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scare (cheatrry)

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content warnings: slight mentions of smut, pregnancy scare, cheating plot, mentions of abortion, not suitable for ramadan

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Harry’s not an oblivious man.

More often than not, he considers himself to be an empath, easily picking up on mood changes pertaining to those around him. With his ex-wife, he could tell if she’d had a bad day at work just by the way she walked through the front door. With Y/N, it’s much, much easier, because, for the first time ever, she’s clearly avoiding him.

When he texted for their weekly hookup, she churned out some bullshit excuse about landscapers being at the house all day. (There weren’t. Call him insane, but he drove by on her lunch break, and her front and back yards were so quiet, you’d be able to hear the sound of leaves falling.)

And while they normally don’t interact much at school pickup — usually Harry’s being swarmed by hungry MILFs who he politely rejects each and every time — she’s taken to wearing a large pair of sunglasses over her eyes, almost as if she’s physically attempting to hide from him. It’s odd and it makes him concerned, even if he’s the one that’s repeated the same sentiment regarding their situation a million times over (“no feelings, just sex”).

His brain launches itself into the worst places it could possibly go, so on Thursday afternoon, exactly one week and a day since they last slept together, Harry tries to casually mosey over to her car as she stands there, waiting for her kids to leave school. He watches as she visibly clenches her jaw and he clears his throat, standing next to her but refusing to give her eye contact. There’s a reason they don’t ever speak too much at pickup time, and it’s always to make sure no one suspects anything.

“You’re avoiding me.” he says through gritted teeth. She inhales through her nose and he peers down from the corner of his eye to see her expression. It’s difficult to tell when she’s wearing those ridiculously oversized sunglasses.

“I’m not avoiding you.” she mutters, leaning her hip against the bumper of her black SUV.

“Then why haven’t I seen you?”

Her nostrils flare as she runs her tongue over her teeth.

“It’s barely been two weeks, Harry. Don’t be dramatic.”

He resists the urge to snort and crosses his arms over his chest. “Well fuck me for wanting to make sure you’re alright.”

“Keep your voice down,” she grumbles, flashing a forced smile to a mom who passes by them. She clears her throat and pushes her sunglasses into her hair. Harry’s relieved to finally be able to see her eyes. “I might be… pregnant.”

Despite the drop in his stomach, he’s able to maintain a stoic expression. He’s no longer the foolish teenager he once was — he and Y/N are both fully capable adults and would know how to approach an unwanted pregnancy, need be. What scares him more is the prospect of her wanting to keep the baby.

His mind is whirring at a million miles per hour when she grits out his name, bringing him back down to earth. He coughs.

“My period is late but I haven’t had a chance to pick up a test yet, so don’t get your panties in a twist.” she replies lowly. They hear the school bell ring, signaling the official end to the day. They have about four minutes before the kids come running out through the front.

“I’ll pick you up tonight at 9. Tell your husband you’re having a baking emergency or some shit.”

Y/N doesn’t have a chance to fight him before he’s walking away, headed back in the direction of his car to wait for his twins.

. . .

Harry parks down the road from Y/N’s house at 9 pm on the dot.

He feels like some sort of shitty spy with the way he’s turned his car lights off as he waits for Y/N to get in. He texted her as soon as he got there — they used to have a secret code word for their rendezvouses but it’s been months since they started, and Harry thinks they could fuck right in front of her husband and he wouldn’t even notice.

He sighs as he takes a sip from his reusable water bottle. He glances up at the rearview mirror for the tenth time in the past minute, his stomach calming some when he recognizes Y/N’s frame hustling towards his SUV. He presses the ‘unlock’ button as she wordlessly climbs in the passenger’s seat. Harry doesn’t say anything when he shifts the gear back into drive to pull out of her cul-de-sac.

Finally, he asks: “Did your husband have an issue with you leaving?”

Y/N tries not to roll her eyes.

