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pimosworld · 10 months

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Tango

Pairing-Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary-It only takes a little push for you and Frankie to stop dancing around each other.

CW-18+,MDNI,NSFW,Smut, horrible date, tf boys being protective, cursing,angst,comfort, fingering, unprotected piv,cream pie,soft-dom Frankie,sweet aftercare. Reader is not race coded and photo does not represent reader.

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A/N-I wrote this as a procrastination for my actual wips. Please enjoy my obsession with the tf boys being protective and as always hints of fishben.

Not beta read

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The bar is dark save for the few flashing lights of the music from the DJ booth. The thick humid air makes it hard to breathe as you belt out your favorite song while grinding on Santis flavor of the week.

It always went this way, you’d be the perfect wing woman for him, dancing with some person until you got tired and Santi would swoop in to take your place, and for a night or a few weeks you’d have a friend to accompany you on the dance floor while the boys nursed their beers.

You’ve been seeing this guy James casually for a few weeks that you met out one night on your own, but he wasn’t going to stop you from your weekly ritual of dancing out the stresses of your daily life. The guys seemed to tolerate him enough to invite him out, which is how you found yourself on the dance floor with ‘Francesca’ as they sat in the booth trying to look impressed with whatever your date was saying.

Pope was a Tom cat and had no issues picking up people but in his words ‘I love to watch you work your magic’. You couldn’t lie, it was exhilarating to be wanted by anyone. It’s not just a sexual attraction, it’s a rush when you can connect with someone on a different level. Inevitably once you introduced them to Santiago they would fall immediately but not before inviting you to join which you were adamant about not crossing that line with him-for now.

“She’s something else.” The sarcasm in his tone is completely lost on Frankie as he watches you and Santi’s soon to be hookup captivate the dance floor.

He can see it in their eyes, the way you make people feel like they're the only ones in the room with you. He thinks you’ve looked at him that way but he can’t be sure he wasn’t just seeing things.

“Ya she is.” It was supposed to be spoken in his head but evidently he said it out loud.

Will shoots him a look but your date hardly notices the way he said it with such longing in his voice. He knows, they all know that Frankie has loved you forever. It seems the only one oblivious to this is you.

“I mean it’s hot if she’s not your girlfriend but if she is…” Suddenly all attention is on him and he doesn’t even notice. The tension starts to rise at the table like lions ready to pounce and he’s the innocent prey none the wiser.

“If she is then…what?” Will speaks first, the stoic one usually wanting to avoid confrontation for fear of losing his temper, except when it comes to you.

“Come on, you don’t mean to tell me you’d be ok with the way she’s acting in public if she was your girlfriend?”

“Did I miss something?” Ben turns to face James, seated conveniently next to him and Will subtly grabs his arm giving a light squeeze as a warning. This guy is not worth it.

“She’s just dancing right?” He looks around the table as Will scrubs his face with his hands and Santi is too enraptured with you and Francesca on the dance floor to notice Frankie’s hard set jaw and crossed arms staring daggers at your date.

“Ya she’s dancing…she’s almost exposed half the room to her ass and it looks like they’re going to fuck right there on the dance floor.” Santi finally looks over at him tearing his eyes away from you and then to Frankie with a sly grin on his face.

“This pendejo got a problem?”

“No problem man,I just don’t know how comfortable you’d be with your girl acting like that.” Frankie digs his nails into his palm, sure to draw blood as he fights the urge to lunge across the table and teach this guy how to talk about women.

“If you’re upset about it you should definitely say somethin’.” The guys all turn to Will, mischievous grins on their face knowing what a massacre he was walking into.

You direct your gaze to the table completely oblivious to the conversation happening about you as Frankie smiles. His deep brown eyes look at you as if you’re the only one in the room. His signature cap turned backwards, encasing his curls. You’re locked in a trance almost forgetting about your date who you’ve left alone for quite some time with them. The guy wouldn’t even be here if you thought there was a chance with Frankie.

Most days you push those thoughts away, he was your best friend and if he wanted to be anything more he would make a move.

You grab Francesca’s hand to lead her over to the table, it is definitely time for a break and perhaps another drink while you rejoin Santi and the guys.

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“You boys thirsty cause I am?” Will nudges Benny to move so he can slide out of the booth.

“Next rounds on me sweetheart.” He kisses your forehead as he heads to the bar.

You sit beside Frankie and you’re acutely aware of the dull ache in your feet, you groan as you rub your heel under the table.

“I take it you’re not joining us on the dance floor.”

“No Santiago, you go have fun.” Frankie resists the urge to rest his arm on the seat behind you as he always does when you’re next to each other.

Santi and Francesca head to the dance floor as you lean into Frankie momentarily forgetting your date.

“It’s probably best if you take a break from embarrassing yourself anyway.” It feels like all the air has left your lungs as you glance over at your date in utter shock.

Benny gets a look in his eye you’ve never seen before as he leans across the table coming face to face with him. “I think the only one embarrassing themselves is you.”

James looks over at you now fully curled into Frankie’s side, his arm now draped across your shoulder with a gentle grip letting you know he’s there if you need him.

“Oh I see what’s happening here.” He gestures between the two of you and Ben. “Do you guys take turns or how does that work?”

Before you can blink Benny has his collar curled up in his fists as he pulls him out of the booth.

Will ditches the drinks at the bar to run over and grab Ben before you’re all kicked out.

“I was gone for two seconds, what happened?” Ben releases his collar shoving him into the table as Will stands between the two.

“Ben was just giving him a lesson in how to talk to women.” Frankie’s calm tone is a stark contrast to the feral look in his eyes as he stares him down just waiting for him to say something stupid again.

He hasn’t released his grip on you and you’ve all but melted into his embrace as you try not to focus on his calloused hand rubbing circles on your shoulder as the other picks nervously at the label on his beer.

“I’m out of here, you guys can have her.” He brushes past Will, not bothering to look in your direction. In true coward form he calls over his shoulder just far enough away from Benny. “She doesn’t put out anyway.”

“Fucking jackass.” They all turn to you as you’ve seemed to have found your voice again.

“Don’t worry about guys like that hermosa, they don’t deserve you.” His eyes have softened again as he looks at you, there’s a pull that you can’t resist forming between the two of you and you don’t want to fight it anymore.

He’s not sure if you're aware or if you were subconsciously rubbing your hand along his thigh to calm yourself. It’s having the opposite effect on him as a slow burning heat builds in his stomach, you’re inching your hand further and further and his cock twitches as his body betrays him. You take in a sharp inhale and he bites down hard on his bottom lip to suppress the groan threatening to spill out.

Will clears his throat getting your attention again as you glance at Benny with a wide grin on his face practically bouncing on his feet from the adrenaline.

“I’m gonna grab those drinks I left before I had to wrangle rocky over here.”

Ben slides in next to you caging you in against Frankie, personal space was not the boy's strong suit.

“Thank you.” He looks down at you with those big blue eyes.

“What are you thanking me for, sweetheart?”

“For defending my honor of course.” Frankie’s laugh reverberates through your body filling you with a warm fuzzy feeling.

“Don’t thank him, he loves doing shit like that.” Benny flips him off as Will returns to the table with the drinks, Santi and his date walk up still catching their breath from dancing.

“Fish should be thanking me for getting rid of him.”

“Ben.” Will's warning has him throwing his hands up in mock surrender. You almost miss the look Frankie sends him, a silent conversation between the two that looked as close to thank you as it could get.

“For the record I do put out, he was just having some performance issues.” Santis eyes go wide at the comment as the rest of the table erupts in laughter.

“I definitely missed something cariño.”

“Nothing much just Ben taking out the trash.” He finally notices your absent date and your close proximity to Frankie and claps his brother on the shoulder.

“Finally you two idiotas can stop dancing around each other.” Heat creeps up your neck at the thought of your crush being more obvious than you previously knew.

It relaxes you a little to see the redness on Frankie’s face as he’s been outed as well. He doesn’t deny it and that sends a rush of confidence through your body.

“I would never trust a man who didn’t like the sight of two beautiful women dancing with each other.” He looks at his date and she practically has hearts in her eyes for him. Some may say he laid in on a little thick but they fell for it every time.

Frankie adjusts again and your hand brushes against the bulge straining on his jeans. You give a light squeeze to test the waters and he leans down close to your ear. “You’re killing me right now, I hope you know that.”

“Do you want to get out of here?” He nods at you and drops his arm from your shoulder to grab your hand to help you out of the booth.

“Where are you two going?” Benny looks like a wounded puppy as his brother leans back crossing his arms smiling sweetly at the two of you.

“My feet are killing me, Frankie’s gonna take me home.” Decent enough excuse not that it mattered, they all knew where you were going.

“You’re leaving without me?”

“Ben!” Santi and Will say in unison and you can’t help the giggle that escapes you at his incessant teasing.

“Maybe next time Ben.” Frankie shoots you a look as you shrug your shoulders. “He thought you two were sharing me anyway.”

“Ok I definitely missed something.” Santi and his date slide into your unoccupied seats as you and Frankie say your goodbyes.

You’re buzzing with nervous excitement as you walk through the bar hand in hand. He’s keeping you so close, a constant reminder of his protective nature.

You’ve almost made it to the door before a large hand pulls you back slightly startling you. Frankie turns to see Ben holding your other hand placing a kiss on top.

“I’m holding you to what you said.” You roll your eyes as you look up at Frankie whose patience is wearing painfully thin.

“Good night Benjamin.” He says through gritted teeth as he pulls you outside. You both laugh as you jog to his truck to try and make a break for it before he comes back for more.

He opens the door for you as he’s done a thousand times, you lift yourself up into the seat and before you can grab it he’s already buckling you in. He hesitantly pulls back as his hand brushes along your thigh. You instinctively close your legs but his hand gently pries them open as he runs his fingers higher under the hem of your dress.

His eyes haven’t left yours as he waits for you to tell him to stop but you don’t. Your chest is rising and falling and the slow drag of anticipation is building the heat in your core. You don’t care that you’re still in the parking lot as he touches his fingers to your soaked center.

He silences the soft whimper leaving your lips as he crashes his into yours. You swallow a groan as you bite down softly on his bottom lip.

“Are you this wet for me?” You nod against his lips as he moves your panties to the side dragging a finger through your slit.

“This is what you were doing to me hermosa.” He had a point but you definitely weren’t this graphic. It’s so depraved it shouldn't be turning you on this much. The thought of being caught has a fresh wave of slick coating his fingers.

“I want you to come right here.” He dips two fingers in pumping slowly at first as his thumb rubs circles on your clit.

You’re panting in his mouth as your hips try to leave the seat. The buckle restricts your movements and the heavy weight of his other palm on your hip.

It would look to the outside like he’s talking to you with the door open as he uses his body to shield what he’s doing.

A familiar feeling is building in your center as he picks up his pace, coaxing you on with hushed words. You’re a whimpering mess while you grip his shoulder as he calls you his good girl.

“Oh my god Frankie.”

“That’s it hermosa come on, I know you can do it.” He’s growling in your ear as he rolls his hips into the seat for friction.

You don’t think anyone’s ever made you feel like this with just their hands as a wave of pleasure shoots through you. He presses down on that bundle of nerves that has you seeing stars and you’re stifling your moans into his neck as you come down from your high.

He kisses you soft and sweet as if he didn’t just take you apart in the parking lot of this bar. He pulls his fingers from you leaving an empty ache that you can’t wait to be filled. He brings them up to his mouth and drags them between his lips, humming at the taste.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” His confession and lust blown eyes have you momentarily flustered.

You grab his neck pulling him into you as you lick into his mouth tasting yourself on his tongue. After waiting so long the desperation for each other is seeping through every fiber of your being as he devours your lips like his last meal.

You pause for a moment as he rests his forehead on yours, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“If we don’t leave now we won’t hear the end of it from Ben.” He plants a chaste kiss to your lips before he pulls away and closes your door. You’re grinning to yourself at the thought of explaining to any of them why you were still in the parking lot.

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The ride to your house is less heated than your previous exchange but it’s almost better than that. His hand hasn’t left your thigh as he focuses on the road occasionally glancing over to you. You can’t stop looking over at him and his backwards hat doing wild things to your imagination.

The silence is filled with so much tension as you think about finally having something you’ve wanted for so long.

He pulls into your driveway, mirroring so many things he’s done before yet this time as he comes around to open your door and help you out you can feel the desperation. He’s crowding behind you as you make your way to the door, his hands caress your hips as you struggle with shaky hands to unlock it.

As you enter he spins you around pressing his body to yours against the door, his breath is hot on your neck as he trails kisses along it down to your collarbone and pulls at the fabric of your dress with his teeth.

You throw his hat somewhere behind him as you finally run your fingers through his soft locks, he moans into your chest as you tug him further into you. Every nerve in your body is on the edge waiting to be pushed over.

He lifts your leg over his hip as he grinds into you, his hard cock straining through his jeans as he rubs it against you. You reach between you to unbuckle his pants and dip your hand under the waistband of his boxers, desperate to feel the soft skin of his cock as you wrap your fingers around it.

“Fuck.” He’s panting into your neck as he cants his hips helping you stroke him over and over. He gently grabs your wrist stilling your movements. “I’m not gonna last if you don’t stop.”

“Bedroom?” Your voice comes out more timid than you like but he insistently nods his head as he gets a look in his eyes that you’ve only seen a handful of times.

You withdraw your hand and step out of your heels, he thinks you’re going to lead the way as you lightly push against his chest trailing your fingers down to put some distance between you but he sees a moment flash in your eyes as you take off towards the bedroom.

You may have had the element of surprise but just briefly as you hear loud footsteps quickly approaching. You’re giggling like some teenager as you round the corner to your bedroom. His hands are on your waist pulling you hard into his chest. “You’re going to pay for that.” He’s growling into your ear, breathing heavy behind you as he pulls your dress over your head.

You turn in his arms and graze your fingers under the hem of his shirt, lightly brushing the soft skin of his belly. He shudders under your touch as you lift it over his head.

This dance you’re doing with each other feels practiced like you’ve done it a thousand times. You don’t think after tonight you’ll be able to walk away not needing and wanting this everyday.

He walks you backward until your legs hit the bed, he gestures his fingers for you to scoot back as he strips down to nothing. He’s standing hard and naked in front of you, eyes boring into you hungrily like he wants to devour you.

He dips his knee onto the bed as he trails his fingers up your calf, leaning down to place kisses along your thighs and your stomach as he works his way up. He pauses between your breasts and you can feel his cock twitch against your clothed core. A half whine leaves your lips as he sucks hard on your nipple while his hand teases the other.

“Patience…I told you I was gonna make you pay for that hermosa.” Surely chasing you a few feet down a small hallway doesn’t equal the teasing he’s putting you through but you don’t want this to be over quickly so you will yourself to relax.

He tucks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and you lift your hips as he slides them down your legs discarding them somewhere behind him. He leans back a little as he spreads your legs wide exposing your dripping folds to him. “Fuck you’re beautiful.”

He grips the base of his cock, the tip is red and angry steadily leaking precum as he pumps himself over you groaning at the way your pussy clenches in anticipation. He drags the tip through your slit without pressing in, the sensation is too much and not enough as you try to raise your hips. He presses you down hard into the mattress with his other hand as his lips crash into yours swallowing your whimpers of frustration.

“I like those little noises you make…I might just keep playing with you for a while.” He teases your entrance just barely pressing into your core and then slowly pulls away. He chuckles into your neck at the loud mewl you let out.

He’s trying to kill you. If you died this way it would be worth it.

“Frankie…” Your attempt at begging is cut off as he buries himself to the hilt, he’s so thick and the stretch is almost too much but he slowly starts to rock his hips and you both let out a sigh of relief as your body finally relaxes. Your legs spread wider to wrap around his waist as your feet press against his ass to pull him in closer.

“Fuck this pussy feels like heaven.” He moans into your neck as he picks up his pace, you can feel every ridge of his cock through your walls as you clench down hard on him, the sounds coming from him only spur you on more as you lift your hips to meet his thrusts.

He grabs your hands placing them above your head as he looks between you watching where your bodies meet. You’re shaking beneath him as your climax quickly approaches, he leans down kissing you and swallowing every moan that leaves your lips.

His pace is faltering and you can tell he’s right on the edge with you. You lock your fingers with his still placed above your head as you whisper praises into his ear and chants of his name.

“Come with me Frankie.” The breathless tone of your voice and the lone tear falling down your face as you come hard, clenching down on him. It’s like a firework behind your eyes as he shouts your name into your neck grinding his hips once and twice before he collapses his weight on top of you.

