#why did metal fans stop dressing like this???

[yaggerdangs-remedy]

Geezer Butler at the Woburn Abbey Festival 1967

[nvuy]

do u think boothill would be obsessed w readers waist . literally holding it pinching it using it to move them around etc he makes me a little crazy

yup.

always has an arm around your waist. and he always has to call you my man/my lady, otherwise it’s ‘honey’ and i’m not elaborating. he thinks he’s so smooth (dont tell him you can hear the fans whirring below his body). you’re, what, 2 years into this relationship and he’s still blushing at the ears and stuttering when you smile at him.

he can be smooth, sometimes. it’s all in the southern drawl, and also just him being quite touchy in general. has also like, 100% said, “well, hello, nurse” once or twice with a whistle when you walked in the room.

he’s not the biggest hand holder—he doesn’t like his hands at all—so he’d rather just squash you in tight next to him as much as he can.

he’s basically your guard dog. he’s always attached to you somehow, will bark and bite at anything that he doesn’t like coming close to you, and he feels like the king of the world knowing that he, some stupid hunk of scrap metal and junk, bagged you. nobody knows how he did it. he doesn’t even know. sometimes he thinks he’s dreaming.

he’s feel like an absolute gentleman as well, so there’s that too. he’s going to tickle you at any given opportunity, as well as give you a little squeeze. he’s got that sort of cuteness aggression inside him i think. if your back is turned, he’ll pinch your sides and nip at your neck like a puppy. he’s like that.

speaking of your back, somebody’s gotta call the mechanic if you’re wearing a top with a low or exposed back, or if you just take the damn shirt off entirely. he’s like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time if he sees even an inch of your spine. why are you seducing him like this. please stop staring at him with heart eyes when he’s stumbling over his words.

he can’t join you on beach days unfortunately—sand and water not great for the robo-body—but he will be reluctant to let you leave, considering you’ve got basically nothing on and he wants you all to himself.

he also loves your legs. please swing them on his lap and use his as a foot stool. he won’t even complain. don’t get him wrong, he loves you in formal wear; suit, dress, whatever you want, but by the gods when you wear shorts or a skirt his brain melts.

appreciates nice shoes as well. fancy formal wear sort of stuff. he’s a total sucker for it.

if you wear heels, he loves those too (makes you look taller so rawr) (he will do that cat purr rolling tongue noise i have no clue what it’s called) (also he knows any sort of fancy shoes hurt your feet so YAY he gets to carry you home!!!!!! he wins!!!!!!!!!) (he’ll hold your shoes in one hand and carry you like you’re made of glass. doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed. to be fair, he thinks you deserve to be carried everywhere. you’re way too ethereal to be touching the floor in any sort of way).

i just like the idea that he’s the biggest most loserish simp in the world. loves his partner more than anything in the world. whipped to all hell. will put a bullet in his head if it would make you smile.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Curiously enough, it was quite easy to get into the villain's lair.

On their way in, the hero had made sure to dress as their civilian persona - simply, to avoid as much attention as possible. Additionally, (they weren't proud of this) they had asked some of their colleagues to stage a bank robbery, with their best friend even wearing their suit.

It was a necessary measure, even though the hero felt horrible. Everyone included was just acting; heroes and civilians alike knew that it wasn't real. So, they hoped no one was actually getting hurt by accident.

Once the hero was in the villain's lair, they followed the dark hallways and hoped they wouldn't end up being cut into pieces by hidden lasers. They looked behind themselves every now and then to make sure they were alone but their paranoia was unfounded.

It was just them.

Eventually, they came to a stop in front of a giant metallic door and prepared themselves to somehow break through it. However, it opened immediately, without them having to lift a finger. They hurried through the door and found themselves in a giant hall with several workingspaces - one looked like a lab filled with several ongoing experiments, one was clearly for machine construction and the last one, full with monitors and here, the hero found them.

They were watching the live footage of the "bank robbery," but they didn't seem to be invested.

"...hey," the hero said. They couldn't believe their voice was shaking.

The villain turned around in their chair and looked at them, brows furrowing.

"That's quite a bit of trouble you went through to see me," the villain said. They stood up but the hero's eyes were still on the screen, following their friend's moves. It wasn't until the villain came to a stop right in front of them that they looked up at them.

"Oh, yeah. I...I really needed to speak with you in private. Thanks for letting me in." It would have never been easy to get into this place if the villain hadn't observed them the entire time. The villain gave them a once-over and it was almost comical how the both of them looked like two normal people.

Both in jogpants.

As if there was anything normal about this relationship.

"My pleasure." The villain stared at them, their gaze boring into the hero with curiosity. "You look a little pale."

"Yeah, sorry. I..." God, the hero didn't know where to begin. It was so embarrassing, so stupid that they were here. They supposed it was a mistake to bother the villain with something this trivial, this unnecessary. "I...fuck."

The hero let their gaze wander to the ceiling, desperate for the uprising tears not to drop.

"Hey, easy," the villain said. Their voice was gentle and the hero felt - even though they shouldn't have - so incredibly safe in here. Wasn't that stupid, too? That the hero felt safe with the villain?

"This is so stupid," the hero whispered under their breath. They hadn't expected to get this emotional. They usually never did when they talked about it. They closed their eyes and pressed their palm into their eye socket, taking in a deep breath. "I kinda need your help with something."

They took out their phone and showed the villain the picture.

"This person is stalking me," they said. Their voice was thin. They swallowed. "It's creepy. It's weird. They somehow got a job within the agency last week and it's been getting worse. A month ago, I saved them from, I don't know, something and ever since they have tried to get closer to me. Now, they know my identity, where I live, my friends, my pet, they know stuff from my past and they follow me around, they take pictures of me, I can't-"

The villain's gaze on the picture hardened.

"I can't get rid of them. I can't really defend myself. If the public finds out that I was rude or even aggressive towards a fan..."

"Do you want me to kill them for you?" the villain asked and the hero blinked a few times.

It dawned on them that they didn't really know why they were here in the first place. Sure, they wanted this problem of theirs to be gone, but they didn't know if they wanted this person to be eliminated.

"I don't know, I...I just can't do this anymore. I have talked to the agency and they told me they can't do anything without evidence. And I can't kill them, I can't...I'm just so tired of it. I am scared they will leak my identity or my address. Or they will take pictures of me when I am not careful enough. I've never felt this powerless in my entire life."

"This charade-" the villain pointed at the footage of the hero's friend with their thumb "-is to distract them, I presume?"

"Yeah, I've asked my friends and they are willing to help me, but they can't do anything either. I don't want them to get into trouble."

The villain was quiet for a moment. They stared at the screen where the hero's friend announced heroically that the danger was over.

"I understand if you don't want to get involved. Or if this is too much trouble for you. I don't expect anything," the hero clarified. "But if you have an idea or a suggestion on how I could deal with this, I'd be more than grateful."

"They think the both of you are friends, right?"

"Something along those lines," the hero said. It was actually more than that but they didn't want the villain to know about the repulsive flirting. The hero took a step towards them and reached for the villain's forearm.

Something to hold onto. Something to stabilize them.

"I'm...I am sorry," they said. They looked at the ground, embarrassed, and turned towards the door. "I shouldn't have come here."

The villain grabbed their hip.

"If you truly think I will let you walk back out there after everything you've just told me..." Their eyes were boring through the hero, demanding attention. "...if you truly believe I will let you be exposed to such abhorrence, you're truly dumber than I ever anticipated."

The hero stared at them, eyes wide.

"I...I can't ask you to kill someone for me. It's not right, it's not, it's-" The hero swallowed. They truly didn't want to cry in front of the villain. "What kind of hero does that make me? Some fucked up hero who asks their nemesis to kill people they don't like?"

"Do I look like I need to kill someone to get my point across?" the villain asked. They smiled gently. "Let me take care of it. You can stay here if you want to. For as long as you want to. I'll pick up your cat. I can get some stuff from your place."

"Don't you think that's pathetic?" the hero asked. "That I can't deal with this? I mean, I'm supposed to be one of the most powerful people in the city and sometimes I feel like I can barely breathe when I see this person."

The villain made a grimace, almost as if the hero had just asked them a question that deserved a slap.

"You tend to forget that you're human. Power doesn't replace fear. Most people think it does. But power only fuels anger. Or in your case..." The villain had never looked softer. "...kindness."

Silence.

"I believe it takes great courage to ask for help. And you being here means it's really bad," the villain said. They touched the hero's cheek, careful not to make any quick moves. "I won't kill them because it's your wish. But I will take care of this."

It was decided, then.

[sulumuns-dootah]

Your work inspires me so much!! If its ok, could i request something…? I´m in need of some angsty headcanons, since i dreamed about this particular scenario… How would the kings (who are deeply in love) react after discovering that his beloved MC is madly in love with one of their most faithful subordinates? MC has rejected their romantic advances before, but they are only now realizing why… And that… Hurts. I imagine would be Satan-Sitri, Beel-Bael, Levi-Foras, Mammon-Bimet?, Luci-Marbas? (my heart can't do this with Gami, its his little broo), and Belph-Beleth. Sorry if my english is bad, but thank you so much for your hard work!

WHB kings reaction to their crush liking someone else

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

A/N: Aw, thank you and dw your english is good! ^^

Warning: Some of these get a bit yandere :)

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Well, Satan is seeing red

He's unable to look at Sitri the same

In doing so he spends more time with Amy, which makes Sitri mad

The two eventually end up having an argument about it and if you haven't told Sitri yet, he's in for another shock

Being the good king he is, he won't stand in your relationship as long as you hide it in front of him

If he sees you two together without leaving a space for Jesus, one of you is getting kicked across the whole Hell

Also to add onto the angst: his visits to pubs and heavy drinking get more frequent

At some point it gets so bad that the smell of alcohol just carries with him, but his mind is still sound enough to be a king

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Oh...

Well, this is a first

Wanting something, but he can't have it?

So this is what it's like to be a common peasant

Mammon hates the feeling of that

He would never hurt you, you're his master and you're free to do what you want

Still, that doesn't mean that Bimet won't feel the sting of it

So Mammon gives him less and less change

Bet you feel stupid now, since Bimet has barely any money

Oh, and look... Mammon just so happens to be very hot and fanning himself with a stack of money

Care for a 5* hotel stay at the most expensive spa in all of Hell?

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Full Yandere mode

What, did you expect anything less from the king of Envy?

How foolish you are, really...

Leviathan gets commisioned a golden cage that's installed into his bedroom and that's where you stay

If you try to escape too many times, he'll even go as far as chaining you to the metal construction

For extra security, while he's away, there's at least five of his servants guarding you

If you're to go somewhere, it's only with Leviathan himself

Even Barbatos and Glasyalabolas can't be trusted

Oh, and Foras? He's lucky to even be alive

Anytime they cross paths in the halls, he's hanging from the cieling in a matter of seconds and isn't let go until he's passed out from the lack of oxygen

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Ahahah, nope

That doesn't stop Beel

No, he dosen't even acknowledge the fact

You're his

Bael? You fell for him while he was dressed up as Beel and now you're just confused, silly Y/N.

Is he gaslighting you or himself? Kinda both, actually

Poor Bael is just witnessing the whole thing and can't do anything about it

Beel is just an unstoppable force and nothing can change his mind

It's probably best to just let him forget about his feelings towards you

Let's hope that'll happen within your lifetime, otherwise youv'e got a stalker that defies all natural and supernatural laws

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Now, Belphie might be asleep most of the time, but that still doesn't mean you get to just run around and wanna be with anyone else

Oh, it's Beleth you're into?

Hm, looks like Belphie has to have a lengthy talk with him about it then

Since he hates long convos, it has to be short, sweet and straight to the point

And that's how Beleth finds himself smothered by the king's power as he's practically threatening to make him evaporate if he doesn't back off from you and reject all your advances

(Actually, you can still be in relationship with Beleth outside of the king's palace, but if Belphie finds out from someone else or smells your scent on Beleth, you're both gone)

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Lucifer tries to be as mature as possible, but there's still this jealousy gnawing on him from the inside

Asks Buer to help him with some meditation and breathing excercises to chase away his feelings and the thoughts

As one of the Seraphims, he had to learn to share God's love and this comes in handy

Actualy, what's wrong with having more than one partner? This is Hell, afterall...

The rest of his nobles know not to bring up you or Marbas in the same sentence or even the same context

Luci, being the demon of pride and all, firmly believes, that your feelings for Marbas are just temporary and soon you'll come to realise which demon is superior to that sex-crazed maniac

If things take a little too long for his liking, however, he's not against serving you a special type of tea strained through his underwear to speed things up

But don't worry, he's doing this for your own good :)

[notintattooine]

if only for a night

pairing: padmé amidala x anakin skywalker x fem!reader 

warnings: 18+, polyamorous relationship, sexual content (ffm). not proofread bc i overthink <3

a/n: this was shorter and sluttier than intended...i actually took months to finish this....anyway!!! enjoy!!!!<3

inspo credits to @bimbo-baggins17 <3 you made me realize i could absolutely post this :)

the gilded elegance of the senate meeting room felt like a dramatic contrast to the sterile meeting areas the council seemed to favor. you’d been trying to focus on anything but the ethereal beauty of the woman in front of you, senator padmé amidala. she was really impressive…… with a wonderful taste in windows, you thought to yourself. you’d (really) tried your best to listen to the discussion occurring but found yourself drifting into a daydream. finally, master windu suggested beginning preparing a celebration that was to be thrown later. you’d practically shot out of your seat- anything to regain the sense of control you 're supposed to have instilled into your being. (maybe that’s why you and anakin got along so well) 

of course the jedi goodbyes had begun, pleasantries engaged back and forth until obi wan finally put you out of your misery. accomplishing this by dragging you and anakin out, or (rather) trying to persuade the two of you to join in. padmé was talking about the celebration as she finally made her way over to the three of you, catching you first.

