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backwardsbread · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel Characters:

~Marriage proposals~

Warnings‼️: genderneutral!reader, established relationship, characterxreader, lots of fluff, Valentino existing, mentions of cannibals/cannibalism, possessive behavior, pet names used, mentions of divorce, some swearing.

A/N: How would the Hazbin hotel characters propose! I might do a vise versa, where reader proposes. But this one is the characters proposing to YOU. Enjoy~!

This is pretty long- I don’t know how to find word count, but if anyone wants more, drop a request :))

?Semi proofread?

Lucifer:

This man is a NERVOUS WRECK.

When he realizes he wants to marry you, he lowkey panics. Starts acting like you guys just now started dating.

He’s super anxious, trying to impress you, and prove that he’s good enough for you.

(Whether he’s trying to prove that to you, or himself, is up for debate.)

The two of you met on a whim. You didn’t really know it was the king of hell you were talking to when you first met.

How could this be the king?? He was so goofy. His playful demeanor immediately drew you in.

With even learning about how Lucifer was, it didn’t stop those fuzzy feelings towards him that bubbled in your chest.

It took him a long time to even get into a relationship with you, due to him being caught up in his past with Lillith.

But overtime, your affection is what gets him through the tough days.

He gets all flustered and embarrassed at your sweet gestures, trying to hide the fact that he’s realizing he wants you to always only be his.

As we know, he had a previous marriage and that commitment failed him before. He had a right to feel nervous of the subject that once bruised his soul.

But in his heart, he truly knows this is what he wants. He wants to spend his eternity with you if you allowed him to.

When the thought has finally settled, and he knows he’s ready to try marriage again, it doesn’t settle his nerves.

This has to be PERFECT-

He needs the perfect ring, the perfect setting, the perfect outfit. All of which he had easy access to, he is the king afterall.

Yet, nothing seems to be perfect enough. Nothing is enough, nothing he can think of matches how strong his feelings are for you.

Once he thinks he’s decided on what will be perfect, he ditches the idea to try and come up with something better.

He consults Charlie on this issue a lot. Including her in this is very important to him. He makes sure she’s comfortable with the idea of him being married to someone who wasn’t her mother.

Charlie is a bit put off by the idea, it’s strange to think about. She never thought of her father getting remarried, but the thought doesn’t necessary upset her. She’s more worried about history repeating itself.

Overall, she wants her father to be happy, and helps him prepare for the proposal in any way she can.

(Mostly moral support because this guy is in emotional turmoil over this.)

He’s in a constant inbetween of if this was the right thing to do. Was it too soon in your guys relationship? Was it too soon after his divorce? Would you even want to spend the rest of your damnation with the one who started it all?

With heavy encouragement and reassurance from Charlie, he finally has the guts to ask you the big question.

But….. when he takes you out on the date where he meant to propose…

He chickens out. (Or ducks out haha)

“It is quite beautiful tonight.. you know I love you, right?……. Good! Yeah-! U-Uh-.. oh my golly! Look at the time! How that darn old thing does fly-Haha! W-We should head home!- boy am I tired-!”

Rinse and repeat this process a handful of times.

You do start to get a bit skeptical of your partners behavior. You guys had been going on extremely fancy dates at least once a week.

And while you had no complaints on spending time with Lucifer, you did notice his strange behavior.

The way his mood would incline before your guys’ date, and then suddenly decline when it was over. Then having to take the rest of the week to heal his pride.

It was just a big rollercoaster of emotions. You were starting to worry you were the cause of his stress.

(I mean. Technically you were)

During one of his many attempts in asking you, he had already internally given up when he stumbled over his words in the middle of dinner.

Your date was coming to a close, and like clockwork, Lucifer’s chipper mood deteriorated.

His shoulders slumped, he was pouty, and dragging his feet on the way back to the castle.

Before the two of you can enter, you grab Lucifer’s hand, stopping him. He gives you a confused look, posture straightening to look at you.

You give him small pecks all over his face, in hopes to cheer him up from whatever was troubling him.

Your actions have the affect you were hoping for, as he laughs and steals your lips into his own, a wide smile on his face as he rests his hands on your waist.

His nerves seemed to dissipate as he felt an overwhelming sense of security and love for you.

His body was moving before his mind could keep up. The moment just felt right.

He pulls away from your shared embrace, reaching into his pocket, and getting down on one knee. He opens the ring box, revealing the glimmering jewelry within it.

You look at him in shock and he returns the same look, surprised at his own actions. Well there was no backing out of it now- (saY SOMETHING LUCIFER-)

It takes him a few seconds to recover from the shock and he’s tempted to just pretend to tie his shoe. But you knew his intentions and watched the nerves wrack their way up his body once again.

Before he can even speak, give a speech he had rehearsed probably a hundred times in front of his mirror, you say yes.

And the relief that washes over this man— the weight that lifted off his shoulders in that moment— felt amazing.

You bend down with him, smiling ear to ear and chuckling as you realized this is why he was so worked up the past couple months.

Tears fill Lucifer’s eyes as he slides the piece of jewelry onto your ring finger.

You kiss away the tears that slip down his face and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug.

His tattered heart feeling stitched back together that day.

Alastor:

We all know Alastor isn’t the biggest on romance.

He’s a true gentleman, of course, but public displays of affection and intimate relationships weren’t his cup of tea.

The two of you had know each other for years in the afterlife, yet it was only recently you had put a label on your relationship.

Falling for you was never part of his plan.

He first saw you as an prey, only a possible soul he could claim for his ongoing collection.

But your sickening sweetness unfortunately grew on him over time. He once wanted to take advantage of it, but he became too fond of you to corrupt it.

You moved from his prey to his acquaintance.

You lived in cannibal town where he would frequently visit.

You join the gossip sessions with him and Rosie, indulging in their banter. It starts by you just walking by and throwing a comment towards their conversation you were listening in to. Eventually you had your own designated seat at their table.

Rosie definitely saw the potential the connection you and Alastor had, so she subtly pushes the two of you to hang out more.

This leads to your relationship advancing from mere acquaintances to good friends. The transition quick due to Rosie’s persistence.

Anytime Alastor would visit cannibal town, he would make effort to pay you a visit. He just felt so drawn to your company.

His smile felt less strained, his body would relax, and he could do what he wanted while you served up some fresh pinkie fingers.

There would be occasions of Alastor realizing he’s dropped his guard around you, and he would be snippy and aggressive those days. In fear of going soft and losing his mojo.

The first time he did this scared you,

(I mean obviously, the mans body grows two-ten times in his demon form)

But after a talk with Rosie about it, you tried to be understanding. Instead of falling away or distant with Alastor after his little tantrums, you simply waited it out. When he was back to normal asking softly if he wanted to talk about it or move on.

It wasn’t clear to you when you guys really started being affectionate towards one another. It just kind of happened.

You knew Alastor to be a gentleman before formally meeting him. So him linking arms with you, kissing your knuckles, holding open doors was nothing new.

It seemed like everyone besides the two of you knew the true feelings you two had for each other before you guys did.

You were holding hands, seeing each other everyday, Alastor would give you his coat to borrow on colder days, etc. Just small sweet gestures the two of you would share.

It took an incredible amount of time for Alastor to come to terms with his feelings. He hadn’t done this before and had no control of what his heart wanted. It was scary.

Putting a label on what you guys had didn’t seem necessary. The two of you knew what you meant to each other in an unspoken agreement.

(Rosie did eventually pressure him to actually ask you out however. It was the gentleman’s thing to do)

(But enough backstory)

More often than not, Alastor found himself spending his nights with you. Not to leave until the morning or midday after.

The two of you practically lived together when the overlord wasn’t too busy with other matters.

We already went over how the two of you weren’t big on labels. It wasn’t until Rosie asked that Alastor had even thought about marriage.

“Sooo… when are you going to put a rock on your pretty thang’s finger?”

“Hm? I don’t think it’s necessary.”

“What?? You’re kidding right? That darling and you have been together ages! You wouldn’t want someone else swiping them away from you, right?”

“Hah! Never going to happen. Who in their right mind would try that?”

“…”

“You do know where we are, right?”

It had never occurred to the Radio demon before. You guys had made your relationship official of course. Anyone else who would try and court you and take you away from him would be simply insane.

But the thought wormed itself into his brain and flourished.

The thought of not knowing what you were doing 24/7. The thought of someone possibly stealing you away without his knowledge.

The thought of some undeserving sinner having their hands on what belonged to him.

It irked him.

After that conversation with Rosie, say goodbye to your privacy. You’re not going anywhere alone. He can’t risk someone even attempting to steal you away.

It was irritating how he was always tracking you, keeping a shadow with you at all times.

If someone even dared to hold open a door for you that wasn’t him or his shadow, he’d show up at your side in an instant.

It made you anxious and overall, you felt your partner didn’t trust you.

You did express these feelings to Alastor, but your words seemed to phase right through him. You had no idea what had gotten into him to make him (even more) protective.

You joined him in bed one night, as he was stilling up, enjoying a book with jazz music emitting from his aura.

You cuddle close to him, the feeling of fuzzy static that enveloped you a comforter for your slumber.

Before you can let yourself drift off to sleep, your partner closes his book with one hand, the loud thump making you jolt.

“Say darling, what do you think of marriage?”

The sudden ask has you dumbfounded, giving him a deer in headlights stare. (Hah-)

He had never even mentioned marriage before yet here he was now, smiling at you as he waited for your response.

You give honesty, telling him you never really thought of it yourself and you were surprised to hear the idea from him.

You did mention how the subject didn’t draw you away. You knew you loved Alastor with your entire soul. Your heart and soul were his without one of his binding contracts.

Once he hears your approval he snaps his fingers making one of his shadows appear, holding out his signature red coat to him. He reaches into the pocket of his jacket, fishing out what he desired.

He pulled out a small box and handed it to you, his shadow dismissing itself from the scene.

You give him a confused look, before gently opening the box. Your eyes meeting the small band inside.

Oh- he was serious?????

You give him a puzzled look, while he just tilts his head at you, silently asking ‘too soon?’

Your eyes continue to track from the ring, to him, back to the ring, then back to him.

Your hesitation comes off as denial to Alastor, so he reaches out to take the box back. Before he can even lay a finger on it, you pull it to your chest protectively.

You give him a glare for even having the audacity to try and take this away from you. Your actions make him chuckle and hold his hands up defensively.

You slip the band onto your ring finger. Once it’s perfectly snug onto your digit, you pull your partner close to you, peppering his lips with small pecks. Scolding him in between your kisses for being so nonchalant.

He simply chuckles against your affections, telling you the ring will be a reminder you are always his.

And you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Vox:

Vox is not one for settling down. No shot in hell.

Have you seen this man?? Holy hell take a chill pill.

A lot of Vox’s priorities lie with his work. He’s always pushing the boundaries of tech, eager to create something new and be on the face of it.

He never thought of dating. Being tied down to one person made him cringe. So the thought of marriage never even entered his system.

Then there was you of course. Messing up his plans.

How could he not fall for you? You were charming, beautiful, and down right too good for him.

(According to him.)

Your presence and the feelings you gave him made him feel threatened. He tried to put him a wall between the two of you, avoiding you at all costs.

But when he would look at his phone, seeing your icon pop up with messages to him. His fans would kick into gear, his cold heart ticking rapidly in his chest.

Yeah he had it BAD.

When you became a priority to him as well, it kind of threw a wrench in the balance of his schedule.

Yes he loves you but that fact scares him. He wasn’t exactly the safest demon to be around.

So he found it better that the two of you keep your relationship secret. Mostly spending early mornings and late nights with you.

It was difficult to manage. You wanted nothing more than to try hang out with your partner all day but he was always busy.

You would visit him at work, but on very rare occasion. You still owned your soul, which meant Valentino saw it as up for grabs, despite Vox’s warnings (threats) to not lay a finger on you.

As much as you enjoyed visiting your partner at work, you understood his reasonings for being uncomfortable with it.

Besides that, the chance of others seeing the two of you in public was way too high. You guys didn’t usually go on dates.

Your partner was more comfortable having you stay at home, having a double life without him. You lived with Vox, but outside of the time you two spent together, you had your own things going on.

Vox knew about it of course, he cares about you more than anything. He needs to know what’s going on at all times. And what you had going on outside of him was important to him.

He always has a screen pulled up in his monitor room while working. Just to see what you were up to.

The screen usually tracked a camera on you whenever you went out, it displayed your phone screen whenever it was in use, and showed your vitals on the bottom corner of the screen.

He didn’t trust the sinners that roamed these streets, rightfully so. Being able to track you gave him a source of comfort when he couldn’t always be around.

As mentioned before, going out on dates wasn’t really a thing. But Vox would usually clear up one day a month in his schedule. Just to spend the entire day with you.

(Of course he occasionally shuts down, checking how everything is going at V headquarters while he’s not around. Cant take this man entirely away from his work)

You’d spend those days cuddling, ordering in some takeout, and just catching up with each other. Getting in as much affection as you could.

The nights were soft and intimate. It was what you always looked forward to.

Vox had some things to do early morning on the day designated for the two of you. You did pout and complain to him, but he promised to be back as soon as he could.

Hours passed and you started to get a little bit peeved that your partner had yet to return home. Checking the time, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

You get dolled up, pack up a small container of snacks, and head to V’s headquarters.

Making your way through the crowd of demons and sinners. You head up the elevator, but it stops on Valentinos floor.

And with just your luck, the lustful demon is standing there, waiting to get on. When he sees your face, he grins wide and enters the elevator. Standing uncomfortably close.

He blows out his pink slut smoke into the small space, making you cringe and try to waft the stench away from you.

Valentino is touchy and that’s an understatement.

So when he bends down at your level, once again offering a job to you, your heart rate spikes.

Meanwhile, Vox is having a one sided argument with Velvette, the young overlord scolding him as she changed his outfit several times.

It wasn’t often Vox was used as a model for Velvette, but he had actually asked her ahead of time to design something special for you and him.

By ahead of time, he asked yesterday, not giving Velvette nearly enough time.

While he tuned out of his teammate reprimanding him, his watch buzzed, alerting him of your abnormal heart rate.

He gives a confused look, his screen going black for a second as he brought up his home security camera on his screen. When seeing you weren’t at the house, his eye twitched.

Where the hell did you go??

He was brought back, his face glitching in and out as he pulled out his phone, bringing up your location.

He saw how close you were and immediately thought the worst.

He zaps himself into the nearest camera, zipping through the electronics to find where you are.

Within a minute, he’s found you in the elevator, practically cornered by Valentino who was literally drooling on you.

The lights flicker in the elevator as it comes to a screeching halt. Cue your partner showing up with a crack of blue electricity, yanking Valentino away from you by the moth’s wing.

He puts himself in front of you, acting as a shield so you don’t have to be near Valentino’s poison.

“W̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚ḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ǎ̴̯̀͠t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅ t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ f̵̢̻͈̫̬̻͔̘̞͈̆̇̍̈̌͊ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓c̵̛̥͊k̵̘̺̦͉͖̪̪͖͉͊̆̔́̈́̍̃̈́͒̂̑̀̚͜͝ d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅ y̶͔͗ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓ t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝k̵̘̺̦͉͖̪̪͖͉͊̆̔́̈́̍̃̈́͒̂̑̀̚͜͝ y̶͔͗ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓’r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅi̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ǧ̷̡̟̲̹̩̱͉̮̭͇͚̮̖̟̽̓͊̔̓̕??”

(What the fuck do you think you’re doing??)

Vox’s voice glitched out, muted TV static layering his voice as the fans whirled in the back of his head. In a desperate attempt to cool him down.

Valentino doesn’t give much of a reaction, putting his hands up in feigned innocence.

“𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒱𝑜𝓍𝓍𝒾𝑒! 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻-“

“You better watch your mouth.”

“𝒪𝒽𝒽, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃’𝓉 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝓉. 𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒.”

Valentino speaks with sickening sarcasm. You look between the two, incredibly confused. Vox looks like he’s about to explode.

The lights flicker back on, and the door opens, Vox demanding his business partner leave.

The moth scowls at the both of you, before putting one set of hands on his hips, the other set of arms crossing across his chest. In the most sassy way possibly leave the two of you behind.

Vox waits for the elevator door to close before he can breath again. He’s muttering angrily to himself, one hand on either side of his screen as he tries not to blue screen.

You put your hand over his, his cold hand giving you a subtle shock of electricity as you touched him. You give him a concerned gaze, silently asking if he was okay.

Vox looks at you, shoulders relaxing just looking into your comforting eyes. Little bolts of electricity shoot out from the side of his screen as he tries to calm himself, his fans working overtime.

You set down the bag of treats you were bringing for him to hold his hands in your own. You give him a bright smile, concern not leaving your eyes.

You reassure him that whatever he had planned isn’t ruined. You could just pretend you didn’t know! You didn’t want this little run in to ruin your guys’ day.

You ramble on as he just stares at you, almost blankly, his screen fading from blue to a baby pink as he listened to you.

As you’re apologizing for causing trouble, he puts a hand up to stop your little speech.