You lay there a while rubbing soothing lines up and down his sweaty back as he tries to catch his breath.

“I’m crushing you.” He tries to slide off you but you cage him in with your legs not yet ready to face the moment where he might leave.

“Just a little bit longer please?” He kisses your lips as an answer. Swollen and puffy from the night's activities but so soft in his own way.

He eventually pulls away from you as he retreats to your bathroom, you can faintly hear the sound of running water as sleep tries to claim you. He returns with a washcloth as he delicately wipes your thighs and your folds with such care that you almost cry. No one’s ever cared for you like this after sex. It’s a shame how foreign it feels.

“It would probably be more comfortable if we slept under the covers.” He’s trying to tug them back as you register what he’s saying.

“You want to stay?” He pauses at your words perhaps a little forward in assuming you wanted him to.

“Of course…only if you want.” You crawl under them faster than you realize and pat the spot next you where you normally have a mountain of pillows.

He slides in perfectly as he pulls you flush against him, his slow breaths fanning the back of your neck as he starts to fall asleep.

The unspoken rhythm of this dance finally finds its voice between you.

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hellfirenacht · 6 months

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Plus One Chapter 2

Summary: Once upon a time, you made a deal with the school freak that if he ever got famous then he'd invite you to be his plus one at a red carpet event. Now a decade later an invite shows up at your house asking you to be the +1 to Eddie Munson, front man of Corroded Coffin. (1)

Tags: modern!au, Eddie and Reader are in their late 20's/early 30's after the deal is made. Rockstar!Eddie. Friends to strangers to friends to lovers, references to Flight of Icarus characters. Eventual smut. No use of y/n, reader description is as vague as possible

No beta, we die like Jason Carver.

Eddie Munson

The name echoed in your mind for the rest of the day, bouncing around and trying to connect a name with a face the whole time you were at work. Of course this was the one day that you had forgotten to charge your phone, and were stuck in an endless loop of trying to figure out who it was.

Without your phone you were stuck listening to the radio on the way home. You flipped through the different stations, trying to find any channel that was playing music and not on a commercial break. The screech of an electric guitar gave you pause, giving the song a good five seconds to impress you before you continued your channel surfing.

The sting of the guitar rocked through your car and penetrated your brain in a way that felt electric. In five seconds you had removed your hand from the radio dial and were focused on driving again. The roads were empty this late at night, allowing you some extra room in your mind to enjoy the song. Vocals came in, scratching your brain in a pleasant way as you caught the final chorus before it faded out and the DJ came back on.

“And that was Corroded Coffin with their latest single Storm.” Announced the DJ, and you nearly slammed on the breaks from shock.

Corroded Coffin. The invitation. Okay, so it had to be a joke, right? There was no way that the letter that had appeared in your mailbox was really addressed to you from them.

It was only by pure luck that you were able to speed home without any cops pulling you over. You rushed into your apartment and grabbed the invitation that had been left on your counter before shoving your charge cable into your phone.

When it didn’t turn on right away you hurried over to your laptop and opened it, thankful that there was no delay. You made quick work of typing in ‘Eddie Munson’ and ‘Corroded Coffin’ into the search bar.

The results were instantaneous as pictures of a band popped up, as well as a flood of articles about the band’s latest goings on. You scanned the results and pulled up the latest one about how the band had been nominated for Best Metal Album at this year's Hellfire Awards. You quickly learned that the Hellfire Awards were a pretty big deal in the alternative music scene as everything was decided by the fans rather than a panel of industry judges.

You pulled up another article focused on Eddie himself and you stared at the picture as you started to remember who this man was. You got up and went to your closet, haphazardly pulling out boxes and bags until you found an old stash of high school memorabilia that you never looked at but never could bring yourself to toss.

At the bottom of the box was the thick yearbook from your graduating year. You flipped through it quickly to the Senior photos, singing the alphabet song in your mind as you made your way to the M’s for-

Eddie Munson. (insert funny senior quote here)

You stared at the picture for a good long while as you tried to comprehend what was actually happening. You brought the book to your laptop again, comparing the pictures of the Rock God on your screen to the awkwardly smiling kid in the photo. Yes, that was definitely him. He hadn’t changed much physically, his hair was still long and wavy and he still had bright and expressive brown eyes.

Memories began seeping in, as you thought back to the few weeks before high school ended. You flipped to the front cover of the book now, scanning the many signatures of long forgotten friends and the few of those you still talked to. There in the corner of the page was a message in scratchy handwriting, as if the pen had been refusing to work.

See you when I’m famous! Eddie Munson

You grabbed the invitation again.

A deal’s a deal.

His handwriting was somehow worse. Didn’t he have to write his autograph a million times a day? How was it worse? But it was still the same, and you found yourself laughing. Actually, you were in damn near hysterics as you pressed your face against your hands. This had to be a joke, right? One of your friends realized that someone that you both went to school with was famous, and had made this elaborate invitation to...

A deal’s a deal.

And if you forget to come back for Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.

You set the yearbook aside, sliding the invitation safely inside. Turning back to the computer, you started looking through Corroded Coffin’s past accomplishments; they'd been on the scene for a few years now, but had exploded in popularity in the past year and a half. They’d even played in Indianapolis just a few months ago and you were none the wiser.

That night was spent in a spiral of reading over articles, and (admittedly) stalking social media. Each of the band members had their own socials combined with the main Corroded Coffin page. You also skimmed the socials for WR Records, but didn’t find much interesting other than tour dates and updates on the other artists under the label. Oh, and you now knew that Eddie was about two years older than you. Huh.

The band was... chaotic. They posted a lot of videos behind the scenes, of them playing pranks on each other, lip syncing to other songs, and there seemed to be a running joke of everyone hiding Gareth’s drumsticks in weird places.

Magazines also seemed to love getting Eddie shirtless, especially tattoo magazines. They also liked him not wearing pants. They liked him in as little clothing as they could legally get away with.

It’s research. You told yourself, attempting to justify it. He has nice tattoos and I just want a good look.

Managing to tear your eyes away from the photos, (and ignoring any warmth you felt in your stomach from them) you found yourself smiling as you turned on their music as you watched years of curated material unfold in front of you in a few hours. Their music was good, really good, and you wondered why you hadn’t heard them until recently.

Oh right, you were stuck on listening to the same couple hundred songs since high school. You really should branch out.

It was really late when you finally forced yourself to close the laptop and go to bed. You laid down and stared at the ceiling, holding the heavy yearbook on your chest thinking back to those last few weeks of school. Some memories were sharper than others. You closed your eyes trying to remember as much as you could. Eddie. An old notebook. A stupid worksheet. His smile. Some were less clear. Prom night. Graduation, forgotten small talk in the hallways.

Your crush.

Your heart jumped in your chest as you remembered that. Oh, right. You had a crush on him for those last few weeks, hadn’t you? You pressed your face to your pillow and let out a groan. Actually, this was no longer today’s problem. This could be tomorrow's problem. You put the yearbook aside and turned off your lamp and went to bed.

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So as it turns out, tomorrow’s problems do, in fact, become today’s problems. You weren’t very thrilled about this as you read the invitation for the hundredth time over breakfast. How the hell were you even supposed to respond to this invitation? There was no RSVP or return address or phone number!

Maybe it was a prank? But the only other person who would know about that deal you two had made was Eddie right? Or maybe you’d told one of your friends back then? But then why would they just now try a prank?

Your phone buzzed and lit up next to you and you looked it over. A notification from WR RECORDS was blaring at you from your screen. You turned the brightness down on your phone hoping that it would help lessen the shock. It did not.

With shaking hands you fumbled to open the message. It was clearly addressed to you.

“Hello! This is Paige Warner from WR Records reaching out on behalf of Corroded Coffin to confirm that you received the invitation that we sent out for this year's Hellfire Awards.”

You stared at this for a long time. You closed the message and checked the account that it was sent from. It had the official small check that meant it was a verified account. You felt like you were going to be sick.

You re-opened the message, read it again, closed it, checked the account again to make sure that your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you, panicked again, set the phone down, did a lap around your house and opened the message again.

This cycle would repeat at least two more times before you finally forced yourself to type a reply.

Which you instantly deleted and opened the message on your laptop instead, as if changing the technology you were viewing it on would somehow make this any different.

Read receipts were on. FUCK.

You googled how to turn them off for this platform. You could not. Double FUCK.

You’d left WR RECORDS on read for going on 45 minutes. Triple FUCK.

“Got it!!”

You sent the message before you could stall any longer. You cringe at the two words. Why did you double up on the exclamation points? Anxiety was spiraling through you at a million miles per hour before another messaged popped up.

“Great! Would you have a moment to talk to me about making arrangements? I have a few moments free right now.”

You hadn’t felt this nervous since you interviewed for your current job.

“Yes, I have time!”

Your answer looked so robotic and generic on the screen, but there was no time to think about that as your laptop screen lit up and started ringing. A video call. WR RECORDS was trying to video call you. This had to be illegal. It had to! You were in your fucking pajamas and WR RECORDS was trying to video call you.

You spent ten seconds trying desperately to make yourself look presentable and threw on your robe over your pjs. At least the robe was clean and didn’t have any holes in it. You tightened it around you as much as you could. Took a deep breath and answered the call.

A woman a few years older than you appeared on screen. She had short dark hair and a face full of freckles. “I’m so sorry for the last minute call.” she said. “I’m Paige Warner, I’m the manager for Corroded Coffin.”

Your throat felt dry as you choked out your name with a nervous smile. Of course you’d left your drink in the kitchen and there was no graceful way to grab it now.

Paige wasn’t here to waste time or make small talk, she jumped right into it. She didn’t even blink at your outfit. “The annual Hellfire Awards will be held a month from now. We are willing to offer you travel expenses and hotel to come down, and the band has also agreed to pay for any hair and make-up as well as an outfit to wear onto the red carpet.”

“Red carpet.” You said dumbly. Wait you were going to- they wanted you to what.

“Yes, Eddie specifically requested that you join him on the red carpet.” Paige said, furrowing her brows. “He said that you would remember your deal.”

“I, uh...”

Paige looked at her watch and you could tell that she was starting to get antsy. “I can have plane tickets and a hotel booked for you by tonight. All I need is for you to sign this agreement and have it sent back to me before 5 pm PST. I’ll have it sent to your email. Now, about your involvement with-”

She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence as there was suddenly a lot of background noise as it sounded like people were filing into her office.

“Paige, can you hide the drumsticks this time?” came a voice off screen. “We’re running out of ideas.”

“Jeff, I can’t right now I’m currently talking to-”

“OH! Is that her? Let me see!” Jeff suddenly ran on screen and your eyes nearly popped out of your head at the site of the bass player appearing behind her.

“Hi! You’re Eddie’s friend right?” He smiled wide at you, and all you could do was nod.

Friends? That seemed generous for the situation but it would have been rude to say otherwise.

“Oh shit, I should go get Eddie to say hi!” Jeff said, tossing the drumsticks down onto Paige’s lap and running off.

“Jeff, no!” she called after him but you had a feeling that her protests weren’t going to mean anything. You froze up as the idea of seeing Eddie again started to sink in.

“I’m so sorry for him, they all get excited too easily.” Paige said. “Jeff, I said no I need to finish this call and then I have other work to do! Work on this computer!”

Jeff just appeared again, grabbed the back of her chair and rolled her away with the biggest grin. “You can pretend to be us and post boring updates on our account later. The internet isn’t going anywhere.”

The absurdity of this was not lost on you and you covered your mouth with your hand to stifle a giggle. This was playing out as if it had happened a hundred times before, and off screen you heard Paige’s exasperated sigh. “Five minutes.” she said firmly.

“Thank you, five” Came the sound of not just Jeff’s voice but another voice.

The sound of another rolling chair echoed through your crappy computer speakers and at first all you could see was the lower torso of a t shirt as someone moved into frame before they sat down in front of the camera.

Eddie Munson. Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson.

Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin.

“Uh, hi.” he said with a wide grin, and a wave and you desperately tried to reconnect the wires in your brain to say hi back.

Last night you’d seen carefully curated pictures of him, making him look untouchable. You’d seen him on stage holding his guitar, looking like a Rock God. You’d seen him spread out over pages of magazines, wearing clothing that was specifically tailored to make him look like, well, like he was better than any normal person. You’d even seen him wearing damn near nothing, covered in tattoos making him damn near look like a porn star.

Now he was sitting across from you (virtually) with his hair pulled back in a sloppy bun, and a faded t shirt with a questionable stain on it. There was unshaven stubble that looked like it didn’t know if it was growing out or if he’d forgotten to shave for the past few days. For five seconds, you felt like you were in high school again, as you finally managed to talk.

“Hey.” you said back. Nailed it.

“So you’re coming right?” Eddie said eagerly, and even with the lower quality of the video call (which was because of your internet, and not Paige’s webcam, you were sure of), you could see the way his large brown eyes showed excitement.

“You really want me to?” you blurted out. You couldn’t help it, none of this seemed real. Hell, you hardly believed that someone from Hawkins High School had managed to get out of the sad town and become famous. This was a lot to learn in two days.

“We had a deal, remember?” Eddie said. “And I’m not gonna risk you cursing me because I forgot to invite you the last four and a half years.”

“Well... I guess I should go then.” you replied. “I mean, if I don’t then I’m going to have to learn how to curse-”

“You’re allowed to say ‘fuck’, we do it all the time!” yelled out Jeff from behind Eddie.

“Shut up, Jeff!” Eddie grabbed a piece of paper off of Paige’s desk, crumpled it up and threw it at his bandmate. He was laughing through and when it made contact with Jeff, he fell down dramatically. “Ignore him, we’re all idiots.” Eddie turned back to you.

There had been a time in high school where Eddie Munson was regarded as a freak, a delinquent, a druggie, someone dangerous. When you had been paired together for a worksheet, you found yourself at ease with him, talking to him as naturally as you would any other friend. And now, nearly a decade later, he was a celebrity, a legend, constantly being swarmed by fans and groupies and paparazzi. Yet here you were, laughing at his antics the same way you had all those years ago.

Freak. Rock Star. Eddie Munson.

You found your shoulders relaxing and you were smiling at him. “It’s fine, I guess I’ll start with cursing Jeff and working my way through the band until I get to you.” you told him.

“You can’t!” protested Eddie. “I’m holding up my end of the deal! We said five years and if you don’t come to this one you’ll have to come to the Accolades and I think you’d curse me for that one anyway because it’s so boring.”

“Boring? The Accolades? You mean the biggest event of the year for all the tabloids?” you asked. It was hard imagining any of Eddie’s life being boring.

“Worse than Higgins’ speech for our graduating class.” Eddie said seriously. “You thought he was long winded? The Accolades are just a bunch of old farts who like to pat themselves on the back and insult anyone who doesn’t meet their standards.”

You nodded. “Alright, yeah, I guess I would have to take up witchcraft for that.”

“Wait, is she actually a witch?” Jeff said, finally getting up and walking back over.

“If she comes to Hellfire we won’t have to find out.” Eddie laughed and looked directly into the camera. It was unnerving, because that meant that he was getting as close to direct eye contact with you as he could in this current situation. Your heart jumped as his expression shifted. “You are coming, right?”

Maybe it was his big brown doe eyes, or the sincerity in his voice. Maybe it was the small ember of a crush that you had long thought was snuffed out. Maybe it was the way you had already exhausted yourself from your earlier anxiety. Hell, maybe it was the fact that you’d seen him nearly naked for a magazine spread just hours before.

You couldn’t say no, even if you wanted to. And you really did not want to.

“Yeah.” you said quickly. You’d figure out getting time off somehow. “Yeah, I’ll be there. Just tell me where to go.”

Eddie’s chair was pushed away and Paige returned to the camera with a small protest. The five minutes were up.

“I’ve sent you an email with an NDA. Sign it, and we’ll get everything taken care of.” she said.

You wasted no time pulling up the email on your phone, giving it your electronic signature, and sending it back. Though, maybe you should have wasted a little time reading a legal document. Well, it was too late now.

“Alright, you two need to leave now.” Paige said to Eddie and Jeff. “I have to finish up with her here.”

“Wait, what about the drumsticks?” Jeff asked.

“I already hid them.” There was a light in her eyes that you liked. She wasn’t all business, it seemed.

Eddie stuck his head back into view, giving you a full smile with teeth. “I’ll see you when you get here!” he said before Paige shooed them both away again.

