those days was the most terrifying time of your life. You would be left alone in this lonely, broken world. You were a strong woman. You could make it out there for a while, but you knew you would give up hope. You had almost entirely given up as a group of strangers came riding up on horses to the little house that you had dragged Tripp’s incapacitated body to. The riders went through the house with guns and masks covering half of their faces. You wept as you begged them not to kill you or your husband. He was not infected. You had screamed as they pushed a gun up to his head.

The woman in the group had pulled down her mask, making you less intimidated. She told you she believed you and would help you—only if you would help her. She had seen your supplies and knew you had to have more somewhere. You told her where your childhood neighborhood was and where they could find more supplies if there were any.

Maria had taken you and Tripp into their small town of Jackson and cared for you both. Luckily, Tripp was fully recovered, and both had been given a beautiful place to call home with all the usual life amenities and jobs to occupy your time.

Tripp had taken a job working in many roles and worked himself up to join the Jackson council. He was brilliant for his age and wanted to help others, especially those who saved their lives. He cared to see this place flourish and play a significant role in the community while you liked your small role and tasks and enjoyed the comfort of your cozy home.

After a year of living in Jackson, Tripp decided to make things official with you. He had gotten everything organized with the help of the ladies in town. They had found a beautiful wedding gown for you and wedding bands customized for the two of you.

You would have never dreamed of having an everyday life after the world went to shit—the dream of enjoying your novels with a warm fire and not worrying about your next meal. Your life was near perfect with your fantastic husband.

As you got comfortable in this new life, you realized that your love for Tripp was not what you read in your books. You both came together at night to the same bed, sometimes ending in an intimate moment. It felt like a chore. Everything started to feel like a chore with him, but he’s all you have ever known and cared for. He was so good and loyal to you that you thought wrong for not feeling the same. You were comfortable with him.

Three months after coming to Jackson, a patrol group returned from savaging and visiting your childhood neighbors. Maria’s husband, Tommy, was one of the groups Tripp had introduced you to that evening, along with a few others, including Tommy’s brother, Joel.

At your first impression of Joel, you were scared of the gossip Maria had told you once when you went to her house. His facial expression and personality did not help make you more comfortable with him. From what you could see and hear, he was a dangerous, angry man with a past.

You met his daughter, Ellie, in the sewing shop one day as she brought in some of her and his clothes that had holes. She spoke highly about her father figure and told you how hard he had it. Her words made you sympathetic to him, so you kept an eye on him.

Joel did notice your eye on him. He kept one on you as well. He had learned your routine along with your soon-to-be husbands so he could spy on you without worrying about being seen. He finally got the courage to face you after Ellie complained that her favorite jacket didn’t fit her as well anymore, and she didn't have time to go to the sewing shop.

Joel took the chore for himself because he would get to see you. The interaction was the most awkward conversation ever. You had noticed him enter the shop without saying anything. You sat at the window with your eyes glued to the words of your smutty book, but your focus was on the man holding clothes at the counter, waiting for him to make the first move.

“Hello, I brought some of Ellie’s clothes to be altered if that’s okay.” He shyly grumbled under his breath, which he couldn’t catch. He tried hard not to stare at you too long where you sat reading one of your books that you always had your nose into. He went to the library after you returned some books once and read a few chapters. He was jealous of Tripp of what he was reading, wondering if you were getting ideas for the bedroom from these stories. He thought about those ideas a lot as well but with you.

You had finally gotten your nose out of your book and helped him with his armload of clothes. You awkwardly gave him an estimate of the time you would need and tried not to stare into his big brown eyes too long. You both only exchanged a few words, and then he left. The tension in the room was something you had never felt before. You almost felt embarrassed by how Joel’s appearance made you feel as you stumbled on your words, and your hands slightly shook as you took the clothes and handed him a receipt.

Joel also felt embarrassed about not speaking to you as much as he wished. He turned into a shy, blushing guy when it came to you. You were the most natural, beautiful person he had met in a long time. He could feel the warmth that you only shared with a few. The two of you were more similar than you would think, but you were still good, and he was terrible.

Your heart stung a little when Ellie showed up a few days later to pick up her clothes. You had dressed up nicely that day, finally giving yourself the courage to speak to Joel Miller. You had even hidden the small ring Tripp had given you long ago in the pocket of your jeans as you heard the bell ring on the door.

After Ellie left, you cursed yourself and placed the ring back onto your left hand. How could you think of another man that way and hurt a man who loves you as much as Tripp did? Your guilt from the action had driven you into bed with Tripp that night as you tried to make your thoughts of Joel disappear and fall back into love with your soon-to-be husband. The plan had worked until you were on the way to your shop and saw Joel Miller waiting outside the door waiting on you.

You slowly went to the shop and breathed deeply to calm your nerves. “Good morning, Joel. Ellie picked up her clothes yesterday.” you quickly muttered to him as you unlocked the shop door. He stepped aside nervously and to get out of the way of the door. You go inside, but his foot catches the door before it closes behind you. You look to meet his eyes quickly.

“I know. I came to see if you could help me with a present,” he replied quickly as you held eye contact, which made you lightly blush as you looked away.

“Sure,” you muttered, moving out of the way to let him inside the shop. “Yeah, I can probably help. Who's the present for?” you asked as you turned away and felt his presence following to the back of the shop as you set down your bags. You felt a little touched and excited that Joel brought you something to help him with.

Joel runs his hands together nervously, too occupied watching to answer your question. He shook himself out of his daze as he met your beautiful eyes. “Oh, it’s for Tommy and Maria for the baby,” he answered and looked around the store at some of the projects you had up for trade.

“Well, I sewed some smaller blankets and toys the other week, which would be perfect for a little babe,” you quickly answered and rushed over to the dedicated section of the shop for children. “I crafted her a good number of outfits for my present, but I think this neutral blanket would be perfect.”

He follows you and glances at your incredible craftsmanship. He ran his thick fingers over the soft fabric of the blankets, accidentally touching your hand as you reached for the blanket you described to him. Your hands didn't jerk away but had a quiet moment of your eyes meeting. Your suppressed thoughts came rushing through your mind from the contact, along with Joel’s fantasy from your smutty books. You quickly pull your hand away as you grab the blanket for him and walk swiftly to the counter.

“I could gift wrap this blanket for you as well,” you offered as you set the blanket on the counter and glanced at the broad man. He seems lost in thought as he looks through the other clothing offered at the shop.

Joel thought of things to bring up as he glanced through the clothing. He stopped and saw a familiar shirt in the racks that looked like one of Sarah’s favorite shirts. He ran his large hand over his face to shield his emotions from anyone's view.

You stood at the counter and watched his expression fall before he covered his face. Your curiosity and worry made you instantly frown at the thought of a distraught Joel. He continued to browse the shop as you wrapped the gift, keeping a close eye on him. He eventually strolled back up to the counter, still looking deep in thought and full of emotion on his brows.

“I got everything wrapped for you,” you offer him a gentle smile and walk around the counter to hand him the decorated present. His hands gently take the present from your hands as they gaze at each other; the emotion on his face pains you. You inadvertently held onto his hand and met his eyes. “Joel,” you mutter quickly, “I just wanted you to know if you need anyone to talk to about anything. Before, after, or current events. I’m here for you.”

Joel’s eyes were full of desperation and raw emotion. His heart in his chest dropped into his stomach. He had to tell himself to catch his breath as he struggled to speak. “Thanks,” he nodded quickly as he met your eyes. His thoughts were racing through his mind as your hand remained on his.

You nervously bite your lip as you slowly remove your hand from his calloused one. Joel nodded his head to say farewell. Once, he reached the other side of the door and took a deep breath. He caught himself smiling on the way back home.

For you, the awkward ending to the conversation made you worried that you tried too hard and scared him away. The interaction was on your mind for the rest of the day and the rest of the week.

It took Joel four days to get the courage to show his face inside the shop again. He went inside after seeing Tripp go into the council meeting, which usually lasted an hour or two. He stepped into the shop with light footsteps, heading straight to the counter. You walked out of the back, not hearing the doorbell. You had your wedding dress in hand, stopping dead in your tracks as you saw Joel Miller waiting for you. “Oh, hello, Joel. I didn’t hear you come in,” you scramble around and lay down your dress on the other side of the counter. “What can I help you with today?”

He gives you a slight smile as he watches you scramble. “ Um, I just came in to accept your offer,” he nervously says, wiping his hands on his jeans. The rest of the interaction was the best conversation you have ever had. The conversation started with many nerves, but once he sat down with you to enjoy coffee. He had opened up to you as you did with him. The two of you ended the conversation with a plan to do this again soon.

It was sooner than you thought when he came strolling into the shop three days later with free pastries in hand. Meeting twice a week became the new norm for you two. You had never told Tripp about these secret meetings with Joel in the shop. It was all innocent…until it wasn’t.

The tone of your relationship with Joel changed one evening as he helped you move some racks in the store. You had accidentally hit your head on the pole of the rack. Both laughed well, but Joel got to your level to check out the goose egg. The interaction moved slowly, eyes meeting as you both smiled big at the accident. The proximity of your faces made you catch your breath, mainly because of the growing tension. Before you know it, his warm lips met yours. Neither of you pulled away, letting your hands meet his face's sides. The kiss was the most passionate kiss you had experienced.

After a few moments, you jerked your lips from his and stood up quickly as you hit your head again. You let out a groan of agony and rubbed your head, “I’m so sorry. We shouldn’t have done that,” you muttered as he helped you up.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” he uttered as his concerned eyes met yours. “Is your head okay?”

“You didn’t upset me at all. It was very nice. I, um, I don’t know. My head’s fine.” you giggled nervously and rubbed your goose egg on your head. He quickly found a plastic bag and ice to assist you with your injury. The silence spoke volumes as you both danced around each other and the kiss.

“I thought it was nice too. I’m sorry that I did it. I won’t do it again,” he pleaded as he started to get all his stuff together to leave. You quickly moved your way to him and laid a hand over his.

“Joel,” you muttered, nervously biting your lip as you cupped his cheek. Your eyes met his, and your lips met again as well. This kiss was a little more chaotic as his large hands met your hips. The passionate scene began as he pulled you in him and leaned you against the small table as he took control of the kiss. Your breathing was in unison as you hungrily groped at one another.

After a few moments, you pulled away and touched his chest. “No one can know,” you yelled out as he eased off of you.

He nodded, keeping his large hand on your hips as he pulled you into one more peck. “You don’t know how long I have dreamed of your lips,” he mutters against your lips and gives you one more peck for good measure.

His comment makes you blush as you think the same thoughts as the two of you who have grown closer to one another. “I’m serious, Joel. Not even Ellie can know of this. And no feelings either. I’m getting married in less than a month. It has to end before that,” you sternly say as you gesture between them.

“Yes, ma’am,” he grumbles as he pulls off of you and collects his stuff after seeing that the sun is about to set, which means Tripp will return from patrol soon. “Our little secret,” he winks at you with a smirk.

You teasingly roll your eyes at the broad man as he heads towards the door. “See ya later, Joel.” You let out as he gives you a wave and a wink. You sit at the little table and shake your head as you start blushing at the memories. The guilt was starting to set in, but the excitement of the thrill coexisted.

The subsequent few interactions with Joel happened inside the shop when Tripp had gone out to patrol or into a meeting. Only a little happened besides the make-out session with slow hands. You would talk about how you were feeling or the memories in the conversation.

The first time you two had decided to take your secret relationship to the next level, you had to be planned out, not in the romantic sense, but in the privacy sense. Joel’s naughty, sweet nothings had made you want to wait until you could fully enjoy your pleasures with one another instead of a few quickies.

After breakfast in the dining hall, you sat with Tripp and his patrol group as they discussed plans for their two-day savaging trip, which they would take up to a region they hadn’t explored recently. Families had given them requests for specific supplies and to watch for anything wedding-themed.

Your quick eye contact with Joel as everyone prepped their horses for the trip sent a shiver down your spine. Your legs squeezed together in anticipation of lying with your secret lover.

Tripp had pulled you into a loving hug and quick peck as he pledged to see you soon, hopefully with a surprise. The caring remarks squeezed your gut with guilt as you returned the loving looks, even if they were semi-fake.

Joel had disappeared before the horses left the gate, heading home to avoid making your plan too apparent to others. After poking around town for an extra fifteen minutes, you made your way down the street of homes with your hands full of a fake decoy of clothes that you might be delivered to someone. Only a few people wandered the streets at this hour.

Relief radiated from you as you stepped onto Joel’s doorstep's old wood. As you slipped inside, you knew the door was unlocked. The house was a comfortable temperature to discard your coat. You heard loud footsteps upstairs as you made your way up them. “Joel, I’m here,” you quietly announced.

His broad frame slips from what you would guess was his room, and he is wearing only an undershirt and his jeans. Seeing his large muscles and chest peeking out of the short-sleeved shirt made you turn red like a tomato. He looked sexier this way (which you didn’t think could be possible). “Well, hello there, gorgeous,” he says as his large hands find their familiar rhythm on your hips, pulling you closer to his toned body.

“I’m nervous,” you quickly admit to him as you chew on your lip. His eyes watched as your teeth sucked your lips with desperation, darkening from his thoughts. “I’ve only been with one person, and we could be doing everything wrong,” you joke nervously. His thumb runs against your cheek as he cups your face.

“You’re going to be just fine, angel. I’m going to teach you a thing or two, I bet,” Joel whispers against your lips as he lands his plush lips against yours.

You quickly pull away, looking up at him. “Well, I’m ready whenever you are.” The nerves were getting the best of you as you wanted it to end.

“Slow down, angel. You are supposed to enjoy the foreplay. Do you know what foreplay is?” He asks as he pushes your body more against the wall.

“Of course I do. My books discuss foreplay, but I’ve always been too nervous to ask Tripp about it. I usually just touch Tripp a little and spit on my hand to wet myself and him, then we fuck.” You explain the way of your everyday sex life. It was all you knew how it went in the real world; your smutty books seemed like fantasy to the realism of your bedroom time. Tripp didn’t know of the dirty little books you were reading.

Joel chuckles as his large thumb runs against your partially opened lips, towering over you with a hungry look in his eye. The weeks of intimate make-outs and slow hands have worked up the anticipation. He is pulling you into a passionate kiss, holding you against the wall. One hand cupped and kept your face still; the other pressed against the wall above your head, enclosing you against the wall.

He nibbles on your lower lip, pulling on your lip until you let out a moan and distracting you from the work of his hands as they move down your body. “So many things to teach you, angel. You look mighty beautiful today,” he whispers against your lips as his fingers gaze at the edges of your dress, causing goosebumps to spread over your body. “I know we already discussed boundaries and safe words, but I want to hear it from you again.”

You were so caught up in the tension and his wandering hands that you nodded your head along with what he said while you processed it. “Oh, um, yellow means uncomfortable. Red means stop,” you mumble to him as your cheeks glow red.

“Good girl,” he groans as his fingers go up the skirt of your dress, running against your thighs full of goosebumps. He uses his pointer finger to run across your mound, “someone’s excited for this to happen.” He smirked as his dark eyes held heavy eye contact as he watched your reactions to his touch.

You let out a shaky breath as you try to untense your body. He started to kiss down your neck, which caused you to lean your head to the side. His worn face and kisses and nibbles cause you to let out a light moan against him. His fingers tease you as you push your hips into his palm.

“Let’s move to the bedroom, beautiful,” he whispers against your skin as he gropes your ass. You nod in agreement because you can’t use your words.

He guides you into his clean bedroom. The bed looks like it was quickly made after he got up this morning. Sunlight peeks through his blinds, lighting the room well. He guides you to the edge of the bed, where his fingers find the zipper of your dress. He meets your eyes for approval and a dirty, smug look.

The anticipation of seeing you naked has been itching at Joel for weeks. His fingers delicately unzip you from your dress, leaving you in your undergarments. They were nothing special, but the look on Joel’s face would make you think that you had the sexiest Victoria's Secret lingerie on. Your cheeks turned a new shade of pink, and he asked quickly for consent to continue his work. He palms at your clothed breast gently, then gradually becomes more aggressive. You let out small sounds of pleasure as he works at your breast. He leans in to kiss you sweetly, continuing down to your neck and chest. He licked and kissed down your neck to chest, fingers finding the clasps of your bra.

You started to feel the guilt of not pleasuring Joel. You ran your hand up to cup his face, which caused him to look desperate, giving you a second of control. You ran your fingers through his hair and pulled slightly as his fingers finally opened your bra. It fell down your shoulder; he pulled it wholly off your chest. The cold air contact made you whimper, making Joel’s desperate eyes change to a more dominant dark look.

He takes control quickly, setting you down on the bed. He pulls your legs through your panties and starts to kiss your breast, groping the other as he works. His clothed hips sat against yours as you lay on the edge of the bed. His hardened member pulsing against your core, your hands nervously find their way down to him. You rub him through his jeans as you think of a dirty idea.