He reaches into his pant pocket, pulling out a small halo shaped piece of jewelry. He holds your left hand in his own as he gets down on one knee in front of you.

I mean.. you knew he had a surprise planned, but seeing his actions didn’t fail to shock you.

He gives a little speech to you, stuttering and glitching over his words as he tries to explain himself.

For being a perfectionist overlord, this was one hell of a show.

He’s a blushing glitching mess, cursing to himself when he couldn’t find the exact words he wanted to say.

You grab the sides of his screen, looking him in the eyes and forcing him to meet your gaze. You’re saying yes before he can embarrass himself anymore.

He looks a bit shocked by your response, he can’t believe you said yes after that display he just put on. Before he can get the ring on your finger, he blue screens from shock and embarrassment.

You kind of chuckle and sit down beside your partner while you wait for him to reboot. Not like you could go anywhere with the elevator being stuck with the two of you inside. You do gently take the piece of jewlry, sliding it onto your finger and admiring its design.

Cuddling into Vox’s arm, you can’t help but smile brightly at the decorative piece snug on your ring finger.

It was perfect.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #vox x reader #alastor x reader #lucifer x reader #alastor #the radio demon #lucifer morningstar #i swear I can write more characters #these are just my go too

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Top Shelf

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.

Warnings: my writing, language(bad words😯), my attempt at being funny, mention of gun shots and head shots, mentions of my favorite book(literally love Ruta Sepetys sm omg.

A/N: part 2? I am going to make you all suffer through the most oblivious slow burn. R if going to be so dumb/oblivious it’ll hurt you all🫶🏻

Word count - 3.6k

Credits: @novmoth (my friend from school who feeds into my delusions and gives me more ideas for this story🫶🏻)

(bare with me English is not my first language🥲 I’m getting help from my friend to edit it)

You were born to it.

The books. The films. The music and video games.

It was your life, literally. With your parents being owners of the infamous establishment called ‘top shelf’, you had no choice but to.

And you wouldn’t ever change.

Books upon books, movie after movie, games old and new and music that could last you weeks. Who would want to change such a life?

Your father was the first to start it.

He was poor man in Washington but had just enough money to buy it from the man who owned the small movie shop before he retired. He slowly started added book shelves and video games to the mix. Getting few customers but enough to survive day to day during the time of his early years

Your mother was a wealthy run away. Wanting something different and new in her life when she met your father. The man was playing on his game boy behind the counter before he saw her.

The poor boy and his run away wife, a classic really.

The rest after that is history.

As soon as they found out your mother was pregnant with you, they used the rest of her money they saved and went to New York where they bought the huge abandoned apartment complex.

They broke all the insides down and built what you now know as your second home. Hundreds of video games, films and music in one section and thousands of books in another.

Thus, Top Shelf was born only two weeks after you.

You met many friends there in the comfort section where students and business people worked as you all goofed off.

Your had also met your small friend group during your younger years, the four of you all never letting your father have the peace he wanted and dragging him all over New York.

With the thousands of books and hundreds of video games and films your parents sold, you had money. Lots of it.

But your mother made sure you never let that get the best of you, never. It went against everything she went for when she ran away.

She would make sure you would work for and earn everything you got, always.

She never let you have too much online activity, in case her family found you and made sure you were both street smart and book smart.

Your neighbors made sure you were street smart more than anything but you still gave her credit for trying.

Though, the book store was beautiful in every season. Winter was a favorite and when it was busiest. It was too your favorite.

Your father lighting the public fire place, your mother setting soft seasonal music, hell even the cheesy Christmas cartoons on the TV’s set the mood for the perfect bookstore vibe.

The lights dim just enough to where it almost felt like dark academy yet the plants that grew down the upstairs railing made the entire place feel more alive.

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“Bullshit!” You yell out as you throw your head back onto the head rest of your chair, groaning loudly as the photo sound of your death snapped in your ears.

“Man, he’s fucking using cheats!” Dru calls out through the mic before his name pops up above to yours in dark red on the screen as you respawn.

“Of course he is, he’s a pussy.” Mj says, as her name, too, pops up on the screen.

“Oh come on, guys!” Lyle says through his staticky mic. “You all just suck.” He laughs

“Now I know your cheating, dude. Your mic is acting up again, just like last time!” Dru says, the sound of his voice booming louder than needed and you roll my eyes.

“DD, just because you like to replay games without using cheats doesn’t mean the rest of us do.” Lyle says in a matter-of-fact tone.

“It’s multiplayer, stupid! It’s meant to be fair for everyone!” Dru says making you snort. “Says the guy who chases around little kids and steals their horses making them cry.” Mj says making Dru blow into his mic making loud, unnecessary noises.

“Quit that!” You say taking one head phone off your ear. “Tsk tsk tsk,” Lyle starts. “Such a sore loser.”

“I’ll show you sore loser, get on Elden ring and we’ll test your irritation.” Dru says, mic now muffled by his own spit.

“Your tank build is not enough to stop me, comet azur will always save the day.” He says in a sing-song voice.

“And you call me a try hard, yet you’re the one always using a broken spell.” Dru complains. “Theres nothing I have to try hard at when I can just hold a simple button.” The sound of Dru’s groans become louder as his spit clears out from his Mic. “Same thing!”

You laugh once again before picking up your phone and looking at the time.

“Shit!” Your eyes go wide at the sight, 8:48 AM.

You quickly throw the head set off and push yourself out of the chair, opening your closet grabbing a quick pair of jeans and a hoodie before rushing to put it all on.

Your cat skids across the floor, startled by your sudden movements before a crashing in the your pile of books and out the door.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mumble as you jump up and down to put on your shoes, failing at not falling and race toward the door. “Sorry!” You call to your cat who yells at you next to his food bowl.

You grab your keys and rush out the door before slamming it shut and locking it.

“Ay, y/n!” Your neighbor, Rosa, shouts from beside her door. “Quiet will you! I just put Nona to sleep!” She yells raising her news paper tapping your head with it.

“Sorry! sorry, Señora Rosa.” You whisper yell as you try to push her weaponized hand away. “I’m just a little late.”

“And I just got a moment of peace! Quiet!” She says giving you one last wack making you try and shrink away from her as you rush toward the stairs.

“You got your pepper spray, right?” She calls and you raise your key chain to show her the attached small can. “¡Buena niña!”

You rush down the stairs and push passed the glass door, almost slipping on the ice before running down the street.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket making you quickly take it out.

“Hello?” You ask without knowing who it was.

“Arthur Morgan would be very disappointed at your sudden disappearance from an important mission.” Lyle says before sighing.

“It’s multiplayer, there are no main missions.” You say, trying to avoid the ice on the ground before stopping at the red hand across the street. “Plus, we were in the middle of four way 1v1. He’d be more upset that we were going against each other.”

“Loyalty is everything in such a game,” he says, sarcasm in his voice and you imagine him shaking his head. “Of course he would be upset at my bullet in DD’s head.”

“Why’d you call me exactly?” You ask watching the hand turn into a green man walking before taking off again.

“Well, you just yelled ‘shit!’ Before disappearing on us, had to make sure someone didn’t break in and kill you.” He replies casually as if he knew that weren’t the case. “But after hearing you continue on your ‘shit’ rant and the door slam I figured it was okay, just had to call and make sure, y’know?”

“Ever heard of a text, loser?” You ask, barley missing a man walking and looking down at his phone. “Gross,” he says before making a gagging noise. “why waste such time typing when I can simply just hit one button?”

“You’re so lazy.” You laugh out loud as you run across another street. “Work smarter not harder, Y/N. You should know this with that big brain of yours.”

“What if I want to work both smarter and harder?” You ask, running up to the glass window to see the books lined up. “Well, then your just weird.” You roll your eyes.

“Just kidding. I guess you can do both, I just personally prefer the alternative.” He says as the sound of guns shooting fills the phone. “Yeah, also sorry about leaving.” You say pushing into the store being greeting with the familiar smell of books and the warm smile of my mother.

“I forgot I had to get ready for work.”

“You’re at top shelf?” He ask and you reply with a ‘mhm’. “I might stop by later to say hello actually, I need a new game anyway.” He laughs as the sound of Dru yelling in the back ground becomes more prominent.

“Sounds good, see you loser” You say as you take your sweat shirt off, leaving you in your tank top you hand before leaving. “Later,” you hear him say before hanging up.

“Good morning,” you hear your mother say as you pull the staff sweat shirt over your head and pull up your sleeves. “Mornin’,” you reply before kissing her cheek.

“Wheres dad?” You ask looking around before your eyes setting on the woman stack a pile of books into one pile.

“He’s going to be out of town for a few days,” she says carrying the pile to the check back station. “A vacation, I insisted as I continue your training.” She says making you smile.

“We both know he needs it, he’s getting older.” She says and your smile fades as you nod. “So are you.” You mumble and she, too, nods.

“You know him getting old is different from me getting old.” She states, sighing quietly.

“What’s todays task?” You ask, quickly changing the subject at the sight of her sad frown. She looks at you for a moment before smiling once again.

She moves to storage closet and unlocks it, allowing you to see the boxes upon boxes along with stacks of different other things.

“To be a good store owner, you have to know your customers.” She says returning with a large box that you quickly take from her.

“Just put it on that table — and to know your customers, you must socialize and help them throughout the store.” She finishes as you take the box to the table noticing the label romance written across it.

“That also means having to work while helping the customers, so you’ll be on stock duty as well.” She says with a smile.

Yes.

You mentally say to yourself. Stock duty required work of you finding the places of different books, movies and games which also meant finding new things you didn’t know about before.

“One more thing,” you mother says as she walks behind the counter to finish opening up the store. “No head phones.” Your eyes go wide.

“But ma!” You call out to the lady who switches the sign from closed to open. “What else am I supposed to do when I stock!” You call, holding onto the white cords and swinging them around.

“Help the customers and socialize.” She laughs out making you frown. “I should call CPS.” You mumble carrying the box to the sorted area before hearing the woman’s laugh.

“Sure, call ahead but don’t be disappointed when they decline a twenty year old.”

You roll your eyes before continuing down the aisle.

“And after you sort those, get the others out of the storage closet!” You huff quietly as you glance back with a small playful glare on your face.

“If I wanted to work out, I would have gone to the gym.” You say and she rolls her eyes. “You’ll be just as sore in the morning, trust me.”

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Hours hand passed, since you last seen the romance box having moved on to the horror section of the films.

You search through their placement areas, looking at all the old cinematic master pieces, the many Dracula films placed neatly next to each other, in order of both year and name.

Horror was one of the favorites when coming here, your father being a collected through his years he had many people couldn’t get their hands on.

Sure you could watch it online now but where’s the fun in that when you have a real copy with the static noises and written voices on screen. Some people still had some class left in them.

You hear a book hit the floor making the library echo as heads turned toward the cause of the sudden interruption of their silence.

“Shit—” You hear someone say quietly, making you roll your eyes as you place the rest of the CD’s in their rightful places before making your way toward the aisle the noise came from.

You subtly make your way toward the aisle while acting like your checking the books before taking a peek around the corner.

You see a rather short girl — shorter than the third shelf — craning her neck to look up at all the books in front of her.

Just to your luck, your mother placed a box for that genre next to the end of the shelf and you picked it up.

You make your way down the aisle and set the box toward the middle before looking up the girl who was already staring, and boy was she something.

Freckles littered across her tan skin, strands of her short hair fell from her half up half down style, her eyes — damn her eyes — they were the prettiest brown you’ve ever seen.

You smile lightly before picking up the first book and reading both the authors name and the title while trying to slow down your racing heart.

Who was this girl? Matter of fact, what was she? She wasn’t a regular, that’s for sure but you always get random people coming in so it didn’t exactly matter.

After putting away a few books, you glance up to see the girl a few feet away and on her tippy toes, reaching for a book on the fifth or sixth shelf.

You snorted quietly catching the girls attention making you quickly look away to keep yourself from laughing.

“You think this is funny?” She asks and you begin shaking in quiet laughter.

After a few moments, you compose yourself and stand shaking your head.

“No, not at all. Would you like some help?” You ask taking step toward her. She narrows her eyes. “Are you making fun of me right now?” She asks, both amusement and annoyance in her voice.

“Why would I do that? It’s poor customer service.” You say with a smile before watching her own smile grow.

“It’s poor customer service to laugh at a customer.” She mumbles before stepping back. “Please.” You walk up and grab the book.

“Look how easy that was.” She says, taking the book you held out for her. “Being six-foot-two does have its perks.” She says looking over the back of the book.

You roll your eyes but your smile only grows. Looking down at the book you nod and raise your eye brows, “that’s a good one, read it a few years back.” You say, making your way back to box of books.

“I’d hope so, for all the work I had to do to try and get it.” She mumbles making you smile and shake your head. “Anything else good?” She asks, looking down to you.

“You’re asking me if there’s anything else good in here when there’s just by the look of it thousands of books here?” You ask, smirking at her when she rubs the back of her neck.

“Yes, there is, I’ve read more than I can count. My recommendation board is up by the front desk if you want to check it out.” You say before placing crave by Tracy Wolff into the slot.

“You must have come here a lot before working then? If you’ve read so many books from here.” She asks, following hot on your trail with the book tucked between her arm. “Oh, for sure,” you say nodding. “The owners and I are real close, we were together a whole nine months before I was born.”

Her eyes widen slightly at the information. “You’re parents own this place?” She asks, gesturing to the entire book store and you nod, smiling.

It felt like you were a teenage boy, flaunting his muscles to a girl he finds attractive.

“Wow,” she says looking around once again. Book still tucked tightly into her arm as she did so. “Just wow. Your parents have taste.”

“More like their people pleasers.” You say shaking your head. The real other reason why horror is so popular in the movie section is because of their request.

Every week they check their request list and buy everything people ask for. New books, new movies, new music and games, there’s always something new. You’re surprised there’s still room, then again the place would be as big you supposed.

“They like having their customers choice their number one priority. It’s good business.” You say looking up to the girl who had a look of wonder in her eyes as she stared down at you but there was also something else. Something you couldn’t quite place.

She stares at you for another moment before speaking again, “do you.. know who I am?” She asks and your furrow your eye brows in question.

“Should I?” You ask tilting your head. She stares for another moment again, eyes scanning your face and it’s features as if searching for something.

Her smile then grows, as she shakes her head. “You shouldn’t, or rather shouldn’t have to. It’s just a surprise.” She says, tucking her hair behind her ear.

You knit your eye brows together in confusion.

She walks out of the aisle and you catch the light smile on her face as she does.

What the hell? You wonder to yourself as you place the last few books away.

You were pretty sure that was the last section, unless your mother put out some more stuff you didn’t notice. You’d just check out the to-do list.

Your mother and father always had one for both you and their own sake. Adding things so no one would forget.

As you made your way to check out, you see the girl walking in the general distraction as well.

“All set?” You ask, placing the box inside the others, moving past the small door attached to the low counter.

“Yep,” she says once again staring at you.

You take the book you got for her earlier along with another you recognize almost immediately. “Between shades of gray?” You ask, looking at her as if she were serious.

“Your description seemed trust worthy enough to make me interested.” You glance over to see your board clearly flipped through before nodding.

You scan both books. “Careful, it’s sad, dark and traumatic. It’s one of my favorites though.” You say looking up at her, she pauses for a moment, staring at you once again and just smiles and shakes her head.

“I think I can deal with a few of those.”

“Bartering or buying?” You ask. “Bartering,” she replies and you nod. “Good, I need to get a review on what you think.” You say with a smirk and you see a glint of something in her eyes.

“Name?” You ask and she looks at you a little confused. “We have to know whose using our books, how else do you think we send emails threatening to charge or get them back?” You snort.

“Oh, your totally right.” she says quietly before taking out her credit card.

“Jenna Ortega..” she says and you nod, typing in the name before reaching for the credit. Her grip on the card tightens at your lack of response.

You pull the card gently but her grip is to hard for you to take.

“Can I… get the card?” You ask, looking around slightly uncomfortably with the stone like stare she was giving you.

“Are you sure you don’t know who I am?” She asks letting go allowing you to swipe the card.

“Again, should I?”

You both stare at each other, both confused and entrapped by the other.

You find is strange how she thinks you know who she is or why you don’t know her.

Maybe she was some big deal somewhere off and you still have yet to hear about her.

Her name did ring a bell but you weren’t sure. Was she a person you knew from your child hood? An old friend trying to reconnect? Maybe some relative on your moms sent by the older ones to investigate if it was really you.

“Miss Ortega?” You’re both broken out of your thoughts as two large men stand behind her. “Time to go.” he says gesturing to a few people who were standing and staring in your general direction.

One grabs the bag off the counter before quickly walking towards the door.

“Looks like I gotta go,” she says, smile now suddenly shy with others watching. “Don’t worry, I’ll return your book Y/N.” She says before walking toward the door, one of the men right behind her.

“Yeah, you bet-“ you pause after the the realization hits you. “Wait, how’d you-?” You begin to ask before watching her gesture to her chest.

You knit your eyebrows together, you look down to see the name tag right under the library symbol.