“No, but I also didn’t tell him I was having a ‘baking emergency’, like you so kindly suggested.”

“Oh, so you told him you have to go take a pregnancy test to make sure you’re not knocked up with some other guy’s kid?”

“Stop being a dick,” she mumbles, occupying her shaky hands by playing with the ends of her hair. “Where are we going?”

“Where do you think?”

When she doesn’t reply, he sighs.

“The twins are at their mom’s for the next few days so after I dropped them off, I got a few tests from the pharmacy a few towns over. We’re going to my place so you can take them.”

Her stomach tightens. While she’s mainly worried about the results of the impending pregnancy tests, she’s also never been to Harry’s before. He’s never actually offered.

Y/N hums in response — it’s apparent she doesn’t have much of a choice, and quite frankly, she’d rather take them there than go back to her own home and do it. A silence blankets them once again as he drives through their quiet suburban neighborhood.

Until Harry clears his throat.

She cranes her neck to look at him, quirking an eyebrow as a wordless encouragement to say whatever stupid thing he’s thinking.

“If it’s positive… you’re not… you’re not gonna have the kid, right?”

She sighs noisily. “Do I look like I’m in the position to deal with that? I already feel guilty enough fucking you behind his back.”

“He pays you no attention, Y/N. Your pussy is always completely depraved when we hook up. You shouldn’t feel bad.”

Y/N ignores the way her skin warms at the casual filth that falls from his lips.

“To answer your initial question, no, I wouldn’t keep them. I would get an abortion.”

He doesn’t respond to that, which leaves her to believe it’s a satisfactory reply.

It’s only a few more minutes before Harry’s pulling into the three-car garage attached to his house. They move silently and quickly, as if any one of his neighbors could come out and see them together — she supposes it’s a possibility, but their town is usually asleep by 8:30 at the latest. She follows him in through the side door, which apparently takes them into the kitchen. He flicks some lights on as he digs in his pocket, pulling three small boxes out and tossing them on the kitchen island.

“Take your pick,” he says before nudging his chin in the direction of the hallway. “There’s a bathroom down there.”

Somehow, she’s unsurprised that he got the most expensive options — the ones with the digital screens that spell out “you’re pregnant!” with a smiley face on it. She grabs the first one and follows the direction that Harry led her in. Despite the harshness of the interior design (everything feels pristine thanks to white marbled flooring and light gray walls), she notices that he has a plethora of family photos that line the hallway. None of the pictures include his ex-wife, who left Harry three or so years ago. She remembers it being a huge deal in their small community. They were both gorgeous, a completely picturesque family that seemed completely destined to be together. Rumors flew about the divorce — everything from Harry sleeping with his wife’s assistant to her running away to Aruba — but Y/N never cared to find out what really happened. In fact, she and Harry didn’t really speak until they started sleeping together.

Her mind wanders back to the task at hand when she closes the bathroom door behind her. She’s taken many pregnancy tests in her life — she has two kids, after all. It’s a straightforward process and she gently places the cap back on the stick, placing it on the sink as she waits for it to process. After flushing and washing her hands, she nibbles on her bottom lip, watching as the little bar loads.

. . .

Harry thinks he’s going to vomit as he waits for Y/N to emerge from the bathroom.

He hasn’t felt this way in years. Despite the twins being his entire life nowadays, when his ex first got pregnant with them, he spent months sick with worry. And although Y/N already assured him that she wouldn’t keep it if she is pregnant, the thought of her carrying his child still makes him woozy.

His head snaps up when he hears the bathroom door creak open. A few moments later, her sneaker-clad feet carry her back into the kitchen. She holds the stick in her hands and Harry’s eyes bulge at it.

“Negative,” she breathes, putting it down on the table, as if to prove it. “No baby.”

He sighs out in relief. “Thank fuck.”