“and y/n, you’ll be there?” her voice had a slight hopefulness to it as her soft amber eyes met yours. “you’ll join anakin and me, won’t you?” the last part was low enough for only your ears to catch as she grazed her forearm against yours. her perfectly glossed lips pressed up into a smile as she placed her hand on the small of your back to lead you toward anakin. it was as if she’d electrocuted you, excitement trickled through every nerve in your body as you approached. 

anakin’s gaze shifted to something less friendly and more…playful as you two approached. his grin widened and his body language softened, welcoming you and padmé into his personal space. “we were hoping you’d join us?” 

“oh- of course” you managed to get out, flustered by the attention from the hottest couple in the galaxy. “i would love to.” 

-

“you’ll join anakin and me, won’t you?” padmé’s question had gripped your mind since it left her  lips. would you join them? it was risky, taboo, maybe even wrong. of course you would.

your mind seemed to be elsewhere while you laid out a dress from your closet, running your fingers along the silky fabric. deciding to put it on, slipping it onto your figure, you turned to the mirror. a smile crept upon your face as you admired the dress and its delicately embroidered lace details. it was rather flattering in the way it ruched and flowed in all the right places- it had been a birthday gift from padmé years ago. the color matched the sea foam green waters of naboo and brought fond memories of your youth along with it. fleeting moments of confessions in castle corridors and years of forbidden longing. 

-

you’d managed to make it to the celebration, eyes scanning the crowd of jedi for a set of more familiar faces. as you did, a metallic hand placed itself on your lower back. anakin smiled down at you, eyes traveling over your body.

“care to grab a drink?” his signature smile graced his face. “padmé will be here soon.”

you followed him to the bar, his hand sitting comfortably on your waist. you took a seat next to him before he ordered.

“two of my usuals.” he smiled, holding up two fingers. “thank you.”

you shrugged as the drinks arrived, hoping his taste in alcohol was as decent as his taste in women. you held the glass up to your lips before taking a sip.

you grimaced “oh stars-  anakin, what was that…. jet juice?”  his lips upturned in amusement. “not a fan?” he mused, wiping at the droplet that fell from your lip. 

“anakin, stop tormenting the poor girl,” padmé’s amused voice called as she approached, her figure resting gently against the bar counter. “you’ll scare her away.” 

-

“you sure?” padmé asked again as anakin’s teeth grazed your collarbone, intrusive thoughts winning as he sunk his teeth into the flesh. eliciting a yelp from you, swallowed by padmé’s kiss.

“never been so sure about anything.” you pulled back mumbling against her lips. switching to suck slightly on her bottom lip as you reconnected. 

anakin’s deft fingers slipped under your dress straps, urging it off. he gawked for a second, marveling at the sight of your nipples hardening against the cool air mixed with the aching in your core. mischief crossed his face as he attached himself to one of the nubs, licking a stripe then biting and repeating. your hands were searching for his hair as padmé slipped her tongue into your mouth. anakin tugged at the perked flesh, eliciting a moan that was straight of a holopad midnight porno from your lips. desperate for relief, your hips bucked, getting the message, anakin shoved his knee between your legs to part them. staring at you like he was going to consume you, he used his metal arm to bunch your dress up to your stomach, his fingers lightly grazing over the soaked fabric of your panties. 

“oh padmé, come look at this.” anakin grinned, looking at his wife. “she’s fucking soaked.” 

padmé smiled widely, “we’ll take care of you, y/n. won’t we ani?” anakin nodded in agreement. 

before you knew it padmé had her hips positioned over your face, your mouth watering at the sight. anakin aligned himself with your dripping sex, reaching to grip your hips as he began to sink his length in. holy shit. you could die right here right now. whining almost pathetically as he sunk in, your mind went blank only brought back to reality when you remembered the brunette above you. padmé let out a shaky moan as your breath fanned on her pussy. without warning you began, licking a fat stripe from her clit to her entrance and back. 

“maker mae, you taste fucking divine.” you mumbled into her, flattening and curling your tongue as she began rocking her hips. 

anakin watched, his dick growing impossibly harder at the sight of you devouring his wife. he removed a hand from your hips to rub your clit, to prepare he brought his fingers to padmé’s lips to wet them. you involuntarily clenched when you heard her mouth release his fingers with a pop. the mental image of what you heard was enough to make your eyes roll. anakin had set a brutal pace after entering you, the squelching of how wet you were would be embarrassing if you didn’t feel so wanted.

“oh she liked that.” anakin chuckled, shooting padmé a cocky grin. “gripping me like a fucking vice.” 

padmé’s grip on your hair combined with anakin’s grip on your hips had you reeling, no wet dream or dirty fantasy could amount to the real thing. you’d gotten off to the fantasy more times than you could count. you were here, padmé’s wetness dripping down your chin and anakin’s dick so far in you, your brain hurt. 

you worked at padmé’s pussy, sucking on her puffed clit before tongue fucking her and repeating. she was on the brink of tears with how fucking close she was, all she wanted was to see you fall apart on anakin. 

“y/n.” she warned, “y/n im close,” her hips were slowing but she was trying. you moved your hands to her thighs, bringing her impossibly closer to your mouth. moans from how close anakin had you were spilling into her. 

“me too.” you mumbled, nose bumping her clit over and over. with a cry she came, releasing on your tongue. you let her ride it out, peppering kisses to her thighs. 

anakin was fully slamming in and out of you, the heaviness of his balls, slapping against your pussy. you had your nails dug into padmé’s thighs, still lapping at her when your orgasm hit you. white hot pleasure sent you collapsing into the bed, completely limp as anakin fucked you through it. 

as you recovered, padmé held your face in her hands, peppering kisses against your face. anakin sighed, breaking you out of your haze. he was still painfully hard, his tip angry and leaking.

“oh ani.” you sighed, rolling over onto your stomach, “should we help him?” you turned to padmé. she grinned, gripping his length in her hand, looking towards you.

“spit on it.” she said, “please y/n.” anakin answered , looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows and eyes watering. who were you to deny him?

with a grin, you spit into padme’s hand, before lowering yourself to play with his balls. with a smile graced upon your swollen lips you grinned up at him. he looked ethereal, his curly brunette hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his lip pulled between his teeth. padme worked his cock.

"switch" he panted, "want to fuck your face." he grabbed your chin.

with your pupils blown and drool pooling in your mouth, you obliged. you relaxed your throat the best you could, gagging as you tried to take all of him. he make a makeshift ponytail with your hair, his balls slapping your face as he fucked your throat. his hips started to stutter as padmé kissed him, the lewd noises of their makeout make your thighs clench together. you pulled out all the stops, gagging, drooling and moaning all around him. you knew you had him when he pushed you to the base of his cock, the coarse hairs tickling your face. he came with a cry, spilling down your throat.

you eased off him, resting back on your heels to take a second to catch your breath. padmé pulled you up to her, "you gonna share?" holy fuck, of course you would. you tapped her cheek signaling for her to open up before making a show of spitting his cum into her mouth.

anakin growled. his eyes wide and his mouth agape. he really was the chosen one. as if it couldn’t get any better, padmè lowered her face back to yours spitting it into your mouth. “swallow.” she said, hand gripping your chin.

anakin pulled you into them until you were a pile of limbs, soft kisses being peppered along your skin. “you were great baby.” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck. “so good for us.” padmé agreed, kissing the tip of your nose.

it was nice to be theirs, if only for a night.

[sirenologyyy]

LOST MY HEART!

street racer!carlos sainz x fem leclerc!reader

✴ summary: where you somehow found yourself in a skimpy maroon cocktail dress watching cars race eachother in the heart of the city and where carlos sainz found himself wondering what on earth had been keeping you from him all these years?

✴ warnings: swearing, google translated french, asshole-ish carlos kinda, mentions of murder, injuries, death, & suicide, blood, police chases.

✴ author's note: so uhh I guess this is me on my first attempt at entering the f1 side of tumblr LMAO. If you see any spelling or grammatical errors, no you didn't. Was this inspired by 2 Fast 2 Furious? Yeah.

The foul stench of decade old nail polish is like a good sock to the face. You had been sitting on the windowsill as the balmy summer air wafts in and out of your quaint little studio apartment, your tailbone nestled awkwardly against the ridges of the windowsill making you shift positions every 10 seconds instead of simply choosing to continue your business on your bed where your mattress and pillows were far more forgiving than the metal windowsill. You carefully and meticulously coat each of your bare fingernails with wine red nail polish as some 70s reality show continues to play in your TV in the background; the dialogue blurring with the faint buzzing of the electric fan rotating on its axis, the only reason why you weren't melting at this very moment.

You were on the last finger, carefully spreading the polish around so as not to get it to stick on one of your cuticles until your phone started to ring, you see your phone light up in the distance and you scramble to get to it. It had been Alexandra calling, you recognise the picture of her face before you even see the name.

You couldn't help but glance up at the upper left most corner of your phone and your eyes widen a centimeter as you slide the button to accept her call. "Where are you? Are you okay?" You demand and when she didn't answer in all but the 3 seconds you gave her you leapt off the windowsill and began scurrying around your apartment, beginning to gather your things to leave the house.

Then, you hear her tinkly laugh on the other end of the call. "Would you calm down? Everything's alright here chérie, no one has died."

You halt to a stop in the middle of your apartment. "Are you aware what time it is Alex?"

"Yes, I am." She replies, hearing the giant grin through her voice along with her velveteen monegasque accent that tickled anybody's brain.

You look at your wallclock, 2:45. "So why on Earth are you still awake?"

Before she could even respond, the obnoxious sounds of cars revving their engines answered for her. You roll your eyes as you pressed the video feature waiting for her to finally accept, and when she did you were greeted by your friend grinning cheekily at you along with throngs of people whooping and cheering behind three sports cars lined up and ready to race. "Come on," Alex says, giggling blithely at your disdainful expression. "You promised to come today!"

You visibly stiff. Oh yeah, you did. A week or so ago when you made her try Filipino street food for the first time, you hastily agreed to come to one of the street races so she would try kwek-kwek dipped in spicy vinegar, you've completely forgotten about it.

"You've forgotten, haven't you?-" Alex mused, voicing your conscience.

Your brows thread. "-Of course not!" You're quick to defend as she laughs at you once more and she gives you this sort of endearing look that made you feel bad. "Fine, what if I have?" You say, giving up. You walk back to the windowsill in hopes to finish off your nails.

"Make it up to me, come to the race today. I'll even pick you up!" Says Alex.

You guffaw as you twist the nailpolish bottle closed. "That's not likely."

"I'm serious!" Alex persists as she moves away from the boisterous crowd, hearing their voices fade away more and more by the second. She sits down somewhere and places the camera in front of her face, prompting you to do the same. "Come on, Y/N/N, come today! Support Charles! You know how much it would mean to him if you came and cheered him on! You haven't been to one of his races since Jules."

Your jaw tightens, your chest begins to feel immensely heavy, and your stomach churns. Not in that particular order. "I didn't have it in me."

Alex sighs. "I'm not forcing you to come, I'm just... heavily encouraging you."

"I know, I know" you reply somewhat distantly, though barely enough for Alexandra to notice; and as she speaks to somebody else about a lychee martini presumably ordering one from the 24 hour bar beside the track, you begin to weigh your options. It would just be one race, and anyway Suzuka was 9 years ago, it wouldn't kill you if you came today.

It wasn't like you had a sleeping schedule to maintain.

"You're thinking so hard you look like you're gunna bust a vein." Alex quipped, ultimately pulling you out of your reverie and causing you to blink repeatedly.

"I'm warming up to it." You confessed, jerking your right shoulder upwards. Suddenly, a notification pops up saying Charles was calling you and your eyes widened. "Why the fuck is he calling?"

"Who is?" Alex wonders.

"I'll be right back Alex, hold on." You replied, distracted.

"30 minutes." She says, pointing at you.

You roll your eyes as you laugh through your nose. "No promises."

She blows you a kiss, you do the same before you ended the call and accepted Charles'.

It automatically sends the both of you into video and you see Charles inside a car, your mood sours even more than it already has. "Chou, come today." You hear him say with a stern look in his eyes while the edges of his mouth curl up into a grin you recognise all too well.

You scowled at him. "Alex called me, she tried winning me over too. She's a great negotiator."

He lights up at the prospect of you finally coming to one of his street races. "So you're coming?"

"If I do will you finally propose?"

"That's not fair!" He exclaimed, laughing at you.

"You whore! The amount of testosterone I had to live with in my 23 years of existence was appalling! Enzo's settled down, Arthur is seeing that girl he met in Milos, what about you?" You demand, your older brother watches you berate him with a fond smile on his face, wondering just how fast time flies.

"I'm waiting for the right moment, you can't blame me." He replies simply making you scoff.

"That's bullshit and you know it."

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Language."

"Is Arthur there?"

He adjusts the grip on his phone. "No, that's why I want you to come."

"But you have Alex, isn't she enough?" You fought.

Charles sighed. "She's just my girlfriend Y/N not my sister, at the end of the day it's still drastically different."

You raise a quizzical brow. "Just your girlfriend? Wait til she hears this-"

"Come on chou, one race." Charles pressed, and you can feel yourself losing restraint as each second evades you. 9 years of hearing about Charles' accomplishments and failures instead of being able to witness them firsthand, tonight was the night where the incessant begging of Charles, Alex, and even your twin brother Arthur on the rare occasion would finally change all that. "juste une course." Just one race.

"One race." You found yourself saying, Charles smiles.

"I'll see you in an hour." You shook your head at him giving him a shrewd little smile. "You stink."