She was strange.. cute.. but strange

Read next sort here!

A/N : Some parts once again rushed🧍🏽‍♀️This is just an introduction I suppose, the details will get better I tried my hardest🥲

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #celebrity x reader #top shelf #book store #book store owner #scream #Wednesday Addams #Vada Cavell #tara carpenter #scream 5 #scream 6 #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega fanfic #jenna ortega x you

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wufflesvetinari · 2 months

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ok fine, wyllstarion rec list

the demons bade me write this. i have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings and a fabulous bookmarks list. come with me....and you'll be.......in a world of pure wyllstarion nation

note that this is like. an intermediate/advanced, 201-level list. i am trusting you, and assume you've already read asidian's body of work. you've read nothing is safe. you're reading Nothing Like the Sun &etc. Really anything that appears on the first two pages when sorting by bookmarks/kudos is disqualified due to pre-recognized excellence. (you could, however, go read them again)

are you back? good. now read:

"We Happy Few" - @geometea. listen to me. listen. i am looking deeply into your eyes. read this fucking fic. it's hard to shill without spoiling anything, BUT: wyll is a still-pacted grand duke. he used to have a bunch of unresolved romantic tension with astarion and now hasn't spoken to him for 15 years. now take that premise and add body horror, beautiful ominous surreal images, and SURPRISE BIG EMOTIONS. just trust me on this one, guys

"Crossed Blades" - @rebelontherocks. this is a...i think i have to call this a cozy sex romp. wyll and astarion are married, wyll is a busy duke, astarion needs more enrichment, astarion invents a very silly sex game by roleplaying teenage-wyll's smut books. wyll is So Deeply Into It. i love this fic for its characterization, its banter, and its commitment to paralleling character psychology to what sounds like an absolutely wild in-universe smut series (that is sketched with an impressive amount of detail and care tbh??).

"Comfort" - @acephalouscreature. short and sweet. wyll is injured and everyone expects astarion to take care of him. luckily, astarion has a dastardly plan to fake feelings for wyll by thinking about his feelings for wyll. you sure fooled them, astarion!! also featuring: astarion trying to figure out how to comfort someone by thinking about horses

"False Compare" - @jellyfishline. i'd recommend checking out their work generally, but i fell in love with this one first. wyll writes a sonnet! astarion is mean about it until he isn't! deeply in-character with an emphasis on how each of them communicates affection. gorgeous prose

"how to escape the torment nexus" - @ushauz. this series is incredibly unique, set in a fucked-up bad end where wyll is a lemure, astarion is still on the run from cazador, and almost everyone else is dead. where this really shines imo is wyll's POV: he's been through literal hell, doesn't remember his life, and is wading through his unconscious attachment to astarion like a foreign language. (side note also read Heart of Stone for a great lae'zel character piece)

"An Acorn in the Moonlight" - @anonyhex. this is one of the first wyllstarion fics i ever read and it has a special place in my heart!! it's particularly cathartic to read for Wyll reasons, including him actually getting to Have Emotions about what Ulder put him through. and they are so sweet with each other!!

"temporal displacement" - @purplecatghostposts. ok this came out like. yesterday but listen, i LOVE outsider pov of an astarion who's learned to show affection somewhat, seen from the eyes of someone who doesn't know his history and has no reason to suspect All Of That. and when that "outsider" is a dying 20-year-old wyll who just saw astarion step out of a time portal. well.

"nothing to make a song about" - themortal. for when you want something meaty and casefic-adjacent, set in a post-canon where wyll is the blade and not the duke (for once). contains bonding on the road, getting romantically snowed in together, and Symbolic Fetch-Quests.

i am also watching closely: "One of Those Prince-Types" by @lesbianralzarek and "sigh no more" by @tomorrowsrain. both are one chapter in and promise to be meaty, with execution that already feels very very promising

SPECIAL MENTION TO "Like Death (or Birth)" by The_Dancing_Walrus, which has some fraught implied background wyllstarion and is just generally completely baller. astarion kind-of sort-of accidentally adopts yenna, who got fucked up by her time as a potential sacrifice to bhaal. it works! i promise it works

#wyllstarion #bg3 #astarion #wyll ravengard #bloodpact #leading you gently by the hand through wyllstarion nation #fic rec

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revel-inbluehues · 5 months

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Oh my goodness gracious, I am several different types of broken rn. I just watched episode 7, and I NEED TO RANT AND I'M PROBABLY GOING TO LEAK A SPOILER OR TWO.

Okay, firstly, the first half was hilarious, just FX and MQ being absolute comedic gold. I completely forgot that FX was afraid of women since I read the novels a long time ago, but it was hilarious. He looked so disgusted. Them getting in funny situation is good as it is, but the animators did a fantastic job at the facial expressions of FX, MQ and the background heavenly officials who were hearing all of this play out. I laughed at it all, and poor SQX being embarrassed, tired, and exasperated at the dice shenanigans that he had to deal with earlier.

But, funny as it was, the second part was my favourite bit.

I literally froze when I saw Fang Xin. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Knowing what that blade had done, the history it has made it so much more impactful since this is the first time since this is the first time XL is seeing it in 600 years or so while this is the first time HC is seeing it in around 800 years if I remember it correctly. It is such a metaphorically heavy blade, and seeing its design and animation is so very beautiful.

Meanwhile, LQQ commented on how different XL seemed, and XL responded on how this is how he always was, just that LQQ never knew it. Even still, XL felt like a teacher to LQQ, so I feel like no matter how separate XL tried to be, he did very much care for LQQ as I'm sure the next episode will show.

But I think the major part that got me was LQQ's speech about not becoming full of resentment or like XL, which is one hell of a gut punch. Once again, bravo to the animators for that little cut to XL's eyes widening. I always knew LQQ was a parallel to XL, and it is most clearest here. In that moment, XL knew that he was LQQ's White No Face, and that, in LQQ's perspective, where he started the worst moments of his life in a twisted attempt to make LQQ just as resentful as him. It was a fantastic comparison and a terrible irony to XL, something he clearly acknowledged as he laughed and tried so hard not to cry. XL's comparison to the White No Face is something that will probably hurt every time, since to XL, only he and JW know about it, and he's unable to share the burden of what happened, which probably just hurts even more. The parallel between LQQ's words to XL and XL's words to White No-Face is so painful, especially to XL, who thinks that it's his burden to bare, and it probably hurts more when you consider that he literally just got Fang Xin back.

And throughout all of this, the one other person who knew all of this, and wanted to share the burden was standing right next to him, looking hurt and about to cry as he watch his most loved hurt. HC knew the significance of it all, and it was a stark reminder of all the times he failed to protect the one he loved the most, and since this right after he accidently hurt XL as well, this must be painful for him too. There is so much foreshadowing for all the donghua-watchers only and so much tragedy underlining this scene.

The part where XL hesitated to hold Fangxin, when you know everything, hurts so much. It caused him so much trauma, wielding it would have just been such a painful reminder.

Let me move onto fangirling before I cry.

Firstly, I was waiting for the daruma doll bit for a while. He looks so cute and angry at the same time. It's adorable, and I laughed when LQQ side-eyed HC in the daruma form.

Secondly, why do HC and XL still look so HOT EVEN AS THE WEIRD CANDLE DEMONS, OMG???? HC with horns, blue skins, and black sclera is going to haunt me for DAYS, and XL looks so good with it as well. The candles on their heads look so funny though.

The next episode is for the Qi Rong simps, and I would like to remind everyone that Qi Rong, heathen that he is, is still physically hot, even if I have the visceral desire to punch him.

#heaven official's blessing #tgcf donghua #tgcf season 2 #tgcf #hua cheng #mxtx tgcf #tgcf spoilers #xie lian #san lang #lang qianqiu #mu qing #feng xin #fang xin #i love fang xin it is such a loaded blade #i love symbolic items they are such good storytellers

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cialovesklopp · 9 months

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𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 -> 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆?

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — after the release of her latest album, amara imani has everyone questioning who she declared her love to

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @aechii @locedes @lorarri

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If you haven’t listened to amara imani’s newest album, “mon amour” yet, then truly … WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?

the so-called princess of pop and r&b came back nearly two years after her career and image took a major hit and released a whole new album, with more to come, to declare her undying love to her new beau.

even though the album is only a few days old, it has already climbed the charts and positioned itself on the top. after beyoncé, amara imani is the second black woman to have her entire album in the top of the charts after only a few days. and in addition to that, she broke the record of most streams in one day on spotify and apple music. it seems that everybody wants to be part of her new lovestory.

the nigerian singer wrote fourteen astonishing love ballads about love and the feeling of experiencing it and even added two more (streets, best part ft. h.e.r & daniel caesar) after the successful numbers of her album.

but the question we’ve all been asking ourselves is of course: WHO IS SHE DECLARING HER LOVE TO? we are truly dying to know who the new man is who was able to make amara imani write an entire love album for. after all, we can count on our hands how many songs ex-boyfriend evan henderson had gotten during their relationship (and not all of those were about positive things).

the singer has confirmed that there is a new man present in her life with posts, where the singer is seen with a love struck expression on her face as well as talking in about him on jimmy fallon about her new relationship but has not revealed his identity yet. imani was also spotted with a new ring on her finger, which must have certainly been a present from her new boyfriend but has not been seen with him yet in public.

but even without knowing who her new beau is, we can all be assured that he loves her if he was the inspiration for mon amour. after listening to pov and lover, i’m sure we can all agree that we all want to be loved like that.

whether amara imani has planned a world tour is unsure yet, after the events of her last one but one thing is undebatable — again, amara imani has exceeded our expectation with her love ballad album. we desperately hope to hear an announcement or confirmation soon, so we can all thank the man who made amara imani write such a beautiful masterpiece.

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢

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amara.imani an idiot that is about to be single

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melodrangea · 6 months

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I was wondering if you could write a one shot (or headcanon if it fits better with that) of black star having feelings for the reader. But he's worried because he knows the readers family has had bad history with the star clan and thinks the reader thinks bad of him but they actually really like black star.

of course my dear <3

I love the idea of this because Black Star being from the Star Clan is one of his canonically biggest insecurities

(we don't romanticize insecurities but getting over them is fine my loves)

i pretty much am a headcannon based account because i'm a little too lazy for full sentences so I hope but a really long headcannon list is fine!

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Black Star with a S/O that's had Bad Experiences with the Star Clan

-you guys would most likely meet at the DWMA

-you and your partner had been assigned to fight Tsubaki and Black star for training

-and you either won or came really close

-from then Black Star was really impressed with you and found himself wanting to learn more about you

-so being an assassin he tried to sneak around and observe

-and being Black Star he failed miserably and was spotted by either you or your partner semi immediately

-you for some odd reason thought it was sweet and offered to hangout with/train with Black Star

-he was taken aback, blushingly he agreed

-and from then on you two just kept getting closer, you got closer to Tsubaki as well

-you and Black Star learning more about eachother, you would train and study with Black Star and soon enough you became one of the group

-at first Black Star was hesitant to introduce you to the group, partly because he was worried about what they would think of you, and partly because he didn't want to share you

-and when everyone ended up loving you he found himself even more drawn to you

-how smart you were, how driven, and just how beautiful you were; inside and out

-boy was falling in love with you and he didn't even notice

-he only knew when Soul mentioned something

-"So when are you going to ask y/n out? Or are you just going to gawk at her like a sucker on valentines day?"

-that was when it hit Black Star, just how much of a fool for you he was

-but the harder he fell, the more worried he became

-Black Star knew about your past with the Star Clan, it wasn't uncommon knowledge

-your parents were a power weapon/meister pair that got murdered by the Star Clan when your parents tried to stop them from consuming human souls

-that was 12 years ago, which was your cause for joining the DWMA, a few years go. You not only lived there like Black Star, but you joined to avenge your parents and stop all those like the Star Clan from hurting anyone else

-Black Star knew this, it was this drive to stop evil that attracted him to you in the first place, but for obvious reasons he was a nervous wreck

-he tried to get rid of any part of himself that tied him to the Star Clan; he never took you to places where he knew he was hated and never let you around people that he thought would out his secret

-he tried so hard he even made an effort of hiding his star tattoo with jackets and sleeves to make sure you didn't make the connection

-he tried, until unfortunatley, it came to bite him in the ass

-you two were out at a cafe in death city, you were just walking out; you on his arm when the pair of you ran into an old 'aquaintence' of Black Star's

"Y/n let's go"

"hm, why? didn't you want to go see that new bakery that opened up down the road?"

"we can do that another time, c'mon we need to go!"

you looked at Black Star confused, "but why? hey-?" you felt a shove as Black Star was shoved forward, taking you with him.

you turned back, ready to fight when you saw a boy, probably around sixteen. he held a bat in his hands and he looked angry.

he yelled, holding up the bat "what the hell are you doing here!?"

you huffed, letting go of Black Star's arm, he tried to grab at you but you flew past him, getting in the boy's face. "I don't know what you're problem is but we aren't doing anything so buzz off."

the boy made a gesture at Black Star with his bat, "I wasn't talking to you, stupid bitch. I was talking to him. Now who the hell let you out here!?"

you exhaled, feeling your anger rise, Black Star grabbed your forearm, his tone suddenly serious, "y/n, please, can we just go home?"

you turned back, features softening, you gave the boy one last glare and started to walk off.

the boy growled, running towards you he held up his bat ready to swing, "I wasn't down with you, you monster!!"

Black Star turned, grabbing the boy's bat he shoved him backwards, face planting into the pavement.

you turned to look back but Black Star just pulled you further, he seemed frantic to get back. so you rushed, shoes clacking against the stone pathway the boy called out;

"why are you with him? don't you know what he is? he's a Star Clan member, they eat humans like us for sick pleasure, how could you-"

"shut up." you stood still, hands gripping themselves into fists, you turned sharply, running up to the boy, "I SAID SHUT UP!!"

"y/n"

"I already know what Black Star is! And he's nothing like them. He's kind and sweet and not an ass like you. He's not a 'danger to society' he strong, he protects the people he cares for and one day he's going to surpass God himself! And he'll only do it to better himself and the people around him! I don't know where you get off on trying to make someone's life hell when they haven't done anything to you, but it stops here and now!" You stomped the ground, "You here me?! Cause I can beat your eardrums until they do!"

You looked at the boy, he was shell shocked. You huffed, turning back on your heel. A small crowd had formed by then and sheepishly you grabbed hold of Black Star's arm again.

"I'm sorry about that, I got a little carried away. We can go back now if you want."

Black Star looked at you wide eyed, they had glass over and he stammered trying to collect himself. "You knew the whole time? You knew and you don't hate me?"

You sighed, the crowd starting to disperse, "not at first, but I've known for a while. About a week after we went to that theme park a few months ago, a woman approached me while you were competing at that booth with Soul. She was freaked out, warning me that you were dangerous. I figured it out from then, tattoo's aren't common on people our age, especially stars on the shoulder."

Black Star looked down, one of his fists clenched. "but- but why?"

You chuckled, "why? Because you aren't them Black Star. You're nothing like them. So I have no reason to hold you for anything. Besides they were wiped out when you were really young, you didn't even know them. I'm just only wondering why you never told me. You didn't really think I'd hate you for something you really couldn't help did you?"

"I didn't want to lose you. I-...I love you too much for that."

The breath hitched in your throat, you look at Black Star, his eyes were glassy and he looked like he wanted to stick his foot in his mouth.

"You- you love me Black Star?" both of your faces went red, you smiled, tears lingering in your eyes, "I'm so glad."

Black Star gasped, studying your facial expressions, "wait, does this mean you-"

"I love you Black Star."

-from then on you two were inseperable

-he treats you like such a princess, he would give you the world if you let him

-he was no longer scared to take you anywhere, knowing you would have his back against anyone and anything

-Black Star would just spend his time admiring you if he could

you read in a corner by the fire, it was cold outside, and you were bundled up in soft socks and one of Black Star's sweaters (he really bought them for you, this mf doesn't get cold). You smiled, kicking your feet at a sweet moment in your book. Black Star sighed, sitting on the other side of the couch.

you looked up from your book amused, "someone bored bab- what are you looking at?"

"You're so beautiful y/n."

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oh my gosh, I LOVED writing this one

I love when a writer can feel what they're writing in their very bones

AND I COULD FEEL IT IN MY MALLEOLUS

as usual I hope you enjoyed my dear and my keyboard is forever at your service

-Melodrangea

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I wish I knew (you wanted me) Larissa / Reader angsty oneshot

Summary: Larissa announces her engagement. Reader can sense something is off.

Hi! Happy Sunday! It seems like it’s becoming a sort of tradition of mine to set you up with an angsty oneshot on the weekend, how fun (this is not a promise that this will keep happening, but it already happened two Sundays in a row, so…who knows?). Anyway, I hope you enjoy the gut-wrench that is today’s fic.

You can read it on AO3 here

Tags: Mutual Pining, marriage of convenience, angst upon angst, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, guns and taser guns, violence, blood & injury, hospitals, mentions of death, afterlife and hell, season 1 spoilers. Wordcount: 3906

You looked at her, surrounded by well-wishers, side by side with her newly-announced fiancé. By your side, Vlad leaned against the wall, his eyes on the tall frame of the principal as well. He was the one that broke the comfortable silence.