She nods. “Just make sure you destroy this or whatever,” she mumbles, reaching up to run a hand through her hair. It’s only then that Harry realizes how exhausted she looks. She has deep bags under her eyes and her lips look worn from constantly biting them. “Listen, I’m fine if you want to stop messing around. This was scary.”

Harry raises his eyebrows. “It was a pregnancy scare. It happens to everyone.”

“Yeah, but there’s more consequences for us.”

He shrugs. “We would’ve taken care of it.”

She’s too exhausted to fight him on his nonchalant nature, so she just sighs instead.

“I take it that you don’t want to stop, then?” she asks, pursing her lips at the male.

“Not if you don’t want to.”

“Okay,” she nods, “We’ll just need to be more careful, then.”

“Sure.”

She swallows, glancing past him to read the time on the stove. “I guess I’ll get going then.”

“I can drive you home.” he says quickly, grabbing his keys off the table.

She doesn’t reject his offer, especially now that the adrenaline from the evening has officially worn off. For the second time that night, she sits in the passenger’s seat of Harry’s car, allowing him to chauffeur her back to her house. He drives down to the spot he picked her up in, at the very end of her road so no one sees him dropping her off.

“Thank you,” she murmurs as she unbuckles her seatbelt. “Sorry about all this.”

“It’s fine, shit happens. You don’t have to go through it alone.”

It may be the nicest thing he’s ever said to her and she doesn’t know what to say. Instead, she simply flashes him a small smile before moving to open the car door.

“Wait—” Harry reaches out to press his hand to her knee. Y/N glances down at his touch and he quickly rips it away. “Are you around sometime next week? For me to come by?”

She doesn’t even consider what her schedule looks like before she turns to look at him.

“Yeah. Come over whenever you want.”

He sends her a wide grin as she climbs out of his car.

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Can you do a story on jey about his gf tryna go to bed mad at him and he ain’t having it 🤗🤭

We Ain’t Going to Bed Angry

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Jasmine)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, couple arguing, Jealousy

Summary: Jasmine wants to go to bed angry and in separate bedrooms, but Main Even Jey Uso is putting his foot down.

My first ever request....I hope you enjoy it @mya2real

Pensacola, FL

Jasmine’s POV

“Damn I finally get you alone, and all you want to do is cruise the coast and talk about your man. I hope he realizes how lucky his ass is, cause I really was trying to get your number,” Carmelo said as I laughed.

“Thanks for helping me out Melo you are a sweetie. I promise he won’t come at you with any drama,” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek as I began my walk back to Jey’s house.

I had Carmelo drop me off down the road from the subdivision. I ain’t crazy by no means, I ain’t letting just anybody know where I lay my head at night. Folks can be crazy as hell.

I groaned as my phone rang again looking down, I sighed. Another call from Jey. I knew I was wrong, but I was still pissed so I hit ignore and punched the code to be let into the subdivision. You let a bitch dance all up on you like you're single and shit.

But, oh, but when I leave yo’ ass at the club you concerned. Give me a break you weren’t worried about what I thought when she was twirling all up on your dick,” I muttered continuing my walk. I hate these fuckin’ groupies with a passion.

Jey’s POV

“Jasmine, I know you ignoring me. What you doin'? I know you had betta be on your way home. I bet he trying to fuck you ain’t he? I’mma get’em you know dat right? I’mma hurt him bad Jasmine,” I said ending the voicemail before I dug an even deeper hole.

“Well damn, you just threatened to kill Melo for nothing, Jasmine ain’t that type of woman, and you know it,” Jimmy said shaking his head at me.

“She ain’t, but I know Carmelo likes her. I knew when I brought her to a show last year. He was looking wit no damn shame Uce, and tonight she got into a car wit his bitch ass trying to make me jealous,” I said steaming thinking about Carmelo touching Jasmine in any way.

"Hell, ain’t no tryin’ in it, you jealous Uce" Jimmy said as I rolled my eyes at him.