You wrap your naked body around him, “Will you flip me on top, baby? I wanna try something,” you whimper out to him, which causes him to grin like a villain. He quickly flips and takes his shirt off.

“Do you want me to take my jeans off? They might be a little uncomfortable to sit on,” he quickly says as he doesn’t lean back yet onto the bed. His hands grip your waist to support you, looking up to you for a response.

“No, keep them on,” you mumble back with a light blush. You had never taken control of anything in the bedroom; your dirty thoughts were finally answered. You perched your slit right on top of his clothed member, which caused Joel to let out a shaky breath. He could not keep his eyes off your body and face, smirking like the luckiest man in the world.

You grind your hips against his clothed half, letting out a slight moan from the contact. His hands grip your ass as you continue. The contact from the jeans on your bare pussy was more intense than you thought. You continued to grind until you lost control for a few. Joel sat back and enjoyed watching you pleasure yourself on him.

“Maybe take your jeans off,” you blushed after enjoying yourself. You sat up for him to take them off, helping him unbuckle himself. You gawked at the size of him through his white underwear, swallowing hard as you nervously thought of how he would fit inside of you. He pulls his jeans off, leaning up to meet you in a passionate, messy kiss and holding your naked body against his.

“Look how wet you are for me, baby girl,” he mumbles against you as he pulls up the crotch of his jeans. The sign of your pleasure makes him more horny and want to show you more pleasure. He enjoys the sight of the bright blush and tries to hide your face as you giggle from him, calling out the wetness of his jeans. “I think I want to see for myself,” he bites his lip as he gently sets you on your side beside him. His fingers run up your thighs and gently spread your legs apart as you twist onto your back. You slowly allow him to spread your legs, admiring all of you. “Jesus, baby, soaking wet for me.”

He runs over your pussy lips with his large fingers, stimulating your clit with his other thumb. He smirked as you squirmed from the sensation, arching your back slightly. He continues to tease your sensitive exterior until you beg him for more. Between shaky breaths and moans, you met eyes with Joel as he smirked down at your pleasure, seeing him palming himself from your noises.

Joel finally reached up to your lips as you sucked on his fingers for a few moments, which caused him to let out a groan as you made flirty eye contact with him. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and slowly inserts them into your wet sensitive pussy. Your hand finds the sheets quickly as you moan for Joel. He starts a deep rhythm into you as his thumb works your clit. He whispers sweet nothings to you as he admires your current state. You grind yourself against his motions, which causes more intense pleasure.

“Fuck, Joel, I think I’m gonna cum,” you let out a desperate cry as you were confused by the new pressure Joel was showing you. You had touched yourself to your fantasies and done it to yourself, but this was much different (and better).

“You think? Has a man never made you cum?” he asks with a smug look as he continues to pleasure you, inserting another finger as you cry in pleasure. You shake your head no to him as your hands find your pebbly nipples and run your fingers across them. Joel watches you intensely grind against him and play with your nipples. He could almost cum in his pants from the sight. Your shaky breath and hip motions increase as he continues to finger fuck, “You got it, baby girl. Being such a good girl for me. Cum on my fingers,” he praises you until you let out a sharp yelp of pleasure and came on his fingers.

You throw yourself onto the mattress as you try to catch your breath. “Holy shit,” you mumble and look up to Joel as he slowly pulls his fingers out of your glossy pussy. He brings his wet fingers to his mouth and licks one clean with a moan of pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You taste as good as I thought,” he says as he smirks, cleaning you off his fingers.

Your eyes wander down to his package, and you bite your bottom lip at the sight of his throbbing member. You reach your hand up to him, leaning forward. You take his long shaft into your hand and palm him gently. Joel’s head throws back from the contact, groaning in pleasure.

Everything moves quickly from this moment on. You help Joel take his underwear off and pump his pre-cum leaking cock. You lean over and give his tip a dramatic kiss as you look up to meet his dark eyes. You eventually guide him inside your mouth for a few moments to give him a little loving.

He lets out a loud moan as he grips your hair, as you use your mouth to please him immensely. You pull off of him with a prominent chin on your face, which he cups and gives you a messy kiss. Before you know it, he flips you onto your knees, and he is behind you now. He gropes at your breast, and his sizeable naked cock grinds against your ass. “Are you ready, angel?” he asks as he leans you up to each other and waits for your response.

“Yes, Joel, more than ready,” you giggle to him as your legs shake in anticipation. One of his large hands wraps around the hip to your front, holding you against him. He lined up their bodies, inserting his thick head into you. Your head throws back in pleasure as he slowly inserts himself fully into you. “Joel, fuck,” you let the whimper as you let your body fall against his as he starts to thrust slowly into you.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asks into your ear as he slows his actions for your response.

“You're so big, Joel, but you feel so good,” you breathly moan at him, grinding your hips into his thurst.

“You're taking me so well, baby girl. Feels so good,” he groans in pleasure as his grip on your hips tightens, thrusting deep.

The intimate fucking lasted until nightfall, with many orgasms occurring. At the end of the moment, Joel and you are lying on your backs, trying to catch your breath as you giggle with one another.

“That was better than I could ever imagine, baby girl. ,” he says as he holds you close and kisses your neck. You giggled and wrapped your arms around him, rubbing your breasts against him.

Joel helped you wash off and prepare to go home for the night. The interaction was friendly and a promise to continue to see each other in the morning to fuck again. The following day was full of more pleasure and many, many orgasms.

Tripp came home, and you were terrified that he would notice a change or something off, but he didn’t. Everything seemed the same as it was before he left.

Joel and you still met twice a week inside the shop. Some of the visits ended with you bent over the table in the back or riding him in the chair.

One of the risky quickies you had was on a movie night in town. Everyone had gone ahead, and Joel said he would stay home, but you told everyone that you had forgotten something at home. You met at a secret secluded spot in town. Joel fucked you hard as he covered your mouth with his large hand, fully clothed.

The secret sex affair had never felt like it played the line of emotional attachment until one evening.

You had been informed of an old craft store the groups had found savaging for supplies. Tripp had invited you to come with him and a group to search for supplies for the town, such as fabrics, crafts, and other supplies you might need. The group would burn the small town down so no one would be attracted to it after the fact since nothing would be there. (They would make sure it didn’t start a wildfire but burn buildings to prevent people from coming closer to Jackson.)

The group of ten people, along with a wagon, was plenty for the mission to salvage the small town. The group included Tripp, Joel, Tommy, Maria, and two other friends of yours. After spending most of the day, it was time to head out after savaging through dusty shelves of picked-over craft supplies. You did find a lot of valuable items that will be helpful for the shop.

You loaded your last box of supplies into the wagon as the guys started to burn other buildings around. You look through your pile as you get excited over your finds. Then you noticed you forgot something inside. You look over to tell Tripp, but he is somewhere else. You should have enough time to grab the last box before they set fire to the building.

You quickly run inside and search for the box you had put together. You could hear some commotion outside the building. Looking around, you finally found the box and ran over to it. Before reaching the box, you slipped over a line of oil the guys had put for the fire. You tried to stand up quickly but couldn’t because of the pain in your ankle. You curse yourself as you try to get up.

Outside the building, the guys had started to light the gasoline line they had already laid down. Tripp was the one to light it. Everyone backed away to their horses and wagon, chatting amongst themselves.

“Um, I’m only seeing five out of six of us,” Tommy says as he runs his hand through his hair, looking around for you.

By this time, you could see the flames inside the building. The flame ran along the line of oil that you were sitting in, which was all over you. You let out a scream of help to the others outside.

Joel was the first to hear you after becoming aware you were missing from the group. Tripp finally realized what was happening, but Joel was already soaking his handkerchief in water and covering his airways to run inside after you. His whole body was in fear of how he would find you. Your screams of terror made him move further into the blazing building. He found you in one of the further rooms holding your ankle and a box of supplies.

“Joel,” you gasped as you tried not to inhale more smoke than you already had. His large arms picked you up quickly and carried you to safety. At that time, you had knocked unconscious from all the smoke inhaling.

Tripp ran to Joel as he carried you outside of the building. “What have I done?! I didn’t know she was inside. Thank you, Joel,” the man rambled as he tried to help Joel to the wagon.

Joel had helped the others get you into the wagon, but his body hit the ground as he tried to catch his breath. Maria jumped into the wagon to help assist you while Tommy helped his brother strip off his clothes and cool him down.

“Is she okay?” Joel let out a shaky breath as he drank some water Tommy had given him. Tommy looked at the level of concern on his brother's face. There was something different in the way he asked and looked at you at this moment that made him raise questions that he would never bring up. The others besides Tripp noticed the same level of concern for you from Joel but didn’t say anything because he had just saved your life.

After gaining consciousness, you slowly recover from the smoke inhalation and start to become more of yourself over the next few days. You had not seen Joel since you were bedridden the last few days. Others had come to visit you with surprises, or their presence made you feel better.

You felt good enough to return to your shop about a week later. The excitement of organizing your new supplies and Tripp's sweet support have driven you to recovery. You kissed Tripp goodbye and headed for the day as he attended a council meeting.

After an hour, you finally found a great organizational system for your new finds. The sound of the shop bell brought you out of your headspace, and you prayed it was one person. You walked around the counter and saw a small bouquet with a small note waiting for you.

‘Hope you are well. - J’ was the only message scribbled on the piece of paper. Your head feels light-headed as your feelings start to make you emotional. He never came to check on you or had a second for you to thank him for saving your life.

You had gone out of your way three days later to visit Joel’s home. You come with a small present of a new flannel shirt with a custom name embroidered into the sleeve. No one had answered the door when he should have been home. Joel sat in his upstairs window, watching you as you knocked on his door. He felt more emotional than he should have watched you leave the present on his doorstep and wiped the tears from your eyes before you turned towards the street. Both of your hearts ached more than they should have from your “non-emotional” affair.

You had received a visit from Joel in the shop or any secretive message from him again after the flowers. The only contact with the broad, mysterious man was from group settings with friends. Your relationship with Tripp had improved from the relationship to the bedroom.

It was the day of your wedding. All the work you both had put into it had finally paid off. You felt off the whole day as your friends surrounded you with much love. You put on your wedding dress as you tried not to smirk at the dirty thought of Joel fucking you in it after you had finished your alterations on it, along with his creative ideas for it.

The day you had dreamed of all your life was a haze, and it did not feel the way it was supposed to. You could barely focus on the day as you tried to find that one person throughout it.

As you make your way down the aisle, you can't help but look around at your friends and community members with a big, fake smile. You find the beautiful brown eyes on Joel as you slow your walk down to meet Tripp. You couldn't help but match the pained look on Joel’s face as you saw each other. You quickly recovered when you met Tripp at the altar.

The officiant was Tommy, as he was one of Tripp’s closest friends and mentors. He talked highly of you and read off the typical wedding speech of love and endearment of marriage.

“If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace,” Tommy said as he looked out into the crowd, looking for his brother's eyes, which he could not find in the audience. You found yourself doing the same as Tommy. You felt your heart fall into your stomach from the question, but you thought it broke as you saw no sign of the person you wanted to find and hear speak up.

The wedding was a great success, and much love was spread amongst the community. You had only dreamed of it happening in this messed-up world. The wedding night ended up at the Tipsy Bison, where you hung on your husband's arm and drank your secret emotions in whiskey and anything you could get your hands on. Maria and some of the ladies in your bridal party helped you into the restroom as you felt queasy.

Joel had eased his way into the bar as he watched you hang on your husband’s arm. He had left the wedding early, drinking his sorrows away all day. He hadn’t been the man he thought he could be, but he showed up to the wedding and swept you away from your husband. His cowardly, drunken self had shown up in the bar more like stumbled into it.

It took him a while to reach your newlywed husband as he saw you go to the restroom. “Congratulations, Tripp! You got yourself a lovely wife and life. One man can only be so lucky,” Joel drunkenly says to Tripp as he wraps his arm around him. Trpp looks around at the guys around them.

Tripp nervously chuckles as he looks back at Joel, “thanks, Joel. I know I am the luckiest man in the world today,” he says as he lifts his beer to him.

They cheer their glass of whiskey and make small talk amongst themselves. Joel orders every one of them a round of shots. He rewraps his arm around his shoulder, pulling him in to whisper in his ear. “When was the last time you fucked her?” Joel whispers into Tripp’s ear.

Tripp whips his head around to him and throws him off his shoulder, “Excuse me, Joel?” He sternly asks him as he looks more shocked than ever. At this time, the girls had helped you out of the bathroom and nursed you with a glass of water as you walked back into the bar. You look up from your glass to see the scene of your husband and lover.

Joel chuckles and shrugs his shoulder, “Boy, I said, when was the last time you fucked her?” he says calmly with a wicked smirk on his face. “And I don’t mean the pathetic.

Fuck that she told me that you gave her. I mean, like a proper fucking her where she can’t remember any dick beside mine.” The smirk on his face as the words come out his face, and everyone’s faces drop in shock from them. Tripp’s fist on Joel’s face is the first sound anyone hears besides gasps. Joel doesn’t fight back as Tripp punishes his beautiful face. Tommy and some of the other patrol group members are the ones who break them up. You didn’t even notice that you had fallen in shock when you met Joel’s eyes, and Tommy pulled him outside.

Before Tripp could find you, you ran for the only place you thought you could be safe: the sewing shop. The tears, dirt, and memories of your affair ruin your precious wedding dress as you run through all the dirt to your safe space. You hysterically cry yourself to sleep as you know your secret has been told to the world. They were going to shun you and kick you out into the cruel world again, you feared.

By the time you awoke in the morning, it seemed the whole town had forgotten the terrible incident at the Tipsy Bison. You walked into your shared home with Tripp quietly to find him passed out on the couch, holding an empty whiskey bottle. The guilt and pain made you want to run away from these problems.

You eventually wake your groom up and tell him everything that happened with Joel. You apologize and promise to work on your relationship. It felt like he had forgiven you too quickly. There were boundaries and much more to discuss, but you planned to work out your relationship with your sweet husband.

After spending a few days off from the shop on your “honeymoon,” you finally returned to your shop to help the community with all its clothing issues, and Tripp went back to his routine. Joel had reportedly left on a solo patrol after the wedding after a rough discussion with Ellie that night.

You casually looked out the window from the shop every time you heard the large gates of Jackson open, hoping to see those locks of brown hair. To just talk to the man that you swore never to love, but that was a lie you always told yourself.

Joel had never returned. Ellie eventually went after him and returned with the news that made you drop to your knees from the worst news ever. He was gone. Forever. Your lover, Joel Miller, had left this world without saying goodbye.

Thank you for reading!

#pedro pascal x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller #ppcu fanfiction #ppcu #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfic #mrsmandalorianfanfics #mrsmandalorian

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 1 year ago

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Yandere! Idol! group x F! Reader

Honey 🍯

TW: Buttplugs, kidnapping, noncon, food kink, throat fucking, gangbanging

Pt. 2

A/N: This idol group is entirely made up and not based off of any group in real life.

"Haneul, you've been staring at your phone for a while. Are you ok?" Sol, Haneul's groupmate, asks, tapping Haneul on the shoulder.

Haneul's beige skin shines in sunlight, his black hair blowing in the wind, and his cheeks blushing so heavily that there are two red dots. Haneul had been stalking you since he became a trainee.

"Is it that coffee girl again?" Jason questions, leaning his head over the passenger's seat. "Dude, you've been stalking her since she was 15. We're both 22 now. Just ask her on a date already and make her ours. Besides, it would clear up the nasty rumor saying that she's a sasaeng."

"I suppose I should. We do have to write a love song for our album, right, Jason?" Haneul suggests showing Jason, Sol, and Honey a photo of you walking home.

"Driver, turn at this road," Sol says, looking at your location from the GPS tracker in your earrings.

"Yes, sir," The driver says, making a hard right.

"Stop next to the girl in black," Haneul says, seeing your earrings glimmer in the sunlight.

A black van screeches to a halt next to you, and suddenly, you're pulled inside. You try to scream for help, but a hand goes over your mouth, preventing any sound from leaving.

"Shh, sweetheart~ You're ok now," Sol whispers, rubbing your head.

Haneul shuts the door and rubs circles into your thigh.

"How are you doing, sweetie?" Honey asks, buckling you and wrapping a tight arm around your waist.

"Who are you people?!" You scream, making Jason disappointed.

"How could you not recognize us? We've been around you since we were trainees. We even wrote several songs for you. How could you not notice us?" Sol rants, making you cling to Haneul's arm.

"Sol, stop it. You're scaring her!" Haneul scolds, holding you in his arms.

Sol's navy blue hair practically stands up, and he turns away from Haneul.

"You brutes are all scaring her. I can't believe you guys couldn't get her in the van besides kidnapping her. Don't worry, baby, I'll keep you safe," Hani says, kissing your tear-stained cheek.

"Don't touch her like that! I saw her first!"

"Shut up, Sol! Does the word OURS mean nothing to you?!"

"I don't want to hear that from the punk who tried to ask her out!"