"Not as much as you, Chou." He replies swiftly. You flip him off, hearing the last remnants of his laugh reach your end before you grunt a quick 'bye' and finally end the call. By the time Alex arrives in your apartment, (also known as her breaking and entering because you forgot to tell her you've changed locks and hadn't given her a new key yet.) You've gotten yourself dolled up in a new maroon cocktail dress you found while thrifting a few weeks back, wearing it for the second time around. Alex did your makeup since she insisted she wanted to try a new eyeshadow hack she saw off of TikTok and you styled your hair.

As you two are about to leave, she stops you from putting on your black ballet flats and pulls you back to the vanity.

"One last thing." She says to you before she lines your lips with a crimson lip liner and then filling it in with a red lipstick you had lying around. She turns you around fixing your gold heart necklace so that the clasp would be hidden in the back. You turn back around to face yourself in the mirror, checking yourself out. "Now you're ready." Alex grinned. "That way you're less inclined to smoke because I spent a good 10 minutes on your lips!"

You snort as you throw on your deep brown leather jacket. "Let's see about that."

Within an hour the both of you are out the door, you had the radio on full blast with the pair of you screaming the lyrics to Love by Keyshia Cole. The roof of Alex's silver convertible had been down, allowing the crisp dusk air to billow through your tresses as you sped through the otherwise empty streets save for the few cars that hung back and watched as you two zoomed past them, eventually stopping at the closed off avenue where the race was located. It took Alexandra 20 minutes to parallel park (with you cheerfully taking a video of your best friend visibly struggling and in dire need of help to send to your brother.)

Once she has surmounted such a great feat you two were off to find your brother who, funnily enough, chanced upon you first.

Charles takes off his amber tinted sunglasses, donning his signature baggy jeans that flopped as he waltzed towards the pair of you. "do my eyes deceive me or is my baby sister finally at a race???"

You smirk as you entrap him in a fleeting hug. "No this is Papa, I've come to take you with me."

Charles harshly pokes your side making you recoil. "Agh Putain! " You hissed, clutching your left rib as you scowl at your older brother.

"I see you haven't outgrown your foul-mouthed tendencies." Charles mused, boxing his arms in front of his chest.

You raised a quizzical brow as Alexandra giggled loudly beside you. "You do know who I grew up with, right?"

"It's great to have you here, Chou." Charles beamed fondly at you, causing the ends of your lips to curl upwards into a smile, a sudden wave of melancholy overcoming you. "Can't believe it's been this long since you've watched me race."

"Me too." You replied, returning his smile. "I'm excited to see if you still like to shred the side of your car against the sides of the track like when you were 14."

The tip of Charles' ears turn crimson at the sound of Alex's tinkly giggles. "You're never letting me live that down are you?" You giggle loudly as you shook your head at him.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, look, I'm in the lineup for the next race. If they'd known I left my car minutes before I'm set to compete I'm toast."

You rolled your eyes. "Alors dépêches toi, I'll see you later." Hurry up then.

He began to retreat towards the starting line. "Watch me win that fat stack of cash, and once I do I'll take you out for ice cream." He assured you oh so confidently in the true Leclerc fashion, pointing at your face.

"You better, or I'm cracking your head open on the asphalt like an egg." You call after him, watching as he danced his way through the crowd. "We'll see about that." You caught wind of him saying causing you and Alex to burst out into a fit of giggles, which were promptly drowned out by the arrival of two cars that had presumably been racing since before you got here. The crowd's thunderous cheering and whistling made you wince as Alex started whooping along with glee.

The drivers each exit their cars slamming their doors rather harshly. You stood silently as you watch one of them shove the other one in the chest causing him to stumble backwards and collide with his car, a Honda S2000. The cheers drastically begin to fall in a decrescendo when the crowd notices they start to get into a heated argument, from your vantage point one of the men with features so sharp it could cut diamonds seemed like he was berating his opponent that looked defensive, with his eyebrows furrowed as they exchanged sides.

One of your brother's friends, Pierre, who helped organise street races like these quickly intervened and told them to walk it off, dismissing the crowd who had just began to cheer for a fight telling them that if they were here for one they should take their business elsewhere.

"Yeesh," Alex makes a face as your eyes trail after one of the men. "There he goes again, all dark and broody."

"You know him or something?" You wonder, turning to Alex.

Alex looks at you. "He and Charles are leading in wins, his name's Carlos." She tells you, you turn your head to the direction he previously was in to find that he was gone.

Your eyebrows thread. "Sounds like you can't trust him with your drink."

Alex snorts. "With your ex-girlfriends either, once he learns you and your girlfriend have broken up he swoops right in and sleeps with her."

"That sounds a little dramatic." You say, giving him the benefit of the doubt. Alex gives you a pointed look as she places her hands atop your shoulders. "Chérie, trust me. I know you, you do not wanna get mixed up with that guy."

Your eyes widen, as you look at her almost scandalised. "What are you talking about???"

"I'm just saying!" She laughed, shrugging. "Just- be careful."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at your friend and instead you give her a comforting smile. "Fine, I'll steer clear of him. I promise." You assure her.

As the minutes ticked on and your brother, who was seated in his custom Ferrari 360 modena had sped off into the distance with his opponents, you had covertly slipped away whilst Alex had began mingling with the other racers' girlfriends (she was too scared to leave you alone but you insisted you'd be fine.) to light one up.

Walking off to a secluded part of the track, you take out your cigarettes and lighter from the pocket within your jacket. After a series of attempts of igniting your lighter and to no avail, you grew irritated.

"Allez... allez allume. Come on you stupid little thing." You mutter, obstructed by the cigarette trapped in between your lips. Come on... come on light up.

"No use in forcing it if its that stubborn." Your eyes traverse from your lighter and towards the voice, a man's voice. Your heart so traitorously skipped a beat as you laid your eyes on him, approaching you as he takes his cigarette away from his plump lips. "Have mine." He tells you.

Clad in a shiny leather jacket, a white shirt, and deep blue jeans, he takes out his lighter from his front pocket and ignites it before your very eyes. The blistering amber flame danced as the wind dared to put it out which otherwise gave life to his eyes. In which you thought were dark fathomless pits of naught were apparently balmy and tantalising, doe-like and pleasant. "Do you mind if I join you?" He wonders.

"No not at all." You answered, lips still pinching that cigarette together. He laughed a little, making you grin out of awkwardness.

This was the same man you were warned to avoid and yet pleasant was the word that came to mind when you thought of his eyes that soon meet yours, and you didn't quite find it in yourself to pull away.

Only when you heard the familiar sizzle of your cigarette coming to life was when you take a hit and then promptly pulled it away from your lips.

You exhaled a cloud of smoke, a foul, gaseous barrier that stood in between the two of you. "Honestly I could've done it myself." You refuted, avoiding his eyes. You didn't want to fall victim to the ironclad grip of his warm gaze like you so foolishly allowed yourself to succumb to before.

He chuckles in a low baritone. "What can I say? My mother raised a gentleman." He replies in his sultry Spanish accent that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Oh pull yourself together, he's just a man.

You hummed at him, clearly amused. "A gentleman sure, but not a very good sportsman."

He grinned at you. "I take it you saw that little spat earlier, no?"

Your finally look at him once more. "Me? Everybody did. You looked like you were about to choke him until his eyeballs pop outta their sockets."

He chuckles at that, a sound that made your smile widen, even if it was just a tad. "He was being too aggressive during the lap, drove right into me from behind. Like uhh, the bumper cars." He recalls, snapping his fingers gleefully. "Almost had me flying."

"You still won though." You postulate, paying close attention to his reaction. Through the darkness you saw a light blush spread across his sun-kissed cheeks as he brought his cigarette towards his lips. "Why, are you glad I did?"

A scoff left your lips as you shook your head, the ends of your lips curlong upwards a tad to form some semblance of a smile before you stopped it from growing wider. "Don't get ahead of yourself."

This gets a chuckle out of him, glancing over at you. "My mistake I guess."

You rolled your eyes, before they carefully combed through the area to see if Alex had chanced upon you and caught you fraternising with your brother's competitor. Oh the absolute horror. "Oh poor you, I bet everytime you do donuts you're convinced it'd get all the girls to drop their panties for you."

Carlos blinked. "I wouldn't know myself," He juts his right shoulder upwards before taking yet another hit of his cigarette. "D'you wanna test that theory?" He asks you, smoke leaving his mouth and nostrils like a dragon.

"Oh you're a real treat aren't you?" You feigned a smile.

"Just about." He replied, cheekily grinning at you.

You furrow your brows at him. "Funny." You said. "Don't push your luck, connard." Jerk. You cussed as you shook your head. Finally, the sad baby cow eyes effect were wearing off, you thought. But then again, this was a street racer you were talking to. Even your brother had his questionable moments at times.

"Ahh, tough luck I guess. Usually the French love me." You hear him say as you checked the time on the dainty watch that once belonged to your Maman's wrapped around your wrist.

"Thank God I'm Monegasque then." You humored, causing him to raise an eyebrow and nod, almost piecing something together. You drop your cigarette to the ground, mercilessly crushing it up beneath your ballerina flats. "I guess I'll see you around?" You ask him politely, a light drawl hanging off your tone, but he offers you a polite smile in return.

"Can I expect you to come to another race soon?" He wondered as you slowly retreated back to where Alexandra had left you. It made you think all of a sudden.

"Don't hold your breath." You answered him.

He makes a face. "I don't have a lot of things to hope on."

You rolled your eyes playfully as you took a few slow steps backwards. "Dosen't sound like my problem." Carlos grinned at you as you pivot on your heel and walked off trying to suppress a grin, hands inside your jacket pockets as you quickly made it back to find Alexandra. Only for her to find you first.

"Where have you been?" She asks you, grabbing your shoulder and turning you around swiftly. "I was looking everywhere for you! Cha finished first you know, he's competing against the previous race winners right now. We were wondering where you ran off to!" Alexandra exclaimed.

"I was just walking around, doing some people watching. The usual." You lied casually, causing her to make a face at you.

"That dosen't explain why you smell like cigarettes again." She says, causing you to grimace inwardly. You forgot to shove some mints in your purse before leaving your apartment. Usually chucking a couple of them into your mouth would help cover your tracks, but your carelessness has bitten you in the ass once more.

"It's a street race Alex, it's bound to get a little dusty." You tell her laughing. "You dont get to talk either, you smell like you bathed in a vat of lychee martinis when you left."

She hummed, crossing her hands over her chest. "Touché"

You look back at her, sporting a victorious little grin one to which she rolled her eyes that faded oh so quickly when someone from behind you suddenly made you stumble forward, you were about to cuss them off when the infamous red and blue lights of police cars drew nearer and nearer alongside the blaring sirens.

"Holy shit." Alexandra gasped as she took a hold of your hand while everybody started bolting the other way like disturbed garden bugs once residing underneath an overturned rock.

"Jesus Christ-" You said before you began squeezing yourself into the distressed crowd. People were ramming into the pair of you from different directions as you tried to make your escape, you hear the police officers making arrests in the far off distance as you continued to fight your way through the throngs of people. Only when you finally ran off to where you had smoked a cigarette prior to the arrival of the police had you realized Alex hadn't followed you out like you so foolishly hoped she did.

The churning in your stomach only worsens when you hear more police cars arrive on the scene. "ALEX?! Jesus Christ- ALEX???" You yelled, trying to find her amidst the sea of people running for their lives, quite literally. "ALEX?!? ALEX WHERE ARE YOU?!?"

You unceremoniously jumped out of your skin when you hear a car pull up behind you causing you to gear up to try and run away, that was until the shotgun window rolled down and there was Carlos strapped in the driver's seat. "Get in!"

You were apalled. "I- I can't find my friend! I don't know where she is!" You shout back.

"Less likely of a chance you'll be able to find her when you're behind bars, come on!" The man insisted with a caring sense of urgency in his eyes.

Your frown deepened as you looked behind you, the sirens were starting to sound nearer. "Carlos I have to find her!" You say, turning back to look at him.

You saw a bulge form on his temple as his fingers flexed around the leather of his steering wheel. "I'll help you find her after the heat dies down, but please do yourself a favor and get in the car!" Carlos yelled before you open the door to the shot gun half-heartedly. You threw yourself inside and before you could even close the door he zoomed off. It felt like you had been suctioned onto the back of the seat as you were sure Carlos had floored it. You turn to look at him, only now you realize how dry your mouth felt, how your tongue felt foreign and rough like sand paper. "Thank you... for that."

"Don't mention it." He replied, dancing past the other cars that ran the speed limit as he drove the pair of you into the highway.

"You're right your ego'll inflate so much to the point it'll slow us down." You equipped, trying to ease the situation a little.

Even Carlos' hard exterior crumbles at that as you hear him chuckle. "Are you always this sweet to people who save your ass?"

"Usually, why?" You replied looking at him who shrugged, smiling ever so slightly. "Can't blame a guy for being curious."

That gets a little chuckle out of you which was promptly interjected by the sounds of sirens coming from behind you. You whip your head around to see at least 3- no, 4 police cars making their way through the traffic behind you. You turn to Carlos, mouth parted to warn him but it seems that he was a step ahead of you was the car went faster.

"They're right on us Carlos." You tell him, trying your hardest to keep your breakfast down as he deliberately ran a red light, causing a collision on the intersection, the car narrowly missing it.

"You doing okay? You don't sound like it." He asks you, taking a few seconds to look at you before they are back on the road as you force yourself to nod.

"Mm-hm, I just love the way car-chases make my knees weak."

"You sure it's the car and not me, hermosa?" He asks you mischievously. You giggled loudly at that. You're not a school-girl get it together. "Shut up, it almost sounds like you want us to get arrested."

He shrugged, smiling a shrewd smile. "Hey, it would be a killer story to relive and laugh about over some dinner sometime."