– She looks so happy. – No, she doesn't.

– What are you on about, look at her smiling away and showing off her ring. – It's a fake smile. Obviously. – What do you even mean? – How is it possible that you don't see it? Look at her eyes. When she's really smiling, her eyes crinkle up, and her nose scrunches up a little and you can almost feel the joy coming off of her. There's nothing of that sort now. She looks...hollow. – Are you sure you're not an empath? – Don't be a dick now, Vlad. You know perfectly well I am a no-show, the only normie in a family of outcasts. The only reason why they let me here at Nevermore is because of family traditions. And I managed to snag the history teaching position pretty soon after I finished uni, luckily, so I came back. – You might be a late bloomer. – Or I might actually be able to see what's plainly in front of my eyes. Whatever the reason she's doing it, it's not because it makes her happy. – Okay, maybe you are not an empath, maybe you are just obsessed with your boss. – I...am not! I look up to her, that's all. – Darling, we all look up to her, the woman is like six foot something. But when you do look at her, your eyes are basically heart shaped. Now that is plain for everyone to see. – Fat lot of good it does now, doesn't it? She’s going to get married soon anyway. It’s not like I’m going to confess to her on her wedding day. * You closed the door behind you, letting your eyes travel over her. – You look...beautiful, – you murmured, hating how your voice broke a little while saying it. She really did look glorious, her wedding gown hugging her frame, leaving her creamy shoulders bare, her collarbones decorated by a simple necklace. Her hair was coiffed in a similar updo to the one she usually wore, enriched by the lace veil cascading down her back from where it was pinned to the back of her head. Beautiful didn’t even start to describe Larissa Weems on her wedding day. And then she looked up at you from her sitting position and your breath caught in your throat at how her splendid blue eyes were bright with unshed tears.

Not the tears of nervous happiness one could expect of a bride about to get married: those were tears of heartbreak. Without thinking, you rushed by her side, kneeling beside her chair, your hand finding hers and curling around it. It was cold like a corpse's.

– You don't love him. It wasn't really a question, but she still shook her head, mutely.

– And I bet he doesn't love you either, does he? She shook her head again, pressing her lips together, as if to prevent herself from talking.

– Then why are you doing this? As the first tears broke the barrier of her lids and started rolling down her face, she looked away, unable or unwilling to answer. Resignation.

– Larissa, there's always other possibilities. You don't have to. – It's for the good of the school. – she whispered, brokenly. – But what about your happiness? Do you really want to be stuck in a loveless marriage of convenience? Something must have struck a nerve, because she bristled at this, hurt and anger and frustration mingling in her tone: – I'm doing this to protect my Nevermore family. And that includes you.

– Don't you dare tell me you are marrying him because of me. I'm sure there are other ways to solve this issue. Ways that don't condemn you to a life of regret. – Why do you even care? – I love you.

The words were out before you realized it, but even if you could, you wouldn't take them back. She needed to know. Her eyes snapped back to you, wide open, as she pressed her hand to her mouth. The tears kept streaming down her cheeks. In the silent room, you could hear the muffled sob that she was trying to hide.

– I cannot bear to watch you marry him seeing how unhappy it makes you. Her hand left her face, coming down to grip yours in a bruising hold. You could see her lips quivering as she struggled for words.

– I wish I had known...I couldn't dare to hope... – Hope for what? – My feelings to be returned.

Her voice was the faintest of whispers, but it struck you with the force of a thunderclap. You were still reeling from it when her lips were on yours, soft as you had always imagined them, but almost timid in their movements against your mouth. You kissed back, your tongue running against her mouth, tasting the saltiness of her tears before she allowed you entry, her hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, pulling you in even more, her movements now almost desperate. As if she wanted to commit the sensation to memory.

You pulled away slightly, whispering against her lips, in a prayer: – Don't marry him. Let's go back to Nevermore, regroup there. We'll find another way. We can make it work.

Her hand fell away from your nape, and she straightened up, putting distance between the two of you. You could see the pain, raw on your face, and you knew what she was about to say before her lips moved.

– I... We can't, I’m sorry. I… Screams coming from the assembled people outside interrupted whatever else she had been about to say, but her answer had been clear already. She would choose unhappiness with someone else, even if she returned your feelings. You had lost your only chance. You could feel your heart breaking all over again, even harder now that you'd allowed yourself to hope for a handful of seconds, for the time of a kiss. You stood up, feeling unbalanced on your own two feet. The terrified screams weren't stopping, echoing the despair you were feeling.

Larissa went to the window, trying without much success to understand what was going on, leaving you with your pain. As she made to move towards the door, you stopped her with a hand on her arm.

– Wait here, I'll go check. Wouldn't want your future husband to see you before the ceremony, right? That would be bad luck. – You didn’t feel guilty at the bitterness in your tone, but it pained you to see her physically recoil hearing it, as if stung.

You opened the door, eyes scanning the garden where the wedding was supposed to take place. You had left it an idyllic set-up of white flowers and chatting guests with soothing live music coming from a string quartet in the far-out corner, and in the small lapse of time you had spent indoors, it had turned into chaos. The chairs had been thrown each and every way, there were people running and screaming, the decorations flung on the floor, or hanging sideways from their original places. Where the band once stood, dark, acrid smoke was rising, tainting the clear morning air. And in the middle of it all, a horribly familiar, bulbous shape, flinging its claws around.

– Well, it seems that young Mr. Galpin has heard of his father remarrying and he’s not happy about it.

– WHAT?

– You stay here, Larissa. Stay safe. I’ll go help out.

You had learned your lesson from last year’s near-disaster. That morning you had thought about leaving your trusted taser gun home (who brings one to a wedding?), but you had felt naked without its comforting weight in your pocket and had decided to hold onto it.

You made your way towards the beast, weaving your way through fleeing people, upturned chairs and fallen debris. The smoke stung your eyes, but you could still clearly see the groom-to-be trying to talk to the Hyde while still aiming his gun at the beast. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but the Hyde was slowly getting closer to him, leaving a trace of destruction, forcing the sheriff to scramble back, behind the altar. Luckily this allowed you to arrive close enough to the both of them without the Hyde noticing you. Quickly, you took the safety away from your stun gun, and fired it to its muscular back, hoping it would spasm and lock up, incapacitating your enemy.

You weren’t so lucky.

It looked like the shock hadn’t affected the monster in the least, except for making it even angrier, and alerting it to your presence. It turned towards you, its horrifying face contorted into a growl, its arm tangling up in the thin metal wires that connected the darts to your gun. You held onto your weapon, delivering another shock: it seemed to at least cause the beast more pain than it did the first time, if the loud yelp that left its mouth was any indication. However, its flailing movements to get rid of the darts caused it to yank with inhuman strength on the cables, sending you careening through the small distance that separated you, and crashing against the monster’s chest, smacking your heads together.

It felt like hitting a brick wall. Pain bloomed in your forehead, and your vision swam, tunneling on the bulbous, horrible eyes in front of you. Everything felt like it was running in slow motion. For an interminable second, both you and the monster reeled from the hit, unable to make sense of what had just happened, and looking at each other in the eyes unblinkingly like a pair of lovestruck teenagers. Then the Hyde roared in your face, and as its fetid breath hit your face, you felt a pang of sorrow at the thought that its fangs would probably be the last thing you’d see in this life.

You blinked.

The gunshot rang in the suddenly silent garden. Was it silent? It felt silent, but you thought you could still hear some far away screaming. It almost felt like it was your name being called. How ridiculous. Why would anyone scream your name? You turned towards the sound, seeing Larissa, still clad in her wedding gown, a firearm clutched into her shaking hands.

Even then, she looked beautiful. How was that even possible?, you asked yourself as the Hyde collapsed on its shattered knee, taking you down with it. You fell on top of him as he slowly returned to his human form, unconscious due to the pain. The horribly disfigured face morphed back to the well-known one of young Tyler, who had prepared your coffee for years before trying to kill you and all of your students. Even seeing the change first-hand it was still difficult to think he and the beast were inhabiting the same body. You kept staring as the bulbous, grey skin turned back to its human, supple state, the muscles shrank, and the claws retracted back into his fingertips, pulling out from where they were plunged into your abdomen.

Oh.

You rolled on the side, looking at the puncture wounds in a sort of dream-like, detached way. The blood was only now welling up, soaking through your shirt, red blooming bright on the light cloth like a giant flower.

You heard your name again, this time as if coming from even further away. Hands were grabbing your shoulders, and you slowly looked up into Larissa’s beautiful eyes. Her lips were moving, but no sound was reaching your ears. How weird. Your lids were growing heavier, but you fought against it. You wanted to keep looking at her - she was so beautiful, even with tears once again streaming down her face. You were lucky that your feelings were returned, even if she was about to marry someone else. To have any place in the heart of such a woman was already a blessing.

You raised a hand to her cheek, to wipe away her tears, but each movement felt as if you were struggling against quicksand. You only managed to brush against her skin before your arm fell limply back to your side . She was now pressing both of her hands on your abdomen, your blood painting a stark contrast on the immaculate white of her wedding gown. It would take a lot of effort to take out the stain you thought. Was that the reason for the desperation on her face as she looked at you?

Even with that, her face is a much better last thing to see, you thought as you slipped into darkness.

Maybe it would have been better to stay dead. Or whatever you had been, you mused, as you unhappily focused your bleary eyes on the scene in front of you. Or perhaps you had died and for all of your not believing in it, you had ended up in hell itself. Probably kissing a soon-to-be-bride and trying to convince her to ditch her fiancé on the altar was some sort of sin. That would explain your own damnation.

You blinked, hoping the scene would change somehow, but it was still the same: you were lying on a bed, in an unfamiliar, too-white room. The sun was streaming in from the window to the side, illuminating a collection of flower vases on the rickety table in front of it. And near the foot of your bed, impossible not to see, a tall figure who couldn’t be anyone else but the last woman you had seen, the woman that still had your heart, whether you were actually dead or still in the realm of the living. Larissa.

Larissa, her shoulder shaking, her face hidden from view, wrapped as she was into the comforting hug of a grave-faced Sheriff Galpin. Her fiancé. Maybe her husband, now. Your heart hurt as if it was still alive, but that was probably your personal torment in hell: being forced to watch them for all of eternity. Unable to look away, unable to reach out. You had never cared for the salvation of your soul until now.

You wondered if you could close your eyes, and were surprised to find out that you could. As darkness enveloped you once again, you hoped never to see the light again.

But you did, and this time the scene had changed. Larissa was alone, sitting on a chair beside your bed. As if through a dream, you could feel the warmth of her hand on yours, and you could smell her perfume hanging in the air around you. You studied her, wondering what today’s torment would be. She was beautiful, as always, even if her face was tired, her eyes listless as they stared at your joined hands.

Maybe…maybe this wasn’t hell after all.

You tried hard to command your hand to slightly squeeze hers, to get her attention, to show both her and yourself that you were awake, that you were alive. It felt like you were trying to move a boulder with your thoughts alone. You tried again and again, straining against the block inside your head. As you were almost about to give up, you felt the tiniest twitch of your fingers, and you thought you felt a soft gasp coming from her lips, but your vision had already turned black once again.

Day after day, you would wake up, and always find Larissa by your side, be it night or day, typing away at her laptop, lost in thought, or asleep. Sometimes Sheriff Galpin would be there too, talking to her in hushed tones, or reading the paper in the other chair. You pretended to be asleep when he was there, trying to ignore the tightening of your chest at the two of them together.

You did spend a lot of time sleeping, anyways. Each small movement was a struggle that wiped you out. It took what felt like ages to be able to talk, and even then the first time you had barely managed to croak out a broken Hi and you had seen Larissa’s eyes fill with tears as she smiled at you. You had looked away, unwilling to see the pity you were sure to find there. You felt so useless.

– How long…was I out for?

Your voice still had a raspy, weird quality to it, but you were now able to have small conversations, that made you feel somewhat more human.

– It’s been five weeks as of yesterday. – You could see she was trying to act nonchalant about it, probably to avoid upsetting you.

– …Damn. – You managed to choke out. Whatever you had expected, that was not it. Had it really been that long? Five weeks was a long time to be stuck in a hospital. In five weeks a lot could change, especially in a place such as Nevermore. And how much longer would it take for you to go back to your life? If that was even in the cards? Would you be able to talk long enough to teach? To go through a day without sleeping for most of it?

– Quite. – You counted the small upturn of Larissa’s mouth at your eloquent assessment of the situation as a victory. She looked like she hadn’t had a lot of reasons to smile in the last period. She looked gaunt, tired. Having to be here by your side on top of everything else was probably putting a strain on her.

– I’m sorry.

– What for?

– For all the trouble. Having your wedding ruined, and having to care for sick teacher on top of finding a substitute… I’m sorry to have piled more stress on you.

– You must be joking. That was the least of my problems. When I saw you there, all covered in blood I thought… God, I thought… – she passed a hand on her face, as if afraid to finish her sentence. You took pity on her and spoke the words she didn’t want to.

– You thought I was dying.

– Yes. And I wouldn’t have been able to forgive me if you did. You…

– I was stupid. I was trying to help, and made… a bigger mess, as always. – You shrugged in a self-deprecating manner. Why on Earth you thought that a taser gun would work against a Hyde, one of the most dangerous outcast types known to humankind, was still a mystery. Such an idiot. And your idiocy almost costed you your life.

– Don’t you dare to say that! – She grabbed your hand, her eyes piercing yours with an intensity you had never seen in those beautiful blue gems. – If it hadn’t been for you, Donovan and possibly other people would probably be dead. What you did was heroic.

Of course she was grateful to you for saving the sheriff’s life. The man she had chosen even if she wasn’t in love with him. Was this something else that had changed in these five weeks? Had the dramatic experience brought the two closer together? Maybe they had developed those feelings that were missing from their relationship. Maybe having you out of the picture had given Larissa the peace of mind to move on.

Like you would have to do, eventually. No matter how painful it was, she would never be anything more than your boss and possibly a friend to you. Close, but always out of reach. You tried to change the subject, swallowing around the knot in your throat, and pretending that your difficulty with talking came from your accident and not from the gaping hole in your chest where your heart once was.

– Well, I guess…congratulations are in order, right?

– What do you mean?

– The wedding. I’m guessing you two… tied the knot as I was out of it. Hopefully it was… less eventful than the last time, eh, Mrs. Galpin?

It hurt. It hurt to call her that, it hurt to think of how she had clung to the sheriff’s smaller frame the first time you had woken up. It hurt just to think of them together, Jericho’s most recent couple, bound in a marriage of convenience.

– No, there…there was no marriage. We called it off.

– Oh. I see. I’ll try …not to die the next time then. Since you… waited for me to wake back up and all. – Your joke fell flat, as you imagined what a torture it would be to once again see Larissa in a wedding dress, to see her walk down the aisle, exchange her vows, and see her kiss her groom knowing how those lips had felt on yours in that one stolen kiss.

– There will be no next time. Donovan and I - we had a lot of time to talk through things. We decided this would make us both miserable. We, we broke the engagement.

– …

Try as you might, you couldn’t find anything to answer to that. You were fighting too hard to squash the sudden hope that had blossomed in your chest at that announcement. That didn’t mean anything, you tried to tell yourself. It didn’t have anything to do with you, or the kiss you had shared. She had probably just realized how dull living with Sheriff Galpin would be, or something like that.

– Aren’t you going to say anything? – Were you imagining it or had Larissa’s face just dropped slightly, were you imagining it or was there disappointment tinging her tone?

– I…I’m not sure what you want me…to say, Larissa.

She bit her lip, and lowered her eyes to where her hand was still holding yours over the hospital bedsheet. When she spoke, her voice was soft and so warm with feeling it almost took your breath away.

– When you were bleeding out, all I could think of was that I had just found the love of my life, and I had been so bloody stupid to let you go. Please, give me one chance, I prayed. I don’t even believe in a higher Being, but I was praying all the time you were unconscious. Once chance and I am going to do my best to cherish the fact that my feelings are returned. –

She snapped her eyes back to meet yours, and if her voice was full of feelings, it was nothing compared to what her eyes were showing you: – I love you. I have been for quite some time, and yet struggled with accepting it. But now I do, and I realized that no matter what my head was trying to do, my heart already belonged to you. And it is yours if…if you’d like it.

You squeezed her hand and held her gaze, trying to put into words how her words had made your heart whole again, how full and how happy your chest felt now. How hope and love were now vibrating in the air around you, composing a symphony that no human ear could ever comprehend.

In the end the only words you could squeeze out were: – I’d…love to.

But it seemed that she had understood all the other words you hadn’t said, because she squeezed your hand as well, leaning towards you until your lips met into a kiss full of promises and reciprocal love.

