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girlboypersonthingy · 28 days

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Hi again, I'm the awkward anon (lol)

So I had this scenario in mind and even though I'm new to this fandom, I haven't found anything similar.

So, reader (gn) is Lucifer's partner and is a fallen angel too, but not as powerful. During the final battle they fight with Adam, and just when he is about to eliminate them, Lucifer arrives and saves them and goes full demon mode.

You're obviously not obligated to write it, and please take your time!! Thank you🥰

AWKWARD ANON, YOU GENIUS 😍 I’m in love with this prompt oh my god. And thank you for being so polite, what a gentleman, what a lady, what a scholar. Enjoyyyy!

Notes: gn!reader, fallen angel!reader, reader has their wings still, reader is sort of a parental figure for Charlie

TW: blood, bruises, fighting, cussing

Lucifer x reader- To the Rescue 🎇

It had been a long, grueling battle so far and watching Sir Pentious disappear into nothing within just a split second brought tears to everyone’s eyes. “Ugh! Razzle, Dazzle!” Charlie summons her fuzzy companions who magically morph into giant, elegantly fierce dragons.

You stood beside the others as you watched Charlie and Vaggie charge forward towards Adam on Razzle and Dazzle, the entire group cheering them on before continuing the battle against the exorcists. Upon seeing Vaggie and Dazzle fall at the hands of Lute, your eyes then land on Charlie next, a cry of worry leaving your mouth as you watch Adam smack Charlie so hard she goes flying into the lights of the hotel sign. “Charlie!” Using your wings, you race to get to her, dodging other angels as you fly. You had no time to waste- sure Charlie is powerful but Adam is quite the equal match. If anything, you worry that he will conquer her if she fights him alone.

The moment you step foot on the roof of the hotel you take a moment to watch as Charlie stabs Adam with her weapon and swings it around, sending him crashing down as she glares at him. “That’s princess of hell to you, pig.” Despite the tense and scary situation, a proud smile grows on your face as you watch her. “I’m here. I’m with you.” Your words grab her attention and she smiles at you before you both raise your weapons up in defense.

“Ah! I see another traitor has come to die, huh?” Adam teases you as he gets back to his feet, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Long time, no see, babe. So this is what you’re up to since you fell? Hm, you seem to fit right in with these idiots.” As she suddenly charges forward, Adam quickly flies out of the way of Charlie’s attack and instead grabs a hold of her weapon, swinging her around by it and knocking her down again, this time tossing her weapon far aside where she couldn’t reach it. Before you could get between them, Adam hits Charlie hard across the face then raises his angelic weapon above her. Sprinting to Charlie’s side, you manage to stop him in his tracks by putting your weapon up against his, a loud clash of metal sounding between you two. After a few moments of struggling against each other, Adam uses so much force that it brings you to your knees and you watch as your weapon begins to bend and buckle under his. Pushing back against him, you manage to make him stumble back for a moment. Tossing your own weapon aside then grabbing a hold of his weapon with your bare hands and not letting go, you panic as you realize there’s no where else to go and no way you’re getting out of this alive. You just have to hold on and push back for as long as you can.

“NO! Adam, please. You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to kill these people. Please…It’s n-not too late-“

Within seconds, Adam has you knocked to the ground right beside Charlie with a brutal punch to the face. “You don’t know anything! I know it’s been a while since you were in heaven with us but things have changed, hun.” Weak and exhausted from the fight, you stay down beside Charlie, even reaching over to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You really think these disgusting vermin can change? HAH! You are so stupid. Even more stupid than I thought you were before!” Adam crouches down to get a closer look at your bruised face covered in streams of gold blood.

You saw your chance and took it without hesitation, reaching forward to grab Adam by his clothes and slam him down to the ground. “I’m not stupid, you asshole!” The words come as a guttural scream from you as his back hits the hard ground. As fast as you can, you climb on top of him, straddling his waist as you begin landing blow after blow to his face. After only a few hits, his mask falls off and clatters to the ground beside him. “You’re disgusting! What kind of angel are you?!” And before you can get another punch in, he has you by the throat. His fingers dig in to your skin, his face now matching yours with patches of gold blood staining it. It made you feel somewhat proud to know that you made those marks on him.

You continue swinging on him but to no avail, he just won’t let up on your neck and your chest is starting to burn from the lack of oxygen. Finally, your hands find his, frantic fingers trying to pry his off of you as you gasp for air. “(Y/N)!” Charlie scrambles forward to try and stop Adam with a fierce expression on her face but it only takes him a second to remove one hand from your neck and latch it onto hers with deadly force. With your throat in one hand and Charlie’s throat in the other, Adam squeezes with all his strength, making your vision start to go dark and fuzzy. “A-Adam. P-please…” you squeak out, still trying to get his hand to loosen up. Your wings pop out again, trying to flap and get you away from him but he had such a strong hold on you. You suddenly worry that Charlie’s whines and choking beside you will be the last thing you ever hear.

“This fight was cute and all, but it’s time to die with the rest of them.” He uses his leverage on your neck to pull your face close to his. “Im glad you fell. You didn’t deserve to be up there with someone like me. You’re just a stupid little-“

Without another word, Adam was flung to the side by a hard punch from a suddenly appearing Lucifer. The blow had you swiftly dropping to your feet before Lucifer catches you, kneeling down as he cradles you and Charlie gently. “I’m so sorry I’m late, my darlings.” He looks back and forth between you and Charlie with apologetic and loving eyes. “Are my loves okay?” Charlie nods with a sweet smile towards her father while you give him a smirk and a wink. “Took you long enough.” You teasingly reply as Adam finally crawls his way back to the fight.

“Hmmph! Ugh…how man of you freaks do I have to fight?”

“Oh I’m the only one that matters. See, you messed with my daughter and my partner and now, I am going TO FUCK YOU!” You actually face palm as Charlie steps closer to her dad with an embarrassed look on her face. “It’s ’fuck you up’, dad…” “Wait, what did I say?”

As Luci and Adam fight and soar around in the red sky above you, Lucifer shape shifting and bullying Adam, you notice Charlie running to help Vaggie who was still fighting with Lute. Just as you began running to assist her, Adam hit the entire hotel with an extremely powerful blast, slicing the whole building into two. You trip backwards, thankfully avoiding the huge canyon that had formed in the middle of the hotel. All you can do is watch with fearful eyes as Charlie goes falling down into the deep pit, Lucifer chasing after her with impeccable speed. In just seconds, he catches her and circles around back to check on you.

“I got you.” “Dad, look out!” You flinch as Adam approaches but fortunately, the two demons with you were prepared and countered his attack, Charlie sending Adam crashing down to the hard asphalt. Lucifer then scoops you up and holds you and Charlie up in each of his arms as if you weigh nothing, then he flies all three of you into the air together. You couldn’t help but admire both of their passion, their anger and burning hate for Adam radiating off them. Charlie looks so much like her father and Lucifer looks so protective- both of them with glowing red eyes, horns fully protruded from their heads, tails wild and whipping behind them.

“You come at me and my family?! Don’t forget-“ In the blink of an eye, Lucifer has cautiously set both of you down before rushing to Adam. “You’re in my house, bitch!” Within seconds, Lucifer has reduced Adam to a golden bloody pulp as you watch, arms crossed and a vengeful smile on your face. “Whoa, whoa! Dad!” Charlie grabs her father’s shoulder and gains his attention. “He’s had enough…”

Lucifer complies with his daughter’s pleas and retreats back with you and the rest of the group as Adam crawls forward, whining and bitching about how cool he is and how he started all of mankind and blah blah blah. Lucifer’s hand slips into yours and his other finds Charlie’s hand. Just as you think you’ve heard enough of Adam’s bullshit ranting, he stops very abruptly and falls to the ground to reveal Nifty to be the one who finally took down Adam. Of course the entire group was shocked but relieved nonetheless.

“Oh, damn.” You can’t help but pity Lute as she begs Adam to get up and cries over his slowly dying body. “It’s over.” Charlie spits out as she stands beside a beaten up Vaggie. “Now take your little friends AND GO HOME! Please~” Lucifer growls out.

Lucifer watches as the exorcists retreat before he heads over to bring you and Charlie into a crushingly tight group hug. “I’m so glad my babies are okay. I love you both so much.” “I love you too, dad.” Charlie replies as she smiles, her eyes fluttering closed. “I love you, too, Luci.” He pulls away and sweeps your hair out of your face before letting out a soft sigh. “I can’t ever thank you enough for protecting my little girl.” All you can offer him is a smile and dreamy eyes. “She’s like a daughter to me. She’s our daughter. I love her just as much as you.” And this time, you initiate the group hug, cherishing the feeling of knowing both of them are safe and in your arms.

And Lucifer couldn’t be more happy and proud of his family. He’s so thankful to have both of you in his life now and he feels truly blessed to have you both safe with him again.

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whatsitzface · 4 months

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The way Annabeth was thinking so far ahead of Percy that Percy was confused. The way she refused to elaborate on anything, and then was like; 'I'm surrounded by idiots' whenever someone (Percy) didn't understand her. The way she looked so smug after she pushed Percy into the water and he got claimed. THE WAY SHE WAS SO BLUNT!!!!! ("ARE YOU STALKING ME??" "yeah lol")

Sorry, but that's the most accurate Annabeth in the world holy smokes Leah did such a good job. All my forgotten love for Annabeth's character that I felt while reading the books just crashed into me full force and I'm frothing at the mouth with obsession.

“-You’re gonna expect me to know how to do something I don’t know how to do, and I end up falling flat on my face, I- I can’t really have that right now.” “You still don’t get where you fit into all of this, do you?” SHE’S TALKING ABOUT THE PROPHECY AND HOW SHE KNOWS HE'S A POSIEDON KID, BUT SHE HIDES IT AS HOW HE DOESN’T KNOW HIS PLACE IN THE CAPTURE THE FLAG GAME!!!! BECAUSE SHE WON’T TELL HIM!!!! AND ITS EPIC BECAUSE IN THE CAPTURE THE FLAG GAME HE DOES FALL FLAT ON HIS FACE, BUT IN THE PROPHECY HE DOES GET HIS DAD TO SEE HIM!!!! And then she fixes his armor plate, making sure that its secure. Making sure he won't get hurt. That's not part of her plan, and things always go according to her plan. She's the game master. IM SCREAMING

#just posting some of my thoughts because I haven't seen anyone else going feral over annabeths portrayal yet #she was by far my favourite part holy shit idk what crack leah laced in her characterization but I am so addicted #HER SMUGNESS #HER APOLOGETIC LOOK BEFORE PUSHING PERCY INTO THE WATER #NO SOCIAL SKILLS - ALL BLUNT ANSWERS AND LAME ASS JOKES #shes just skipping under the invisibility cap #meandering after Percy as Clarrise beats him up #whistling out of tune while vaugely wondering how she'll get Percy to let her join his quest after this #im sorry but i am so crazy about her portrayal holy smoking Hephaestus someone help me #pjo+#percy jackon and the olympians #silly mispelled trending tag #percy jackson #annabeth chase

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strniohoeee · 5 months

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I have a question for a Matt fic if you can’t do it that’s fine, Could you possibly do a matt version of vie (I think that’s it idk) if you want to and can 😁🫶🏻

-anonymous out for now

Foe

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N absolutely hates Matt with a burning passion. Nick and Chris get fed up with them after hearing them argue on their road trip. What happens when he locks them in a hotel room together??🗣️

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTTT. Nothing too crazy though. This is also for another request I got for enemies to lovers with Matt where they travel far and stop in different hotels and have to stay together LOL. Also I was half asleep writing this, so I hope yall enjoy🤭

Song for the imagine: Back to the Old House-The Smiths

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

And you never knew

How much I really liked you

Cause I never even told you

Oh, but I meant to

Are you still there?

I felt my eye twitching, my head spinning and my jaw hurting from the fake smile I had plastered on my face.

“A road trip…how fun” I said through my teeth looking at Nick

“I figured since we have this whole month why not just drive through a couple of states you know” he said

“And you want me to come?” I asked furrowing my brows

“Yes we do” Chris said

“Not me” Matt shot out

I looked over at Matt giving him a death stare and rolling my eyes.

“I mean I’m happy staying here you know. Why don’t you guys go as brothers and enjoy this time for yourselves” I said looking back at Nick

“We really want you to come though like badly, and you can split the driving with Matt since we can’t drive for shit” he said pointing between him and Chris

“Ughhh fine I’ll go” I said throwing myself back on the bed

“Trust me we’d be fine without you” Matt said smacking my head

“Fuck off” I said slapping his hand away

“Matt literally shut the fuck up” Nick said

A few days had passed and it was now time to venture out to some random states. I wasn’t even sure what to pack, but all I know is I had a huge suitcase and a duffel bag. I mean you can’t be too sure right?

I had driven to the triplets house since we were taking their bigger car. When I pulled up Matt was packing some stuff into the trunk while Chris and Nick walked back into the house

I parked my car and got out grabbing my suitcase and my duffel bag

“The fuck did you pack for?” Matt said looking over his shoulder

“A fucking road trip are you an idiot?” I said placing my duffel bag on my suitcase

“You’re acting like you’re moving or some shit” he said laughing

“I like to have options since I actually have a sense of style unlike you, so buzz off” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Packed for a fucking runway show or some shit” he said

I pushed him out the way to look at the trunk

“Matt what the fuck is this?” I said looking at him

“Uhh looks like suitcases and bags to me” he said shrugging his shoulder

“No shit smart ass. You packed this car horribly. Let me fix it” I said

“Knock yourself out” he said

I had removed some suitcases and bags, and I got to a larger bag in the back of the trunk. Sliding it forward

“Okay princess hold this” I said looking over at Matt

“Fuck you….calling me princess” he said rolling his eyes

“Well you watched me undo all this without offering a hand, so yes you are a princess, now hold this please” I said trying to give him the heavy duffel bag

“No im good” he said smiling at me and crossing his arms over his chest

I looked at him blinking, and I lifted the bag up, throwing it over my shoulders, and letting it crash to the concrete pavement.

“Suit yourself then” I said shrugging my shoulders

“ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY” Matt yelled leaning off of the car and walking over to the bag

“Aww it must’ve slipped” I said grabbing my duffel bag off of my suitcase, and rolling my suitcase

“You’re a bitch” he said opening the bag that I’m assuming was his and looking inside of it

I rolled my suitcase past him and lifted my duffel bag up to put it over my shoulder letting it hit Matt in the head.

“So I’ve been told” I said laughing at him

“This has filming equipment in it, my equipment to be exact. You’re lucky it didn’t break” he said standing up

“I’m actually pretty sad it didn’t break” I said frowning

Matt scoffed at me and walked into the house. Leaving me alone to finish packing the trunk up correctly. Soon they all came back out, and got ready to get in the car

Matt shoved past me to get in on the drivers side. I lost my footing and gave him a dirty look

“I hate you” I said to him

“Feelings mutual don’t worry” he said smiling at me

“Can you guys just not fight for once. I have not spent a single day with you guys in two years where there was no fighting going on” Nick said

“I try my best, but he really knows how to get under my skin” I said

“Tell me about it, but please I can’t handle a road trip with Matt in a pissg mood” Chris said

“Okay okay I’ll be nice” I said throwing my hands up in defense

Chris sat in the passenger seat, I sat behind Matt and Nick sat behind Chris. It was a pretty decent car ride for the most part. We were driving north at first.