“This woman gon’ be the death of me,” I muttered as Jimmy snickered. “Aye, sis told you not to play in her face, and you did anyway. Serves yo’ ass dead right,” he said laughing.

“I ain’t played in her face, I was just dancing with a fan,” I said oblivious to what he was trying to say.

“Uce, it wasn’t that you were dancing with her, it was how she was dancing all up on yo’ ass and you did nothing to stop it. Ya’ll was all but fuckin on that dance floor,. You lucky Jasmine didn't show her ass,” Jimmy said as I tried to think back to what happened, and when it finally clicked, I felt like an ass.

“Ok, yea, I admit it was outta pocket, but she ain’t have to leave with his ass to prove a point. She knows I’m wit her, that shit didn’t mean nothin',” I said as I heard the front door open.

A wave of relief washed over me as I saw her beautiful face as she took off her heels seemingly ignoring me. Thank God she was home safe.

“Uh, I’ll let myself out, and let ya’ll talk,” Jimmy said trying to hurry to the door but not before hugging Jasmine. “Glad you ok sis, you had me worried,” he whispered as she smiled rubbing his back. “I’m ok bro, tell Trin I’ll call her tomorrow” she whispered as I tried to keep my cool, at least until Jimmy left.

I felt my anger rising by the second. What had she been doing with Carmelo that she couldn’t pick up the fuckin’ phone? As the door closed behind Jimmy I exploded.

“Where the fuck have you been?!” I hissed trying not to wake up our son upstairs.

“I went for a ride with an old friend, is that a problem?” she asked with a bit of an attitude.

“Aye, chill with the attitude, I’m the one that should be mad. My girlfriend left me at a club to go be with another motherfucka she knows I don’t like,” I said as Jasmine rolled her eyes.

“Well, my man was dancing all up on a ho like he’s single so I guess we even, and can both be pissed the fuck off together then. Ugh, I can’t wait to go back to Georgia, this was a mistake coming here to visit, It just was too soon,” she said walking away as I followed her upstairs.

“What the fuck does that mean? You really feel visiting me was a mistake?” I asked as she stopped walking.

“Jey, all I wanted was to spend time with you, and all you’ve done is spend time with everyone else but me and our son! I feel like we don’t belong here Jey, that’s why I left in the first place!” Jasmine exclaimed as I ran my hands over my face in frustration.

I knew she was right; I had been on the go since they got here, and I had promised I wouldn’t be. I truly had no defense for my actions.

I was in keep-busy mode because that’s all I had been doing since Jasmine had left with our son a couple months ago.

This was my fault, I agreed to host that party at the club tonight knowing they were here. I asked today to be added to the meet and greet for tomorrow instead of enjoying my day off with them.

“Baby, I’m sorry ok can we just talk about it in the morning. I promise I’mma make it right please, I don’t want us to go to bed mad at each other,” I said as she sighed in defeat.

“I’m not mad, I’m hurt and I’m not going in there with you pretending everything is ok when it isn’t. I’ll sleep in the spare bedroom. I put my bags in there earlier anyway,” Jasmine said as I frowned at her not believing what she was saying.

Jasmine’s POV

“You ain’t staying in the spare bedroom, that’s for guests and this is yo’ fuckin’ home regardless of how you feel about it. “Jey I’m not,” I started as Jey cut me off firmly. “Jas! You ain’t stayin’ in there and that’s it!” Jey said as I felt myself shiver at his commanding deep voice.

I was speechless looking at him trying to remain unfazed. “You are sleepin’ in our room…. In our bed, and in my fuckin arms 'cause that’s where you belong, nowhere else,” Jey said full of conviction as I shook my head in defiance at him.

“I ain’t doin’ this wit you, I’m going to check on Jayden,” I whispered walking away from him and peaking my head into our son’s room. I couldn’t help but be in awe of him as he slept in his crib.

He’s almost a year old, and I still can’t believe we made his little amazing self; he looks so much like Jey it’s scary.