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sykokittyy · 2 years

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Hi! Im not sure your taking request but if you are and you do billy Hargrove can you do billy Hargrove x plus!size reader smut? I keep finding really good fics but I feel weird reading being a plus size girl. Thank you

I love this!! I most definitely can do this. Especially me being plus!size myself, I know how it feels trying to fit yourself into the story so I most definitely can do this! I hope you enjoy this anon! 🥰

𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞? —𝐛.𝐡. ❤︎︎

༻₊˚.|❥ pairing: billy hargrove x fem!plus!size!reader

༻₊˚.|❥ summary: reader and billy have been best friends since billy and his step-sister, max, transferred to hawkins, indiana. one night, billy and y/n decided to sneak billy into her room to rant and have a smoke session, when billy admits that he has feelings for y/n. what will happen next? 🤔

༻₊˚.|❥ warnings: smut (18+), (mentions of reader having insecurities), spanking, rough-sex, hair-pulling, marijuana-use, high-sex, (mentions of groping), dirty-talk, p in v, unprotected sex (put on a condom guys, and be safe), doggy style, biting, missionary, creampie, spitting, swallowing, dacryphilia.

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you and billy had been friends since after about three months he moved to hawkins. of course you and him didn’t get off at the right foot in the beginning (considering he was an arrogant little shit when you both first met), but after awhile you both started to look at each others point of views and became very close.

it started when mrs. kelly, the guidance counselor, had asked you to tutor him for his history class. you had originally wanted to say “hell no” and keep it moving, but mrs. kelly, had convinced you to help him. at first when you started tutoring him, he would either not pay attention, or just ask you some questions about yourself (which you would eventually answer).

as time passed by, billy had eventually started paying attention to the work you were helping him with, and you both got close and became the best of friends. when your high school peers found out that you two were close-friends, they went into uproar.

they would give you and him weird stares because you were the “fat girl” that somehow got close to billy in a matter of months. it pissed you and billy off when they would ask if you both were messing around with each other. not because you both thought the other wasn’t attractive, it was because they were trying make it seem like you were desperate, and he was just looking for someone to bury his dick in.

but overtime, you and him both just tuned the rumors out and continued being the best of friends. you couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t find billy attractive, hell, everyone thought he was. you even saw the moms look at him while he was working as the lifeguard at the hawkins community pool. it would be times where he would make flirtatious comments towards you, or when it would be time for you to go to the lifeguard chair and he was there, he would give you sly-smirk with a wink with those beautiful long lashes of his, making you flustered.

but most of the time, you tried not to pay too much mind to it because you thought to yourself “why would he be with someone like me, i’m not as skinny as most girls”. you didn’t think that way because you weren’t confident in yourself, because you were, but it just seemed kind’ve odd that an handsome and attractive boy like billy, would find interest in you. so you tried your best to not get your hopes up.

tonight you and billy decided that he should sneak up to your window tonight and you both were going to have a smoke-session, and talk about things that were going on in each other’s lives. he could even spend the night since your parents weren’t going to be home until 11 am tomorrow from their business trip.

you were tidying up your bedroom when you heard three taps on your window, making you quickly turn just to see billy with that prince charming smile of his and a quick wave. you quickly ran, and bent down a little to push up your window with as much force as you could, which successfully opened. you hurried up and pulled him in.

“hi billy” you said before giving him a comforting hug.

“hey sweet girl, whatchu been up to?”

“I was just cleaning up a little bit before you got here” you chuckled, “you brought the weed right?”

“yep i sure did, i brought the rolling papers also. you’ve got the snacks right?” he mocked before chuckling.

you playfully hit his shoulder. “yes i have them smart-ass, their placed in my closet, beside my bed for when we’re done.”

“thats what she said” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“shut up and roll up the joint, pretty boy” you giggled.

you soon walked over to your boom box, and started playing the song “call me” by blondie. you were swaying your hips to the beat as you listened to the song. as billy was rolling up the joint for the both of you, he couldn’t help but watch you in your element. you looked so beautiful and free that you couldn’t give a care in world to who or what was around you.

“can i have my face back dufus” you smirked.

it was then that he remembered he had to finish rolling up the joint, and stop eye-fucking you. “is that how you talk to me, when i’m the one that’s rolling this shit up?” he joked.

“yeah, yeah. however may i repay you, dear billy” you spoke sarcastically before laying beside billy on your bed where he was sitting. he chuckles, “well i do have one idea in mind”, he he looks at you and slowly licks the joint before giving you a small smirk.

you couldn’t help but feel flustered, but you chose to hide it. “you are such a man-whore billy” you laughed. he just shrugged and continued to focus on rolling up the joint, and you couldn’t help but watch him.

it made you feel so tingly inside to watch him use his tongue and his experienced fingers to roll up the joint. you could only imagine how godly he was in when it came to giving head—hell you even heard stories from around the school about it. you just wished you could be blessed to feel what the females he dealt with felt. you would damn near be willing to do anything to feel those pink lips, and tongue, and those thick calloused fingers roam across your luscious body. you could just cu—

“y/n!”, he snapped his finger together pulling you from your lewd-thoughts.

“hmm? what billy?” you said looking into the beautiful blue irises of him.

“i said that i’m finished rolling, but i forgot my lighter, do you have one?” he chuckled, knowing that you were staring again.

“umm-yeah! it’s in my nightstand, by the bed”, you smiled awkwardly.

as he was heading to your nightstand, you remembered that you had a certain something in the drawer, that you were embarrassed for anyone to know that you had it.

“w-wait billy, wait!” you panicked, but it was already too late. when billy open up the drawer, he was surprised to see that his bestfriend had a small, pink, vibrator placed next the lighter in her nightstand.

“oh y/n, i didn’t know you were into that shit” he looked back towards you to see your face flushed in embarrassment. he then holds the vibrator up to where the both of you could see. “and here i thought you were holier than though”, he smirked before you ran up to him and snatched the toy from his hands, causing him to laugh.

“oh please, don’t act like you don’t fiddle with your whistle from time to time, girl have needs too”, you said hiding it somewhere in your closet.

“really y/n? ‘fiddle with my whistle’? what are we in the second grade?” he chuckles before lighting up the joint and inhales it before releasing. “look sweet-cheeks, i’m not judging you for what you do on your spare-time.” he continues to smoke the joint before looking at you. “but why use a toy when you could get the ‘real thing’?”, he passes you the joint while continuing to look at you through those long eyelashes of his, making you look away.

you slowly began to inhale the joint, and held it in your lungs before you released it through your nose, making you feel the high quickly. “because billy, if you haven’t noticed by now, girls like me don’t really get a lot action in most cases.”

“what do you mean by “girls like you” he gave you a look of confusion.

you hesitated because you really didn’t want to explain something so difficult, but true. “i mean that “plus-size” or what some ignorant people would call “fat bitches”, don’t really have sex with a lot of people, because we’re self conscious. we can’t open up to people and give them our body because they judge our body before we even give it to them.”, you took another hit before passing it back to billy. you watched as his lips wrapped around the joint and he inhaled it while closing his eyes. leaving you to stare at his thick and pretty lashes.

“may i ask why you think that? i would like to know sweetheart.” he insisted though continuing to look at you and give you his full blown attention.

“because i don’t have the body that most girl’s have, okay? i don’t have the the thigh gap, or a petite figure with the sharp jawline and small hands.” you began to list. “instead billy, i have the stomach fat, the stretch-marks, and the “thunder-thighs” that by-the-way, i have to worry about them rubbing together and causing friction.” you ranted but billy continued to listen.

“i can’t tell you how many times that i felt so out of place, and i mean—could you blame me?especially when i would go to the pool, and i would wear that lifeguard bathing suit, and tits and ass would poke out. i would feel so exposed when people would stare at me, but i would mask it with a smile and an illusion of confidence with my head held high.” you smiled.

as billy listened to you, he couldn’t help but wish that you could see what he seen in you, and honestly he didn’t give a fuck about your weight, because he thought you were beautiful inside and out. he hung out with you because you were you, not because of your appearance. he didn’t give a flat fuck about what those immature cowards at your school thought when he began to publicly be friends with you. If you were his best-friend he was going to let that be known publicly because he wasn’t ashamed.

“hey, hey listen pretty-doll,” he places his hand on your thigh, making you look directly at him. “fuck what people think about you, okay? because let’s be damn honest, it doesn’t fucking matter in the real world.” He looked you directly in your eyes. “cause’ being “skinny” or “petite” isn’t going to stop people from always having a snobby ass opinion, okay? you could be the prettiest girl in the world, and there would be somebody trying pick at a small flaw that doesn’t fucking matter, an you wanna know why? because their fucking miserable and envious.”

as you listened to him, you couldn’t help but find him even more attractive. he genuinely cares about about you enough to let you know that you don’t have to be skinny or petite to fit in because you are fine just the way you are. these feelings you have for billy right now aren’t simmering down, their only growing to a different level.

“look all i’m saying is that you shouldn’t change yourself just because someone else doesn’t prefer you—and i mean i don’t see a damn thing wrong with your body. i love it all.” he said making a smile grow on your face. “really, billy?” you questioned.

“fuck yeah!” he insisted making you giggle a little. “i like your thick thighs, i love your thick curvy figure—and jesus christ don’t get me started on that big, luscious, plump ass of yours” he rolled his eyes to the back of his head as if he was reimagining it, as if you weren’t right there, making you blush.

“but y’wanna know what’s really admirable?” you nodded as you felt the high kick in from the joint, making your eyes lower a little. “that beautiful chubby face of yours, it looks so cute, especially when you smile.” you smile. “see, that’s what i’m talking about,” he reaches forward to lift your chin gently, “that cute smile that i look forward to seeing.”

you didn’t know if it was because of the weed that you were now starting to feel the after-effects of, but you could feel a hot pit of warmth in your lower belly. you could feel the sexual tension throughout the room, and you couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated as the lewd thoughts came running back through your mind.

you shimmied away from his touch, “oh billy, i think you’re just high—“ and you were shocked by his response, he had interrupted you by swiftly leaning forward and placing his lips upon yours. you of course kissed him back as your insides felt like they heating up with joy and excitement. his breath tasted of marijuana and the mint gum that had been long disposed earlier. you both kept a slow pace as slid his big masculine hand amongst your thighs as the other were hold your left cheek. he lowly groaned in the kiss before he pulled away softly and looked into your eyes.

“i’ve been wanting to do that for a while now” he grumbled before biting his bottom lip, making it turn cherry red.

“i can tell, you damn near sucked my face off.” you gave a soft giggles

“I can also kiss…other places doll.” his eyes trailed downwards towards your cunt before looking back up at you.

you couldn’t help but shudder at his his words. you looked at his eyes and they look like they were piercing through you. you noticed that they had became dark of lust. the look in his eyes were so intense you hurriedly looked away.

“uh uh, look at me pretty-doll” he said softly but with a hint of self-dominance. these nicknames weren’t helping with the sexual tension. but you obliged his command.

“no need to be nervous y/n, you can look at me doll, i don’t bite,” your eyes trailed to his pink lips as his face got closer to yours “well unless you want me too”. his face was so close you could feel his breath fanning over your face.

“billy? are you sure you wanna do this?” you questioned before he softly giggled.

“i should be asking you that sweet-cheeks, you look so flustered and hot, and i’ve barely even touched you” he smirked.

he began to press soft kisses on your cheek and jawline, nipping at it before leaning his lips close to your ear. “go ahead and strip for me princess, i want to see you. all of you” he said before leaning back and giving you a smug smirk with his low lustful eyes.

you looked at him to see if there were any hint of playfulness, and he raised an eyebrow he huffed a short breath to let you know that he was waiting patiently oblige to do his soft but dominant command. you slowly stood off of your bed from where he sat and watched your every move. you began to timidly bring your hands down to the hem of your shirt and pulled the shirt over your head, revealing your breasts hugged by your bra.

you could hear billy’s breath hitch in his throat a little as you proceeded to slowly unbutton your denim shorts. “good girl, keep going pretty-doll.” he praised. you pulled down your shorts and shook them of off your ankles as they lightly flew across the room. you could hell be feel exposed, so you quickly try to hide yourself with both of your arms.

he slowly got of the bed and walked towards you. “hey y/n, what did i say? i want to see all of you. not just a specific portion baby girl.” you looked at him with your doe-eyes, “but what about my stretch marks billy?” he swiftly wrapped his hands around you waist and looked down towards you in the eyes. “y/n i’m a grown ass man, i could give a shit about stretch marks. i know what i’m getting myself into.” he assured.

you didn’t do anything but nod your head. he leaned his head down and roughly pressed his lips back onto yours, making him groan the kiss. you were so into the kiss that you didn’t even notice that he was moving both of your bodies back towards your bed, until you felt your body fall back onto the mattress as he continued to kiss you. he hands were roaming all over your body, leaving you only being in your undergarments. billy starts to move his lips towards your neck and nips a spot on your neck making you let out a small moan as groaned in approval.

he lifts his head up and brings his hands towards the straps of your bra, and slides them down, while you reach behind you to detach it. as soon as you detached it, he eagerly snatched the bra off your arms and threw it behind him. “won’t be needing that.” he said before peppering kisses all over your breasts. he leaned back up and quickly began to undress himself undress from his shirt while you help him unbutton his trousers, and pulled them down to his ankles. “thank you baby” he gave you a smile. “you’re welcome daddy.” he was astounded at those words that left your precious lips.

“god y/n, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he grumbled. he proceed to kiss your breasts as he stuck out his tongue on one of your nipples before sucking on it while he squeezed the other. you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. “please, please billy, don’t stop.” you pleaded. he let go of your nipple with a wet “pop” while into your eyes. “don’t worry i don’t plan to.” he smirked.

you and billy continued kissing as he slid his hands down your body until it reached your lower belly, teasing you before reaching where you wanted him the most. he then proceeded to palm your cunt, making you squirm a little before bucking your hips. he smirk, “you’re suck a needy little slut, aren’t you? don’t worry, i’mma fuck your lights out soon doll. real soon.” he takes his thumb and begins to rub circles on your bundle of nerves.

he feels you getting wetter by the second, and your whimpers and light moans were making him wanna go feral. when you didn’t expect it, he began to put a finger at you causing you to gasp at the sudden action. “ah, shit” you moaned softly as he continued to work his finger into you. “god y/n, you’re so tight” he adds another finger and you begin to moan even louder, feeling him speed up his pace.

“yes, yes, yes billy, fuck you’re making me feel soo good baby, fuck” you threw your head back against your pillows.

he took his fingers out of your pussy, making you whimper at the loss of the pleasurable sensation, and brung his fingers to his lips and put them inside to taste you. “mhmm,” he moaned lowly. “you taste even better than i imagined.” your stomach fluttered.

“but as much as i want to taste more of you, i have to fuck you right here, right now sweet-cheeks.” he quickly got on top of you and kissed you roughly on your plump lips. he reached down and stroked his dick as it leaked of pre-cum. he spreads your legs even wider and places his dick at your entrance, making you shudder. “you ready baby girl?” you nodded almost immediately.

he placed both of his hands on your hips and slowly pushed himself in, inch by inch. you felt the delicious sting of him stretching your tight walls open to the hilt, before he bottomed out. you moans as he gave you slow strokes to adjust you around his cock. when you gave him the green light to speed up his pace, oh baby, did you know that this was going to be the ride of your life.

his pace began to speed up as he grunted and moaned your name. “fuck y/n. you’re so warm and tight. it’s like this pussy loves me pounding into it, shit!” he grunted. you couldn’t do anything but moan in response. no one had ever or could ever fuck you like this. as if he couldn’t fuck you anymore dumb, mid-stroke, he placed both of he hands behind your knees and pushed them to your chest, making him reach that sweet spot to fuck you at a deeper angle. “b-billy, you’re fucking me so good baby” your moaned. “there’s more where that came from doll, open your mouth for me” he smirked.

you obliged and he puckered his lips and spat into you mouth,“swallow, slut.” you listened, “good fucking girl” he continued to pound into you ferociously making you moan even louder. you felt like you were on the verge of cumming and he knew that too, because were clenching down onto him. just when you were about to come he quickly pulled out and flipped you over. he gripped your hips and raised them to his, making your upper body press against the mattress. he slid right back into you, and continued with his rough and quick strokes.

“are you close baby? let daddy know.” you only moaned making him bring down a rough slap to your ass cheek. “speak up, y/n. i need to understand you baby.” he gave you another smack making you jolt forward and gripped your hair into a makeshift ponytail and make you look into his eyes while fucking you. “yes—fuck billy, yes.” you moaned.

“i am too baby, just hold on a little bit longer. we’re gonna cum together” he whispers into your ear. “mhm” you moaned feeling you eyes get heavy from the weed and the overbearing sensation of his dick repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. “i can’t hold it anymore billy”, you whimpered as a few tears fell down your face of feeling like you were finna explode. he continues pounding into you while still pulling your hair that makes you bend back and look him. he leans his face down, stick out his pink tongue, and licks the salty tears that had fell from your eyes, and groaned in pleasure. he moves over to your ear as you continued to take his pounding. “cum.” he said groaned, and you immediately let go making you roll your eyes to the back of your head and let out the loudest moans. a few more strokes later, billy let out a lewd moan and stilled his hips, and came into you.

as you both were coming down from your highs. billy released your hair, and trained kisses all over your back and caressed your hips. he slid out of you, and you whimpered while his cum slipped out of you. he helped you turn back over on your back, and you lay there as he grabbed his boxer’s and went to your bathroom to go clean himself up. you heard the sink running and didn’t pay to much mind to it.

you went to your drawer and grabbed you a big, oversized t-shirt and put it on, before laying back in bed on your back. he came back in your room and stood in front of your legs before spreading them apart. you looked at him in confusion before he placed the warm, damp, cloth on your cunt and help clean you up. when he finished he placed in your dirty hamper by your closet and got right back in bed with you.