You glare at him and even in the dark you can see the distinct mischievous glint in his brown eyes. "Did you really just ask me out on a date? Now? While we're this close to being incarcerated???" You interrogate him loudly.

"If we get outta this alive and unscathed? I mean... it couldn't be the worst thing, no?"

You guffawed at his statement turning to him as he sped through yet another red light. "Yes it would, it seems like the only viable option for me now is to jump outta the car and surrender myself to the police."

He laughs boisterously at that. "Dios Mío, you're so mean!" Carlos exclaimed, sporting a boyish smile with his brows furrowed that made your heart do a somersault. "Speaking of police... I think we've lost them." He announces, switching his gaze from his riverview mirror to his sidemirror, with a victorious grin.

"Really??? Jesus Christ that was," you stopped to chuckle in disbelief, wiping the sweat of of your temples. "Exhilirating." You finish, finally landing on a word.

"Eh, same old, same old." Carlos sang dismissively, his face causing you to giggle. "When you've managed to accidentally rob a liquor store at 15 with your friends before school only for you to crash your dad's car into the river and have it blow up in flames all while avoiding being caught by the police, nothing surprises you anymore."

You snort. "How do you accidentally rob a liquor store?"

"Too long a story, I won't bother you with such details." He answers you, drawing a line with the air using his hand. "But the bottom line is that I'm never going to try and see how many bottles of cerveza fit inside my dad's military grade duffel bag."

You sucked in air through your teeth, shaking your head amusedly. "Christ, that behavior warrants you into being the favorite then, dosen't it?"

He hummed at you delightfully. "Look at that, we've only met tonight and yet it seems like I've known you forever." Carlos mused with a genuine smile on his face. "How do you do it?"

"Easy, I was the favorite growing up too." You replied. "Like calls to like after all."

"You're the oldest daughter followed by boys aren't you?"

"No, I was the one that followed boys, 3 of them. After years and years of trying Maman and Papa finally got the daughter they so desperately wished to have." You say, with a distant smile.

"Wow, I'm not good at this." Carlos replied dismally, raking a hand over his face with dread causing you to laugh at him again. "Hats off to them then, their daughter's pretty special."

"If I ever meet your parents I'd say the exact same thing." You replied.

He looks at you teasingly. "No you wouldn't."

"No, I wouldn't." You laughed, causing him to laugh too.

The night further blurred after that, to the point that even now several hours later you couldn't exactly pinpoint where you and Carlos have gone after you exited the highway, what you have done, what you have said.

Based off of the egregious headache you were nursing, a wadded up paper bag of chic-fil-a on the chair beside you, and a familiar soreness emanating through your limbs you finally pieced everything together.

Of course, the second you came home to your apartment a call from Charles lit up your phone screen. As much as you wanted to let your phone ring into oblivion, you begrudgingly answered his call.

"vous plaisantez j'espère? c'est la millionième fois que je t'appelle et pourtant tu ne réponds que maintenant à ton téléphone?" Charles practically bellowed the second your call came through. You try not to roll your eyes in front of him. are you kidding me? this is the millionth time i've called you and yet you only answer your phone now?

"laisse-moi mettre fin à l'appel alors, essayons d'atteindre cent millions." You bounced back, pausing your show to divert your full attention to your distressed brother who had probably not even slept a wink since last night... well, earlier this morning. let me end the call then, let's try and reach a hundred million.

"quel ennui tu es! je n'ai pas dormi du tout depuis que tu as décidé de disparaître après la course et de ne pas me dire, ni à Arthur, ni à Enzo, ni même à Alex où tu étais allé!" Charles reasoned loudly making you flinch at the volume of his voice, having to calibrate your own volume settings so your head dosen't explode. what a pain you are! i havent slept at all since you decided you'd disappear after the race and not tell me, or Arthur, or Enzo or even Alex where you'd gone!

"Chill the fuck out will you? I've arrived in my apartment in one piece. I haven't been taken by the police, I don't have any injuries. Je vais parfairtement bien." I'm perfectly fine. You managed, massaging your temple off camera.

"Where were you?" Charles asks you now. "And where did your necklace go? That used to be Mamans."

"I took it off, Jesus." You lied quickly. In truth, you didn't know where the hell it was, but you decided to lie to not make the conversation last any longer than it should. "And I was off with someone- I don't- Why do I have to tell you these things? I'm as old as Arthur aren't I? I don't see you grilling him when he comes home late, in fact your fucking praise him for it!" You defend, finding it in yourself to finally raise your voice at you brother. Who scratched his head in frustration.

Charles remains silent for a second before he opens his mouth. "Fine... Fine! je ne te forcerai pas." I wont force it out of you. Charles exclaimed, ultimately giving in.

You fiddle with the remote in silence before you look back at him, bristling on your spot in the couch. "For what it's worth Cha, I'm sorry I made you worry so much. That was insensitive of me."

His face softens a little when he laughs through his nose. "Whatever, whatever. Truce." He mused, trying to sound all irritated when in fact he was not, causing you to giggle. "Don't pull shit like that the next time you come to my races, putain. I can see why Maman was so eager to let you move out."

You scowled. "you're goddamn insane if you really think i'm going to another race."

"See you Chou, take care." Says Charles, sporting a grin you were relieved to see back on his face. You rolled your eyes at him endearingly. "See you soon, Cha." You then end the call.

When you were about to put your phone down to continue watching the show you had paused, you receive a text message from an unknown number. You decide to view it so you could delete it and not have it take space in your phone storage but forgot about all of that when you finally read the message.

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Very Bold: K.Y

SMUT | 18+ | MDNI

I think this might be the longest one… idk I just couldn’t stop for him. I also wanted to show him a way you wouldn't think but honestly something he could be hiding

->Starring: Rockstar!YeosangXafab!Reader

->Genre: Smut, some angst

->Cw: Explicit language, public... flashing?, spanking, unprotected sex, dom Yeosang eeeee, praise, degradation

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“Uh shit babe I’m gonna be late” Yeosang’s breaths came out as pants as you continued to rub yourself on him “Almost there” you squeaked out feeling the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach. Yeosang had to be on stage in 5 minutes but you needed him so bad and like the sweet doting boyfriend he is he took you to his dressing room to let you hump him like a dog in heat. With each drag of your hips you’re thrown closer and closer to the edge until a loud banging interrupts you “Come on Yeosang. We need to be one stage NOW” Hongjoong’s voice held some irritation. Yeosang sighs as he moves you off of him, gently sliding you onto the couch below you “Sorry love. We gotta finish this later” he sighs, eyes apologetic “But I was so close” you whine. He gives you a quick kiss before rushing out of the room.

You stand on the side of the stage watching the boys perform, your panties uncomfortably sticky. His gaze falls over to you and you look around seeing everyone preoccupied. Your eyes return to his and he sees a mischievous glint in them. He raises an eyebrow trying to figure out what you're planning. Your fingers hook into the waistband of your lacy thong pulling them down and letting them drop to the floor. It takes all of his self-control not to say fuck it and just leave with you. He watches you reach down, picking up the skimpy fabric and accidentally tossing it behind you. You give him an 'oops' face and promptly turn around, bending over giving him a clear view pussy. His concetration waivers and Yunho looks over at him.

The rest of the concert seems to drag on for Yeosang. When the show finally ended he was the first one off the stage. He beelined his way to you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you to his dressing room. The praise from the staff is just an echo as he breezes by them. He practically throws you into the room (politely because he's bby girl) and he slams the door shut "You think that little shit was cute huh?" His breath fans against your face. Oh he's angry angry and it's embarrassing to say but it turns you on. The little vein in his forehead protruding and the way he's pinning you against the door has your arousal dripping down your thigh "I have no idea what you're talking about." you say innocently giving him wide eyes "So you want to be like that?" He takes a step back "Go bend over the arm of the sofa" His tone scarily serious. Yeosang may be in a rock band but he's as soft as a puppy so seeing him like this just made you feel things.

You skip your way over to the sofa, bending over looking back at him, and wiggling your hips antagonizing him "Look at you” he tsks, his hand coming down to rub your exposed ass “Do you like being a little attention whore hm?” He sneers bending over you, his voice close to your ear. Your backside is pressed flush to his front and you can feel his hard on through his tight pants as it rubs against your exposed cunt. You shake your head “No? No what? You don’t like it?” You shake your head again “M’not an attention whore” you pout “Oh really? So you didn’t just bend over showing your whole bare ass pussy for everyone to see?” You whine at his words “Why do you have to say it like that” You grumble "Maybe because that's exactly what happened and look. It seems like you enjoyed every minute of it." He takes a small step back, fingers gliding through your wet folds gathering your slick "You're so wet. What...? Did the thought of someone seeing you exposed turn you on that much?" you hear him unzip his pants, and the metal from his belt hits the floor as he slides them down his legs "No" you say quietly, the humiliation very present "Oh really? The mess you're making on my fingers says otherwise" When he pulls his fingers away strings of arousal stretch making his cock jump.

He grabs the base of his cock and rubs his tip through your folds "Need to fill you up" He mumbles pushing his tip into your sopping hole. You let out a gasp when he pushes further into you. His hand comes to spread your ass cheeks, loving the way he's stretching you out "So tight for me". He lets out a sigh of relief when he finally bottoms out. He stays stagnit knowing if he moved right now he would cum instantly. Your walls are tight around him almost as if they were molding to him, just for him. He watches as you wrtith around trying to coax some sort of stimulation out of him but it doesn't worlk. Instead, he simple admires your figure, enamored by every curve. His fingers caress your skin as they slide up your back and he pushes ever so slightly causing your arch just how he likes. When he finally moves his hips they're slow, feeling every drag as your tight walls suck him in further and further.

He gives you a couple more slow thruts before stilling again. You mouth opens to protest but before you can utter a word his hand comes down with a harsh smack, the sound vibrating off the walls. Your pitiful whine fills his ears and he marvels at the pretty red handprint on your skin. His hand comes down on the other cheek giving it a matching mark. Little cries escape you and he wants more. He lands another smack and yet another whine leaves your lips. He continues his assault until your skin is hot and a beautiful shade of red. His hand grip your hips as he pounds into you, fucking you into the couch.

"That's it baby take it like the whore you are" his head falls back as he feels you constricting around him "Fuck Sangie that feels so good" "Yeah? You wanna cum?" "Yes yes please I wanna cum" "Then say it, tell me you're a fucking whore." You shake your head no against the cushion "Oh... okay then" He pulls out completely leaving you feeling empty. Your head spins around to look at him with tears in your eyes, your hips pushing back trying to find him again. "Ah ah. Say it." "Imawhore" You whisper out in a rush "I can't hear you" "I'm a whore, I'm a dirty whore for you Sangie I- fuuckk" You cry out when he slams back into you. His hips move at an unforgiving pace "Fuck baby cum, cum for me" It didn't take long for you to start spasming around him “That’s it. Such a good girl” he praises. He pushes you further into the leather material. Your body lays limply feeling worn out but as he continues to pound into you the feeling of overstimulation begins to set in

"Ah shit baby. M'gonna cum, gotta pull out" His voice comes out strained as he feels the tension building, begging to be released “No please cum in me Sangie please” he lets a little humorless laugh “You really think you deserve it?” You give him a little nod “I don’t think so. What exactly have you done to deserve it huh?” He smirks when you don’t say anything. He pulls out and pumps his cock "No no no I'm sorry. Please please please" any other time he would give you what you wanted especially when you beg so nicely but not this time. He's pretty sure Hongjoong saw, maybe even San and the thought of them potentially seeing you so exposed had him shooting hot ropes of cum all over your ass. He lets out a string of breathy moans, hips stuttering as he milks himself dry over you. He grabs a few tissues and carefully cleans you up. Your limbs whine as he gently pulled you up. Your eyes lazily look up at him "So... Did you like the view?"

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Ramsay Bolton*Appreciate You

Pairing: ramsay x f!commoner!reader

Kintober Day eight: dubcon kidnap au with Ramsay Bolton – Ramsay can’t stand the idea of such a pretty creature going unappreciated any longer

Word count: 1148

Warnings: kidnap, dubcon, kidnapping, praise, questionable intensions. threats, restraints, fingering, smut 18+

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“People will realise I’m gone,” you tried to sound tough, but your voice came out more like a whimper. “They’ll come looking for me,” you cried out as the hooded man paced the room.

You weren’t sure where you were just that this chamber was cold and that the rusty cuffs around your wrist were keeping you from leaving the bed. There were only three candles and the longer you waited, heart pounding and a chill beginning to set in, you wondered if they would burn out before you could escape.

“I wouldn’t be so sure darling,” the man said, stopping his paces to sit in the sole 231q

 across from the bed. It was almost as if he’d made his cloak too big so that his hood covered all but his lower face but still you could see a smirk on his lips, “I’ve been watching you for a while now. You didn’t even notice did you?” he asked and you shook your head no, afraid to even speak, “No and why would you? after all you’re used to no one watching you,” he paused for a moment before leaning in, resting his elbows on his knees, “No one appreciating you,”

His words sent shivers down your spine, “What do you want from me?”

“All I want,” he said slowly, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, “is you. your touch,” he said, his hand reaching out to slowly stroke up your arm. You tried to jerk away only to be met with the sounds of metal clinking at the mystery man’s chuckle, “your affection even. After all us bastards have to stick together,”

“Who are you?” you asked, your eyebrows knitting together as you wondered if you’d heard that voice before. He paused for a moment before his hand went to his hood, pulling the fabric off his head, “Ramsay?” you asked, your voice a whisper as you stared at him in shock.

“In the flesh,” he said, standing from his chair to sit on the edge of your bed, “What a pretty little thing you are. You know at first, I thought your beauty was impossible. Perhaps only so sightly from a distance but now,” he said, his fingers stroking your cheek making you flinch, “I realise the men around simply have no taste,”

You hated the way your skin grew hot. They were not sweet words. They were twisted and dark and tainted with his faint smirk but still they made it hard to look away from him. “Where am I?” you whispered.