I felt Jey’s eyes on me as I turned to see him standing now in the doorway of the bedroom, we shared together for the last four years up until four months ago.

His intense gaze makin' me weaker in the knees by the second as I closed my eyes finally breaking eye contact with him, it was too intense.

“Jasmine, we been playin’ this game for four months too long…Don’t make me have to come get you. Tell our son goodnight, and get yo’ fine ass in here so we can go to bed,” I heard him say as I opened my eyes ready to give a smart-ass reply but saw he had already disappeared into the bedroom.

I could hear him shuffling around the room, then the shower started. I blushed to myself at the thought of him getting naked to take a shower. “No, remain strong Jasmine,” I whispered to myself as I went to the spare bedroom.

Jey’s POV

“I know her ass betta be in there when I get outta this shower. Sick of this shit, she knows I love her ass,” I muttered letting the hot water and steam relax me.

Ok, maybe my approach wasn’t the best, but I love my family and if I have it my way they won’t be going back to Ga if I can help it. “Jey, you got to get it together and get yo’ family back,” I muttered to myself stepping out of the shower and drying off.

Walking back into the bedroom I saw Jasmine wasn’t there. “Oh, so yo’ ass think I’m playin’ wit you huh,” I muttered to myself wrapping my towel around my waist, and heading down the hall. I could see the light under the door and as I got closer I heard her on the phone with her mom.

“Hold on mama let me put you on speaker, I'm changing," she said as I heard her mother take a deep breath. "Now like I was sayin' Mama I am trying, we came out here didn’t we,” Jasmine said as her mother laughed.

“Girl, you flew out there with hell in you, 'cause of them thirsty ass Instagram comments on his post he made about being happy ya’ll were flying out to see him. “Mama, I wasn’t mad,” Jasmine said as her mother laughed.

“Baby, he loves ya’ll. I know all the female attention he gets worries you especially since he’s on the road more with them adding more house shows,” she said as I frowned at her words as Jasmine wiped her tears.

“I know he loves us mama, and I love him. I just want him to act like he’s in an actual relationship. I mean stop making these women think they have a shot with you dude, you got a family at home waiting on you. That's why I gave him the engagement ring back and told him we needed space,” Jasmine hissed as I sighed. Damn was I that bad?

“Baby, why do you think that man has been begging, calling nonstop, and flying to Georgia on every off day he has just to come to little ol Warner Robins, GA even if it’s only for a couple hours. He misses ya’ll and wants his family back. You gotta let him in baby, this been goin' on long enough,” her mother said as I felt the need to make my presence known as I opened the door.

Walking inside I saw her standing nervously there in her bra and underwear talking to her mom as she spotted me trying not blush.

Yea, I’m looking at yo’ fine ass. Damn, my baby was fine as fuck, it had been four months too long for my liking. How the hell did I even let her leave in the first place.

Jasmine’s POV

I can’t believe he brought his ass in here, didn’t even fuckin’ knock. He is getting next to my nerves I swear. I see him lick his lips looking at me as if he could devour me whole.

I ain’t gon’ lie, I felt powerful as hell. I could see and feel his need for me, just from his intense stare that seemed to be burning a hole in my soul and it made my thighs quiver at the thought of being in his arms. He knows what he’s doing coming in here in that lil ass towel.

“I love you, sweetie, give my grandbaby my love,” my mother said as I smiled. “I will mama, good night and love you too,” I said rushing to get off the phone.

“Why are you in here?” I asked as Jey began walking closer to me almost like he was stalking his prey. “I told you to take yo’ ass in our room, but you just keep tryin’ me,” he smirked as I shrieked in shock as he picked me up and put me over his shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing?”! I hissed as Jey carried me down the hall back to our room. “What does it look like? I’m takin’ your ass back to where you belong, which is in our bed wit me with yo’ stubborn ass,” he said not missing a beat as I hit his back continuously.