“well, i didn’t know that you could handle me like that, billy hargrove” he chuckles lightly before looking in your eyes with his lowered ones.

“oh that wasn’t a problem at all doll,” you smiled as he wrapped his arm around you.

“the question is, can you handle me?”

The End.

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p1-f1 · 8 months

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Hot Day

Kenny McCormick x AFAB reader

Warnings : Mentions of boobs, not proofread.

WC : 700

Authors notes : Heyo!! I’m still tryna adjust to school and stuff yk? So here’s a small little thing I was thinking of putting out a while back. I might redo this with Kyle or Stan, I’m not sure just yet.

The sweat beads on your forehead rolled, sliding down the bridge of your nose as the suns rays spilled onto you. Your boyfriend lay next to you, still in his ugly orange parka that he’d had for years and still, after seven years, refused to throw out.

You didn't understand it. It was, what, eighty degrees outside? And yet he didn't take the long sleeves off. But you could tell he was hot. Every few seconds he'd take his eyes off of your chest he'd sip his water bottle, sweating and panting like a dog.

Other than Kenny torturing himself with a parka, you, on the other hand, stripped down to your underclothes. It was innocent. No dirty meaning or intention to do anything afterward. Obviously, Kenny had other plans, but you were already sweating.

Both yours and his limbs were sprawled out on the small mattress, Kenny halfway off of the twin sized mat so you could have room. ( little did you know, the floor was much cooler )

“Do you think that if Issac Newton got hit with a mango instead of an apple the earth would be completely different?” You asked, mind fuzzy from the summer heat, and it was starting to show.

“Issac who?” Your dog-like boyfriend responded, he had complained before about having to remember too many names in his US history class.

“Never mind, baby.” You simple muttered, hearing shuffling from the blondes side of the bed.

When you looked over, you saw him sitting up, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. But instead of that stupid orange on his skin, it was that nice tan he had gotten from being outside twenty-four seven.

Kenny wasn’t muscular, no, but he wasn’t completely lanky. He may not eat at home, but during school hours, it’s the lunch you buy for him, half of yours, and whatever add on you buy as well. He was lanky, sure, but there’s a decent amount of meat on his bones and an outline of what you think might be a slight six pack but may just be scars.

Freckles went from his shoulders to wrists, clearing up at the end, reminding you of Kyles. Kenny was handsome, but much more pretty than most men you’ve met. He had thick eyelashes, pink cheeks that looked as soft as a cloud, a tooth gap between the teeth you oh so loved when they formed upward to a smile. Blue eyes you could get lost in that you swore were purple just yesterday.

“Princess?” Kenny’s not so muffled anymore voice rang through your ears, alerting you out of your trance. “Am I that handsome, darlin’?”

You always had admired the slight southern accent that decided to show on the nicknames that made you melt.

“More pretty. Beautiful, even.” All of a sudden it made sense why he was chosen to play the princess in those dumb games he used to play with his friends in fourth grade.

“Is that so?” His slightly scratchy and deep voice chuckled, looking down at your head that lay next to his right thigh.

“You’re beautiful as well, love.” There it was again. That smile. That smile that could light up a room, make your day, week, hell, year.

Kenny stroked your hair, the both of you watching the sun slowly set, making a gradient of red, yellow, and blue in the sky. It was getting darker, which meant it was getting colder. To Kenny, all this meant was you two could cuddle.

So, obviously, you felt arms snake around your waist and two big wet lips give you a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

“Love you so much. My princess.” He muttered into your cheek, pulling you into his lap by your hips and waist.

“So beautiful, so gorgeous.” The blonde smiles, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. It was your turn, as you ran your hair through his greasy homemade wolf cut.

“Love you too.” You mumbled back, looking up at him.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips, just a peck. Which made you forget about everything around you. Including the heat just minutes prior.

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seresinhangmanjake · 2 years

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Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: You and Jake had a history of flirting and occasionally kissing if too much time was spent at the bar, but it never went any further than that. One night, after showing up at your house and passing out on your couch, Jake wakes up the next morning only to learn he had drunkenly confessed his feelings for you.

Notes/Warnings: fluff, cursing, mentions of alcohol use. I think that’s it

Words: 1419

The pounding ache in his head was horribly splitting as he opened his eyes before quickly trying to cover them from the sunlight streaming into the room. His body was overheating under the fleece blanket, still clothed in his fitted black t-shirt and jeans, and he ran his fingers through his hair to tame the wildness that, based on his current state, he was positive was there.

What had happened the night before, he couldn’t answer for anyone, let alone himself. He vaguely recalled the Hard Deck; somewhat could still taste the remnants of whiskey on his tongue and remember the feel of the humid heat on his skin that was illuminated solely by the glow of streetlamps, but nothing more.

“Good morning, Angel-face.”

Jake’s eyebrows pinched and he finally allowed his vision to adjust, forcing his eyes to take in his surroundings in case the words he just heard in that lovely voice were a figment of his cruelly creative imagination. Carefully, he sat up on the couch, shoving the blanket to the side and turning to find you sipping your coffee in the small cream-colored kitchen with a sly smirk on your face.

“Oh, wait. That’s not right,” you said. The smirk surrendered to parted lips, your finger tapping curiously at the bottom one as if trying to surface a hazy, stashed-away memory. “Angel-face was what you called me last night, not the other way around.” Your shoulders rose and fell with the subtle snort you let out. “Silly me.”

The pilot blinked at you, still unable to trust that his mind hadn’t crafted you up, despite being in a living room surrounded by walls covered in art of your favorite things and frames full of people smiling alongside your beautiful face.

“What am I doing here?”

After swallowing a large gulp of coffee, you said, “You walked here. You know, you talk a lot when you’re drunk. Have I ever told you that before?”

“Wh—”

“I mean, a lot,” you emphasized with raised brows.

Jake groaned, tearing his eyes away from your face as he rubbed at his temple. You had not told him that before. Likely because if he was tipsy in a bar, typically so were you, and the both of you had concern for nothing other than finding a quiet spot to glue your bodies and lips together. Usually he remembered those nights, would hate himself if he ever forgot a single moment where you let him kiss you and touch you and hold you close. He didn’t get those moments when the two of you were completely sober, and if those memories were all he could have, he sure as hell was going to hold onto them with everything he had. But this was different. Most of what he knew of his last hours was filled by darkness and blank spaces, and that was the only thing convincing him that when he decided to drink in excess the night before, you must not have been around. So why then had he gone to such lengths to come find you? What had made him idiotically think that was such a brilliant idea?

“Please tell me I didn’t say anything stupid,” he said.

“Well, that really depends on your definition of stupid.”

Your sweet smile was bright enough in his peripherals to draw his attention back to you. “I’d be basing this off of your definition.”

“Oh, then yes,” you said, nodding. “You did. Plenty.”

Suddenly, shockingly, Jake was now definitely wishing for you to be a conjuring of his imagination, but even so, his stomach twisted uncomfortably at the possibility of none of this being real, despite it also being thoroughly humiliating.

“But I had a whole night to sleep on it,” you continued.

“What did I say?”

Finally, you moved closer, each step carrying your body to his only further confirming the reality of your presence. With one hand you handed him a glass of water, then with the other you pried open his fingers until his palm was flat and facing up so you could drop a few Advil for him to take. He did so as you sat beside him, completely draining the large glass of its contents.

His green eyes met your Y/E/C ones.

“You said—”

“Wait,” Jake shook his head, “don’t tell me.”

You simply shrugged in response, a little pout on your face. “If you’re sure…”

He paused, considering, before he relented and said, “Ok, first let me ask, does this end well for me? You know, after you having slept on it?”

“Oh, I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not?”

“Because it would ruin my fun.”

Jake’s eyes briefly squeezed shut as he whimpered your name, drawing out the syllables. Not too unlike when he had his hand wrapped around his cock, desperate for it to be replaced by the feel of your lips and tongue or the warmth of your tight pussy.

“Ok, Ok,” you let out a huff. “I’m not evil.”

“That is quickly becoming debatable.”

You chuckled, and before he could take another breath you were throwing a leg over his hips and lowering yourself down on top of him. That breath never came as you placed your hands on his chest and slowly slid them up until they were resting in the spaces where neck met shoulder.

Jake’s eyes were wide. He wouldn’t touch you. Couldn’t touch you; not positive that this wasn’t your playful side doing its job of teasing him. So his hands hovered cautiously by your waist.

“You said that you dream of me, often.”

“Oh God,” he mumbled.

“Of being with me. Kissing me. Sleeping with me. I think the exact words were ‘taking me in my bed until I scream for you’.”

You grinned but Jake couldn’t even appreciate it, too wary of the next words to pass your lips seeing as the ones prior were already sending him to an early grave.

“You said you had this one dream of us married with a son, and you woke up thinking it would freak you out, but it didn’t.”

“For fucks sake.”

A giggle so soft he wasn’t positive he heard it came from your throat. “You told me you love me,” you said, tone turning serious. “And have loved me for five months, one week, and six days.” Your eyebrow rose. “Which is incredibly specific, Jake.”

His head fell back against the top of the couch, neck stretching in a curve that thickened its width. One of his large hands covered his eyes as he took a deep breath that released in the form of a deep groan. “Yes, I’m aware.”

He had to accept that it was bound to come out eventually. Too many months were spent hiding the truth from you. Too many times did the words almost slip off his tongue.

Tilting your head, you said, “Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t know the exact hour, minute, and second.”

“I’m sure if I gave it a guess, I’d be pretty close to spot on.”

“That would be extremely impressive.”

The blond sighed. Because it was one thing to share some of his feelings for you, but it was entirely another to reveal every single card in his hand. And now you knew it all. You knew you had him. “I’m an idiot.”

Your touch sent a tingling along his spine when you trailed your fingers down his pecs. “No, you’re not.”

His palm lifted slightly from his face to peer at you in question. At your lack of sarcastic smirk or mocking snicker, Jake straightened his neck again.

“I mean, sometimes you are,” you backtracked, rolling your eyes, but your smile was wide as you attached your gaze to his mouth and ran your index finger along his bottom lip. “But not this time,” you whispered.

Leaning forward, you replaced that finger with your lips, and once again stole his ability to breathe properly. Your first entirely sober, completely uninfluenced kiss shocked every part of his system into brief pause. It felt too good to have your mouth on his in this way, better than he imagined possible now that every one of his senses could give their full attention to you.

He kissed you back, expertly moving his lips against yours and, finally, he let himself touch you, one hand fisting in your hair, one arm circling your waist to pull you close so he could savor every bit and piece of you that you were generously willing to share with him.

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justagalwhowrites · 4 months

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Yearling Chapter 27 Teaser 2

Y'all I am so close on this I promise. I have the last bit to write but the last like 2 or so scenes are really important and I don't want to be half asleep as I write them. THE GOOD NEWS IS I have Monday off work and I'm going to basically get up and finish this, so it'll be up pretty early Monday. Thanks for being patient! I love you guys!

P.S. - Bambi is very bi in this chapter. Like, she's always bi but the bisexuality be bisexualing this time around and anyway here's some queer Bambi history for you.

You’d first noticed Courtney when you were both 13. She was so beautiful you couldn’t help but stare at her. At first, you’d almost resented her. She was good, damn good, and she was full of charismatic smiles and she dusted glitter across her collarbones that peeked out from the top of her costume. She was exactly who your mother wished you were and, as much as you loved bronc and bull and roping, part of you wanted to be who your mother wanted you to be. You wanted to be satisfied with what she wanted for you and you wanted to be happy being who Courtney was so effortlessly. Life would be simpler and happier if you were satisfied with that and Courtney was proof that life existed. And you wanted it. You settled for beating her, for a while. Narrowing your eyes at her when you passed her at competitions, looking her way when you saw your scores narrowly eclipse hers on the board. You loved it. The only thing you wanted more than beating her was her. Hell if you knew what to do with that. In hindsight, you weren’t sure she knew, either. The first time she’d said more than two words to you was when you’d smirked at her as you held the first place trophy. You went to the locker room and you had the place almost to yourself, most of the other girls already cleaned out. The third place winner - a girl who’s name you didn’t remember - left and it was just a few seconds later that you heard the door slam into the wall. You looked up to see Courtney stalking over to you. You could see the glitter on her collarbones and her cheeks, her eyes hot and her lips full. “Want to tell me what the hell your problem is?” She demanded, getting so close to you that you could smell her body spray. It was almost sickly sweet and floral but on her it smelled good. “What did I ever do to you? Why do you hate me so much!” “I don’t hate you…” you said. “Could’ve fooled me!” She cut you off. “Why do you care?” You snapped. “We compete, we’re not friends, who cares if I hate you?” “I care!” She snapped back. “Why!” “Because I like you!” She yelled, breathless. You just blinked at her for a moment as she caught her breath, her eyes drifting to your lips. “I like you and sometimes…” She didn’t get a chance to finish. Instead, you kissed her. It was clumsy and deeply uncertain. You’d never kissed anyone before and you had no idea what you were doing, your hands locked tight at your sides as though touching her anywhere at all was against the rules but you were risking it, anyway. Her mouth was warm and soft and it seemed oddly wet even though that made sense when you thought about it. After a moment you pulled back from her slightly, your eyes wide, not really believing what you’d just done. “I’m sorry,” you said, your turn to be breathless now. “I… I don’t know…” “Shut up,” she kissed you that time, pressing you back against the lockers, stretching up to better reach your lips, her body hot on your own. You kissed her back, trying to focus and take in everything. How she tasted, how she smelled, how her costume hugged the slight curve of her waist.

#fanfic #yearling

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babybubastis · 1 year

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Ok. We need to talk about this.

⚠️ (Spoilers for Black Panther: Wakanda Forever below!)⚠️

It’s incredibly disheartening (and somewhat alarming) that there seems to be no room in fandom for any kind of nuance. I’m going to talk specifically about the Black Panther fandom and what I’m seeing/experiencing occur between Shuri x Namor shippers and some other users in the fandom. There are users on here who are, unprovoked, actively tagging and seeking out and harassing other fans for shipping the pairing. Real quick, a little personal context: for those of you who don’t know, I’m black. It has been especially demoralizing to see this type of activity occurring between black women in the fandom. I’ve seen the blackness of some fans who ship Shuri x Namor be called into question. I’ve seen fans be called clowns, and anti-black, and sick, and all manner of things. And I guess my question is: Why?

Why, as a black woman in fandom, am I not allowed to love a particular black female character, and also ship her with another character without facing harassment? Those two concepts — 1) caring for Shuri as a character and 2) wanting to see her courted and desired by the attractive (admittedly toxic) male antagonist — don’t have to be mutually exclusive. IT CAN BE BOTH. And that, contrary to some people’s beliefs, does not make me a bad person.

Wakanda Forever is a complex and beautiful masterpiece, teeming with commentary about colonialism, anti-blackness, white supremacy, grief, anger, vengeance, religion, mother-child relationships, and so much more. Why is it impossible for me, as a complex person who has complex interests, to want to talk about those more serious topics AND gush about Shuri’s interactions with the charismatic antagonist who treats her as an equal? There is clear romantic subtext in Namor’s early interactions with Shuri. The entire sequence where Shuri is in Talokan reeks of Hades/Persephone, as well as other classic romantic tropes and gestures:

Namor allowing Shuri to be brought to his hidden underwater civilization,

Him commissioning a beautifully ornate custom dress for her to wear,

Him telling her about his history and giving her his dead mother’s bracelet,

Him happily showing her around his hidden kingdom

It was all very calculated on his part, I’m sure, in an attempt to win her over to his side. But there was also obvious chemistry between he and Shuri. Hell, Riri even spells it out for us, comparing the entire gesture of giving her the custom dress to Beauty and the Beast! So it is not nearly as far-fetched as some people want to claim to ship these two, to be intrigued by their dynamic. And it is entirely possible to be just as intrigued by that as it is to be moved by the bigger, deeper, more serious concepts explored in the movie. Again, those things aren’t — and shouldn’t— be mutually exclusive. To claim otherwise is doing a disservice to the entire film as a whole, and it’s doing a disservice to Shuri as a character. She is a grown woman, complex and broken and messy. This entire movie, while being a gorgeous and poignant tribute to Chadwick Boseman, was also very much Shuri’s story. Letitia herself said in a recent interview (that she did with Tenoch Huerta) that she loved this film because the audience is really getting to see Shuri explore her womanhood and maturity.