“Somewhere no one can hurt you,” he whispered back, almost smiling you notice but not quite. Still his words made it hard not to laugh when the cold metal around your wrists brought you to reality. Ramsay leaned down, his warm breath fanning over your cold cheeks as he pushed the hair out of your face, “Don’t be afraid sweetheart,” he assured, voice dripping with tenderness, “I treat my pets very well,”

“I’m not a pet,” you tried to argue, to be defiant, not to fall for his tricks.

Ramsay’s eyes darkened, his hand grabbing a fistful of hair making you gasp, “Did I say you could speak?” he barked before his lips suddenly crashed onto yours. you gasped into the kiss which only allowed him to deepen it.

Your wrists tugged on the restraints, metal clanking as Ramsay removed his cloak, tossing it to the side without breaking his kiss. His fist tightened around your hair making you wince however once you felt yourself kissing back his grip released.

His lips left yours only to trail harsh marks and bites down your neck to the neckline of your dress. Without warning his hands took hold of the fabric, tearing it in two. You gasped, the cold air washing over your body making your nipples harden.

His hands took hold of your breasts, squeezing them as he moved to rest his legs over yours, his hard cock evident through his trousers. You gasped when he pinched your sensitive buds, rolling them between your fingers.

You mentally cursed the wetness growing in between your legs, your thighs instinctively clamping together. this however made Ramsay smirk, “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” he asked, a glimmer in his eye.

“No,” you said meekly but when his hand wrapped around your throat you found yourself stuttering for words.

“Never,” he cut your stammers off, speaking slow as if chastising a child, “lie to me again. I will always know,” he scolded, and you nodded quickly. You whimpered as you felt his hand trail up your thighs, “Open them,” Ramsay ordered and after a second and a telling look on his face you complied.

You shivered when you felt his finger run up your slit, “What a little liar,” Ramsay laughed, “Look how wet you are,” he mocked as his finger teased your hole making you whine, “and desperate too,” he said, his lips returning back to your neck as he slipped his fingers in. he curled them with precision and you hated the way your hip bucked and chills went up your spine as he moved his thumb over your clit.

His lips found your nipples, sucking them harshly before grazing them with his teeth making you gasp. Your arms tugged at your restraints, desperate to touch him or push him away you weren’t sure, but you could feel your cunt tightening around his fingers as your orgasm threatened to spill.

It didn’t take much more, another curl of his fingers and another bite to your sensitive bud and you felt your body tighten, your arms tugging on the restraints till the metal bruised your wrists as your peak washed over you. “Such a pretty little thing,” Ramsay cooed as he pulled himself away from you only to stroke his hand over your cheek once more before standing.

“Where are you going?” you asked, breathless as you gazed across the room at him, still bare from where he had torn your dress.

“I have other matters to attend to,” he said as he walked to a chest and unlocked it, “but I will be back, don’t you worry sweetheart,” he said as he threw a grin over his shoulder your way and suddenly self-consciousness began to wash over you as he pulled something out of the chest. He tossed the furs over your body as he walked to the side of the bed, undoing your wrist chains so now only your ankles kept you connected to the bed.

“What are you going to do with me?” you asked again, this time less fear in your voice but you were still nervous to meet his gaze as he cupped your cheek.

“Oh, I think you know sweetheart,” he grinned, that twinkle returning to his eyes, “Don’t worry, I won’t go far. Neither will you,”

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[wheneverfeasible]

🧠 🪱 WIGGLY WEDNESDAY 🪱 🧠

Thanks for the tag @stervrucht ! Ended up writing this on my lunch and hiding in the back at work lmaoooo

Because today I’m thinking about…children’s entertainer Eddie Munson and single parent Steve Harrington…

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This is definitely a modern au. Eddie did the whole band thing in high school, and they still get together and play in bars and occasionally at events and things, but now Eddie’s music is…different.

Like…think Johnny Karate different.

Except he’s still Eddie. He still dresses in darker clothing, still keeps the metal influence in his music, it’s just all kid appropriate nowadays. He sings songs that are inspired by DnD and fantasy novels he loved growing up, like The Hobbit and The Last Unicorn. He even has a couple children’s books out based on his songs and stories. (His buddy Jeff illustrates them.)

Now, Eddie’s biggest fan happens to be Dustin Henderson, the young friend of single parent Steve Harrington. Dustin is actually a fan of Corroded Coffin as well, which is how he learned of Eddie’s children entertainment persona, The Freak (so named to show kids it’s good to be different), who sometimes dresses up like a court jester, especially when working a kid’s birthday party, crowning the kid as king or queen or anything else their little heart desires.

Steve has two little kids, twins, a boy and a girl. Their fifth birthday is coming up and Dustin convinces Steve to hire Eddie. After much heeing and hawing, Steve finally agrees, if only because Dustin gets the kids to whine about it too, and Steve honestly can’t say no to any of kids, even the ones that are only fiveish years younger than him.

Eddie comes, dressed in his understated jester costume, and the kids absolutely adore him. He all but beams when the boy staunchly proclaims he wants to be a princess, not a prince, and the little girl decides she wants to be a goblin. But a good one. Eddie grins and tells her to watch out for enchanted crystals.

The kids then decide that if the boy is a princess, then that makes their dad the king, and Eddie grins even wider and flourishes an adult size crown for just this sort of occasion. After a lot of complaining about his hair, Steve finally agrees to wear the crown, feeling oddly flushed when Eddie gets close enough to set it on top his head.

“Don’t worry, darling, I won’t mess your hair up too badly. Not until you ask me too,” he whispers just for Steve to hear and winks, even as he quickly jumps away because rule number one is never flirt with a parent when he’s on a job. Something about the single dad is just a little too much for Eddie’s self-restraint, however. Both are blushing.

The rest of the party goes on well, he even gets most of the adults to join in on the ridiculous and repetitive titles, and maybe he showboats a little with his guitar riffs, but Steve’s eyes have barely left him the entire time, and only then when he needed to keep his eyes on the kids.

Eddie is paid and leaves, like he’s supposed to, though not without giving out his business card to some of the other attending parents who want to hire him as well for their own kids’ birthday parties. All in all, a successful night. He gives one last glance at Steve and then he’s gone.

…

Time passes, yeah? Steve can’t stop thinking about Eddie. Eddie can’t stop thinking about Steve. They both think that’s the end of it.

And then Dustin, matchmaker extraordinaire who clocked that shit immediately because Steve hasn’t looked at anyone since the kids, convinces Steve to go to a bar with him where a live band is playing.

The band?

Why, what else but Corroded Coffin.

And the lead guitarist? Well he just happens to look beautifully familiar.

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rip fartbuckle

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[touretticeddiemunson]

“(if i get more pretty) do you think he will like me?” [wayne’s pov]

summary: transmasc eddie trying so hard to be a girl because he likes steve, and as far as he knows, steve is straight. he’s constantly putting his own mental health in jeopardy just because of a stupid boy.

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Wayne wonders why his boy is suddenly curling his hair again, putting on lip gloss, and wearing those little black dresses he once wore when he was in junior high. He watches Eddie come home with mascara stains stuck to his cheeks, a dead giveaway that he’d been crying.

It gets to the point that Eddie asks Wayne to stop calling him “he”.

He tells Wayne he’s not a boy, he was wrong; he wanted to be a girl again.

Wayne had no problem making Eddie comfortable, so he did what she wanted. She wanted to be called Ella again, wanted Wayne to take her shopping for different clothes. But even though Ella insisted, Wayne couldn’t help but notice that “Ella” still wasn’t happy. “She” still came home crying, as unhappy as she was before her transition to male, possibly even moreso.

Eddie never seemed the type to pretend to be something he wasn’t. So why was he doing it now? Eddie seemed to be perfectly happy as Eddie.

One day, Wayne’s boy came home in his old clothes. He looked just as dejected as the days he’d come home crying. Every time he asked what was up, Eddie shut him down. He decided to be “Eddie” again, shouted that he was done pretending, that he would never like him anyway. Despite all the questions Wayne had brewing, he knew better than to ask them. It wasn’t like Eddie would answer them.

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Years went by and his boy still wasn’t happy. He didn’t see him that way until months after the earthquake came and destroyed their house. Even then, he wasn’t himself, and rightfully so. Wayne longed to see his boy the way he was before he was affected by whoever made him question who he wanted to be.

He finally saw Eddie happy again one night. Wayne came home late to find his boy smiling in his sleep on the couch, cheek pressed against the shoulder of the Harrington boy. There was a snuffed joint in the ashtray and a few empty bottles of beer on the floor. He gave Eddie a kiss on the forehead and watched lovingly as the boy shuffled in the other’s strong arms. He wondered if this was the person who’d caused Eddie try to be his old self; the person who made his boy so unhappy. He hoped to whatever god there was that this boy was going to be good to his Eddie, that he wouldn’t make him feel unloved again.

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Over the course of several more years, the two boys grew closer. They didn’t have to say anything to Wayne for him to know they were in love. They moved off to Chicago with Eddie’s band, where they put out their first album.

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In the times Eddie was convincing himself that he was supposed to be a girl, Wayne could hear Eddie picking up his guitar in the dead of night and plucking out chords. He heard his quiet, pained voice fighting against sobs, choking out words to a song Eddie was writing.

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After spending 2 years traveling through America with the band, Corroded Coffin was a household name for metal fans. Eddie became a hot topic in magazines, became a staple of the metal scene. They held their biggest concert at Lollapalooza that year and got Wayne VIP seating.

That evening, they played a new song.

“Is everyone enjoying the show tonight?” Eddie called into the mic. He was met with thunderous cheers, enough to make everyone’s ears ring. “That’s great to hear, you guys. It means a lot that you came out to see us. We’re gonna end the night with a new song and then we’ll turn it over to your next artist, but I have a little to say about it first,” He announced.

The chords took Wayne back to a time he’d never forget. Weeks after the concert, they released their new album containing the song. The album “In the Dead of Night” was a hit everywhere, released on streaming platforms and even printed on vinyl. The moment it hit the record store in Hawkins, Wayne bought the first copy he could get his hands on. He rushed home and put it on his record player, sniffling as the familiar chords reached Wayne’s ears again.

Wayne stood crying in the kitchen next to the record player as he listened to the full product of Eddie’s teenage torment.

“If I get more pretty, do you think he will like me?”

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a/n: i was inspired by the lyrics of “prom queen” by beach bunny for this. the song is originally about developing an ED, but i also thought that it would fit really well as someone going back in the closet pretending to be someone they’re not.

[leviackermanstoes]

The fall can be greater once at the top.

Logan howlett x reader

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DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE SPOILERS !!!!

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Warnings: Canon divergence.

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I couldn't say I blamed them. They all wanted to know so much, but I had nothing to tell. Logan didn't remember me. He doesn't. And he may never do again. I may never hear him love me or feel his embrace or cook dinner with him ever again. But that's fine it's fine is in Fi it-

FUCK

The dagger hit the wood stump down the middle, splitting it in two with a crunching crack. This wasn't my Logan. He looked like him yes and smelt like him and stared at me like him. But it Wasn't him.

How the fuck was I going to get him back? The early morning sun burst through the foliage with angelic rays of light that illuminated the grass below me. Like logans late night into early morning log runs. He would gather timber and old wood from the mill and bring it home. Would always say he'd turn it into toys for our children.

But he never did.

And we never had any children.

"Hey you!"

Logan. Still dressed in his suit, he marched through the thick ankle length grass toward me, that infamous scowl still printed on his face. Aged. Beautiful.

I cleared my throat "sorry" I stood up quickly "I can go if you'd prefer-"

"No" he interrupted "stay, you were here first I'm only stopping by to have a drink anyways"

Ever so grumpy and always so soft.

"I'm sure your wondering why I'm wearing the same suit as you huh?"

It was a terrible conversation starter. Because of course he wasn't. Why the fuck would he be?

"I was at first. But now I'm just thinking your some kind of fan" i sipped the liquid in his drink.

A fan.

a fan. A fucking fan. He looks at me like a fan. I took a bullet for him. I lost limbs and lost an eye. I kept secrets from my own family to protect Logan. Almost died protecting my own mind from Xavier to keep Logan safe. I killed myself so that Magneto couldn't trace him. Destroyed myself from the inside out for the possibility that it could save Logan. Helped him regain some memories back when he lost them. Stitched him up when he lost the ability to regenerate. Snapped a lot of metal bones back into place. Held him when he had nightmares and snuck out of bed. Trying to not wake him in the middle of the night to stitch the wound his claws had given me so that he wouldn't panic.

I held him in my arms while he died bleeding from the mouth. Choking. Coughing as I sobbed onto his clothing soaking my face in delicate tears of agony.

But what would I know I'm just a fucking fan.

"No. No, I'm no fan. I actually come from another earth like Wade. I'm the first female wolverine to grace the earth in that universe. Feels pretty amazing sometimes"

For a moment, I saw a glint of smile on his lips. "Damn, a female wolverine, huh? So, do I still exist or at all in your universe?"

Oh. Oh yes, does he exist. He's amazing. Oh, Logan, if only I could express it to you. Not even Odin above or any Oracle could give me the power to tell you about my wolverine.

"You do. Infact we know each other"

It was a risk. Fuck it was a massive risk doing this. I felt like I was going to throw up or worse faint. I thought death must be kinder than this.

"We do?" He furrowed his brows "hard to imagine anyone would even fucking look at me in Any other world" he drank his drink again.

"In," I sighed and scratched my head nervously. "In my universe, you're actually my husband"

Logan could have dropped his glass onto metal in a soundproof room, and it would have been quieter than the silence that fell upon the forest as I spoke. He shifted his head slightly.