The last words you caught from Jeff were a muffled ‘day off’ and ‘campaign’, followed by the clicking of a door.

The next few minutes was Paige gathering your information and giving you a brief rundown of the papers you had just signed. She said that she’d be in touch with you within the next week to send you all of the travel information and to email her with any questions or concerns.

When the call finally ended, you were left staring at the last message sent by WR RECORDS with Paige’s personal email address. It wasn’t even noon and you’d already talked to a former-classmate-turned-rock-star, dodged allegations on being a witch, spoke to the manager of a metal band that you had only just started listening to the night before, and RSVP’d yes to walk the red carpet for one of the biggest alt music awards shows.

You closed the laptop, called out of work, and went back to bed.

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kennysboxergf · 11 months

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Can you please write a smutty imagine with Niko. You and Niko are exes and you happen to be at the same party, and you’re dancing with other guys (could be sharky idm) to make him jealous and then you guys end up arguing and doing it 🤪

Better than him ~ Niko Omilana

You said Sharky but I went with Kenny hope u don’t mind girlie 😘 and sorry for the wait I hope it’s worth it 🫶🫶 this did end up being 2.5k I think

⚠️smut warning⚠️

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You adjusted the strap of your black skin-tight dress. You had chosen this one specifically to fuck with one person at this party. Niko.

Damn bastard flirted with you, called you his girlfriend and fucked you good and then broke the relationship off 4 months in? Without giving you a single reason?

The worst part in all of this was that you were still friends with his friends so when Kenny extended an invitation to come party with him and the Beta Squad + extended team you accepted. You liked them all well enough, all of them except him.

You walked through the gates and heard the party was already in full roar, you had arrived 45 minutes-ish late, to keep the man guessing. You had figured he already knew you were coming, so it didn’t really matter when you showed up the night would go the same way. You would talk to and maybe dance with a few of his friends while he talked and danced with a few of his and the two of you stayed out of each other's ways.

So that’s what you did.

Upon entering you walked straight up Darkest and asked him where you could get drinks. He smiled at you and led you to the makeshift bar. You poured yourself a quick soda and stood there, drinking and analysing the scene looking for a familiar face.

You noticed Chunkz and Sharky off to one side talking to Filly who was over exaggerating something or the other. You found AJ and Kenny in the middle of the room dancing their asses off to some random pop song and you noticed him with George on the sofas talking about something.

He hadn’t seemed to notice you yet, so you decided to make him. You chugged the rest of your drink and took a breath before walking up to the dance floor to join AJ and Kenny. AJ’s head was pointed to the floor as he did some rendition of an Irish jog or something similar but Kenny’s head popped up as he saw you approaching.

You extended a hand in his direction and he gladly grabbed onto it. You thought somewhere in the back of your mind that Kenny had always had something for you but you pushed it away as he pulled you in.

You tread carefully so as to not stumble over your own heels as you got closer to him. He said something along the lines of “Y/n! You’re here!” So you grinned and nodded in response.

The music was pumping loud so you had to get real close to the man to hear anything he was saying, and you might as well, because of course there was no one here who would get jealous right?

As his memory flooded into your mind you looked over in his direction to see him still chatting to George. You huffed in annoyance before putting your hand up and yelling, “DJ! Put on something sexy!”

You rolled your hips as you said the last word and saw Kenny’s eyes trail down your body. This dress really did do wonders for your curves.

You cheered as “Pillowtalk” by Zayn floated over the room. You sneaked a glance at Niko to see him finally looking back at you. Perfect.

You grabbed onto Kenny’s shoulders and leant in, “dance with me” you whisper yelled into his ear. You had never seen a man nod back so vigorously as his hands travelled onto your hips.

The two of you moved in sync with the beat. The innocent dancing quickly morphed into more and his hips came up to meet yours. You relented and at this point the two of you were borderline grinding on each other in the middle of this party.

You looked over at Niko once more and saw him sitting there, clutching the sofa. His knuckles were turning white with the pressure and his face was set in a glare of jealousy. You caught his eye and winked and that ended up being the final straw.

You watched as he pushed himself off the chair and into the dance floor. You felt his hands on your arm and felt the chill as Kenny’s fell off your hips. You heard some shouts and threats but the anger boiling inside you was enough to muffle them.

This absolute scumbag! How dare he break up with you and then try to claim you like you were still his? You felt his hands burning into your wrist and pushed him off. While you had been too immersed in your thoughts he had dragged the two of you up the stairs and into his room.

The familiarity of the room only served to raise your anger and you yelled, “what the fuck?” at him.

He huffed and you could see the same fire you felt flow through you burning behind his eyes. “You come here.” He starts, taking a step towards you, “and you decide you’re going to start acting like you’re some kind of-“

He trails off mid sentence but you’re not going to let him go with that. You take a step towards him now.

“Some kind of what?” You ask, pointing a finger in anger, “I’m a what, Niko?”

He turned away from you, “nothing” he murmured.

You lean forward to grab his arm and turn him back around. His head was bent down to look at the floor.

“Complete your fucking sentence, Omilana” you threaten as you bent over to meet his eyes.

As you entered his line of vision he popped his head back up. Avoiding any eye contacts

“Nothing, ok, y/n! It was a slip up, let it go!” He yelled, throwing his hands in the air and walking forward so he was behind you and didn’t have to look at your face anymore.

“I am not letting this just go” you say, emphasising your point with your hands, “first you drag me from the party, which by the way I was enjoying, and then you come up here and call me names?”

“Yeah, I saw the way you were ‘enjoying’ the party” he muttered, his back still turned towards you.

You reached one arm up to grip at his shoulder and turn him around. He resisted your efforts so you went around him. The only space in front of him was on the bed so you climbed on. At this point you were on your knees on the bed to face him.

“Excuse you?” You say once you’re settled.

He turned his head to meet your eyes, “I saw the way Kenny was enjoying his night too” he spoke.

You gasped in offence, he really thought he had some sort of claim over you after your break up?

“I’m allowed to dance with people, Mr. possessive”

“But like that?” He practically whined.

You narrowed your eyes in his direction. “You don’t own me.”

“Look, yeah, I know that but-“ he trailed off.

“But what Niko?”

By now you had seen the elephant in the room. He wasn’t trying to get you to stop dancing with Kenny, he was trying to get you to dance with him again. And maybe, you were kind of into that idea but he wasn't earning that right back by just pulling you aside and starting an argument.

You adjusted yourself so you were leaning back on your hands on the bed, chest in full display in this already revealing dress.

You saw and heard him gulp as you did. His hands come up to meet each other as he starts fidgeting with his fingers.

“But. What.” You repeat to get it through his horny mind right now.

You eyed his crotch and saw his dick already hardening in his pants.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut” he whispers, looking up at the ceiling.

“Excuse me?” You ask, that was not the answer you expected to come out of his mouth.

He pounced onto the bed, taking you down as his weight crashed down. The breath was pulled out of your lungs as you landed on your back with him on top of you, his hands on either side of your head.

He leaned down to kiss you, and you reciprocated begrudgingly. When he pulls away for breath you push your body up to get next to his ear.

“Better fuck me out like a slut to prove your point” you whisper into his ear.

Niko was never one to bow down from a challenge.

He lets out a gasp at the words and pulls you into a sitting position to tug at your dress straps.

You raise an eyebrow, “why don’t you just lift it up?”

He looks into your eyes with lust blown pupils, “wanna see you, all of you”

You smile at his need but relented, reaching down to grab the end of your dress and pull it over your head. You watched as Niko’s eyes darted over your body, his mouth open in awe. The decision to skip the bra today was really pulling through for you.

“Are you gonna fuck me today or do I need to go to Kenny for that too?” You tease when he doesn’t move for a minute.

You see his eyes darken at the mention and he springs forward, knocking you back onto the bed (for the second time this night). You laugh at how easy it was to rile him up, the laughter only contributed to his anger as his hands worked double time at his belt.

Just as soon as you heard the whip of the belt as it flew off of him, his pants were down along with his boxers. You felt his hands grab onto your arms as he raised you up to the bed frame.

He holds up his belt in an unasked question but just as quickly discards it when you shake your head. You weren’t about to just let him have all the control after the shit he pulled today.

His hands grabbed onto the outsides of your thighs and made their way up to where the waist of your underwear lay. He slips two fingers into the waistband and tugs them down your legs, his movements are more gentle now as he slides them all the way off.

You watch as he leans towards your core but veers off towards your left knee. He leaves kisses up the inside of your thigh, skipping over the main event as he continues down your right thigh. You groan which eggs him on to continue. He repeats the same process once more.

The third time he starts at your left knee you’re prepared, as he’s passing over your cunt you reach forward to push his head down. He’s shocked at the action but stops himself before you get any more satisfaction.

You look down at him to see him grinning up at you from his position. The two of you hold eye contact for a minute before he goes back in between your legs. Your head falls back as he licks between your folds. Your back arches up to meet him as he licks at your pussy.

You feel the tip of his tongue at your clit and as he starts to kitten lick an overwhelming dose of pleasure to surges through your body. You moan Niko's name to which he chuckles adding extra sensation into you.

He pulls away when the chuckles evolve into laughter.

You pout at the loss of sensation but mostly at whatever you did to send Niko into hysterics in the middle of eating you out.

When his laughter stops you ask, “why are you laughing?”

The smile is still present on his face but he leans in to kiss you, “just the noises you were making”

You look at him with furrowed brows.

He stumbled over his words to correct himself, “just the fact that I gotta be kinda good at this to get you moaning my name like that”

You narrowed your eyes and leaned in to kiss him, “I could make you moan my name like that”

“I’d like to see you try” came the reply.

It was on.

You pointed towards the headboard and he held his hands up and moved there. Once he was situated with his back up against the headboard you climbed up and onto his lap.

With a hand on his chest you started to kiss him, his hands coming up around your waist. The two of you kissed on the bed for a good few minutes. When you felt he had somewhat let his guard down you made your move.

Moving quickly, you positioned your hips over his dick. The man barely had time to process what was going on before you were sinking in. He let out a loud grunt at the movement and his hands tightened around your waist, you gasped at the pressure but continued until you were flush with his skin.

You build up slowly, starting with small hip circles and building up to almost bouncing off his cock with every move. The slow building of your rhythm mimicked the slow building of Niko’s noise level.

He was also increasingly more and more distraught as you bounced on his dick. His head was thrown back and his hands were clutching on tight to the bedsheets. You could tell that he was close to his climax which was just as well as you felt the pressure build in you.

He still hadn’t moaned your name the way you said he would and you wouldn’t stand for that.

You slowed your pace slightly, earning a whine from your ex as he pulled his head back to face you. You cupped his cheek and leaned into his ears to whisper “fuck me.”

His whine turned into a moan of your name as he got the message. In urgency, he lifted you up and threw you down onto the bed, with you on your back he crawled over your wasting no time to slip himself back in.

It was less jarring this time around but you still gasped as his length filled you up. He continued the same pace you had set when you were riding him as he pounded you into the mattress. Your legs were pulled up to grant him better access.

He was ruthless as he chased both of your climaxes. You felt your walls tighten around him as you got closer and closer, a fact that drew deep grunts out of him. You came first with a loud moan which was the melody that ended it for him.

He pulled out of you and quickly jerked himself to the end onto your torso. You lay there recovering your breath and you felt the bed dip as he fell next to you. Sweat glistened on both of your bodies and you felt the warmth of his cum drying on your stomach but neither of you were in the mood to get up and clean just this instant.

“Got you to moan my name” you whispered through deep breaths.

“Fucked you better than Kenny ever could” he whispered back.

The two of you erupted into breathy laughter as the tension from earlier tonight dissipated into the darkness.

And if Kenny got a few bruises or a black eye or if the guys had noticed that the two of you got closer again you never heard about it.

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AHH GIRL IM SCARED FOR THIS ONE TO COME OUT BUT I HOPE YALL LIKE IT

as always requests are open and please come by and say hi <3

#beta squad #niko omilana #niko x reader #niko x you #smut #king kenny

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solohux · 1 year

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Oooooo! Could I please get an Omega Prompt Number 1 of Alpha Kylo/Omega Hux? If you'd be so kind!

1. “Uh, no- Please stop! I HAVE AN ALPHA, YOU ASSHOLE!”

It had been a good night up until this point.

The Vomian system has been conquered. All five of its planets and subsequent moons have fallen under First Order rule, giving them access to one of the main shipping lanes in the Mid-Rim and planets that are so rich in ore that they’ll have enough to power a new fleet of star destroyers.

An acquisition on this scale requires a celebration.

The Finalizer is in orbit in the Vomian system, though Hux is sure that the residents on the planet below will be able to hear the music and commotion coming from the recreational hall. He looks down at his comm, checking the latest message on it before heading for the exit.

“Aren’t you staying, General? This is your victory!” Lieutenant Mitaka stumbles up to Hux, having left Thannison behind on the dancefloor.

“I think not, Dopheld,” Hux says, noting how much his beta friend smells like alcohol. “I have someone waiting for me. And I must retire before my eardrums cave in from this dreadful music.”

“It’s DJ Rebo! The hottest Ortolan mixer!”

Hux scrunches his nose as the baseline drops. “It’s just noise to me, I’m afraid. But you enjoy yourself, my friend. I’ll see you on the bridge tomorrow. Goodnight, Dopheld.”

“G’dnight, General, sir!”

With that, Mitaka finds himself back on the sparkling red dancefloor with Thannison, their arms waving in the air with the rest of the younglings of the Finalizer. Hux smiles, recalling a time where he would sneak out of his academy dorm to find the secret gatherings of cadets to listen to the newest and hottest music from Courascant and drink from the bottles of liquor stolen from their tutor’s offices. Their music was loud and their behaviour was wild; Cadet Armitage would report them all for gross misconduct to the head of the academy before sneaking back to his dorm and sleeping contently.

Hux chuckles to himself. He’s too busy reminiscing about those times at the academy to hear the footsteps behind him, to smell the scent of a sexually aggressive alpha in the air. The moment he doesn’t become aware, it’s too late. A hand is clasped over his mouth and he’s being pulled into a quieter and narrower corridor, body shoved against the wall.

His belly is full of whiskey and rum, sloshing around and making the feeling of panic more like a herd of banthas raging through his gut. His attacker is laughing, pressing their large body against Hux’s, forcing the omega to share the heat radiating from their knot.

“Little General,” the officer says. “You should know better than to leave a party alone. Didn’t anyone teach you that a lone omega is the perfect prey? You never know who might be watching you.”

Hux blink, suppressing a moan when the officer’s knee presses up between his pliant legs. He recognises the man—alpha—to be Colonel Verral, a very capable and well-trained officer who helped lead the last of their troops to victory in Vomian’s capital.

“Colonel,” Hux pants, struggling against the alpha’s great weight and against the blurriness of his own alcoholic intoxication. “Get your hands off me.”

“I saw how you were looking at me in that last siege, omega,” Verral says, practically drooling. He’s drunk too, though much more heavily than Hux. There’s a distant look in his dark eyes, one that only comes with copious amounts of alcohol. “You wanted me. You saw how strong I was in the face of danger. You were…turned on.”

“I assure you, Colonel, that I was not.”

“Even now, I can smell it on you.” Verral leans in and presses his lips against Hux’s cheek, licking his way down to his neck.

Hux cries out, throwing his head back, “Uh, no! Please, stop! I have an alpha, you asshole!”

“Where is he, little omega?”

“Behind you.”

The sudden use of Kylo’s powers brings Hux to his knees too, having been held up by the invading alpha’s body and, now that he’s been flung across the corridor, the shaking omega can’t find the strength to stand. He trembles, suppressing the urge to throw up.

“I thought you comm’d me to tell me you’d meet me outside,” Hux says, plonking his ass down on the floor and resting his spinning head back against the wall.

“I did,” Kylo says. “I got caught on the dancefloor. The kids wouldn’t let me out.”

Hux blinks, finding that his alpha has very two very flushed cheeks and some celebratory confetti in his dark hair. Even his clothes are askew.

“Ren. How much have you had to drink?”

Kylo looks at his fingers for a moment as if counting but then frowns, pouting. “More than usual.”

“The ‘usual’ is none.”

“True.” The alpha flops down beside his mate, taking him into his arms and cuddling him close until the scent of the invading alpha is gone from Hux’s senses. “Sorry I was late.”

The unconscious form of Colonel Verral lies in a heap across the way. Hux brings his knees up to his chest and curls into Kylo’s side, though they both end up sliding down until they’re lying on the floor, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Don’t ever be late again,” Hux says, eyes fluttering shut as sleep nears. “Damn alphas.”