"Neither you nor Haneul can talk, Sol! Especially when one of you had plans to keep her chained up in your room!"

The idol's argument turns into a physical altercation, and soon enough, they're pulling hair and throwing punches. All you can do is cover your head and cower near the car door.

"ENOUGH!" The lady in the passenger seat screams, turning around to face the idols. "EITHER YOU SHARE Y/N, OR NOBODY HAS HER, AND I LET HER GO!"

There's an awkward silence in the van, and the idols slowly let go of each other.

"Yes, Manager Choi," The boys say, fixing themselves up.

"I knew letting you guys move to America was a mistake," She says, turning her head around. "Hey, stop crying. You might as well get used to them. You've become the fifth member of the group."

You cry harder and feel your heart sink.

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"Ta-dah! Welcome to the Hive!" Honey says, opening the door to their three-level house. "Upstairs is your and Haneul's room. To the left of yours is mine. Then, to the right are Sol and Jason's rooms. We have our own bathrooms, but feel free to come use ours if you want company."

You shuffle into the room and see the memorabilia from award shows and events. The air has a sickening sweet smell, almost like honey, that makes you nauseous. You feel the bile in your throat build up until you can't hold it anymore. You run to the nearest bathroom and vomit until your throat burns.

"Our queen is sick. I'll get her a spoonful of honey to make her feel better," Hani says, walking to their kitchen.

"Get it all out, sweetie. You'll be okay," Haneul says, rubbing your back and pushing your hair behind your ears.

Your face rests on the toilet seat, and Hanuel moves you so you're on his chest.

"Hani, hurry. Her face is turning pale!" Sol yells, running to your side. "Haneul, get her near the toilet again."

Your eyes roll into your skull, and your vision goes dark.

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"Mm," You groan, waking up to Hani rubbing your feet.

"Hello, my queen. Are you feeling better?" Jason asks, moving a piece of hair out of your face.

The smell of honey overwhelms you, and then you see the bee pajamas you're wearing.

"Don't worry, we didn't do anything dirty. Sol only changed your clothes and brushed your teeth," Haneul says, kissing your left cheek while Jason kisses the right. "How does our queen feel?"

"Let me go!" You scream, only to have your limbs restrained by each group member.

"Aww, I think our Queen Bee needs a good fucking to calm her down?" Haneul says, climbing on top of you and unbuckling his pants.

"Stop it!" You scream, making Haneul silence you with a kiss.

Hani hands Haneul a honey jar, and the black haired member covers his cock in the golden sweet treat. He opens your mouth and sticks his dick into it. Haneul slowly thrusts and has to restrain himself from throat fucking your mouth off as he feels your tongue unconciously lick the honey off his cock. Drool goes down your chin as Haneul deep throats you, and the lustful male thrusts faster, hitting the back of your throat. He sends cum straight down your throat, and slids his dick out of your mouth.

"How cute. Our queen is all calm now that she has some honey in her," Hani says, wiping some cum off your mouth.

The sweet taste stays on your tongue, and you stare into space, not noticing the other boys unbuckling their pants. Soon after, another cock enters your mouth, followed by another one. They move in synch as they thrust into your mouth. Sol and Jason grunt as the friction from your mouth and their dicks touching each other. Their hands wrap around each other's waists to steady their pace, and they thrust faster.

"Come on, Jason, Sol. Your cocks need to fill up our queens mouth," Hani says, spanking Jason and Sol's asses. "Come on, cum like the mindless sperm drones you are!"

The two members twitch in pleasure, and they cum from your mouth. A pool of cum forms in your mouth, and you swallow it. Hani hands Jason, Sol, and Haneul a stinger butt plug, and they cum, putting it in as it goes further. Hani does the same, and his cum spills out of his pants.

"Us busy bees need to get to work creating more honey," Hani says, leading the boys away as they try to mess with the butt plug for another round of cum.

#yandere idol #male yandere #yandere noncon #yandere boy #f! reader

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call-me-doll-face · 10 months ago

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Thinking about.... pt. 2

Part 1

Reader who has ghost wrapped around her pinky finger as soon as she shoves the balaclava over the bridge of his nose, plump lips meeting his in a clash of tongue and teeth as they stumble into his apartment.

Its dirty, messy, spit dripping as tongues battle for dominance, thick scarred fingers tangling in soft hair as hers push the heavy weight of his worn leather jacket off his broad shoulders and onto the floor.

Smitten Ghost who is already obsessed with her sounds, and he hasn't even made her scream his name yet. Hasn't taken her apart piece by fucking piece until she's a delirious mess beneath him. Oh, but he plans to.

Smitten Ghost plans to wreck her world. Burn it to the ground and build it back up with him at the center. He's going to make her worship the ground he walks on, turning her into a fiending mess, him being the only drug that can cure her.

He's going to make her his.

Smitten Ghost whose hands grab the backs of your plush thighs and lift you effortlessly into those tree trunk like arms of his, powerful legs making long strides towards his worn in blue couch.

"Gon' make ya feel s'good, love. You wan' that? want me to-"

Smitten Ghost who grunts when her lips claim his once more, tongue pushing into his mouth and effectively shutting him up. His mind fogs as the sweet taste of berries burst over his tastebuds once more, the taste so distinctly her that he's sure he'll never find anything else like it.

"I like your mouth when it's used for something other than talking, pretty man."

Smitten Ghost, whose pretty brown eyes widen in surprise, a blush that he's happy his mask covers settling over his cheekbones, because when's the last time someone had the balls to talk to him like that? outside of the 141 of course…… Sure, everyone fucks around with Johnny and Gaz, occasionally Price, but never Ghost.

Reader who takes advantage of his astonishment, giggling at his expression as those tiny fucking hands, hands that ghost can’t stop thinking about, work his leather belt open.

She’s so hungry for him, so ready to have him buried deep that she doesn’t even care about the foreplay, instead, popping the button on his jeans and moving back just enough to yank them down, freeing the most beautiful cock she’s ever seen.

Her mouth waters as it slaps against his stomach, curving up slightly and a prominent vein along the underside, tip flushed a pretty pink and leaking pre-come. Gorgeous.

“Oh, now that I can work with.” The words come out a purr, not taking her eyes off him as she climbs back onto his wide lap. Smitten ghost grunts loudly at the first glide of her bare cunt, hips jerking up in surprise, not expecting to feel anything other than cotton panties separating them.

It’s been so fucking long.

“Such a dirty fuckin girl.” The sound of his palm making contact with the bare skin of her ass reverberates around the room, a little gasp leaving parted lips as she’s jolted against him from the force.

Smitten Ghost who lurches forward with every intent of pinning her little body to the cushions and making her come apart on his fingers, on his tongue.

“S’pretty, need ta taste ya.”

“Be a good girl, yeah, love? That pretty pussy going to come in ma mouth? She going to be good for me?”

The words are obscene, his accent getting deeper as those brown eyes darken even more, pupils dilated until there’s hardly any color showing at all.

Smitten Ghost who gasps loudly, surprised once again as she forces him back, pushing herself back onto him and not even giving him time to process before her nails are digging into his shoulders and that pretty little cunt is sucking him in.

“Wha- wait! What’re you- s…shit!” the force that he grips her hips with is almost painful, but oh so worth it as she watches his eyes roll back, jaw going slack as she continues to slide down his throbbing length, taking every inch with a delighted little hum.

Smitten Ghost who swears she was fucking made for him. Put in that bar by God or whoever fucking else, just for him to find and fuck. Taking him so well, walls so wet and warm and perfect.

“Died and gon to heaven, fuck. S’perfect. So fucken perfect. Gotta move, please, love. Come on, need you to ride my cock.”

Reader who just coos at him as she grins down at him, laughing at his rambling, watching as this big strong man comes apart at the seams beneath her, because of her.

Lifting her hips, she watches as his expression morphs into one of ecstasy before sliding back down, giving a few experimental grinds before she grows tired of going slow and sets a relentless pace.

The sound of skin slapping fills the living room, heavy balls slapping against her as his hips lift, arms banding around her back as he meets her thrust for thrust. Whines and whimpers mix with his deep grunts and groans, hot open-mouthed kisses traveling down her shoulder and chest before latching onto a rosy nipple.

A cry of pleasure leaves her lips as that skilled tongue twirls and flicks against the nub, teeth nipping and sucking until she’s perked and sensitive, pulling off with an obscene pop before giving the other breast the same attention.

Fingers move down to grip the globes of her ass, fingers dimpling the fat as he spreads her cheeks, lifting and pushing her down his shaft, working her on his cock.

Smitten Ghost who climaxes a lot sooner than he anticipated, than he wanted, desperate pleas of, “wait!”, “S…Mph! stop! Please, love, im- “, and “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Leaving his kiss swollen lips.

Smitten Ghost who spasms, eyes rolling back and back arching under her as he experiences the most earth-shattering orgasm he’s ever experienced.

Blunt nails dig into smooth skin, leaving little crescents in their wake, forcing her as far down as he can go as his hips rut up into her, thick seed painting her walls as he fucks it even deeper.

Reader who just giggles once he finishes, smacking a kiss to his parted lips before climbing off.

"Thanks for the ride.”

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #slight angst

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sloppysequinz · 7 months ago

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Intox Bimbo Mansion - Allie’s Games

This is a second character introduction for one of the residents of Intox Bimbo Mansion. See Kari’s intro here.

As far as Allie was concerned, beer was her god.

She didn’t necessarily think of it that way, so directly and explicitly. To be fair, she hardly formed abstract thoughts anymore. But she worshipped at the altar of beer nonetheless, with a cheerful heart and cheerful mind in her worship.

Her daily dose of Pink was almost an afterthought compared to the six pack of ice cold cans that appeared next to it, every morning, just as mysteriously. Apparently whoever left the drug knew just what else she needed. Allie had liked beer just fine before coming to the mansion, but something about the beer here just had an extra oomf that she couldn’t get enough of. She wasn’t sure if it was the flavor of the beer or the effect it had on her, but she’d stopped trying to figure it out in favor of putting her remaining brain cells on the task of consuming as much of it as possible.

Every morning Allie would sit up in bed, and after tossing aside her empty Pink bottle, she would time herself finishing all six cans. Her current record was 12 minutes, but she was determined to get it under 10. When she first came to the mansion, it had taken her almost an hour. The cans started appearing on the third day, and she had cracked open each one and drunk them one after the other, but she didn’t know how to make them go down faster. Since then, other girls at the mansion had taught her how to chug, and more importantly, how to shot gun. Shotgunning six beers in a row was a skill that had taken time to develop and Allie practiced religiously.

She took a second to open her phones timer, hit the start button, grabbed her room key to puncture the first beer, and opened the top, and eagerly held it to her mouth. The beer slid down her open throat, ice cold, bitter, and bubbly. When the can was empty, she dropped it and reached for the next, not caring where it landed. She had a job to do.

She paused after the third beer to let out an enormous burp, but the pause was short. She tried to make up for it with speed on the fourth beer, but the body can only handle so much liquid at once. She forced the fifth down despite a tickle in her nose, grabbing the sixth before the fifth was even empty. Finally she drained the last can, and let out a massive victorious belching “BRAAAAAAWP” as she stopped the timer. Ten minutes and 40 seconds. She was definitely under 2 minutes per can, but still there was room for improvement.

She flopped back in bed next to her empty cans. Her belly sloshed on top of her. The booze she had forced into her body at high speed finally washed over her brain and she moaned. She reached down to edge her pussy with one hand while she rubbed her belly with the other. One edge per can. She forgot where the rule came from, but she loved it. It made her even more addicted to the booze than she already was.

When she was done, she rolled herself out of bed and waddled to the mirror to check herself out. The sloshing pot belly she had gained as a Mansion resident took up most of the mirror. It protruded from below her substantial tits and now hung low enough to cover her fupa. It was too wide and soft to be a pregnancy belly, but if she still went out in public, she knew she would’ve been congratulated on the baby many times.

“My lil *uh* beer baby…” she cooed, reaching down to hug and jostle her belly. “Mommy nees ta *urp* make ya eben bigger, doncha thing?”

Now that the warm up was over, the real game could begin.

Allie had long forgotten how it started, but she knew she and the other girls in the mansion had come up with it. The game was that if Allie saw a beer, she had to drink it. It started with her drooling whenever one of the other girls shook a can in her face, but it had escalated since then. Allie had started leaving cans out around her suite so she would see them the next day and drink them. Then other girls had started to sneak into her suite to plant more cans around. Now it seemed like every person in the mansion knew about the game, and beers appeared in Allie’s suite and in front of her face with a regularity that would be alarming if she wasn’t so beer bloated and brain dead. The one edge per can rule stuck too, no matter where she was. Usually she just edged while she drank so she didn’t lose count.

The first can she found was on her dresser. “Seben~” she singsonged to herself, popping it open as she headed unsteadily for the shower. There was another one waiting for her in the shower, so she chugged the first and opened the next. “Eigddd!” She chirped victoriously. She edged herself with the shower head, then managed to wash and dry herself without finding another. But there was one by her hairbrush to sip as she did her braids and one in her makeup drawer for good measure. Downing beer with one hand and edging her pussy with the other before each task was routine, and she loved it.

She hit the door frame on the way back into her room and paused for a second to lean against it, giggling. “Ten beer shmen beers, I’m just a lil drunk!” She said to no one. She continued on to her dresser. Of course there were cans in the drawers waiting for her. She chugged her two more beers, rubbing her wet pussy as she did so, then pulled on a pair of daisy dukes and a wife beater tank she has cropped dangerously short herself. She liked everyone to see her beer belly jiggling as she staggered around the mansion and she liked her hard nipples on display. She hadn’t gotten any complaints yet.

“Twelb beers is a *urp* lodda beers.” She mused as she swayed in place in front of the dresser, jiggling her exposed beer belly. She grinned. “My beer baby ‘z… gonna be *hic* soooooo strong.”

Allie staggered out of her room and made her way toward the kitchen, beelining for the fridge. “I neeeeedz an eben bigger *braaawp* stronger beer *hic* baby!” She told the room, pulling open the fridge.

But horror of horrors, the fridge was empty!

Allie whined and swayed in place for a moment, leaning hard on the counter and the fridge door, trying to remember what one was supposed to do if there was no beer. “Godda *urp* get…more I guesh…” she finally remembered. She turned and wobbled towards the front door. She went to pull her cowboy boots on—and there was a beer in each boot, of course.

Allie clumsily pulled her boots on, then shotgunned the two beers back to back. She slid her fingers into her shorts to finger her throbbing pussy as she did so. Fuck, she felt good.

“Doze bisshes…made *urp* me dring thirdeen beersh before *hic* leavin da house!” She mumbled. “Meeean. Dash *hic* unlucky.”

Having lost count of her 14 beers and ignoring the fact that no one except she herself had made her drink anything, Allie swung the door open and staggered out. She ran into the far wall of the hallway and let out a chain of giggles and burps. She leaned against the wall as she started to walk, following it down the hall toward the elevators. There was a “general store” on the first floor, which generally sold just booze, but they called it the general store anyway. Allie was headed that way, determined to get a 30 rack to bring back to her fridge.

Surely no beers would appear in front of her between here and there.

#intox #my writing

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goldenamaranthe-blog · 11 months ago

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First Kiss: Chaggie

Chaggie Week of Firsts - Day 6

Vaggie has been staying with Charlie for three months after her fall. For the first few weeks, she was unconscious and recovering. Only staying awake long enough to eat, shower, and have Charlie help her redress her bandages. After that, she was often plagued by nightmares, and would only stop screaming when Charlie shared her bed.

After two months, Charlie returned to her own bed. But something felt off. The sheets were colder, the bed felt too big, and no matter how many stuffed animals she piled around herself -or where Razzle and Dazzle nestled themselves into her- it always felt like something was missing. She managed to keep herself in her own room, opting to just call Vaggie and talk to her until they both fell asleep, for one month before it was finally too much... or not enough.

-knock! knock! knock!-

Vaggie: (blearily staring at the clock on her bedside table as it glows 2:00AM, and rubs her eyes from lack of sleep) Huh?

-tap! tap! tap!-

Vaggie: (scrambles out of bed and rushes to the door, practically ripping it from its hinges) Charlie????

Charlie: (holding her pillow in front of her like a nervous child) H-Hey, Vaggie. What-Whatcha doin'?

Mental Charlie: Seriously? Smooooooooooth, Charlotte, real Morningstar rizz ya got there.

Charlie: (kicks her mental self)

Vaggie: Oh! Um... nothing much. Just, y'know, trying to sleep.

Charlie: Right! Right. Sorry, did I wake you?

Vaggie: Uh, no. Thus the "trying to sleep" part.

Charlie: Gah! (bonks her own head) Of course! Stupid of me to ask.

Vaggie: No, no, it's fine.

-Awkward silence-

Charlie: (nervously) C-Can I sleep with you tonight?

Vaggie: (blinks as if it would help her hear what was just said) What?

Charlie: Can I sleep in your bed tonight? Mine... Mine just feels so-

Vaggie: Lonely?

