#that would take. god that would take forever

[luveline]

jade!! can we please get something with junie’s mom and eddie? <3 missing them today

thank you for requesting! 1.3k

Eddie met you two weeks after you moved into the park, he’s pretty sure. Your baby ran out down the road because you didn’t know that all the trailers have the same bum lock, and she ended up on the Munson porch trying to get back home. 

He still remembers how she could barely talk. He had no idea how quickly babies explode with words. 

“Love you.” Junie smiles up at him, her waiting for a reciprocation all the more impressive. She’s just turned three, and Eddie would argue she doesn’t look it. She’s still a baby in his head. 

“I love you,” he says, leaning down to tap their noses together. 

“Can I have a hug?” 

Just a few short months ago she would’ve shouted “Hug!” and dove into his neck, or said nothing at all. He doesn’t see why that should change. 

“Babe, you don’t have to ask,” he says, wrapping his arms around her. 

She sighs in contentment, relaxing under his hand where he pulls it up and down her back. She’s getting bigger. Eddie can’t believe she’s already three. Where the hell does the time go? Days, weeks slip away. 

But at least they’re with you. God, he can’t believe they’re with you. 

“I’m feeling left out,” you say, laying on the floor of the trailer with your hands held over your chest. You’d been colouring with June a half hour ago, but she got bored fast and left you there. You’ve yet to get up. 

Eddie twists June in his lap so she can see you. He hugs her, and he presses his face to the top of her head, one eye open to see you and the other screwed closed. “You want us to come over?” he asks. 

You think about it. “No. I’m too tired to hug.” 

You’re always tired. Eddie knows that there’s a life he could give you one day where you don’t have to work. He’s not sure you’d let him, but he’d like to get promoted and move you out. He’d like to ask you properly to be his forever, to be permanent, and to live together as a family. Wayne’s telling him not to rush into things, but he really didn’t. You and Eddie were friends for half a year before he finally couldn’t take it anymore, and he doesn’t see that time as wasted, but he knows now that getting to kiss you is something he missed out on. 

Plus, being your boyfriend means he’s actually allowed to take care of you without dousing you in shame. You like being looked after. It’s why Eddie works a ten hour shift and comes straight home to you, so he can fold your laundry and you can get some rest. 

Every time you yawn, it’s a reminder for Eddie that he’s not making your life as easy as he could. (It’s not a healthy way to think about it. It’s not your fault or his that life is hard. But he thinks about it anyway.) 

Eddie gives June a kiss behind the ear and sets her down in the corner of the couch. He grins at her as he does, hoping for a detachment without tears, popping his head into his hand in mock nonchalance. “Babe, I’m gonna go hug your mom back to life. I’ll be right back. Cool?” 

“Cool.” 

Eddie pats her knee and she sits back to watch as he drops to the floor on his knees, crawling around crayons and gel pens and markers to your side. You laugh, flinching as his hand lands on your stomach, but he’s not there to tickle you. He holds your face in the other hand, really holds it, bending time. The mental snapshot he takes of you tired and lovely regardless can join an endless gallery. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says. 

“So are you.” 

“You want some help getting up?” he asks. 

You nod your affirmation. Eddie slides his hands under your arms, murmurs a too tender, “I got you,” as you sit up. He stands and pulls you with him, half drags your tired limbs to the couch where your girl is still sitting patiently. 

He puts you down. Kisses your cheek, throws a blanket across your knees. He picks Junie up to sit where she’d been in the corner and promptly settles with her on his thigh, the other arm open. 

“We’re napping?” Junie asks. 

“Would that be okay?” Eddie asks. “Mom’s tired.” 

“I’m not tired,” Junie says. 

“I know, baby, me neither. I was thinking we’d just lay here and hug mommy for a while, and then we’d have lunch.” 

“I don’t need a nap,” you say, though your eyes are heavy, darting to the empty place in his arms carved out especially for you. 

“Then just hug me,” Eddie whispers. Commanding, disbelieving, he knows you’ll be dozing in five minutes or less. All you need is a little light goading. 

You lay against his side. Junie wiggles to be on her front, chest to chest with Eddie as he sinks down. He kicks up his legs beside you, the three of you collapsing inward, his favourite girls in the world. 

There’s argument on if you can choose your family or not. Eddie doesn’t remember choosing you, just suddenly knowing you, and ever so slowly loving. He loves your face, your arms, the way you breathe. He loves how you turn into his chest and how you seem thrilled to be there, your hand coasting a loving line across him, fingers pressing into his stomach. It’s like you’re waving on his skin. He has no idea where you learned how to touch someone with that much love, but he leans down to kiss the skin just shy of your hairline so you know he feels it. 

Junie’s all little legs and sweetness as she yawns on his shoulder. “Mom, can I have some… some blanky?”

You pull it off your legs to cover hers. Eddie squares it up. Everyone covered, he lets his head tip back against the couch.

He’s not tired. He doesn’t think he’ll sleep. You fall asleep first in a slow series of exhales he knows well, that deepening, your fingers growing still against his t-shirt. 

Junie goes second. She squirms at first, not wanting to give in, but Eddie’s getting better at his dad-pats. He finds the space on her lower back, her off button ever since he’s known her, and he taps his hand against it until she’s breathing heavily against his neck. 

“Eddie?” she asks tiredly. 

“What, rockstar?” 

“Goodnight.” 

He scratches her back lightly. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Do you need me to take you to bed?” 

“No. We can sleep on you.” 

“Who should I sleep on?” he whispers. 

She shakes her head. Unhappy with his question, or maybe her nose is itchy. She falls asleep with her face pressed to his chest a few seconds later, leaving Eddie awake and unsure of what to do now. He trapped himself. 

He can’t find it in himself to mind, worried first about boredom, and then struck with a realisation. How could he ever be bored with you under his arm? 

He has time now to trace your nose, count your eyelashes, whatever he likes. 

“Love you,” he says, pressing his nose to your head. 

It takes a few seconds. “Love you,” you murmur. 

He rubs your arm until you’re sleeping again. It was selfish of him to wake you, but he’d wanted to hear it.

[badkitty3000]

can u write a five x reader smut where five makes the reader watch him jerk off before fucking them

This request has been in my inbox for a LONG time...sorry. I set this during season four, and it's mixed with my usual sense of humor and confidently sexy Five 😉

Forced Confinement: Friends to Enemies to Lovers

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 5.7k words, one-shot, reader request

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, masturbation

Summary: You and Five used to be friends. That is, until he got you stuck in the endless cycle of time traveling trains and no way home. Now he is the last person you want to be stuck with at the end of the world. But, after months of resentment and bickering, you and Five finally work out your differences

It had been eleven months. Eleven months since you and Five had taken that stupid fucking train to nowhere. Why you had let him talk you into going with him, you had no idea. You had been friends and you trusted him, sure, but that didn’t mean you wanted to skip out on the real world forever and live in captive domesticity for the rest of your life. You had wanted adventure and danger, which always seemed to follow Five wherever he went. But that’s not what this turned into. This had turned into playing house.

After nine months of mindless travel to various timelines that just seemed to get worse and worse, you were about ready to kill one another. The passive aggressive arguing had gradually turned into bickering, which then turned into outright shouting matches. You wanted to go home, god dammit! You didn’t care that time travel was tricky or unpredictable. He had gotten you into this mess and you demanded that he get you out of it.

To get you to shut up, Five had presented you with a temporary solution. When you came across a mostly still standing house with a greenhouse and clean water, he begrudgingly suggested that you two stay there for a few days. Just to relax, wash up a bit, and gather some food. It would also grant him some time to think about how to navigate this situation you were in. You had agreed, although you had scoped the crappy house out first to determine if there were separate living quarters. There was only one real bedroom, but Five conceded it to you and said he would take the living room floor.

A few days had turned into two months.

You knew he was trying his best. You knew that. And you knew he certainly had never meant to get you stuck in this endless loop of time travel fuckery. He had only been trying to save the world. Again. Only this time, he wanted company. And since you and he had become friends over the course of the five years you had been serving him large quantities of whiskey and beer at your bar, he had asked you.

It’s not that you were best buddies or anything. You had never hung out outside of the bar. But he was a frequent enough customer that you and he had a good rapport. You were comfortable around each other, which you had noticed for Five, was kind of a big deal. And maybe you were a little flirty with one another as well. Not that anything had ever happened between you, but the tension had been there.

So, when Five had come stumbling in one night, seemingly already drunk, and had plopped down on a barstool in front of you with a smart-ass grin on his face, you were intrigued. After a very confusing and convoluted story about something called “marigold” and Five having the power to teleport and time travel, you were already hooked.

How many times had you dreamed of doing something amazing? Something so incredibly exciting and weird that when you told your friends all about it later, they wouldn’t believe you? It was just one of those silly fantasies that never left your head. But the longer you ran that bar, and the more comfortable you got pouring shots and mixing drinks for others, the less likely it became that your fantasy would ever be realized.

But time traveling subway trains and teleportation powers? It was everything you had been waiting for! When he told you his idea of trying to get to the correct timeline and stop another apocalypse from happening, you barely even hesitated.

In those first couple of months, you didn’t really mind being lost with no real way to get back home. It was still exciting and you were getting along great back then. He confided in you; told you he had asked you along because you were his only real friend and he just didn’t want to face the unknown alone again. He had apologized when it became clear he was just as lost as you were, and he promised to get you back safely. You made each other laugh, and invented stupid games to kill the boredom, and would cuddle up together on cold nights even though there was nothing romantic going on. Those were the good times.

But now…now, it was like the two of you were living in some bad sitcom with no laugh track. Five was still good looking, there was no getting around that. Even when he was grubby and dirty and his deodorant gave out months ago. Yes, he was hot, you could admit that. But that wasn’t quite enough to cover the fact that he was an arrogant, know-it-all asshole that was systematically ruining your life. You missed your bed. And your bar. And god, what you wouldn’t do for some fucking fast food. You had dreams about McDonald’s French fries and if Ronald McDonald himself had come walking up to you and told you he’d give you a Big Mac if you sucked his dick, you’d be on your knees in a second. That’s what this had come to; you would blow a clown for a hamburger.

Instead, here you were, in some bullshit little Hobbit house, listening to Five’s snoring from the other room. And if you had to eat another fucking strawberry, you were going to vomit. You would rather eat a dozen half-cooked subway rats than choke down another one of those god damn red berries. Sometimes you laid awake at night, envisioning Five choking on one, his eyes bulging as he panicked and tried unsuccessfully to get air through his blocked trachea. It brought a small amount of comfort to you. Until the morning, when you walked out and saw there were no animals in your traps, and you wanted to cry. No meat. Only fucking strawberries.

“We need more water,” you told him as you came out of the green house where the first few sprouts of cucumbers and green beans were finally starting to come through.

“So? Go get some, then,” Five muttered back at you, his head buried in a notebook while he sat at the wobbly kitchen table.

“No. I’m always the one that has to go get the water. It’s your turn.”

Five glanced up briefly, then looked back down at his incoherent scribblings. “I’m busy.”

“You’re busy?” you asked incredulously. “How the fuck is making little pictures in a book busy?”

He looked up again, his worn-down pencil paused in midair. His eyes narrowed. “They are not little pictures. They are complex mathematical equations that your simpleton mind cannot possibly understand.”

You snorted. “Fuck you.”

One corner of his mouth turned up just slightly and he set his pencil down, leaning back in his chair and draping one arm over the back. Fuck, if he didn’t look amazingly hot like that. Asshole.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“What in the hell are you talking about?”

He scoffed. “Don’t play dumb. You’ve been eye-fucking me since we got here. Actually, since before we got here.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “What the…are you delusional? Did you hit your head the last time you were out scavenging? I have, under no circumstances, been eye-fucking you.”

“Ok, sure…whatever you have to tell yourself.”

You placed a hand on your hip and tilted your head to the side. “If anyone is eye-fucking anyone, it’s you to me. I see the way you just so happen to look in my direction when I’m changing clothes.”

“If I do that, it’s only because I want to make sure you’re actually changing into something new instead of wearing that shitty old tank top that smells like dead rats.”

“That is my best tank top! And look who’s talking. Who wears a suit in a fucking apocalypse? It’s insane!”

“At least I don’t walk around with my tits half hanging out. I mean, fuck, those things are going to knock you out the next time you have to run from anything. It’s like you’re just begging for attention.”

You smiled. “Oh, I just bet you’d love to see me running with my tits hanging out, wouldn’t you? Probably play right into some weird-ass Baywatch fantasy you have.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart.” He tossed his head so that the piece of hair in his eyes flicked out of the way. “You are wearing the literal last pair of tits in the world right now and I wouldn’t care if you slathered them in baby oil and shoved them in my face.”

You watched as his eyes moved briefly to your chest before landing on your face again. You smirked. “Gosh, Five, you’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking. Of course you don’t want anything do with these.” You ran your hands up your sides and rested them on your breasts. Then you began to rub them and squeeze them together, all while looking him directly in the eye. You gave a little moan and licked your lips. It was subtle, but you saw him swallow and shift in his seat.

Five rolled his eyes, but you could tell you had gotten to him. “While the tits themselves may be alluring, there is the unfortunate fact that they are attached to the body that is powered by your idiot brain. Therefore…not interested.”

You gave them another hard push together, and then let out a short laugh before dropping your hands. “That’s what I thought.”

“What did you think?”

“That you’re a dickless asshole”

Five flashed you that devious smile that you had come to associate with an unfortunate fluttering inside your stomach. “I’ll concede to being an asshole. But dickless? Quite the opposite, sweetheart.”

Your mouth went dry at that implication and you momentarily had a loss for words. After a couple of seconds, though, you regained your cool.

“As much as I’m sure you’d just love to whip out your little pickle dick right now, how about you get your scrawny ass up and go get us some water? Sweetheart.”