Shuri is no longer the precocious, quippy 18-year-old that we saw in the first Black Panther. Her character arc is extremely dark in this film. She loses, again and again. We see her express rage. We see her be stubborn, we see her grieve, we see her break, we see her hopeful, we see her stepping out of her comfort zone to save Riri and to save her people. We see her succumb to vengeance and then turn around and choose mercy. There is a wealth of complexity there just bubbling under the surface, and, like the audience, Namor is clearly drawn to her. He sees something in her that mirrors something in him. It is no coincidence that they both see their mothers in that final fight scene before Shuri commands him to yield. And it is no coincidence that, when Shuri’s mind is flitting through the recent sequence of events that led up to that final battle, she sees her mother’s drowning reversed, and right after that she remembers Namor smiling as he told her about his history and his people. She remembers that, underneath the terrible things he has done, he is a human being who does everything he does for the love of his people. I have no doubt that Namor was being calculating and manipulative in regards to Shuri. He saw the chance for an alliance with her and wanted to make it work. But he also clearly connected with her on a personal level. If that weren’t true, he would have either killed her or imprisoned her the second she rejected his proposal in that cave to join him in destroying the surface world. Instead, when Shuri stated that they needed to find a peaceful way to resolve their issues, he sat and was prepared to listen (until they were interrupted by Namora alerting him to Ramonda’s summons).

It’s so clear that Namor was drawn to not only Shuri’s intelligence and strength and wit and compassion, but also to her beauty and charm and passion. Namor is the first person we see treat Shuri as a true equal — as a fully-capable, formidable counterpart. Is it so wrong to be intrigued by that? To want to see Shuri come into her own in every way and to also want to see her desired as a potential love interest? Are black women not allowed to be intelligent and complicated and powerful and desirable?

I could go on and on about Shuri and Namor’s interactions. But I will say this: were these any two other characters in any other movie, there would be no debate. The fandom at large would be salivating over the subtext and symbolism and tension and chemistry.

There are so many reasons why this ship has so many people excited. It’s the first time we’ve seen a dark-skinned black woman as THE MAIN CHARACTER in this franchise have any interaction that even hints at something remotely romantic. It’s a ship between a black woman and a Mexican man. And the most glaringly obvious reason: it’s a toxic mess. It’s unhinged, it’s chaotic, it’s explosive, it’s dynamic, it’s dark. It’s complicated and messy in a way we’ve never seen Shuri get to be. The tension and conflict and messiness of it all is what makes it so compelling. We haven’t gotten these types of multi-dimensional, complex character explorations in this franchise for a black woman before, not on this scale, not in this context, to this magnitude. OF COURSE in real life the dynamic would appalling, at best. But THIS ISN’T REAL LIFE. What so many fans seem to forget ( or ignore) is that fandom, and more specifically shipping, is supposed to be a safe space to explore all manner of complex concepts — good, bad, morally grey, relentlessly fluffy, despicably toxic, etc. — in a fictional construct where NO REAL PEOPLE GET HARMED.

Increasingly in fandom, I’m seeing this very black and white thinking, that you can only ship one thing or the other, think one thing or the other, feel one thing or the other. All nuance is thrown out the window. But the thing is, life isn’t that simple, and neither are human beings. People fall in love with people they aren’t supposed to all the time. People are messy and imperfect and toxic and complicated. People can experience emotions and hold ideas that are often in direct conflict with each other. So why do we ignore this, in fiction, of all places? Why do we demand that all fiction be sanitized and only portrayed in one way? The new, unwritten rule in fandom seems to be, if you’re going to ship, it had BETTER be the morally upright, fandom-approved ship, or else you MUST face the wrath of the fandom gatekeepers.

That is wrong, and even dangerous, on so many levels.

Let me be clear: you have every right to not like a ship. You have every right to be upset or appalled or triggered or disgusted or angered by a ship. But those emotions and reactions are YOUR responsibility and no one else’s. It is very easy on this website to curate your own experience. See a ship you don’t like? Block the user, the tag, blacklist it, whatever you need to do. Because that is the rational thing to do. Going into a ship’s tags in order to seek out users and posts that upset you in order to unleash your childish rage because you can’t be bothered to learn how to take responsibility for regulating your own emotions is infinitely worse than whatever icky ships you don’t like.

No one in this fandom is shoving this ship down your throat. We are in the tags, minding our business. We’re gushing about our favorite pairing, having silly discussions about headcanons and AUs, while also having deep and nuanced discussions about Shuri and her character growth, and about the deep themes explored in the movie and how it all interconnects. The sad thing is that I’ve seen really excellent takes about Wakanda Forever from certain users that I agree wholeheartedly with, only to then, several posts later, see them unleashing all kinds of unwarranted harassment and vitriol toward other fans simply for shipping Shuri with Namor.

At the end of the day, I can’t change people’s minds. I don’t care if you like or don’t like the ship. I DO care if you bully and harass and dehumanize me and other people because you don’t like the ship. Again: THIS IS FICTION. A lot of things that people explore and enjoy in fiction are not things we would ever condone in reality. There’s a certain catharsis in seeing characters go through toxic and even dark scenarios in a controlled environment such as fanfiction. But we understand very clearly that that is not okay in real life. I would urge those of you who are harassing shippers to please develop some critical thinking skills and learn to differentiate fiction from reality.

Fandom is supposed to be fun. Shipping is supposed to be fun. Shipping is not activism, it is not politics. And it is not supposed to be a vehicle for your own personal hatred, harassment and bullying (although it too often is).

If you’ve made it this far through my incoherent ramblings, I appreciate you. This may have no impact at all, and maybe no one gives a shit about my experience or my opinion. And that’s fine. I just felt the need to say my piece so that I can go back to shipping and writing in peace.

#black panther spoilers #black panther 2 spoilers #wakanda forever spoilers #black panther wakanda forever spoilers #black panther: wakanda forever spoilers #bpwf spoilers #black panther 2 #wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever #black panther: wakanda forever #shuri #namor #shipping discourse #black panther

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Rockstar! (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!Reader)

Summary: As soon as Eddie Munson has reentered your life, so has Steve Harrington. This leads to an awkward hang out and possibly an even awkwarder lunch.

TW: Angst, jealousy, Eddies kinda a dick, fem!reader but I tried my best to keep it gender neutral, cursing, cliff hanger ending, slight steve x reader if you squint

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: I am so glad y’all have been enjoying this series because I’m really enjoying writing it. I’ve had such a shitty week but writing this has really be therapeutic for me. I really appreciate all of the love and support and I hope you enjoy this next chapter

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3: You Again

This was your worst nightmare. Face to face with your ex boyfriend, standing in the living room of a girl who you haven’t even known for 24 hours yet. Your jaw was on the floor and you were frozen in place. You figured you had a couple of options here, the best one being to run away. You would’ve done it too, if it weren’t for the fact that your feet have suddenly become cinder blocks.

You and Eddie just stared at each other, waiting for someone to do something. You could see the panic on his face. When he heard Robin had befriended you he considered it to be a joke. There was no way in hell she actually befriended someone with such a high status like you. He never told his friends that the two of you dated, they just know his heart was broken long ago. However, he didn’t think it would be too hard for them to learn about your dating history. There were plenty of people back home who very much remember the two years you spent together and it was possible Robin heard someone mention it. Hell, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she somehow remembered seeing you in the halls together when you all attended Hawkins High at the same time. Neither of those seem to be the case though. This was just pure chance.

“Do you two know each other?” an unknown girl's voice rang out from behind Eddie. You were staring at each other like you were daring the other to speak first. Which one of you had the pleasure of informing the room full of confused young adults how you know each other.

“Know each other? This is the girl who gave me my cold, dead heart,” he said with a wicked laugh.

“Eddie please, you know I didn’t want things to end that way” you tell him.

“You sure about that? I remember it much differently sweetheart,” Eddie remarked.

Sweetheart.

A nickname that was once said as sweet as sugar, now laced with vicious poison. You tried to not be angry with Eddie considering the cause of your breakup was due to the distance, but it was hard standing face to face with him after so long. His hair was more grown out now and his body was littered with more tattoos. From an outside view, he looked the same but to you, he was even more beautiful than ever.

“You know what,” you turn to Robin, “I think I’m just gonna go,” softly smiling at her and hoping Eddie would pick up on your dejected attitude. You needed to leave before your walls break, still trying to convince yourself that you’re completely over him.

“Yeah sure, just give up instead of putting the work in. Sounds just like you Y/N,” that was a low blow, even for Eddie. Breaking up with him was the hardest thing you’ve ever done but you knew it was the best option for the both of you. You were trying your hardest to remain civil, but he was proving to make it difficult.

“Eddie, shut the hell up,” Robin starts and then turns to you, “Y/N please don’t leave. I truly didn’t know about your past with my friend here but I would love it if you could stay,” she tells you. Truthfully, you do want to stay. You really needed to get out of the house for a reason other than work but you didn’t know how you felt about these plans including your ex, the boy you were convinced you would marry one day. You look around the room and take in the group of people watching the scene unfold. You begin to feel slightly embarrassed by the whole situation, wanting to just have a chill night for once. You meet Robin's eyes and the pleading look she has makes you crack.

“Fine, I’ll stay,” you sigh. Robin's face instantly lights up with excitement, while Eddie is visibly pissed. You were determined to make some friends, and you won’t let Eddie Munson of all people keep you from that goal.

“Yay! This is so great, I’m really excited for you to meet everyone,” Robin drags you closer to the group of people sitting around the living room and introduces you to each of them. The first one is Jonathan, he seemed nice enough and you remember hearing his name around after his brother Will went missing back in ‘83. Then there was Jonathan's friend Argyle who definitely has one of the weirdest names you’ve heard in a while, and you work in the music industry. He had some of the longest hair you’d ever seen and he seemed to be high out of his mind. The only other girl in the room was Nancy Wheeler, who you have a slight memory of from school. You learned that she was the only one who didn’t live here in LA. She went to school in Boston but was on fall break visiting. You also learned from Robin that she and Jonathan are a thing. Just as you were finishing introductions you hear the front door swing open.

“Did someone order a pizza?” you hear a boy's voice call out almost hero-like.

“Hey brochacho you got one with pineapple right?, ” Argyle yells.

“No way, that's so gross dude,” the stranger responded, except he wasn’t a stranger. You recognized him as Steve “the hair” Harrington. Steve was actually someone you knew pretty well back in Hawkins. Both of your families were well-known around town which automatically brought you both together. You spent holidays with him, summers in his pool together, and would even spend time outside of your families together. You grew apart in high school though, shortly after you started to date Eddie. Steve wasn’t really an asshole, he just surrounded himself with assholes. When he heard you were dating Eddie he stopped talking to you, saying he wouldn’t be associated with a freak. Now, they seemed to be friends. When you think about it, he said the same thing about Jonathan too. Clearly, Steve had changed since high school and it was seemingly for the better.

“Oh my god, Y/N?” Steve exclaimed after seeing you. He quickly placed the pizzas down and rushed over to give you a tight hug, which took you by surprise. Steve was basically your best friend pre-Eddie and you could feel your stomach flip at the idea of having him back in your life, you really missed him sometimes. He pulled away from the hug, still holding on to you by the arms. “It’s been so long and, oh man, I am so sorry for the way we left things,” he apologizes.

“I can’t even believe you're here, why are you here?” you question, needing answers to how this peculiar friend group came to be.

“Well, it’s kind of a long story but basically-”

“You know Harrington?” you hear Eddie shout. You forgot he was still in the room for a moment and hearing his voice startled you. You turn towards him and his face is a mix between anger and jealousy.

“Yeah, we’ve been friends forever,” you tell him blatantly.

“Y/N and I go way back,” Steve informs the group, putting an arm around your shoulder. Eddie starts walking closer towards the both of you.

“We dated for, what, about three years and you never mentioned his name,” Eddie grumbled.

“Well that's kinda my fault actually,” Steve fesses up, “See, we were close but then I found out she was dating, well you, and I stopped talking to her,” you feel hurt at all of those painful nights of crying in your room after losing Steve. You never told Eddie though, not wanting him to feel guilty. “But, I’m sorry I did. Jesus, I’ve missed you,” Steve pulls you in for another hug and you can feel him kiss the very top of your head.

—

The rest of the night remains shockingly civil. You and Steve catch up on the last six years, you tell him what it’s like being a Grammy winner and he tells you what it’s like working at Family Video, which actually sounded very exciting to you. You were proud of him, being able to make his own living and not relying on his father anymore. Robin informed you that the two of them actually worked at the one in Hawkins together and now they’re both working at one here in LA. You thought it was cute how close they seem to be, but Robin made sure to clarify that they are strictly Platonic, with a capital P (her words).

You got to know the group pretty well, ending the night by getting Nancy's phone number for her place in Boston and the number for Jonathan and Argyle's apartment. You all devoured the pizza Steve got while watching the movies Robin rented after her shift at Family Video earlier. The most surprising part was that Eddie stayed the entire time, even though he stayed pretty quiet most of the time. When you left you hugged everyone goodbye, except for the metalhead, and Robin walked you out.

“ I just wanted to say I’m sorry again about Eddie,” she told you.

“It’s ok, there's no way you would have known about our past,” you softly smile at her.

“Luckily he’s hardly ever home anymore so if you wanted to you could come over again soon,” she says.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you respond.

“I think Steve would like that too,” she giggles.

“Oh trust me, Steve and I are just friends,” you assure her.

“Does he know that?” she questions. You knew Steve had a crush on you when you were kids but you always thought it was just that, a crush. You two spent so much time together it wasn’t really a surprise that he had one on you. You sometimes laugh thinking back on the time he told you he liked you. You were in seventh grade and he was in sixth. You were playing tag in your backyard when he kissed you on the cheek and asked if you’d be his girlfriend. You laughed at him and said you were far too old for him, even though you’re only five months older than him.

“Of course he knows that,” you tell her, earning a hum in response. You walk towards the curb and begin the process of hailing a taxi. When you finally get one you turn towards Robin and bring her into a giant hug. “Thank you so much for tonight, I really appreciate it. Call me tomorrow, ok?” she nods enthusiastically as you get into your transportation. You look out your window and you wave goodbye to each other as you head home for the night.

—

You were expecting to feel lonely again once you got home but you felt anything but that. You had four new friends and rekindled a relationship with your best friend. The worst part of the night was Eddie. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He prayed you didn’t notice but how could you not, his eyes were burning holes into your skin. You knew when Eddie was jealous, plenty of guys flirted with you over the course of your relationship, and that was most definitely the case tonight. The only thing that made it worse was the fact that he was even more attractive now than ever. He really grew into his features these last few years and what can you say, you’ve always been a sucker for tattoos.

You were laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about Eddie when the phone began to ring. “Hello?” you answer.

“Hey Sweetheart,” it was Eddie, speaking of the devil.

“What’d you want, Munson?” you ask expressionless.

“I wanted to apologize for today actually,” this piques your interest. Never in a million years have you known Eddie Munson to apologize.

“Oh, really?” you say surprisedly.

“Yeah, I was kinda a dick to you today,” he says sincerely.

“Yeah you kinda were,” you tell him.

“Look, since it seems like we’ll be seeing a lot of each other now, I was thinking we could get lunch or something? Maybe talk about everything,” his attitude has done a complete 180 since earlier. Truthfully, you did want to talk to him. It had been really hard not talking to him for these last few years and even though you were over him, it doesn't mean you don’t miss him. If you learned anything today after seeing Steve it’s that people change, and maybe the same applies to Eddie.

“Sure, I’d like that,” you say.

“Ok well are you free tomorrow?” he asks.

“Yeah I am actually. We could go out around 1,” you suggest.

“Works for me, is there anywhere specific you wanna go?” he asks you.

“Maybe that place on 2nd? The burger place,” you hope he knows what you're talking about.

“Yeah I know it, that’s fine. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he hangs up. Eddie knows why you chose that place and you know why you chose that place. Back in Hawkins the two of you used to go to Benny's diner all the time, before his tragic death, and this place was the closest LA had to Bennys. You would go to this diner all the time after moving out here, yearning for the taste of home.

—

Eddie too used to go to this diner all the time after moving out here, not because he missed a town that hated him but because he missed you. While you were completely over Eddie, he was nowhere near close to being over you. Eddie was convinced you were the love of his life and the last three years of his life he was dedicated to finding a way to get you back. He almost died in the Upside Down, which just pushed him even further to have you back in his life.

Now, he’ll be the first to admit that he went about this all the wrong way. He never should’ve sent Tom to that party, sending you a message from him. He never should’ve acted like such a dick when you came over either. And he really didn’t mean to get jealous over Steve Harrington, his best friend. His wake up call came abruptly though as Robin went ballistic on him after you left. She told him that he needed to get his head out of his ass and apologize like the big boy he is. He didn’t love her wording but it’s what he needed to hear.

So, here he was calling you after three and a half years inviting you to lunch. Eddie felt his heart leap out of his chest when you agreed to meet with him, he didn’t think it would be that easy. He was, however, prepared to let you yell at him tomorrow. He would stop being such an asshole and suck it up, it was time for Eddie Munson to act his age (but only for this).