Charlie: Yes! That!

Vaggie: (smiles softly) Yeah, I know the feeling. Come on in.

Charlie: Yes! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! (zooms inside and dives into the bed, ducking under the covers)

Vaggie: (sighs like a girl smitten and climbs back into bed, chuckling to herself as Charlie immediately snuggles into her chest) You comfortable?

Charlie: (nods enthusiastically) Mm-hmm! How about- (yawns) -you?

Vaggie: (wraps an arm around Charlie's shoulders) Never better.

Charlie: (already half asleep) Good ta know...... (yawns again and leans up to give Vaggie a peck on the lips) G'night... Vaggie.....

Vaggie: (heat exploded across her face as she blushes from her collarbone to the roots of her hair) Ch-Charlie????

Charlie: (light snoring)

Vaggie: (softens and gently kisses the top of Charlie's head) Buenas noches,querida.

#chaggiefirsts #chaggie #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie week of firsts #first kiss #they're sleepy

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justafairytailofinnocence · 5 months ago

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Jareth x dreamy reader🔮💭🌌

Part 2

Masquerade ball scene🎭👗💃🔮

(A/n: hello, thought I'd make another part 2. I wanted to make it a bit different from the movie version. Enjoy 😉. Please comment and reblog, helps me alot 💖.)

Requests: open for labyrinth

Part 1 here

You knew where you were going. You were certain. You were the optimist. A dream mixed with sweetness. The definition of a sweet dream.

The environment was clumped with overgrown vines, trees, shrubs, and more stoned walls. Twas another obstacle, something to deter you from the path you went before.

"She'll never make it. She's not even heading in the right direction." Two short, stubby hairy creatures with protruding snouts, identicle to the next observed you sludging through the jungle. One spoke in a high high-pitched accent and the other a deep husk. It was like, similar to that of two young children watching a grown-up waiting for the moment to tell them 'I told you so'.

"She'll end up lost." The high pitch one said.

"Stuck." The low pitch responded.

"Mhm, stuck, that's what I said, stuck."

"You said lost."

"Mhm, stuck, lost, forever and ever."

You ended up reaching a tree, grabbing its vines, clinging to it carefully, not falling into the vines, or the vegetation that over grew even more. You swore they moved. Moving and increasing like snakes to block your path.

The one on the left shook his head, making a tsk sound with his tongue. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, never going to learn."

"No."

"Never going to make it."

"Never."

"Lost."

"Stuck."

"Forever."

"And ever."

Growing frustrated you tried to look for any sort of branch or loose vine that's strong enough to swing you across from the small island with the giant oaken tree to the platform covered in broken, grey, stoned paver's against the concrete slab.

You thought for a moment of jumping in; perhaps that's the only way. You would need all your strength to break through the dense vegetation, but, better than nothing.

"Oooooh, shes going to jump in."

You looked up to see a small creature sitting on a tree branch, wearing medieval scottish garb.

"Jump! Jump! Down ya go!"

"Down, down".

"Thar she goes."

"Into the unkown."

"Where will she stop."

"We won't know."

The two creatures then proceeded to laugh. Thinking there was no other way you paused to speak to them. "Excuse me, but would you please help me to get across."

"Oooh, help ya, quite bold of ya ta ask."

"Help you with such a task."

"To break the rules."

"To help with you to glory, or to your doom."

"Oh, help, help, power, power. The power we hold."

You were getting fed up. You didn't have time to waste for such nonsense. "Please, I don't have much time."

The two gazed at each other and then back at you. They then held up their hands, whispering to each other.

"Ok."

"Very well."

"We will agree to help."

"If you can solve a puzzle."

"Solve a mystery."

"Very well, what's the mystery, what's the riddle." You asked, smiling. You always had fun with these kinds of things. Surely, it's not too difficult of a task.

"Oh, brave, very brave. We will agree to help you."

"If you can figure out—"

"Which."

"Is which."

"Who is knick."

"And who is knack."

"Is he this."

"Or is he that."

They laugh once more.

You had to think for a moment. It seemed obvious for knick to have the higher voice and knack to have the lower. Though, knowing this place, tricks and turns come at every corner. You had to think hard, "well..." the creatures listened intently.

"You must be knick," you pointed to the one with the highest pitch. "And you must be knack." And the same for the lower pitch creature.

They glanced at each other, bewildered. "She—she's right."

"Correct."

"Now we have no choice."

"Help the girl."

"Save her from doom."

You smiled in brightness, you were getting the hang of this. Usually, you weren't the brightest of the bunch, often feeling half witted compared to other work colleagues or strangers that speak to you as if they had any idea of what you mean.

"Yes, now, will you please help me?" she said gently to the creatures with kindness.

"Very well." Knack hopped down from the tree as the other did the same. "Nnn, ok, let's see here, oh yes, just a twist and a snap, nnn," he muttered to himself. "Knick, where was tha spot again."

"Spot?"

"Aye, the spot, you know, tis a tap, one, two three."

Knick hopped down from the tree, looking like he hasn't slept in ages. He groaned getting up "errr let's see here, was it here, err no, no t'wasn't."

"Aha!, I found it." He stood at the edge of the small mount. "Give it ere, y'know, the ol' knock." Knick held out his hand for the long stick, that actually resembled a small staff.

"The ol'clock" he said.

"The ol'knock?" You questioned.

"Mhm, that's what I said the ol' knock."

"You said ol'clock" you mentioned.

"Mhm, that's what I said the ol' knock." Knack handed knick the staff.

Knick stuck the staff inside the hole. "mhm, there it is."

"Knew it was there."

"You were close."

"Very."

"Best stand back." You and knack took a step back expecting something rather big and tremendous.

He then started hitting the ground thrice, precisely three seconds in between. And—as you waited—

Nothing. Nothing happened.

"That was it" Knack said slightly disappointed. "Must be more to it then that."

"Give er a minute." Knick said, repeating the same movement once more.

All of a sudden, the ground began to quake. The vine's, roots, and vegetation slithered away. Creating a pathway for you to cross.

Knack posed with the stick expecting a 'thank you' of sorts.

"It's clear." You said thankful.

"Pathway m'lady." Knick proudly spoke.

"Always a boaster aren't you." Knack clicked his tongue tsk-ing at knick.

"Thank you both." You said walked along the gravel like path with mis matched grey stone pavers.

You felt confident, all you needed to do now was pass through the goblin city and get to the castle where you can find the king and return to your normal life, redeeming your wish, taking it back.

The two creatures waved at you as you looked smug, however, in that moment—something went wrong.

The floor beneath you began to crumble, creating a hole you fell through. "Woa!" You screamed.

The creatures staring unphased spoke. "Now, knick, did you remind her of the hole there."

"Don't beileve so."

"Well, she's well on her way to her doom now."

"Never to return."

"Never to come back."

"Trapped."

"Lost."

"Stuck."

"Forever."

"And ever."

"Mhm that's what I said lost, stuck, forever and ever."

They then started to laugh from the mounted island with the giant oaken tree.

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You slid down to what almost felt like a water slide, dirt and mud covered your clothes as you screamed. Turning, twisting and speeding down the slippery rabbit hole.

Eventually, you landed in a place that seemed rather empty, dark, and voided of any life. To your astonishment, a wooden stave dripped in tar lit on fire. So the king was playing fair—for now.

You grabbed the wooden stave, expecting it to disappear as you touched it—assuming it was another illusionary trick.

You wandered through the mysterious catacomb, believing it was an old city from another time. You took a moment to glance around at the structures; you were fascinated.

They seemed old, ancient, as if structured from inspiration from another city like Atlantis, Egypt, Greece, Rome pompeii, before the doom.

You trailed on for what seemed like hours, or rather perhaps twenty minutes. That was until you stumbled upon a structure, a structure that resembled an old standing mirror. The outer rim was decored in ornated wood and silver, and patterns of fairytails surrounded it. You couldn't help but run your hands down the side of it. Although, seemingly, some of these patterns resembled small items sparking old memories throughout your life. He wasn't kidding when he claimed he knew you better.

The glass of the mirrors reflection suddenly started to shift. Within the reflection, an illusion played out, like something that only happened in movies. You watched closely. It showed a room of white with sparkling glitter falling along with huge bubble like crystals floated around.

You were hypnotised. Entranced. Many of the women and men donned in different vibrant colours of frock coats, sack-back gowns, and masks resembling different animals.

Curious, your finger lifted to the mirror. Your finger push through the mirrors glass like liquid. Like moving water. You pulled your finger out, afraid and bewildered.

Looking closer, the men and women that danced in the costumes all waltzed; laughing, chattering and singing. Somehow, it drew you in, you always loved the ball scenes in movies.

This seems too familiar, somehow, like wasn't this from the movie. The part where she lost track of time, memory and herself.

Hesitantly, you looked behind the mirror. Nothing. And it seemed the only way through this was through the ornated wooden, silver mirror.

Shaking your head, you pushed through, taking a deep breath and holding it. It was quick. Like a flash. Your body felt a cold wetness for a second, and the next, you opened your eyes.

You wandered through, astounded beyond belief of the whole setting. You could hear singing and like in a trance, you began to loose your train of thought. As your eyes glanced down, you wore formal attire that seemed way too otherworldly or perhaps something you remembered wearing once before.

You traversed through the venetian masquerade ball. Many of the men and women, laughing your way as you passed. They seemed unphased by your presence. You turned and spun slowly trying take in your surroundings, trying not to lose touch with reality.

Oh, but how far you've already drifted from it.

You fidgeted with an item of yours that was close to you. Each moment, each time you moved closer, the more you started to forget, lose train of thought. Becoming one within the world of daydreams.

Oh y/n, you're already losing. You just don't know it yet.

Your vision became a sudden blur as suddenly you even forgot your name. You listened to the sound of the music, as many danced around you. Was, was this your purpose. Yes. This must be why you're here. To dance. To dream. To dance and dream. To be here. Forever.

Oh, you poor, callow minded creature, I've already won. You'll remain here forever. You've lost your innocence. You'll never see your dear ones again. You'll never go back. Forget about your home, the ones you hold so dear, dreams of realism, and live forever within a dream of our own.

You began to sway, having no little reason to believe this was your purpose. You moved fluently, dancing to yourself. Moving your arms and gracefully swaying your legs. Stepping in a glide to fit in with the crowd. Wasn't this what you wanted. To fit in when no one understands you. Now they can, here, where you can be safe and sound. Where no one can judge you and your free to be someone.

To be yourself. To live within your fantasises.

As you heard the sound of the gentle music sing. You spun and spun, feeling the reality drain away. Feeling happy. Free. Joy. Love.

Suddenly, you stopped in someone's tracks, and you delicately held your arms beside you. Dreamily looking up. He stood there. A man that felt familiar but you couldn't grasp the name of.

He wore a glittery, deep, blue frockcoat with an ornated cravert attached to a white poet linen blouse beneath. Without a word, you stood back, gripping the fabric of your attire. You didn't trust him. He seemed. Evil? No, not exactly the correct words but—

Evil, well that's a bit far-fetched, don't you think.

The mysterious man held an odd venetian mask to his face attached to an ornated handle. The horns from the mask somewhat made you curious. You shouldn't approach. However, he held out his hand covered in a white glove.

Your hand hovered over his. However, you continued to dance, dismissing him. You spun and turned. Locked in a daydream.

Much to his annoyance, he tried to garner your attention. As you danced, many of the ladies and gents laughed and tried to offer their hand. Purposefully trying to block your path to guide you back to the mysterious man.

However, you simply drifted past them. Elegantly frolicking past the crowd. You felt free.

Careful y/n, look, their eyes are gazing upon you. Their judging your actions.

You continued to joyously spin and turn, kicking your leg in the air as you moved freely, ignoring the voice.

The mysterious man glanced with impatience. Surely this was supposed to happen, yet—he wanted something more...

He attempted to grasp you, following your movements. Yet, to no avail could he hold your attention. It was agitating. You were an irritating creature.

Only until did he take a step, you stopped in front of him. Stuck in a daze. He glanced directly at you. Looking into your eyes. His mouth slightly parted, showing a mixture of tantalisation and pique.

You moved to glide around the dance room. He couldn't control you. He trapped you. Yet. He couldn't grasp you. You were a dream, he couldn't touch.

Eventually you stopped at the mirror, the same one you entered. You took a look at yourself dreamily. You could see an illusion, the illusion of yourself in the reflection of the glass but—wearing different clothes—Were those what you wore previously. Was that you? Didn't you have a purpose? You were here for something?

City? To get to the city? To meet the ki—

You gasped as someone gently touched your shoulder. Looking up, it was the same mysterious man whoms voice sounded familiar. "Oh dear, daydreaming again are you." He said in a mysterious, mystical tone.

"The—mirror—I saw?" You looked back.

"And that was." He grasped both your shoulders, prompting you to take a closer look. "I think you should look again, carefully this time. Look deeply within the mirrors reflection y/n."

You looked once more in the mirror's reflection, seeing nothing but the reflecting dream. "I-i beileve I saw—"

"A dream y/n, you saw. A. Dream." He spoke, concluded. "Dreams. Oh, what's that? " You laughed, smiling.

"Illusion." He smiled back in response. "Would you like me to show you." He guided your gaze back to the mirror. You saw yourself but, wearing different clothes. You watched as many people you thought you knew speak ill of you. Your loved ones resuming their normal lives without you and flashes of words you remembered that made your heart ache. You turned to him, tears streaking down your face. As though you were confused, not knowing why and yet feeling the pain washed over you.

"What. What is this." You say watching it. It felt so real.

"This is your reality y/n, this is what's real."

You wanted to take it all away. You wanted to imagine again. "If this is reality, I do not want it, take it away—please"

"Of course, you can, look." In the mirror you saw, yourself, in royal attire, that fitted only you. The style formed from a balance of your imagination and dreams. You saw yourself spinning forever smiling, not existing in that horrid illusion he showed.

"You can remain here with me. They won't mind. you're free here y/n. Free to do whatever you oh so desire." He offered his hand out to you.

Taking it out of curiosity. He smiled. He will keep you here, until time runs out. Forever making you his. A dream within his world.

He glided you across the room, as you danced in unison. Twirling, spinning, gliding, turning, dancing—to remain here. Forever.

Dancing with this mystical stranger felt right and—wrong. As he spun you, smiling. You were trying to remember something. A flicker of a memory, something within your mind. "City?"

To feel safe.

"Wasn't there a city, somewhere."

You need to feel free.

Y/n.

"There's a city I must go to."

Stay with me.

"I'm certain."

I'm your haven.

"To."

Your my dream.

"To go beyond, the walls of the—GOBLIN CITY! THE CASTLE!"

Your eyes flickered as if you awoke from the spell. You broke away, pushing him. You grabbed the fabric of your attire trying to run. In that moment, the guests were trying to surround you, to block you once more. You pushed and shoved them, rushing toward the mirror from which you came. The mysterious figure you recalled felt familiar, turned out, to be the king himself. Of course, he was tricking you. To make you lose yourself, to steal time away in order to make you forget, so you would lose.

That's why you remembered that scene in particular, oh how foolish you felt—but—you broke the spell.

The king, in frustration, grasped a crystal ball from thin air. Throwing it toward you. Showing all your greatest fears and wounds in a mass of shadow. As your eyes widened, you grabbed a chair, breaking the surface of the mirror's protective seal. You jumped through the liquid. Almost in an instant, you felt yourself falling, floating. To a near trash heap, only you describe it as a literal dump.

You held your hand to your head. As though you had a pounding headache. Once you realise your surroundings and gather your barings. You looked down, seeing the elegant attire you wore in the dream, a torn, trashed garbage piece. Suppose it was still clothing. Much to your annoyance. You sneer in disgust. He practically just dressed you in an illusionary trick.

You were sick of this, yet, you were thrilled. You loved the excitement of that dream, waking up. Now you were more determined more then ever to take back your wish and finish this off.

You trudged off through the trash pile, to the goblin castle beyond the goblin city.

Perhaps, you might even ask if he could return your clothes too.

#labyrinth #labyrinth x reader #jareth #jareth the goblin king #jareth x reader #labyrinth 1986 #david bowie #jareth labyrinth

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novankenn · 4 months ago

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I fear for jaunes childhood when he is surrounded by all the crazy people

We find Mama Arc (Harley Quinn) sitting in the principal's office of Ansel's Elementary school. Once again dealing with the fall out of another "Arc Incident" with in the school.

Principal: Ms. Arc I'm sure you KNOW why I've asked for this meeting.

Mama Arc tilted her head, and appeared to be in deep thought, as she say demurely in the chair facing the Principal's cluttered desk.

Principal: Ms. Arc?

Mama Arc: Hum. I should kidnap her, shave her head and paint her face in clown make-up?

Principal: *Gasping*

Mama Arc: Oh, sorry. The voices.

Principal: Uh...

Mama Arc: So what are you accusing my babies of?

Principal: Well...