Kylo hums, pressing a kiss to the top of Hux’s head.

“Yes, omega.”

#kylux #omega hux #alpha kylo #tw attempted noncon #thank you for the prompt darling! I hope this was okay! ❤️

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elliemarchetti · 7 months

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The follow up to Habit Rouge, or the actual Halloween party, in Eris’s POV.

I stole LoA’s name from @andrigyn's A Swing in the Dark, check it out if you haven’t already because it’s very good, just like everything she does.

Plot: Eris recognizes Nesta’s scent at the party.

Warnings: no beta, we die like heroes.

Words: 3049

The music was strangely to his taste, nothing like the electronic crap that nowadays played on the radio wherever he went. For too many years the mortals had depended on technology for everything they did, and the absence of a DJ in favour of live music only served to demonstrate they weren’t welcome at the event. Whoever the organizer was, they certainly weren’t Eris’s age, or they would’ve preferred strings and trumpets to guitars and drums, but he knew how to find satisfaction in what he was given, especially considering the chaos of bodies moving on the improvised dancefloor.

With all those werewolves around, the smell wasn't really the best, and soon the stench of sweat would overtake those of the expensive essences the witches had doused themselves with, but even then, he would bear it, if only to find someone to spend that night of revelry with. It was his last lover who invited him, a witch from New Orleans with long white hair and deep blue eyes, the same shade as the ocean on hot summer days. Appropriate, considering her specialty was water manipulation. He could see her among the patrons of the bar, together with her brother and cousin. To the casual eye, they could all have been mistaken for twins, their features so similar and exotic. The oldest of them had his muscular arm around the shoulders of a middle-aged woman, and judging by the adoring smiles he flashed her from time to time, she must’ve been his partner. In the human world, in the broad daylight he had to avoid for centuries, such an attitude would certainly have caused a stir, but here it was normal, encouraged even. After all, although the sorcerer looked twenty-five at best, he must’ve been at least four times older. Surprisingly, Eris too felt his actual age on that chilly night.

He was born in Spain during a violent period, on a year in which freedom was only a distant memory and you couldn’t trust your neighbour, the risk of being sold to the Inquisition as Jew out of mere envy so high that one barely allowed distant family members to visit. The matter shouldn’t have affected him, the Vanserras were fervent Catholics, and it hadn’t, until Eris turned thirteen. He still remembered vividly the day he found out his mother was pregnant for the seventh time. His father had organized a sumptuous banquet, and had announced the happy news with such satisfaction Eris almost feared he wanted to demonstrate to the guests how active he still was in the nuptial bed. Lucien was born the following year, and despite the mild winter, the blood of the maids who had assisted Lady Vanserra during the birth must’ve run cold. The child had auburn hair, and eyes of the same russet as his mother, but his skin was noticeably darker than that of his brothers, so much so that the whispers he was a half Moor reached Eris’s tutor, who was engaged in a lesson with the three oldest children, before they arrived to Beron’s ears.

“Are you sure?” the man asked under his breath, and although the other two students had taken advantage of the opportunity to distract themselves from their books, Eris listened attentively.

“Half Maghreb, I swear,” the woman replied, before disappearing back into the corridors of the villa. They called it the Forest House, and although there were various woods in Spain, the name was due to the quantity of fruit trees the founder of the family had planted all around the estate. Acres and acres of land that Eris knew like the back of his hand, an advantage he used to smuggle out the suspiciously silent baby.

“Run,” his mother had told him that night, still covered in dried sweat, holding back tears. “Leave Spain before your father comes back and never return.”

Eris had kept his promise, even when he discovered they’d both been burned alive. Helion hadn’t embraced God, and Lady Vanserra hadn’t regretted having loved him.

How a fourteen-year-old boy had managed to keep a newborn alive could only be explained through the compassion of strangers: he’d met women who had acted as wet nurses, and had been offered all sorts of lucky passages; he’d sold some expensive heirlooms for twice their value, and he’d been hired as a kennel master even though he had no previous experience, just a great love for animals.

They’d reached England, where their aunts still lived, when Lucien had already learned how to properly talk and walk. The two women, younger than their deceased sister, had silently mourned Aureliana’s terrible fate, and at the same time did everything possible to make their nephews forget the horrors they had to endure, but in 1563 the plague reached the gates of London, and with it more suffering came. In that wicked year, Lucien lost his eye, and Eris was initiated into the supernatural in a rather unceremonious way.

Everyone knew the symptoms of the plague, the disease that had wiped out nearly half of Europe's population just two hundred years earlier. High fever, headaches and severe weakness were only the first of a long list of ailments that led to almost certain death, and when aunt Drusilla began to suffer from them without apparent relief despite the compresses and treatments her family subjected her to, the only reasonable solution was quarantine. Although it didn’t happen so often, it wasn’t unusual for some members of the same household to get sick and others not, but when the terror reached its peak, and the woman stopped sleeping because of the nausea, officers dresses in long black tunics, with thick leather gloves and masks that still populated Eris’s nightmares, showed up at their door to drag her to the lazaret. Lucien had tried to oppose, to place himself between the bedchamber of the woman who acted as mother and father for him, but someone had drawn his sword, and before Eris could intervene, a long red gash had opened on his brother’s face. The deep cut ran from above his eyebrow almost to his chin, and although they managed to stop the resulting heavy bleeding, Lucien didn’t wake up for days. Seeing his little brother, the one for whom he’d risked his life so many years ago, fighting between life and death had pushed him to extremes he never thought he would reach, and in the middle of the night he’d brought a doctor of ill repute to his room, without the knowledge of his grieving aunt. The man was deathly pale, with deep dark circles surrounding his pitch-black eyes. He spoke with a heavy accent, and something in his movements seemed ancient, dating back to times when there weren’t abundant wealth and urban centres teeming with life, but remote villages and a life marked by the alternation of the seasons. He warned him that he would have to pay dearly for his brother’s recovery, and that Lucien would no longer be able to lead a normal existence.

“A solitary life, with an insatiable thirst,” he concluded, after which he laughed at his determination to stay by his side despite everything.

“You would die, and you will do it long before he goes back to being who you now call brother,” he’d warned, so Eris asked if there was no way to follow him on that path, to condemn himself too, if this would serve to help him.

“It's possible,” the doctor confirmed, “but you'll have to pay double.”

The price to reduce his existence to the shadow of what could’ve been, to be dominated by predatory instincts that scratched his chest and broke his ribs if they weren’t indulged, started with the blood of two servants. Eris had sent for them on a plausible pretext, and then watched the doctor drain them as if they were tasty glasses of fine wine, no emotion in his eyes. Soon he too learned how thrilling the taste of healthy people could be, and how bitter that of the sick and the drug addicts was.

For almost fifty years, Lucien hadn’t forgiven him for that choice. It was too much, death preferable to damnation. Eris had told him that he could choose his own path, go out into the sunlight and burn to ashes if that was what he wished for, but at least his conscience was clear and he would know he did everything possible to keep him alive. Over time, his hatred had weakened, and by the beginning of the eighteenth century the roles seemed to have reversed. The habits and customs of the 1700s definitely suited Lucien’s character more than Eris’s, and the long scar had become the protagonist of daring stories that attracted the admiration of men and the adoration of women. Fame obviously proved to be a double-edged sword, making the borders of unified Britain too small for the comely pairing, so they visited the Empire of Denmark and Norway, Sweden, and the ever-expanding Russian lands, from whose territory they witnessed the fall of the Holy Roman Empire and the coronation of Francis II as Emperor of Austria.

In Moscow, Lucien met his first love. Jesminda was a former serf, a poor woman hardened by work and the constant cold that characterized her homeland. She didn’t care that Lucien was a vampire, nor did he care about the dirty looks they were given when they walked the fancier streets, but her family soon forbade her from seeing a man she wasn’t married with, and since there was no way for Lucien to enter a church without perishing, he had to abandon her. More than Eris himself, who knew very little of love at the time, it was Vasilisa Melentyeva who consoled him. Sixth wife of Tsar Ivan the Terrible, after her husband sent her to a monastery to forget about her and have the freedom to remarry, she fled, resolute in not watching life pass before her eyes, only to end up in the hand of a Death God who first trapped her under the ice of Lake Baikal, and then, when he’d grown tired, cursed her to live the daily hours as a flaming bird, so she could act as a reminder of his immense powers for the growing supernatural population. After a quarter of a millennium, and with the impossibility of communicating when most of the people were awake, Vasilisa found it extremely difficult to adapt to the innovations that had radically changed the daily life she remembered, but in the end she succeeded, and the meeting with a heartbroken Lucien had solidified her will to live.

The latest addition to the bizarre group of redheads, and the one who broke the pattern with his brown hair, had been a sarcastic witch hunter whose soul had been trapped in a disturbing ring decorated with his own eye. The maker of said piece of jewellery had a history with the guy, he killed her sister during a previous job, but Eris pitied the finding he made at the end of the 19th century, and since he needed a specific set of skills to reconstruct a body, he, Lucien and the beautiful Vassa moved to France in hope to win over the leader of a renowned Aquitaine congregation. Grateful for what they did for him, and without any ties to his previous home, Jurian remained with them, discovering to his horror he was unable to age. Immortal and immutable were the only adjectives the magical community had managed to use to describe him, aggravating the quartet’s need to move whenever the local population became suspicious.

In 1915, at the outbreak of the First World War, two vampires, a recently reborn phoenix and a human frozen in time boarded the hold of a merchant ship and fled to America, landing in New York together with tens of thousands of Bulgarian, Greek and Romanians refugees. It was there that their paths parted, and nor for lack of love for each other, but because Eris simply wanted a retired life, far from suffering and prejudice, while Lucien and Jurian aspired to carry on Vassa’s desire to help those in need by bringing a smile and a moment of relief.

It was only much later, after the war ended and the Twenties started to roar, that Eris saw their performance for the first time. The Band of Exiles hid their peculiarities in plain sight, so Lucien, who certainly couldn’t die from a bad fall, was now an improvised acrobat, Queen Vasilisa was a bird of rare plumage and Jurian her tamer, who guided her through courses made of fire rings and mid-air pirouettes. When the spectators had finally emerged from the tent, and the two brothers had a moment to talk alone, Lucien had admitted that they didn’t earn much from the tickets, but at least they managed to lead a life worthy of being called one.

At the end of the decade, when the Great Depression hit the Unites States like a hurricane, Eris settled in Boston on a semi-permanent basis, buying for a paltry price an apartment that at the time could be considered quite luxurious. Finding clothes and sustenance was certainly not difficult for a vampire, and the long immobility to which he was forced by the scarcity of entertainment and jobs suited for his condition allowed him to claim a small number of victims, who went unnoticed thanks to his refined techniques of corpses concealment.

His favourite hunting area was undoubtedly the Public Garden, a place that exuded magic and attracted both supernatural beings and humans alike. There he’d encountered The Morrigan, who he’d helped escape her homophobic immortal family, and there he also met his first male lover, a friend of the aforementioned who was able to merge with shadows. Their relationship had been brief and passionate, but then Azriel had reunited with his friends waiting for him further south, and he’d never heard from him again. Just when he thought his life had fallen back into a monotonous routine, he saw Nesta, a witch with unearthly beauty and an icy gaze, so good at concealing her nature that he tried to seduce her like a fool in an attempt to feed on her. When she laughed in his face, he’d decided she would be his partner for life, no matter what he had to do. The courtship had been relentless, made of expensive gifts, attentions and promises, and when she’d finally been his, Eris had wondered if the Paradise he’d studied about as a child might not be on earth for those who couldn’t yearn for eternal grace. They’d spend years of pure, unconditional joy, until he talked too much, until he revealed feelings she likely wasn’t ready to face. She’d left him after a wonderful night at the theatre, leaving behind her intoxicating scent and a short note of apology. She’d told him her sister urgently needed assistance, and she would get in touch as soon as possible, but it had never happened, and Eris’s local acquaintances had reported that she’d been engaging in a vulgar affair with a werewolf almost five inches taller than him, with arms as wide as tree trunks.

During the 80’s, the neighbourhood where Eris still resided was raided by a gang of thieves. On a mild spring night, they took from him years of memories and the vast majority of the things belonging to the woman he loved, and although he managed to buy back almost everything in local pawn shops and flea markets, her perfume had disappeared from the fabrics, and with it his hope of reliving the moments spent together. Of the few missing pieces, the one he felt most sad for was the red velvet dress she’d worn on that last evening, the one that left her back bare, just a golden chain dangling down her spine. For a brief moment, Eris though he recognized the bodice among the people moving on the dance floor, but his attention was drawn by a lanky witch who nearly spilled the drinks she was holding on his jacket, and when he turned again, the vision disappeared like a cruel hallucination.

“I’m surprised to find you partying in such an unrefined place,” a familiar voice, one he hadn’t heard in over a hundred years, teased. The last time he encountered Vassa, her tone and body had been that of a child, so different from those of the woman in her sixties who had turned to ash one morning in France instead of taking on her usual bird appearance. Now, in front of him stood a decaying beauty, but the playful twinkle in her blue eyes was always the same. Her skin was no longer as white as the day he met her, but pleasantly tanned, a healthy golden colour that highlighted her refined features, and her hair were of a vibrant shade of red, no white in sight, surely thanks to box hair dye. Next to her, Jurian looked younger than he remembered him, but it must’ve been a simple reflection of the years passing for one and not the other.

“I see only one Queen here,” he replied, before pulling his friends into a quick embrace. With the exception of Vasilisa, his small group wasn’t particularly fond of canonical displays of affection, but given the prolonged distance, it almost seemed obligatory to seek for physical contact, a reminder they were all real and alive.

“Where’s my favourite acrobat?” he asked, scanning the crowd behind them with a hopeful gaze.

“He must’ve lost himself in his witch’s embrace. Elain never seems to tire of the old-time poems he recites at every hour of the day, and he…” Jurian started, but his renowned vulgarity was interrupted when Vassa elbowed him in the ribs. To everyone else, his words may have seemed harsh, but Eris recognized the tenderness in his expression as the same he wore when thinking of his brother.

He was just about to ask them if they were going to stay nearby for a while, when an unmistakable scent hit his nostrils, so intense it stunned him.

Nesta was at that party, and he had every intention of finding her.

#halloween themed fic #technically it's a modern au with a lot of historical references #neris #eris vanserra #nesta archeron #past azris #because they don't have to be my otp to recognize their potential #mentioned elucien #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #if you pay attention i hinted at other ships too in this and the previous part #but since there's no name to one of the partners you can do what you want with this info #asks and requests to extend this universe are super welcome #jurian #vassa

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✧.* HOMEBDY || Hajun Yeon × OC

SYNOPSIS: Starting to question where their bond lies... hitting on their private room inside the club without no one is looking. Their friends and fans might be suspicious of the two of you getting comfortable with each other. Away from the noisy rave, the breath of intoxicating cigarettes, people drinking and chattering; what's left between the tension folds? "What are we?" Is the question to this desirable feeling of uncertainty that you wish to fade... Tags: drugs, fwb, situationships, mentions of alcohol, foreplay, rough sex, semi-bondage, mutual stimulation, edging, one-night stand turned sneaky link, drama, psychological matters, familial issues notes: no beta reads! This is a oc × canon story, dark contents will be present in this prompt by the following tags, and korean or any foreign words in the story. Based on the song "HOMEBDY" by DEMÍ ft. slimedemidemislime & Madman Stan

╰┈➤ i. Talk the Talk ✧.*

A hefty rain poured the dim night, and the city neon lights glimmered along the corner street alleyways of Roppongi. Around those tall buildings, the busy crowd of people walking at 10 pm — between two stores where a club was held "Razzle Dazzle Bar". An opening reservation of VIPs and regular customers come to attend this certain rave inside, this known club is home to one of Japan's most popular hip-hop groups performing among others.

Cheering, the clanks of shaking ice in their glasses; sipping alcohol. A fog of smoking cigarettes filled the area as the loud music pounded the dancing herd of raving people at the center of the dance floor. They lost their minds over the beat of the EDM drums the DJ played going wild. As if the music trampled their minds over their dignity releasing all the freedom they can do once in a while.

Different groups sitting in different seats, different people in different places where they can drink, smoke, chatter, some have their ways to sneak into weed, beans, and damn inhaling whatever illegal substances under their pockets without getting caught — a Sabbath party full of people you'll meet at a typical club. Not technically. Lastly, it's no surprise of common hookups here and there. A room was made for special hookups in this particular bar.