Five gave a short laugh. “And as much as I’m sure you’d love to be choking on my pickle right now, like I told you…” He pointed his pencil at the notebook. “I’m busy.”

Without another word, he lowered his head and started scribbling again, ignoring you completely. Your mouth opened in another retaliation, but then it snapped closed again. There was no point in continuing your little childish spat. Five was a stubborn old bastard and it was a waste of time. You might as well go get the damn water yourself.

Giving a loud, dramatic huff, you flipped your hair over your shoulder and stomped away. You did happen to notice, though, that Five looked up to watch you leave. So, as a final act of brattiness, just before you were out of sight, you made sure to bend over and act like you were tying your shoe while wiggling your ass in the air. Which, if Five had the oversized brain he was always saying he did, he would remember that your shoelaces had disintegrated a month ago.

As you angrily made your way to the old well that was your water source, you mumbled out loud to yourself.

“He thinks he’s so fucking smart. Well, he’s not. Just because you’re a smoking hot asshole does not mean you’re a genius, I guarantee you.”

You tripped over a rock and you cursed before continuing on. “And he is dreaming if he thinks I’m the one that wants to fuck him. Granted, it has been a long time since I got laid, but still. I think I can do better than Five Hargreeves, even if he is the last man on earth.”

You approached the old-fashioned well pump that was still in service and started pumping, much more vigorously than needed while you ranted to no one. “Honestly, he is so hard up for some ass, it’s embarrassingly obvious. But, good luck buddy, because that ain’t happening.”

You watched thoughtfully as the water slowly poured into the plastic bucket that served as your portable water reservoir. You stared into the distance; the landscape not quite as bleak as the others you had seen. This one at least had some trees and wildlife. “Still…I did see him shirtless that one time and I can’t seem to get that little image out of my brain. The guy has sex appeal, there’s no doubt about that. And I suppose he’s not all bad. He did let me take the bed, after all. He hasn’t even tried anything, either, which I suppose makes him kind of a gentleman.”

You gave the well a few more pumps to fill the last of the bucket. “But why hasn’t he tried anything? Maybe he doesn’t think I’m attractive? He said he likes women, though. I wonder if he jerks off when I’m not around?”

You smiled to yourself, feeling your chest tighten a little at the thought. “I guess I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t used him as motivation for my own hand-fucking. He might be annoying but I bet he can deliver in certain areas.” You paused a moment more and sighed angrily, looking toward the sky. “Damn it…now I’m horny!” The water started overflowing in the bucket and you realized you’d been pumping the well for too long, wasting your most precious resource.

“Shit!” You stared at the dusty ground that was now turning into a muddy puddle around your feet. “He doesn’t need to know about this, that’s for sure. I don’t need yet another lecture on water preservation.”

Hoisting up the bucket, and holding it against your chest because the handle had given out a week ago, you started back towards the house.

“I’m going insane,” you panted as you made your way up the slight incline. “It’s official; I’ve finally lost it. Stuck out here in the middle of nowhere and talking to myself. Cool.”

As you walked into the house, the water bucket was partially obstructing your view and it sloshed water down your front as you set it heavily down on the floor.

“There,” you declared, out of breath. “Here’s the water, no thanks to – Oh holy shit!”

When you had looked up, you had been assaulted with the sight of Five pleasuring himself right there in your cozy kitchen. You froze, taking in the sight, not able to look away. He was on full display, with the chair pushed out from the table, facing the doorway. His shirt was open, sleeves cuffed up, head thrown back, eyes closed, pants undone, and his cock in his hand. He was languidly stroking himself, appearing to not be in a hurry to finish the job, while he sat there with his legs spread open for all to see. Well, not all to see…just you.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry…shit…what are you? Ok, never mind, um…I’m gonna, yeah, just go…” you stammered while still staring directly at the obscenity before you.

You said you were going to go, but you were rooted to the spot. Eventually, after what seemed like an inordinate amount of time considering what was happening, Five opened his eyes and looked at you. No, not looked. Stared at you. Those bright green eyes bored into you and a small smirk played on his lips.

Still panicking, but also confused as to the very real sensation of moisture not caused by the bucket of water forming between your legs, you abruptly turned to leave.

“Stop.”

Five’s voice was different than usual. Harder. Commanding. And you inexplicably stopped in your tracks.

“Turn around.”

You obeyed and slowly spun around, nervous as to what you might see, or have him see. You were sure the look on your face would give you away.

Five hadn’t moved. He was still stroking himself and he looked like he didn’t have one ounce of shame about it, either.

You swallowed hard. “What…”

“I decided after your little show earlier that I just couldn’t help myself. And now that you’ve got some wet t-shirt action going on, I’m going to need you to stay. I think you owe me that.”

Looking down at yourself, you saw that the spilled water had created a nearly see-through situation over your chest. Even your bra was soaked through, and your nipples were visible through the thin fabric. When you glanced back up, you bit at your lower lip. Despite the blush growing across your cheeks, you were intrigued with this new game.

“Owe you?” you asked, your voice cracking as you tried to keep your cool.

Five groaned quietly, picking up his pace and ignoring your question. “You really do have magnificent tits. Now, take that ratty ass top off.”

You couldn’t believe you were actually going along with his demands. You should be telling him to fuck off and throwing the nearest heavy object toward his head. Instead, you found yourself holding his eye contact while you slowly stripped your wet shirt away and dropped it onto the floor.

There was another deep moan from Five as he worked his shaft over with his whole hand, his breathing becoming louder.

“Bra,” he rasped.

As you unhooked your bra and let it fall on top of your shirt, you smiled at his reaction.

“Fuck honey…I’ve been dreaming about these tits for so long and they do not disappoint.” He groaned low in his throat again. “Perfect.”

You eyed him up and down, taking in the detail of his cock as his fist slid easily over it. It was most definitely impressive. Much more than you had imagined and you found yourself running your tongue over your bottom lip involuntarily.

“Shit, Five…I guess you weren’t kidding. Definitely not dickless.”

“You like what you see?” he asked, looking out under the pieces of hair that had flopped in front of his eyes.

You nodded, and then began to move closer in. “Yeah, I do.”

Five shook his head, pausing his fist fucking momentarily. “I don’t think so, honey. Not yet.”

“Not yet what?” you asked, thoroughly confused. Did he not want you to jump on top of him?

“I know you’re just dying for my cock to be buried deep inside you right now, but you’re going to have to wait. That’s your punishment.”

With your eyebrows drawn together, you suddenly felt very stupid standing there topless while he continued to jack off.

“What the hell…what do you mean? Punishment for what?”

“For walking around all bitchy and complaining about everything. All while throwing your body in my face and leaving me high and dry.”

“What!? You’re the one that has been the asshole –”

“Shut up, sweetheart. I don’t need to hear your mouth. I just need to look at you. Now drop your pants.”

It took a minute for your mind to comprehend just what the fuck was going on here. Five Hargreeves, your friend turned enemy turned…jack off partner?...was ordering you around like you were his own personal interactive porno mag. And you fucking liked it.

As you started unbuttoning your shorts, you gave him a lopsided smile. “So, how long have you been using me as your whack-a-thon inspiration?”

“I could ask you the same,” he snarked back before working just a little harder when your pants came off.

“Since about 3 months in,” you admitted with a shrug, pushing your panties all of the way off.

“Fuuuck,” Five groaned loudly, closing his eyes briefly before scanning your body hungrily. “I think I lasted 2 weeks.”

You laughed, leaning back against the table with your hands behind you as you pushed out your chest. When your eyes caught his again, you let out a soft whimper.

“Damnit…I really want to fuck you right now.”

“I know, darling,” he responded, his voice dripping with condescension. “You’ve made that quite obvious.”

Neither of you said anything more for a moment. The room was filled with the sound of your collective heavy breathing and the slapping noises as Five jacked himself hard and fast. You could see the beads of pre-cum forming around the head. On a whim, you decided to lean in, bending down with your mouth open and tongue out, to daintily lick up the tempting drops. Five growled and flung his head back again while you gave one more flick of your tongue over the slit and backed away again.

“Finger yourself,” he grunted out.

When you smirked, licking all four of your fingers before lowering them between your legs, the sound Five made, a shaking, guttural sound, had you thinking he was on the verge of blowing his load. But he only seemed to concentrate harder, working his fist over his thick shaft. You watched as his thumb traced the underside of his swollen tip, the veins that ran from top to bottom prominently on display. You had never really thought the sight of a man pleasuring himself in front of you would be that hot, but the wetness dripping out of you right now proved that maybe it just depended on the man.

Because watching Five unabashedly fuck himself; his left hand tight around his cock and his hips jerking up in response; the tendons in his forearm taught and straining; his hair hanging messily around his face, his eyes never leaving yours; had you more worked up than you had ever been in your life.

“Fuck, Five,” you moaned as your own hand began to move through your slick folds.

“Damn it, I’m going to come. On your knees,” he growled through clenched teeth.

You dropped down without a second thought, just blindly following his orders. Your hand was still working furiously, and you were unsure if he wanted you to suck his dick or not, so you just waited for further instructions. When he groaned loudly and shifted forward in the chair, his own hand moving fast, you realized what he was going to do.

“Don’t you dare come on my face,” you rasped out. You removed your fingers from yourself so that you could lean back, exposing your chest at a better angle.

With a strangled moan that sounded like some sort of wounded animal, Five bit at his bottom lip while he came; long ropes of cum covering your chest and dripping down your stomach as he unloaded onto you again and again. You watched his face as it contorted in orgasmic bliss before finally relaxing again, his hand slowing, and his body easing back into the chair.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered through heaving breaths; eyes still closed. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”

As you knelt before him, covered in his semen, and still horny, you frowned. “Good for you.”

When he opened his eyes, he had the nerve to laugh and he shook his head. “Give me a minute, ok? I might have a fairly quick refractory period, but it’s not immediate.”

“Hmm, yeah. Likely story,” you said under your breath, although your mouth twitched up with amusement as you stood up. “I’m going to use our most precious resource to wash up.”

“Use it sparingly,” Five reminded you.

“I think I’ll use as much as I want, considering it’s your cum that’s currently drying all over my tits right now.”

“Fair,” Five said with a breathy laugh.

After you found one of the clean rags that doubled as a washcloth, you dipped it in the bucket of cool water and started to wipe at your chest. Five watched you bend over, ringing out the cloth and letting the water run down your breasts and abdomen. His refractory period may not have been instant, but watching you like that was most definitely speeding the process along.

While you were enjoying giving him this show, what you really wanted was a little more satisfaction than just watching him jerking off. With your body as cum-free as it was going to be for the moment, you sauntered back over to Five who was still sitting in the same chair; pants open and semi-hard dick out. When you stood in front of him, he looked up at you through the fringe of hair covering his eyes, that damn smirk of his playing on his lips. Without even thinking, you hauled your right hand back and smacked him across the face.

As he raised a hand to his stinging cheek, he glared up at you. “What the hell was that for?”

With a smile, you straddled his lap, draping both arms over his shoulders and leaning in to kiss him. After biting at his bottom lip, you pulled back.

“That was for stranding me here in this hell hole.” You kissed him again, tugging hard at his hair at the back of his head. “And for being the world’s biggest prick.” Your groin slid over his hard cock and he grunted. “And for looking so fucking hot all the time.”

Five grabbed your chin in his hand, holding you steady as he gazed into your eyes; his deep green ones sparkling as that arrogant look crossed his face again. Gripping your ass tightly with both hands, Five stood up, taking you with him as he slammed your body down onto the rickety kitchen table. When your back hit the wooden top with a thud, the pedestal holding it up wobbled dangerously underneath. You huffed out a loud breath from the impact.

Standing between your legs that were still wrapped around his waist, Five reached down between you, grasping his hard cock and rubbing the tip against your clit. When you gave a tiny whimper, he nodded.

“I’m sorry I got you stuck here. And I’m working on being less of a prick. As for looking hot all the time? That I can’t help so much,” he said with a grin, continuing to massage your slit by running his dick up and down, spreading your wetness over both of you.

“Asshole,” you rasped after sucking in a loud gulp of air. Your hands clutched at the edge of the table and your hips rocked against him.

He shook his head, closing his eyes with a moan before locking onto yours again. “No. If I were an asshole, I would have done what I’ve been dying to do for months now.”

“Which is?”

“Sliding into bed with you in the middle of the night and waking you up with my dick shoved between your legs.”

Your head tipped back as you tried to push yourself harder into his cock that was continually sliding over you in just the right spot. “Oh shit, Five…I wish you would have.”

“You’d like that, huh?”

You nodded. “I’d still have kicked your ass, but not before I’d let you fuck my brains out.”

“How about I fuck your brains out now and we can discuss kicking my ass later?”

“Sounds good,” you breathed out.

Five used his hand to guide himself inside of you. Once the head of his cock was inside, he thrust himself into you, impaling you on his sizeable dick, and watching your face for your reaction.

“Oh god…” you cried, gritting your teeth against the intensity.

“You ok?” he asked as his hands traveled over your thighs, sides, and hips.

You nodded. “Yeah. Definitely ok. Fuck, that feels good.”

With a self-satisfied smirk, Five grabbed your ass tightly with both hands, squeezing each cheek hard and digging his fingers into your flesh. When he started to guide you by pushing and pulling you over his shaft, you let him take full control of your body. With your arms splayed to the sides and your head tipped back against the table top, you wanted him to break you down; strip you of your inhibitions, and make you his.

“Shit…” he hissed through his teeth. “I need…fuck…I need more of you.”

Without warning or consent, he pulled you roughly up by one hand before pulling out of you and yanking you off the table to standing again. Not sure what his game plan was, you just stood there until he stepped out of his pants that had dropped around his ankles, and held you tightly to him. With a long kiss that made you momentarily forget where you were, he pulled back again.

“Floor,” he gasped.