Occasionally I’d look into the rear view mirror sometimes catching Matt’s eyes. But always looking away. But we kept locking eyes accidentally

“Stop looking at me like a creep” Matt said

“I’m not trying to look at you. Everytime I look up you happen to also be looking” I said getting annoyed

“Uhh yeah it’s the rear view mirror, I have to see what’s happening behind me on the road” he said shaking his head

“Literally shut up before I lose it” I said sighing

“Whatever..” he said rolling his eyes at me

We had been through three states already. We fought the whole time driving, we fought at every stop, we fought for every meal. Chris and Nick were growing frustrated. I think Matt and I didn’t even enjoy our stay in these states because we spent the whole time arguing.

In these three states Chris and Nick forced us to stay in a hotel room together. This was the worst idea in the world because this made us fight more.

The first hotel we stood in, Matt kept turning the light on every five minutes to piss me off, and then he talked the whole night. The second hotel we stayed at, Matt threw ice cold water on me the morning we were heading out while I was showering. The third state we got to there was only one sink, and Matt and I woke up late, so we were rushing. First he took an extra long shower using the hot water, so my shower was cold. Then we had to brush our teeth at the same time.

I leaned over to spit into the sink when suddenly I felt Matt hovering over me. He spat his toothpaste in my hair. My jaw dropped and I let a gasp out

“You did not” I said looking up at him

“Whoops must’ve slipped” he said shrugging his shoulders

I had no time to wash my hair so I had to wipe my hair with a wet towel, and hope for the best. I shoved past Matt packing my stuff up, and ignoring him as I made my way down to the lobby.

This incident was the icing on the cake. I was so angry. I wasn’t the nicest to Matt, but spitting toothpaste in my hair was a low fucking blow.

As we got in the car and headed to get breakfast Chris opened his mouth

“It smells like toothpaste” he said laughing

“Yeah thank your idiot brother” I said with a straight face

“What’d he do?” Chris asked turning back to look at me

“He fucking spat toothpaste in my hair, and I had no time to shampoo it out” I said rolling my neck

“Matt what the fuck” Nick said getting annoyed

“It was an accident” he said pouting

“To hell with you you fucking asshole” I said loudly

“You can throw my bag and hit me in the head, but this was too much?” He said laughing

“Toothpaste from your mouth? Yeah you crossed a line you stupid fuck” I said putting my hand in between the space of the head rest and the chair, and pulled his little neck hairs

“OUCH WHAT THE FUCK” he screamed grabbing the back of his neck

“Awww it was an accident” I said pouting at him

“Bringing you with us was the biggest mistake” he said

“Yeah I think so too” I said crossing my arms over my shoulders

The whole ride went like that. Every restaurant we stopped at and every gas station. Chris and Nick even snapped at us a few times because we were stressing them out.

We stayed at a hotel in the fourth state, and I was hoping us arguing all day would make Nick split us up, but I thought wrong.

“You and Matt are staying together, and Chris and I are keeping your room keys, so if you leave…you’re shit out of luck we’re not helping you” Nick said shrugging his shoulders

“WHAT” we both screeched out

“This arguing is so fucking annoying. We are supposed to be having a good time, and instead we’re miserable. Yall need to talk out your issues because I can’t do this anymore” Nick said to us

“Yeah like I’m exhausted and annoyed with you both bickering like children. I wanted this month break to be nice and fun, but it’s not…please figure this shit out” Chris said rubbing his eyes

We both nodded our heads in defeat, and Nick unlocked our door letting us in, and watching as the door shut in his face.

We locked the door and turned the lights on. Our jaws dropped at the site. One fucking bed….

“They’re fucking with us, they have to be” Matt said scoffing

“Yeah no shit dumbass…they want us to be as uncomfortable as possible, and talk about our issues” I said placing my duffel bag down

“Okay fucking mystery P.I” Matt said laughing

“I’m going to shower and get this toothpaste out of my hair, so behave for like 30 minutes” I said to him

I got in the shower and enjoyed my alone time. It was so peaceful to be alone with your thoughts. I mean I hated fighting with Matt all the time. I wasn’t even sure why I fought with him all the time. It’s just everytime I would see his face it made me so angry. If it wasn’t for his shitty attitude Matt was actually an attractive guy. Beautiful on the outside and ugly on the inside. At least from what I saw….

I ignored Matt as I finished my routine and he went to shower. I laid in the bed after drying my hair and just stared at the ceiling. All that I could see was flashes of Matt’s face. It made me angry. The one person I hate the most and that’s all my brain is clouded with.

Matt got out of the shower and sat on the edge of the bed scrolling on his phone. I was staring into the back of his head just thinking. Mainly mean things, but one other thing….his hair looked so good right now. WHAT THE FUCK NO!

It was 2AM at this point, and Matt shut the main light off keeping the lamp on. I grabbed a pillow and a blanket it laid on the floor

“What are you doing” he said looking at me

“Throwing a party…Matt I’m going to sleep” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Yeah, but why on the floor” he said laughing

“Because I’m not sleeping next to you” I said scoffing

“You act like I bite” he said giving me a dirty look

“You might as well with those teeth of yours, so damn big” I said laughing

Matt let out a giggle and looked away. Did I just make him laugh? My eyebrow raised as I looked at him

“Just get in the bed” he said looking at me

“I’m good” I said laying down and turning away from him

Matt scoffed and shut the light off. My mind started racing. His little laugh was so cute, and the way he looked down at me to lay in the bed with him….idk why I started to smile this was weird.

“This feels wrong” Matt saddened blurted out making my heart jump from being scared

“What” I said confused

“You sleeping on the floor like just get up, and sleep next to me” he said

“No” I said

“Stop being so stubborn already” he said smacking his hands down on the bed sheets

“Fine okay” I said getting up

I made my way over to the bed and laid down. Matt was facing me as I looked up at the ceiling. My breathing became shallow as I felt his eyes on me.

“Please stop looking at me” I said in a whisper

“Sorry” he said back

I let a slight smile fall on my face, and I guess he saw it with the little bit of moonlight coming in through the window

“You look very pretty when you smile, you should do it more often” he said

“Well stop pissing me off everyday and I’d have more to smile about” I said

“Are you flirting with me?” He asked laughing

“In your dreams Matthew” I said laughing lightly

“Oh in my dreams indeed” he said

“You’re such a strange person” I said rubbing my eyes

“Is that why you hate me?” He asked

“I don’t hate you. I hate the way you act. You know how to make me angry” I replied

“I mean I don’t mean to be that way, but to see how easily you get upset it makes me smile” he said laughing a bit

“I’m glad my anger brings you joy” I said shaking my head

“It’s cute” he responded

“I must be mistaken…is Matt flirting with me?” I asked

“Oh no I would never” he said laying on his back now

“Right right” I said shrugging my shoulders

The room got silent…painfully silent. I’m sure you could hear my heart beating out of my chest. My breathing became heavier. Why was there such weird tension now?

I mindlessly started to lightly hum a song trying to coo myself to sleep?? I don’t know..

“What’s that? I’ve heard you hum that song before” Matt said

“Oh it’s Back to the Old House by The Smiths” I said

“I’ve been trying to figure out that song for the longest every time you hum it” he said in a whisper

“Oh yeah” I said also in a whisper

Matt’s hand came down near mine, and I felt his pinky graze against my skin. My breathing hitched in my throat as I glanced down at his movement.

“I love The Smiths” I said in a low whisper

“What was that?” He asked his pinky now completely rubbing up and down my hand

“I said… I love The Smiths” I responded looking over at him. To see him already looking back.

Suddenly Matt’s lips crashed into mine. Throwing me for a fucking loop because what the fuck was this?

But my lips moved with his as he leaned up and over. Slowly making his way to hover above me. My hands immediately rubbing through his hair

Our lips locked in such a heated and passionate kiss. Who would’ve thought I needed a kiss from Matt so badly. My body ached for him, and I slowly hated that. I was supposed to hate him what's going on…

“Wait wait wait” I said pushing Matt back

“What’s wrong?” He asked looking at me

“I mean nothings wrong. It’s just….we’re supposed to hate each other” I said

“Who says enemies can’t kiss?” He asked

“Fuck it” I said pulling him back down for another heated make out session.

Matt’s dick slowly pressed against my cunt as my legs stayed spread for him. My heart fluttered at the feeling as I pulled Matt down more to allow our chests to touch.

Matt began to kiss down my neck as my nails scratched his scalp. This was so wrong yet felt so right. I had complete control in my hands. And I wanted this to go further than some kissing. I so desperately wanted Matt right now.

“I don’t want you to feel forced to do anything” Matt said looking at me as he kissed up my neck

“Trust me if I felt forced I would’ve kneed you in the balls” I said, and he laughed against my skin causing me to get goosebumps

Matt and I continued to kiss until his hands ran up my shirt and slowly began to take it off. Lifting off the bed for him to get it off my head

He pulled away and removed his shirt as well. Leaning back down as our bare chests touched causing me to let out a whimper

He kissed down my neck and down my chest as he left open mouth kisses on my breasts. He kissed down my stomach and to where my pajama bottoms sat

He came back up running his right hand over my breasts as he kissed my neck.

“I need more” I moaned out

“Okay” he said in a whisper

Matt pulled away and helped me slide out of my pajama bottoms. He slowly slid his pants off.

He ran his hands over my cloth pussy as I shuddered. He removed his boxers and slid my underwear to the side. Slowly he slid into me allowing myself to adjust to the burn from the stretch.

God Matt felt so good. I was already in heaven and he hasn’t even fucked me yet.

“Are you ready?” He asked me as he bottomed out

“Yes” I panted out as my back arched

“I’m going to go slow okay” he said

“Okay Matt” I said licking my dry lips

Matt began to thrust in and out of me at a slow pace. Truly allowing me to feel all of him. My hands gripped the sheets beneath me as my toes curled.

Matt was filling me up so well. I swore my eyes were in the back of my head. His thrusts slow but deep and harder really stretching me out

“You can go faster” I moaned out

Matt leaned forward and brought my left leg to wrap around his torso as he began to pound into me.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel amazing” he panted out into my ear

His necklace tapping against my collar bone with every thrust. As my hands began to rake up and down his back

“Shit Matt….holy fuck just like that” I moaned out

His hips snapping into me at a faster pace. The bed creaked and lightly tapped against the wall. We really hoped Nick and Chris were asleep because this would make for a awkward experience tomorrow

“You’re taking me so well. I thought you hated me” he moaned out

Pounding into me deeper causing a loud whine to escape my lips

“I might’ve hated you before, but you’re fucking me so good I might fall in love” I moaned out throwing my head back

“Love so soon?” He moaned out as he hit my g spot

“Eventually” I panted out

“Yeah I want to fuck you a few more times before you decide on that” he said as his thrusts became sloppy

“I’d like that very much” I moaned out

“I know you would, fuck” he moaned out

My mouth hung open as his lips ghosted against them. My brows furrowed as I began my orgasm slowly approaching.

My heel of my foot for a fact digging into his back as my body quivered and shook for him

“Matt I’m so close” I moaned out as my hips lifted off the bed

“Hold on baby hold on” he said

Snaking his hand in between us he began to rub my clit causing me to let out a high pitch whine.

He began to run faster as my breathing got heavier. My mouth fell slack as his hips smacked into me.

My stomach coiling and my thighs shaking

“Fuckkkk I’m cumming” I moaned out as my legs began to shake and my back lifted off of the mattress. Clenching around Matt as his name fell from my lips in a loud moan.

He helped me ride out my high and slowly pulled out of me as I laid there. He began to stroke his dick chasing his own high

His breathing became heavy as his lower stomach contracted and he painted my thighs with his cum. His mouth slack and eyes staring down at me as he moaned out my name.

Once he came down from his high he helped clean us up. And he got back in bed. It got quiet again and my thoughts started racing

“I don’t hate you. I never did” Matt suddenly blurted out

“Oh” was all I could say

“Watching you get mad over small things made me laugh, and I felt like it was our own little way of flirting” he said

“I mean at times it was” I said looking at him

“And other times I went over the line” he said shaking his head

“Yeah you did, but that’s okay. Look where it landed us fucking in a hotel room” I said laughing

“I suppose that’s true” he said laughing

“It’s just easier to dislike someone than to actually like them, and I’m so mad I can’t hate you” I replied

“Oh the feelings mutual babe” he said licking his bottom lip

I laughed and shoved his shoulder

Matt pulled me in, and we eventually fell asleep in each other's arms after having much needed conversations.

The next morning when we woke up. We showered and packed up. It wasn’t even awkward and we actually enjoyed our morning together. We even walked down to the lobby together which never happened.

“You guys seem happy” Chris said

“Did you hash things out?” Nick asked

“We did, and it was all one big misunderstanding” Matt said looking at them

“Yeah it was. However the one bed was a dick move” I said looking at Nick

“Oh one bed? That’s so weird I didn’t even know that” he said

“You didn’t?” We both said

“No, it must’ve been an accident” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Well I’m glad it worked out that way anyways” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Yeah! Plus it seemed to work you guys are getting along great” Nick said

“Oh yeah you know. Just a good ol conversation to make it all better” Matt said

“I’m so glad you guys are okay now” Chris said getting excited

“We are too! So now let’s actually go have some fun like we’ve been planning to!” I said loudly

We finished our road trip, and I was so thankful for Nick and Chris putting us together. Who would’ve known how badly I needed Matt, and I finally got him. It only took two years…

The End

Mannnn idk how I feel about this, but also I was like half awake writing this it’s bad LMAOOO. I hope you guys enjoyed and I love yall dearly🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #matthew sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader smut #smut #Matthew sturniolo x reader smut

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wishuroses · 1 year

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.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 𓇼 oh say it ditto, aonung.

✶ pairings: aonung x sully!reader

✶ warnings: fluff, fighting, reader is awkward, flirty and touchy aonung, spicy tension if u squint hard enough maybe idk fuck around and find out, reader the ultimate brozoner, reader and lo’ak evil twin agenda, not proofread whatsoever, uppercase intended!

✶ word count: 2k

✶ na’vi glossary: kenten – fan lizard, paskalin – honey, skxawng – idiot.

✶ a/n: me vs stealing kpop song lyrics to use as titles LOL i literally had to rewind some scenes like a thousand times to get everything down right hehe.. happy reading! >:-)

After nearly weeks of traveling on your ikrans, your family had finally arrived in Awa’atlu, desperately seeking Uturu to get away from war. You were standing beside your brother, Neteyam, your lanky arms hanging awkwardly in front of you, tense hands clasped together in a poor attempt to ground yourself.

You felt even more awkward when an–admittedly attractive– boy and his friend entered the crowd. Once the two of you made eye contact–his being a thousand times more intense than yours, burning into you like a hundred suns– you immediately brought your hand to your forehead, a sign of respect.