/==/ Seven Hours Ago /==/

Joan: Come on we have gym class!

Jaune: Hey! No I can't!

Jeanne: In!

Jaune: That's the girls locker room!

Joan: So?

Jeanne: Those beastly boys are NOT getting a chance to molest our dear brother!

Jaune get's hauled into the Girl's Locker Room by his sisters.

Multiple Feminine Voices: AHHHHHHH!!!!!!

/==/ Present /==/

Principal: This is the fifth time in five days that Jaune has been pulled into the Women's Locker room by his sisters! It is inappropriate!

Mama Arc: Joan, Jaune and Jeanne are triplets, of course they're going to want to change together. They've been doing it since they were born.

Principal: Well...

/==/ Four Hours Ago /==/

A well kwon group of bullies where running down the main corridor of the school, in utter panic and covered in paint splotches... away from a much shorter girl with green hair, rapidly firing a pair of... "juiced-up" paintball guns.

Rebecca: ^&$@&^&^%(@*(*%&@^*&^%^@&^%&##

Bully #1: Stop! It hurts!

Bully #2: We're sorry! We're sorry!

Rebecca: &^&^*@&^%@$^)%)@)()(%@)&(%*@&

/==/ Present /==/

Principal: Those boys were covered in bruises, some were even openly sobbing!

Mama Arc: So?

Principal: So?

Mama Arc: Where was this... concern when Joan, Jaune and Jeanne came home covered in bruises and mud?

Principal: ... um, well...

/==/ One Hour Ago /==/

Jinx and Tiny Tina stalked forward, sinister and more than slightly unhinged grins upon their faces. Their goal, a small ramshackle looking building near school property.

Gang Leader: Back off freaks!

Jinx: Did you?

Gang Leader: Did we what?

Tiny Tina: Proposition our baby brother...

Gang: NO!

Jinx: You... lie...

Tiny Tina: Let's shut up and shoot something!

The two young women suddenly had various weapons in their hands.

Gang: AHHHHH!!!!

/==/ Present /==/

Mama Arc: Sounds like my angels cleaned up a drug problem before it could become one. Wouldn't... *Grins in an unhinged way*

Principal: I... um... I...

Mama Arc: I'm starting to think... you're just wasting my time.

Principal: But... but... those are just the most extreme issues! Your children are completely out of control!!! All of them!

Mama Arc: *Raises and single Eyebrow* ALL?

Principal: Well aside from Jaune and Saphron...

Mama Arc: SO it's not... all...

Principal: No... but...

Mama Arc: I'll speak with my little angels... ask them to tone down things. Does THAT placate you?

Principal: Uh... yes?

Mama Arc: *Stands up* Good. Now I have a bandit tribe to... remove from our borders. Please...

Principal: Please?

Mama Arc: Stop expecting my babies to clean up your oversights with your administration. Agreed?

Principal: Yes... but... what about the locker room issue? That's not a problem being... fixed?

Mama Arc: Take them out of gym class, and give them a free period. I'm sure Jaune and his sisters would appreciate the extra study time... wouldn't you agree?

Principal: Well, those three are doing exceptionally well...

Mama Arc: *Beams a smile* Perfect. Problems solved. Ta-ta!

(A/N - Might have missed the mark on this ask. Might try again after five more cups of coffee...)

Utter & Complete Insanity Story Collection

#rwby #dc universe #harley quinn #jinx #sillyposting #dare someone to run with this insanity... double dog dare yah!#utter and complete insanity #fate stay night #borderlands 3 #cyberpunk edgerunners #league of legends arcane #tiny tina

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Fourth Strike Dec-Jan-Feb Roundup!

(It's Bandcamp Friday. 100% of today's proceeds go towards California wildfire relief)

Hey everyone! It's 2025 now, and while January was tied up with prepping and releasing we've been the garages, it's February now, which means: Roundup time!

Our first roundup of 2025 is absolutely FILLED with new music, podcast appearances, and disintegrating perceptions of the self, brought to you with love from Fourth Strike. Also, cool shirts.

Let's jump into it:

The Garages released another EXPANSION single! "I'm Starting to Lose My Sense of Self," by @rosieeeeeeeee is out now on Bandcamp.

It'll be up on Spotify as a double single with Shark Hunter soon, so keep your eyes peeled and your ears primed! And pre-order the album if you haven't yet :)

2. Two years ago, Skates wrote an indie horror game about women's rowing team. Now, in the wake of increasingly hostile sentiment and policy against trans folks, especially trans women (including a new American executive order ban on trans women in sports), they're giving 100% of game proceeds from this month to Athlete Ally and Callen-Lorde.

3. Resni released a whopping 62-track soundtrack for their game, Stardust Demon. Let me say that again: 62. Tracks.

4. @girltentacles and friends made a Christmas song! It came out on Christmas; we're just late to the party. Don't waste any more time not listening to it!

5. New @girlballz music! Demos, covers, and new originals, oh my!

Fae're also doing February Album Writing Month, where it's challenged to write 14 songs in 28 days. You can follow along with faer progress here:

6. Bertie's new band, Cardboard Chords, released two singles in the last three months, with another one set to drop on Valentine's Day. Pre-orders open now!

7. If you missed them last time around, Yuppie Supper ( @thwackamabob ) shirts are back! They'll stay up until sizes run out... or a new EP releases 👀

The band's also migrated to BlueSky--you can catch up with them here!

8. Sister Sickness released its new single "Break My Bones" on SoundCloud! Check it out here:

9. @clemkesh is doing a guest run on the podcast Quest Friends! as the singing voice of player character Sparky! Her first appearance is on Episode 46: "Swanshine!"

There're also extended versions of the songs released as separate cuts--you can find those over on the Quest Friends! website:

10. Louisa also wrote, co-sang, and produced a duet for this year's Secret Samol, a Friends at the Table annual fanart exchange:

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10. @robnotes's part of a 48 hour charity stream for Children on the Edge! They're managing the stream today--at the top of the hour, actually-- and they'll be hosting the feed on Sunday, Feb 9th from 10am - 3pm GMT. Come say hi!

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don’t you dare look out the window, darling, everything’s on fire • ttfd

chapter seven of the tortured firefighters department

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cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, no descriptions of reader, huge fire (but no one died), brains being in risk, pov change, oblivious people in love, also maddie and chim are not married yet here, no proofreading otherwise i’d never post this (lmk if i missed something)

You knew something was odd when you stepped foot in CalTech that day. You attended a morning class, did your part as a TA for your professor, and had 20 minutes to grab something before your 1 P.M. meeting. When you were leaving the Linde Hall’s after a meeting with one of your professors, you sensed the panic in the air. And then you heard an explosion.

People were running away from all the buildings around, and the fire was taking over rapidly. That’s when the alarms in your mind went off and instead of running away from it, you ran to the doors and pulled the fire alarm. Once people started evacuating the building on fire, you heard another explosion.

“Help! Help!” A girl, probably in her masters, walked out of the building. “My friend is stuck on the last floor.”

You looked around and tried to hear, over the screams and calls for help, any signs of the sirens. Nothing. You told people to call 9-1-1, but what was taking them so long?

“What’s their name?” you asked.

“Tyler.”

“Ok. Can you tell me where you last saw them?”

“He went looking for more people on the far back labs on the second floor and- and I heard something downstairs and he told me to run.” She looked back to the building. “Please, someone save him.”

You could hear the voices of everyone from the 118 saying it was stupid, you were not a firefighter, you should wait for them. But you couldn’t. You gave her your backpack, threw the rest of your water onto your shirt, pushed your phone into one of your pockets and ran into danger.

You walked up the stairs, shirt covering your mouth, the fire getting hungrier every second. You screamed Tyler’s name as loud as you could, opening all the doors and checking for him or anyone else.

In one of the labs, you found him with a lady, trying to move her from underneath one of the fallen shelfs. In a silent agreement, he lifted it and you pulled her free. He picked her up and you screamed “The stairs! We can use them and escape through the main entry!”

They made it to the stairs, and you checked the labs one more time, staying behind. Once you started to follow them, part of the ceiling structure collapsed over the stairs and locked you there. The fire was getting closer.

You ran back to one of the undamaged laboratories — for now. You stayed away from the door. You checked the drawers and closets for anything helpful. You opened one of the windows to check if jumping was an option.

No, it wasn’t. You were stuck until help arrived. And your stomach dropped: would they find you before the flames?

Grabbing your phone from your pocket, you called your last hope.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

“This is dispatcher 990222. I need”, you coughed, “I need to talk to dispatcher Maddie Buckley.”

You heard the noise, your call going through, stuck on thinking Maddie was probably busy with any emergency right now. You pulled your shirt up, hiding your face under the wet material, trying to breathe as calmly as one can do in the middle of a building in flames.

“9-1-1, what’s your-”

“Maddie, it’s Brains.”

“Oh my God, hey. Please tell me you’re safe and sound. We are getting hundreds of calls from CalTech about a fire.” You could hear the muffled voices of other dispatchers in the background.

“I wish.” Another cough. “ETA?”

Maddie fell silent before telling you, “One fire department team is 2 minutes away from campus. Where are you?”

“In the middle of the fire, Physics Lab Building I believe. Last floor. Inside a lab.”

“Oh, Brains,” you could hear her disappointment. “Is there any way for you to escape?”

“Main staircase is blocked, windows open just enough to ventilate the lab, I can’t make this jump even if I tried. The fire is getting close to my location.”

“What kind of lab is it?”

“I’m not sure, maybe just engineering. Nothing explosive or toxic on sight here. But I can’t say the same about other labs around me.”

“Ok, I’m accessing the blueprints right now, I’m looking for a secondary way out of there.”

“Maddie.”

“We are getting you out there, ok? Hang on, there must be a way. I’m gonna guide you to the emergency stairs and-”

“Fire is blocking the exits, Mads. I looked around. ETA?”

“118 just arrived. Which lab are you in?”

You looked around for any numbers or signs. “Electronic, east side I think.”

The line went mute, as you expected.

“Brains, I need-”

“Breaking a window right now. Please, tell them, hurry up.”

The flames were violent and hungry, moving to your direction quickly. You used lab equipment to break two windows, the outside noise took over your senses just to be engulfed with the flames.

You heard one of the gas tanks in a lab exploding. You barely saw the firetruck stairs before feeling your lungs too heavy, your eyes too tired.

And then a second explosion happened.

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There was a punching feeling in your head. Worst than a thousand migraines. And the unceasing beeping was driving you insane. The darkness took everything out of you. Until you opened your eyes to bright lights and some familiar faces.

“Oh God, you’re back.” Josh smiled.

“Back from where?” You looked around. Maddie and Josh were watching you carefully. “What happened?”

“They pulled you out of a burning building. You were knocked out because of an adjacent explosion, which that’s why you may feel confused. Luckily you didn’t get much damage from the flames,” Maddie explained. “I’m gonna find the doctor.”

“What time is it? Can I go home?”

“You were knocked out for half a day. You’re probably staying here for another one,” Josh broke the news.

“Great,” your words were pure irony. “Please tell me no one died.”

“A few injuries here and there, no deaths. You made the right call to pull the fire alarms and evacuate the building.”

“Awesome. Can I do it again?”

Before Josh could give you an answer, Maddie came back with the doctor just behind her.

The bald doctor explained everything your friends told you. You breathed too much smoke from the fire, but your lungs would be better in no time. They were more concerned about your concussion, since you were out for 17 hours. They wanted to watch you overnight, run a few more exams, and probably release you in the morning.

“Ok, now you both can go home,” you motioned for them to leave.

“You sure?”

“I’m awake, I have my phone, they’re gonna start taking me to places. Worst case scenario, I call 9-1-1, which means you. Go home, go to work, I’ll update you later.”

They both said their goodbyes and promised to check in via messages for the next few hours. You just smiled, not noticing you now had work parents to deal with. Maddie was already overprotective of you since your little burnout episode, and now Josh would probably keep a close eye on you. But that was a problem for later.

Unfortunately, you were well acquainted with hospital routines — because of rescue and follow up protocols. They took your blood, got another scan of your brain and body, helped you take a shower and brought you dinner. Boring hospital food. Maybe a burning building wasn’t that bad when compared to hospitals.

“First rodeo?” Buck showed up at your door, taking your mind away from the boring food.

“Nop,” you dropped the spoon. “Delivering a patient?”

“Just finished my shift,” he closed the door and sat on the chair beside your bed. He was still wearing the black uniform, and the curls were unruled. “How are you feeling?”

“For real? Shitty as fuck. I’m probably getting a medical leave from work because of two broken ribs and I have no clue what my professors are going to propose to adapt my schedule. Again. Feels like I’m walking on a tightrope right now.”

“If I didn’t know you, I’d say you started that fire.”

“Of course, Buck. So, what happened?”

“You were knocked off when I entered the lab. Eddie and I had to carry you down the ladder. You were pretty beaten up.”

“I mean what caused the explosion.”

“Oh, our first assessment indicates a gas leak, but we are waiting on the investigation.”

“Maybe I should join LAFD after all.”

“Hell no!” he almost screamed. “Sorry. You saved a few people, but no more playing the hero, ok?”

“Can I get a gold star for that?”

“No. Sorry, Brains, but you don’t get a reward for being reckless.”

“Why can you be bucking around all the time, and I get a lecture?”

“Because it’s you. You’re… I can’t let you do that.” In his voice, there were a few other things he left out, but you were too tired and hungry to dig deeper on that.

“You know I’m not serious, right? I could never do what you guys do on the daily.”

“Great,” he sounded relieved. “Do you want something else for dinner? I know a few people here.”

“Fries and a milkshake, please.”

“Strawberry, right?”

“Yup.”

“Done. I’m gonna get a change of clothes in my car and I’ll be back with your meal, ma’am.”

“Are you my babysitter for the night?”

“And your ride in the morning.”

“You should bill the Government for these extra hours.”

“That’s ok. I know you’d do the same for any of us.” He stood up and turned his back to you, walking for the door.

Before he could walk out of your room, you said, “thank you, Buck.”

While Buck was away, you asked the nurse to take your dinner away and grab your backpack. You reached for your phone, going through all the messages and missed calls. Word got out on the street that you tried to play the hero and your friends and family poured messages into your inbox.

Your parents were worried and said they could go and help you in an instant — you dismissed them, saying you already had people looking over you in LA. A bunch of your classmates and coworkers wished you a speedy recovery and were just a message away. You were afraid to open the messages from the 118 because they were probably saying you were insane, but also should get better soon.

Buck came back, wearing a fresh set of clothes, and took the greasy paper bag from inside his bag. “Had to improvise since my contact isn’t working today,” he handed you your milkshake and the fries, “Bon appetit, Brains.”

“Merci, Buck.”

“Wait, you speak French?” he sat down on the chair, pulling his feet up on the side of your bed.

“No, I just happen to know a few words.” You took your first sip of the milkshake and smiled. “Oh, oh. You’re my savior, Evan Buckley.”

He smiled and stopped for a moment, on the verge of saying anything. But the room felt in silence, only the chewing and take out containers making a sound. You watched Buck: he was too immersed in his burger to notice you watching him.

Maddie and May’s words during girls night were definitely haunting you. Your date with Stephen wasn’t good as you expected, and talking to Buck right after it really did mess up your feelings. Were you really looking for a substitute for Buck? Were you afraid to ruin everything? Should you trust Maddie's words about her brother’s feelings and just go for it?

The fries and milkshake were gone before you could elaborate how you were gonna start that conversation.

“What? They gave you a room with no television?” Buck complained once he took care of the trash.

“Maybe they didn’t expect me to wake up,” you said, and he looked at you discontentedly. “My laptop is in my backpack, we could watch something.”

“Ok, let’s just,” he took the laptop from your bag, you moved to the side, leaving some space in the bed for it and you gave him your password. “Anything you wanna watch?”

“Nah, just pick something, I’m starting to feel tired.”

“Yeah, you should definitely rest. I’m gonna keep the volume on low.” He picked a rerun of a basketball game he missed a few days ago. “You sure you don’t need anything else?”

“I am, Buck. Thanks.”

You moved your body around until you found a good sleeping position, still able to check what was going on in the game and to feel comfortable even though you had two broken ribs and was prohibited from sleeping on your side. But your eyes were too heavy, your mind was too much, and you ended up falling asleep.

+++

Athena and Bobby decided it was wiser to visit you in the morning. They weren’t surprised to see you were still sleeping — you had been through a lot in the last 24 hours and it was only fair for you to rest. Bobby was already taking a step back when Athena held his hand and pointed to the room.

“Look over there, love,” she said, and their eyes went straight to your hand.

Buck had his back to the door, unaware of what was going on outside of the room. All he could think was you and how he almost freaked out when he saw you, unconscious on the floor.

Bobby and Athena couldn’t stop themselves to get closer to the door and take in a few more details.

“God, I was so worried when they said a dispatcher was in the building. You have no idea, Brains.” He kept rubbing his thumb over your hand. “For a second, I thought I’ve lost you. I promise once you’re out of here, I’m coming clean.” His shoulders shook like a shy laugh.