Despite having a perfectly good bed in the other room, you were thinking the same thing he was. There was no time for relocation. You needed him inside of you again. Immediately. Hands clutching at one another, you both clumsily dropped to the floor. There was a moment of ungraceful maneuvering while you hastily repositioned yourself, but once Five was on his back and you were mounting him again, his dick slid inside once more and you let out a high-pitched whine.

In between grunts and whimpers as you started to move your hips, you attacked his mouth, face, and neck with kisses. Eventually, one of his hands came to rest in your hair. When you looked him in the eyes, he was smiling. Not his normal, asshole smirk. An actual, affectionate smile.

“I’m not sure why we waited this long,” he said before kissing you deeply, while also bucking his hips up, driving his dick in harder.

“Because we hated one another,” you explained as he sucked kisses onto your neck.

“Not always…fuuckk…” he moaned when you slammed harder on top of him.

“I kind of don’t hate you now.”

Five laughed and squeezed one of your breasts in his hand, hard enough to make you hiss through your teeth.

“Five….” you whined.

“Keep fucking me, baby. Harder.”

You were fucking him as hard as you possibly could. So hard that you were seriously concerned about the health of your knees as they bore most of your weight and dug into the hard dirt floor of your crappy kitchen. But that didn’t stop you. Riding his dick like it was somehow essential to your existence, you had never wanted anyone more than you did right then. You couldn’t control the loud cries and broken sobs that filled the small kitchen, and Five wasn’t exactly being quiet either.

“Oh shit, honey…please keep doing that…I’ve wanted this so badly.”

After one more long kiss, you could feel your body start to reach its climax. As Five grasped your hips again, working you over even faster, you let yourself go with a broken moan that got louder the more your body reacted to his. With your back arched, head tipped back, and your hips twitching wildly, Five clenched his teeth and looked down between your bodies. He could see the white lather of your arousal coating his cock. With a husky growl, Five pushed you down and came inside you.

Gasping for air, you collapsed into him, chests heaving against one another. He held you loosely, his hands idly caressing your back and hair.

“Five?” you panted; nuzzling your nose and mouth into the side of his sweat-damp neck.

“Yeah?”

“If you had been fucking me like that this whole time, these last several months could have been much more enjoyable.”

He let out a breathy laugh. “If I were more confident in my time travel skills, I would go back and remedy that.”

As your playful kisses traveled over his neck and cheek, you gave him one last, deep kiss on his mouth before pulling back again. You stared deeply into his eyes that you only just now realized were so easy to get lost in.

Moving a stray piece of hair from his forehead, you smiled sweetly. “While I definitely would not mind more of your amazing dick action, I am going to murder you if I have to spend one more day in this strawberry hellhole.”

Five matched your snarky grin with his own, and smacked your ass swiftly. “Off.”

Rolling your eyes, but not able to hide the blush that dusted your cheeks again when he took that tone with you, you unfurled yourself from his body and stood up. Offering a hand out, you helped Five to his feet.

“While the thought crossed my mind to leave you in the dark just so I can get some more action, I don’t have the heart. Look,” he said as he pointed to his notebook that had just recently been pinned under your body on the table.

When you looked closer at his illegible scrawls, you frowned. “I don’t get it.”

“I did it.”

You looked back over at him with raised eyebrows. “Did what?”

“Found our way home. While you were out getting water, I figured it out.”

As the realization of what he was saying washed over you, you shrieked and threw your arms around his shoulders, pulling his damp, naked body into yours. “Five! Oh my god, you did it! We can go home?”

He nodded, a giant smile growing over his face. “I think so. And I think I figured it out so that we will have time to stop the whole mess that was starting to go down before we left, too. I think we can save the world.”

“Oh my god! This is amazing!” You pulled him tighter and kissed him hard on the lips, still smiling. “Five, you’re amazing!” Then a thought came to you and you tilted your head to the side. “Hang on…if you figured this out while I was out getting water…were you really jerking off to thoughts of me, or just your own mathematical genius?”

Five shrugged with that sexy, lopsided smile of his. “Can’t it be a little of both?”

“Holy shit,” you laughed. “Let’s get the fuck out of here and go home.”

Five pulled you close with a jerk, his arm around your waist and his hand resting securely on the small of your back. With a look that made your heart flip in your chest and your knees weak and wobbly, Five leaned in to kiss you, biting gently at your lips before pulling away and rubbing his cheek across yours.

“Why leave now? We have all the time in the world and things were just getting good,” he said, his voice low and smooth; the rush of his hot breath down your neck sending shivers down your spine.

“Ok,” you breathed out before tipping your head back so he could access your neck. “What’s a few more days?”

[aerithmybbgmypookiemywife]

Let's spice up the SAGAU world with this idea. The reader is NOT The Creator, yet is a higher being that the characters refer to as "The Player". How would characters interact with the person who commanded them from above? And what if you still had the power to control them?

For this example, I would include Kazuha and Yanfei because they are my king and queen of my account.

oohhh honestly i feel like they would worship or think of the reader in the same way as they would worship their Creator.

Like, imagine Player! Reader playing Genshin on their phone and just absolutely fawning over Kazuha. "Oohhh look at my pretty boy…" you would mumble, and on the inside, Kazuha is flustered with that comment but always has to act like he didn't hear it. He can't see you, but he could always hear your voice… It's angelic, sweet… Calming to the ears.

When you control him, he feels calm. Kazuha fully trusts you in whatever you do.

What if Player! Reader is the type of player that just keeps yapping and commenting for no reason at all. Player! Reader is just roaming around and keeps spouting nonsense like Kazuha would say his usual line of "There are leaves around, and I know just the tune to accompany them, if you want to hear it." you would reply with "Of course baby girl hit me with it.". Or when fighting Hilichurls you would just spout filler nonsense like "HELL YEAH!! TAKE THAT BOZO!!" or "Mhm, get swirled mother fucker." while using Kazuha's skill.

Imagine Player! Reader gets a cutscene with Yanfei in it and just screams her name out of pure joy. On the inside, Yanfei is surprised but very much overjoyed with your enthusiasm. Every time Yanfei said a line, you would always comment "Yep, speak your truth queen." or "You're so right." and whatever anything just popped up in your mind.

Yanfei loves listening to you talk, although she unfortunately couldn't see you… The sound of your voice is forever engraved in her mind… She doesn't mind getting controlled by you, she knows that you were just trying to make things better for her.

But… What if… Player! Reader gets transmigrated not as a Creator, but as just a normal person… You're so fucking confused as to why you're suddenly in Liyue… Oh god… Why the fuck are the guards pointing their spears at you?!

"Who are you???" They asked with a glare, "I-I uhh… Uhh…" you stuttered, "They don't look like they belong here." one of them whispered. Before the situation could even escalate, a familiar voice spoke out. "What's going on here?" someone asked. You knew that voice…! It was…! Yanfei!

The guards of Liyue got out of her way and Yanfei got a better look at you, she looked at you from head to toe… Confused about your different type of clothing… "I swear to God I also don't know what's happening right now…" you spoke up as you held your hands up.

Yanfei's eyes widened, "Y/n…?" she muttered, recognizing your voice.

But what if it was Kazuha who met you first? Well, imagine Player! Reader wakes up and sees that their surroundings are different. "What the fuck??" you mumbled as you soon realized you were on a boat. But what boat…? Also, why were you even in the somewhat basement of the ship?

"Who are you?" a voice spoke up, it was familiar but it sounded stern. Your breath hitched to see where it came from… It came from… Kazuha? Now you're just confused…

"What the fuck…? Am I seriously in Genshin impact right now…?? IS THAT FUCKING KAZUHA?!!?" You blurted out the last sentence it hit you that it was Kazuha right in front of you! You let out a gasp and covered your mouth.

His eyes widened, "Are you… Y/n?" he asked.

I think it's safe to say you aren't worshipped by the NPC's but you are however treated well and worshipped by the Characters.

[trulyy-yourzz]

So in love with you

Billie Eilish x fem!reader

Something short for the time being 💕 (notes at the end.)

Summary: you and billie make cupcakes on a Saturday morning

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff and more fluff 🐰

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It was Saturday, you and billie were bored, and she suggested you guys made cupcakes. You weren't the biggest baker, but you made little sweets from time to time. Billie, on the other hand, loved to bake. She would always come knocking on your door with a tray of all sorts of things she made. Cookies, cake, cupcakes, you name it.

"My love, be careful." Billie insisted, worried you might hurt yourself. You were using a knife to cut the butter, but she was watching you like a hawk and noticed you almost cutting yourself by accident. "I know, I know. It's okay, baby." You laughed, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek. She smiled and put down the hand mixer, grabbing you by the waist.

Billie tilted her head. Like a cute little confused puppy. "You look so beautiful." You smiled, and she instantly folded. She absolutely loved the way you smiled so brightly around her. One of the many things she loved about you. "Thank you, baby." Billie pulled you in closer, resting her head on your shoulder and taking in your heavenly scent. Fresh, a hint of fruity, and... God, you smelled so good. Like a field of blooming flowers in the middle of spring.

You giggled and twirled your fingers through her soft hair. Billie lifted her head off of your shoulder, looking at you and smiling. You smiled back and secretly flung cake batter on her nose. She flinched and gasped. Realizing what you had just done, she laughed and raised a brow. "Seriously??? Oh, you're getting it."

Billie picked up the bag of flour from off of the counter, grabbing a handful and throwing it at you. You squealed and laughed. You began running away from her, leaving a trail of flour as chased after you. For about 20 minutes, you guys ran around the house throwing flour, pillows... anything you could find and making a total mess of the place. But you guys didn't care. Too lost in the moment to care...too happy... too in love.

Notes: thankfully it didn't accidentally delete again like last time 🥲 this is actually my first time writing fluff in literally forever sooo I hope you like it 🤗 also, send me some requestss!! your girl loves to write but most of the time can't figure out what to write :,)

[msschemmenti]

one year down, forever to go

emily prentiss x reader

monday morning guest— part two

a/n: i’m actually very surprised how much y’all enjoyed the first part of this because it was in fact a crack idea i came up with randomly !! but here’s a second part and i apologize if it sucks i really had no clue where this was going <3

a/n to the a/n: also my requests are open if y’all wanna request something :)

“you’re married?!” garcia was the first to exclaim and emily sighed in exasperation. she eyed her chosen family and knew she wasn’t getting out of answering this. at all. 

“Technically i’m divorced now.” emily grimaced as she watched garcia’s face contort further in confusion.

“How can this be? How did you get married and divorced within the hour? You know I thought we were done with secrets after you faked your death but i see I was wrong and you actually don’t love me.” garcia grumbled as she threw herself on the couch in disdain. 

“Uh- Penelope, this is not the same thing. I found out at the same time you did.” Emily scoffed as she ran a hand through her hair. She lowered herself behind her desk and made to pick up a file, hoping the team would take the hint. Wishful thinking.

“Oh no, none of that. Spill.” Tara grinned as she perched on the arm of the couch expectantly. Everyone follows her lead in getting comfortable. 

“Aren’t there some case files out there you should all be working on?” Emily groaned, nodding toward their desks in the bullpen. 

“Sure, but this is far more interesting.” JJ grinned with a shrug. 

“Yeah, if I recall correctly it was only a little while ago that you were hyperbolically recounting my wives. And low and behold, you’ve got a wife of your own.” Rossi goaded. 

“How many wives are you at?” Luke asked, easily distracted but ever happy to be included. 

“Not the point, Newbie. Stop distracting. We’re here to learn about Emily’s secret wife, not Rossi’s 6 wives.” Garcia chastised, turning everyone’s attention back to Emily. 

“God, I’m not getting out of this am I?” Emily asked, and when everyone shook their heads her shoulders slumped, and she accepted her fate. 

-

backpacking through Europe may have been her best idea yet, or so she thought at least. y/n didn’t seem to agree. they were nearing the end of their spring break and as beautiful and adventure filled as the days had been— the younger woman was ready to get to a hotel.

“em, if we take one more turn you’ll be carrying me back to civilization.” y/n groaned.

“back to civilization? there’s like 60 people hiking the same trail we’re on.” emily rolled her eyes.

“okay and? i haven’t seen a mall in days. i’m going through serious withdrawals.” y/n sighed as they did in fact take another turn.

“oh stop your whining, we’re almost at the hotel. i told you, we could spend half the trip backpacking and the other half in the lavish luxury you dream of so often.” emily smiled over her shoulder, reaching for y/n’s hand to pull her down the trail.

“i just don’t understand. your mother damn near begged us to use her hotel and resort recommendations and you want to be outside. in nature’s home. couldn’t have gotten that from your mom.” y/n lamented, putting up very little fight as emily guided her further through the park.

emily listened to her complain for most of the days they’d been out but she really couldn’t think of any other person she’d want with her. meeting y/n had been rather serendipitous. she’d just started her mastered at yale and moved into this astronomically expensive apartment in georgetown. and she was hell bent on supporting herself. so she’d found a restaurant looking for waitresses and put in an application. on her way out the hostess had changed and she’d rather dumbly stopped at the station with the application in her hand.

“hi?” the woman chuckled, eyeing the brunette curiously.

emily’s cheeks reddened under the woman’s gaze and she cleared her throat. “uh, hi. they told me to give my application to the hostess but i don’t see her anymore.”

the woman leaned against the hostess stand with a chuckle and reached her hand out to accept the paper. “that was nina, she works mornings. i’m the evening girl.”

emily nodded disjointedly and handed the application over, “morning girl is nina. so that makes you?”

the hostess grinned and leaned a bit further toward emily, “that makes me y/n,” y/n looked at the top of the application searching for a name. “emily.”

emily smiled and rubbed the back of her neck, “nice to meet you.”

y/n smirked as she eyed emily, “you’ve never had a job before have you?”

emily’s cheeks reddened instantly and she grimaced, “is it that obvious?”