"Sorry i-"

"No, no, you don't have to be sorry," he chuckled.

He actually chuckled.

"You look like her. My wife. I'm my universe. She's dead. She died saving me. You have her hair, her eyes. Hell, you even fucking smell like her"

He stared at the grass by his feet. I felt his thoughts working in his brain. I felt him try to pick what to say and how to say it. Like the earth was spinning, and he was the only one standing still. I just focused on him. That's all I could do

"I wish just once," he started, "that it could actually be her. Passed the hallucinations and the nightmares and the dreams and the constant agony. I just wish once that whoever is standing up there in the heavens would just let me see her again"

But you are. I'm right here. I'm right fucking here. The woman who died for you in your universe. The woman who saved you and lived in mine. The woman you married and loved and adore.

But of course, it's not actually her. I'm not his me. And he's not my him. It's all just one big agonising dream, isn't it? It's all just a tortuous slow and painful circle that we must endure to live peacefully.

"I'm sorry I wasted your time." he gruffly cleared his throat and walked away.

I should have grabbed his fucking hand.

But I watched him leave.

[foxs0x]

SilverDyne with some Johnny / V flavour if you squint

Just a warning: Johnny's being an absolute cunt to Kerry

LONG POST

Some whump. I also basically rewrote and reordered some scenes from the game lol. Set around the Rogue / Johnny date mission.

Not sure what this is but I wrote it when I couldn't sleep last night.

2012

They argued before and after every gig like clockwork. This time was no different. Kerry had followed Johnny off stage, yelling at him over the roar of screaming fans trying to flood the backstage.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Kerry snarled, shoving past a stagehand. “It’s not your show, choom! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Johnny didn’t stop walking, didn’t even turn around. “What I always do. Saving your ass from boring the crowd.”

“Fuck off!” Kerry barked.

Johnny finally stopped, pivoting sharply to face him. The grin on his face wasn’t friendly — it was a wolf baring its fangs. “Fuck off? That all you got? Jesus, Ker, where's the creativity? No wonder nobody'll remember your name unless it’s next to mine.”

The words hit him like a slap to the face. He could see the way Kerry’s hands shook, how his fists formed at his sides. But no punch came. Like always.

“Know what your problem is Kerry? You’re a parasite. Always have been. Feedin’ off my rep, hopin’ people don’t notice how fuckin’ mediocre you really are. Second fiddle, Kerry. Always.”

Kerry’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding audibly. His pupils were blown wide, rage and hurt warring in his eyes. But as Johnny expected, the punch never came.

“Know why you’ll always be second fiddle?” Johnny continued. He leaned close enough for his breath to brush Kerry’s face and lowered his sunglasses, meeting him naked eye to naked eye. “Because you don’t have the spine to take the spotlight for yourself. You’re too busy standin' in my shadow and whinin' about it like a goddamn child.”

Kerry’s breathing grew heavier, nostrils flaring. Johnny could see the hurt. Could see the years of frustration and resentment bubbling to the surface. Could see how his eyes were growing wet with tears. And something ugly in Johnny liked it.

“You’re a fuckin’ pussy. And you're a quitter. Every time you had a chance to step up, you back down. Hell, even now, I’m right here, practically askin’ for you to hit me, and what do you do? Stand there, lookin’ at me like a kicked puppy. Pathetic.”

"You — John —"

“— Go on,” Johnny goaded. “Do it. Prove me wrong for once in your goddamn life.”

But Kerry didn’t. Like always.

Johnny laughed and took a step back from him. “That’s what I thought."

“Fuck you."

Johnny scoffed and roughly shoved him back with his metal arm. “Whatever. Now kindly ghost. The fuck. Off.”

He then ripped the dressing room door open and slammed it in Kerry’s face so hard the walls shook, finally leaving him in blessed silence.

The smell of cigarette smoke hit him before anything else.

Alt.

“Said you weren’t comin’ tonight.”

Alt sat on the worn couch, one long leg crossed over the other, and cigarette dangling from her cybernetic hand. Her other hand was busy using her cyberdeck. She didn’t even look up at him. “Was that Kerry again?”

Johnny didn’t answer. She didn’t need one when the answer was obvious. Instead he went to the dressing table, rummaging for the cocktail of pills he’d stashed there earlier. A couple went down with a swig of tequila, followed by a quick line of synthcoke. The heat in his chest blurred the edges of his thoughts and dulled the sharpness of everything else.

Then the rest played out like it always did. Her nails digging into his back as they fucked against the dressing room door. The inevitable argument that followed. The door slamming hard enough to rattle the hinges as she left.

And, like always, Johnny followed after her, pretending he was on the same level as her. Pretending that she wasn't too good for him.

"Alt!" He called out after her. She ignored him, just like every other time they do this.

He weaved through the chaos backstage where the crew were packing up for the night, and the buzz of the synthcoke already wearing off.

That's when he saw them from the corner of his eye. Johnny stopped dead in his tracks.

The stairs weren't lit and deeper shadows swallowed the corners, but there was no mistaking the familiar shape of Kerry pressed up against some random groupie Johnny didn't recognise. His hands were tangled in Kerry’s hair and Kerry’s mouth was on his, moving with purpose. The soft, wet sounds of their kissing filled the space between their gasps.

Kerry’s eyes opened mid-kiss, and that’s when he saw him. Their gazes locked.

It lasted only a second, but it felt like a lifetime. Long enough for something heavy to settle in Johnny’s chest. A twist of jealousy? Loneliness? Rage? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know.

But Kerry didn’t stop. He didn’t push the joytoy away, didn’t flinch, didn’t even acknowledge the moment beyond that sharp, deliberate eye contact. If anything, Kerry leaned further into the kiss, his hands sliding down the guy’s back, making it clear: this wasn’t about Johnny.

Except, Johnny knew better.

He tore his gaze away, his chest tight and his throat burning, and delta’d out of there. Past Kerry. Past the stairs. Past everything.

By the time he got outside, Alt was gone. There was nothing left but the glow of her car’s taillights disappearing into the dark. She wouldn’t be at tomorrow’s gig, and maybe that was for the best.

Everything was easier when it was broken.

2077

V came to, jolting out of Johnny's memories with the sharp tang of blood and asphalt on his tongue. He groaned, pushing himself up on unsteady hands. His head throbbed like it had been put through a blender. Fragments of static flickered through his mind. Glimpses of Johnny's date with Rogue, tangled with vivid memories that weren’t his. Memories he slipped into while Johnny had control.

“How’d the date go?” V muttered, wiping at his mouth as he staggered to his feet.

He half-expected Johnny to launch into a smug monologue about how Rogue was still into him, but Johnny didn’t even meet his gaze.

“Fine,” He said, his voice distant. “Until it wasn’t.”

“You fought.”

Johnny’s construct flickered into view, leaning back against the only burned out car in the drive-thru. His silver hand tapped an idle rhythm against his forearm. “Dunno what about. She just… got mad and left.”

V squinted, trying to piece together the fragments in his head. He remembered Rogue asking Johnny if he’d change anything if he could go back in time. He couldn’t recall Johnny’s answer. Then she was walking away. And Johnny — he’d just stood there. Confused. Hurt. Alone.

“Maybe she finally lost interest in you,” V offered cynically. “It’s been over 50 years, Johnny. People change.”

Johnny scoffed. “Nah. It’s not that.” He hesitated, then frowned. “Take me to North Oak. By the sign.”

“Why?”

“Tell you when we get there.”

The Porsche hummed along the road, the city lights a neon blur in the rearview mirror. Johnny sat in the passenger seat, uncharacteristically quiet.

“You know why Rogue left, don’t you?” He asked finally. “You saw it, didn’t you? In that skull sponge of yours.”

“Bits and pieces.” V admitted, glancing at him. “Why don’t you just tell me?”

Johnny snorted softly, his gaze out the window. “Maybe she figured it’d never change. Me. Us. It was always the same song and dance. Hot one second, cold the next. I cheat, she leaves, I charm her back. Rinse and fuckin’ repeat.”

“And now she’s sick of it?”

“Course she is. She was sick of it 50 years ago. But she always came back. Guess I thought… hell. Doesn’t matter now.”

They stopped at the overlook by the North Oak sign, the city sprawling below them like a living, breathing creature. Johnny’s construct flickered into view by the edge of the water, a cigarette materialising between his fingers.

“Kerry’s got himself a buck-a-mansion up here,” He said, staring up at the sign. “Done real well for himself.”

“And where'd you hear that?”

“Oh right, you weren't there.”

“Your big night out. Right.”

“Yeah.” Johnny flicked the cigarette into the puddle. “Picked up a few things about him, actually.”

“What things?”

“He’s depressed. Tried to end it.”

The words hung in the air and V wasn't sure what the expected response was. Sympathy? Understanding? He was never good at this kinda stuff.

“Oh.” He said simply. “That's why we’re here?”

“Yeah, wanna talk to him. Help him.”

“You sure? He might be goin’ through some real personal shit right now.”

Johnny’s face tightened. “Kerry’s always been a mess. Always personal shit. Always waitin' for me to throw him a fuckin’ bone. I never did.”

“And now you want to?”

Johnny turned to look at V, his expression raw. “I don’t know how, V. But I figure it starts with showing up.”

“Greeeaaat.” V sighed. “Yet another front-row seat to Johnny Silverhand’s ‘fix my mistakes’ tour. Can’t wait.”.

Johnny didn't respond. He was staring at the North Oak sign but not really seeing it.

He’d thought about Kerry more often than he cared to admit. The band days. The gigs. The fights. Always so much noise between 'em. Noise Johnny created to drown out the shit he didn’t want to think about.

Kerry had been the constant in his life, the one thing that didn’t evaporate like smoke. Alt came and went. Rogue loved him but (rightfully) never trusted him. But Kerry was always there, always lookin' at Johnny like he wanted something Johnny couldn’t — or wouldn’t — give him.

Kerry had always been searchin' for something. Love. Connection. Maybe just someone to notice him. And Johnny — selfish, fucked-up Johnny — had never been brave enough to be the friend he needed. To give him what he needed.

He swallowed hard at the burn of shame that crawled up his throat.

Maybe he wanted Kerry.

Once.

That was the part he couldn’t deal with.

Even now, the thought of wanting Kerry — of being wanted by Kerry — tangled in his chest like barbed wire. And then there was V.

He glanced at the young merc.

Johnny didn’t do feelings. Didn’t do attachment. Because if he’d let himself feel it back then, really feel it…

“I treated him like shit, V,” He finally said. “Kept him at arm’s length ‘cause I was scared of… fuck.”

“So what, you wanna make amends now? Might I remind you that it's been over fifty years, Johnny?”

Johnny shook his head, looking out at the city. “I don’t know. I just… I owe him, V.” He turned to look at the young merc again, his voice surprisingly earnest. “Means I’ll need to borrow your body again, though.”

V gave him a flat look. “Uhuh. Any other last requests?”

“C’mon,” Johnny said, a coy grin tugging at his lips. “I behaved last time, didn’t I? Gave you your body back, like I promised.”

V rolled his eyes but didn’t argue.

[thegreengnome]

Could I request aunt!Rhaenyra x niece!reader where they’ve always shared a strong bond, and one day during a tourney or feast Nyra gets possessive/protective when *her* reader is flirted with by some lord while reader is confused but basks in her Muña’s affections anyway?

Y/N detested tourneys. The overzealous crowd that cheered and booed at every little thing. The uneasy but pleasing bloodshed that made her wish the dress she had picked for the occasion was not so light in colour. But the worst thing about these so-called events was the heat.

It was certainly not a pleasant heat; it was sticky and sweltering and it made the whole thing unbelievably unbearable. Unfortunately, due to her royal status Y.N had to endure. Those should be her house words.

Y/N was sure that this was why the ladies’ fan was created. Said fan was waving at her face in a steady pace but it was simply not doing the trick. Perhaps one of the ogling lords could fan her, mayhap even two of them. At least they would be doing something useful instead of ‘discreetly’ placing bets on rivel houses.

“Are you feeling alright dearest?” Stopping her fan as elegantly as possible, Y/N brings her attention to her aunt.

Rhaenyra Targaryen truly was the realms delight, the hair surrounding her head made her seem otherworldly and her eyes glowed as she glanced at her niece. Rhaenyra was the one family member Y/N could confidently say she loves although her younger cousins could sometimes be entertaining.

“Yes, I am fine. the heat is getting to me today is all”

The look of worry makes Y/N’s heart clench. Its not a look one should see on the face of the heir to the throne. It made the girl want to reach out and take her aunt into her arms. Instead, she reaches for her hand. Y/N clasps it between her own moving her thumb over the back of it.

“Do not worry about me aunty”

Rhaenyra chuckles “I cannot help it” Rhaenyra brushes a wisp of hair from Y/N’s brow. Y/N cannot decipher the look that passes over her aunts face as she sweeps the hair but only a second later that look is forgotten by the neigh of an approaching horse.

The hand holding her own tightens painfully as the knight speaks out to the royal box.

“It would be a great honour if the princess Y/N bestowed her Favor onto me” ignoring the amused chuckles around her the young royal removes her hand from the ever-growing grip and grabs the Favor she had spent the previous night crafting with her younger cousins.

Y/N looks back at her aunt and pauses. Her once angelic face looks unusually angry. Her lips pursed, her brows furrowed and her eyes facing forward. Not acknowledging the girl next to her.

Y/N knew what her duty was. To please the lords and ladies of the realm so she makes sure a smile graces her lips. She smiles prettily down at the knight, a smattering of chuckles thrown in.  “I wish you good fortune to you ser”

The knight bows his head in thanks and makes his way back to the competition. Y/N could not see the knights face but from the proud looking stag on his dented shield, she could take an educated guess.