“Put me down Jey! This shit ain’t funny!” I exclaimed irritated as he laughed. “Calm yo’ ass down, before you wake up the baby. I want you to myself da night,” he said slapping me hard on the ass before tossing me on the bed as tried to gather myself.

Sitting up on my elbows, my eyes met his smirking face, and it made me madder. “Oh, you want me to yourself?” I asked smartly rolling my eyes.

Yeah, I do. That ain’t gon’ never change Jasmine,” he said as I got up and tried to walk past him as he growled pulling me close.

“Jey let me,” I started as he took me in a possessive kiss, pinning my arms behind my back with one hand as the other grasped my neck, angling my mouth for better access as our tongues battled for control.

“Mmm, we can’t, we said we would wait,” I moaned against his lips as he released my arms, and I tangled my fingers in his hair. “Yes, we can baby, I got you,” Jey said picking me up by my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, as his towel fell to the floor. God, it felt so good to be this close to him again, I needed him bad.

“I want you so bad baby; Daddy missed you, and he needs his pussy,” Jey whispered against my lips as he ripped my underwear. “Fuck! I missed you too,” I moaned moving my kisses to his neck as he groaned moving us to the bed.

“Can I have you, it’s been so long Jazzy” Jey moaned gently sucking on my neck as I shivered at his use of his nickname for me.

“Jey, I’m still mad, we need to talk,” I moaned, unexpectedly gasping along with him as he entered me suddenly, both of us shivering at the feeling of our bodies and souls becoming one with each other again after four long months.

“You can be mad all you want tomorrow. Not da night, you gon’ enjoy Daddy reclaiming his pussy,” Jey moaned never stopping his thrusts as my hands clawed at his back as he hissed.

“Jey, you feel so good,” I gasped as my body felt like I was on fire, I bit his neck before attacking his neck with kisses, sucking greedily, applying pressure trying to leave my mark for the world to see. I wanted them to know he was mine.

“Yea, suck that shit and mark me up, this yo’ dick, let’em know I’m yo’ man fuck,” Jey encouraged as I purred at his words as he rolled us over with me now on top. “Jey! Shit! Mmm,” I whimpered scratching down his chest, feeling him so deep from our new position.

“Uh huh, daddy deep in his pussy ain’t he? Come on and ride Daddy's dick and tell him how much you missed him. Tell me how this pussy was made just for me,” Jey groaned grasping my hips as I began riding him slowly enjoying the jolts of electricity going all over my body.

“Mmhmm, it’s made just for you daddy, you hear her talking to you,” I moaned talking my own shit as Jey growled beneath me as the sounds of my wet pussy sinking up and down on his dick filled the room along with our moans of desperation.

“Fuck Yea, Daddy hear, see, and feel her, damn she wet and tight as fuck. Talk yo’ shit girl, you makin’ daddy dick even harder. Give me dat pussy,” Jey groaned slapping my ass before grabbing my breasts with his hands almost painfully squeezing my nipples while meeting my slow deep thrust.

Shit, he knows what to say and what to do to set my body on fire and I loved it. I’m addicted to him, and I didn’t care who knew it.

Jey’s POV

“Yea, ride that shit slow and deep, you know how much I love dat shit,” I panted biting my lip trying not to lose control. “Mmm, I guess you did miss me, Daddy. Shit, you gettin’ even harder,” Jasmine moaned swirling her hips beginning to bounce harder on my dick with wild abandon.

“Fuck yea, I missed you, only you can get me like this,” I moaned not afraid to let that shit be known slapping her on the ass again as she whimpered, her body shivering with anticipation.

"Oh! Fuck, you promise it’s only me that gets you like this…You promise,” Jasmine groaned leaning down, kissing me with all her might as I groaned complete putty in her hands. I held her closer as our eyes met.