“yeah sweet. it’s real obvious. but you’re cute, so i’ll put in a good word for you.” y/n shrugged and headed back through the restaurant with the application. emily’s cheeks felt like they were on fire but it only worsened when y/n sent a flirty wave over her shoulder before disappearing behind the bar.

and from that day on they’d been inseparable. y/n was working her way through law school and even after emily had been rightfully fired from the restaurant, y/n had become her favorite person. somewhere during the first year of them knowing each other they finally gave into the ever present flirtation and got together.

that’s how they ended up in europe anyway. emily was graduating in a few months and this was set to be her last big hurrah of freedom before diving head first into work. she’d sold y/n on the beauty of europe and also her company.

“i don’t know if i ever told you. but anytime mother and i were in france, i spent most of my time with my grandfather up in his cabin in the french alps. there was a 10-year stretch where he didn't come down off the mountain. he had no electricity, no running water, and his food supplies came from the land. those were some of my fondest memories.”

at emily’s explanation, y/n quieted a bit and leaned in to kiss her lips sweetly. “well i guess it’s not that bad then. as long as i can get you drunk tonight?”

“i guess. not like i can say no to you.”

“not like you ever have before. if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”

and drunk they did get. so much so that they woke up with little to no memory of the night before. rings on fingers and heads pounding. they were married.

-

“So what, now you’re like Rossi? A profiler with a hot ex-wife?” Tara asked as Emily brought the story to a close. Emily glared at the woman but shrugged a little in defeat.

“well she didn’t seem too upset when she left. if anything she seemed eager for something…” spencer pointed out.

“that’s right boy genius, she thanked me. a scorned ex wife wouldn’t have done that!” garcia nodded frantically, pinning emily with a glare.

“well we are divorced. i signed the paper but while she’s in town, she’s agreed to let me make up for the twenty years of marriage i’ve missed out on.” emily replied, cheeks flushing as everyone cheered and whooped.

“when? where? what’s the plan?” garcia pestered.

“i don’t know penelope, she only just left. plus with our work load who knows when i’ll be able to actually take her out.”

garcia shook her head in determination, “mark my words, i will make sure this happens. i can smell a second wedding already.”

emily looked at the tech analyst in disbelief and jj seemed to get the hint. “alright cupid, let’s leave emily to ponder her date ideas.” emily gave jj a grateful look as she watched her corral everyone out of her office.

second wedding was a bit extreme but she really did hope between her and garcia’s wishful thinking that she’d be out with y/n very soon.

-

“took you long enough. i thought you might’ve changed your mind.” y/n grinned as the hostess brought her over to emily.

emily stood with a sheepish smile, it had been 3 weeks since y/n had popped back into her life and as much as she wanted to get their date on the books— serial killers really stopped at nothing. “trust me, if i’d had it my way we would’ve been doing this far sooner. but alas, serial killers don’t care about my social life.”

y/n laughed softly pulling emily into a hug, “well i’m glad you could pencil me in. between solving your murders and jetting all over the US.”

“you make it sound so glamorous.” emily chuckled, pulling the seat out for y/n and taking her own seat.

“well there is a sort of luxury involved with having a jet.” y/n replied with a shrug.

emily rolled her eyes affectionately, “sure, when you’re not on your way to a gruesome crime scene.”

“well you got me there, you always did have a stronger stomach than me when it came to all that criminal stuff.” y/n smiled as she pulled the menu open.

“you know me, compartmentalizing at its finest.” emily shrugged opening her own menu as well.

“ah ah ah, i was there when you invented that excuse. it didn’t work then and it won’t work now.” y/n tsked.

“you really haven’t changed.” emily smiled with a content sigh.

“you know what i always say, if it not broke—“ y/n started.

“don’t fix it.” emily finished just as the waitress returned to take their order. with orders placed, a bottle of wine poured they both settled into a familiar volley.

“so you seem to know everything that’s happened to me in the last twenty years but i’m a little in the dark.”

“well i only know what your mother knows, which im sure isn’t much considering it’s your mother. but i’ll bite. after you graduated, i finished out law school. i think by then you’d started you undercover work though. started working and haven’t stopped since.”

emily nodded, “right right, and you got engaged while you were married to me.”

y/n scoffed with a laugh, “hey! you’re one to talk, miss i had to be resurrected. my engagement— while short lived was a big mistake. i was young and tired of being alone. but as i said before finding out i was still married was the least of my worries then.”

emily nodded sadly, knowing the pressures of loneliness very well. “loneliness will do that. also can i just explain my whole death arc, so you’ll stop holding it against me?”

“absolutely, be my guest.”

“so there was this super evil guy, i went under and he kinda fell in love with me—“

“fell in love with my wife?”

“shh! yes unfortunately he did. well obviously he went down for his crimes but he escaped prison and came after my team. and he really wanted me dead and impaled me with a chair leg.”

“a chair leg?! you can’t be serious.”

“yes a chair leg, and he got away. so it wasn’t exactly safe for me to be living and that led to me faking my death. and spending my recovery alone in paris.” emily explained.

“well where the hell is he now?”

“dead. my team was very adamant about avenging my death.” emily smiled watching the younger woman nod in approval.

“good. nobody murders my wife and gets away with it.” y/n glared before winking over at emily.

both women talked over their food, flirting like old times, and really just enjoying each other’s company. once their plates had been cleared, a waitress brought out a slice of pie with the words “happy anniversary” drizzled across the plate.

“well well well, you weren’t kidding when you said you wanted to make up for those missed anniversaries.” y/n smiled, holding a spoonful of pie out for emily to eat. she accepted the offered sweet treat with a furious blush, but couldn’t help to think just how whipped she still was for this woman.

-

emily sighed happily, pulling y/n through the streets of dc. one of y/n hands was wrapped in her own while the other held a bouquet of flowers emily had purchased no their post-dinner walk. when they made it back to the parking lot, they reluctantly walked over to y/n’s car together.

y/n grinned as she leaned against the hood of her car, emily’s hand still in her own. she watched as a smile curled on emily’s lips and at the sight of that dimple y/n pulled her as close as she could out in the parking lot. “well em, i must say this was a rather enjoyable belated anniversary celebration. i can only think of one thing to make it perfect.”

“oh really, and what would that be? you know i’ve always strived for perfection.” emily asked, eyes flickering between y/n’s eyes and lips.

“you always were an overachiever. glad to see that’s still the same.” y/n grinned, pulled emily into a kiss that lit their bodies on fire. if there was one thing emily prentiss could do, the woman could kiss. and 20 years seemed to only add to her skills. y/n held out for as long as she could but when could feel her heartbeat in her ears she reluctantly pulled away to breathe. emily looked down at her smugly and pushed a lock of hair out of her face. boy did she miss that.

“next anniversary is on me?” y/n whispered against emily’s lips.

“well i sure like the sound of that.” emily agreed easily.

one anniversary down, only about 19 more to go.

[turcott3]

be my baby

brandt clarke x fem! reader

warnings?: kissing, cursing, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, flufffffff

masterlist

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“mmm” you groaned as you were awakened by the sensation of your boyfriends lips latched on you neck, his hands placed around your waist, you hands finding their way to his torso.

“good morning.” he says quietly, pressing smooth kisses to your jawline as you smiled, eyes lightly shut, content with your boyfriends affection.

“morning.” you sigh, opening your eyes, taking his cheeks into your hands and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“you look so beautiful right now.” he smiles, brushing the hair out of your face.

“right now?” you reply, cocking an eyebrow.

“i mean, you look perfect all the time, i just wan-“

“brandt i was kidding, thank you m’love.” you mumble against his cheek, his hands wandering closer to your bum.

“always.” he replies confidently, running a soft thumb over your cheek bone, bringing your lips back to his lovingly. you felt a certain electricity in this kiss that told you this was gonna go all the way. your heart thumping in your chest.

he helped you tug your shirt off over your head, hardly connecting your lips, his hands cupping gently around your exposed breasts, giving them a slight squeeze, rolling over so he’s leaned over you in nothing but boxers, what he slept in.

“can’t wait to love on my girl.” he mumbles, kissing your jawline, running his hands down your waist.

“can’t wait to show her how beautiful she is, and how much i love her, and how good she is for me.”

“brandt please.” you whine, growing wetter by the moment, trying to nicely get him to shut up and fuck you. he chuckles as he runs two fingers over the fabric of your underwear, pushing it to the side.

“patience baby, promise we’ll get there.” he giggles.

“you’re taking forever, less talking, more fucking. and kiss me please, i miss your lips.” you frown as he smiles, bringing his lips back to yours with no hesitation, sliding himself inside you simultaneously, your moan muffled by his lips. you could feel the smile on his cheeks as he thrusted deeply and slowly, feeling every inch of his thick cock pumping in and out of you. you gripped onto his back as he picked up his pace a little bit, his lips latching back onto your neck just like they were when he woke you up, nipping lightly in the skin as your fingers tangled in his soft, ginger, locks .

“so fucking good baby, so good for me.” he mutters, locking eyes with you as he snapped his hips into yours, a moan quickly turning to a yelp.

“oh my god brandt.” you groan as he speeds up, your walls tightening slowly around him as he hounded your pussy, pumping as deep as he could get, leaving room for absolutely nothing else.

you locked eyes with him, your heart growing more and more as you saw nothing but love in his eyes. you could feel how pure his love for you was simply in the way he held you as he made love to you. he held you like you were a delicate piece of art work, he would never dare to hurt you. he wouldn’t dream of it.

you were obsessed with the way his cock fit inside you, the way his lips fit onto yours like a perfect match, the way his grip on you was so protective, and loving. you were obsessed with him, and he pushed you to your limit, quicker than you ever could with any other man.

“you’re getting so tight, fuck, cum for me baby. i’m getting so fucking close.” he grunts as your nails dig harshly into his skin.

“fuck.” you whine as you’re pushed over the edge, spilling over into your climax as his cock twitches, filling you to the brim with his own, the milky substance dripping from you as he pulled out breathlessly.

“made such a mess.” you tease as he runs his tip through it.

“i did.” he smirks, you reaching down to pump his, still hard, cock.

“again?” he asks and you nod, him instantly diving back into you.

-

“whatcha making?” you ask, drying your hair with a towel as you walk into the kitchen after a quick shower to recover from the multiple fuckings you’d just received.

“well, i’m making waffles, but im trying this new batter i saw.” he says, nodding to a box on the counter.

“you saw where? brandt we never go grocery shopping.” you laugh.

“instacart exists y/n. we are adults okay.” he scoffs, sliding you the box.

“protein waffles?”

“yeah, i figure it would be good since we just worked out intensely for like two hours.” he says in that voice you always adore.

“yeah i guess you’re right. you know, you’re really getting me in shape.”

“guess we should keep it up huh?” he says with a cheesy grin, turning his head to face you and you giggle, latching onto his arm, watching him open the waffle iron.

“yeah we should, maybe even more.” he say raising your eyebrows.

“and i thought i was the dirty one.” he scoffs, making you a plate and handing it to you, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple as you made your way to the couch.

“enjoy my love, i hope they’re good.” he says as you walk off.

“baby, anything you cook and put effort into is good.” you reply, taking a bite.

“really? i really don’t feel like im a good cook. i don’t know maybe i just didn’t pay attention in the kitchen that much when i was growing up. my mom loves cooking, im really surprised she didn’t teach me at least the….” he continues, but you’ve tuned his voice out, watching your boyfriend talk was one of your favorite things, god he yapped, but you adored him the most for it.

you watched as he continued talking about cooking, making each waffle carefully, his tongue occasionally poking out of the corner of his mouth during pauses between sentences, zoning out on his gorgeous jawline and perfect side profile.

“y/n? y/n.” he finally says, snapping you back into reality.

“what? huh? sorry.” you reply, him giggling at the bright shade of red your face turned when he caught you admiring him.

you’d never adored a guy so much. his cheesy giggle, his ginger hair, his bright smile and most importantly the way he treated you, it was pure perfection.

he was the one lover any girl would dream of, you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him again, as soon as you could.

[hotvintagepoll]

Charles McNaughton (Treasure Island)—he is such a weird little weird pirate in this movie!!!! the whole movie is creeEEEEeepy at this point, weird characters showing up at the bar FREAKING jim hawkins ass out, but charles mcnaughton's black dog (the first of many weirdos) takes the cake for me.

Dwight Frye (Dracula, Frankenstein)—he's my babygirl please please please please please i want to baby bird feed him flies and spiders and pick him up and make glitter edits of him and give him gross forehead kisses like he's my cat. in dracula he was so incredibly creepy that he was typecast as madmen for the rest of his life and he fucking hated it but by god if he didn't do a fantastic job. he steals the show every time he's up on screen just because he's so fucking deranged. i need him

This is round 1 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Charles McNaughton:

Link to the entire movie of Treasure Island [1932]—McNaughton comes in at 12:02. I haven't seen the whole movie in a long time so go forward with caution for content warnings!

Dwight Frye:

He absolutely owns the entirety of Dracula (1931). Compared to the novel, his part is massively expanded and it's clear why. He's magnetically unhinged and his facial expressions are pure scrungle. And in Frankenstein, he begins the archetype of Frankenstein's assistant even if the character's name there is Fritz. He'd still go on to play other scrungly guys in later Frankenstein movies. But he's kinda the archetypal and progenitor of the scrungly lil guy.

The scrungliest guy ever to scrungle. He's pretty much the blueprint for every mad scientist's assistant, and he's the best part of every movie he's in. He manages to make you feel sorry for the creepy little dudes, even when he's eating spiders and crawling across the floor.

[editor's note: content warning for the "hunchback" stereotype and "madness" in the clips below]

the "Rats" soliloquy:

I saw him in Dracula and frankly he has me bewitched. I could watch him do his silly routine forever. The gay tension with Bela Lugosi onscreen was frankly unparalleled. Kirk and Spock levels. I am chewing on the furniture

Played the weirdo little guy in Dracula AND the weirdo little guy in Frankenstein in the same year. Iconic.