Buck turned around and saw Bobby and Athena standing there, just watching. He recomposed himself quickly and met them outside the room. Athena gave him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, and Bobby couldn’t hide his smile.

“How’s she doing, Buck?” Athena asked.

“Oh, she’s ok. Probably gonna get cleared once the doctor retakes a few tests, but yeah, she’s fine.” He looked over his shoulder. “She is finally resting a bit after dozens of nightmares.”

The captain said, “You should take care of her for the next few days. I’ll get Ravi to cover your shifts, don’t worry.”

“Bobby, I-”

“She’s gonna need some help, Buck.” He explained. “Let me know if you’re gonna need some help with her, because we all know how stubborn she is.”

“Will do. I’d tell you to go in and see her, but she fell asleep maybe an hour ago.”

“That’s ok. Text us when she’s home, ok?” Athena smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.”

They said their goodbyes and left. Buck looked at you, sleeping peacefully. Not in danger, not in tears, so close yet so far apart from him.

a/n: the only thing burning now is THEM. jk, i was burnt out. but i'm back. watch me finally bring our favourite idiots in love closer and closer! also huge shout out to @munsonsreputation and @live-love-be-unique for never letting me give upon this idea. love you girliesss! hope everyone's doing well, and i see you soon, ok? love, effie

#evan buckley fanfic #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley x you #9 1 1 abc #9 1 1 fanfiction #evan buck buckely #buck fanfiction #evan buckley imagine #effie writes

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starmieknight · 2 months ago

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Stars Align

Headhunters Pt. 3

17 Again AU: After a disastrous first day with the twins, Stan swears to do better as an uncle. But fate loves playing tricks on him and the magic 8-ball in the attic is more than it seems.

Now on top of having a pair of twelve year olds around the house while he tries to finish the portal and bring his brother home, Stan has to deal with being back in his seventeen year old body! Summer has never been weirder in Gravity Falls.

AO3 link

Concept Art

Legend of the Gobblewonker (Art)

Prologue, The Legend of the Gobblewonker, Headhunters Pt. 1, Headhunters Pt. 2 (previous), The Hand That Rocks the Mabel Pt. 1 (next), The Hand That Rocks the Mabel Pt. 2, The Inconveniencing, Dipper Vs. Manliness

Wendy and Soos ended up staying over, everyone piled into the twins' room for the night. It felt safer that way, especially since someone had gotten into a locked house and escaped without a trace. It made Stan's nerves feel like they were on fire and he desperately wanted to sneak away to the basement in search of the security tapes, but as far as the kids knew, there were no cameras in the living areas. They had already checked over the gift shop’s security footage and found nothing to help the case, but Dipper was determined to solve it come morning.

The boy in question was passed out atop Stan's chest, snoring softly like a living teddy bear. Soos was sprawled out on the floor between the beds, much like a faithful dog, the air mattress he was using having long deflated. Stan stared at him blankly for a while before tossing a spare blanket his way. It only landed on the young man's shoulders, but Soos immediately latched on and wrapped himself up like a burrito.

In the other bed, Mabel and Wendy were curled around each other. The younger girl had her grappling hook tucked against her chest like a toy. Wendy had her boxed in against the wall, her body twisted to face the doorway and her hand resting on her little axe even in her sleep.

Everyone had unanimously agreed that barricading the door was the best option for the night ― at least until Wax Stan's murderer was caught.

Still, Stan forced himself to stay awake.

No one would get their hands on these kids as long as he had anything to say about it.

But laying in bed with the human furnace that was his great-nephew was getting too comfortable and damp to bear. Stan was exhausted after his little freak out and both he and Dipper sweated too much to share a bed.

As stealthily as he could ― which he did with a lifetime of practice ― Stan slid Dipper to the side and covered him up before getting out of the bed. He easily stepped around Soos and then froze as he found himself nose-to-blade with Wendy's axe.

The girl in question stared at him for a long moment, her eyes as cold as ice, before the sleep faded from her gaze. Her brows rose minutely before she sheathed her weapon and leaned back. Behind her, Mabel snuggled into the blankets obliviously.

"You're pretty quick with that thing." Stan mumbled, clutching at his racing heart. The poor thing was lucky he was so young again ― he'd been through more excitement in the past week than he had in thirty years. It might not have handled the strain so well if he was still normal.

"Gotta be in my family." Wendy shrugged, not even attempting an apology. She looked pointedly at the circles beneath his eyes. "Shouldn't you be asleep by now? Thought you were gonna pass out when I got here."

Stan grimaced at the reminder, tongue running over his teeth with disgust.

"Yeah, well, I just realized I forgot ta brush before bed." He ran a hand over his lips, brow furrowing. "Normally I just drop my dentures in some mouthwash before bed..."

Wendy made a disgusted face. "Gross, man."

Stan shrugged unashamedly. "I'm old and already had to deal with my teeth fallin' out once. What's the point of brushing them if they're fake?"

Wendy covered her ears and shook her head. "Nope! I don't wanna hear it! C'mon ― you got any extra toothbrushes around here?"

"The upstairs bathroom has a new pack."

He'd bought them for the kids, along with some of those little pipe-cleaner ones for Mabel in particular. The twins' mom had mentioned them and Stan remembered having braces himself. Being able to clean between the metal and his teeth would have been nice back in the 60s.

Wendy sticks with him while he brushes his newly regained teeth and even bears with it when he sticks his face up to the mirror, marveling over how solid they felt in his mouth and how imperfectly perfect they were.

Losing his teeth had hit him hard when he wasn't playing it off like it didn't bother him. They were the first thing people noticed when he smiled and, as a businessman, they were important. They were also one of the few things Pa had paid for him to have without too much fuss. He broke his glasses too often as a kid for the man to keep replacing, but Stan had been meticulous when it came to maintaining his teeth. At least until he'd been kicked out.

Brushing your teeth in the car is kind of awkward and toothpaste wasn't always on hand. Chewing your way out of a trunk didn't do you any favors either.

"So," Wendy said carefully, treating the word like a loaded gun. "How're you handling being young again? And the whole... wax you getting beheaded and all?"

Stan shrugged nonchalantly. "Eh, it's what it is. Nice to be able to move without cracklin' like a log and I get good tips around the Shack. Kinda weird when it's those middle-aged housewives, but I'm older than them anyway."

Wendy shuddered at the memory of Stan flirting with older women. "Don't remind me. They've got some serious creep vibes when they look at you like that, man. I mean, they don't know you're not a kid."

Stan's brow furrowed at that. "When you put it like that... Well, it wouldn't be the first time I've done questionable things for money!"

Wendy didn't look at all reassured. If anything, she looked downright distressed.

"Dude..." she breathed, brow furrowed like she was watching a movie where the dog died or something. "You've really been through some serious shit, haven't you?"

Stan was officially done with this heart-to-heart. It hadn't been too terrible to stomach at first, but now they were venturing into dangerous territory. Stanford Pines wasn't supposed to have spent all the years on the streets that Stan talked about. He was supposed to have been living it up at college, breaking records when it came to graduation and getting grants to fuck off to the woods to study the wildlife.

Stan couldn't even remember setting a foot on a college campus. He'd been too busy running shady business deals and slogging through the jungles of South America. But he couldn't let Wendy know any of that.

Pull one thread and the rest will unravel fast.

"It's all in the past," he said gruffly, missing the extra gravel age put in his voice. He'd sounded the same since puberty, but years of smoking had put a note in his tone that made people less likely to fight him on certain things. Like, a John Wayne effect or something. Sean Connery.

Pines. Stan Pines.

Heh.

"And what if whoever killed Wax Stan was aiming for the real you instead?" Wendy challenged. "We haven't figured out how they got in or if they even left the house... oh shit."

Stan was bolting for the door ahead of her, the cold realization that they'd left the kids and Soos alone and asleep in the attic dawning on them.

They're still asleep, oblivious to the miniature heart attacks he and Wendy had shared over their potential fate.

Stan can't help but slide down against the door in relief, using himself as a shield against anything that might burst into the room in search of his family. The only way he'd allow anything to happen to them would be over his dead body. And, even then, ghosts were a thing around Gravity Falls.

Wendy snickers as she sits next to him, only a slight tremble in her hands betraying her nerves. Her fingers are white around the handle of her axe.

Well, even ice melts sometimes.

"I don't think I'll be getting back to sleep tonight." She confesses in a whisper, looking at him from the corner of her eye. "You wanna get back in bed?"

"Comfy enough right here." Stan denies easily. He crosses his arms and tucks his chin against his chest.

Wendy just hums in acknowledgement, kicking her legs out in front of her and mirroring his pose, the two of them like sentinels at the door.

Between the two of them, they'd be fine.

And if anything did happen to take Stan out, it'd have to make it through Wendy next.

It still made his nerves itch, the idea of something happening to that spunky lumberjack-in-training, but she was a lot like him in some ways.

Pig headed determination was just one of them.

They'd be fine for the night. They had to be.

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"I told you having another teenager around was a good idea."

Those are the words that greet Stan as he wakes.

Soos and the twins are staring at him with disgustingly cheesy looks on their face and Mabel has the widest smile, her camera going a mile a minute.

Stan blinks away the starbursts left by the flashing light as she snaps picture after picture of him and then takes stock of the situation.

Against all odds, he'd fallen asleep. A fairly peaceful, blank sleep that left him a little more clear headed and calm, if a bit sore for spending it on the floor.

The entire right side of his body feels like a furnace and he realizes with a jolt that it's Wendy, slumped against his shoulder and drooling all over his shirt.

"Ugh," Stan grunts, crinkling his nose and gently pushing her off him. Thankfully, her hatchet slipped onto the floor during the night and someone had the good sense to move it out of the way. No chopped toes for them first thing in the morning.

"Bwah?" Wendy jerks to life, a massive red spot on her cheek from where she'd had it shoved against Stan's shoulder.

"What were you guys doing on the floor?"

"... nunya." Stan grunted, pushing to his feet.

"Nunya?" Dipper repeated, already looking like he was regretting the answer.

"Yeah," Stan flicked him on the nose. Gently, but enough to make the boy yelp. "As in, nunya business. And get rid of those pictures ― they'll give me hives if I gotta look at them later."

"No way!" Mabel cried defiantly, clutching the camera to her chest. She looked like a mother with a newborn. Or like Ford with his journal. "These are perfect scrapbook material, Grunkle Stan!"

“Perfect for me to get a rash from!” He rolled his eyes, but made no move to reach for the camera. “Just don't let me catch you showing them to tourists. Again. I'm not a model anymore.”

“You were a model?!”

“Yeesh, forget I said that.” Stan grimaced and bolted for the stairs. “Gotta use the john ― don't wait up!”

“This isn't over!”

“Oh yes it is!”

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After breakfast and multiple dodges about his less than pleasant past in front of the camera lens, the kids bolted to town in search of Wax Stan's murderer.

Good. Those two would be a worse sentence than even the most rabid raccoon Stan could get his hands on. And Mabel had an axe, so they'd be fine.

Stan had other business to attend to.

“Wendy! Give me a hand with this thing!”

The redhead in question eyed the coffin he had obtained (through completely legitimate means, of course…) and raised a brow.

“Don't you think you're taking this whole thing a bit… far?”

Stan let the coffin rest against the Stanleymobile's bumper and turned to frown at her, hands on his hips.

“Whaddya talkin’ about? Wax Stan was a loved member of this family! He deserves a service! Something small, but classy.”

“I'm gonna help,” Wendy sighed as she lifted her end of the coffin. “But only to keep you from crawling in there with this thing. It's just a wax figure, man.”

“Nah,” Stan said quietly. “He was more than that to me.”

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“Kids, Soos, Wendy, lifeless wax figures ― thank you all for coming.” Stan clasped his hands solemnly atop the podium, wondering how on earth he’d found himself back here again. It wasn’t the first time he’d given a eulogy for himself, wearing this same suit and his brother’s name. It was the first time he’d have something to bury though. Besides the rocks gathering moss in the local graveyard. At least there were more than two people in attendance this time. Wendy and the twins looked rather bewildered by the whole thing, but Soos was crying like it really was Stan’s funeral. “Some people might say it’s wrong for a man to love a wax replica of himself.”

“They’re wrong!” Soos shouted impassionately, leaping to his feet.

Stan held up his hands to calm him down.

“Easy, Soos!” he cleared his throat and turned to the coffin. “Wax Stan, I hope you’re ―”

Ford stared back at him accusingly from within the padded interior.

Lights flashed before his eyes and suddenly he was the one below the ground, freezing and hurt. His brother was floating away from him, illuminated by unnatural light and screaming his name.

“Stanley! Stanley - help me!”

“I, uh-” he stammered, words failing him. He blinked and he was back in the Shack’s parlor. Ford was gone and the headless wax figure in its proper place. “I gotta go―!”

Wendy stood from her pew, only managing to take a half step in his direction before Stan was bolting down the makeshift aisle and out of the Shack.

Moses, he couldn't stay there another minute. Not in his brother's house, not in what was basically the man's grave.

The kids and Soos were shouting for him, tiny figures fading as he put more room between himself and the Shack.

Stan had never gotten a body to bury. Not even his own. Just an empty grave with his name and a brother the world never noticed was missing. The Mystery Shack was no better than a tomb scarred by the name he'd made for Stanford Pines.

Ford should have been remembered for some great scientific feats or discoveries ― not as a conman running a kitschy tourist trap.

He'd be mortified to find out the legacy Stan had burdened him with. How would he ever recover or regain his place with the scientific types he loved so much?

Stan stumbled over a tree root, nearly landing flat on his face before regaining his balance. He could hear someone calling his name in the distance, but that never boded well for him while he was on the move. He quickened his pace, leaping over a fallen tree trunk in a way he would have never tried as an old man.

How would he ever recover from everything Stan had ever done to him?

How was Stan ever going to get him back?

“Look out, man!”

Stan barely heard Wendy before he was tumbling over the side of a small drop off, rolling through rocks and gravel before landing at the bottom with a yelp.

He wheezed desperately, feeling that fog settle over him again. He couldn't catch his breath. He couldn't breathe!

Cantbreathecantbreathecantbreathe―

“Stan!”

Wendy was on him in a second, having slid down the drop-off with ease. With strength that belied her slender frame, the girl hauled him up into a seated position and shoved him forward until his head was between his knees.

Panic flooded him at the manhandling, but Wendy really was stronger than she looked.

“I'm not trying to hurt you, man!” She growled, voice straining as she held him in place. His body felt at odds, jittery with panic while simultaneously going numb. “I'm trying to help you. You gotta breathe or you're gonna pass out!”

“Lugging me around like a sack of flour isn't helping!” He managed to gasp, twisting out her hold like an eel in water. He'd gotten away from nearly every attempt anyone had ever made to hold him down and he wasn't going to let that change that now.

The last time he failed to get away, it had cost him a kidney. He didn't have anything left to take.

Wait, did he have both his kidneys again?

Surprisingly, that was the thought that snapped him out of his panic.

Stan flopped backwards against the grass, lifting a shaking hand to poke at his stomach. It was still soft, baby fat clinging stubbornly to his stomach and hips, and all he could feel beneath his fingers were the outline of his ribs.

Which, come to think of it, didn't feel funny anymore like they did after that time he broke some of them in Memphis. Ugh. Tennessee. They'd had good moonshine there, at least. And Dolly Parton ― whadda fox.

“Can you feel your kidneys?” He asked suddenly, staring at the sky. It was a lot later than he'd realized. Just how long had he spent putting together that funeral? Was this daylight savings or something like that?

The grass was wet with dew and he could swear the night was getting brighter.

How long had he been running?

How long had Wendy been chasing him ― and just what did Dan Corduroy feed His family to make them so… Corduroyish.

Wendy looked at Stan like he'd grown another head.

“Did you have a stroke or something?” Her brow furrowed. “Do you think you hurt your kidneys or something when you fell? I mean, I know you're really old, but I thought you had your teen body.”

“Yeah, that's why I'm asking if you can feel them. I had one cut out in a motel in Texas.”

“... what the fuck, man.”

“Language!” Stan barked sharply, turning his head just enough to glare at her. The girl was pale, eyes wide and glassy, and maybe telling her he was a victim of organ trafficking was a bad idea…

She was only like, sixteen, right?

“Stan… just what is your life?”

He turned back to the stars. They were beginning to fade as the sky turned to shades of pink and yellow.

“It's a regular horror story, kid.” He sighed. “Sorry to drop that on you like that.”

“‘s fine.” Wendy shrugged, scooting over to lay beside him. They stared at the coming dawn and avoided looking at each other. “Guess I didn't realize how rough you had it. Dad said you've been running the Shack for longer than I've been alive. Kinda thought you’d always been here.”

“Yeah, well, those first few years on my own weren't the best.” Stan raised his hand enough to flap it dismissively. “Didn't really have a place until I came here and made one. Everything before that doesn't really matter in the long run.”

“Does the model thing come into that somewhere?”