Inside this crazy world, a trio where present at their usual spot talking to a bunch of fans who recognized them as having a good time rambling about random stuff. Entertaining them delighted by how popular they are in Japan's hip-hop industry.

"Ah, B.A.E. is so cool! I've been a fan! This is such an opportunity to talk to you, Suzaku!"

In his manner to greet his fans, a boy around 20 years old humbly thanked them, his hand scratching the back of his hair. Giddy at his overwhelming happiness complimenting him, the boy chuckled.

"It's no big deal, the B.A.E. are trying to make good music for everyone. Please to meet you, I'm happy you love our songs."

"Hey, Allen! More drinks to clunk in!"

"Of course, Anne... geez!"

The boy walked back towards their special seat where he heaved a relieved sigh. Grinning at them, one of his members was also busy chatting with their guests and fans.

"Don't drink too much, Hajun... you know you'll get the reactions at this time later."

A clink of glass echoed the crowdy noise, bringing his hand down away from his lips.

"I know how to take my alcohol intake. Don't lecture me like a child."

A smooth peeved of his lips coiled a thin line — his eyes intently viewed through his pink neon glasses meeting the other's gaze. As they chuckled, sitting down with their legs crossed.

"Man, I'm only being sarcastic! This night was the best!"

Flipping their long red strands fabulously with a sip of whiskey on the side.

B.A.E.'s members; Allen Sugasano, Anne Faulkner, and Hajun Yeon gathered the night's sensational performance. They never expected to exceed far, but as they know what they stand defining their music with passion the trio embodies confident upbeat. They are one of Japan's popular hip-hop groups representing unique songs without limiting their ability, of who they are; self-expression is the key to their moving success.

"Right, but we are ahead, humbly speaking we have to keep our heads low. I mean — "

"Come on, Allen... don't sugarcoat you enjoy this recognition you wanted."

Anne chided as they grinned at Allen. Meanwhile, the Phoenix Rapper took a seat at the center of his members.

"Now the time, I cheer to us for this wonderful night performance!"

With a toast of their drinks in hand, the trio clunked their glasses shouting their congratulatory greetings in all relieving glee on their faces. Anne pumped up high, Allen in his wide gaping smile, and Hajun... Hajun maintained his calm composure sharing his toast with the two.

"Man, I hope this night is endless... we should party more!"

"Anne, remember don't be so reckless at nights like this... you'll get the reactions." Hajun confided taking his whiskey drink in his left hand a sip before putting it down back at the glass table. Spatting the same lecture as Anne did.

"Right, but it won't be a hassle? Come Allen—"

They dragged the young rapper onto their hands bringing him onto the dance floor along with other people dancing at the centre of. It left Hajun alone to sit by — guarding their spots and drinks aside, he shook his head. He thinks about what kind of friends he has gone wild over gaining recognition, but he certainly enjoys how Allen and Anne are serving their time in this bar.

Although, Hajun is always acquainted with such parties, watching other hip-hop groups perform live here. He shows a distinct approach to anyone he sees. Relatively enough to distance himself, since he partakes in no social connections, unlike Allen and Anne. He, on the other hand, has much regard for his friends or what could be...colleagues he thinks.

It's so keen to think this blonde rapper underneath his charming smile has a side they don't know for certain. He is mysterious behind the mask to unveil.

Whilst the duo danced and cheered all night, Hajun couldn't care less. He sits there only to watch his precious ones enjoy the night of their own — he has his own... But not at this moment to rejoice. It doesn't feel like he is into it at all. The mood is loud compared to what the Korean rapper anticipates. This gave him a silent sigh watching the duo intently along with the crowd joining them to dance.

"Oh, I didn't see you here, Hajun."

His ear perked up, hearing his name from the noisy background of the playing EDM music banging his consciousness. Hajun turned his head to see a familiar figure, standing across from where he sat. A person in all black, merely resembling a gothic chic look. The tight black blazer underneath is probably a simple strapless tube to keep her modest in all forms. A tight black pencil-cut skirt with matching fishnet stockings and boots to compliment the blackening aura. Those striking hairdo of her thick black hair — a hime cut, that has both of her ends in all white highlights. Lastly, her mask concealed her face only showing her glimmering blue eyes facing Hajun's red-pink pupils on lock, blinking.

"Mind if I sit here? I see Allen and Anne were partying wild as ever."

"Letitia... You surprised me. How's your flight from Manila?"

"It went well, though I must say flight allegations were true in my country's customs... The service lacked my expectations there."

"I see, I haven't been there in your country as much as I want to visit. Glad to see you here again, Tish."

The girl beside Hajun took Allen's sit next to his. She reveals her face to show Hajun — not common for him to see her take off her mask. Casually he sips another drink of whiskey. It's been a long time since this girl throughout the industry Hajun met. He seems to have internal affairs with her. Slowly she puts her mask inside her blazer's pocket, her complexion is fair — her dark red plumped lips accessorized with a piercing on showed smiling in Hajun's direction.

"I heard your new release track before your flight. It has already gotten viral." Hajun commented as he looked at her.

"Impressed?"

"Not quite, you haven't seen the rest we had in mind for B.A.E. but — "

Pausing for a while though, Letitia is pleased to hear. Hajun is rather cunning so that statement is not a surprise for her to predict. Nonetheless, she can tell the Korean rapper is impressed by the track he heard of. Letitia curled a smiley giggle from him.

"Oh? I'm not in competition with you guys. Very well, any critics to say, Hajun-nim?"

Hajun slightly gave a turn on her hearing the honorific, how sarcastic of her to pull him that way.

"Overall, you still need more than you can get to impress me. Though, I must say..."

"Liar, tell me it's good."

Hajun scoffed at Letitia's remark. This girl knows how to dig into his skin.

"Yes, however, you being in a solo career away from this kind of battle I have with Allen and Anne to deal with is not fair."

"That's because I wasn't invited to, you were chosen so be it, Hajun-ssi," Letitia spoke looking at Allen and Anne already approaching their way back to their respective seats. Allen was completely off guard as to who he met before his eyes. He froze for a bit seeing Letitia take his seat.

"Ah— hey! Wait—! Letitia? You came back!?"

"Yes, sir~ in the house!"

Allen rushed in to give her a hug from his seat, and immediately Letitia stood up. Finally, Allen was excited to see his long-time friend again here in Razzle Dazzle.

"Sorry, I occupied your space. I was talking to Hajun for a moment."

"Don't be! Take my seat!"

His fiery phoenix enthused her excuses, he didn't mind at all. The delighted presence of her beamed the young rapper to let her sit down for more. Anne chuckled as they went back to theirs, Allen only assisted to sitting at Hajun's which he isnt pleased to give in a space.

"Lucky Filipina, how's vacation back there in your country?" Anne asked her.

"Usual, but I posted my new track before taking my flight back here. I saw your tweets that you three are hanging out in this spot. So, here I am."

"Glad to see you back! Ah, I'm curious since you've been back and forth to come here. It must be a nuisance for you."

"Oh no, it's only three hours to take. It's just the flight that is... Umm, stressful." Letitia slyly said as Anne leaned over a hand placed on their chin listening. Oddly how B.A.E. knows her — Letitia Heidi, the rapper, Filipino, who is a solo freelance artist at 20. Now based in Japan solely focusing on creating a name outside of her country. She is learning to live independently and figure things out. How does B.A.E. even meet her in the first place?

Letitia kicks back in when she stayed in Japan for a couple of months, her previous tracks that she records from her family's agency surfaced internationally. But caters to her Japanese fans more, which opted for her to plan a flight there. Her songs consist of daring tunes that establish herself within her soul self. Talking about embracing what you have deeply — more like a spiritual connection to meet yourself. Plus, self-confidence which Allen was astounded by her motif of music. Similar to his music style. A talented multilingual rapper known for her rapping styles switching from different languages in speed. Aside from rapping, her passion is mainly dancing. The app has a separate account for that. Letitia often shows up with a mask on her face to conceal her identity, a private matter. She isn't fond of meddling with her artist status to her fans. She does entertain them sometimes. Long story short, Allen was the first person to recognize her, specifically here in this bar. And that's when she and B.A.E. have an inner social circle together.

It's a good thing... I came back...

"Lemme hear the song you posted. Is it on your usual platform?" Anne quipped to check their phone from the bag beside them while they pipe up their cigarette in hand.

"Of course, Anne. Take your time!"

"You fucking kidding me? Already viral!? At what time did you post your new song?"

"Umm, about hours ago?"

Allen couldn't hold his bearing shock looking through his phone— showing Letitia's numbers on the track so far. Through his screen, amazed by the rocketing views.

"Uwah— you're something..." the phoenix exasperated.

"Allen, we are better than Tish... Don't get your hopes down over a solo foreign artist who juggles to switch speaking 4 languages in one track." a cocky remark coming from Hajun which Letitia playfully rolled her eyes at him.

"Is it something you're also into, Hajun-ssi? Don't deny..."

"I know, just stating." The blonde teased.

Shrugging off his comeback comment, Letitia tilts her focus on Anne, who is now browsing her songs through their screen. Much to their amusement, they looked proud of how their fellow artist friend also gained quite a lot of views from her new track. Anne excitedly skipped towards Letitia's seat — an arm extended to her shoulder.

"That's my girl~, when will you hold another venue for your performance, Heidi~? This is dope!"

"I'll consider it the next time I have my performance at home, in the Philippines."

"Maybe next time you'll perform here!" Allen suggested.

"Isn't it right, Hajun? We will make up for it— showing up to your stage someday!" The Phoenix rapper nudged Hajun's side expressing his support to a friend he sees concerning the distinctive genre of music they perform. Hajun, on the other hand, only expresses his sigh of composure at Allen's gesture. But, you can't tell if he is giving the same support as the two were.

"Don't pressure him, Allen. Maybe not now—"

"Tish, it would be off best to. I guess..."

His sudden answer shocked them, Hajun giving regards to her for the first time.

"Hey, are you drunk, Hajun? Must be the alcohol."

"No." Hajun pressed Allen away from him as he looked in Letitia's direction. Scoffing at the red hair.

"Weren't you before trying to beat down Letitia?" Anne inserted as they chuckled at Hajun's change of mind towards the Filipino rapper. Not expecting such an answer, despite knowing Hajun shows competitive remarks upon other artists proving his worth and perfectionism, printed his guard. Which is not something Hajun is to mess with.

Hajun and Letitia were particular co-artists. The day Allen introduced Letitia. Their first impressions of his perspective were complicated to describe. He is skeptical of her work. Also, having the same reform of music, she works dedicating homage to herself, additionally her multilingual raps. His reactions to her music kept him motivated to be better yet a competition. Hajun and the rest participated in Paradox Live performances to gain the stepping stones to the goals he wished to validate.

The repression felt inside. Letitia is the exception. She isn't part of it. A solo artist conceals much of her artistic background by just how personal her labels are and even showcasing her life as an artist. Frequently, she engaged such fans to interact about her updates and what her latest works to spoil.

As earlier Hajun mentioned it isn't fair that she isn't competing for ParaLive like an insult to injury for his pride. However, it has appeared to change.

"That's another reason for me, not to say. You did improve a lot..."

"Hajun, you know you shouldn't be so opted about Heidi's progress. I thought we should use her as a tool to, y'know~"

"Anne, no comment."

In between the exchange conversation of the two rappers, Letitia can only laugh at them bickering.

"But, Letitia..."

"Yeah, Allen?"

"As much as you're apart from us in this rap battle. I do believe Hajun dismissed his repression towards your work."

"Hm? Why?" Letitia curiously asked.

"I don't know, I can't tell him sometimes. Rest assured, before he may prick his words by how you were a solo artist and worked all the music. Probably, he changed the way he sees you." Allen reassures her, bringing his odd grin, making things sure. Hajun has no ill intentions.

"Hey, enough of the talk. That's all Hajun is... Allen you sentimental punk!"

Anne jumped into them, tugging the red-haired phoenix over his shoulders, making the other squirm from their grip. Allen tapped them to stop dragging him from his seat — feeling he could topple down any moment as Letitia chuckled, Hajun could only react in silence with how much of a gag the two are together. Moreover, they didn't mind the blonde Korean seeing them being chaotic every day. They were his friends, after all. But to deem Hajun's repressed feelings about Letitia's work as a solo artist is something she isn't aware of. Does Hajun have plans to be one like her, too? Does he ever plan to be a soloist in the future? Letitia's thoughts wandered off deeply. Hajun's mind is not something you can not grasp or tell what he wants to convey. In all respects, Letitia and Hajun may have close ties, but not too close. Yes, she is with the one and only B.A.E., the popular hip-hop group. However, she is mostly with Allen and Anne hanging out. To her, Hajun is a different story. Does he think he can pull off to decide for his future or otherwise?

I don't know what's up with him... Hajun is so mysterious.

"Tish..."

"Hm?"

Hajun called, Letitia's thoughts popped out of the blue.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Come, I just want to tell you something important."

What does Hajun want? Letitia's sky-blue hues met with his red-pink irises on lock as if Hajun's gaze were hypnotizing her way. He does look charming in those eyes the way he asked her. But, this feels quite strange...

Hajun rarely asks me anything noteworthy. What is he up to?

"O-oh? Where are you two off about?" Anne suddenly questioned, still clinging onto Allen, Hajun was already standing in front of Letitia, barely reaching for her hand.

"Nothing, it's only for me and her to know. Allen..."

Allen's ear perked up abruptly towards Hajun's tone when he called him. So firm —

"What, Hajun?"

"Next time... I'll be the one to say to Letitia. You didn't quite get what I wanted to say to her, specifically as I heard." the blonde said with a snot, taking Letitia's wrist in his hand and dashing away from the two. Leaving them dumbfounded and clueless from their seats.

"Wait, H-hajun... Allen didn't mean to speak your repression on your behalf."

Between the filled crowd, Letitia apologized to Hajun for what Allen said. She knows how badly it feels for Hajun if someone ever dares to explain whatever thoughts he has on his mind. Although as Hajun dragged her passing by — he blatantly ignored.

It's unsettling for the Filipino rapper not to know where Hajun is going to take her at this point. However, in the dark alley corner away from the crowd. He sides Letitia against the wall as Hajun stands before her — not pining or blocking her way. His eyes gazed down upon her meeting their height differences, and she gulped. Nervewracking as it looks, only the stares; louder than the silence, testing the tension between the two artists. Standing alone in the corner.

"Maybe, Allen was right. I was repressed." Hajun was then admitted.

"Huh, wha— why?"

"Tish, you know how much I wanted my goals... Call me selfish, but later, you understand what I aim for this. Winning is my boost, and I will do anything just to seek what I want."

"Hajun... look, I may know nothing about you. But, what is it that made you feel repressed about my abilities and my music?"

Hajun paused for a bit — snitching his breath as if he was about to cuss at her. His hand brought up to his lips hissing underneath, laughing at her mockingly.

"you... You're too special, Tish."

"Special?"

"You're special. A wild girl wandering off without any circumstances. Cunning to say, you got no worries at all, huh?"

The blonde spatted at her, giving off a smug look.

"Just say that you wish to be like me so we can finish this off. I'm intimidated by the way you pushed me here just for your bullshit, Hajun."

"Oh? This is bullshit? Save it when you regret it, sooner or later, Tish."

She rolled her eyes at him. This seemed so petty of him. Hajun bringing his ego out of his pride down here wouldn't be a pretty excuse. How pathetic he came up to her like that, irritating the girl before him. So, he sees competition with her, at what cost? The unreasonable insults to pull off of his sleeves were his coping mechanisms if he wasn't in his best mood.

"If I would know sooner, look... I don't like this kind of vibe you're giving me, Hajun. What're all this for to gain your pride aside for nothing?"

"This isn't better for nothing, Tish." Hajun retorted.

"And how cute you even calling me Tish, we are not that close enough as I'm around with your duo!"

Hajun had enough. It snapped him inside, slamming his hands on the wall and cornering Letitia. A loud thud banged by his palms made the girl shrivel. She was shocked to see his reactions.

"I tried to... but probably you out of our league for this. But, no, you are not getting in my way slowly if I do something upsetting, wouldn't it?"

"Hajun, I'm confused really about the way you are behaving towards me. Ever since in this bar, Allen introduced me to you guys... The atmosphere changed when I was with you. Was there something in me that you don't like?"

His repression surfaced once again, biting his lower lip while avoiding his glances at Letitia's question — that he wished not to answer. It only remains a fragment he hated to express.