Instead of him doing the same like you thought he would, he flared his nostrils and looked you up and down with a narrowed glare. His stare made a feeling flutter deep in your stomach, like someone alerted a field of colorful kenten.

Oh. He was sizing you up.

With an inaudible inhale, you shuffled closer to Neteyam, his heavy arm immediately coming to wrap around your tense shoulders, thumbing at scarred skin, effectively grounding you. Your big amber eyes never broke away from Aonung’s baby blue ones, furrowing your eyebrows and flicking your ears upward in embarrassment from being blatantly ignored. He would definitely be a problem later.

It was when your dad whispered an “it’s alright, be cool” that you finally broke his gaze, opting to look at the ground beneath you. Your thick braids curtained the sides of your face, beads clicking together harmoniously–the feeling of being watched intensely from a crowd of na’vi made you feel nauseous, dizzy, and even more alienated; your nose twitching as the the saltiness of the air nearly intoxicates you.

The sand felt weird, foreign, incredibly unfamiliar to the dark soil you already missed digging your feet into. The waves crashing against the shore, however, sounded lovely. The wind blows, it passes over, beneath, and between the mangroves, one after another, never to return. Though, it wasn’t enough to fill the void. You hoped that after all this blew over, you and your family would be able to go back home–but the gnawing voice at the back of your head knew that would never happen.

“These children are not even true Na’vi.”

You harshly blinked away the tears that threatened to spill when you felt the Tsahìk rip one of your clasped hands away, only to hold your four-fingered hand up for the scrutinizing crowd to see. Her voice boomed with authority.

“They have demon blood!”

The only thing you could hear were ringing in your ears, your own pulsing heartbeat, and the scared gasps of the na’vi surrounding you.

Welp. This is your life now. Your home.

.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 ✿̅

“Hey!” Lo’ak yelled, striding up to Aonung and his crew with you following closely behind, “Back off, fishlips.” Kiri took a few small steps back, looking between the both of you in a slight panic; you nodded towards her and she nodded back with a small, yet obviously forced smile on her face, the look in her eyes gave you just enough to know she was fine.

Aonung’s face quickly morphed into a smirk, his tone criminally sardonic. By Eywa, this boy is evil. “Oooh, more four-fingered freaks!” He cackled wickedly, lightly shoving Lo’ak–almost playful– like he wasn’t tormenting Kiri a few moments ago. Him and his gang started to crowd around your twin, pulling and touching the thin tail that flicked with annoyance.

“Leave us alone!” Kiri chorused, the plea sitting desperately on her tongue.

With an exaggerated sigh, you ran up beside Lo’ak and shoved Aonung with as much strength as your lithe body could muster at the moment, running off of pure adrenaline. The push wasn’t that strong, but strong enough that it made Aonung take a few steps back, admittedly flustering him a little. “Dude, don’t touch him!” You emphasized, your frantic, honeyed eyes as wide as can be, staring back into his.

Time seemed to stop for Aonung as he took in your appearance like he did the first time you two saw each other, yet you were even beautiful up close. His eyes looked between your left eye, your right, and then to your lips. Before his own mind could even register, he wrapped his big hand around your wrist, indulging in how it nearly engulfed your entire hand. Once his thumb caressed your skin, you felt your heart jump.

“Beautiful..” Aonung whispered– his voice low and deep– so that just the two of you would be able to hear it. His tongue swiped at his bottom lip, effectively distracting you from what was really important at the moment.

It seems that he was too caught up in taking you in, narrowly missing the way Neteyam was currently striding up to him with vigor, shoving him with way more force than you ever had, resulting in everyone going quiet and shifting their attention towards him.

“You heard what they said.” Neteyam started, pointing an accusing finger at Aonung. “Leave them alone.”

“Back off, now.”

Aonung raised his hands up in mock surrender, looking off to the side as Neteyam continued to stare holes into his head.

“Smart choice. And from now on I need you to respect my sisters.”

“Let’s go.” Neteyam gathered you, Kiri, and Lo’ak like sheep, ready to walk away and get whatever the hell was happening over with.

“Look at them. They’re all freaks, the whole family.”

Lo’ak sighs deeply at this and makes his way back over to Aonung and his friends.

Watching him with wide eyes, your heart panged as you figured out what would happen as soon as he steps into their vicinity again. “Lo’ak..” You chided, hurriedly looking back towards your twin and the snickering guys behind him.

“I got this, sis.”

Lo’ak, in fact, did not have it. A huge fight broke out between everyone, excluding Kiri of course. What kind of twin would you be if you didn’t jump in?

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You all were definitely about to get the lecturing of a lifetime–or, you and Lo’ak, at least. Lo’ak had his hand wrapped around his arm, Neteyam rubbing at his bloodied nose, while you had your arms crossed, nails digging into your elbows. All with Jake trailing behind, practically seething with anger.

“What was the one thing I asked? The one thing?”

“Stay out of trouble–” You and Lo’ak chorused, Neteyam looking off to the side.

“Stay out of trouble, right.”

“And you,” Jake started incredulously, turning his stern gaze towards you. He knew you and Lo’ak were alike, down to a T, so maybe he really shouldn’t be surprised, yet he still couldn’t help but feel a semblance of disappointment pang in his chest as he watched the pinkish hue of Aonung’s blood stain the tips of your teeth and the cracks of your bruised lips. “You bit Aonung!”

“I did not–” “Yes, you did! Oh, so now you’re starting to lie to me?” Immediately, your ears cast downward, the loudness of his voice making tears brim your eyes and your bottom lip tremble. He was right, you actually did lie, the taste of iron fresh on your tongue to further prove his point. But how you hated when your father spoke to you like this–the weight of shame and disappointment dripping down your shoulders like hot syrup.

You felt Lo’ak and Neteyam’s stare burn into the side of your head like hot coals, their hearts heavy as they both watched their little sister get scolded for something she didn’t start.

Neteyam pursed his lips before stepping in front of you and Lo’ak, ready to defend. “Sir, it is all my fault–”

“I don’t think so. You gotta stop taking the heat for these two knuckleheads.” Your shoulders were pinched as a tear ran down the slope of your rounded cheek, hand coming up to quickly swipe it away. Neteyam stepped over to place a hand on your back.

“Dad, Aonung was picking on Kiri.. called her a freak.” Lo’ak said softly, as to not make your father raise his voice any more than he already was. Jake’s stern gaze softened at this, looking off to the side. He sighed audibly before looking back to the both of you.

“Go apologize to Aonung.”

“What?” You and Lo’ak said in unison, both of your eyebrows furrowing.

“He is the chief’s son, do you understand? I don’t care how you do it, just make peace. Just go.”

And with that, Lo’ak sighed and shook his head, stray braids swinging with the movement, walking off to go find Aonung with you scurrying behind like a lost, pitiful puppy. You didn’t dare look back when Jake called for Neteyam, only focusing on controlling your own harsh breathing. This had to have been the worst day of your life.

.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 ✿̅

“Run that by me again.”

“..Whatever that means.”

“Repeat what you said.”

“I said, if you allow me to court your sister, you will be pardoned.”

“Dude, I am not prostituting my sister. Are you nuts or something?”

“Not prostituting, I just happen to like her.”

Well, you thought, so much for trying to apologize.

You were currently hiding behind a nearby tree, ears alert as you listened in on their conversation. Lo’ak told you to stay put, that he’d go apologize to the dude himself since you didn’t have anything to do with it; technically you did bite him, and his friend.. and two more of his friends. But that was because you had teeth, so why not use them for what they’re made for?

By the time Aonung blinked, you were already at your twin’s side, amber eyes glancing into amber eyes before peeking into his blue ones. “I am very sorry, Aonung, but I don’t think Kiri is interested in you. Like, at all.” You said with a tilt of your head, beads thudding almost mockingly.

After an awkward beat of silence, Aonung cleared his throat. “No, I’m not talking about Kiri..? I’m talking about you, (Y/N).”

Lo’ak gawked at him as if he had grown fifteen heads, eyebrows raised incredulously. “Bro–” “I accept your offer.” Now Lo’ak was staring at you as if you were crazier for even accepting, mouth open cartoonishly wide. Aonung, however, looked extremely pleased at your response, glancing at Lo’ak in a way that screamed ‘she said it, not me’.

“Whatever. Let me know if you need me to beat him up, okay? And you, bring my baby sister back before eclipse.” Lo’ak huffed before turning to set off along the shore, shaking his head in the procress.

“Not a baby, Lo’ak, we were born five minutes apart!” You complained in English, making Aonung’s ears perk up at the foreign language that spilled from your mouth.

Lo’ak turned to you, flipping you off with both hands raised in the air–even with his thumbs out. Disrespectful. “Girl, bye!”

You watched your brother walk further and further, his silhouette getting smaller and smaller. Blinking, you turned to Aonung, only to find out he’s already staring you down intensely. Acknowledging him with a nod of your head, you felt your cheeks flush at his attention, a fluttering feeling took over the pit of your stomach.

Aonung crowded you, tucking his fingers under your chin to make you look up at him. “Just so you know, I would have courted you even without your brother’s permission, sweet girl.” His eyes were even prettier up close, a striking narrowed blue boring into your honey ones. You felt your heart violently palpate at the name, and with a nervous exhale, you shied away from his hand.

“Come.” You quipped sweetly, skipping ahead with Aonung following close behind, his eyes trailing down your form, stopping at the pretty woven bow that sat right at the base of your tail. His gaze snapped back to your face when he saw you face him in his peripheral, heart thudding against his ribcage. “Do you call everyone ‘sweet girl’?”

“No, only you. You are very pretty, by the way.”

“Thanks bro.” He internally cringed at the choice of label, it was a habit, obviously, but Aonung didn’t seem to mind it very much; he knew it would change over the course of time. “You think the same about Lo’ak?”

“By Eywa, no, he doesn’t look half as good as you, paskalin.”

“He is my twin, skxawng. We look the same.”

Aonung went silent for a few moments, scanning your features before responding. “.. Not necessarily. The shape of the hair over your eyes are both the same, though. I will give you that much.”

Your laugh fluctuated throughout the air, singing harmoniously with the crashing waves. You desperately trying to ignore the way your entire body felt like it was lit up in flames when he placed his hand on the small of your waist, thumbing at the skin, you were sure he could hear your heartbeat threatening to jump out of your chest.

Looking up at him, you noticed the small multitude of bite marks along his shoulders and arms, your ears lowering in guilt when the phantom taste of iron filled your mouth, remembering what your dad told you.

“Also–uhm– sorry for biting you.. so many times.”

“It’s okay, I liked it, sorry for calling you a freak.”

“No hard feelings. I’ve said worse about you with Lo’ak.” Aonung decided he would ignore that last part, while you decided to ignore the first part of his statement, feeling your face flush for the thousandth time today.

“I really did like it, by the way, you biting me. Do it again next time.”

“.. Jesus christ.”

“Who?”

You didn’t really like it here at first, but since the Olo’eyktan’s son currently had his hand digging into the skin of your waist with full intent on courting you, you guess you could make it work.

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doxypsychlean · 2 years

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Cupid's Chokehold

Aegon ii Targaryen x Reader

|Oneshot|

Warnings: Explicit language, implied nudity ig?? dude's ass was out for everyone to see in that one scene anyway?

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Lol this one's kinda sad...Oh yeah, and no use of Y/N, couldn't get myself to do it.

"Where the fuck were you last night?" She entered their shared quarters, angry tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "For fuck's sake, Aegon!"

"Hm?"

"Where were you!?"

"What?"

She tore the sheets off of him. All he did was roll over and mutter something under his breath.

"Why do I even bother..." She sighed in defeat, crashing down on the corner of the bed. Their bed. At least in principle. In reality, the princess had spent most of their marriage sleeping on one of the lounging chairs they had in their chambers. She couldn't bring herself to get into the same bed as him. Especially when he smelled of wine, vomit, other women and Gods know what else...

"I never wanted this, you know..." She said more to herself, than him. "I would've been more than happier to marry some unknown lord of some unknown pile of shit on the other side of the realm."

There was no stopping now, it all came crashing down. The words kept spilling from her mouth.

"I can still see it. Me and this fanthom lord husband of mine, smiling at eachother, our children running around. A babe growing in my womb. I could've been so happy, Aegon...So,so happy."

Unbeknownst to her, he had heard it all. Red puffy eyes looked back at her, tears creeping their way down his flushed face and landing on the soft pillow under the prince's head. He sat up, hand reaching out for her.

"I never knew... I-" His voice trembling.

"How could have you ever known, you're never here..." She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, moving away from his touch. "Sometimes I wonder if you even know my fucking name"

She stood up abruptly and started circling around the room like a caged beast. A pair of crystal blue eyes followed her movements. Aegon could see it all now, clear as day. The pain, the distrust, the resentment.

"I tried loving you... Back when Cupid still had me in his chokehold" the woman let out a bitter laugh. "You fucking idiot, you have no idea what it's like! All I wanted was someone to love me. Someone to fucking love back! If that is love, then I don't know what love is..."

She slammed a hand against the wall, bones shattering. All the adrenaline that rushed through the young body kept her from feeling the severity of what she'd just done to herself.

"Instead I got you- a lifelong sentence. And I have yet to figure out what kind of monstrosity I must have committed to deserve such a punishment."

"Please, I'll-"

"You'll what? Change?" She interrupted. Her voice was barely above a whisper now, clutching her broken hand with the one that was still intact. "Oh, please. You've had all the time in the damn world to do it. You think me yelling at you once is what's gonna do it. Please, Aegon, even I am not that naive."

The prince looked down at her broken hand. He knew it. She was right.

"My dear, sweet Aegon..." The woman grabbed his chin between the thumb and index finger of her good hand, lifting up so he could meet her gaze once again. "You'll spend the rest of your life chasing whores and bottles. You're not good for much else. Remember that."

She bent down and kissed him gently. The first and last kiss they'd shared since the wedding ceremony. His eyes fluttered shut.

"Not long after your pretty silver hair will start to fall out. You'll get weak. Frail. The only children you'll father will be bastards that you'll never meet. And the only person that would have tried to love you for who you were, will be long gone..."

She was at the door by the time his eyes opened back up.

"Farewell, my love."

#aegon ii x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon the usurper #aegon targaryen x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd #hotd one shot #gameogthronesfanfic #gameofthrones #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #queen alicent #alicent hightower #oneshot #angst

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writingsfromhome · 1 year

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The Ex-Text

Prologue (the text)

A/N: warning that this fic does include cheating. I’m trying something new with this format, just a road trip story which is one of my favourite tropes everr. Plus a lot of drama. It was too short to split into parts but I liked the idea of some logues lol. Main should be out soon. Hope y’all like it too. <3

Prologue (text) / Main (ex) / Epilogue (what’s next)

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YN:

“He’s cheating on me,” I spit into the phone. My best friend gasps. “I saw him! He’s fucking cheating on me Taz what do I do? Do I confront him? Should I wait ‘til he gets home?”

“Where are you?” She asks.

I’m standing in front of the glass window to the bar that my boyfriend sits at. He’s facing a woman in black, with his hand on her knee, and a smile brightening his face. I blink, my focus going to the reflection in the glass. I look back at myself, dazed and heartbroken and disheveled.