Stan grimaced at the reminder of his slipup and contemplated it for a moment.

“It was… I got strapped for cash and had to come up with something to keep from starving. This face ain't the prettiest, but people don't always care about that when it comes to certain forms of… entertainment. Which is why I want Mabel to forget I ever said anything.”

He didn’t like talking about this with the kid, but it was better to warn her off now than for her to go snooping. Who knew what you could find on the internet these days?

Wendy shuddered. “That's something I can help with. We'll find her some new boy to fall in love with and she'll forget all about it.”

Stan snorted. “Yeah, she is pretty boy crazy right now. I'm glad she's getting it out of her system now. I went through mine kinda late ― dated this biker called Jimmy Snakes until I realized I was better off without him.”

Wendy sat up to stare at him. “You know, your life story gets weirder and weirder every time you open your mouth like this. You never said this much about yourself when you were old.”

Stan sat up too, feeling his stomach begin an acrobatics show.

She wasn't wrong.

Stan had managed to keep his life under wraps for nearly thirty years. He was guilty of occasionally dropping a fact about his drifter years from time to time, but he'd never actually come out and admitted them to someone in conversation like this.

That led to questions with answers he couldn't give.

“What's happening to me?” He mumbled, looking down at his hands, calloused with years of boxing and not with the hard labor that came with living on the streets. They didn’t feel like his own anymore.

“... I dunno,” Wendy said quietly, standing and offering him a hand up. “But we'll make sure you come out of this okay, man.”

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They returned to find a few shingles knocked loose and the parlor in disarray.

“I decapitated Larry King.” Dipper said matter of factly, his flat delivery causing Stan to crack up into laughter.

“You kids and your imaginations!” He snorted, eyeballing the wax puddles on the floor. Living wax figures, huh. Explains why they creeped him out so much.

Which made Wax Stan a bit creepier in theory. He'd have to keep an eye on that one. He’d keep it, of course. The guy was too handsome to throw out.

“You done good, kids!” Stan grinned, pulling the twins close. “Now line up for some affectionate noogieing.”

They shrieked and laughed, but couldn't get away from him.

It was nice, being able to hold his family close for once and laugh at the local cops for spitting coffee on each other.

It made him wish this summer never had to end. It made him hopeful About all of them coming out of his plans okay in the end.

Even Ford.

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stories4thepack · 2 years ago

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Revenge is so sweet

Wednesday x fem!reader

Warnings: gun, blood, reader death, murder

(If you want a part 2, message below, requests about the plot are welcome!)

The courtyard was in flames, the heat almost burning your skin. Though the gothic outcast beside you didn’t seem too bothered by the intense fire

The downside of being a Normie was that you were.

You had run into the courtyard looking for Enid. The werewolf had always looked after you when you needed her. You wanted to repay the favour. When you had run into the school, ignoring the shouts of the students behind you, you knew that Enid would not be here.

But someone else would

And if you could help the girl you had a crush on, that would give you a better chance of being allowed to buy her coffee.

And within three minutes of arriving, you had plunged a broken sword into Crackstones back. Narrowly missing his heart, but shifting his attention onto you instead of Wednesday who he had been slowly suffocating.

And when Wednesday plunged the tip of the shattered blade into his black heart, you ran to her side as his body exploded, thinking that you would be able to ask her out.

Until you heard the gun click

“Y/n, why would you betray your own kind?”

Laurel hissed as she walked down the steps, gun trained on Wednesday.

“You brought a gun to a sword fight, probably the first smart move you’ve made all day”

But Wednesdays voice began to fade as a loud buzzing filled your ears. You saw Laurels lips moving, her finger tightening slowly around the trigger. You didn’t even have a second to think, before the gun shot echoed around the Quad.

You wrapped your arms tightly around Wednesdays shoulders, crying out as you heard the gun fire. Stumbled into her, her cold hands going to your back, trying to keep you standing

Her fingers slipped into your bullet wound

You fell, Wednesday only just catching you before you hit the floor. Her eyes were filled with shock, her fingers went to you face as she tried to get you to respond to her

But it hurt

You place one of your hands over your stomach, trying to stop the blood flowing from the wound. You didn’t want to die, you wanted to hug Enid, wanted to see your parents smiling faces.

Wanted to buy Wednesday one fucking coffee!

Your chest felt tight, your breathing becoming slowly more difficult. You could feel Wednesdays arm around the back of your shoulders, and suddenly dying didn’t feel quite so bad. Because she was holding you…

“Wednesday.”

You muttered, smiling slightly as you looked at her. Taking in each and every inch of her face. Your free, bloody hand went to her cheek, thumb brushing stray strands of her hair from in front of her eyes.

You hear a loud buzzing and what seems to be Eugene swearing, but you’ve become too weak to move your head to look.

Why would you want to look away from Wednesdays gentle gaze anyway

“That was something,”

You smile, the action making you wince. Wednesday opens her mouth to respond, but she’s cut off by your sudden coughing and distracted by the blood flowing out of your mouth. She hadn’t realised she was holding your hand, adding more pressure to your wound before she felt blood cover her fingers. Your blood, coating her skin.

And this time, it didn’t feel as nice.

“You owe me a coffee.”

You say, your sight slowly becoming darker with each weak breath

“But now, you’ll have to go with Enid.”

“I would rather go with you.”

Wednesday states, her heart aching with the thought of loosing you, knowing that it was going to happen. She could hear the paramedics behind her, feel the hands trying to pry her off you. Before she’s torn away from your side, she hears you mutter

“I knew it.”

Wednesday had never felt more angry, and she knew just who to take it out on. The second the paramedics disappeared with your body on a stretcher, she turned to face the bitch who had killed you.

And she loved the way her skull cracked under her boot more than you would ever imagine.

Because revenge tasted so sweet!

#Wednesday Addams x reader #Wednesday Addams x y/n #jenna ortega #wednesday #reader death #Wednesday fluff #Wednesday sad #Wednesday death

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michaelasworlds-blog · 4 months ago

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Daddy’s Girl (A Hazbin OC Fanfic)

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Ch. 8: Daddy’s Little Helper

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Classical music is playing, a young woman twirling in the middle of the room wearing a light blue ballerina outfit, Bean is watching her with amazement; this girl seemed so familiar.

Who was she?

Was she a celebrity?

She was stunning!

She finished, taking a bow. Bean clapped, “That was so amazing!” The woman walked up to her. “Who are you?” She asked.

The woman tilted her head in confusion, “You mean you don’t know?”

“Why would I know-” a bang at the door scared Bean.

“Oh god.. she’s here,” the woman stared at the door in horror.

“Who?!” A hand broke through the door unlocking it. In the doorway stood a blue demon-like creature with yellow eyes, it had scars all over its body and toxic waste oozing from the cuts.

All the women could do was scream as the creature launched itself at them.

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Bean shot up in bed screaming, she looked around her room panting. She looked at herself, her bed was soaked with something. Sweat? Pee? Turning on the lamp she almost screamed, it was blood. It didn’t seem like it was hers, but it was a lot of it.

She got up pulling the sheets off her bed, hopefully no one heard her. Bean frantically ripped the blood covered dress off her body, throwing it with the covers.

What the hell happened last night?

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“Do you think she’s mad?” Bean played with her fingers.

“Who?” Angel asked.

“Voe, I basically ruined her wedding; I was supposed to stay outside and watch out for him, but I went in when the wedding started!” She whined.

Angel rolled his eyes before smirking to himself, “Uh..yeah she’s furious,” he gave her a scared look.

“Really?” Her eyes became big.

“As real as…I don’t know, my addiction,” he shrugged.

She gasped, “Did she say anything?”

Angel nodded, “She said the next time I see that short legged bitch I’m gonna make ha eat ha own foot.”

“No!” She squealed. Her legs weren’t that short, people said she could be a model!

“Yes.”

“I just need to explain what happened.”

“I don’t know toots, smiles was tryin ta ask what she wanted for breakfast and you know what she did?” Bean shook her head. “SHE ATE HIM!”

She ran downstairs screaming, Angel laughed watching her trip, he enjoyed fuckin with her.

When Bean got downstairs she was expecting blood to be covering the walls, but there was none of that. Voe wasn’t ripping anyone to shreds, she was singing and dancing, Angel stood next to Bean; “Look at the anger in ha eyes?” She glared at him.

Voe seemed to not have a care in the world, she was dancing and singing. It filled Bean with relief and happiness, she didn’t know why she was so happy; maybe she was drunk. Maybe she was high. Bean watched the doe pull Angel by his arms, dancing with him. Then walked up to her newlywed husband kissing him.

Or was it love? Was this how love was supposed to make her feel? Was it love because she said “I love you”? Bean stared at the couple in admiration.

“Hey! Beatrice!” A voice came from behind, it was Eric.

“Okay first, it’s Bean..BEAN!” She crossed her arms.

“Is there a 2-”

“What do you want?!”

Eric takes a large book from behind his back that reads, “Murderers Through the Decades”.

“This is what.”

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Earth, 1970s

“Oh crap,” The man paced back and forth. He examined the flat tire on his van. The man was hoping someone would pass down the road to help but there haven’t been cars in hours.

He was about to just take the spare out when he saw something in the distance, it was a car. The man began waving it down, “Hey! Please help!” He yelled.

The car drove up to him, stopping right behind his, and a woman stepped out of the car. “Is everything alright?” She took her shades off.

“Uh this is embarrassing, I got a flat,” the man scratched the back of his head.

“Ok…” the woman stood by her car, uncomfortable.

“Do you think you could help me?”

“Maybe I could call somebody, there’s a gas station up there road-”

“Daddy!” A little girl came running out of the van. She ran up to the man.

“I told you to stay in the car sweetie,” he picked her up. “It’s her birthday, we were headed to meet my wife at Chuck E Cheese but I’m in trouble.

The woman felt sorry for the little girl, she had a daughter of her own, “I’ll see what I can do, my husband is a mechanic, he’s shown me some things.”

“Thank you so much!” The man smiled. “You get back into the car,” he kissed his daughter’s forehead. The little girl did as she was told, running into the van and slamming the door.

The woman walked to the front wheels and examined the tire, “Looks like it was slashed.” The man took a crowbar from the back of his van, he silently walked up behind her. “Doesn’t look bad but you should probably get a new-” before she could finish the woman was knocked out cold with the crowbar.

The man whistled, putting her in the van before driving off.

Present Day, Hell

“Her name was Dana Withers,” Zeke read, “She was found with no scalp or skin on her face in 1975.”

“Well that’s grotesque,” Wynter cringed. “Does it say what he wanted the skin for?”

“No, apparently the victims were found with different limbs or organs missing.”

“Great so we know he likes to mutilate women, that doesn’t really clue us in on who it might be,” Eric was pacing the room.

“What about the daughter?” Bean spoke up. They looked at her. “It says that she helped him, she’s most likely in hell.”

“Would Heaven really put a child in Hell for unknowingly helping her terrible dad?” Erin found it hard to believe that it was that simple, it wasn’t just a black and white situation.

“Heaven has sent angels to hell to kill sinners, I don’t think they’re above throwing a serial killer in training down here,” Eric said. “We could definitely visit the daughter thing.”

“Or..we could take a break from this,” Zeke closed the book.

“What?! Why?!” Eric was shocked. They were so close to ending this case, why now? “But we need to interview the daughter.”

“I agree with Zeke,” Erin sighed. “We’ve been doing this mystery for a month straight, let’s pause. I wanna go out.”

“Wait, I thought you guys went out like every weekend,” Bean raised an eyebrow. The three sinners glared at Eric.

“We went out ONE time, but then someone turned it into an interview site for his podcast,” Wynter stared at Eric with her hands on her hips.

“I was trying to get answers about The Northern Killer!”

“Well then let’s say a break, for today and…tomorrow,” Erin smiled.

“Tomorrow-” Eric gasped.

“I think a break would be great,” Wynter agreed.

“Two day break it is!”

Everyone in the room cheered, even Barktholomew lifted his head up wanting to be a part of the celebration. “We should go out!” Bean bounced a little on her toes.

“Yes! Let’s hit ‘Consent’!” Eric held up a fist to fist bump Zeke.

“Um..no,” Zeke pushed his fist away. “Let’s go somewhere different, I think I know a place.”

“Ooo, are we gonna see how the ‘Greatest Generation’ got down, old timer?” Eric pat Zeke on the back.

The sinners laughed leaving Bean’s room, Bean sat on Barktholomew sighing. “Hey,” she heard a voice from behind her. Zeke was still here.

“Forget something?” She asked. Bean wanted to be alone, she was nice enough to rent out her room for the hour so they could have their meeting.

“Um..I heard your dating Vox-”

“We’re not dating! I don’t even like him all that much!” She blushed, crossing her arms. Zeke looked at her with a straight face.

“Right. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you to be careful,” he opened the book, on the page was a pale man with black slicked back hair and blue eyes, there was a scar over his right eye. “Vaughn Anderson, he lived in the early 1900s; he was a cult leader and a tv host-”

“Can I see?” Bean gave him a fake smile. Zeke gave her the book before leaving, she began reading.

Vaughn Anderson had a cult called “Servants of the Almighty” He would sacrifice his own children that he had with other cult members, some of those cult members were also his own children-

Bean closed the book, pushing it away. She couldn’t bear to read the rest, had he actually done that stuff? Well it was right there in writing! Well he is in Hell, So I guess he already got karma? Or maybe not.. It was so much to think about.

She got under the covers with her laptop and typed her own name into the “Val’s Lounge” search engine. Bean picked a video

Then she let her mind wander.

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Wynter was outside the hotel listening to residents talk and laugh with each other, she hadn’t seen her friends in awhile and she kind of missed them. But she did like helping Erin, she was a sweet girl and wanted to get her..justice I guess?

She jumped when someone touched her shoulder, she turned around seeing Eric, “Hello beautiful,” he winked at her.

“Don’t do that,” Wynter sighed in relief.

“Sorry,” he sits down next to her. “I just came to ask you a question.”

The siren raised an eyebrow, “Okay?”

Eric cleared his throat, “I wanted to know if.. you’d wanna go out to the club with me.”

“The club that we’re all going to?” Wynter responded. “That club?”

“Yes.”

“But you wanna go with me?”

“Yes.”

“You need this don’t you?” She smiled.

“I most certainly do.”

Her smile grew, Eric was kind of cute. Sometimes annoying, but cute. “Okay.”

“Okay? What does okay mean?”

“It means pick me up at 8.”

“I will be there at 7:58!”

Wynter giggled.

“Can I get a kiss?” He bit his lip.

“Don’t push it.”

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Alastor had finally gotten a break, he and Voe had been going at it for almost a week; and it wasn’t even mating season. She wanted to have children with him, which of course was insane, he’d thought she had been down here long enough to realize that sinners couldn’t have any children.

He didn’t want kids anyway, he’d make a terrible father. Alastor didn’t know the first thing about them, he didn’t know how his mother dealt with him. Would he want to bring a child into literal Hell?

Walking into the kitchen he saw Donahue at the dining table, Alastor rolled his eyes. What was he doing here? He already made it clear that he wasn’t a guest, this was trespassing at this point; besides.. The kitchen was Alastor’s. He walked in clearing his throat, Donnie turned to him wearing that stupid mask, “Did you need something?” He asked.

“Good afternoon Alastor, I’m just waiting for my daughter to come downstairs, I made her lunch,” he was making her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Alastor chuckled, “Well you clearly don’t care about your daughter’s health, she’s allergic to peanut butter,” he lied. She was allergic to shrimp, last time he made shrimp pasta she couldn’t eat it. Alastor clearly knew more than Donnie.

“Um..no she’s not,” Donnie smirked. “Bean isn’t allergic to anything, if she doesn’t like the food in front of her she’ll lie and say she’s allergic. “She loves pb & j.”

Alastor’s eye twitched, “Wow.. you know so much for someone who hasn’t been in her life since she was 7,” he laughed sarcastically.

“Al,” Donnie looked smug.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why? Is that what YOUR non-existent dad called you?” Donnie was now grinning. “I watched that episode of Vox-2-Nite.”

Damn it Voe. The sinners were leaning into each other, ratio static emitted from Alastor, he didn’t care about this being Bean’s father, he was gonna rip the smug bastard to shreds.

“Um..is this a bad time?” There was a voice behind Alastor. It was Bean coming into the kitchen.

Alastor sat down, “Not at all my dear, I just wanted to know why Donahue was trespassing on the premises.”

“I wanted to talk to you, and I made you lunch,” he gestured to the plate.

“Yes, with my plates,” Alastor said sarcastically.

“The plates don’t belong to you,” Donnie side eyed him.

“I cook! therefore they are mine!” Alastor growled. “Visitors use paper plates, but since you’re neither, you use nothing.”

“Well it’s a shame I already used it,” Donnie pouted.

“No, what's a shame is how you call yourself a father even though you haven’t been here since birth!”

“Oh, are we still talking about your dad?”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“You first!”