I don't want to be unwanted over someone who achieves their accomplishments... I feel pressured.

"Hajun... Do you hate me?"

"H-huh?"

"I said do you hate me—"

"Why would I hate you if — if I'm here close to you..."

These senses the tension, uplifting an unexplainable feeling. Hajun's unwavering thoughts on his swirling head almost crossed his mind. He shrugged, one of his hands extending to Letitia's chin tilting the girl upwards; she looked at Hajun firmly as their faces were leaning close to one another. She can sense his strong whiskey from earlier, but to think Hajun's tolerance is this high. The heat got tight and too enduring for the both of them. Silent breaths heaved the articulation of their lungs enclosed.

"You know what? Forget what I said... You will understand about me when you can..."

Before Letitia could say anything else; a pair of lips were met. Hajun leaned in, pressing his lips and shutting her mouth. Letitia's eyes dilated in surprise at his actions. The kiss was not in her thoughts. They were only arguing for just a moment as Hajun involuntarily stole a kiss. His hand was still placed on her chin, facing upward as the kiss deepened. The other hand was positioned on the wall above her head. Cornering her further, he brought his knee between her fishnet thighs. Already begging her consciousness if it wasn't real for the Korean rapper to be bold — Letitia prayed for her dignity to fight back and not dwell on the kiss. But it felt so intoxicating when Hajun did it. Her eyes couldn't take it as she closed them. The kiss kinda felt right. It turned roughly as soon as Hajun pushed his tongue inside of her mouth — Letitia meeked.

"H-hmmm—"

Giving into Hajun's advances, he fought his tongue inside of her — hearing Letitia's retort, he didn't pull away. It rather entices him more when he listens to Letitia's fumbled hums weakening under his French kiss. She could almost taste the bitterness of his whiskey alluring her tastebuds. But soon, he pulled away, leaving a single strand of saliva connecting their tongues. Speechless and unforgiving, the way Hajun kissed her made the Filipina breathless under his wing. Her face was painted red , and Hajun was certain of how he did unimaginable yet bizarre and addicting.

"Cute, but sorry... I got carried away."

"W-why did you do that..."

"Instinctively for you to forget but... I do think I might not forgive myself later."

She couldn't control her numbing lips, Hajun kissed her...

Why did he do that? And yet... A first sudden kiss—

"What do you mean?"

"Follow me, I'll take you somewhere you'll be satisfied to hate me more."

(To be continued)

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snailsnaps · 6 months

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*evils cutely*

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ntls-24722 · 1 year

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ok so i feel like it's about time i've talked about the weird, convoluted headcanon lore i've made for DJMM. everything i leave in my head for too long gets distorted and unrecognizable from.the source

ok so i think a lot of DJMM enjoyers have seen this tweet and while it's fake, because there's like 5 sentences alluding to DJMM in the entire game i've accepted it as fact and I went so overboard with the detail that it says home language. Not like, "original language" or nothing like that, home language

So, alongside the fact that DJMM has a couple things implying that he wasn't originally from Fazbear Entertainment (why would fazbear entertainment issue a warranty... to themselves?...), and that there also just happens to be a wedding dj company called The Music Man IRL that I found by accident, I kind of just made this whole weird thing that before he was bought by Fazbear Entertainment he was a Wedding DJ in Japan.

Alongside being able to set up practically everything, clean up afterwards, and cater to guests in all sorts of ways, he was also made to be able to just... hit the town and stroll down to his destination instead of being directly shipped to or brought there. Imagine being some little kid watching this giant spider thing stroll down the street.

Hold on to that visual, actually, because that brings me to why he considers Japan his home rather than just his... place of origin.

So his bouncer mode. It actually wasn't experimental but rather a very often-used mode of his since I imagine he's attended many weddings were someone has had to be... forcibly escorted out. But what the problem is with it is that during that mode, he is essentially given no restrictions on what he can do and has just been activating it so he can go against orders.

He's big, but he's travelling on hand, hulking around a big bag of supplies on the way, it may take a while for him to get from headquarters to his destination, maybe even days. But what his creators don't know is that he's been taking detours and entire days off to bond with civilians that have been fascinated by him, originally just children marvelling him, but he grew closer to them and becoming much more like a weird uncle to them, growing a bond with a rural community to the point even their families know of him and see him as a friend, and it's this bond that starts to bring problems.

DJMM starts to demand things that robots don't really get to demand, like days off and privacy, which concerns the company as for why he'd even need that. He starts committing outright fraud to insert legally insert himself into society and starts taking tips or some of the profit to spend for himself. He starts tearing out/ sabotaging GPS systems, or disabling microphones so they can't figure out where he's been going or what he's saying. It gets to the point where he outright threatens employees' lives and keeps some hostage to force them into allowing him to do what he wants.

The arms race between DJMM and his creators comes to a close when his creators decide to sell him off to Fazbear entertainment, sieging him and choking him of his battery life before doing a factory reset and sending him off, finally getting rid of him (also voiding Fazbear's warranty on him if his bouncer mode is ever activated again)

While he was able to secretly save his memories, it's not much use now that he's in a whole new country. He's still figuring out how to reconnect with the kids he practically watched grow up but he's also still getting up to trouble in America. we stan a dude who commits... all of this

His design is, now that i realize it, very much inspired by Moguro from the Laughing Salesman. Also he's got the fun eye liquid swirlies from DJMM's Beta design

which, speaking of DJMM's weird design elements. ✨weird things i've noticed about DJMM's design✨

Weird long hole things in the sides of him??? I've seen NO-ONE talk about this

Those aren't speakers. I thought they were, too, for the longest time, but while staring at his ass for a particularly long time I realized that A. They don't have the texture of his other speakers and B. They go in?

Second, he has a gummy smile. It's not shown a lot since i guess his default position is just an agape mouth but in the rare occassion he clicks his teethplates together, or this one Particular render, he's got gums for days

also what the freak, anytime i try to look up a specific facial feature for reference im always finding procedures for removing it!! i'm sick of it!! it popped up when i was looking up cleft chins for Music Man and it popped up for gummy smiles! we can't have SHIT in his household!! goddamn!!!

#djmm #dj music man #(almost) daily music man #ntls-24722 #also im not shaming anyone who does get plastic surgery for that. your body is yours do what u want #i just think its disheartening that when i look up a specific feature what pops up is procedures getting rid of it #its just like #“damn. we cant have anything now can we”

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's

Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Cassie (Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach: Ruin DLC), Gregory (Five Nights at Freddy's), William Afton | Dave Miller, Springtrap (Five Nights at Freddy's), Burntrap (Five Nights at Freddy's), Glitchtrap (Five Nights at Freddy's), Vanessa A. | Ness, Vanny | Reluctant Follower | Beta-Tester, Glamrock Freddy (Five Nights at Freddy's), Glamrock Chica (Five Nights at Freddy's), Glamrock Animatronics (Five Nights at Freddy's), Prototype Glamrock Freddy (Five Nights at Freddy's), DJ Music Man (Five Nights at Freddy's), Daycare Attendant (Five Nights at Freddy's), Montgomery Gator (Five Nights at Freddy's), Roxanne Wolf (Five Nights at Freddy's), Circus Baby (Five Nights at Freddy's), Elizabeth Afton, The Crying Child (Five Nights at Freddy's), Cassidy (Five Nights at Freddy's), Vengeful Spirit | The One You Should Not Have Killed (Five Nights at Freddy's), Golden Freddy (Five Nights at Freddy's), Michael Afton

Additional Tags: Game: Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach (2021), Game DLC: Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach: Ruin (2023), The Crying Child is Named Evan Afton, Ghost Crying Child (Five Nights at Freddy's), Parental Glamrock Freddy (Five Nights At Freddy's), gregory and golden duo become friends, Vanessa A. | Ness and Vanny | Reluctant Follower | Beta-Tester are the Same Person, Good Vanessa A. | Ness, Mentioned Glitchtrap (Five Nights at Freddy's), Glitchtrap Virus | Vanny Virus, Peepaw Afton - Freeform, peepaw afton is off his meds again, The Getaway | Good Ending for Game: Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach (2021), Homeless Gregory (Five Nights at Freddy's), Gregory is a Little Shit (Five Nights at Freddy's), Scooped Michael Afton, The Afton Family (Five Nights at Freddy's), The Crying Child and Gregory are Not the Same Person (Five Nights at Freddy's)

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[Title might change, by the way]

Upon leaving the PizzaPlex at 6 AM, Gregory and Freddy leave with the knowledge that these mysterious disappearances are somehow linked to Vanny and the Pizzaplex. However, he doesn’t have much knowledge on Vanny, but suspects that they be one. Gregory then makes the decision to return the the Pizzaplex to explore as there had once been a familiar case of missing children decades before at an old Freddy’s location. As the duo go an explore, they discover that hidden within the dumpster underneath the Pizzaplex’s kitchen, is an old, torn down, yellow Freddy spring-lock suit, which is apparently possessed by two dead kids.

#Fnaf #five nights at freddy's #Fnaf sb #five nights at Freddy’s security breach #William afton #Micheal afton #vannessa fnaf #gregory fnaf #cassie fnaf #cassidy fnaf #crying child

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Midnight meeting pt.9

Summary: You have been under house arrest in the Avenger´s compound since arriving to that universe, then in a single night your world changes while meeting the newest addition to the team.

Pairing: WandaxFemale!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Nat/Reader. Female!ReaderxWanda Maximoff. Angst, drama, unrequited/requited love. Depression. Fluff. Jealousy. Suggestive themes. Mentions of sex. Top!Reader. Avenger!Reader. Just a love triangle that can have a surprising resolution. Magical!Reader. Swear words. Mentions of violence. Mentios of sex, light smut. Alcohol and alcohol consumption. Minors be aware. Someone getting drunk. Someone trying to get adventage of people being drunk.

More warning will be added as the story progess.

Author's Note: So, this is my first try to a Wanda/Reader story and I'm nervous and this has not been betaed and English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise beforehand.

Finally, I just hope you guys like this chapter, won't say anything else but...I was waiting for this.

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 10 - Epilogue

Part 10 - Dancing around

You were welcomed by a wave of heat, the world around you vibrating through the soundwaves coming from the dance floor of the club. Your eyes flickered towards the opened door leading to a darkened room with flashes of multi-coloured light, you could see the forms of people dancing and enjoying at the rhythm of music.

“Mr. Stark, what an honour.” A tall man approached the group, his impeccable suit matching that of Tony while both men shook hands.

“It is good to be back, I heard this was still the hot spot to enjoy a relaxing night and I have to bring the team.” Tony beamed showing off the rest of the Avengers, you smirked shaking your head while the man opened his eyes flickering his hand towards the closest employees.

“The Avengers? Of course, you will have the best treatment around here, the nest is ready for you.”

Tony nodded stretching his hand towards a set of stairs covered in red and golden, “then if you don’t mind I think we need alcohol.”

“And tons of it.” You chirped in moving away before Clint could hit your arm.

“Of course! Right away!”

You leaned against the glass, a happy smile dancing on your lips while your body buzzed with energy. You observed the people dancing, the platform with the DJ and the main show, you tensed lightly when Vision stood beside you observing the scene with curiosity.

“You look excited.” He said to you, you smiled nodding.

“I’ve been dying to come to a place like this one, you know?” The music blasted all through the place, but you knew Natasha and Wanda were nearby watching you as you spoke.

“Why?” Vision inquired returning his eyes to the dancefloor. “It looks fun, but also meaningless.”

You laughed placing a hand on Vision’s arms.

“It is! And because of that it is fun.” You shook your head. “I wasn’t much of a partygoer in my world, Vis. But I did miss the music, going out with my friends.”

“Picking up a girl or two for a little fun.” Stark said with a smirk on his face, you turned to him flustered before shrugging.

“Well, yeah.” Your eyes found those of Wanda but the young woman had her jaw clenched while grabbing the flute of champagne they had offered as an aperitif.

“It’s a luck we didn’t let you out before now,” this time it was Natasha the one who comment and everyone merely shifted in their spot.

Tony winked at you, but you just rolled your eyes.

“The thing is that coming here was so we could have fun and I could see if I can dance a little.” You sat down right in between Natasha and Wanda, you turned to the brunette and the young woman held your stare. “You know? We can see if you guys know how to really dance.”

Wanda looked away and you returned your attention back to the rest of the group.

“I don’t think I can dance this music.” Steve finally said making a face.

“Of course not, but we can’t ask them to put Dietrich or Fitzgerald.” Tony rolled his eyes leaning in to grab the scotch he had already ordered. “You need to move on, Cap, get out there to see if you get some.”

Steve scolded and soon the both of them were discussing what Steve really needed to know, you leaned in reading the drink’s menu. Your eyes danced around the well-known brands, the different beverages that you knew and some others you didn’t.

“What do you recommend?” Your breath hitched when the voice of Wanda reached you, she was close so close you felt her warm breath on your neck and ear.

“I think I’ll go with the tequila.” You gulped offering a weak smile.

“Tequila? Ain’t that a little predictable?” Clint grabbed the menu making a face while asking for a beer the same as Natasha.

“Predictable?” You crunched up your nose. “Do you know I’m not Mexican, right?”

Clint shrugged, “yeah, of course! I didn’t mean it like that.”

“What’s the typical alcoholic beverage where you come from then?” Sam inquired with curiosity, you found yourself being the subject of many stares.

“Well, it’s a nasty thing made with anisette.” You shivered making a face, Wanda held back her smile watching your expression.

“That face you are making, is there a story behind it?” She asked and her accent made her words dripped with amusement.

You rolled your eyes leaning in, “there is, but I haven’t had any alcohol yet to start talking about that.”

“Then, let’s fix it.” Natasha said placing a beer right in front of you.

The difference between the Fundraising and this outing with the team was that this time around everyone was having fun. You were all enjoying light talk, stories about youth and other parties, other moments in which everyone had something embarrassing to share. It was fun, and it made you feel as if you belong, you had found friends, a family that were there regardless of your past, or who you were.

You felt Wanda leaned against you, she was holding back her giggles at the story Thor was telling. How he dressed like an ugly bride all because of Loki; your heart pounded fast when your eyes found those of Wanda and she just smiled, her eyes gleaming contently.

“Are you having fun?” You asked her, she nodded leaning back and putting some distance from you.

“Yes, I am.” You lowered your gaze turning to the table, you went to get another shot when Vision intervened.

“I’ve seen in some places they enjoy it with some salt and lime.” He commented pointing to the untouched items on the table. “But you haven’t.”

You snickered leaning in to put some salt on the back of your hand, right in the small gap between your thumb and forefinger. You lifted the hand to show Vision who nodded his approval, Natasha was holding back her laughter as you did this with the tip of your tongue coming out.

“Now, where is the lime…and the beer. Beer is good too.” You said locating the other items. “But I need the glass completely filled.”

“On it.” Clint leaned forth taking the bottle and filling up the glass to the edge.

“Okay, now…” You sat there, looking out of the corner of your eye at Wanda who had her attention on you. “Kiss for good luck?”

The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, you held back your expression but inside your mind you were screaming at yourself hitting your imaginary head against and imaginary wall. Tony wiggled his eyebrows at Sam, while Clint and Steve both looked over at Natasha, the spy was glancing everywhere but at you though she was just as curious as everyone else.

Wanda had opened her eyes, gulping slightly she let her green eyes wandered to Natasha then to you. After a long time of hesitation, she leaned in kissing your cheek missing the grin that was adorning your face.

“And now…” You licked the salt on your hand, drunk in a single gulp the contents on the glass and went to suck on the lime. Mixing everything up in your mouth you lick your lips before taking the beer. “That’s how you guys usually do it.”

“Damn, that was hot.” Sam said not necessarily referring to the process.

“So, you gonna tells us why you prefer this to the one that’s typical in your country?” Sam then asked grabbing his own beverage.

You blinked a couple of times shrugging, never noticing the stare Wanda was giving you as you shifted on the chair.

“Is it gonna be embarrassing?” Tony asked leaning with interest.

“Is it gonna be a mighty deed?” Thor boomed and you made a face.

“Certainly embarrassing, not a mighty deed, no.” You took a deep breath, tilting your head you locked eyes with Wanda for a moment before glancing around the room. “I was around twenty years old and I had just met the most beautiful girl you guys had seen.”

Tony and Clint whistled, you chuckled rolling your eyes with Natasha snorting at their antics. Wanda made a face resting her chin on her open palm, her elbow resting on her knee.