I honestly think it would be a crime to ignore Dwight Frye's scrungle factor. He played two of the prototypical creepy little henchman as Dracula's lackey Renfield and Dr. Frankenstein's hunchback servant Fritz, and I believe that his excellence in these roles absolutely shaped the future character tropes of the "Igor" type as much as Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff shaped the future understanding of Dracula and Frankenstein's monster. He's got it all from the looks, to the manic energy, to the crazed laugh, I'm telling you right now that I think he could win the entire tournament.

The scrungles to end all scrungles! There's a reason why this man codified the manic vampire's familiar and the hunchbacked lab assistant for generations, because by God can this man be feral and scrungly: Whether he's soliloquizing about rats as Renfield, scurrying around Frankenstein's lab like a spider as Fritz, or skulking around dark alleys (and scaring the hell out of little baby me) waiting for a fresh heart to steal as Karl, if you want a scrungly little man for your classic film, Dwight Frye is your man. He has the range to play varying kinds of scrungle, with his wide eyes, his manic smiles, his soft, breathy voice, he is truly an undisputed scrungle master.

[autisticsupervillain]

It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters...

Siffrin vs Asriel Dreemurr!

Conditions:

Act 5 Final Boss Siffrin vs God of Hyperdeath Asriel.

Scenario:

Asriel begins to reset time in an attempt to regain his childhood with Chara. This pushes Siffrin into the full depths of their mental breakdown, as he refuses to let his experiences with his family be erased.

Analysis: Asriel

Long ago, two races ruled over the Earth: Humans and Monsters. Then, one day, a war broke out between the two races and the Monsters were sealed underground by paranoid Humans. It wasn't until years later that a human ever saw a monster again.

This Fallen Human, named Chara, was found by the young Prince of monster royalty, named Asriel Dreemurr. The two quickly forged a close sibling bond as the Dreemurrs adopted the child, getting up to all sorts of mischief and play. Chara grew to sympathize with their new Monster family and hatched a plan to set them free from the caverns of Mt. Ebott.

Chara would poison themselves by eating some beautiful flowers and then have Asriel absorb their soul. Asriel would use his newfound power to cross the barrier that sealed monsterkind underground and gather the souls of six other humans to destroy the barrier completely, freeing monster kind. But... Asriel could not bring himself to take a human life when the time came and instead put his friend's body to rest in their home village. The Humans saw Asriel carrying the body and assumed he killed her. Even if Asriel had been willing to fight back, Monster bodies are weak against the killing intent of a human. Asriel had barely enough to strength to make it back to his home before his body turned to dust.

This dust landed on a glorious golden Flower, which was experimented on by one Dr. Alphys. Alphys injected the flower with an element known as Determination, a component of a human soul that could control time. Resurrected without any of his emotions intact, Asriel fell into dispair. He took the name Flowey the Flower and set about using his newfound ability to SAVE and RESET the timeline to torment the Underground, basking in his new philosophy of Kill or Be Killed.

One day, a new human fell into the Underground. Frisk, the last human soul needed to break the Underground's barrier. Flowey would use them as a pawn to absorb the six human souls that his heartbroken father had collected in his grief stricken rage, before then absorbing the Souls of all the monsters in the Underground.

Asriel was reborn as a God and he would use his new power to relive his idyllic childhood forever. Reset everything to Zero and have it all over again.

As a Monster, Asriel already had the ability to directly attack, destroy, and even absorb human souls, but when he became Flowey, he became something that was not quite a Monster either, giving him the ability to destroy Monster souls as well. As such, unless and entity has the ability to resist one directly interacting with their soul, he could easily absorb or destroy it in one blow with any attack. All Monster attacks are known to effect the soul directly.

Avoiding said attacks is easier said than done, due to the wide variety of them at his disposal. While they might be named childish and immature things like Hyper Goner or Giga Blaster, they are still Bullet Hell attacks with a very wide spread and the potency to potentially end the entire world. His Hyper Goner attack, for instance, casually erased an entire timeline and that was before he ramped up to using his full power.

Moreover, his Determination can override the time powers of other people. Even Omega Flowey was strong enough to completely erase Frisk's save file and prevent them from saving the game. Asriel is far stronger than him by this point and could very easily reset you back into an attack and just... kill you over and over again. Or reset the entire timeline so that you never existed.

Asriel is easily the most powerful thing in the entire underground, but the power came with an unexpected boon. He could feel emotions again. Moreover, he could feel the love of all the souls inside of him again. Not only could the souls within him turn against him... they could remind him of who he once was.

Asriel was Asriel again and he felt all the pain and grief that he'd been unable to feel for years crashing into him all at once now. Asriel's god-like form faded away and revealed who he truly was. A scared, traumatized child balling his eyes out and desperately wishing to see his friend again.

So, Asriel processed the grief and he let himself move on. He shattered the Underground's barrier and let all the souls within him go free. He would fade back into Flowey again soon, emotionless and cold again... but he could finally let his family move on.

Analysis: Siffrin

The journey is nearly over. The Heroes of the land of Vaugarde have arrived at their last stop. The King plans to freeze the entire Kingdom in time forever and only these five plucky heroes stand in his way. Mirabelle, the Chosen One, once a mere Housemaiden at the House of Change, handpicked by the Change God themself to save the day. Isabeau, the Fighter, a former Defender who quit his job in protest of his cowardly coworkers to help save the land. Odile, the Researcher, from the far away land of Ka Buan, researching a mysterious subject. Bonniface, the Kid, a plucky preteen hoping to rescue their sister from being frozen in time. And Siffrin, a rogue with a mysterious past that even they don't remember. They're the only ones who stand between Vaugarde and its eternal fate. Their battle tomorrow will decide the fate of everything.

As such, Siffrin immediately dies from a rock. Well, that was quick.

Siffrin wakes up at the start of the previous day again, with all his memories in tact. As it would seem, he's stuck in a time loop, repeating the final battle forever until they defeat the King.

Luckily, Siffrin has all of the skills he needs to carry their team to victory. Despite his missing eye, Siffrin is the fastest of the team, keeping a keen eye out for traps and treasures and leading the group through dungeons. Combat in this world functions on the basis of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Literally. Due to their bladed weapon, Siffrin is Scissors aligned, being highly effective against Paper foes and weak to the blunt force of Rock attacks. Despite this, he does eventually gain the ability to use attacks aligned with Rock and Paper, giving them full coverage in combat.

In a fight, Siffrin knows sufficient Craft spells to allow them to speed up himself or allies, lower enemies attack and defense, heal allies, and allow himself or others to temporarily heal overtime. This is all culminates in Siffrin's ability to keep his memories and get stronger from loop to loop, gradually growing stronger over constant retries until he's completely outstripped his teammates.

With literally infinite tries available, it was only a matter of time until Siffrin and his found family defeated the King. But, that's not where it ended. He looped again without his consent and woke up the previous day. Now completely at a loss for what to do, Siffrin would gradually go insane repeating the past two days over and over again. Trapped in an eternal prison only he's aware of that not even death can save him from.

As it turns out... the true architect behind Siffrin's misery was the forgetten magic of Wish Craft.

Craft is the magic system of this world, through which one literally Crafts the target into the shape of their own will. Body Craft crafts your own body, while Time Craft crafts time. This ability is reliant on the user's own power, rendering certain feats impossible simply because no mortal being could possibly muster up the energy required. Hypothetically, using Time Craft to stop time for even a single second would kill a person instantly from sheer exertion.

This is where Wish Craft comes in. Wish Craft, well, crafts wishes and calls upon the full power of the Universe itself to grant them. That's how the King can stop time, by being empowered by the very Universe itself.

Now, Wish Craft can do some pretty ridiculous things. Things such as turning people into sentient stars, creating perfect doppelgangers of people with all their memories, erasing all color from the universe, and even erasing entire countries from existence so hard no one can ever remember they existed.

Such is what happened to Siffrin's home country. One day, Siffrin just woke up without a home. No past, no name, no family, nothing. Being found by Mirabelle and joining her on her quest was the only purpose in life he could remember. They were the only family he had left.

So, Siffrin made a wish. Wishing that when the journey was over, he wouldn't have to leave his family behind. The Universe combined this Wish with the Wish that Vaugarde be saved by the heroes and trapped everyone in a time loop. Now the heroes will always save Vaugarde and Siffrin will always have their family. Forever.

As the time loops are centered around Siffrin, they respond to his ever deteriorating sanity as Siffrin tries to escape his unknowingly self made prison. Stuff like Siffrin's memories impacting reality. Siffrin can use their memories from each time loop as equipment for various different effects. Memory of Sadnesses causes foes to run in abject terror of them and Memory of Emptiness can resurrect him the instant he dies and bring them right back into the fight on the spot. Siffrin can even give up his memories to fast forward through time, provided he's already lived through those events.

As Siffrin dissociates from reality, reality itself breaks in response. Anything that violates the mandate "Save Vaugarde" and "Keep Siffrin with family" resets on the spot, be that death, non-lethal incapacitation like getting put to sleep or frozen in time, or even an action that permanently damages his relationship with his family. Undone. Gone. Reality itself begins rotting. Ghostly versions of Siffrin from past loops appear and dissipate. People get trapped in time loops of repeating the same dialog or trying to exit the same room over and over. Memories of the past overlap with reality until Siffrin can't tell what's real anymore.

As the time loops run on Siffrin's own raw power, amplified by the universe as it may be, he's constantly starving as a result of sustaining it. Eventually, he can barely even stand.

In the end, Siffrin's power transforms him into a giant starry monster, passively eating stars out of the sky as his raw power threatens to end all reality. In a grueling confrontation with his own family, Siffrin breaks the universe so hard color starts to exist again.

....Really, the final fight here is just the final battle of Undertale from Asriel's perspective, huh?

Thankfully, Siffrin does not blow up the world. An emotionally fraught conversation with his family, reassuring him they’d never abandon him, calms them down long enough to burn out all their Wish Craft. With their Wish technically fulfilled, a content, freshly traumatized Siffrin vows to continue traveling with their family. Putting the demons of their past behind them.

Siffrin will never be able to return to the home he lost. That's just a simple fact. But after this fraught journey across Stars and Time, Siffrin can find a new home, with a new family. Here. Now.

Throwdown Breakdown:

This is pretty blatantly the most thematic fight we've ever had on this show and I'm comfortable in saying that it's actually fairly close.

Seeing as how these two break time just by existing, speed more or less equals out. Though Siffrin would have a slight edge from speed amps as the fight wore on. Attack power, however, is a different story.

Now, I was gonna go into detail examing how many loops Siffrin and his counterpart Loop have likely created in order to make an estimate for how big the In Stars and Time universe is and how many timelines it has.... but the creator in a Q&A says no.

One timeline. One universe.

Undertale meanwhile, is more up for debate. With no official statements on how big the universe is, Asriel could be destroying as many as 6 or 100 timelines depending on how you interpret certain lore, such as the different SAVE files and the various FUN values. This would give Asriel an exponential advantage in strength, far beyond what Siffrin's ability to manipulate stats would compensate for.

Though, even if Asriel is interpreted as strong as possible and one shots, Siffrin would just time loop straight back. The King learned that the hard way. Or didn't learn it because it got Time Loop- you get it.

Asriel's Determination wouldn't likely interfere with Siffrin's loops. Determination users may be able to override each other, but that's moreso just because that's how Determination works. Wish Craft is a different power source entirely, one granted to Siffrin externally by the Universe. As such, Asriel, say, keeping Siffrin from moving as he did Frisk or destroying Siffrin's soul would just get looped away.

So, could Asriel simply run out the clock until Siffrin burns up all his Wish Craft with hiw own time powers. Definitely possible, but I do see a few things in Siffrin's favor.

1. A solid skill advantage. In the epilogue, Siffrin goes to visit their sole companion through the time loops, named Loop. Loop reveals that they're actually a previous version of Siffrin who never got free from the time loops and now they want to steal his happy ending.

Siffrin no longer had Wish Craft. He could not loop. Loop still could, indefinitely. And Siffrin was fresh off of nearly working themself to death just sustaining his power in the final battle. Despite this, Siffrin won simply by beating Loop over and over and over through sheer skill alone that they completely gave up.

Combine that with Siffrin's experience traveling with the party leading up to In Stars and Time and Siffrin has a definite advantage. Asriel's experience in combat amounts to tormenting the exact same people over and over again with no real risk of failure because he could always just reset. That's a stark difference.

2. Fear. Memory of Sadnesses allows Siffrin to passively instill fear in his opponents. Asriel, particularly at this point, is susceptible. Not only does he have no resistances to emotional manipulation, but he's just now feeling emotions for the first time in years due to finally having souls again. In that particular headspace, supernaturally instilled fear has a high likelihood of being devastatingly effective on him. After all, we see how badly Flowey reacts to suddenly being able to feel fear after all this time in the Genocide Route. Unlike Frisk, who is the Player's puppet, or Chara, a kinda abstract demon ghost thing by the end of the Genocide Run, Asriel has no defense.

Siffrin, meanwhile, has gone completely off his rocker by this point in the story. His desperation to keep his family and escape the time loops has peaked, so they annihilate anything in their way with ruthless efficiency. Since Asriel is a direct threat to their family here, that malicious intent, when combined with his faultering Determination, will be very effective in wearing the God of Hyperdeath down into the terrified child Asriel is deep down inside.

So, in other words, Siffrin wins by being such a terrifying monster it breaks Asriel's will to fight entirely. Exactly the kind of monster Siffrin fears that they are deep down, further fueling his desperation to hold on to his family and making the events of Act 5 even worse. No one wins and everyone is unhappy with this outcome.

This Throwdown's Winner(?) Is...

Siffrin!

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

Octavia Godparent

Octavia x God parent!Reader

Platonic/sfw/fluff/comfort/angst kinda?