“I have a great idea,” Bean chimed in. “How about you just fuck each other.. and I just leave ya to it.”

The men composed themselves, “My apologies my dear, I don’t like people that violate the hotel rules.”

“I apologize too, anyway we should talk,” Donnie pulled Bean into the seat next to him.

“Um..ok,” Bean looked confused.

Alastor rolled his eyes listening to this wannabe talk about how “He missed her” thought “She was so smart”. He started to think that Donnie was obsessed with his own daughter, he was like an annoying person that insisted that they were friends when all you did was help them with directions.

“Stop,” Bean finally said. “You’re saying a lot of nothing, none of this proves you're my dad.”

“You’re right, ask me anything,” Donnie said.

“Fine, my dad, he had a best friend-”

“Stefan, he’s not my friend.”

Bean was quiet for a moment, “Okay, I believe you, why are you around now all of a sudden?”

“I’m here to protect you.”

“Really,” Alastor but in.

“Yes,” He glared at the Radio Demon. “I need to keep you safe, but I need your help. I need you to collect souls for me, like you did for Ruby, then I’ll be an overlord; when I’m an overlord I’ll have the power to protect you.”

Before Bean could answer, Alastor laughed, it was the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “Are you serious? You don’t need someone else to collect souls for you, you do that yourself.”

“Why wouldn’t you do it yourself?” Bean asked.

“Well, why did you do it for Ruby? She’s not even your blood, I’m literally your blood.”

“She was weak, and I needed help, we made a deal so-”

“Then let’s make a deal,” Donnie scoffed.

“No,” She responded.

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to hurt people! I keep hurting people and I don’t want to do that!” Bean yelled. Alastor was honestly shocked.

“Oh please, you’re my kid,” Donnie smirked. “You won’t be able to help it, you’ll hurt everyone; it’s in your blood.”

Bean glared at him, “I will never help you.”

Donnie sighed, “Whatever, it’s a real shame, you used to help me all the time when you were younger,” he stands up to leave. “They grow up so fast don’t they Al? Oh wait, you wouldn’t know anything about that,” he leaves glaring at Alastor who is paying him no mind.

“What a drama queen, he was exactly like this back in the day,” Alastor rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a bad person am I?” Bean looked at him innocently.

“My dear, you did kill people.” Bean stayed silent. “Are you going to eat your pb and j?”

Bean looked at the sandwich, “I’m allergic to peanut butter,” she got up leaving the kitchen.

Alastor sat there staring at the sandwich, oh she was such a liar.

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“I feel silly,” Bean looked at herself in her hand mirror. She has kept her promise, going out with Eric, Erin, Zeke and Wynter. Zeke told them that this place was considered old timey to anyone born after the 1930s. Right he was, it was an old looking club. It was straight out of a black and white movie.

Wynter had lent Bean a dress, she felt like a kid playing dress up. Bean hadn’t expected Wynter to be smaller than her, the dress was sort of tight.

“Okay guys this isn’t like clubs in the stripper district, it’s pretty calm in here,” Zeke told them before knocking on the door.

“Password,” a sinner peeked through a rectangular peephole.

“Whiskey,” Zeke responded. The guy at the door opened it letting them in.

Bean was amazed as they walked inside, there was a woman singing softly onstage, there were sinners dancing with each other. Great, she had no one to dance with, she was all alone. She looked over at her friends who were laughing and dancing, Bean decided to join them.

They danced around each other, Zeke was teaching them out to do dances they had never even heard of. For the first time Bean wasn’t thinking about anything that happened hours before or the day before, she was focused on what was right in front of her. And..out of the corner of her eye, a lonely looking Vox sitting at the bar by hisself.

Vox watched couples laugh and dance, “Club 666” was full tonight; it was never this full, not even when he first got to hell. “Mr. Vox can I get you another drink?” The bartender asked. Vox looked at his half empty glass.

“Pour away,” Vox slid the glass to him. He noticed Alastor and Voe on the other side of the club dancing and laughing, nothing could be that funny. He was gonna show those assholes “funny”, before the sinner could get up, out of the corner of his eye he noticed a familiar blue demon dancing with three other demons, it was Bean. She was laughing and spinning in circles, wearing a dress that looked like she could’ve gotten it from Rosie’s closet; and her thick curly hair was out hanging past her shoulders.

He hadn’t heard from her in- well a few days but that was far too long, “Fuck!” Vox turned around when Bean looked back at him. He didn’t know he was staring for so long, maybe she didn’t see him.

“Mr. Vaughn, care to dance with me?”

“I beg your pardon,” he looked at her, trying to pretend he didn’t want her in his space; pretending he had better things to do.

“I would like you to dance with me,” she smiled.

“I’m busy,” he drank from his glass.

“Getting drunk?” She put her hands on hips.

He shrugged turning away from her, more laughter came from across the room. This time it was Alastor’s, that’s it; what the fuck was that freak going on about?! Vox stood up almost falling over, he couldn’t be THIS drunk.

Bean grabbed his arm, helping him up straight; “Woah..slow down.” This embarrassed him further, he snatched away from her but she took his hands. “Please dance with me?” She looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please?”

He was hesitant, but pulled her into him as they started to slow dance. He smiled a little hearing the beginning of “We’ll Meet Again”, he loved this song, there was so many memories from his life attached to it.

“Wow, do you like this song?” Bean snapped him out of his nostalgia.

“What? I can’t like it?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Of course you can, I didn’t think you liked anything other than destroying or fucking Alastor,” She giggled as he spun her.

“I like lots of things.”

“You don’t talk about them,” she smiled up at him. He couldn’t take her eyes off her, even the sound of Alastor’s name didn’t distract him. Maybe he was drunk..

“Well you don’t talk about yours either,” he pointed out.

“I did, but you were never interested, so i stopped talking,” Bean frowned, making Vox feel uncomfortable? Annoyed? Guilty? He finally looked away not saying anything.

“Well, then I…” he wanted to apologize, but instead he said, “I think you should’ve kept trying, I’m a busy man I think I deserve an extra chance or two.”

Bean stopped dancing, letting go of his hands, “Are you serious?”

“Uh..no, no I’m not,” he blushed. Vox hadn’t expected her to stop. “I’m…sorry.”

“For?” She crossed her arms.

“Everything.”

She stared at him for a moment before smiling, “I suppose that’s a start,” she took his hand as they continued to dance.

“You look lovely this evening,” he smiled at her.

“Thank you, you’re lookin handsome yourself,” she winked at him.

She was smiling a lot, he wished the night would never end. Vox started feeling a burning in his chest but ignored it, “I wanna see you again,” he blurted.

“What’d you say?” Her cheeks turns a bright red.

“I said-" At that moment Vox threw up on Bean’s shoes. And just kept going.

Bean found the will to snap out of her mortified state to go to the bathroom. She took a deep breath looking straight ahead as she stepped out of her shoes, “Ew ew ew,” she sat on the sink washing vomit off her feet. Her disgust soon turned to happiness, he wanted to see her again? What?? She felt as if she would scream, but she controlled her excitement before leaving the restroom. She looked around seeing no sign of the TV Demon, had he left?

“Guys, I’m gonna go,” she said to Eric, Erin and Zeke before leaving the bar. There was Vox sitting on the ground. “Vox!” She sat down next to him. “How are you feeling?” She rubbed his arm.

“Like shit,” He slurred his words looking at his phone. “Where is this fucking limo?!” His voice became distorted. Bean looked around only seeing one limo with the Vees license plate.

“Um Vox? It’s over there,” she pointed to it.

“Fucking finally!” He got up, Bean made sure he didn’t fall over. She helped him to the car and was about to leave, “Could you stay..with me?” He asked grabbing her hand.

At first she was hesitant, but she wanted to make sure he got home alright, “Sure,” she smiled warmly before getting into the limo. Vox put his head in her lap looking up at her.

“You’re pretty,” he smiled drunkenly, booping her nose.

She said nothing, just smiling before looking out the window. She knew this wasn’t real, he wouldn’t remember this, or maybe he would and would be embarrassed. Whatever this was, it was a moment of happiness for her and that was enough for her. Bean notices that Vox fell asleep, her smile widens before going back to watching the red sky as she hummed “We’ll Meet Again”.

“I know we’ll meet again one sunny day.”

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Ruby laughed with her guests, watching the performers up on the stage. She wasn’t into her dancers stripping or anything that would bring in sleazy sinners, she’d rather them be themselves; of course with permission from her.

She was in the middle of telling a story when all of a sudden the vibe changed, it sent a chill down her spine. Ruby didn’t know how to feel. Was she Scared? Confused? Sad? Her eyes widened. It couldn’t be.. She looked up seeing someone that she shouldn’t be seeing. Someone who Donnie was supposed to take care of. But instead he was here, towering over her on her own property.

“What are you doing here?”

(Sorry this chapter is late guys.. that’s it 🫠)

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incorrecttowerofgodquotes · 8 months ago

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learning that Ehwa is best girl to you is interesting - I don't disagree but this is a great excuse to ask for some Ehwa propoganda

so.

justify yourself

You don’t know what you’ve wrought upon yourself

Part 1: Personality

Ehwa hits the great mix between confident and strong as well as naïve and compensating. Due to her status as the only Yeon daughter for the next eighty years, Ehwa obviously has a lot of burdens placed on her, something we see early on in the season. The struggles of trying to live up to her family’s expectations plus the complex she has about her “defective” powers means she puts on the front of a noble and strong headed woman so that her weaknesses can be covered up.

However, the thing is, Ehwa is never actually cruel. In Trustworthy room, the only people she tells off is Prince and Viole, and even then, she still attempts to get to know Viole. As the arcs progress, Ehwa gets nicer and nicer due to her emotional needs being met thanks to S&S. By Hell Train, she’s simply just a good person, meanwhile even now Endorsi still struggles with her temper and Yuri recently just committed genocide (not to say this makes them bad characters though).

I also really love Ehwa’s childish side. We know that Ehwa entered the tower at only age 14, and that her previous life in the Yeon family gave her very little support (aside from her “Mama”). Just like Khun, Ehwa is a person whose childhood was stolen from her, and thus her emotional growth was stunted. As she becomes closer with S&S, she stops maintaining appearances and starts acting more like a girl her age. It becomes especially pronounced when she meets Rak, as she really loves reptiles, and starts following him around.

Part 2: Powerset

While there are many cool abilities in ToG, one of my favs is the Yeon flame. The idea of a living flame existing inside someone, and the fact that it could take control when the user is put under enough stress is super cool.

This is shown to great effect in Ehwa’s fight against Angel, when her childhood trauma and current emotional disturbance causes the Yeon Flame to take front seat in controlling the body while Ehwa dissociates or something. She went from struggling against Angel, to no diffing her in an insane boost of power, especially since said power allows her to fly, something stated to be very difficult for Regulars as it requires extreme shinsu control. SIU himself even said that when Ehwa masters her power, she’ll have abilities that can put even Ran to shame (y’know, one of the most talented Khun family members)

Also, unlike some other powers, Ehwa’s undergoes development. At the beginning, Ehwa suffers from power incontinence, having it leak out when her emotional state becomes turbulent and uncontrollable when using it. When Horyang and Viole, the rocks of team S&S are gone, Ehwa starts worrying about hurting her other teammates. However, instead of being able to learn to control her powers from this fear, she instead learns due to her desire to protect them, allowing her to take out the parasite Beta had. Finally, when up against Angel, all the turbulent emotions she feels leads to an explosive rise in power, but only for a few minutes.

Ehwa still has a ways to go in mastering her power, and the moment when she’s able to utilize her full potential while being in control will certainly be an amazing scene

Part 3: Development

Ehwa starts off as very alone and without confidence in herself. This stems from an incident in her childhood, when she was about 4 or 5, when she accidentally burned one of her maids alive. The people around her, instead of consoling her, praised her for her talent, which led to a complex about her powers. She feels the need to be useful to her family and live up to their expectations, but she’s also afraid of hurting people close to her.

During Trustworthy Room, she starts off as very prickly due to the pressure she feels about passing the test. Yet even so, she still remains naïve in that she takes a drink from Prince as well as hoping to become good-natured acquaintances with Viole. Ultimately, she doesn’t get to do much and is then left with a team she had no real say in, but she still sticks with them anyways.

By the 21st floor, Ehwa has sort of gotten used to her position in S&S. She’s still very hotheaded, and tends to blow up when either Wangnan or Viole are involved. However, then we get a look at her deeper insecurities when she talks with Arkraptor. Ehwa calls herself defective, unable to control her own power and needing to rely on Viole to stop herself. The 10 Families promote division amongst themselves, so for Ehwa, relying on others is extremely difficult. But even so, Arkraptor consoles her by saying that whatever her trouble's are, they aren't any worse than what everyone else is going through. Her power incontinence is just a hurdle she can overcome, and until that happens, its perfectly fine for her to rely on Viole and her other teammates.

After the Flower of Zigena, Ehwa is left in a depressive state over the actions her family has taken. I pointed it out in a separate post, but Ehwa doesn't look like she's surprised her family was corrupt, but more that she was trying to avert her eyes from the truth. It’s only when Hwaryun points this out to her that Ehwa declares that she will accept the 10 Families mistakes and then fix them (Fun fact she never wears the Yeon flower and gems in her hair after this).

This is also when her relationship with Viole changes. At first, she saw him as just a bad person, which makes sense, he is part of a terrorist organization targeting her family after all. However, it’s through getting to know him and the sins that her family has committed that Ehwa realizes why someone like Viole is necessary. Her feelings evolve from just a simple crush to a genuine admiration of his courage and charity.

While Ehwa doesn’t have much focus during Workshop battle, we still see her growth in learning to control her powers in order to protect her friends. There’s also a nice line of set up from Quaetro about her powers that will be the basis for her character development in Hell Train. “Who would listen to someone who’s afraid of herself?”

In Hell Train, Ehwa is pitted against Angel, an illegitimate child of the 10 Families. Angel received no love in her childhood, not even from her mother, and was eventually given away because she had some talent. This contrasts with Ehwa, who was born with loads of talent and received a lot of doting as a kid. However, the doting Ehwa received ultimately ended up harming her due to the callous nature in which they praised and pushed their expectations on her.

During the beginning of their fight, Ehwa can barely stop Angel. As she’s running away, all she can think about is how so many people failed to teach her anything about her flame. She can’t believe that she was flame itself from the moment she was born, because to her, the destructive flame she possess is in conflict with her own kind nature.

It’s only when Angel kills Hongjo, someone who had been kind to Ehwa up until then and even attempted to protect her, that Ehwa comes to the realization of what those words really mean. Her rage overtakes her to the point that the Yeon flame has to take control, in the process losing her own self. As a defeated Angel watches Ehwa continue to use her flame, as the audience we’re meant to feel fear and sadness that Ehwa is losing herself like this. It’s no coincidence that this moment comes about in front of Bam, who had just previously lost his mind to the Thorn.

Ehwa is only able to regain her sense of self when Bero Bero crashes into and starts yelling at her. Bero tells her she needs to take responsibility for her power, responsibility that no one else in her family will take. As these words sink in, Ehwa is reminded of her “Mama”, a loving maternal figure who told her the same thing.

Ehwa’s character growth stops about here, mostly due to her exiting the story, however we still see her through the Name Hunt Station arc. At the beginning, Ehwa is removed from Team Sweet and Sour and placed with Bam, Wangnan recognizing her skill and believing she can keep herself alive as she stays with Bam. Ehwa is incensed by this, even running up to Bam and telling him to make Wangnan change his mind, and when Bam says otherwise it shocks her. Ehwa wants to stay with everyone, but due to the difference in abilities she can’t. She now has to take responsibility for protecting herself first and foremost.

This is her mentality when going into the fight against Karaka vs Yuri. She still wants to continue despite being badly injured cause if she didn’t, it meant she left Team S&S for nothing. However, she ends up getting put into a hostage situation, and at that moment instead of thinking about her own well being, she thinks about how to save Bam. She ultimately sacrifices herself, but she does so with a smile, telling Bam that it will be okay. She went from distrusting Viole due to his FUG ties to implicitly trusting Bam to keep moving on to protect more people.

As sweet as this moment is, it’s also the greatest tragedy to happen to Ehwa. Her removal from Team S&S and then her loss at NHS, makes it so that Prince and Arkraptor die, and she remains completely unaware. The family that accepted her as she was became broken all without her knowing. If Ehwa had been with them, there’s no doubt in my mind that at least one of them would have survived, her Yeon flame wouldn’t allow for anything else. Instead, her absence sealed their fates. The responsibility she had towards protecting them is now destroyed.

When Ehwa finally reenters the story, I have no doubt that her arc will focus heavily on the fallout of losing Prince and Arkraptor.

It’s also interesting that she was kidnapped by Revolution, the group whose goal it is to reform the Ten Great Families. If we wanna get wild, Ehwa might become the new Yeon Family Head candidate.

That’s about all I have to say aside from gushing about how pretty she is, but I’ll let that happen during the S2 anime.

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