“I’m-“ my voice cracks. I was not going to fucking cry here. I sniffle and move down the street to a parkette, a bench warmed by the sun invites me to sit down. “I’m at this patch of grass that’s a pathetic excuse for a park. Taz I don’t know what to do!”

“You don’t have to do anything right now. Where are you exactly? Let me come to you! Or come over. Don’t do anything rash-“

“I want to,” I sniffle. I wanted to, but all the energy had been drained from my body as soon as I sat down. “I was planning my future with this fucker. I…I thought he was going to propose soon! I caught him looking at rings the last time we were out remember? Do you…d’you think they were for her? Oh my god I’m such an idiot Ican’tbelieveIdidn’tseeit!”

It wasn’t British of me at all. At all. But I hang my head and sob. I couldn’t hold it in, my future crumbles before my eyes and all I can do is cry.

“Fuck’s sake,” I hear Taz say. “I’m coming to get you.”

I don’t remember much of what happened after that. How long I sat there until Taz found me—she’s tracked my phone. She called us a cab and taken me to her place where I crash on the couch for three days. Ethan had called and texted me, growing progressively worried. Until he showed up at Taz’s and her fiance had kept him out.

I always wanted to be one of those girls who was strong and tough, who could tell a guy who she’d been dating for nearly two years where he can shove it when he cheated on her.

Instead I was the girl who curled up even tighter when she heard his voice at the door. When he shouted her name over her best friend’s fiance’s body (that was built like a brick, I knew he wasn’t getting past).

I was the girl who snuck into the flat when I knew he was gone to work to get everything out with the help of friends.

It was two weeks before I could face him. He’d apologized, tried to give excuses but I was so numb by then I’d just let him ramble before giving an excuse about having to go and leaving him behind. I never quite got the closure I wanted but I was okay with stuffing it into the dark parts of my mind and never thinking about it again.

That is until 10 months later an invitation shows up in my inbox.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I say at the notification. My colleague in the next cubicle turns his head and I duck down. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

I click the email subject * Ethan and Van Make it Forever *

If you’re reading this, you mean a lot to us!

Join us on October 17 for a small (medium) celebration of love and commitment. No gifts, just your sexy selves.

Glitter rains down on loop over the invitation while dreamy clouds move on loops from side to side in the back. My own thoughts loop: is this a fucking joke?

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” I look up over the cubicle to where my name’s being called. My manager points to the room he’s in.

“We need minutes?”

“Oh…” I glance at my growing inbox. I didn’t actually have the time to lend a hand but I didn’t know how to say no. “Be there in a minute.”

My colleague beside me glances over and shakes his head. I shrug my shoulders and take my laptop in to spend the next hour in excruciating pain as I take pointless notes on a meeting I have no clue about. By the end of it my fingers are cramping and my inbox had doubled.

I had forwarded the email to my best friend by then and when I get back to my desk, collapsed in my seat, I read all of her 13 texts. They weren’t family friendly and they definitely make me feel better. I wasn’t crazy. My ex who cheated on me had invited me to his wedding.

My phone vibrates, Taz. But instead it’s a number I’d only ever gotten bad news from. One-time bad news I’d dubbed the ex-text. I open it:

Did you get the invite too?

•••••

Harry:

The invitation wakes me up, and I untangle myself from the warm body beside me to get my phone. Apparently I’d missed a phone call too.

I open the email and can’t help the laugh that comes out. Obviously nothing is funny, it’s unbelievable.

“Hm?” The woman beside me stirs, but my eyes are glued to the invitation. What a bitch, I can’t believe she had the audacity to invite me to her wedding!

I remember it so vividly, my girlfriend of years telling me she wasn’t in love with me anymore. That she met someone new. I’d asked how long, I had to ask again before she told me. Since the spring. So I had been walking around and living my life for over three months thinking my girlfriend loved me, that we were soulmates and all the other bullshit.

I couldn’t be depressed, I lived that next month with a drink attached to my lips at any given moment. It ruined me. It ruined my whole life. And then I got angry, that was when the drunk phone calls and late night messages began. I found out the person who replaced me. I stalked him on the internet and when I found out he had a girlfriend, it was my lucky day.

I’d texted my ex then, hoping this piece of news would be the end of that relationship. She’d come crawling back to me. Instead she had said, I know. He’s breaking up with her he just needs some time. Harry nothing’s changed, we’re not going to get back together.

I put on my detective hat, somehow through some intense stalking and help from a friend I’d gotten this stranger’s number. Then I’d texted her the screenshot, the photos on my ex’s private page of her and him. I was dropping a bomb on this random stranger but she needed to know. That’s how I justified it.

It was over a year since this all came about and everyone in my life expected me to be over it. Including my ex. I text her, hoping her number was still the same.

Are you really inviting me to your wedding with him?

She responds immediately, I thought we were at a place where I could. That you could be happy for me? It’s been so long.

She was delusional. How could I ever be happy for me after she left me like that, blindsided and broken hearted. The only conversations between us since then were when she wished me happy birthday. We never spoke.

Did he invite the girl he left behind too? I go with snarky, my favourite tone.

No ofc not. But are you coming? You can bring a + one.

I’ll see

Hope to see you there. xx

She really was delusional. A part of me wanted to show up, prove to her or me or the universe I could get on with my life. But I also didn’t want to be in this alone. I put my skills to work and an hour or so later, after the girl I woke up with had gone home and I put my empty coffee mug in the sink I text her. The stranger whose life I had imploded.

Did you get the invite too?

#harry styles fic #writingsfromhome #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #fic #harry styles angst #harry styles series #prologue #harry stylesxreader #something new #road trip #main is being edited so it’ll be up v soon

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asskickedbygirl · 1 year

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The Other Woman

Bam Margera x F!Reader & Ryan Dunn x F!Reader

Desc: You’re who Bam comes to whenever Jenn’s away, and Ryan thinks you deserve better than that.

A/n: this came to me randomly and i had to get it out… also first time writing on a laptop so format is different lol! listened to a lot of jeff buckley while writing this too

Warnings: smut (18+), angst, p in v, cheating, oral (f!receiving)

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“Pssst. C’mere Trouble!” You whisper-shouted out to Bam’s cat from your bedroom door, attempting to lure him inside. It became routine at this point for the cat to sleep in your room, after all you were the one feeding it and emptying the litter box even if Novak claimed he did it. Eventually the black and white pet wandered lazily into your room after you rattled a plastic bag of cat treats to sweeten the deal. Almost immediately after you shut the door you heard a knock from outside, another thing that became routine...

You opened the door reluctantly to find a shirtless Bam, not that him being shirtless was out of the ordinary or anything. He wore that same look you knew all too well as he pushed the door to be more ajar, allowing Trouble to run right back out.

“Hey it took me a fucking age to get him in here in the first place idiot!” You waved the bag of treats around animatedly making Bam narrow his brows.

“You keep cat treats in your room?”

You rolled your eyes. “Not the point.” Bam took this as his queue to push himself into your room despite your attempt to bar him.

“No, not tonight Bam.” You tried to avoid eye contact but he just kept pushing, closing the door behind him as you both spoke lowly.

“Come on. Jenn’s finally out of town for once.” You swallowed thickly at the mention of her name and Bam picked up on this.

“You’re not starting to feel all guilty now are you? You and Jenn don't even like each other!”

You shot Bam a nasty look. “We like each other!’

He simply scoffed. “Oh yeah like you even speak at all.”

“Well who’s fault is that, huh?!” Bam rolled his eyes and bit his lip.

“Don't get all mad at me tonight. Come on I know you want this.” He leaned closer to you, neck bent so your faces were close together, your breath hitching as you tried to delay the inevitable.

You folded your arms and looked him in the eyes, which certainly didn't help. God he looks sexy when he's needy. He wet his lips and took your wrist in his hand, leading your own down to his crotch, palm feeling the tent in his pants.

“Feel how bad I need you.”

You thought of a million things you could’ve said to him. Tell him to go jerk himself off, call Jenn if he needed to fuck that bad, even to just get the fuck out but none of those options seemed tempting. In fact the only thing you really wanted to give in to were his enticing lips, practically begging to be kissed. And that's what you did, crashing yours onto his. He always made it so you made the first move, probably some fucked up little game of his.

As much as you hated yourself for what you did, you always found yourself under him or on top of him, his lips on yours and hands clutching at every inch of your body whenever Jenn was out of the way. You always tried to keep your noises quiet, whimpering into his mouth or biting down on your hand but you could never be silent enough, the guys giving you awkward side glances each morning after, no matter how hard you tried to hide it, they knew. You hated how their eyes bored into you, feeling the judgement sink into your skin even if they were as much your friends as they were Bam’s. But you’d much prefer judgement over the dreaded... pity.

Pity. Fuck pity. It’s not like you’re not complicit in what you and Bam would do, it was your fuck up too, not just his. You resented the fact you might be viewed as a poor little damsel, the other woman, the one waiting on Bam’s knock on your door like your prince charming had finally arrived. You wanted to fuck him too, not just be fucked. You were getting something out of this whole deal as well, or so you told yourself.

That night it was rather quick, no stretched-out foreplay just him inside of you in a matter of minutes. You were conscious of the fact that with each thrust of Bam’s hips, your headboard would lightly hit against your wall, the wall of which you shared with Ryan. Already your head was swarming with imaginings of the looks he would give you in a couple hours, your cheeks now burning from something other than your impending orgasm. You shoved your face down in the pillows to muffle the sounds of your moans as you reached your big finish, Bam’s hands holding your hips with force as he continued to plow into you. Your tightening around Bam lead to his increasing moans and even tighter grip on your waist, thumb pushing into the flesh forcefully. With a final statement of “I’m gonna come.” Bam spilled into you, letting out a loud groan the others had to have heard.

After a few seconds of panting stillness, Bam removed himself from you and fell flat on his back beside you on the mattress, stuffing his dick back in his pants. You rested your head against his chest for as long as Bam deemed it necessary before he stood up and picked up his sweatpants, ready to head back to his room. He never spent the night, too afraid of the tenderness.

The next morning was about as awkward as you anticipated, a brooding silence falling upon the group as you ate the breakfast Ape kindly made for you all. Bam was always good at pretending nothing had happened and that everything was normal, you not so much. Your eyes were shifting all around the room to avoid Ryan’s gaze that kept falling onto you, much too embarrassed to address anything. When the others were distracted by something in the living room Ryan finally opened his mouth.

“Thin walls.” You felt the toast you had eaten get stuck in your throat. Sure you knew that they knew but this was really the first time it was being talked about in the open, the topic was unainomously agreed to be taboo, you figured. You swallowed the food and scratched the back of your head, still not looking Ryan in the eyes.

“Not like I’m proud of it.” You started chewing the skin off of your lips, a nervous habit. You felt Ryan move his chair closer before he spoke your name in a low drawl. That's what forced you to make eye contact. His eyes weren’t cold and judgy but appeared soft, almost too soft.

“Don't go around pitying me. I know it’s fucked up, I’m not being used.” You spat, a little more harsh than you intended. Ryan just tilted his head.

“Oh yeah? He comes to you for no reason at all then, just your company?” Tough fucking love. You knew deep down Ry was right, that Bam was using you for sex and nothing more. You weren't even sure if you were doing it for a rush or for sex but it wasn’t because you loved him or anything, you didn’t. Even still it was easier to act angry than actually call out the truth.

“Fuck off Ryan. It’s none of your business.” You scowled, shoving your chair back and standing up, ready to go off in a huff.

“Stop doing it to yourself.” You rolled your eyes at Ryan's words.

“I don't need your sympathy.” And with that you were off to your room, ready to sulk for the day.

Over the next month or so you dwelled on the thoughts Ryan’s snarky comments brought up. “Why do you do it?” The question stuck in your brain like gum in your hair, bothersome and stubborn to get out. It wasn't until the night Jenn got home after a particularly long period away that it dawned on you. That night your bed felt so empty and your body so cold and untouched. You needed the warmth, the body, the feeling. When Jenn was around you were practically ignored and so you longed desperately for Bam to notice you, to talk to you, to touch you. You didn't want him, you wanted the thing he gave to you that you didn't get very often. Attention.

Jenn and Bam were fighting more often now, you knew this not just from the sounds of yelling and smashing coming from their room but because the knocks were becoming more frequent and your sex even rougher. He used you to take out his anger, tight grip in your hair and hand over your throat, tightening with each thrust. He enjoyed the fact you let him do whatever he wanted to you, that you weren’t like Jenn, kicking up a fuss at every given opportunity. In fact you were obedient, opening your legs and presenting your mouth for fucking whenever he needed it. You liked the feeling of being needed, that Bam wanted you. However those emotions were often overshadowed by the fact you felt pathetic. Humiliated that you allowed yourself to be used so explicitly. Now your were beginning to pity yourself, the very thing you hated most.

After another night with Bam, Ryan’s eyes burned into you.

“Can you stop looking at me like that?” You muttered so only he could hear, the others talking and laughing loudly on the other side of the table. Ryan continued to stare, leaving you to glare at him.

“You deserve better.” He spoke and you scoffed.

“Can we stop with this? I’m an adult I can make my own decisions”

“Bam’s an asshole, just stop doing it to yourself.” You felt your face begin to burn, eyes flicking up to meet his, no pity in them anymore but they looked almost pleading.

“Why do you care so much?”

“Because I care about you.”

The words stuck around in the air for a while, unsure if you should respond or not. Ryan was sweet, he didn’t deserve the rude comments you were snapping back with, you were just too stubborn to admit he was right. You bit your lip, eyes meeting his. Then you got up and walked away, leaving Ryan at the table. Ryan had recently bought an apartment in West Chester and seemed to be spending more and more time there after that whole encounter. You weren’t sure if they were related or not but you didn’t want to think about that.

Jenn was away again and this night you and the crew went out, not something very unusual but Ryan skipped out. You didn't think much of it seeing as you didn’t see him too often anyways but a little part of you missed him, that wasn’t something you wanted to unpack today. Nevertheless you all ended up at Kildare’s, drinking beers and playing pool pretty horribly. It was you and Bam against Dico and Raab and the two of you were doing really badly but still having fun. You liked when you were just being normal together, talking and laughing and having a good time. That was until he got more touchy, hand resting on your lower back and guiding your body as you played. No matter how natural he made it seem you felt ashamed, embarrassed that the others were seeing you act like that right in front of their eyes. It didn’t seem all that bad when it was behind closed doors but it being opened up for them all to see? That's when you felt used, like this deal was no longer fun, that the shame was truly outweighing whatever attention you got.

After trying to avoid Bam the entire night his knuckles hit against your door once again after you all got home. You sighed, knowing that you'd have to shut him down for good now. Really for good.

“I can’t.” is all you said when you opened the door just a crack, trying to avoid his eyes. He didn’t listen, pushing your door open and letting himself in.

“Come on, don't be like that.” You shook your head, trying to swat away his hands that held your face.

“I can’t do this again Bam.’

“You say that every time.” Your stomach turned, you weren’t gonna let his blue eyes persuade you again.

“I mean it this time. I’m really done with this, it’s fucked up.” Bam rolled his eyes.