Octavia deserves a better parental figure than Stolas.

Fairly oddparents AU

Octavia a teenager who lives in the mansion as a moody teenager.

Her parents argued again as they shouted at eachother blaming that Stolas slept with an imp and Stella is angry at Stolas slutty behaviour as Octavia turned her music up.

Octavia feels miserable as she holds her knees to her chest. Stolas forgets his daughter promises as she felt upset.

“It’s not fair all he thinks about is that man I wished I would see the stars…” She threw the useless gift her dad gave her in the bin as she kick the bookshelf one book fell onto the floor.

Octavia hold the book in her hands as she goes in her room she brushed the dusty book off she smelled the scent from the book that smelled like…dark chocolate and cinnamon?Octavia hold it in her arms hiding it as she goes to her bedroom as she shut the door she take the chains off with her magic as she opens the book a puffy smokey vortex blow up out of the book as there’s a silhouette came out.She coughed covering her mouth as she her a deep voice.

“Awww….feeling the misery already?Do no worry wart!For as I….Y/N THE HALF ANTI-FAIRY!Will shall help you cheer up!!” A blue skinned fairy with a sharp elf ears,a floating yellow crown,a demon wings and a very old ancient clothes appeared out of the smoke as they use a huge wand as their own prop as they put on the smug face they walked around Octavia in circle.

“What even are you anyway?Are you a grown adult playing dress up and pretend to be a fairy for Halloween?” She looked Y/N roasted them as they were speechless. “Ah- I’m sorry what?”The Half Anti Fairy looked at Octavia in confusion.

“You know you should try a better fashion sense than this.” Y/N is offended by her “No I’m not wearing a costume!Anyway…AHEM!I am your fairy godparent! I will make any wish you desire,Octavia!”

“Wait how did you know my name?”

“Well it’s said you’re name on my list after all and you freed me!Damn it’s been 100 that I am trapped in that cramped book!"You stretched as the bone cracked.

“Wait you said that you were trapped in the book for 100 years?”

"Yes by your ancestors and Jorgen Von Strangle they used their magic to trap me in here!Cursed your ancestors...." You said bitterly in your voice at the end of the sentence. "Okay there are rules or whatever,Do not tell anyone about fairies do exist if you do tell you'll forget me and I'll disappear forever."

"Okay I won't tell anyone it's not like I am a very talkative person..."

"So where am I?Am I in Hollywood or...."

You open the curtains as you see redness everywhere that in fact that you are unaware that you are in hell as you scream from the red that blinded you.

"AHHH!TOO MUCH RED!!"You covered your eyes while rolling around on the floor Octavia watched you in confusion.

You heard a loud shouting walked with your prop limping as you see two adults arguing eachother as you are confused. "That's my mom and dad, Stella & Stolas...they are always fighting."

"Oh and what caused them to ruin their relationship?"

"My dad cheated on my mom with a man." Octavia says as you turn your head slowly with a disgusted expression as your face darken. "Do you want me to turn your father into a cockroach?"

"What no!" Octavia tried to stop you as Stella walked passed Octavia ignoring you and Octavia you immediately make Stolas fainted by shooting a beam from your wand.

Octavia is shocked by your actions as she was about to tell you off you control Stolas standing up like a puppet.

"Hello daughter I was wondering we could see the stars together!"

"What have you done to my dad?!" Octavia scolded you as you put on a smug face. "Oh you know I changed his personality to be a good father he is and guess what he deserves it!"You poking his eyes making fun of him.

"So you said you want to make a wish?What do you wish for Octavia?"

"I wish I want to see the star."

The wand began to glow as the portal appears as they see spaces filled with stars and beautiful atmosphere. They are both wearing a spacesuit as you smirk feeling proud of yourself.

"Wow it's so beautiful..." Octavia smiled as she began to float she is confused as the you pulled the rope down to you. "Come on let's jump like we're on the moon!" Octavia jump with her mind control dad as you watch them. Octavia began to smile feeling the joy in her again as they are both having fun.

After many hours she flopped onto the bed as you put her unconscious dad to his bed. You walked in the room as you see Octavia smiling as you tucked her up.

Stolas keeps getting nightmares for his karma as you and Octavia have so many fun and wish everyday. You both go on the adventures,disguise as a teenager demon to hang out with her in public,see the stars and go out for food.

You sit next to Octavia staring at the sunset as you looked down at the reflection of the water having flashbacks of your past.

"Please don't take my child away!"

"Mom!"

"Y/N NO!!"

"Y/N are you okay?"Octavia puts her palm of her hand on your top of your hands as you sigh in sadness.

"I'm okay it's my past... I'm the one who caused bad things happened I'm the one who keeps putting everyone in danger."

"Octavia if you grew up and become the queen would you ever forget who I am...?"

You began to raise her better as a god parent as you feel happy again after 100 years trapped in the book you'll always find the right person who came into your life.

"No why would I ever forget about you? Your the best parent I needed in my entire life."She hugged you without a warning as you tear up feeling butterfly in your heart as you feel comfortable with your godkid.

What happened to Stolas great question he have been turned into a tasty chicken nugget he is so delicious with the dip sauce.

[86espresso]

there’s holy ground beneath them, and sparks fly when they kiss ✯ jh86

-> insta edit (my first one. be nice ill cry)

-> high school sweetheart!jack <3 bc yes

-> I love him bye

-> other things coming soon dw I didn’t forget 👊

-> under the cut !

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ynzonedout my boy<3 and also cam york’s boy apparently<33

replies . . .

jackhughes baby I can explain 😔

ynzonedout is there something you need to tell me ://

cam.york j, babe, don’t ✋

ynzonedout wtf

jackhughes I was gonna tell u eventually 😔😔😔

alexturcotte have some decorum yorkie that’s a taken man

ynzonedout tell him.

trevorzegras 💻👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

jackhughes oh! that’s

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jackhughes look at her go !!

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ynzonedout oKAy but I did so good omfgfoMFG

jackhughes you did amazing bambi ☺️

ynzonedout but I didn’t fall over this time so bambi doesn’t check out ✋✋

jackhughes you fell over taking off your skates. off the ice

ynzonedout DELETE DLETEY

ynzonedout why do you hate me

jackhughes wtf I would stab trev for you

ynzonedout aw ur so <33

trevorzegras EHAT THEVFUCK

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ynzonedout you see this when you enter a room. what would you do 🎤

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alexturcotte run in the opposite direction FAST

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jackhughes nightmare blunt rotation

colecaufield notice how his sense of humor skyrocketed after he started dating bambi…

ynzonedout oof

jackhughes the heck. ur right 🙄

cam.york ALL at the same TIME 😮‍💨

ynzonedout none of those words are in the bible

jackhughes skshjskwjwaj

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jackhughes @/ynzonedout lookinf suuper extra fine today I need her mroe than air 😪 LOVE her so baf

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ynzonedout jackie, baby, this is your public instagram

trevorzegras accidentally gave him too many edibles thats on me

ynzonedout ofc ur at the scene of the crime

trevorzegras ??!!??/)$ cole was involved

jackhughes bsmbi come iver imy:((((((((((

ynzonedout omw baby just two mins of homework left 🥹

quinnhughes just projectile vomited

ynzonedout lowkey ate down 🎤

colecaufield lookin goood ma’am

alexturcotte stunna

user1 proof that your fav white boy needs a baddie in his life

ynzonedout ur so adorable im jumping ily :)

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ynzonedout happy 18th birthday to my fav princess angel white girl jacklyn <3 despite the growing pressure on you and big things coming up, you never fail to make me feel like the only girl ever. you’re the sweetest and kindest ever, everyone deserves a you. my forever crush, i love you to death. muah 💗

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jackhughes im drowning in my own tears.

jackhughes bambi wtf ill end it all i love you so much 🥹🥹🥹 thank you baby

alexturcotte my heart

trevorzegras ill actually cry. who knew you had a heart

ynzonedout im in ur Walls

colecaufield everyone’s crying. The streets exploded. bambi this is too much for all of us

ynzonedout THE STREETS EXPLODDE

ellenhughes aw this is adorable :)

ynzonedout thank you for your contribution to society 🧎‍♀️

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jackhughes 1 week before the draft. cant wait !! ✊ replies . . .

ynzonedout im so fucking proud of you the fuck. What the fucking fuck im sobbing

jackhughes language 😔

ynzonedout no im fucking emo rn dont even

ynzonedout WAIT

ynzonedout jack oh myfuckingh god COME OVER RN my columbia letter just came in I can’t open it

jackhughes SHUT UP IM LN MY WAY IM shaking

alexturcotte columbia wth

trevorzegras ayo WHAT

colecaufield DID YOU GET IN

user3 COLUMBIA IS SO CLOSE TO NEW JERSEY AND ITS IN NEW YORK

cam.york everyone start freaking out like right now. bambi and jack will probably live toGETHWR SKSJKSJS

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ynzonedout happy weekend <3 a girl doesn’t deserve less

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jackhughes proud doesn’t cut it, angel girl. you deserve all this and more 🩷

ynzonedout jackkk 🥹🥹🥹 you mean everything to me

jackhughes also we r so getting our own place and living together

ynzonedout damn fucking right we ARE

alexturcotte brb crying

trevorzegras you guys 🥹

colecaufield #bambijackforever agenda going strong . who’s dropping acid in my eyes

quinnhughes great achievement!! you’re so smart tf

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ynzonedout I hope you know how proud I am you were created 🩷 @/njdevils if you suck the youth out of him I’ll suck the soul out of you 🔪

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njdevils 🫡🫡🫡

jackhughes BABE. we’ll get in trouble

jackhughes honestly couldn’t have done it all without your support. I love you :)

ynzonedout love u more forever :))

a/n: if I made mistakes no I didn’t. feedback appreciated but only the nice kind 🩷

[bitterbutblue]

COUGH COUGH NEEDING IDEAS??

AM I SUMMONED???

anonymous letters from Robin. she never goes out of anonymous since she doesn’t do this often and doesn’t know how you would think.

then the next day she approaches you, asking about what secret letter you have in hand like she didn’t sneak those into your bag herself :3

Bonus if you tell her anonymous letters aren’t really your thing then just never read it LMFAO

Anyways just need to go back to doing work 🤧

~ 🍷

~ omg we're going back to the LOSER ROBIN AGENDA guys .. in my head the most loser coded IN SECRET is robin (mostly because i love her and im very much attracted to loser coded women even though i am one myself)

making this a high school/college au :] ~

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⤷ she thinks she's being soooo slick

⤷ robin is your typical popular girl- gorgeous looks and incredible smile and the kindest soul you've ever met. every guy thinks they have a chance with her, and she just laughs at them because we all know what she is

⤷ one day, she sits down next to you in the lecture hall for some fucking reason and you're just like. Okay? Um. Wow.

⤷ You did not focus that entire lecture btw u were focusing on trying to act normal and okay and totally not freaking out that your long term crush was sitting next to you in all her glory

⤷ that evening back at your dorm, you found an odd letter in your bag. no sender name, nothing. just a blank envelope.

⤷ lowkey creeped out so you threw it out

⤷the next day however...

You really didn't expect her to sit next to you again- you spent all of last night rationalising to yourself WHY she would choose to sit next to you of all people. The lecture hall had been quite full at that point, maybe that's why she sat next to you? Maybe her friends just didn't want to go to the 9am lecture, that also made sense. Yeah. That's probably why.

Throwing your bag down on the ground as you collapse into the uncomfortable lecture hall chairs, you sigh in exhaustion. These 9am lectures were really starting to get to you and you're struggling to keep your eyes open as you take a drink of your coffee.

"Hey."

You look up tiredly, only to widen your eyes in shock when you see Robin, once again, standing next to you.

"Can I sit here?"

She sounds awfully nervous, barely looking at you and you just nod in confusion and she smiles at you and you want to squeal. She sits down, body tense as she awkwardly pulls out her iPad and whatever else she needs for the lecture. You wonder why she's acting so off.

"Everything okay?"

Robin freezes, a light pink dusting her cheek as she nods awkwardly.

"Splendid. I mean- I meant great, who says splendid anymore... Jesus..."

You just eye her oddly as she turns redder, mumbling awkwardly to herself.

The entire lecture was the most awkward experience of your life. Robin would not stop side eyeing you and a part of you began to panic- did she find out about your crush on her? Is that why she's acting so weird around you? But why the fuck is she still sitting next to you then? Oh god, you need to avoid her forever from now on. The second the lecture ended, you ran out of that damned hall before Robin even had a chance to open her mouth, your bag already packed 5 minutes before the professor even ended. You missed the way she stares dejectedly at you, a crushed look in her eyes.

She thought you read her letter and hated her.

You thought she found out you were in love with her.

Robin refused for you to end things like that though. In the middle of the goddamn fucking night, as you were studying, a knock on your door.

"What the fuck..." You mumble tiredly, throwing down your pen and walking over to the door to check through the peephole whoever the fuck it would be bothering you at night "March, if it's you I-"

The rest of the sentence dies in your throat, throwing open the door frantically.

"Robin!?"

There she stood, eyes red from tears, sniffling as she hugs her jacket close to her body.

"What the fuck- it's almost 12am! What are you doing?"

"If you don't feel the same way, why don't you just tell me!"

"What??"

You take her hand, pulling you into her room and you miss the way her cheeks flush at the contact and her wings flutter slightly as you slam the door shut.

"What are you talking about?"

"If you don't like me that way, you should just tell me instead of hiding like a coward!" She sniffles

What.

You stare at her, eyes wide and mouth agape and in other circumstances, Robin would've probably laughed.

"What?"

"Don't act dense!"

"What are you talking about??"

Robin groans in frustration, angrily wiping her tears away.

"The letter!"

"Huh?"

"The- what? Did you not read it?" Robin's angry gaze falters when she takes in the full extent of your confusion, and you tilt your head to the side like a lost puppy.