The look had yet to fall from her aunts face as she made her way back to her seat “Sodjisto”

Ignoring the sounds of metal on wood, Y/N faces her aunt determined to get a reaction out of her.

“I’m fine sweetling” Y/N had never known that tone of voice come from the women next to her before, well never aimed towards her. While Y/N had achieved her end her aunts’ eyes had yet to move from the knight.

An almost bubbling feeling started in Y/N’s stomach, a feeling of dread. Why was her aunt watching this knight like that? Why was it not her that was being looked at?

These feelings were new and confusing. The young girl did not know what to do. A touch on her hand distracted her from her thoughts. Rhaenyra had grabbed the hand next to her, her thumb rubbing the back of it. The weight was comforting.

Unbeknownst to Y/N. Her aunt was weighing the pros and cons of having the knight taken out by someone loyal to her.  

[iseltwalds]

I Almost Do

A Stacy/Edward Oneshot

— Stacy and Edward meet again after fifteen years, or so Stacy thought.

Set in an alternate universe where Edward is sent to The US undercover for university and ends up falling in love with Stacy before the events in the movies occur.

—

Her meeting ended precisely at 5 PM.

Thank heavens it did, because she was dying to go home, actually no, scratch that. She was dying to go somewhere else, somewhere far from home, down some alcohol, and forget about every memory in her mind that had any regard or connection to the man she once loved.

Running off right away from the function hall, Stacy was able to catch the departing empty elevator right before it closed.

Since she was rushing her way through, she thought it was empty. It was departing from the floor where the hotel’s multiple function halls were anyway. If there were any people she would expect to be in it, it would be her assistant, her team, or the hotel staff.

So to her shock, it wasn’t actually empty.

There was a man, dressed in a black three-piece suit, standing in front of the control buttons of the elevator, smiling at her like it was the easiest thing to do.

Worse, it was the man he had been avoiding since he stepped out of her breakfast meeting earlier that morning.

“Hey.” He called out softly, still smiling, but Stacy refused to look at him and give him any attention.

She didn’t care about his outfit, she didn’t care if he was there, but what bugged her was how easy it was for him to smile at her like she was someone he had just met.

In a way, that could be true. It was the first time they saw each other after he left days before their college graduation.

And that was fifteen years ago.

Was she expecting for him to be mad at her?

Maybe. She didn’t know.

But for her, all she wanted was a little bit of peace, a little clarity as to why he had left her.

Seeing that Stacy had ignored him, the man remains silent, patiently waiting for the elevator to move — but it doesn’t. He takes a peek at the buttons and sees that none of them are lit up, indicating that no destination has been selected.

He turns to Stacy slowly, his eyes meeting hers, then he asks “What floor?”

“Basement, Your Majesty.” She returned so coldly that her voice sent shivers down her spine.

Edward nods and presses the button and soon enough, the elevator makes its way down

But that doesn’t last long.

About halfway through, the elevator stalls and the lights close out, leaving them stuck in the dark, cold, tiny metal room.

Neither of them grasp the situation right away — it is Stacy who does first, and she immediately screams and her mind goes overdrive, panicking as darkness envelopes the place. She feels tears forming in her eyes so she fans her eyes. The last thing she wants to happen is for the man beside her to see her in a crying mess.

When she doesn’t move or do anything, Edward takes the matter into his hands and pulls Stacy away from the control panel so he could see the buttons. In an instance, he finds the ring button and presses it to inform that the elevator has completely stopped. Then he searches for his phone, grabs it and dials a number.

Miraculously, the call goes through and he is able to get in touch with Frank. When he got off the phone, there was nothing else Edward could hear but Stacy heaving loud sighs as she tried to calm herself down.

“Hey…” Edward sits beside her, taking her cold hands into his in an attempt to help her. “You’re fine, we’ll be fine.” He knew about her history and he knew that she couldn’t last in small spaces. “Frank says they’ll get this fixed in no time. We’ll be out of here soon, I promise.”

His words instantly turn her into a crying mess, “Thank you Edward” She is able to breathe out in between sighs.

They stay silent. Not until Stacy musters up some courage in him to speak.

“Why did you leave, Edward?” It takes almost her entire being to let those words out of her mouth. It scares her that it might scare him, it scares her that it might hurt him but this was for her peace of mind too. She needed to do this.

Edward laughs — one that she isn’t sure if she was amused or offended. “You know, now that you’re the one asking me that question, I also don’t know why I did.”

She frowns. “What do you mean? So you’re saying it had nothing to do with me?”

“You were my saving grace, Stacy.” He shared, voice so tender that it made her heart swell. “The reason I chose to study in The States was because I wanted to get away from the pressure of royalty. It was doing no good to my mental health and I know that if I stayed in Belgravia, I would go on to believe that I was not capable of serving my people with my own abilities.”

“That doesn’t have anything to do with my question.” She returns, bitterly laughing for a second.

“I’m saying I also don’t know why I left you, Stacy. Back then, you were the only person who accepted me for who I was, with or without my shortcomings.”

They weren’t looking at each other — and even if they were, neither of them would even see; but Edward could feel her gaze on him, and he knew that she could feel him looking at her as well.

“Okay.” She simply says, but underneath the thick darkness where Edward couldn’t see her, tears cloud her vision as she slowly and silently sobbed.

It takes moments for either of them to speak, and it is Edward who breaks the awful silence reigning inside the cold metal room.

“I’m sorry, Stacy. I know it’s long overdue and I know it won’t take away the pain in your heart, but I’m sorry. I really am.” He says, voice shaking as tears start to fall down her cheeks. Edward quickly wipes them off and fans her face in hopes that it would stop the tears from falling down.

Stacy doesn’t respond, but in the next seconds, she feels the royal beside her move closer, finding her body and pulling her closer to him. No words. Just their bodies pressed beside each other. No more, no less.

They stay like that for a while. Stacy takes in his hands, slowly massaging them just like how she used to. She does it so delicately that it makes Edward’s heart warm and he doesn’t want her to stop, but when she reaches his right hand, she abruptly stops when she notices there is a thick band wrapping around his ring finger — a simple gold band that seemed like a wedding ring.

Stacy stops for a moment before removing her hands from his, “I don’t know how long it’s been, but congratulations on your marriage.” She says slowly, careful enough so that he wouldn’t notice the tears that were uncontrollably falling down.

Edward lets out a bitter laugh but thanks him nonetheless.

And silence reigns. Yet again.

This time, it lasts longer. It lasts until the lights turn back on, and they find each other with red eyes, wet cheeks, and forced smiles on their faces.

Despite the worry that overcomes both of them, no words are spoken, no words come out of their lips, just their eyes stuck to one another like it were their eyes who were conversing.

His eyes were saying “Sorry.”

Her eyes were saying “Congratulations, I’m happy for you.”

Whatever their eyes were saying, they didn’t dare to say out loud.

Silence continues to reign until the doors of the elevator open and Stacy steps out of the metal room but before he leaves, she spins to him and a smile appears on her lips.

“Congratulations again, Your Highness.” She says so easily like she hadn’t been crying over it minutes ago. “Have a blissful marriage. I’ll see you when I see you.”

And in the next second, she’s out of his sight.

With tears in his eyes, Edward leans on the cold wall of the elevator as the doors close, gently rubbing the gold band on his ring finger — the same one she touched earlier, and whispers.

“Bold of me to think she’s remembered. She’s really forgotten about us.”

[the-fifth-rascal]

Tighnari gets roasted so much he turns into fox stew + Big baddie bonanza

Tighnari sprinted towards his own bus stop, sweat dripping off of his forehead, panting. He didn’t have that high a level of physical stamina, so his breathing became heavy and laboured.

He sat down on the bench, heaving as a girl came and sat next to him with an amused raised eyebrows. “You don’t seem like the athletic type,” she teased, biting on her tongue with a mocking smile. Tighnari rolled his eyes and downed the bottle of water he always carried in his bag. “Like you could run six block when your alarm somehow forgot to go off.” he examined the girls appearance. She has a well built figure, decent muscles while he basically had noodles for arms. Her long brown hair had yellow highlights, while he had short black hair with green ones. She wore one of those varsity jackets, which were popular amongst athletic students in particular, while he wore a turtle neck and metal rimmed glasses. Her dark brown skin contrasted with his dark skin quite a lot. “On second thought, you probably could.”

They must’ve been quite the sight to see, they were practically polar opposites after all. “You look like you’re deciding on whether to pass out or kill me.” “You should meet my friend, you two’ll get along well.” “Want an energy drink?” she asked, rummaging through her own bag before pulling out the same brand that Tighnari oh so so despises. “Damn, okay then.” “I appreciate the gesture, but I’ll never be able to comprehend how ANYONE could drink that without barfing rainbows.” “Of course YOU’D be barfing rainbows, Mr. fancy talker. What kind of kid says ‘I appreciate the gesture.” Tighnari could feel himself getting tired of the conversation already. Her and Kaveh would get along REALLY well. “It must be a difficulty of yours if you find yourself struggling with my excellent vernacular, my fair lady.” he shot back lazy, with a flip of his hand.

“That wasn’t even that good.” she drawled, fanning her face the slightest while Tighnari face was dripping with sweat. The area was barely crowded for a bus stand, the town was pretty desolate in general. Yet, it carried a sort of peacefulness with it. The birds melodious chirping filled the air with its delightful sounds, the sound of the wind being blown through the trees, a few stray leaves showering over them. “Anyways, I’m Dehya.” the girl, Dehya, said, holding her hand out. At the polite gesture, Tighnari accepted it, only for the girl to practically crush his arm. A crude reminder for him to actually work out. Supervillains would probably snap him like a toothpick the first chance they got.

“Nice grip,” he quipped, pulling his hand back and nursing it “I’m Tighnari.” “I’m not that strong, you’re just weak.” “Wonderful to know.” Dehya was about to retort something back, but the familiar scent of burnt oil on the tarred floor caught her attention. “This is me then.” Dehya declared with a wide smile on her face. “See you later!”

“Hey, I’m coming too!” he said, immediately standing up and taking his bag in hand. “what did you think I was waiting for?!” “I thought you were homeless.” “WHY WOULD YOU THINK I’M HOMELESS?!” “Nobody on this planet wears turtlenecks anymore. Why would you willingly dress like a nerd from cartoons?” “I don’t know why I haven’t told you this before,” he said, climbing onto the bus and flipping her off “but **** you.”

“Awww, little boys first curse word?” “LEAVE ME ALONE.”

They both clambered onto the bus, and there Kaveh was, waving at Tighnari and the back seat. And let's just say that if anyone looked homeless that day, it was him. He had circles under his eyes that were the darkest he had ever seen, looked like his body and mind were in a constant battle between sleep and conciousness. Worst of all, he didn’t even brush is hair, so his head had golden locks flayed all over the place.

“TIGHNARI!” he exclaimed amongst the chatter of the crowded bus as Dehya’s eyes darted between the two curiously “YOU WON’T BELIEVE THE STUFF I FOUND ABOUT THE POWERS!”

Tighnari didn’t waste a second before clamping a hand over Kaveh’s mouth, unfourtunately, he wasn’t fast enough. Dehya’s eyes widened just the slightest, either in amusement or surprise “Powers? What powers?”

The boy immediately shot a glare at his friend, before saying “My friend is just a big superhero nerd. Nothing much.” he spoke normally, while resisting his urges to smack Kaveh into tommorrow. But Dehya didn’t seem convinced, squinting her eyes dubiously as though contemplating what to ask. “Why’d you try to stop him from talking then?”

“Because…because…” Tighnari sighed. He knew Dehya had backed him into a corner. Now there was only one thing he could do. “Because I'm a superhero nerd too. I don't like many people knowing about it, it's not my proudest hobby.”

“A guilty pleasure then? I suppose it makes sense for someone like you.” she muttered, a smirk forming on her face at the last few words. Kaveh couldn't help but let out a chuckle at how red Tighnari's face flushed at the loose remark. It was plain obvious that he was biting on his tongue and trying not to say every single word in the curse book there was.

Luckily, his lame excuse seemed to have worked on the girl, her taking a seat in front of them and pulling out one of those sleeping eye masks out of her bag. She was resourceful, Tighnari could give her that much. “I’m gonna squeeze some time in for a shut eye, peace!” and then was out like a light. Kaveh was laughing at the girls antics the whole time, nudging Tighnari by his ribs “Who the heck was that, a senior? I like her!”

“She's not a senior. I think she's in our batch, but I haven't seen her before.” Tighnari stated wryly, stretching his arms behind his back before taking his seat next to Kaveh.

“I wish we would've! She's a MILLION times cooler than you. Way more funny too!” Kaveh cackled so hard he couldn't breath.

“Shut up, you're lucky I didn't shove you out that window after your little slip up.” the embarrassed boy hissed under his breath, gripping Kaveh’s shoulder unecessarily tightly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he winced, forcibly removing his aggravated friends hand “But I have something to show you!”

He pulls out a notebook Tighnari’s never seen before, but it was filled with colorful sticky notes, page markers and ink stains all over it. He opened up a page in the middle of the book, which had a messy sketch with striking resemblances to the robotic suit from the hologram Rukkhadevata had shown him. It had plenty of sidenotes on certain parts, explaining and justifying their mechanisms and whatnot.

“I designed this last night based on what you told me,” he said excitedly, practically jittering in his seat. “From the research I had done on visions, it CAN be used as a powersource, quite easily too. It’s like a battery, but it doesn’t have a positive and negative terminal like they do. But I have a magnetic force controlling it, I can seperate the positive and negative ions to power it..”

“Kaveh,” Tighnari said a bit more calmly as the bus hit a bump on the road. “You know I don’t understand engineering stuff like you do, could you exclude some parts about its mechanics and just tell me anything else that might be important?” Apon Kaveh’s immediately fallen face, he added “Just explain the rest of this stuff in lunch.”