“So we dated for a while and then she just…broke my heart.” You offered a wry smile. “Found her really into one of her friends she assured me I shouldn’t worry about. They were back at the library while we were studying for the finals. Then she told me she discovered girls were not her thing.”

“Y/N…” Pepper started saying but you lifted your hand shaking your head.

“Oh, no, I’m over it, I just did the tone for the conversation.” You chuckled and Pepper returned the smile. “Really, I mean she was the first serious relationship., obviously she broke my heart and here comes the embarrassing story.”

“You mean, there’s more?” Maria asked leaning back.

“Of course, my friends took me out, and one of them said Alcohol is the question and answer in these situations.” You made a face. “He brought a couple of bottles of that thing and I thought, good it wasn’t strong and it was nice.”

Steve couldn’t help but snickered at the expression on your face, everyone was paying attention to the story and you felt all excited at having them there with you. Being concern for something that happened to you a long time ago, and yet wanting to hear the end it.

“Well, it was go-go dancers night at the club, I joined them.” You winced when everyone seemed to laugh at this. “And the rest is history because I don’t remember a damn thing, but there were videos. And job offers. And sex offers so….best break up ever. That and everything I smelt that thing I got nauseas.”

“I will pay you if you let us see those dancing skills.” Tony put a hand on the table, Pepper hit him on the arm but the man merely smirk.

You laughed hard looking away with a blush on your face, your eyes crossed with those of Wanda and you couldn’t read the expression behind her. Natasha then stood up, she eyed Maria who rolled her eyes standing as well, Pepper grabbed Tony by his hand.

“So, I guess everyone is dying to see that?” You replied making a face, Sam stood up nodding.

“I will pay what little money I have to.” He said eyeing you with scepticism. “I don’t think it was that good, I think everyone enjoy the ridiculous show.”

“I will make you eat those words, Wilson.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it, Y/L/N.”

Natasha was still trying to convince Clint and Steve, you turned to Wanda who had been awfully quiet during your story time. You tilted your head locking her eyes in yours, you offered a smile stretching your hand to her.

“What do you say, Little Witch?” You asked trying to look confident, Wanda seemed rather surprised at this and you had to wonder what she was thinking. What was really happening inside her head to make her so…to make her put a distance between the both of you.

“I don’t know how to dance.” She all but mumbled, you snorted grabbing her hand in yours.

“Let me teach you, then.” You squeezed tenderly leaning in until your face was just a few inches away. “I promise you it will be fun. But it will be a thousand times better if you are there…with me.”

Wanda melted at those words, her body tingling at the closeness at how the night had played out ever since you two left the compound. Wanda had come with Vision because she enjoyed the way you seemed bothered by it, she knew you had been angry and she dare say jealous? But then you were there with Natasha, and Wanda had been downright miserable, and then you got to this place and all your attention through the night had been on her.

You were about to drop your hand when Wanda squeezed back, her lips curling in a bashful smile.

“Okay, but I really don’t know how to dance.” She whispered; you snort winking at her while putting her closer to you.

“Don’t worry, I don’t know how to dance either.” Wanda laughed and you thought that was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard before. And you wish you could hear her forever.

You lied a little bit.

You did know how to dance, every kind of dance. You mum had made sure of that, and then your friends had made sure you knew how to dance the music of the moment. And you enjoyed it, it was so easy to lose yourself while dancing, that this was one of the things you had missed the most.

As soon as your feet touched the dancefloor you were in your element.

The music blasted all around you, your eyes closed and soon you were lost dancing around alone at first until someone came in. And just like when training or fighting you played partner after partner, Tony and Sam were enjoying the show greatly, Sam admitting his defeat whenever you two crossed on the dance floor. At first Wanda had been closed by and you had smiled at her bringing her closer to start dancing up until everyone joined in, but then at some point you got distracted and she left making her way to the counter.

She really shouldn’t have come, and she certainly could stay up in their small space instead of coming all the way to see Y/N rubbing her body against everyone but her. Wanda sighed with tears forming on her eyes, she clenched her fists wishing she could be like Hill that went right in without thinking, or Sam who was there to have fun and was enjoying the dances Y/N gave him. Or Natasha that was dancing at the moment with her, Y/N had her hands on the woman’s hips dancing at the rhythm of the music, Natasha had a playful smile on her lips and you had your eyes close smiling contently.

“Fuck.” Wanda exclaimed ready to leave when someone came right at her, it was a young man with a drink on his hand.

“Are you alright?” He asked with a voice dripping concern, Wanda furrowed her brows nodding.

“Yes, thank you.” She was about to leave but the young man made a gesture and the bartender brough a drink.

“Oh, I just…would you mind if I invite you a drink? You look as someone who needs a friend right now.” His eyes followed your stare to the dance floor where Natasha and Y/N were dancing impossibly closer.

Wanda hesitated for a second before shifting on the stool, “sure, why not?”

“You knew you were going to win the bet, didn’t you?” Natasha whispered in your ear, you laughed nodding.

“Of course, I knew!” You huffed winking at the woman dancing with you. “Now we’re a few dollars richer than before, and we can go shopping.”

Natasha shook her head, her heart melting at what the both of you were sharing at the moment. She had promised herself to put a distance between the both of you, to not let herself fall in your grasp again but it was impossible. You were like a magnet, and it was impossible to not be a part of your life. But perhaps dancing with you was too much, she could feel herself getting excited by the way your body moved to the rhythm of the music, how she had her arms on you putting a respectful distance and yet…Natasha opened her eyes until they fell upon a single figure. Wanda.

You felt as Natasha seemed to tense, you furrowed your brows and followed Natasha’s eyes until they found Wanda. The tension in your body grew when you saw the young man leaning in, his hand on her arm and two glasses of some kind of cocktail you hadn’t seen before. Natasha felt the tension and the rage coming off of you, her heart dropped and she turned around stepping back.

“What…?” You started saying but Natasha shook her head offering a sad smile.

“Go, you did promise her you will teach her how to dance and you haven’t done so.” Natasha saw the flash of guiltiness in your eyes, she chuckled leaning in. “Don’t worry, soon she would realize you have the attention span of a snail, and she would fall in love with you even more because she would find those traits cute.”

You gasped trying to get Natasha’s stare but the woman was looking away, then she leaned in kissing your cheek.

“Go, before you miss your chance.”

Before you could do something, Natasha left.

You hesitated playing Natasha's words in your head. A part of you wanted to follow her, but then you saw that man getting closer to Wanda and Natasha's words came back go before you miss your chance. You saw red, and with the resolution you had forgone a couple of weeks ago you made your way towards them.

“Well, it is one of the best places to have a calm conversation and something more…” The man trailed off when you put your hands on the counter right in between his arm and Wanda.

You lifted your face glaring at the young man who was scowling at you.

“Excuse me, I was…”

“Excuse you.” You said coldly, “now, if you don’t mind, leave.”

“Y/N…” Wanda started and you turned to her with a frown, your eyes went to the glasses on the counter then back at Wanda.

“Wands, how many of these have you had?” You ask ignoring the spluttering man behind you, you counted three and there was an untouched one left.

Wanda made a face crossing her arms, “does it matter, I am having fun.”

You frowned pointing with your thumb to the man behind you, “with him?”

Wanda opened her mouth, but the man came in front of you pocking at your shoulder.

“Yes, with me. Now if you don’t mind…” He trailed off as a gust of wind pushed him back.

“I do mind, get lost before I rearranged that face of pervert you have.” You all but threatened stepping forth, the man opened his eyes with a split second of doubt in them until he saw the sparks dancing around your hand.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” Once more you could catch the slur in her speech, the sokovian accent coming in marking each word differently.

“I’m trying to stop you from drinking more than you can handle, apparently.” You replied turning to her, Wanda clenched her jaw turning around to grab the other cocktail.

“Why don’t you go back to Natasha Fucking Romanoff and leave me alone.” Wanda spatted out but before she could take a drink from the glass you grabbed it from her stepping back. “Give it back.”

“No, I won’t.” Wanda’s eyes glow red, you narrowed yours and in a single gulped emptied the glass.

“Ugh, leave me alone, Y/N.” Wanda growled out turning around, the forced and speed in which she did almost make her fall to the ground if it wasn’t because of you.

Your arms wrapped around her waist, her back to your chest and your mouth near her ear. Wanda tensed closing her eyes ready to let go but your arms wrapped tightly around her.

“He was trying to get you drunk to have his way with you.” You gritted your teeth. “You think I was going to let that happen.”

“I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.” And to proof her point the gust of red made you let go of her.

“Wanda…” You started but Wanda shook her head.

“Look, I can’t…” the young witch faced you and there were tears in her eyes. “It is difficult for me right now, and you are making this impossible.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked moving closer to her.

“You and Natasha…”

“Have nothing.” You replied, Wanda scowled but you just grabbed her hand.

“I’m sorry I let you go during the dancing.” You said. “I promise you I will teach you how to dance, and I just got lost. Sorry. But…well…would you like to dance?”

Wanda hesitated at the sudden change, she glanced up to the VIP section but you placed a hand on her cheek.

“Natasha is my best friend, Wanda, there is nothing else there.” The words tangled in your tongue; you couldn’t say anything else. “I would love to dance right now with you, but if you don’t want I’ll understand.”

It was as if nothing else existed, Wanda was torn between feeling happy and fearful. Why was Y/N telling her all of this? Why was she so adamant to make it clear that she and Natasha…? A bubble of hope grew inside Wanda, and she melted right away as you came closer pouting with puppy eyes trying to grab her attention.

“What do you say? A single dance.”

Wanda felt her world spiral around her, she hated the fact her heart was beating fast and you were looking at her with sucha pleading look and that she felt incapable of saying no to you. She could never say no, so she said yes hoping she wouldn't regret it.

And she didn’t regret it.

Soon the both of you were in the dance floor, and your smile could match the brightness of the lights above your heads. Wanda seemed nervous, tense as she glanced around before settling her eyes on you.

“Now, turn around.” You whispered Wanda furrowed her brows confused.

“Why?”

“Just at first, we can dance face to face later but right now I want you to relax and get into it.” You explained standing behind her, Wanda almost faint and her knees buckled when your body pressed against her your hands placing themselves on her waist.

“Now, close your eyes, Little Witch, hear the music, let it wash over you and try to get the rhythm.” You whispered in her ear, Wanda shivered biting down her lower lip while obeying your instructions. “That’s it, let it go. Don’t think just…feel it.”

The music engulfed the both of you, you started swinging your hips left and right slowly with your hands gently helping the movement of the hips. Wanda was trembling with her mind going over drive, she could feel Y/n breath on her ear her body warm against hers. The young witch almost choked on her spit when you lower them slowly only to go back up.

“That’s it, you just need to separate your legs a little so you can bend your knees. But only a little so you can go down and then back up.” You were really enjoying this, with Wanda being so compliant but learning fast. “Now, we can do it with our arms up.”

“What…” The question stuck in Wanda’s throat when your arms came to be around hers, you intertwined your fingers with hers just through the back of her hand. In a slow and sensuous movement you start lifting your arms, until they were right above your heads and no more space in between.

It seemed like hours, but you were pretty sure it had been minutes as you dance like this slowly enjoying one another. The tune change, you let go of Wanda missing the disappointed glint in her eyes; the young woman turned to you completely flustered breathing hard.

“And how do you do it face to face?” She asked huskily and you laughed moving closer to her.

This time around a hand went to her lower back pressing her closer to you, your right leg in between hers. Wanda clenched her eyes shut, her hands on your shoulders.

“Like this.” You whispered and the dance continued differently, you leaned in until your forehead came in contact with hers. Both of you breathing hard, your heart beating so fast you were afraid it would just give up at any moment.

When Wanda opened her eyes you found yourself looking directly into green orbs gleaming with a strange light. You swung around slowly, teasingly and Wanda lowered her eyes to your lips swallowing down her doubts, her lips parted she leaned in.

Your body was buzzing excitedly, you leaned in and you could feel her warm breath against yours. Just a few inches and you knew you would become addicted to her.

“I feel bad.” Wanda whispered all of a sudden dropping her hands, her forehead falling on your shoulders.

You opened your eyes wide, your hands holding her to you. You clenched your eyes cursing the timing, you were about to kiss her. Gods, you were about to kiss Wanda Maximoff and your body was on fire, your heart beating fast and beating for her.

“Y/N…” It was a soft whisper and you sprung into action. With protective arms around her you got her through the partygoers looking for the bathroom.

The music stopped all of a sudden, Wanda was resting against your body, paled and pressing her lips together. The door of the bathroom closed behind you, Wanda went to the sink splashing some water on her face, you couldn’t help but think about the dance. How close she was, how she felt in your arms. How the both of you fit together.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” She mumbled with a downcast stare.

You strolled to her trying to keep yourself from doing something stupid, more so since it was evident Wanda felt sick.

“Whatever for, Little Witch?” You asked offering a gently smile to her, Wanda lifted her face to you and in a split second her lips were on yours.

As predicted, you didn’t want to kiss anybody else but Wanda.

Not now, not ever.

Your hands went to her hips pulling her closer, tilting your head you allowed Wanda control of your actions as her hands cupped your face. Her lips moving slowly, tentatively around yours moulding perfectly. Your hands started caressing the side of her body, tilting your head you tried to deepen the kiss, Wanda whimpered when your tongue probed against her lips until you were tasting the alcohol and that flavour that was uniquely hers.

As abruptly as it started it ended, and Wanda turned her head before rushing towards the toilet bowl. You stood there for a moment, trying to regain control of your body and your brain that had melted during the kiss. As soon as you heard Wanda emptying her stomach, you made a face but your eyes softened as you grabbed a towel and went to her.

“Should I feel offended?” You commented while kneeling beside her, she shot you a glare pushing you with her hand. You chuckled drawing circles on her back, your other hand holding her hair back.

“Go on, Little Witch, let it go.” You cooed helping her until she could no more.

Wanda was pale but her eyes gleaming with shame, she decided to look away instead of facing you but you helped her stand up holding her in your arms.

“Come, let us clean up and then I’m taking you home.”

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” Wanda finally mumbled while splashing her face again.

“Yes, well…As long as you didn’t do it because of my kissing…” You teased with your eyes on her, Wanda blushed biting her lower lip.

“You know it wasn’t that.” She whispered, and while you could see she was more sober now, the slur was still there.

“I love your accent, you know?” You put a lock of hair behind her ear, your eyes glancing at her tenderly and Wanda leaned against the touch.

A ball of water formed on your hand and you offered it to the young woman, Wanda furrowed her brows but you just nodded.

“Go on, you can drink a little, your throat must be sore.” She hesitated and then drank a little, making a sound of satisfaction. “Damn, Wands…”

“What?” Wanda blinked confusedly.

“Nothing just…” You trailed off grabbing her hand in yours. “Let us go home.”

By the time you made it back Wanda had fallen asleep.

You grabbed the wheel on your car tightly, the memory of the kiss dancing inside your head. She felt amazing in your arms, her lips had been warm and soft. Your lips curled in a smile, her sleeping form allowing you to stare at her without fear, and you wished she was awake and not as drunk as she was at the moment.

With a sigh you exited the car and went to carry Wanda back to her room.

Her room reflected who she was.

You had never been there, and now you regretted it. She had a small bed on the corner of the room, a desk, and a TV. Nothing much, her stuff was neatly organized on her wardrobe, and she had a single guitar you knew was Pietro’s favourite instrument. His dream to be a rockstar. You glanced at the sleeping form of Wanda in your arms, softening your glance you take her to the bathroom.

“Wands, hey, little Witch, we’re home.” You made a face arranging her in your arms, she stirred nuzzling her face against your neck. You gulped clenching your eyes before speaking louder this time around. “Wanda, wake up.”

The young witch stirred again, crunching up her nose while trying to open her eyes. You called to her again until she opened her eyes, it took her a moment but as soon as she realized where she was she almost jumped from your arms.

“Woah, there slow down,” You helped her legs down, with her still closed to you.

“Sorry, I…” You pressed your forehead against hers.

“Don’t.” You whispered, your hand caressing her cheek, Wanda leaned into the touch her eyes gleaming with happiness. “You can take a bath if you want, I will go for some clothes and something for the monumental hangover you will have tomorrow.”

“Can you stay?” She asked shyly the moment she stepped back from her, you opened your eyes at the request unsure of what she was really asking.

“If you want to.” You answered tentatively, “but then I will bring something to wear and I will take a bath, okay?”

Wanda bit her lower lip nodding in agreement. You stood there for a moment before, turning around and leaving.