"Wh- that was you??"

"You didn't READ IT?"

"Why would I read a letter addressed to no one."

You two just kind of stare at each other, uncomfortable silence filling the room as Robin begins to flush from embarrassment.

"Wait, so why were you acting weird when the lecture ended?"

Now it was your turn to flush from embarrassment.

"Don't change the subject! What was so important about that letter?"

"You're literally changing the subject as we speak- why were you acting so fucking weird?"

You cleared your throat, crossing your arms in frustration as you awkwardly stared to the side.

Fuck it.

"I thought you found out I had a crush on you and that's why you were acting so weird and awkward around me this morning I'm really sorry we never have to talk about this ever again." You say in one breath as you stare down at your shoes, mumbling quietly.

Silence. She's probably going to storm off any minute now, she'll tell everyone you're a weird lesbian freak, and-

You gasp when you feel a tug down on your collar, and before you know it she has her lips on yours and her hand on your cheek. You sort of just stand there at first, frozen and not knowing what to do.

"Oh no, was that too much? I'm sorry-"

"Huh..."

You just stare at her, dazed as you move your hand up to gently touch your lips and Robin practically melts on the spot.

"I like you too, you dumbass. You would've known if you didn't throw the letter away! Why would you throw a letter away, what if it was something important like-"

"Can you kiss me again?"

That managed to shut Robin up as she turns red again, a shy look forming on her face before stepping close to you, tiptoeing slightly as she places a hand on the back of your neck before kissing you softly and in that moment you really regretted throwing the stupid letter away- but hey, she's kissing you and you're smiling like a kid in a candy store. Can't complain.

[anonymousewrites]

Pearl of the Sea Chapter Twenty-Three

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Three: Calling the Brethren Court

Summary: (Y/N), Jack, Barbossa, and the pirates arrive for the Brethren Court. Meanwhile, multiple enemies begin to circle.

            (Y/N) watched the vibrant coast of Shipwreck Island grow closer as they sailed towards it. The green trees of the island hung over the cliffs, and the blue waters felt alive.

            “Look alive and keep a weather eye,” said Gibbs. “Not for naught it’s called Shipwreck Island. Where lies Shipwreck Cove and the town of Shipwreck.”

            “Not very creative people, the founders of the town,” observed (Y/N).

            Jack grinned. “You heard them, step lively.” He watched the crew prepare for heading towards the cove itself. “For all that pirates are clever clogs, we are unimaginative when it comes to naming things,” said Jack to (Y/N), completely agreeing with them.

            “Aye,” said (Y/N).

            “I once sailed with a geezer who lost both his arms and part of his eye,” said Jack.

            “What’d you call him?” asked (Y/N).

            “Larry,” said Jack.

            “He went through all that and didn’t even get a fun nickname, what a disappointment,” said (Y/N), turning to watch the crew prepare to make port. They frowned when they saw Barbossa call Pintel and Ragetti to his side.

            “Take this fishwife to the brig,” said Barbossa, looking at Tia Dalma.

            (Y/N) moved towards her as she was guided towards the stairs. “What are you doing? She’s our friend.”

            “She is a witch who wants her own goals to be met,” said Barbossa.

            “I am so much more,” said Tia Dalma, narrowing her eyes. (Y/N) felt the sea pull around them, and their skin itched. She looked at (Y/N). “But I am your friend. Remember that, dear child of the sea.” She disappeared belowdecks.

            Barbossa didn’t like that. Tia Dalma was dangerous enough trapped in this form. Once she was released…her fury would be unleashed on them. And yet she seemed fond of (Y/N). So what was her plan with them?

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            “I believe you are familiar with a person called Calypso,” said Beckett, pouring another glass of tea for himself and Will while Jones stiffened.

            “Not a person,” said Jones, fearful for the first time in his existence. “A heathen god. Who delights in cursing men with their wildest dreams and then revealing them to be hollow and naught by ash. The world is well ride of her.”

            “Not quite so well, actually,” said Will. He had heard from Jack all he needed to. “The Brethren Court intends to release her.”

            “No! They cannot!” said Jones. “The First Court promised to imprison her forever! That was our agreement.”

            “Your agreement?” remarked Beckett.

            Jones was caught and had to answer. “I…showed them how to bind her. She could not be trusted. I-She gave me no choice. We must act before they release her.”

            “You loved her.” Will saw the truth plainly. “She’s the one. And then you betrayed her.”

            “She pretended to love me,” seethed Jones. “She betrayed me.”

            Will rose and faced Jones. “And after which betrayal did you cut out your heart, I wonder.”

            Jones shoved the teacup out of Will’s hand, and it smashed on the ground. “Do not test me,” he said slowly.

            “I hadn’t finished that,” said Will. “You will free my father.” He faced Beckett. “And you will guarantee Elizabeth and (Y/N)’s safety. Along with my own.”

            “Your terms are steep, Mr. Turner. The nereid…I had my own plans for them,” said Beckett. However, if he wanted Will to give him the information he desired, then he’d…pretend to go along with his terms. It wasn’t as if he needed to go along with a bargain with a pirate in the end, anyways. “We will expect fair value in return.”

            “There is only one price I will expect: Calypso murdered,” said Jones.

            “Calypso’s aboard the Black Pearl,” said Will. “Jack has sailed the Black Pearl to Shipwreck Cove.”

            “And with you no longer aboard her, how do you propose to lead us there?” said Beckett.

            Will held up the compass he’d gotten from the Pearl. “What is it you want most?”

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            Tia Dalma sat in her cell and listened to the waves around her. She could hear the vibrations of the pirates of Shipwreck town cheering running through her, and she knew the Court would begin any moment now. Her freedom as Calypso would be on the line. But until then, she would sit with the waves and her candles and pray to the pantheon gods she was once a part of.

            A soft music box chimed, and the sound echoed through the brig. Tia Dalma’s eyes opened, and she stood. From the shadows, Davy Jones approached. He held his music box locket and gazed into her eyes.

            “My sweet,” said Tia Dalma. “You come for me.”

            “You were expecting me,” said Jones.

            “It has been torture,” said Tia Dalma. “Trapped in this single form. Cut off from the sea. From all that I love. From the sirens, the mermaids, the nereids, my dear family. From you.”

            “Ten years I devoted to the duty you charged to me,” said Jones. “Ten years I looked after those who died at sea. And, finally, when we could be together again, you weren’t there.” He snapped the locket closed, and the music cut out. “Why weren’t you there?”

            Tia Dalma smiled sadly. “It’s my nature. Would you love me if I was anything but what I am?”

            Jones turned away as if struck. “I do not love you.”

            “Many things you were, Davy Jones,” said Tia Dalma. “But never cruel. You have corrupted your purpose and so yourself. And you did hide away what should always have been mine.” She reached through the bars and touched his chest, right above the empty space where his heart should have been.

            Jones gasped. Upon her touch, all his monstrous, cephalopod-like characteristics faded to reveal a simple, human man. Tia Dalma smiled and reached up to touch his face. Jones reached through the bars and touched her face gently as if afraid she’d disappeared upon his touch.

            “Calypso,” he breathed reverently, lovingly.

            “I will be free,” said Tia Dalma softly. “And when I am, I would give you my heart. And we would be together always.” She drew her hand back. “If only you had a heart to give.” Without her touch, Jones’s monstrous features returned.

            He reached through the bars with a claw-like hand and grabbed her neck.

            “Why did you come?” said Tia Dalma, refusing to cower.

            Jones stared at his claw and withdrew it. He melted through the bars of the cell and advanced on Tia Dalma. She took several steps back.

            “And what fate have you planned for your captors?” Jones didn’t answer her question and gave her one of his own.

            “The Brethren Court?” said Tia Dalma savagely. “All of them, the last thing they will learn in this life is how cruel I can be.” She paused. “And I will release the nereid. They are trapped by magic meant to have them assimilate with humans. I will give their sea spirit the freedom it deserves.”

            “Beckett will kill them,” said Jones.

            “You mean he will order you to kill them,” said Tia Dalma. She sneered. “Because they will not be tamed.” She stared at Jones. “Know one thing—they are blessed by the sea. They are born from it just as I am.” She raised her chin. “Just as I deserve my power returned, they will have all of theirs.”

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            (Y/N) was amazed by the countless amounts of pirates gathered at Shipwreck Cove, a group that hadn’t gathered for years, but they were not amazed or surprised at the chaos of it all. The town towered above them with rickety buildings built haphazardly on top of one another. Still, (Y/N) could feel the waters thrumming with energy and the freedom in the air.

            “There has not been a gathering like this in our lifetime,” said Barbossa, looking at the town as they approached.

            “And I owe them all money,” said Jack, wincing.

            Oh boy.

            Barbossa groaned and ignored Jack for the rest of the trip to the “courtroom.” At it, as many pirates as possible had crowded into the small room while the nine pirate lords took their places around the table. Sao Feng was still missing, but Barbossa didn’t have a care for it and banged a makeshift gavel made of a cannonball. The murmurs of the crowd died down, and everyone faced him.

            “As he who issued summons, I convene this, the Fourth Brethren Court,” said Barbossa. Everyone sat in their places. “To confirm your lordship and right to be heard, present now your pieces of eight, my fellow cap’ns.”

            Ragetti walked around with a bowl and collected the “pieces of eight.” In reality, they were just small trinkets, almost junk—a pipe, a playing card, a broken bottle top, tongs, spectacles, and a cup made up seven of the pieces.

            “Those are the pieces of eight?” said (Y/N), not judging but curious.

            “Aye,” said Gibbs. “The original plan was to use nine pieces of eight to bind Calypso. But when the First Court met, they were to a one skint broke.”

            “Calypso is the goddess of the sea, right?” said (Y/N)

            Gibbs nodded. “Aye. And she was bound to a human form so that the seas could be tamed and sailed.”

            (Y/N) frowned. They believed the ocean should be free, so even if it was a dangerous goddess they were discussing, they weren’t sure about keeping her trapped. It felt wrong to deny a force of nature freedom.

            “Master Ragetti, if you will,” said Barbossa once Ragetti got to him.

            “I kept it safe, just like you said when you gave it to me,” said Ragetti.

            “Aye, you have. But now I need it back,” said Barbossa. He knocked Ragetti on the back of the head and caught his wooden eye as it popped out. He put it in the bowl, another piece of eight.

            “Sparrow,” called one of the lords.

            Jack touched a bead and coin tied into his hair before walking forward. “Might I point out that we are still short one pirate lord, and I’m content as a cucumber to wait until Sao Feng joins us.”

            Why does he want to wait? Don’t be playing any more tricks, Jack, thought (Y/N). They never ended well for anyone.

            “Sao Feng’s dead.”

            All heads turned to a pirate walking into the room. Elizabeth, dressed in Singaporean clothes and a pirate’s hat, stood before a group of pirates that seemed to be following her lead.

            “He fell to the Flying Dutchman,” said Elizabeth.

            “Lizzie!” said (Y/N) in relief. Despite how angry they’d been at Elizabeth, they were relieved she was alive. Now, how to tell her Will was stuck in the brig of the Pearl and they hadn’t visited him at all was another matter…Not for now, though.

            “The plagued ship!” said a pirate lord, the woman from China. Murmurs went up in fear of the Dutchman.

            Elizabeth stabbed her sword into the globe to mark herself as present. She sent a quick smile to (Y/N) to assure them that, despite her acting serious to get the pirates to listen her, she was glad to see them.

            “He made you captain?” exclaimed Jack. “They’re giving the bloody title away now.”

            “Que lo manden al diablo!” cursed a pirate lord.

            “Listen. Listen to me,” said Elizabeth. “Our location has been betrayed.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes went to Jack, and he avoided their gaze. He had sworn not to lie to them, and he hadn’t, and he fully intended betray Beckett and protect them and piracy, but things, as in the past, had gone a bit pear-shaped so far.

            Plus, it had really been Will to betray everyone. Hopefully he hadn’t signed away (Y/N)’s fate in any bargain he made (not that Jack even considered the possibility. If one pirate present was safe, it was (Y/N). They had too many powerful people trying to help them. Jack had a soft spot for them, Elizabeth was now a lord and was their family, Will had helped raise them, Barbossa even seemed amused by the teenager and was fond of them, and even Tia Dalma liked them).

            “Jones is under the command of Lord Beckett. They’re on their way here,” said Elizabeth.

            “Who is this betrayer?!” said the African pirate lord.

            “Not likely anyone among us,” said Barbossa, keeping everyone from turning their weapons on one another.

            “Where’s Will?” asked Elizabeth.

            “Not among us,” said Jack. “And he does know how to escape cells.”

            (Y/N) groaned. Will and Jack were terrible at making deals and double-crossing people since it always backfired. If they survived Beckett, (Y/N) was kicking both their asses and going to be a way better negotiator at sea.

            “It matters now how they found us,” said Barbossa. “The question now is, what will they do now that they have?”

            “We fight,” said Elizabeth.

            (Y/N) nodded in fervent agreement. They weren’t going to cower. If they were going down, it would be showing Beckett that the seas weren’t to be controlled.

            The other pirates scoffed and laughed at her suggestion. (Y/N)’s skin itched at their derision, and they took a deep breath as they felt a pull from the water outside. They were, apparently, full of magic, and they would prefer to not accidentally flood the town.

            “Shipwreck Cove is a fortress,” said the Chinese representative. “A well-supplied fortress. There is no need to fight if they cannot get to us.”

            “There be a third course,” said Barbossa. All heads turned to him. “In another age, at this very spot, the First Brethren Court captured the sea goddess and bound her in her bones.” The pirates nodded. “That was a mistake. Oh, we tamed the seas for ourselves, aye. But opened the door to Beckett and his ilk.” (Y/N) nodded approvingly. “Better were the days when mastery of the seas came not from bargains struck with eldritch creatures but from the sweat of a person’s brow and the strength of their back alone. You all know this to be true.” A murmur of assent rippled through the lords. “Gentlemen. Ladies. Honored guests. We must free Calypso.”