“Every time you say that and yet every time we do it. Can’t we just skip the whole moral thing tonight?” You glared at him, feeling utterly disgusted.

“You don't get it.”

Bam scoffed. “Get what?”

Your cheeks burned red. “They don’t look at you like they look at me.”

Bam looked confused. “What the hell are you talking about?”

You felt you eyes begin to well up, pushing Bam’s arms off of you. “The guys. it’s humiliating.” Bam looked at you like a mad woman.

‘”I don't want to be your other woman anymore. The girl you fuck when you’re bored.” Bam scoffed again.

“Are you serious? That was the whole fucking deal! Don’t act like you’re not getting anything out of this either.”

“Really Bam? Tell me what I’m getting out of this then!” Bam tried to hush you which just angered you even more.

“Keep my voice down?! It’s not like they don’t know anyways!” You yelled, Bam gritting his teeth together.

“What the hell is the matter with you, huh?! Why now? Why is this suddenly a problem now?!” You contemplated for a moment as the tears continued to fall.

“Ryan was right, you are an asshole.” You could’ve picked anything Ryan had said to you right then, but you just said the thing you knew would hurt him the most. And with that you grabbed your car keys and ran out of Castle Bam with Bam shouting down at you to wait but you didn’t listen, clambering into your car and speeding off. Your brain was hardly working then, too many thoughts circulating around to even consider what you were doing until you were outside Ryan's apartment, banging on the door in just a baggy t shirt and shorts.

When the door opened your body acted before your mind did, flinging yourself on the unsuspecting man and kissing him with such force. Once he realised what had happened his hands held your hips as he kissed you back, walking backwards to let you in. He shut the door behind you and pushed you into it, your kiss becoming more and more heated.

“Sorry for being an asshole.” You murmured against his lips, pulling away just to say it. “You were right.”

He laughed, his beard rubbing against your chin.

“Been waiting for you to say that.” You pulled away and grinned at him, removing your shirt in one swift move, leaving yourself in just a bra and skimpy shorts.

“Been waiting on a lot of things I bet.” Ryan grinned and bit his lip at your forwardness, nodding as his hands roamed down to grab at your ass, moving you both to his bedroom. You continued to kiss as you pulled Ryan’s shirt over his head as well, sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking your shorts off while Ryan shimmied off his own pants.

“So what changed?” Ry asked, moving you onto your back as he started to kiss down your neck, fingers already working at unclasping your bra.

“Don't know.” You giggled as the pecks moving down to your collarbone tickled your skin.

“Maybe I missed you more than I missed him.” Ryan smiled up at you at that, fingers sliding under the band of your panties at your hips. Your breath hitched as his lips made it to your tummy, kissing you softly.

“Is this okay?” He whispered against your skin and you nodded, granting him permission to pull your panties down. His own breath hitched as he saw you completely exposed for him, not because he could do whatever he wanted to you but because he could finally make you feel good. He started littering kisses on the inside of your thighs, wet hot ones. Your heart continued to beat steadily fast the closer his lips got to your heat, your back arching once he finally reached that place. He planted a kiss on your clit before moving down to your centre, hiking up your leg so it went down his back as he drove straight in. Your moans increased in volume the longer he went on and the faster he got, tongue moving in and out of you.

You shifted around the place, bucking up into his face and hand finding itself gripping his hair. That's when his hand moved up and began rubbing circles in your clit as he tongue-fucked you. He looked up at you and god were you a sight for sore eyes. Your cheeks were a splotchy red and your hair was splayed out, bare chest rising and falling as your features contorted with pleasure, sweet noises and whimpers leaving your parted lips. Ry felt himself grow hard as he observed the way you looked when he was giving you that pleasure, blissed out and needy. He continued at it, this time sucking at your clit as his fingers moved in and out of you, your moans only getting louder.

“Fuck Ry, I’m close.” You moaned out, fingers tightening their hold on Ry’s hair. He didn’t respond, only moving faster and faster until eventually you finished on his fingers, his tongue replacing those as he sloppily made out with your core. It took you pushing his head away to avoid overstimulation for him to pull away, lips glistening with your slick. He smiled as he licked his lips, wiping them with the back of his hand and crawling up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself from his tongue.

“Where the fuck did you learn that?!” You laughed against his mouth, hands resting on his cheeks.

“I’m a good listener.” He grinned stupidly back, lips moving back to kiss you as your hands drifted down to pull his dick out. It wasn’t long until he had his boxers kicked off and on the floor and his cock in your hand, pumping him slowly, your lips still touching. You arched your back and brought your arm up to rub circles into Ry’s jaw, encouraging him to enter you. You winced as he did, the pain just a little intense but his soothing hand on your waist made it bearable.

“You okay?” Ryan whispered and you nodded, holding his face and kissing him until he began to move. He was a lot slower and gentler than you thought he’d be, his scruffy beard and persona didn’t ring true all the time you supposed. Soon enough Ry’s pace quickened as he nipped at your neck, your fingers threading through his hair, moaning into his ear. You could feel his thumb press harder into the flesh of your waist as he lifted himself up from your neck, hips snapping forward. He pushed some hair off of your face as he continued to fuck you and the look he gave you could’ve made you come right then and there. His cheeks were flushed as well as yours and his hair was all messed up from your hands and his eyes were almost completely blown out, looking down at you like you were the only girl in the world. You lifted your head up to kiss him but it was more like lips touching as you whimpered and moaned into his mouth.

After a few more thrusts you felt yourself inch closer and closer to the edge, moans getting louder the closer you got.

“I’m close Ry.” You whispered, kissing him right after you said it. He didn't respond, only going faster, determined to make you finish and he certainly succeeded. Your legs began to shake as you came, the orgasm washing over your entire body as you threw your head back, mouth hanging open and eyes shut tightly. Ryan thrusted a couple more times before pulling out and finishing on your stomach, his cum painting your skin as you settled.

Before you could even move Ryan was already up fetching a towel to wipe you down, dragging it across your heat gently as well as your tummy. You sat up on your elbows as you observed Ry struggling to put his boxers back on. Once he finally succeeded, he turned to face you, smiling like a schoolgirl when he saw you all splayed out for him.

“Been a while since a pretty naked girl has been on my bed.” He giggled, clambering into bed beside you and pulling you to lie on his chest. You grinned too as he played with your hair.

“All this time I’ve been fucking the wrong guy.”

‘Well I could’ve told you that.”

End.

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gabessquishytum · 2 years

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Let me tell y'all about the silly obikin au I will never have time to write

Obi-Wan is an osteopath, mostly doing cranial work (basically using very gentle touch and massage to work with tension and tissue in the body). He inherited a private practice from Qui-Gon and he's well known for being very gentle and talking about his garden while he works

Anakin used to be a popular and talented open wheel racing car driver until he had a life changing crash, lost his arm and his career and had to fall back on being a mechanic. He still experiences a lot of pain throughout his body from the accident

Padmé basically forces Anakin through Obi-Wan's door to get some treatment. (Padmé and Obi have known each other forever, she sometimes comes to him after a really stressful time at work)

Anakin is skeptical. To say the least. He doesn't get how some dude fiddling with his neck is going to help him feel any better, and he says so. Obi-Wan thinks he's hilarious

They spend about 300 years talking about Anakin's various injuries and pain and Obi-Wan is so sweet and makes so many notes in his completely unreadable handwriting

Anakin lies down on the bed thing, and Obi-Wan sits behind him and just. Holds Anakin's head in his hands?? For 10 minutes?? While talking about soil composition?? Anikin is starting to think that this is an elaborate prank.

THEN Obi-Wan asks Anakin to lift up his butt, and puts his hand right there!!! Anakin is lying with his ass on Obi-Wan's hand!!!! He doesn't know why he's blushing so hard, but this time he can see the concentration on Obi-Wan's face and he's just... very pretty

Anakin was expecting a lot more pulling and pushing of his joints but Obi-Wan is just gentle. His hands are so big. Anakin is a MESS

After the appointment Obi-Wan warns Anakin that he might feel some discomfort tomorrow, which Anakin is pretty sure is a joke because come on. Obi-Wan barely touched him!

It is not a joke

Anakin is dying

Obi-Wan has performed some kind of dark wizardry on him

Anakin texts Padmé a combination of his favourite swear words, and she's just like 'lol he did warn you'

But the day after is the most pain free day Anakin has had in years. All the tension has melted out of him. He walks around smiling. Rex and Cody are, what's up with this dude, where's the King of Assholes gone?

Anakin is thinking about Obi-Wan's hands. A lot. Maybe also dreaming about them. It's not a big deal. He books another appointment

Meanwhile Obi-Wan is having a personal and professional crisis because his crush on the grumpy ex racing driver is starting to get out of control. Sue him, Anakin has the nicest ass in town!

Please don't sue him

Queue several months of a very touch-starved Anakin pining after Obi-Wan and his beautiful, beautiful hands. Padmé starts to regret introducing the two of them. They're both unbearable idiots

Obi-Wan has another professional crisis and nearly kisses Anakin while adjusting one of the joints in his back

Anakin thinks Obi-Wan was just concentrating really hard and got a bit too close

Will they ever get their shit together? Not until Padmé personally locks them in Obi-Wan's supply closet

It's a lot more than 7 minutes in heaven. Anakin needs his back adjusting all over again afterwards. And he needs to find a new osteopath, because Obi-Wan insists that Anakin can't be his boyfriend AND his client ;D

#sw #sw: owk #sw: obi wan kenobi #sw:cw #obikin #obi wan kenobi #sw anakin #obi wan x anakin

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daechwitatamic · 7 months

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Its been xx months maybe over a year? since you completed What Was Hidden and I still regularly wonder what Taes thoughts were when he spoke with oc on st Patricks day.

Ykw anon it will be one year in November and I freaking miss them so here you go.

Below the cut – NSFW (but not explicit so don’t come in here expecting smut lol) no minors, Taehyung’s POV of the St. Patrick’s Day party in Chapter 14 of What Was Hidden. Probably this cannot stand alone without reading the series.

Warnings include alcohol consumption, cursing, vague references to Tae’s car crash, kissing and implied sex, angst. unedited so if you see a typo lemme know.

WC: 1700

(banner by @itaeewon)

Sure of It - Tae POV # 7

“I’ll never look back and think maybe I didn’t love her.”

That’s what Taehyung had told you, months ago, before everything fell apart.

And he stands by it, even on the days he’s sure he hates you.

He was sure he hated you when your silence had let him down, was sure of it when he blocked you on insta, was sure of it when he saw you on campus and felt acid roil behind his bellybutton.

He was sure of it when you’d flirted with that idiot right in front of him, was sure of it when he’d called you a coward, was sure of it when you’d lied straight to his face and claimed you didn’t want him.

He hated you. He hates you.

He’s just waiting for time to do its thing and take the sting from it, the same way time slowly took the intensity from his flashbacks and nightmares.

He does what he can to distract himself, in the meantime. That’s what he’s doing on St. Patrick’s Day weekend – distracting himself, one shotglass at a time.

He’s never understood why his hyungs go so big for an Irish holiday – for Yoongi, he thinks it’s a bit ironic, just for a laugh. But Taehyung thinks Jin actually really likes the holiday for whatever reason, and so he finds himself in his packed living room sometime after midnight, awash in green lighting, noticing an ass in a tight green dress.

He knows that ass.

He knows that ass well.

(He misses that ass. But that might be tequila talking.)

He stands at the edge of the dancefloor, hovering between the kitchen and the stairs, and watches you dance with Bridget.

For a second, he doesn’t hate you. For a second, the slanted funhouse he’s lived in since he walked away from you rights itself, and he stands on even footing.

Then the beat changes up and your eyes meet his across the dancefloor, going wide with recognition. He clutches his sweating beer bottle tightly and watches as something hard slides over your face. You down your drink, sending the bottom of the red plastic cup skyward, and turn your back to him.

Move, Taehyung thinks to himself, move before she turns around and you’re still standing here like a fucking clown.

His feet obey, and he makes his way to the basement. He feels like it’s a good idea to be on a different floor of the house than you, if only for self-preservation.

He knows himself well enough to know that his mood is written all over his face. Seeing you unleashed all of it, as it always does. It leaves him as spinning and shattered as the sedan he’d steered into hell over a year ago.

It’s how he knows he loved you, loves you, though. Because when he sees you – whether it’s across campus or across his crowded house – the hating you gets quieter.

Everything else – the stuff he’s been distracting himself from, trying to drown out the sound of – gets louder. Like the fact that you look miserable, even when you’re laughing at something Bridget says. Like the fact that when your eyes catch his, there’s always a flash of something before you seem to shove it down. Like the fact that his heart leaps when he hears your voice, even when he knows it’s stupid. Like the fact that he loves you, loves you, even now – would do anything for you, would climb any mountain if you just said the word.

He's a world-class fool. But the heart wants what it wants, or something.

He expects it to be Jimin who clocks his mood and heads over, but somehow he finds himself standing near the pong tables and it’s Jungkook who sidles up.

“What’s wrong?” the younger man asks, and Taehyung looks at him, surprised. They’d argued less than two hours ago; Jungkook had slammed his bedroom door in Taehyung’s face.

It reminds Taehyung that their friendship existed before, and there’s hope for it still.

“She’s upstairs,” he says flatly. He knows that’s enough.

Jungkook grimaces. “You gonna talk to her? Or you gonna hide down here?”

“I’m not hiding,” Taehyung snaps, but he is and they both know it.

Jungkook shrugs, unbothered. He sips at his beer, scans the room. Taehyung waits. He’s known Jungkook long enough to know he should wait.

“You think she’s sorry?” he asks finally, and the question surprises Taehyung so much that he drops the bravado and fully turns to face his friend, eyes wide.

“Sorry about what?” he manages. He really means, sorry about which part, but he thinks Jungkook understands.

Jungkook shrugged. “Whatever happened first. If you can forgive the first transgression… the rest falls into place.”

Vocab, Taehyung thinks. Out loud, he scoffs. “Transgression. It wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t that clear cut.”

His words aren’t working right.

You’d know what he meant.

Jungkook shrugs again, lazy. “I’m just saying. Maybe she’s sorry and doesn’t know how to say so.”

You had apologized, Taehyung remembers, sipping at his own drink. He’d been too mad to hear it, at the time. And then you’d gone radio silent, like he wasn’t even worth fighting for. Had looked him dead in the eyes and said, “I don’t want you.”

Were you sorry – about any of it?

The part of him that loves you whispers, of course she is.

The part of him that hates you whispers, she threw you away.

And the part of him that treads water somewhere in the middle wonders if any of it even fucking matters.

“I need some air,” he mutters, and heads for the stairs.

He wishes he could go back in time and never trip over you on these fucking stairs. Then maybe his heart wouldn’t be cracked and splintered, maybe his head wouldn’t be spinning in confused circles.

He hates you, he hates you, he hates you.

He heads for the kitchen, ducking around bodies and drinks held aloft, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

He freezes halfway across the kitchen, his gaze snagging on the window above the sink. You’re out back, alone, leaning against the railing, your head hanging towards the plastic cup you’re dangling over the railing.

He hates you, but his heart tugs.