—

You couldn’t believe it. Almost four years have passed since your break up with Eddie and so much has happened in your life, you’re an entirely new person now. What if he hated the new version of you, not that you should care but you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering there. You wanted to know what he’s been doing since your break up, seeing as he refused to talk when you were all hanging out earlier.

There was very little you knew about him now, except that Corroded Coffin was still going strong and he was friends with people you never would’ve guessed, like Steve. That's what you really wanted to know, how in the world are Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington friends? Luckily, you planned to have all of your questions answered at lunch tomorrow. You also planned to tell him just how freaked the fuck out you were when he sent Tom to your party. He seriously needs to tone down the creepiness. Your mind was wandering everywhere and what you really needed was some rest. You put your thoughts on hold and decided it was time to get some sleep.

You woke up that morning with a ball of nerves in your gut. You went on with your usual morning routine which consisted of a quick workout, a mango smoothie, and a warm shower. It was the same thing every morning and you were ok with that. You like routines, it gives you a sense of control in a world filled with chaos. After your routine you headed straight to the studio, having a meeting about your new album. The new album was set to release in a little over a week and the pressure was on. Your first album was super successful and while this one was projected to be even better than the first, that's still a lot of pressure on you as a person.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you’re gonna be huge,” Glenn greeted you as you walked into the studio.

“Glenn I have two Grammys, I think we’re past me being huge,” you laugh.

“I know, I know, kid,” he laughed too. You follow Glenn into the meeting room where multiple execs and PR people are waiting for you. You take a seat next to Glenn and your publicist Lisa, who gives you a hug when you enter the room. Lisa and Glenn were the closest you had to friends before meeting Robin. They took you in when you had nobody and you were very happy to have both of them.

“So, Y/N, I hear you have a thing going on with Eddie Munson,” one of the many execs says in a teasing tone, but it still makes your jaw drop. Is there now a rumor going around that you and Eddie are dating? You blame that idiot Tom. You guarantee he was telling people at your party that you and Eddie used to date, spreading around a rumor that left out the past tense.

“No. Been there, done that,” you try laughing it off, Glenn and Lisa joining you. They both were there during your breakup with Eddie, helping you pull yourself together.

“Oh my mistake. I swear, someone at the party told me you two were together currently,” you called it, fucking Tom. This would be another thing you’d be talking to Eddie about at your lunch.

“Why am I not surprised,” you sarcastically say.

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The rest of the day went by pretty quickly and before you knew it the clock read 12:30. Luckily you had a driver today so instead of taking a taxi you had Clark to take you to the restaurant. You were unsure if Eddie drove or not, remembering that stupid van he cherished so dearly in high school. This left you clueless as to if he was already there or if he’d be late in typical Eddie fashion. He was there though.

Eddie had been stressing out about seeing you again, really seeing you, that is. He was going to apologize for being such a dick towards you. He knew that much but the rest, well he was just hoping he’d make it home alive. He was a big boy now, he was willing to listen to you this time around and if you wanted to rip him a new one then so be it.

He was sitting at a booth that was closer to the back, more secluded in case you really got into it, fidgeting with each of his rings. He checked the watch on his wrist, 12:58, you’d be walking in any minute now. The closer it got to 1 the harder he found it to look at the door, scared to face you when you eventually did arrive. The diner was pretty empty right now so if he heard the bell ring he could only assume it was you. He felt as though he'd been sitting there for eternity when really it’s only been two minutes and the second the clock reaches 1… ding

He looks up and meets your eyes. You give him a small smile, so small he almost missed it, and he’s preparing himself for a conversation that would hopefully end with you back in his life, whether that be friends or something else. Eddie was hoping it'd be the something else.

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My Top 20 Favorite Characters (Remastered)

(FYI: just because a character is low on the list doesn’t mean I don’t like them)

Number 1. Ganondorf/Ganon (The Legend of Zelda) - Honestly after so many years, Ganondorf still holds up as a villain. Ganon was the biproduct of a curse created by Demise to ensure that his hate is reincarnated just so he can destroy Link and Zelda’s descendants, and Ganondorf himself was born as the only male in a desert that belonged tribe to warrior women known as The Gerudo, eventually ending up as their king thanks to Gerudo traditions. Ganondorf had a huge presence in Ocarina of Time, manipulating you into locating the Triforce and immediately took over Hyrule during your time skip. In Hyrule Warriors, Wind Waker, Twilight Princess, and A Link To The Past, he adapts in some form either that be because of genuine character development, an ego increase, or a desire for revenge. However in Breath of the Wild, the end of all three timelines, he fully succumbs to Demise’s curse and uses his hate to create an entity known as Calamity Ganon. In short, Ganon started out as an intelligent and ambitious king, a man to be exact, but eventually he turned into a beast fueled by hate. Then in Tears of The Kingdom he returns, and not only so we learn that he DIDN’T succumb to Demise’s curse after all, we learn that 1,000 years ago, he reincarnated and began to EMBRACE it becoming the new Demon King in the process, and he came back to life to continue his reign. HE ALSO WAS BEHIND CALAMITY GANON! Overall Ganondorf is a surprisingly versatile and interesting take on a evil king, combining power with intellect, tragedy, anger, class, inevitability, and pure EVIL which is why he’s the greatest villain in gaming history and fiction in general.

Number 2. Palpatine/Darth Sidious (Star Wars) - In retrospective, Palpatine is easily the best villain in cinematic history. In the first two movies of the original trilogy, he never appears once, he’s only mentioned as “The Emperor,” and based off what we heard from Vader after he chopped Luke’s hand off, The Emperor sounds like a bigger and scarier dude than Vader. Then Return of The Jedi happens, and we see that he’s just a frail old man, yet he somehow manages to not only have Vader under his thumb, and based off what we see in the climax of the movie, it was primarily based off manipulation and not the force lightning he shoots out of his fingers. Then the Prequels happened, and The Clone Wars happened, which is honestly the exact moment that young me liked him more than Vader, and the moment current me rediscovered just how well written Palpatine is as a pure evil, card carrying dark lord, and as a politician. Sure he’s one of the strongest sith lords in the series, but that alone isn’t what makes him scary. It’s his careful planning, and the best part of it is that he rarely appears onscreen, yet his presence can be felt 24/7. I am not as much of a Star Wars fan as I used to be, but I will admit that I LOVE Sheev Palpatine and I’m not afraid to say it.

Number 3. Sauron (Lord Of The Rings) - A classic example of a villain who is rarely on the field, but has such an impact on the world he inhabits. Sauron has a heavy amount of lore, the right amount of impact, the perfect fear factor, and literal omnipresence to back it all up. The creator of The One Ring is not a being to be trifled with.

Number 4. Sephiroth (Final Fantasy) - Sephiroth is one of the hardest bosses in gaming and a genuine horror villain. He is a tragic monster born from science, and a loyal “son” fo his alien mother, Jenova, but he’s still scary as hell thanks to his god complex, unlimited strength, ethereal vibes, years of experience, his ability to live off of pure spite just so he can make the lives of his enemies (and Cloud) complete hell. His appearance in of itself is creepy due to how beautiful, yet unsettling it is, thanks to his silver hair, green snake-like eyes, and perfect physique which is complimented by a black coat. However the most dangerous things about him are that he’s completely delusional, and just how far he’s willing to go to distort peoples sense reality, specifically Cloud’s sense of reality. Sephiroth a good character and phenomenal villain.

Number 5. Edelgard Von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem) - I would repeat several points about why her fans like her, and also explain just how in the wrong she is, but there’s a simpler way to explain why I love Edelgard. She’s the best take on the Rudolf Archetype in the entire series. She’s calculated, arrogant, and self-righteous, yet she’s also very charming, likable, self-aware, and had a good end goal that can resonate with some people, despite the way she intended to go about it. Her character basically mixes parts of what made SoV’s Rudolf, Arvis, and Walhart good, and places them into a single character, without making her seem unoriginal. Overall, Edelgard is the most well done villain the series has ever had. Long Live The Flame Emperor!

Number 6. Bowser (Super Mario Bros) - Bowser is a genuinely great villain and fun as hell. Sure, there are a crapton of underrated villains in the Mario series, but no matter what you cannot really hate this guy. He’s a giant fire breathing turtle-dragon who’s a evil king, but he’s also a meathead, arrogant as hell, has very cool boss fights, is a surprisingly good father to his kids, an amazing protagonist and ally, as shown in games like the Paper Mario Series, and Mario & Luigi Series, not to mention he’s one of the more likable villains in gaming. So yeah, Bowser’s a cool character and fun villain.

Number 7. Venom (The Spiderverse) - This thing. THIS FRICKIN’ THING!! To sum up this abomination and his variants throughout the Spiderverse, Venom is a gooey, parasitic being known as a symbiote that basically increases aggression in a person, eats brains and stuff found in chocolate, and gives them access to some broken ass shit, and they just so happened to bond with Spider-Man, slowly turning him into a closed off jackass and influencing his every action. That was until Spidey dumped them into the trash. Then Venom meets a suitable host that is all for ending the Web Slinger, and then boom, what we get is an angry alien out to settle a score with Spider-Man. Who their host is changes depending on the universe or point in the timeline, but the most prominent host for Venom and has been Eddie Brock, a literal loser. So that’s the lore for Venom, but if you want a summary of their character; Venom is Spider-Man’s toxic, non-binary, alien ex who is fun as hell to watch. He’s also funny as shit in some of his appearances.

Number 8. Ghetsis (Pokemon Adventures) - Ah yes, the worst father in Pokemon and the greatest villain the series has ever known. Ghetsis is Team Plasma’s founder, the father of N, and the greatest embodiment of evil this series has seen, so that kinda makes him the perfect foil to N. Ghetsis is cunning, manipulative, abusive, banal, psychotic, self-righteous, and narcissistic, not to mention that his plan was actually put together pretty well. However the best part about this guy are his BREAKDOWNS, like good lord it’s satisfying to kick this rancid old man into the dirt and watch him mentally not take a loss. As for why he’s this high, I just love knocking an evil old man down a peg with maxed out pokemon, and I love watching him be shitty just to see karma hit him like a truck. And the Adventures manga adapts all of these things PERFECTLY, with the only actual change being that he constantly puts up a gentlemanly mask, even when he should be loosing it, which makes his eventual breakdown in the final chapters of the Unova Arc so SATISFYING! So yeah, Ghetsis is entertaining as all hell, and easily the best villain in the entire series.

Number 9. Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) - I’ve grown to love Phoenix Wright, Mia Fey, Damon Gant, Fransika Von Karma, Godot, and like a majority of the most well done characters of the series, but Miles Edgeworth is truly the best out of all of these guys. His relationship with Pheonix is amazing, he’s very charming, and overall Miles has one of the best examples of character development a rival to a protagonist has ever had.

Number 10. Amity Blight (The Owl House) - If you had to ask me who my favorite Owl House characters were in no particular order, my top 5 are Eda, Hunter, Luz, Belos, and this girl. Amity in season 1 seemed like she was going to be a rival character, she definitely had the makings of one, primarily due to her demeanor, but after her first encounter with Luz, being humbled by her ex-BFF at the time, and a witches duel with Luz where her “mentor,” Lilith augmented her strength without her knowledge, we began to see Amity be more and more vulnerable, and Luz managed to help her through it a lot of the time. Heck it got to the point where she got a crush on Luz! Then as soon as you reach Understanding Willow and Season 2, we learn that Amity’s whole familial situation was a Harry Osborn situation, complete with a controlling parental figure that is genuinely evil to the brim and Alador, so as you see Amity’s positive growth as a character and see her relationship with Luz grow, you celebrate her happiness. In short, Amity rocks, and by extension Lumity!

Number 11. King Dedede (Kirby) - From a greedy penguin to a worthy rival and ally on some occasions. I swear, despite the amount of times Dedede gets possessed or brainwashed by some eldrich horror, I think we all forget that he is dank when he needs to be. Also he’s extremely funny as well.

Number 12. DIO/Dio Brando (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) - After rewatching the older parts, my love for DIO resurfaced, but if I’m being honest here, it’s because of how Part 1 portrays him as a character, and how Part 3 portrays him as a villain. In Part 1, he’s still one of the greatest evils the series has ever seen, but we also saw a human element to him in a very negative way. He was bitter, envious, and straight up angry at the world for making him the bottom of the barrel, but after becoming a vampire he’s becomes sick, scary, and pitiable. In SDC, the re-emerged DIO is out to get the Joestars, not just for revenge for Jonathan constantly humiliating him, but because he KNOWS they’ll be a threat in the long run. He’s fully embraced the Novel Dracula vibes, and he’s matured by a lot, making him a lot less egocentric, angry, and erratic, and more power-hungry, paranoid, and controlled. Like DIO was not really sane, but he did a damn good job of holding himself together, until he experienced near-death yet again. As far as I can tell, DIO’s two major outtings in the series show viewers a man who can’t live with being at the bottom rung because he was born there, and as a result he’s willing to do whatever he can to ensure that he becomes untouchable.

Number 13. Xemnas (Kingdom Hearts) - This doesn’t require much explanation, but allow me to explain. After replaying KH2, I’ve come to realize after all this time Xemnas is an amazing villain. Xemnas is the nobody of Apprentice Xehanort, his husk, an entity that can feels nothing and wasn’t meant to exist, yet he’s quite the specimen. He’s a very sinister figure due to his nature, the fact that he’s a special nobody like Roxas, his inability to feel emotion, and his belief that negative emotions are what give the heart power, but at the same time you somehow manage to feel pity for him because of these things. While what he does is his own choice, you can clearly see that while he’s a different entity from his human self, he still chooses to go in that hollow shadow because it’s in his own nature, and it ended up being his downfall. That and his boss was truly a test of your skills. TL;DR: Xemnas is amazing.

Number 14. Death/The Wolf (Puss In Boots) - The best take on The Grim Reaper. Inevitable, terrifying, enigmatic, cruel to those who try and delay the inevitable, etc.

Number 15. Jin (Xenoblade Chronicles) - Shoot me dead for this take, but Jin was a great part of a decent game. If you want an easy summary of him, he’s a living weapon that was once connected to a driver, a blade, then said driver died on battlefield, he became immortal in a sense, and lost all value in life, thus why he spends a lot of the story helping out the main villain, and his former enemy, Malos. Still, Jin is genuinely interesting, mostly because of his history with the ally blades in the game, his sense of comradary with his crew, Torna, and overall how he’s written is pretty good. There’s nothing stellar about him, but he’s still effective as a tragic villain who has a firm presence in the story.

Number 16. Dark Pit (Kid Icarus Uprising) - This angel has grown on me as a character. Dark Pit is a copy of Pit from The Mirror of Truth, and a rival for a majority of the game, however there’s a small twist. Instead of being just a “evil doppelgänger,” Dark Pit is just the equivalent of a maverick who doesn’t like being held back by anyone, which is the opposite of Pit’s whole loyal good boy soldier shtick. Still, he does help out once in a while, but Pit went missing inside a ring for a couple of years, Dark Pit vanished too, which basically drilled into his head that “Oh shit if this guy gets screwed over I get screwed over.” Heck, HE ends up being the one that saves Pit after his wings got scorched! To basically sum up Dark Pit, he’s a right way on how to do an edgy rival or a dark counterpart.

Number 17. Samus Aran (Metroid) - To summarize this lovely lady, she’s basically Nintendo’s Boba Fett with a few differences. The similarities, they both have dead parents, are skilled bounty hunters, have a similar color palette, and just look plain cool. The difference, Samus is a great protagonist, while Boba is a good one ensemble darkhore antagonist that easily could work as a one scene wonder.

Number 18. Dracula/Mathias Cronqvist (Castlevania Games) - Not the most terrifying incarnation of Dracula to exist, but he’s very close because of just how insane, persistent, and downright hateful he is. However this hatred did spawn from two tragedies, one that was his motivation for becoming a vampire, and one that finally drove him mad, but both involved a woman that he loved dying. So yeah, this Dracula is a very good tragic, yet irredeemable villain.

Number 19. Dr Eggman/Dr Robotnik (Sonic The Hedgehog) - Been lookin’ at sonic stuff again and looking at the games in retrospective… Eggman is honestly the most entertaining part of each part of the series. He’s a saturday morning cartoon villain, and he knows it, but he’s also unironically one of the most charming, versatile, and egotistical fiends in gaming. Sure he gives a little bit of a crap about Metal Sonic, Sage, and his other successful machines, but they’re his crowning achievements, so of course he’s going to treat them with “care,” while his lesser mechs get sent to the scrapyard. I also really like how out of all the Sonic characters, he’s kinda the hardest to mess up personality-wise, so you can always expect him to be stealing the show. Aside from all of that, Eggman’s just a simply a twisted take on the magnificent bastard trope, with some traditional cackling supervillain elements thrown in for good measure. I may not be a huge Sonic fan, but Dr Julian Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik is AMAZING!

Number 20. Meruem (Hunter x Hunter) - The best way to summarize Meruem without spoiling his arc is this. A monster becomes a king, and the king dies like any other person.

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