            Shock silenced the entire court. Then, chaos broke out. People were shouting in English, Mandarin, Spanish, various African dialects, and every other present nationality’s language. All were outraged, shocked, and fearful of the suggestion to free Calypso.

            So we have Calypso with us? Who— (Y/N) paused. Ah. Tia Dalma.

            It made sense. She told (Y/N) she was a part of the sea in a similar way to them. She was the goddess of the sea, like they were a spirit of it. (Y/N) suddenly felt very nervous at how candid they always were around Tia Dalma—should they call her Calypso while in human form or not?—despite her truly a goddess. Hopefully, (Y/N) hadn’t made a fool of themself and gotten on a goddess’s bad side.

            “Shoot him!” said the Spanish lord.

            “Cut out his tongue!” demanded the African lord.

            “Shoot him, cut out his tongue, then shoot his tongue. And trim that beard,” said Jack.

            “Sao Feng would have agreed with Barbossa!” said one of the Singaporean pirates.

            “Calypso was our enemy then, she will be our enemy now!” said the African lord.

            “It’s unlikely her mood’s improved,” said the French lord.

            “I would still agree with Sao Feng. We release Calypso.” The Spanish lord pulled out his pistol as he spoke.

            “You threaten me?” said the French lord, walking towards the Spanish lord.

            “I silence you,” spat the Spanish lord.

            He raised his pistol, and the French lord punched him in the face. The pistol went off into the air as he fell back. Everyone shouted, and the fight began properly. The French and Spanish launched at each other, and it wasn’t long before everyone else joined in the fray.

            (Y/N) crossed their arms and tapped their foot. They knew they shouldn’t join the fight, and it was only because they were so annoyed they hadn’t yet. They wanted everyone to settle down and handle the issue instead of squabbling. As much as (Y/N) itched to let out their energy, they wanted to use it against Beckett.

            “This is madness,” said Elizabeth.

            “This is politics,” said Jack, shrugging.

            “Meanwhile, our enemies are bearing down upon us,” said Elizabeth.

            “If they not be here already,” said Barbossa grimly.

            (Y/N) sighed. “We need to focus.”

            “How do you get this lot to focus?” grumbled Elizabeth.

            (Y/N) grabbed their pistol and stepped onto the table.

            “Uh, laddie?” said Jack.

            Bang!

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Futile Devices | Part 3

Pairing: Noel Gallagher x childhood-best friend!reader

Plot: There's nothing quite like realizing your feelings once it's too late. But what would life be without a speck of hope?

Previous part

He‘s observing you. His blue eyes are moving up and down your body as if it’s a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. Something that would vanish as quickly as it appeared in front of him. His friends sitting next to him are all trying to talk to him. Their mouths are close to his ears, trying their absolute best to get just a fraction of his attention. But God, he just couldn’t care any less. Even if he would try to make an effort to care (a gun to his head and all that) he just physically couldn’t bring himself to it.

He hates the loud music that is blasting from the speakers. Noel finds pop music obnoxious and aggravating.

“It’s just made to make a lot of money!”, he had told you one evening. “What about the Spice Girls?”, your question earned you a rolling of eyes. And he had said something along the lines of “them specifically!” Yet, right this second he’s their biggest fan; forever grateful that they produced ‘Say You’ll Be There’. And maybe, just maybe he has to thank them in person the next time he sees them at the Brit’s. Perhaps even apologize for what his fool of a brother said about them.

“Any fool can see they’re falling”, you loudly sing along, throwing your upper body forward. You’re facing your friend who is mirroring your movements:” I gotta make you understand: I’ll give you everything, on this I swear, just promise you’ll always be there!” Your singing was followed by a giggle.

Noel chuckles while taking another sip of his drink. He would do that, just for the record- if anyone cared to ask him. His eyes move down to your hips and monitor closely how they sway to the rhythm. However, when two big hands find their way onto the soft material of your dress he clenches his jaw. Damon. Fucking Damon Albarn. Your new boyfriend.

“You’re fucking joking.”, Noel said, while running his hand down his face. “Well, he’s really nice!”

“Oh! He’s nice!”, Noel repeated your words, his voice thick with annoyance and mockery:” You do know that his band and my band have this thing going on, right?”

“You mean that stupid rivalry?”

Noel closed his eyes in unadulterated frustration and leaned back against the couch:” Stupid riva-. I can’t believe this.” He shook his head in disbelief. Just the mental image of you and Damon together made his blood boil. “Imagine if I was dating Lily!” Now it was your turn to stare at him in shock:” That is not the same, Noel! She stole my boyfriend!”

“And Damon stole my awards.”, he angrily answered even though he desperately wanted to say your name instead.

“Are you okay?”, a voice next to him snaps him back into the present, and when Noel twists his head in the direction of the voice he makes eye contact with a stunning blonde. He swallows thickly. “Yeah, I’m good.”, Noel lies. Out of the corner of his eye, he can catch a glimpse of how you and Damon make out with one another.

The woman in front of him chuckles, while her eyes roam the crowded room before landing back on his lips:” Want to get out of here?” And without glancing back at you he simply nods his head.

[raihann1]

STOP

When I tell u the corpse bride and CP fic was so unexpected but so needed. Basically

I LOVED IT OML😭 IT'S ACTUALLY A REALLY CREATIVE CONCEPT AND A FUN READD AHH

Anyway, if you could make a part two I would be forever grateful. But don't push urself, I don't mind waiting<3 AND UR ART IS ADORABLE--

Okay, I'll leave you be now. Have a great day/night 🤧

🦋The other man⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖Eyeless Jack x Reader 2.

NOTES: AW THANKS!! Im going to continue this series untill its basically the whole thing, who should Victoria be? 😭

OLD!Notes: Gosh I love Corpse bride.. how about eyeless jack as a corpse husband though? 😼

Unaccurate E/J

This was made to fit F!readers sorry :( 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚✶🦋☆🦋★🦋☆🦋★🦋✶ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

You ran, ran for your damn life. What even was that thing?! No way in hell would you get catched by that! You ended up bumping headfirst into a large tree, whimpering in pain you saw the figure slowly making its way towards you. Your vision was blurry but you knew it was him. It had to be. You tried running agian only for you to embarassingly hit your head once agian on the same tree. You shook your head and dashed out of there. Slipping on ice and dashing through the forest as the figure seemed to try and reach out for you. The sharp branches you dashed through seemed to grab you and hold you in place as you gasped as one clung onto the collar of your shirt.

"Oh god!" You whispered as you trudged through them making it towards the bridge.

Crows seemed to appear out of nowhere and soon everything seemed peaceful once agian. Your breathing was heavy as you conciously looked around. Sighing in relief once you saw no trace of the man. You walked slowly backing away when suddenly.

BAM

Staring right back at you was the man, or demon or whatever this monster was! You gasped in shock. Backing away eyes widened as he slowly stepped closer to you reaching out for you.

"You may kiss the bride." The mans raspy demonic voice said as you could just sense he had a shit eating grin behind the mask. ---------------------------- Ｔｗｏ Your vision was blurry as you noticed two figures. One was the man, and another.. a skeleton.

A skeleton?!

"A new arrival?" The skeleton said intrigured.

"She must have fainted, are you alright?" He said tilting his head and reaching to place one hand behind your head.

"W-what happened.." you said seeming dazed.

"Looks like we got a breather!" The skeleton said its face inching closer to yours.

You gasped in shock.

"Does he have a dead brother?" A lady said shoving the skeleton out of the way.

"She's still soft!" A child like skeleton said joyfully.

You backed away, slowly moving upwards and taking in your surroundings.

"A toast!" A short skeleton with a cutlass shoved into its body said raising his glass. Another skeleton removed the weapon as the weird drink dispensed into his cup.

"To the newly weds!" He continued as the cutlass was once agajn plunged into him.

"Newly weds?!" You said astonished.

"In the woods! You said all those vows.. so.. perfectly!" He said gently grabbing your hand where a gold rusted ring was.

"I-i did?!" You said staring at your ring finger.

"I did!" You said realizing, you fell hitting your head over and over agian.

"Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!!"

"Coming through! Coming through! My name is Paul," a talking head said.

You gasped agian.

"I will be creating your wedding Feast!"

Suddenly a boy with blonde hair, black eyes and blood seeping from them appeared. He seemed to be some kind of glitch, a virus? His voice sounded of a child.

"Wedding feast?! Fuck yes!!" He sajd giggling as his whole body seemed to glitch.

"Your "husband" smiled and nervously laughed."

"Viruses.. hah.." he said.

"Oh!" You said almost falling AGIAN..

"Keep away! You grabbed the cutlass from the tiny skeletons body, struggling to retrieve it."

"I- i've got a.. dwarf and am not afraid to use it!" You said shaking.

The room gasped.

"I want some questions...NOW."

"Answers." The skeleton corrected you.

"I think you mean answers.."

"T-thank you yes..answers, I need answers."

Your "husband" seemed shocked.

"W-whats going on here! Where am I!" You said fumbling.

A pool ball fell from a pool table awkwardly.

"Who are you?!"

"Well.. thats kind of a long story."

"What a story it is, a tragic tale of romance, passion and a murder most foul." A skeleton in a top hat said.

"This is gonna be good!" The small skeleton said as you looked confused.

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Notes: you should listen to Remains of the day so it makes it more realistic :). Here are the changed lyrics!

Hey!Give me a listen, you corpses of cheerLeast less of you who still got an earI'll tell you a story, make your skeleton cryOf our own judiciously lovely corpse spouseDie, die we all pass awayBut don't wear a frown 'cuz it's really okayYou might try and hide, and you might try and prayBut we all end up the remains of the dayDie die die, yeah yeah, die die dieWell! A man is a gem known for miles aroundA mysterious stranger came into town she was angel like good lookin' but down on her cashAnd our poor little baby he fell hard and fastWhen his mother said no, he just couldn't copeSo our lovers came up with a plan to elopeDie, die we all pass awayBut don't wear a frown 'cuz it's really okayYou might try and hide, and you might try and prayBut we all end up the remains of the dayDie die die yeah yeahDie die die yeah yeahDie die die yeah yeahDie die die yeah yeahYeah, so they conjured up a plan to meet late at nightThey told not a soul kept the whole thing tightNow her fathers suit it fit like a gloveYou don't need much when you're really in loveExcept for a few things or so I'm toldLike the family jewels and a satchel of goldThen next to the graveyard by the old oak treeOn a dark foggy night at a quarter to threeHe was ready to go, but where was She?She waited(And then) There in the shadows, was it a Girl?(And then) His little heart beat so loud!(And then) And then baby, everything went blackNow when he opened her eyes, he was dead as dustHis jewels were missin' and his heart was bustSo he made a vow lyin' under that treeThat he'd wait for his true love to come set him freeAlways waitin' for someone to ask for his handThen outta the blue comes this lovely young girlWho vows forever, to be by his sideAnd that's the story of our own, corpse husbandDie, die we all pass awayBut don't wear a frown 'cuz it's really okayYou might try and hide, and you might try and prayBut we all end up the remains of the dayYeah

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚✶🩸☆🩸★🩸☆🩸★🩸✶ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

Part 3 anyone?

[what-have-i-unleashed]

toxic doomed kist but with mermaid-coded dust

i don't have any plot or scene to write, only ✨vibes✨

dust, numb with homesickness, yearning to return to the place belongs. but this is his reality now, wandering between universes with no end.

dust, "soulless", apathetic to people around him. he cannot connect with them because he doesn't feel like a real "monster". everyone else is so strange. and dangerous. and he doesn't feel like he can reveal to them what he is.

dust, hunted. someone is always out there to get him. because he's precious. because he's valuable.

dust, cruel, ruthless. he will grab onto whoever close to him and drown them, killing them slowly in his embrace. the only form of closeness he can fathom. everything he touches dies.

dust, voiceless, mute. the sound of his own voice is a distant memory. something precious he cannot get back.

dust, yearning in pain. the one he looks at doesn't look back at him. every step he takes is like a thousand needles. does being close to his light like a moth worth it? maybe just watching is enough. maybe a broken heart is the price to pay.

dust, sitting in a bathtub filled with water. slowly sinking himself in it. the water tap is still on. the water is overflowing and spilling on the bathroom floor but he doesn't care. drowning himself in misery with bottles of alcohol littered around him. his head is fully underwater now. everything is quiet. everything is blurry. a poor imitation of home but you'd take it, because the emptiness is eating at you. just stay there at the bottom, bottom of the pool, bottom of the bottle. and maybe you'd feel something right again.

and killer steps in. does he notice you yet? does he wonder how you can live like this, breathe like this? does he know what you are?

maybe you should kill him. your brother says, giving you a blade. kill him and free yourself. return home to me. to us.

and you hold onto the blade, waiting underwater like the predator that you are. you can just snatch him and pull him down to your level. drown him. give him the mermaid's kiss. the last thing he knows before he dies.

but you hesitate. because you love him more than you love yourself. so you emerge from the water. and you ask.

do you know what i am?

he knows, and he doesn't pull away. and you're filled with more love/LOVE than you ever have in your life.

you know anyone who eats mermaid will live forever? i want you to live forever.

and so you offer him your body. your "soul". consume me. live forever. i want to be in you forever.

and he will. because he's a selfish person. but so are you.

and you never say the word i love you to him. and you wonder to your dying breath, in the red-stained bathtub, if he knows. but you don't know what possibility would be more painful.

"If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes I know you wanna go to heaven, but you're human tonight"

He says, "Ooh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon"

And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with the sounds

[leoxxii]

ok im editing my desktop themes again but im too tired to finish them up 2night. this post is a reminder to myself to FINISH DOING THAT!!!