In that moment I knew I had to let her know how I felt. “We gon be ok, you hear me,” I whispered as she nodded as a few unshed tears fell from her beautiful eyes as we both were chasing our orgasm.

“Say you hear me,” I said more demanding, sitting us up as she held on to my neck as I gripped her hips helping her keep pace, thrusting her even harder down on my dick.

The feel and sounds of her wetness was driving me insane. “Tell me you hear me Jasmine,” I moaned, sucking on her neck trying to leave my own mark. “Josh, I hear you!” She cried as I moaned in satisfaction hearing my real name fall from her lips in passion as I rained kisses from her neck back to her beautiful lips.

“I ain’t never letting you go, we workin’ this shit out,” I growled holding her gaze as I reached between us rubbing her clit, while meeting her thrust with equal power.

"Oh my God," Jasmine moaned as I knew she was close. “You gon’ cum hard for daddy? You gon’ gush on daddy’s dick ain’t you?” I said, taking her in a deep kiss as she whimpered in my arms.

“Mmhmm!” she whimpered in pleasure as our tongues danced passionately with each other as I felt her nails scratching my back as she fell apart in my arm. “Josh, I love you!” she moaned as I saw the look of ecstasy that washed over her as her orgasm took over.

“Fuck, you are so fuckin’ beautiful. I love you too,” I said feeling my dick get even harder as I kept thrusting. Yeah, you gon’ give me another one and it’s gon’ be big.

Jasmine’s POV

“Mmhmm, I want you to give me another one Jazzy,” Jey growled reversing our position as he now towered over me, playing with my sensitive clit, thrusting long and hard trying to make me cum again.

“Josh, I can't, it's too much,” I moaned as sweat dripped from his face, falling onto my chest as he kissed me speechless “I…Said. Give…It…To…. Me…Now, “Jey growled against my mouth, each thrust more powerful than the last as my pussy gripped him like a tight vice, and I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Josh! I’m cummin’!” I cried as my pussy quivered and gripped him even tighter as another orgasm rippled through my body.

“Oh yea, that’s what I wanted, shit! Give it all to me baby, I’m cumin too!” Jey groaned loudly as he came inside me. I could only hear the heavy beat of my heart and our heavy breathing in sync as he collapsed beside me holding me close as we came down from ecstasy.

“You know you I ain’t letting you go right? We a family and gon’ stay one,” he said as I smiled. “I know and I ain’t letting you go either,” I whispered as he kissed me gently.

“When I’m on the road all I think about is you and lil man, you ain’t never gotta worry bout, nothin’ girl, I love ya’ll and I ain’t messin’ dat up for nobody he said as I tried not to get emotional. "I know, baby it's ok," whispered as he held me closer.

"I was outta pocket not stopping her from dancing all up on me like that, I promise it won’t happen again,” Jey said as I sighed tracing his arm tattoo.

“I love you and I’m sorry about leaving the club with Carmelo,” I said honestly as he growled. “You had my ass trippin’ I was ready to kill his ass, Jasmine. I don’t even wanna imagine you wit somebody else,” Jey said as I shook my head.

“Can we just drop it for tonight before one of us gets mad again,” I said as he laughed.

“A'ight new rule, we ain’t never goin’ to bed angry in this house again,” Jey whispered caressing my face as I smiled. “I like that rule, no more going to bed angry,” I whispered settling in his arms as we both fell asleep.

The end

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A Complete Encyclopedia of the Lore of Every Witcher School

This is a project I've been working on for a long time. The Witcher Schools in general have lore spread across 3 or 4 different sources, so it's very easy to find inaccurate details about each school due to a person only going off of one source without even knowing of the others. Hell, I've been guilty of this in the past. So I've gone out of my way to find every source available for the various Witcher Schools and compile it into one master post, mostly pulling from the standalone Gwent game, and the Witcher TRPG. Without further ado, let's start out with the original school, the Order of Witchers.