It’s how he knows he loves you, even when he hates you. Because he can tell by your fucking shoulders that you’re not okay. Because noticing that makes his stomach hurt, makes his hands itch, makes his ribs tight.

He slips outside, closing the door gently and making his way over to you. He leans his elbow on the wood, mirroring you.

He hates you, but he loves you, so he has to check on you. He doesn’t have a choice.

“You okay?” he asks. It’s a dumb question. Neither of you are. You’re both casualties of each other.

“The fuck do you care?” you snap, and Taehyung breaks. He clutches the railing with one hand, turning to face you, every muscle quivering in his fight against his instincts, which scream hold her, hold her, hold her!

Because that? The hatred, the anger? That’s not you, and he knows it. Like looking in a mirror, Taehyung sees it for what it is: a façade, hiding the hurt. It makes him both ache for you, and furious with you.

How dare you make him want to make it better?

He doesn’t touch you, but he does say your name, just once, quietly.

He watches you take a breath, watches as you struggle to get it together. “Go inside,” you say finally. “Go have fun. I’m fine. I just wanted to cool down.”

Liar.

He steps back towards the house, and your body follows, turning so you can keep watching him. He loves you and he hates you, and they are at war inside him, and he had probably three too many shots earlier, and that dress is a sin on you and –

“I know this sucks,” he says, surprising himself. His mouth took over while his head spiraled. But he presses on. “It’s hard for me, too, you know.”

You laugh, and that’s the moment Taehyung knows how this is going to go. There’s something in your stance, in that sarcastic ha, that feels like a challenge. Like you’re daring him to cross a line, and he’s ready to leap.

“I know it’s hard for you, Taehyung,” you say, voice dripping with attitude. “I get it. I’m the bitch that broke your heart. You don’t have to remind me.”

He stares at you and wonders if anyone had let you grieve, when it ended. He wonders if there’s anyone you let inside your walls, where he used to be, to see that you aren’t fine.

He wonders if you’d let him kiss you, if he tried.

That dress is fucking with him.

“Don’t do that,” he says.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t try to make me feel bad for you when I’m angry with you.”

“Be mad then,” you snap, like you’re over it, exasperated. “Go for it. If you want to hate me, hate me.”

He does.

He could never.

He steps closer.

“That’s not what I want,” he admits, voice low.

He loves you. He’ll prove it.

Your body language shifts; he knows the green light when he sees it, he was with you long enough. “What do you want, then?” You demand it like you already know the answer.

You probably do.

He won’t look back and wonder if he loved you. He knows he does. He’s sure of it when he presses you against the deck railing and kisses you again, stomach swooping with joy. He’s sure of it when you follow him upstairs, when you cling to him and breathe his name in the dark. He’s sure of it when he falls asleep with his face buried in your neck, his arm around your waist.

And though his heart breaks impossibly, new cracks forming right beside the old, he’s sure of it even when he wakes up to find you gone, his sheets cold, the room silent and still.

It wouldn’t hurt this bad if he didn’t.

#bts x reader #taehyung angst #taehyung x reader #taehyung fic #taehyung fanfic #bts fanfic #bts fic #taehyung romance #taehyung x you #kim taehyung fic #kim taehyung fanfic #fic: what was hidden #surprise! lol

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call-memissbrightside · 2 years

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I can’t get right where I left you by Taylor Swift out of my head lol so here’s this angst garbage. TW: Cheating

Katsuki Bakugou, your ex, brags about his new girlfriend at a dinner you stupidly agreed to attend in hopes to get closure.

Every praise feels like a knife in your heart, and you have to swallow glass after glass of water to stop from crying.

“Why am I here?” You finally ask, stopping the blonde from his ruthless attack on how his new woman is so successful, hot, sexy, thoughtful, and did I say hot? Katsuki blinks slowly, almost like he’s finally realized you were there.

He waves down the waiter, orders a bottle of champagne, checks his phone and smiles at whoever messaged him before looking at you again.

“I’m getting married,” Katsuki said simply.

“Congrats,” You whisper, nails biting into the red dress you wore in hopes that he would like it. You’re such a fucking idiot.

Katsuki leans back into his seat, smiling like a love-sick dog.

“Why am I here though?” You asked again, because there is no way in hell that Katsuki Bakugou would invite you for dinner after a year of no talking after your breakup to just rub it in your face that he moved on while you still dream about him.

“I-,” He leans over the table to hold your shaky hand. “We want you to be there.”

You want to pull away, scream, break the shiny silverware of the restaurant that’s too expensive for you but just average for Bakugou.

“What?” You feel like your head it about to explode. You can’t look at him anymore.

“Look (Y/N), before you and me were a thing, you and Ochako were best friends. She misses you and it would mean to world to her if you just put behind what happened and be there for us,” Katsuki said.

You laughed. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Katsuki’s smile turns into a familiar scowl, one that you used to try so hard to change but now you didn’t care.

“You want me to just forget that my best friend was fucking my boyfriend?” Your voice is louder, and you flinch when Katsuki glares.

“I loved you Katsuki, what the fuck?” Something in you snapped and the waterworks came crashing down.

“We were engaged!” The whole restaurant was deathly quiet.

Katsuki bolts from the table, grabbing your arm and dragging you outside.

“Fuck you!” You punch his arms with all your might but it does nothing to the hero. Katsuki lets you go after walking a good distance away from people, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Did you give her the ring that you proposed to me with? Is that why you wanted it back so badly?” You couldn’t stop. Your eyes catch at the blush rising on Katsuki’s cheeks. He really was an asshole.

“Would you get over it? Why can’t you just be happy for us?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes when you openly begin to sob.

“Why should I?” You glare at him through your blurry tears.

“You want to paint me as the bad guy, but you were the one that ruined us,” You sob, hugging yourself. The god awful truth hit you like a train: Katsuki and Ochako were together and moving on and you were still here, in all your heartache.

“(Y/N),” Katsuki tries to hug you, his anger turning into sadness at seeing you so distraught. You slap his hands away, wiping at your face and taking a deep breath.

“I hope you’re happy Katsuki, really,” You whimper. “I can’t let it go, and you had no right to ask me to. You broke me.”

Katuski stumbles back, but tries again, “Please, I didn’t mean to.”

You laugh again, the sound so bitter and sad.

“It’s too late Katsuki,” You said.

Your knees shake as you turn and walk away from Katsuki Bakugou for the second time in your life. Just like before, you hope and pray that he runs after you.

He doesn’t.

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alsofortheb0ys · 7 months

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I love angst and Homelander so I really wanted to write a series on it! I'm very sorry my writing is not very good cause English is hard and I'm not really used to writing long fics but I want to start so I'm sorry if it cuts off weirds. Also I didn't proofread so lol :) ENJOY!

Homelander never felt right. Like something was missing.

Well, there was so many things missing. Parents, family, childhood, normalcy, companionship, love.

Nothing could fill the feeling of gnawing emptiness.

There were moments that made him forget. But they were just that: calm for a moment.

Sex filled the void but once a quick high faded the emptiness returned. Deep down he knew that sex didn't mean love. That people slept with either cause they were too scared to say no or they did it to manipulate him.

Fame gave him a sense of worth but knew that his fans only loved his superficial self. They wouldn't love him if they knew how he truly was. Homelander wasn't a complete idiot, he knew he had done things that most would consider morally wrong.

Their cheers drowned out the feelings of painful lonely but once again it was short lived.

Scrolling through social media and seeing the outstanding amounts of praising comments made his happiness sky rocket but once he saw the single hate comments made it crash straight to the ground.

You did nothing wrong be wanted to be treated with love.

The human part of himself speaks. The other part, the one in the mirror calls him a child. Calls him needy.

You're weak. A pathetic excuse.

It whispers.

It's love that makes him weak.

He promised himself to get rid of the burdensome dreams of belonging but most nights he laid awake in his cold bed in his characterless room that felt more like a prison that his home. There was no decorations to his taste. Just an overwhelming coldness.

He layed tears streaming down his face. The other him looks down in disgust from the mirror above his bed that was too large for just him.

Again with the crying. It gets you NOWHERE!

Homelander wishes he were like the man in the mirror, so numb to the pain. No tears ever touched his face. No emptiness that rips through his heart. No loneliness overtook him.

No part to feel human.

Homelander remembers when in a moment of weakness, he brought up to the Madelyn how he felt alone. She tried easing his mind by telling him that he was a god. That he had the whole of his devoted followers, Vought and her surrounding him.

Gods weren't lonely.

She than precedes to give him the quickest handjob he's ever had.

Once Homelander's head cleared he was all but he wasn't assured. That their love was only so deep. Sex, manipulation, control.

To try his best to achieve that, Homelander shoved every crippling emotion as deep down as he could.

Till it came back just to overwhelm him. To combat those feelings his brain would just shut off, making him numb. So numb, he'd sometimes blank. His memories fuzzy.

He always made the worse decisions when it happened. It was when he killed Madelyn or when he made that girl jump off a roof after he found out Stormfront took her own left.

Homelander, for the most part liked feeling the numbness. Made him feel nothing and that meant no pain. No loneliness. No anger.

Absolutely nothing.

But part of him had fear of what he could do if he blanked. He had no one he really cared for after Madelyn and Stormfront died so he had no one to worry about hurting.

Well, all but one person.

Ryan, his precious son.

Once, Homelander was sitting with Ryan by his side building a new Lego Star Wars set. He was happy just talking with him and enjoying their father son time.

Homelander became so overwhelmed thinking how his life would have been if Soldier Boy had been in his life. Would he have love him that same as Homelander did for Ryan?

Homelander's chest tightened. His breathing labored.

His mind went dark and the next thing he remembers is standing in an alley covered in blood but no bodies to be found. Fearing he had hurt Ryan, he flew quickly to Vought tower.

He felt his eyes prick up with tears and did nothing to stop them.

You hurt him didn't you?

The other him spoke.

Homelander flew as fast as he ever did but it was like time stopped.

As he step into his apartment, Homelander's heart beat quickened even more.

No sign of blood and he didn't smell any. Only the blood on his now soaked uniform. He quickly used his x-ray vision to scan the large floorplan.

Homelander breathed a sign of relief, seeing Ryan asleep in his bed. His chest slowly falling up and down, no signs of injury on him.

Homelander was unsure how his son was put to bed but at the moment it was the least of his cares.

He entered in Ryan's room, crying even more now just knowing he's safe. Homelander gentlely pulled the sleeping boy into his arms and into his lap.

Though Homelander was careful not to wake him, Ryan awoke to the sudden movement and the sound of his father sobbing.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, buddy. Dad loves you, you know that?"

Homelander let out a weak sob as his touched his son's cheek, double checking he didn't hurt him.

Though Ryan was confused, he saw the fear in his father's eyes and said nothing, only pulling him into a hug.

"I do. And I love you, dad."

With that Homelander began to sob even farther and soon crying himself to sleep with Ryan still in his arms.

The night Homelander fell asleep to a feeling that felt so unfamiliar. That time he let himself feel loved.

He knew it the feeling would fade in the morning but for now he let Ryan's steady breathing calm his mind.

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yonduismarrypoppins · 2 years

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His primary motivation

Summary: You are Jacks primary motivation.

Photos aren’t mine, credit to og owners

Warnings: overuse of commas, shitty grammar, overload of fluff with a slight bit of angst, mentions of emotional abuse, mentions of emotional neglect, a glass is broken and not-so-idiotic idiots in love

A/n: I just had a really cute dream about 2018!Jack and a best friends to lovers and Urban x best friend!reader so I guess this is a blurb (lies, I very much fleshed out the story) based on that. This is the first time I’m writing anything with intent to post it so be gentle, this was written in my notes app minutes after I woke up from the dream. I based the parents off of my parents the nickname is the one my mom made for me because of my obsession with ladybugs as a kid, lol. I hope you enjoy!

I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO REPOST OR TRANSLATE AND REPOST, THIS IS MY WRITING!

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MAKING THIS 18+ CONTENT. MOVE ON MINOR.

Jack was having a get-together at his place to celebrate the release of his album ‘Loose’. You were sat on a couch with Jack on the far end, Urban right next to him with his arm around you when you got a text from your parents telling you to leave in 15 minutes and that they’d be outside in five.

“Your parents are just small minded, they don’t understand how we can be so different and close to each other.” Jack always said that to assure you that you we’re making the right decisions in life and it always worked.

You broke your train of thought at the sound of a glass breaking in the kitchen, immediately you got up to make sure that whoever was cleaning didn’t hurt themselves. Suddenly you felt a grip on your wrist that forced you to turn around. “Where are you going?” Jack said with a small pout on his face “I’m going to go help clean up.” You quickly bent down to give him a peck on the head, he released your arm and then you left for the kitchen.

As you were finishing helping Sunni safely clean up the glass you got another text from your father telling you he was outside and you needed to leave, now.

You quickly speed walked to the front dodging beer cans and food containers and grabbed your coat and your bag.

“Where are you going.” You heard Urban ask. You turned slightly towards him “I’m sorry I have to go, c,mere.” You held out your arms and he all but crashed into your chest. “Thank you for coming and helping Sunni out.” “No problem.” You broke the embrace and gave Urban a lingering kiss on his forehead, a common sight in your goodbyes, something you got from your mother. You pushed the glasses he was wearing ‘for fashion reasons’, his words not yours, up his nose, he giggled a little before you spoke again “I love you.” “I love you too.” Urban replied sweetly.

You separated completely and walked out the door, you spotted your parents car across the street in front of a house with a ‘for sale’ sign on the yard. Before you made it to the car you heard a screen door open and shut quickly making you turn around. You saw Jack speeding towards you, you quickly began to move at the same pace towards him crashing into each other with a warm embrace when you finally caught up with each other.

“Were you really going to leave without saying goodbye?” You moved away from his chest, still holding onto each other “I texted you” “You know damn well a text ain’t enough for me.” “Yes, yes I do.” After a minute you pushed at his chest to separate. “Oh so now your pushing me?” He pushed at your chest “Yep.” You playfully went back and forth eventually starting to walk backwards with Jack. All of a sudden you were in the grass next to the concrete walking-path.

You and Jack took a moment to laugh at the action before he lifted you up. “My Prince Charming.” “Always”.

There was a moment of silence when you swore that yours and Jacks hearts were beating at the same erratic pace. You both leaned in slowly waiting for the other to end your joint suffering, when your lips grazed a loud ‘HONK’ startled you apart. The headlights of your parents car were on and you could see them inside, the same stern expressions they always wore.

“I’m sorry.” You tilted your head down in embarrassment. “Don’t apologize for your parents.” Jack pulled you into a sweet embrace, “I love you, you know that?” “Yea, I love you too, and stop worrying about your album, it’s perfect.” “Thank you ladybug.”

Your face heated at the nickname he gave you after the first time you meet in pre-k when he pulled a ladybug out of your hair.

You took a step back from Jack, looking in his eyes in a way that told him exactly how you felt about your almost kiss. “Bye, Jack-Jack.” “Bye, ladybug.” Jack watched as you walked to your parents black suv, you turned around to open your door, you waved and he waved back with a knowing grin. You turned back around and finally got in the car.