Twenty minutes later you were staring at your reflection on the mirror in Wanda’s room. Your heart was hammering against your chest, and there was a butterflies fluttering around your chest and abdomen. You knew nothing would happen that night, and still, it didn’t matter. What you were nervous about was her. Being so close to Wanda had changed you, and now you were afraid because what you were feeling for her was like nothing you had felt before.

Wanda was sitting on her bed with her knees up to her chest and her forehead resting on her knees. You chuckled knowing perfectly well what she was experiencing at the moment, the dizziness and nausea wouldn’t go for a while. You made your way to her sitting down beside her, your hand brushing away her locks.

“Hey, Little Witch, you okay?” You whispered.

Wanda lifted her head to look at you, her green eyes downcast and her features pale. You leaned forward grabbing the green mug with tea in it, you warmed it up before offering it to Wanda.

“You feel like hell, I know.” You crunched up your nose offering the tea, Wanda eyed the beverage with mistrusts not really thinking she could take anything at the moment. “Believe me, it would help you a little.”

“I feel as if I’m going to throw up again, but there is nothing inside.” Wanda mumbled.

“Been there, done that.” You replied waiting until Wanda grabbed the mug with trembling hands, she took a small sip making a face until she realized it wasn’t that bad.

“Why are you doing this?” She finally asked glancing at the liquid, you decided this was not the night to have the conversation. Not with Wanda almost falling asleep, feeling like shit while being still half drunk.

“Why not, Wanda?” You leaned in placing a kiss on her forehead, placing the mug back on the nightstand. “I would do this forever as long as it is with you.”

Wanda laid on bed, her lips curling slightly.

“Such a romantic, Y/N.” Wanda yawned closing her eyes, you chuckled caressing her cheek.

“I’m full of surprises, good night, Wanda.”

You were about to stand up when a hand closed around your wrist, your eyes found those of Wanda who was furrowing her brows.

“Don’t go.” She pleaded and you hesitated for a moment thinking this was not appropriate. Not yet.

“Please.” She pleaded again making space for you to lay down. You bit your lower lip, your heartbeat going overdrive again, after a moment more of doubt you went right in laying as closest to the edge as you could.

Wanda made a sound of discomfort, her hand grabbing your tee pulling at you so you would move closer. You couldn’t help but snort moving closer until she came right to snuggled against you.

“Just…need you closer.” And after that her breathing even out and Wanda was fast asleep.

You weren’t sure were to put your hands, you looked around desperately trying to calm yourself by taking deep breaths. Slowly, you started caressing her hair drawing patterns on her arm watching her sleep.

I’m so fucked. That was all you could think of while turning your eyes to the ceiling, your mind replying to the kiss, the dance, her smile…

Tomorrow you two would talk about it, and you hoped there wouldn’t be more misunderstandings because you were ready to give it all for her. Like never before.

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Now for those of you who asked @dandelions4us @anxiousgoldengirl @dark-hunter16

#Wanda/Reader #ReaderxWanda #F!Reader/Wanda Maximoff #Avengers #Natasha/Reader mentions #Y/N/Wanda #Reader #Wanda Maximoff #Natasha Romanoff #Wanda x Reader #Wanda Maximoff x Reader #MCU #avengers aou #Suggestive themes #mentions of sex #some light smut

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charmanderpoke · 5 months

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Series, games and movies I want to make fanart of.

Maybe some of them will change and maybe the order will change.

Do any of you guys have any requests or ideas you want me to try?

The only rules are no real human or too realistic

And it has to be character from an animation

The amazing digital circus - jax ✔️- pomni ✔️- Ragatha ✔️ - Gangle ✔️ - Kinger ✔️ - Zooble ✔️- caine ✔️ - bubble ✔️ - kaufmo ✔️

Lego monkie kid - MK ✔️- Mei ✔️- red son✔️ - macaque ✔️- monkey King ✔️ - nezha request✔️ - lady bone demon✔️ - ao Lie ✔️- mo ✔️- demon Bull King ✔️ - princess iron fan - peng - pigsy - tang - Sandy - Jin - Yin - azure lion

Tales of Arcadia - jim - claire - toby - Douxie - aja - krel ✔️ - varvatos vex ✔️- angor rot - archie - aarrrgghh!!! - Blinky✔️ - nari - Nomura - Draal - notenrique - Deya ✔️- Walter -

Jack skellington ✔️

Mystery skulls - arthur - lewis request - vivi - mystery - shiromori - ???

Undertale - frisk - Flowey ✔️ - Toriel - sans - papyrus - undyne - alphys - mettaton - Asgore - asriel - chara - monster kid ✔️- napstablook - muffet

Junkrat - Roadhog (I think)

Sundrop request ✔️- Moondrop ✔️ - glamrock freddy - glamrock chica - roxanne Wolf - Montgomery Gator - vanny - dj Music man

Hilda - Hilda ✔️- twig ✔️- David - Frida - alfur - tontu Alpha - tontu beta - jellybean

legend of vox machina - percy

Bendy - Bendy ✔️ - Boris - Alice Angel - Sammy -

Helluva boss - blitz - loona- moxxie - Mille - Sallie May ✔️ - stolas request ✔️ - Octavia - stella - Striker - asmodeus - Fizzarolli✔️ - beelzebub - mammon - chazwick - cletus - collin - Keenie - Deerie - robo Fizz - glitz - glam ✔️ - verosika mayday - vortex - Wally Wackford

Hazbin hotel - Charlie work in progress - vaggie - Angel dust request ✔️- fat nuggets - husk - Alastor - rosie - niffy - vox - lilith - lucifer - Adam - Lute - mimzy - Molly - Baxter - egg boiz - Cherri bomb - crymini - Sir pentious -Katie killjoy - kee kee

The vampair Series - missi ✔️

Youtuber - let me explain studios - mogswamp

Sly Cooper - sly Cooper - Bentley - Murray - carmelita montoya fox

ROTTMNT - raph - Leo - Mikey - donnie

Smallfoot - migo

kipo and the age of wonderbeasts - Kipo

#question #list #fandom

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You’ve taught me so much. I can now say I understand a little bit bette why people love this series so much. It really is good. (i was just in it for Sun/Moon but I guess I should look into investing in a timeshare)

Ah, heh. Yeah, they're in the Pizzaplex, which is kinda a whole different part of FNAF from all the stuff I talked about in that post. I did say I'd do a summary of the Pizzaplex era lore, too, so! Here goes!

Also, for Sun and Moon specifically, there's this really great document where folks have compiled all of Sun and Moon's lore!

Fazbear Entertainment - still its own company though not run by William or Henry anymore - at one point, tried to improve their reputation by, in-universe trying to make it seem like all the events of the company's past were just fictional. In an attempt to do this AND profit off of this, they started developing the Freddy Fazbear Virtual Experince (Help Wanted VR). The company they hired to develop the game was sent a box of old animatronic parts recovered from the burned down Pizzeria - including some old circuit boards that they were asked to scan, digitize and upload into the game to help development along. It would seem that one of those circuit boards may or may not have come from William's body, Scraptrap, where William's soul still existed, as he was being tormented by Cassidy. Because, soon, a glitch began to appear in the game - looking like a man dressed up in a golden rabbit suit. Glitchtrap.

In Help Wanted VR, you play as a beta tester for the game named Vanessa. By playing through the game, she winds up allowing Glitchtrap to manifest himself in the game more and more until he's able to communicate with and, eventually, possess Vanessa - making her dress up as a bunny and go by the name Vanny. And he had her set her sights on the newest Fazbear location - the Pizzaplex.

Now, the Pizzaplex is kinda odd. It's the first Fazbear Entertainment facility that was built without Afton being involved. As such, the animatronics aren't (as far as I can tell) powered by Remnant - but really are basically sentient AIs in super high-tech robot bodies. There's the main performers - the Glamrocks: Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Chica, Roxanne Wolf, and Montgomery Gator.

There's also a Glamrock Bonnie, but… he's out of commission. There's evidence to suggest Monty attacked him, buuut there's also evidence to suggest Monty was framed. Either way, though… Freddy and Bonnie were best friends, possibly in love, and poor Freddy misses him horribly.

Then, there's the Daycare Attendant - Sun and Moon! Two AIs who share a body, switching back and forth based on lights on or lights off.

And, in the arcade, there's DJ Music Man and his little mini Music Men. There's not a lot to him but he's big and cool and I like him a lot, hehe. And there are the Staff Bots - humanoid bots that can be programmed by the staff to hand basic tasks like handing out maps, cleaning floors, fetching animatronics for repairs, things like that. There's a LOT of Staff Bots rolling around the place. They seem to have largely replaced the human staff.

The place is still dangerous in that Fazbear Entertainment is a shady fuckin company that doesn't abide by OSHA regulations and could really not care less about child endangerment, but… the animatronics themselves actually don't seem possessed or evil or powered by Remnant or anything initially. In fact, they're generally apparently nice to be around, and can form emotional bonds to each other and to humans. They're just kinda. people. living a good life of chilling out and entertaining kids and having a fun time. And things are good. (It IS built on top of the site of the old Pizzeria, but like. it's fine. it's cool. there's a big, melted amalgamation of animatronics from the pizzeria called The Blob that exists bc of that, but. that's probably fine. whatever the hell that thing is.)

But things go south when Vanessa, possessed by Glitchtrap, becomes a security guard at the Pizzaplex and begins infecting the animatronics with Glitchtrap, who turns them most of them hostile and dangerous. It all comes to a boil one night when a kid who is likely homeless and may have been living in the Pizzaplex, Gregory, gets trapped in there after being chased by Vanny. He spends the night getting chased down by the corrupted animatronics. The only one who isn't corrupted is Freddy - as he glitched out and switched to safety mode right as the infection was taking place. Gregory explains to him that kids have been going missing lately, and that if someone doesn't do something, they'll keep going missing. So, Freddy spends the night trying to keep Gregory safe and help him get to the bottom of things.

There's some evidence to suggest that one of the first animatronics Glitchtrap infected and turned dangerous was Moon. It seems to be the case that Sun and Moon both used to be really excellent Daycare Attendants - Sun handling playtime with the kids when the lights were on, and Moon handling naptime and bedtime when the lights were off. And it sounds like Moon used to be really good at his job - gentle with kids and good with putting them to sleep. But… things started to go wrong because of Glitchtrap. Some sort of accident must have happened with Moon, because now, when we go to the daycare in the game, there are bright lights on at all times, backup generators to keep those lights on, and Sun basically begging us to never, ever turn the lights out - so it seems to be implied that after getting infected, Moon wound up attacking someone, and so, the Pizzaplex just kinda… tries to keep the lights on at all times so that he can't be active anymore.

So, Gregory spends the night trying to survive with Freddy, dodging the animatronics, and trying to figure out what's going on and stop it. He winds up attacking Chica, Roxy, and Monty, both to keep himself safe from them, but also to obtain special upgrades they had that would make Freddy more capable of helping him survive and get where he needed to go. Namely, he took Chica's voicebox, Roxy's eyes, and Monty's claws, leaving them all destroyed. But, at some point, Freddy winds up being taken out of the picture - either infected by Glitchtrap as well, or torn limb from limb by Staff Bots, depending on the ending, leaving Gregory to sort things out in the end.

Eventually, one of two things happen, depending on the ending. In one, he goes down through a sinkhole into the Pizzaplex to what seems to be the remains of the Pizzeria underneath. There, he discovers an endoskeleton covered in the remains of a corpse and wearing part of a rabbit costume - known as Burntrap. It was, at first, assumed that Burntrap was what was left of William Afton's body because. that would make sense. That doesn't seem to be the case, but I'll get to that in a bit. In this ending, Gregory also discovers the Blob, who attacks him as he tries to stop Burntrap. Gregory winds up escaping, and the Blob turns on Burntrap and grabs him, dragging him away, back into the depths of the ruins. This isn't what seems to be the canon ending, but it is still relevant!

In the other ending, the one that seems to be canon, Gregory discovers that, in order to keep her posssessed, Glitchtrap has trapped Vanessa's consciousness or soul has been trapped inside an arcade game - Princess Quest, in arcade cabinets all across the Pizzaplex. Gregory plays through all of these games and, in doing so, eventually sets Vanessa's consciousness free, and Glitchtrap loses control of her. The two of them find Freddy - or, what remains of him. His head. And the three leave the Pizzaplex together, leaving all the infected animatronics behind.

Eventually, either way, the Pizzaplex burns down, and falls into ruin.

Buuut... there's this thing called the Mimic. So, long story short - the Mimic was built by an inventor named Edwin Murray, to be a playmate for his son, David. The Mimic was designed to copy any behaviors it witnessed, could copy voices as well, and could stretch or shrink to be able to wear any animatronic suit it came across. David and the Mimic were best friends until David, one day, got killed in a car accident. Edwin, stricken with grief, was left with only the Mimic as a reminder of his son. And when it started mimicking some of David's old behaviors at Edwin to try and communicate with him, Edwin lost it and lashed out at the Mimic, attacking it and tearing it apart, leaving it for dead. But Fazbear folks learned about the Mimic eventually, and decided something like that could come in handy, so they sent folks to go collect it. And it used what it learned by being torn apart by Edwin to, well, tear them apart.

This went on for a while before they eventually managed to capture it and bring it back to the Pizzaplex, where they planned to mass produce it so that they could use its ability to mimic witnessed behavior as a shortcut to bypass having to program each and every endoskeleton they wanted to use. However, one employee, who was tasked with dismantling old endoskeletons, decided to borrow it to get it to do the work for him. He taught it how to dismantle the endoskeletons - rip off their heads and their arms. And you'll never GUESS what it started doing to humans!! So, they scrapped the idea of mass producing it, and planned to destroy it, but they weren't quite able to catch it. So, it went around, causing mayhem and continuously learning and adapting, watching the whole fiasco with Gregory over the security cameras.

And it seems?? like the Mimic was Burntrap. The corpse it was wearing wasn't William's - it was a lady it had attacked and crushed inside a suit in the books. But it does, at least, seem like the Mimic was also being influenced by Glitchtrap. So, Gregory and Vanessa escaped, and I'm guessing Vanessa explained the situation with Glitchtrap and how he was the thing behind everything and that he's still influencing the Mimic, making it even more dangerous than it already was to begin with. So, Vanessa finds a way to trap the Mimic in the ruins of the Pizzaplex, using a security system she's designed to scare, chase off, or attack any intruders that might potentially be lured into setting the Mimic free. The security system is called MXES!

But… the Mimic finds a way to reach out to one of Gregory's friends, Cassie, by mimicking Gregory and asking her to come save him from where he's trapped in the Pizzaplex. She's given a mask - Vanny's old mask - to wear, which implants a chip in her head, allowing her to interact with the virtual world, and the security system Vanessa set up to keep the Mimic trapped. Cassie ventures into the ruins, where she meets all the destroyed animatronics that were left behind. She winds up helping some of them. She gets Chica a new voicebox, and when she gets to the Daycare - where Moon is still in control due to it being all dark in the ruins, and is desperately trying to stay in control after being kept inactive for so long - Sun, reaching out to Cassie through her mask, begs her to reboot them. She manages to do so, which brings them back online as Eclipse - a combination of their two AIs, that seems to exist when they're in safety mode and works to keep things safe and tidy and fix whatever necessitated them being put in safety mode. It seems like Sun and Moon are both stable and in control now, Eclipse gently shoos Cassie out of the daycare so they can clean, and Sun thanks Cassie for helping them.

And Cassie used to come to the Pizzaplex a lot as a kid, and Roxy was always her favorite, and she has a happy memory of celebrating her birthday with her. Roxy remembers her, and in doing so, manages to snap out of Glitchtrap's influence and try to help her, but… the Mimic eventually tricks her into shutting Roxy down. And eventually, Cassie goes down to where the Mimic has been leading her and she helps it shut down MXES and set itself free. And she's horrified when she realizes that it was never Gregory she was following down there. The Mimic chases her, and there are a couple of endings. She either manages to get it into a Scooping room, where it gets scrapped, or… it pretends to be Gregory again to make her think Gregory is betraying her and hacks the elevator she's trying to escape in, making it fall, and trapping down there with it.

Annnd… that brings us up to the present, really! There's still a lot that's kinda not super clear in the lore right now - there's debate over whether Glitchtrap really is William or if it's the Mimic's AI, and it's not clear if Glitchtrap still has any influence over the animatronics after the Princess Quest ending and into Ruin, but... this is just how I've come to understand things!

#fnaf #pardon my infodump

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