“Okayyyy,” he mumbled, flipping to another page, before taking out his vision “I did a LOT of research,” he said, eyes twitching hinting at his lack of sleep and letting out a loud yawn which he barely managed to cover with his hand. “and I managed to find out more about how we can use our visions.”

Now THIS is what Tighnari wanted to hear. He pressed his lips into a thin line and let out a sigh “Do tell.”

“It took a lot of searching, but I managed to find a video taken off the net YEARS ago. It was about the archons explaining how their visions worked in an interview, but they decided to take it down because they ‘accidentally’ revealed too much.” he said, using his fingers for the quotation marks. “Accidentally?” “Something about them being under mind control or something, I didn’t bother checking that out. But who cares?! I actually managed to use on of my powers because of it!” Tighnari's eyes widened with anticipation, but tried to hide it with a raised eyebrow “Teach me.”

In the seat in front of them, Dehya stirred at Tighnaris words just the slightest. She pulled up her blindfold, eyes lowered as she eavesdropped on the conversation between the two boys. “Powers…huh?” she mumbled under her breath, her voice trailing off mid-sentence. Her head tilted slightly, not looking behind but her sharp ears catching every word while stealing a quick glance at her bag. “how interesting.”

*******************

Classes went by at a snails pace. Slower than usual. Kaveh didn’t say much after his dramatic reveal of him being able to use a fraction of the visions immense power. He’d been so distracted that teachers had to call in out. In public. Multiple times today. It was certainly humiliating, especially in front of Dehya. And yes, unfortunately she happened to be in most of the classes he took.

“Got your head in the clouds, eh Nari?” she asked from the desk behind him, prodding the back of his head. Because the teacher INSISTED on Dehya being allowed to choose her own seating, she choose the seat behind tighnari specifically to annoy him. He just knew it. “What’s it to you? And don’t call me that, only my closest friends can.” he replied calmly, biting back a slew of insults to the girl. She was certainly getting on his nerves.

She hummed lightly, spinning a pencil in her hands while actually looking thoughtful “Nothing. You just don’t seem like the type of person to zone out often.” An eyebrow shot up his forehead. There was no reason for her to understand that within the first few hours within meeting him. He could be possibly overthinking this, but maybe she had more brains than she let on.

“I don't actually,” he begrudgingly agreed with a nod of his head. “I'm just out of sorts today. High school is a weird place.”

Dehya seemed to appreciate his honest answer, along with being taken off guard by it as well. But her calm demeanor came back quickly enough. “I totally get it. All these new randos you're crammed with for the rest of the year pumped up with hormones, teachers who don't even do their jobs, did I mention hormones? Oh, and drugs.”

“What do drugs have to do with it?!”

“You'll find out after a while.”

And she left the conversation with that one strange remark, before eyeing the boy suspiciously. He shifted uncomfortably in her gaze, his thoughts becoming a long string of tangents. She sounded the same. She looked the same. And there wasn’t anything completely offputting about her. So why did her presence feel…different? Tighnari would consider himself a very self aware person, so he knew he was being incredibly paranoid. But that was good, he had to be. He couldn’t let anyone discover his powers.

Contrary to popular belief (Dehya’s) he actually didn’t know all that much in depth about Marvel or DC or even BNHA. (Kaveh probably did though) but one thing he knew was that almost all superheroes keep their powers a secret. Because if they didn’t, the bad guys could find out where they lived, hurt the people they love, and make his personal life a living hell. Could Dehya have heard his conversation with Kaveh in the bus? He could ask her, but that would make her suspicious and think they were hiding something. Which they were, but that wasn’t the point.

He had to be more careful.

So when their teacher finally stopped yapping and the shrill bell rang, making Tighnari’s ears throb, he pulled out his phone and sent a message.

***********************

“Okay, okay. You understand what i told you right now?”

“That’s it? That’s all you learnt to do?”

“Just…you…” Kaveh sputtered, his face turning red at the realization of how far they still needed to go. This was basically nothing compared to the Archons powers. Like, 0.0001% of it. “Its more than you figured out, isn’t it?”

Well, he was right about that.

Tighnari reached for the vision in his pockets, his fingers barely grazing it just for that tiny surge of power. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to focus on his own energy and muffling any and all distractions. It was difficult considering his oversized ears , but in due time, he managed to center himself. His body was struck with a sudden tinge of warmth, just like Kaveh said it would.

“Open your eyes.” Kaveh whispered dramatically. And so he did, and there was no other way to describe what he saw other than a chalk masterpiece. It was like the abyss he had been sent to three times the previous day, but everything he saw was in an outlining of white. It was quite the sight to see. When Kaveh tapped his shoulder, Tighnari turned back to see him glowing a bright shade of green.

“Elemental sight.” he dramatically annouced with wide arms “a useful exploration mechanic of the vision that enables the wielder to see other vision wielders in the color of the element they wield, elemental trails, and objects that they have interacted with!”

“And you’re green because you’re Dendro.” Tighnari mused “And it lets us see our trails…and things we’ve touched?” he looked back and could immediately identify his and Kavehs footsteps. Footprints that glowed green in the dark, just like he and Kaveh were. He walked over in awe at the green glow, before noticing something in excitement. He crouched down near the footprint to find tiny sprouts and flowers growing in it.

“That’s correct!” Kaveh beamed. “That was only the easy part. Now to figure out how to fight and use these powers.”

“What are you dorks up to?” an annoyingly familiar voice suddenly interrupted, making Tighnari and Kaveh practically jump out of their skins. In the split second he caught a glimpse of the girl, he was hit with the glow of a fiery red before yelping and rubbing his eyes. It was powerful. Vivid. STRANGE. Once he shut his eyes for that single moment, everything had gone back to normal.

“Dehya!” Kaveh exclaimed gleefully, waving his arm wildly with a gigantic grin on his face “How did you find us here?”. Tighnari didn’t tell Kaveh her name, so he assumed he heard it from one of his ‘sources’.

“I…had a feeling.” she shrugged simply. “What are you two doing alone during lunch? More importantly, why would you do anything else during lunch that isn’t eating?”

“We were just discussing our…” “Nerdy superhero stuff.” Tighnari interjected immediately, gritting his teeth “It’ll probably be boring to you.”

“I don’t mind!” she hummed peacefully, plopping herself on the concrete floor and holding out a bag “you two can yap as much as you want. But I have wayyy to much Candied Ajilenakh Nuts, so I was wondering if you two wanted any.” “Dehya,” Kaveh said, practically drooling out of his mouth “this is EXACTLY what I needed today! I was just hoping for something sweet!” and with that, he dug his hand and picked up a few of the candied nuts before tossing them in his mouth. Tighnari took a few as well, but only because he was hungry. His paranoia still lingered within him, wondering whether Dehya heard anything they said or saw what they were doing. But he had came to the conclusion that she was a pretty straightforward girl. She would have immediately called it out if she heard something weird, right? Atleast made fun of him for it.

So there was nothing to worry about.

Right?

*******************

“It is time.”

An assembly of figures, cloaked by the dark shadows that seemed to be otherworldly stood around a table made of pure crystal. The silence was almost deafning, only quietening when someone uttered their words of reverance or sorrows. Breaths came out as mist, fingertips were as cold as a midnight blizzard, and every step echoing off the bare walls of the grandious castle they stood in.

“The archons sense it too. The walls that held the monstrocities of the abyss away from humanity are escaping into our world. One by one.” every word that came out of a mans mouth was sharp and unfeeling. No fear, nor remorse. Just a strange…familiarity. “And when the heavenly principles sense an anamoly..”

“They brought back the visions.”

A man with a heavy, regal cape shifted just the slightest, an eye that wasn’t covered by an eyepatch of his devoid of soul. “I’m well aware. The abyss will immediately sense out the new vision wielders. So we’ll let those things draw them out, if they don’t get killed immediately.”

“And we’ll kill them ourselves.” a man with crazy looking eyes and a mask sneered, taking a beaker filled with strange liquid from his pocket “And by us, I mean our lackeys. While we slowly destroy the nations inside out.”

“Nonsense.” a man with thin rimmed spectacles and jet black hair intergected with a comparitively soft sounding voice. “We must try to recruit them! Although not as powerful as the Archons themselves, they will be quite a valuble asset to the Fatui.”

“Enough!” the eyepatch man ordered, slamming his fist on the table. A crack emerged from the bottom of his fist on it as it cut deep into the crystal. “Look at what you did, Pierro,” a comparitively younger boy smirked. He seemed to be a teenager, with his dim yet mischevious eyes and messy ginger hair “this is why we can’t have nice things.”

“Yeah Pierro,” a woman murmured softly, a giggle escaping from her pale lips “and I was getting hungry.”

“Your not making sense again Colombina.” another woman with white hair and stern eyes groaned.

“Can you all please…!”

“You should eat the table Colombina.” the crazy-eyed man suggested, prodding her playfully. “We were actually sounding cool there, then Childe had to ruin it all.” A young woman with dirty blonde hair, seated in the hand of what seemed to be a giant robot, commented.

“Stop patronizing me!”

In a short while, and argument broke out within all the members. And all the eyepatch man could do was watch with an annoyed expression on his face, knowing that an attempt to get them quiet would end up in futility.

@smileything

[endmeenby]

Chapter 1 of a Overlord Husk/Angel Dust fan fic inspired by @celestialalpacaron's Overlord AU (I love it so much thank you). Also pasted below incase you don't like a03

A Gamble, A Deal, A Promise

Chapter 1

It really wasn’t that different from the sound stage. Bright white lights, mechanical whirling. The stagnant smell of old and fresh cigarettes. The chirps of laughter mixed with the cries of despair.

“Do you like it, Angel?” Valentino purred in his ear.

“Yes, Val.”

“Good, because by the end of tonight, it will all belong to me.”

What a stupid fucking idea, taking over Hell’s only casino. Angel hadn’t asked how. He didn’t care why. When Valentino ordered him to dress nice, they were going out, Angel had just smiled and nodded.

Val led him by Angel’s collar (chain really, artfully designed to look like jewelry at first glance) deeper into the building. They passed slots, crabs, poker. Laughing demons holding money or drinks or ass. Angel spotted one sobbing into their hands as the dealer expressionlessly scooped up a mountain of chips.

Each table was full, except for one at the very back, the one that Valentino stopped at. He sat and motioned for Angel to sit right besides him. Besides him, not at his feet or forcing Angel on to his knees. Oh, now he knew where this was going. Now he knew why Val had brought him here.

Angel grinned a charming grin as he sat on one of the high stools. He rested his chin on his palm, manuvering in a way that the spaghetti strap of his dress fell off his shoulder. The dealer didn’t even glance up. He had been shuffling his deck before they showed up, and he hadn’t stopped.

“One hundred to cash in.” The dealer said. He was devislishly handsome, if Angel could say so himself. Short salt and pepper dreads and goatee, dressed in a tuxe matching every other dealer in the casino. The things Angel would do to him.

“Starting so low,” Valentino crooned.

“If you want to raise it, be my guest,” the dealer said. And his voice, deep and smokey. Oh the things Angel would do.

“Angel baby, you got my money?”

“Of course Daddy.” He leaned forward to give the dealer a view as he pulled a clip of hundreds from the top of his dress. Fuckin’ finally. The metal clip had been irritating his skin. The dealer didn’t even look up.

Val laid 5 bills out. The dealer scooped them up and tucked them into the inside of his jacket. From under the table he pulled 10 red and black chips. 5 he pushed towards Val, 5 he pushed towards Angel. He then flicked two cards at Valentino. Both stopped perfectly in front of him face up, a Jack and a 2. He did the same for Angel, a Queen and an Ace.

“Well aren’t you lucky,” the dealer said as he laid his own cards down, one face down one up right (A, 5). Angel morphed his scoff into a light giggle. Lucky, fucking lucky.

Val’s hand covered the Queen and the Ace. “He’s not playing.”

“Then why the fuck is he sitting at my table?”

“You said it yourself,” Val slid the cards back towards the dealer. “He’s lucky.”

Val won the first round, and the second, and the third. His shit eating grin growing with each chip that was tossed his way. Angel wondered why he had even needed him, he was doing just fine on his own.

Soon there was a mountain of chips in front of him. “I’m starting to get bored, Husky. How about we make this a little more interesting?”

Husky? Husk? The Gambling Demon? That can’t be right. No way would the Gambling Demon lose 20 times in a row in his own casino.

But now, the dealer, the Gambling Demon, Husk, looked Val in the eyes. “What are you suggesting?”

“You have such a lovely place here! It makes me a little jealous, you know?”

“You’re asking for a cut of my casino.”

“No, no, Husky don’t get me wrong, I don’t want a cut.” Valentino folded his hands on the table. “I want the whole damn thing.”

Angel wanted to laugh. He had seen Val act recklessly. The things he would do for power, the people he would kill, the spirits he would break. But this, this was just fucking stupid.

Husker split his deck in half and folded them back together. “If you’re coming for my job, you better understand the risks.”

“I know Husky. I’ll put up all the rights to my movies. The revenue, it would all be yours.”

Husk scowled. “I don’t want your pornos man. I said my job is on the line. You got to bet something actually worth a damn. Something that would actually sting to lose.”

Valentino’s grin flipped. Angel had never seen him like this. Val was actually thinking. He was debating what to do. Angel’s entire body was tense. He didn’t know how to deal with a Val that didn’t already have his next step planned out.

Valentino came to a decision. He snapped his fingers and a golden scroll appeared in his hand. A contract. Angel’s contract. He put it down on top of the pile of chips.

Angel felt like he was choking on his on tongue. “V-val, what are you doing?”

“Shut up,” Val said through clenched teeth. “Daddy’s got this.”

Husker laid the cards out. “Now, we can play.”