As your father pulled away you stared at Jack in the driveway for as long as possible, until you couldn’t see him anymore. “Do you understand what could happen if you keep staying out this late? Do you?” Not realizing you tuned out another one of your parents famous lectures you responded quickly, “Yes sir.”

Jack stood outside until he couldn’t see your car, not because he didn’t want to go inside but because he wishes he never let you get into that car. He knew of the emotional abuse and neglect that you suffered at the hands of your parents, he had to watch you suffer the consequences. Helping you with your anxiety attack before your valedictorian speech at graduation and realizing that this was the only time he had ever seen your father with anything compared to a smile. Your mother had the same scowl on her face, no doubt coming up with ways to pick at your looks.

Jack didn’t know if you knew exactly how much he cared about you. He guessed you didn’t because if he did you’d know that his motivation to become a rapper wasn’t to meet his idols, get girls or be famous. It was to get you away from your parents and give you the life you deserve.

You were his primary motivation.

Ps: I searched ‘Lovecore’ Google for my header image, link; https://www.pinterest.com/pin/795026140454378645/

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagines #leo writes again

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tatakaetime07 · 2 years

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˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚jealousy,jealousy e.m

A/n:This is my first fic so I'm very sry if its crappy lol,just wanted to write some Eddie fluff,also this is set a bit after Season 4 and basically nothing has happened sooo

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gn!Reader!Platonic!

Summary: When your best friend Eddie Munson and you end up going to a party he gets a little jealous and you learn of new insecurities(sry if this is a bad summary I tried💀)

Warnings:Angst that ends with fluff,slight cursing,alchohol usage,a bit ooc lol

Word count-1.1k

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You wondered how you had gotten in such a predicament,you were currently laying in your bed cuddling your best friend Eddie Munson.How may you ask?Well a few hours before your best friend asked you to go with him to a party he had been invited too.

You were never really the partying type but this didn't happen a whole lot and you wanted to hang out with your friend.So you ended up going,but reallly just became a babysitter due to Eddie getting super drunk.And even though he drank a lot it didn't stop him from acting like an idiot.

Halfway through you and Eddie split up,you going and talking to some other friend while he was dared into a drinking contest with another senior named Jason.You rolled your eyes but be insisted he could handle it.So you left him and ended up having a relatively good time with your other friends,you even met a nice boy named Charlie.

He was cute and sweet so when he asked if you wanted to exchange number you silently jumped in excitement,but you suppose that's when it went a bit wrong.

As you found a piece of paper to write your number on you were stopped when two lanky arms coiled around your form in a possessive hold.You were about to shout but stopped when you noticed who the familiar figure was making you look up in shock.

You were met with a glaring Eddie who refused to stare back at you,instead keeping his gaze on the poor boy in front of you,no doubt scaring him,although he practically did that to everyone sober anyway.It was weird,his dark eyes were narrowed and his jaw clenched,you bad never seen him like that before.

You felt him drag you by the shoulders as he continued glaring daggers at Charlie.You looked over to the said boy and quickly began apologizing,telling him you'd find him later,but being rushed outside before you could finish.

Once outside on some balcony you quickly jumped out of Eddie's grasp.

"What was that for!?"You whisper-shouted to him with a furious look,seeing as there was some other couple that was inside but still near you.

They walked away,which is when you turned to Eddie once more,only then noticing how wobbly he was.You sighed.

"How many did you drink??"Referring to the bottles he'd been challenged to drink.

You heard him chuckle stupidly before holding up 5 his fingers.You stared at him incredulously before mentally slapping yourself on the head.

You were able to walk down the many stairs with Eddie practically dangling from your side.Once you got to your car you helped him into the passenger seat before getting in on your side.

A few minutes later you arrived at your house where your parents hadn't been at for the past week due to going on a business trip in California.Because of that you decided Eddie could crash at your place but only after calling his uncle.

After helping him onto your bed you slid his arm off your shoulder making him fall onto his back.He mumbled something incoherently as his eyes opened slightly.

"Oh sorry,I'll er,go get you some water."You whispered in a low tone as you went to walk away towards the kitchen.

You stopped for a moment when you felt a tug on the hem of your flannel shirt.You looked over your shoulder and chuckled.

"Don't leave meee."Eddie whined as he looked up to you with puppy eyes but you just rolled yours playfully.

"C'mon I'll be right back."He hesitantly let go as you were finally able to get what you need from your kitchen cabinets.You sorted through them,finding a migraine pill knowing his hangover would be nasty and some water.

You went back to your room as you set down the water and the pill on a shelf near your bed.

" 'Go to a party,' they said,'It'll be fun,' they said."You muttered as you put your hands on your hips,looking down at your friends groggy state,and who was seemingly asleep.

You decided you would just sneak back out into your living room and sleep on the couch.But of course,Eddie was relentless and yanked your arm causing you to fall on the bed beside him.

You felt him slightly move so he could cage you into a hug.

"Really?"He said nothing,just looking at you with a stupid smirk.

"Yeah,yeah,just don't hog the blankets."You huffed as he triumphantly chuckled and laid his head in top of yours,hiding a large smile.

"I'm so drunk right now."He whispered as he adjusted to a more comfortable position.

You chortled,"No,really?"

He gently hit his chin against your head making you wince,"Hey!"

He laughed as he nestled his face into your hair and breathed in the sweet scent of vanilla he always found comforting.

You both sat in a comfortable silence for a bit before it was interrupted with Eddie's tired voice.

"(Y/n)?"

You hummed in acknowledgement,melting into his touch as he gently caressed the back of your head.Playing with a strand of your hair.You could still smell the lingering scent of wood and beer,although that wasn't really unusal for him.

"I'm sorry."You turned to gaze at him,going on your side then facing him.

"Hm?For what?"You saw his face flash with a look of guilt.

"Uh..sorry for pulling you away from your er,friend."You stayed quiet as you suddenly remembered the little incident,having almost entirely for gotten about it,you really just shaved it up to Eddie just being a bit drunk but you supposed it was a tad more deep then that.

Without knowing in your silence you began to slightly worry your long haired friend,he was never really good with mushy stuff and he as afraid he would say something and mess up.

You were a bit surprised when he continued,"Its just..y'know ever since Chrissy died I feel like somehow my luck will worsen and something will happen and you'll disappear too,or maybe you'll find a way better friend who doesn't have these problems-"

Eddie stifled a small gasp as he felt you tighten the hug you were currently in,stopping him from his little ramble.You weren't really surprised drunk Eddie would get all defensive but now it made more sense,why he had been more weird about how you were being bullied,walking you home when you didn't have a ride.

You didn't really know Chrissy but you could tell she left an impact on your dear friend,and your heart ached for him.

"Oh Eds.."It was a nickname he usually hated but coming from you he didn't really mind,"I promise I won't leave,ever.And no one could be a better friend than you."

Your eyes slightly widened as you heard him sniffle dramatically."Are you..crying?"

"What?No."He denied quickly as he sniffled again,this time more real.You shook your head against his chest as you smiled lightly.

"Well just don't wipe your snot in me."He lightly hit his chin against yours once more as he pretended to wipe his nose on your hair.

"Ew,ew,ew,quit that!"You both laughed as he held you a bit tighter.Almost like if he were to let go you would disappear.

"Night kitty."He mumbled against your hair,you initially scoffed at the pet name but your heart still swelled.

"Night Eds."He chuckled before yawning,knowing he had nothing to worry about,knowing you would always stick together.

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tarisilmarwen · 9 months

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Rebels Rewatch: "Hera's Heroes"

*whispers* Is our favorite blue bastard back? Oh you betcha.

The episode title seems to be a reference to Hogan's Heroes, an old boomer-era TV show dark comedy sitcom about a P.O.W. camp in Nazi Germany.

...No listen, the charm is, I'm told, that the German officers are portrayed as bumbling idiots and the P.O.W.s basically run an entire clandestine resistance campaign right under their noses. So there are all kinds of shenanigans involved and a lot of taking the piss out of the Axis Powers and honestly some of it seems right in line with what kind of mischief the Rebels have been known to get into so the shoutout makes sense to me.

Anyway.

Cham and Numa return!

"The Empire is getting better at anticipating our moves!" Ha ha yeah he... he has a tendency to do that. It's a little scary sometimes.

Now taking bets on whether or not Thrawn showing up on Ryloth was premeditated in order to draw the Spectres out.

"My daughter is always serious." Lol, love how this joke comes back later.

This music cue is great, I love it. Lot of rapid build-up to the serious horn variation of "Shenanigans".

"You didn't think this through did you?" LOL love that awkward little noise the Scout Trooper makes, he's just like, "Oh..."

Zeb being a perfect big brother asking Ezra if he has the Scout Trooper set yet and knocking out the trooper awww.

Hugs! Lovely to see that Cham and Hera have repaired their relationship.

Yeeeeeeah I don't think it was Slavin that you underestimated, Cham. I think it's pretty heavily suggested it was actually Thrawn who ousted y'all from the house there.

Hera is a bit reluctant to include everyone in what's arguably a very personal and selfish mission but they're all for it, so into the fray we go.

I think I may have had a little mourning moment the first time I watched this, upon the realization that Ezra doesn't fit in his cadet uniform anymore.

Zeb nudging Kanan in the arm to let him know it's time to charge out. <333 And Sabine grabbing his wrist and keeping hold of it until they're both on the blurrg. See, little touches like this are great, just a nice subtle way of showing Kanan's blindness without calling direct attention to it.

Some really nice Hera and Ezra interaction this episode, I really liked that, they don't get to be on missions together much so this is refreshing.

Do we know if this is a reused asset from TCW? Looks almost too nice to be one lol.

:((((((

Droids can have PTSD apparently, Chopper is unusually sad about this crashed Y-wing, grieving his former pilot maybe?

*strains ears* This soft music-box like cue almost sounds like Leia's theme. It's too short and buried under the dialogue for me to tell and even Clone Gunner Commander Jedi doesn't have it extracted.

HHFHFHFFFFFHH FRICK.

The man can jumpscare me just walking into a room, gah.

"The Rebel activity is far from here." As Ezra and Hera are literally sneaking past them lol told you the reference to Hogan's Heroes was deliberate.

Oooh the harp in this cue, nice!

Chopper's finally over his drama in order to assist.

We return to Hera and co. after a brief setpiece back in the canyon and Chopper readily plays "malfunctioning droid" again for a distraction.

Hera smoothly slipping back into her Ryloth accent to try and deflect suspicion. <3

Ezra trying to at least stay next to her even if he can't break cover.

Thrawn already totally knows it's Hera.

Ohhhhh boy it's time for creepy Cultural Appropriation!Thrawn, with him analyzing the details of his opponents' culture and traditions in order to find ways to hurt and oppress them more effectively for the Empire.

Since he studied up on Twi'lek culture he knows what a kalikori is, and its significance. Therefore he knew immediately that someone trying to smuggle one out of the compound would have to have some kind of personal emotional connection to it. This kalikori was found in Cham Syndulla's office, ergo, family of Cham Syndulla. Ergo, obviously, Hera Syndulla, noted Rebel insurgent.

See I kind of like this method of showing Thrawn's "strategic art analysis", which was practically magic bullshit in the original Heir To The Empire trilogy. Thrawn comes across as brilliant but not OP here, instead.

By the way, "Thrawn's Web" is the perfect musical leitmotif for him. Creepy plinky music box notes giving way to slowly building cathedral organs, ominous and refined.

I almost feel like I need to take a shower after this exchange it's so freaking creepy. Thrawn almost exotifies Hera here, breathlessly gushing and envious about how she was "forged" by war, while he merely studies it from the outside.

Making Hera the primary rival/foil to Thrawn was a really inspired decision for Rebels, contrasting her passion to his apathy, her warmth to his cold sterility. The villainous respect he has for her makes their interactions cordial with a hostile edge.

Plus, with all his focus on Hera, identifying her as the primary threat, he completely misses all the Force Bullshit that Kanan and Ezra are capable of throwing at him lol.

After all, he repeats the idea, "To defeat an enemy you must know them." and as he later confesses to Ezra in the finale he doesn't know the Force.

(It's almost impossible for him to know, Palpatine has spent so much effort destroying and hoarding other Force disciplines. Way to screw yourself Palps.)

Worried spacemom when Thrawn stuns Ezra. <33333

:((((

Thrawn's picky insistence on using the "correct" pronunciation of Hera's name is also creepy.

Thrawn: "Really too bad you're probably gonna be executed immediately. Anyway I'm taking your family heirloom for my art collection, definitely not as some kind of sick trophy of my besting you noooooo not at all." Hera: "Kriff you, bastard!"

Thanking Hera for her "hospitality" when the Empire literally invaded and occupied her house, he's such an asshole. It's great. I love him.

Ngl, not gonna lie, really dig Feral!Thrawn. I have a thing about seeing normally calm, stoic characters just completely lose their shit and go berserk. ('s'why I took Thrawn through a slow Villainous Breakdown in my "Mirrorverse" series.) Even this brief loss of control is just *mwah*.

"What'd I miss?" He's so cute.

"And my daughter is not important?!" Awww, see, character growth!

Love this conversation, Ezra reassuring Hera that he doesn't regret coming along to support her on this.

Chopper running full tilt into Ezra lol.

Hera gave the murderbot permission to find and plant explosives, uh-oh, ha ha.

Caps that could easily be watercolor paintings number 337.

Slavin seems very confident and snooty. Something that becomes a pattern on the show is that Thrawn will let more incompetent underlings fail so he can learn more about the Rebels, will set them up to fail sometimes.

Also something I noticed before but this little moment reminded me, the Stormtroopers tend to be pretty rough with Ezra, they're always shoving at him or manhandling him for absolutely no reason, they're just petty.

Chopper laughing maniacally as he plants the detonators. <3

"You were serious?!" You're the one who said she was always serious my dude, lol.

Impressive move from Kanan, redirecting that rocket at the AT-DP.

You know I think maybe Thrawn likes the cat and mouse thrill, obviously he sacrifices smaller victories for eventual much larger ones but I also think he's just really into having a worthy opponent.

Preeeeeettyyyyyyyyyy.

Hera talking about how her mother's memory is kept alive via the love that Hera's Found Family shares, while Zeb is giving Ezra noogies in the background aaaaah I love it.

I think I remember wanting this episode to have been a little longer??? Not quite sure why I thought that now, maybe I just really wanted more of it at the time.

Thrawn gets his first personal up-close encounter with the Spectres and even if he's hands off about actually closing the trap on them this episode we can tell he's got major plans coming, and is factoring what he learned about Hera specifically into them for later. This did annoy certain fanbros who forgot that this was Thrawn's whole thing and decided it was Plot Armor because kids show but frankly I ignore those types of people and my fandom experience is better for it.

As I already said, love the Hera-Ezra interaction, love the music, this episode is honestly a bit laid-back and unassuming compared to the tense premiere and dramatic previous episodes. Lulls you into a false sense of security. Just like Thrawn. XD

I'll be talking more about him later, trust me, I have Opinions™.

#star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #rebels rewatch #liveblog #fair forwarning i tag any post in which i take the piss out of thrawn as:#dunking on the blue bastard #so if you're not here for that that's what you blacklist

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 75

Nord VPN again? So what ... oh gods no ... no, please don't sing, Sam. Please don't sing ... crap ... full-on Rodgers & Hammerstein ... we're in Hell ...

Laura: "Now I see why it took you so long for sound check."

No more announcements? Just straight into the game then ... big things are brewing then, clearly ...

First time in a little while we're jumping into COMPLETELY unknown waters ... so what now?

Wait, that was COLM?!!! Blimey, Sam ...

Ah yes, the Ashton Greymoore origin story ... how many superheroes are we gonna have on the party by the end, then?

Chetney's velvet jogging suit keeps him warm ... XD

No, no more jumping ...

"Flying is the best climbing" ... LOL

A tight warm crack ... I'm so glad Sam didn't pick up on the potential innuendo this time ...

Ashley rolls a Crit Fail ... of course she does ... Fearne: "I have no traction with my hooves!"

Low ceiling = much inconvenience ... so FCG turns himself into a lowrider ...

Oof ... this place is totally giving me flashbacks to The Descent ...

Slickshimmer oil? Oh yeah ... might come in handy ... and now Chetney's just making it weird ...

Oh yeah, she can just Wildshape ..

A lil snowbat ... awwwww ... yeah, she will be completely blind, but at least she can eccolocate ...

Oh, here we go then ...

Shit, it's a full blown drop further down ... but tight ... oh boy, this isgonna be problematic ... fuck, that's just it? Crap ...

IT JUST STOPS. So what now?

Bat sonar it, Fearne! Oh, it's just a blockage? Hmmmm ... so what do we do about it, then?

Orym tries to pry through ... pop! Oh crap ... here we go ... A CHARRED SKULL?!!! WTF? Laura (angrily): "Matthew!"

Claustrophobic Fearne forgetting she's currently a bat ...

Sam's fake teeth are still there ... Matt: "I hate it so much ... don't put it BACK!"

Crap ... whenever everybody has to keep doing individual checks it's such a worrying thing ...

The coins are melted onto the rock? That can't be good ... please tell me this isn't a fucking lava tube ...

DISASSEMBLE Letters? Really? Chetney is WAY too enthusiastic about that idea ...

Chetney: "Consent I all I need. I got a whole bag of tools." O.O

FCG ALMOST gets stuck ...

Great, now Imogen IS stuck by her ankle ... crap ... Matt: "This is my nightmare. That I'm inflicting on all of you." Damn it ... Marisha confirms this is most definitely a thing ...

Fuck this is getting worse all the time ... this really IS turning into The Descent ...

She takes her boots off and is FREE ... okay ... and now she's stuck on FCG ...

Good roll + bad roll = logjam ... of course it does ...

And now Letters is clanging down the passage like a ball bearing ... crap ... and he crashes right into Orym ... fuck ... now they're both FALLING ... crash! Ouch ... Orym (winded): "Take ... your foot ... out of my gooch ..."

Imogen drops hoping one or both will catch her ... phew! That was almost bad, but ultimately okay ...

Bones. A fuckload of bones ... charred and melted bones and other stuff ... and it's HOTTER in here ... crap ...

Flashes of intense heat ... please tell me there isn't a fucking DRAGON in here ...

Odd, unpredictable low vibration in the rock ... not a good sign, I'm sure ...

Black volcanic rock, and it's newer ... crap ... fresh lava flow, clearly ... DEFINITELY not a good sign ...

FCG casts Detect Magic ... ooh, magic ring ... cool ...

DO NOT go digging through the suspicious volcanic floor ...

Oh, they're doing this after all ... maybe let the others KNOW what you're doing first, guys?

Laudna is UNIMPRESSED with this plan. As she should be ...

Stoneshape ... gods this is DUMB ...

Just LIGHT? Please just be light ... and now it's hotter ... okay, so what's down there? DO NOT just fly down through there! Are you an idiot?

Literally the floor is lava ... yeah, I saw that coming ... XD

NOT a whole lake of lava ... oh, so there are CREATURES here ... imps? SERIOUSLY?!!!

Another communication about further plans ... Laudna: "Are you absolutely insane?!!"

A rock water slide to JUMP the lava? Are you SERIOUSLY considering this plan?

Ashton goes first and RAGES as he goes to try and widen the passage ... oh boy ... a Nat20? Really? Because he's an Earth Genasi AND a Titan this actually WORKS ...

Laudna is dislocating herself to fit through and then FORGETS to pop the joints back into place ... ye gods ...

Fearne is going to fly down and try to COMMUNICATE with the impish things ... right ...

This is a BUST ... yup ...

A whole load of chaos as they try to formulate a plan ... oh boy ...

Okay, here we go ... Ashton cracks the floor and NAT FAILS so the WHOLE THING just gives out ... crap ...

That was almost VERY hairy ...

No way out? Crap ... Travis: "We came down here for NO REASON."

Fearne tries to speak to them ... they're less freaked than just curious ... wow, they ARE cute, aren't they? :3

Oh wow, they're being BORN out of the lava blow ... wait, that one just DIED?!!! Already? Whoa ...

Who's the Elder? Oh, the one that just died ... of course ... another one: "I'M the new Elder!"

Oh, they KNOW about the Shard? Okay ...

Wait ... the Shard is IN the lava itself ... so what happens if they TAKE it?

They have no concept of time ... of course they don't ...

Elder: "Others have come and angered the Spark." Okay then ...

Ashton's going to try and touch the lava? Really?

This whole thing is like NINE FUCKING LEVELS OF SUPREMELY STUPID ...

Cue chants of "Rock! Rock! Rock!" Like in Galaxy Quest ... XD

Ray of Frost? Okay ... please don't trigger the explosion ...

Fuck, Ashton's going straight in ... wait, what ring? He needs to atune first ... aaaaagh ...

So he's flying over towards the bubble, then ... it's CALMING DOWN? Is this a good sign or really bad? And he's Raging now ... fuck, he's IN THE LAVA now? Oof ... ouch, this is gonna be SO NASTY ... an Investigation Check? RIGHT NOW?!!! 22? Wow ...

He HAS THE SHARD!!! Get the fuck out of there, man! 12 ... crap ... no joy? Imogen tries to communicate with him and just picks up a lot of cursing ...

Ashley: "This is so dumb ... I'm gonna jump in." O.O

FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!

I mean if ANYBODY could actually DO THIS ...

Telekinesis? Really? And Matt will actually allow it ... oh, nice roll ... Holy fuck this is actually working?

Go go go ... be strong, Ashton ... Nat20 for 28 total? Oh shit ... IT'S WORKING!!! IT'S ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKING!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Lava shower! Crap!

Ashton is FUCKING GLOWING ORANGE right now! Holy shit ...

Oh man, the imps are all dying? NOOOOOOO!!!

That was horrible but also totally worked ...

Ashton is really hot. LITERALLY.

Holy shit ... this gas actually HEALED Ashton's original cracked damage somewhat? Seriously? Oh, and he's just full on shirtcocking it right now ...

Wait, yes ... give it to Fearne! Give it to her! Let HER be the Empress!

He tries HOLDING IT to the crystal in his head and thinking through it ...

AND ALL THE TIME HE'S STILL TAKING FIRE DAMAGE!!!

Do not SMASH IT Ashton! Are you NUTS?!!!

Imogen holds it in the air so it won't keep burning him ... oh, that is beautiful and powerful ... like the fish in the meme ... XD

Laudna wonders if they might actually be in the belly of a Titan ...

Imogen TOSSES Chetney the Shard to make him do Grim Psychometry on it ... ouch! XD

Oh this is just INTENSE ...

Ashton is going to press it to his chest WHILE HE RAGES?!!! Oh shit ... and another 9 points of damage ...

Ashton: "I don't think it's FOR ME. I mean it's for me ..."

Yes. Seriously. Give it to Fearne.

Marisha fretting about rolling for Arcana because she's been rolling SHIT all game ... oh! Nice! Marisha: "I need Travis talking shit to me all the time!" Good roll!

A Funnel? OH SHIT!!! The Harness! They gotta go to Joe!

A flash of light? What the hell?

Ruby Vanguard? Crap ... and Reilora? Double crap ... oh fuck ... IS THAT FUCKING LUDINUS?!!!

Laura: "Telekinesis! I'm gonna throw the lava they're above AT THEM!!!"

Matt: "And we're gonna come back to that zfter a break." AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Crap crap crap crap crap ... how bad is this gonna be?

Aaaaaah! Battlemap! Cue Wizzkids plug!

Holy shit ... nice terrain ...

Nice reminder from Liam that Ashton is currently doing this half naked ... and not the polite half, either ... and what about Fearne?

Shit this is REALLY bad ...

Ludinus succeeds his Dex roll? Of course he does ... but ONE of them fails ... okay, then ...

ROLL INITIATIVE!!!

Ashton up first ... SUPERHERO IT, BOY!!! He Rages ... he's getting heavy? Oh, Gravity effects ... here we go ... he's shielding FCG? Even though he's low on hit points right now? Ballsy ... he grabs the Shard and tucks it behind him ... so he takes MORE damage next round? Bloody hell ...

Imogen tries to grab the skinny Reiloran with Telekinesis snd he fails to save ... yanks him into the lava! Matt tells her to roll EIGHT D10!!! Fucking hell ... 50 POINTS OF DAMAGE!!! Fucking hell indeed! Then she Quickens another spell for bonus action, Mindwhips the big Reiloran ... it saves so only takes HALF damage ... 7 points? Oof ... not too impressive, then ... mostly just made it angry, then ...

Orym is up! Gets close as he can so he can CUT THE AIR with Seedling to hit the submerged Reiloran ... and that is IT for it ALREADY!!! Wow ... second strike to the soldier with a vine, succeeds and drags HIM in too ... Holy shit, that's a FUCKLOAD of damage ... and HE'S DEAD TOO?!!! Holy fuck, wee man!

Ludinus came to offer an OLIVE BRANCH? Really? Oh crap, he just recognised the staff ... what's THIS mean? What's he doing?

Fearne is now DANGLING OVER THE LAVA!!! Shit ...

Reiloran JUGGERNAUT?!!! I'm sorry? Oh lawd he comin! Orym has to make a strength save? Crap ... and it's a fail ... and he's just DRAGGED into melee with it ...

Chetney grabs the Shard, slips it into the Bag of Holding, then goes invisible! Okay ... now he just BOLTS for Imogen ...

All FCG can do is hit Ashton with a 3rd Level Cure Wounds ... 17 Points back ... it'll do ... then he gives Fearne a Bonded Blessing ...

Fearne's turn ... what CAN she do? Just spells, but attack rolls are at a disadvantage ... crap ... Wall of Stone? She wants to completely encase Ludinus ... oh yes, that sounds sweet ... yes! Do that! Do that! Holy shit, and it actually WORKS too ... but she's still stuck ...

Laudna's turn ... she Quickens a spell for Mirror Image, then Blights the Reiloran. And he FAILS ... okay then, that's 8 D8 of Necrotic damage! Here we go ... 32! Sweet!

The last one just holds his action? Hmmm ...

Ashton burns a Chaos Burst and ALMOST knocks the Reiloran into the lava ... second same ... hmmm ...

Imogen chucks a bunch of lightning at all of them ... oh shit, boom indeed! Now none of them can SEE!!! Okay ... that doesn't ACTUALLY change anything for Fearne, though ... then she casts Blade Ward on herself ...

Orym steps under Ashton's legs and detects Chetney close by from smell alone ... XD ... attacks the Reiloran and hits him with THREE Pushing attacks ... he fails so he is now IN THE LAVA!!! 33 points of damage! Nice ... and now he JUMPS on the Reiloran's head, slashes away down on him ... Action Surge? Okay ... bang bang bang ... but Matt keeps rolling SO WELL ... one more try ... HE GETS THE HDYWTDT!!! YES!!! He kills the fuck out of him and jumps back off again! Now he's just SOLIDIFIED in the lava ... Orym you absolute WILD MAN!!!

Ludinus casts Dimension Door to bamf out of the wall ... crap ... he raises her EVEN HIGHER ... She can't break free ...

Fuck, is he gonna JUMP AWAY with her?

Chetney clicks his Boots of Speed, gets close enough to Ludinus to ... do something he CAN'T do because it's ALSO a bonus action? Crap ... so he DOESN'T do that but just holds his action instead ... crap ...

FCG pulls Spiritual Weapon on Ludinus ... since it's a hostage situation, he makes it a hsnd holding a pepperbox pistol right to his temple ... JUST hits him ... nice damage, but doesn't do anything major ... then shoits a Sacred Fame at him too ... which he fails to save against ... ouch! Nice ... he's looking rough but still strong, apparently ...

Fearne casts Wall of Fire on Ludinus? Wow ... can he Counterspell? Nat20? Crap ... that didn't work, then ... Ashley tries to work out what else to do ... and just tries to negotiate instead? Hmmmm ... roll good, Fearne, be charming ... 18?

Laudna unleashes her Hound of Ill Omen upon Ludinus! Okay ... Phantasmal Force? Oooooh ... and he has DISADVANTAGE?!!! But he still succeeds ... crap ... but it's now the pooch's turn! Attack hits! 10 damage and heneeds to roll a strength check ... FAIL!!! He is now PRONE!!! Nice ... but he STILL maintains concentration ...

The last guy attacks the Hound ... and KILLS IT!!! What? Seriously?

Ashton gets as close as he can and tries a Wormhole Strike on Ludinus! Fuck ... and it HITS!!! Nice! 20 damage! Second misses, though ... crap ...

Imogen casts Lightning Bolt on BOTH of them ... defender fails, but Ludinus STILL makes his save? Shit ... that's a lot of dice though ... 42 points on the defender ... and he goes DOWN in a smoking heap ... AND LUDINUS' CONCENTRATION IS BROKEN!!! Fearne is FREE!!!

Orym runs in and chucks 2 daggers at Ludinus, misses with BOTH because he's prone ... nuts ... nothing else he can do ...

Ludinus gets up, steps past Fearne so she has an attack of opportunity ... he starts brewing a Sphere, Laudna Counterspells ... but it's a LEVEL NINE?!!! Holy fuck ... did she just CRIT?!!! SERIOUSLY?!!! Oh my gods she fucking DID IT!!! Nice! So he tries to Counterspell HER? And he FAILS?!!! OH MY FUCKING GODS!!! Amazing ... suddenly the dice gods are with us! So hejyst keeps walking ... INTO THE LAVA? AND JUST DISINTEGRATES?!!! Bloody hell ... he was a FAKE!!! Bugger ...

Fearne TRIES to grab the stone he wore ... it's cracked ... nuts, only MAYBE a clue now ...

Smart thinking, might be a good idea to run ... but first LOOT THE BODY that DIDN'T burn ...

Fancy robes ... NOT damaged by the lava? Handy ...

Time to Teleport out, then ... but where to?

Oh, Whitestone? Yes. Go there. Definitely.

Here we go, then ... aiming for the Sun Tree ... they jump ... and Matt calls it there BEFORE they roll ... oof ...

At least they killed his villain speech before he could deliver it ... but yeah, that was one HAIRY fight ...

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