Witcher schools are like the Clans of Skellige, subtly different, but largely united by their common ground, and that common ground is the Order of Witchers.

The Order of Witchers began as an experiment by the rogue mages Alzur and his mentor Cosimo Malaspina. They "recruited" tests subjects from orphanages, buying them from neglectful parents, or outright kidnapping street kids.

From Cosimo's Gwent Card:

"Children keep asking him for gifts. He doesn’t know why, but it really helps with finding subjects for his experiments."

The main goal of this project was to create an order of knights artificially mutated and imbued with extreme levels of magic to protect people from a world where, at the time, monsters were often literally around every corner.

The mutation experiments were grueling, and most early candidates died horribly, the girls especially, as the mutagenic compounds the mages were working with at the time were better suited for a boys physiology, and they quickly stopped trying to find a mixture that worked well with women, instead refining the more successful candidate pool. Even with these refinements, however, the Witchers couldn't actually generate much in the way of magical power, at least not nearly as much as those funding the project had hoped for.

These early candidates were encouraged to stick to political neutrality, were told of their duty to protect the common people, and their sword instructor tried to encourage them to take on knightly virtues to live their lives by, though only a few candidates actually bought fully into these particular knightly ideals.

The school developed a training regimen that all later Witcher schools would put their own small twists on. They perfected the whirling sword style, practiced on the Pendulum and Gauntlet training courses. They learned the Witcher Sign magic, created by Cosimo. They were taught hunting and monster lore from experts hired from across the world, and master alchemists crafted the famous Witcher potions.

Ultimately, funding from this school would be pulled due to the Witcher candidates lack of truly powerful magic ability, and the order would start to fracture. Witchers dissatisfied with their lot in life after being forcibly mutated, and railing against the Order's enforced ideals began getting combatative with other Witchers over petty contracts. At this time, contracts were so plentiful that there was no real need to fight over them, but these dissident Witchers did so anyway out of a desire for autonomy and to be free of the Order's code, which they saw as having no practical purpose to prepare new Witchers for the road ahead, and hypocritical as it was forced on them by the mages who never cared for the Witcher's lives. This culminated in one such outspoken Witcher, Arnaghad, attacking another Witcher who poached a contract from him.

After being forced into the painful life of a Witcher, Arnaghad loathed anyone who imposed their will upon him, the Order and it's codes especially. He led an attack on the Order proper, aided by fellow Witchers who respected his defiance towards authority. Once they were beaten back, these dissidents fled to the Amell mountain range to start the next Witcher school, the School of the Bear.

The School of the Bear is one of the most misunderstood schools of them all, owing to the first major lore drop about them being largely in-universe rumors and conjecture surrounding the school, and as such I may need to go more in depth. The two major misconceptions stemming from this is the rumor about their armor, which claims that they don't bother dodging like the other Witchers and instead take blows head on (generally a bad idea, according to Geralt in the books), and the rumor about them attacking most Witchers they meet.

I contacted Cody Pondsmith, who wrote a great deal of this lore, and he mentioned that Bears do often threaten or even fight other Witchers, but in a very Skellige way, only to ward off the other Witcher from contracts they want. The Bears just want to live lives where they aren't commanded by others, and were trained especially brutally, and so will fight for what contracts they want. However they will NEVER kill another Witcher, just draw first blood (outside of duels to decide who runs the school, which occasionally turn deadly. It's unknown if Arnaghad has ever lost these duels) and if that other Witcher stands up to the Bear, they'll let them have the contract and if they meet up and work together enough even maybe become a lifelong friend.

To quote Cody himself: "I like to think of the Witcher Order as a big family in which the Bear School is the blunt, no-nonsense brother. He can be prickly and a bit of a bully sometimes but he takes his job seriously and he can be a good drinking buddy if you get to know him. Not the friendliest of people but far from evil. If you stand up to him and show him you're not afraid of him, he'll respect you."

The other rumor is also an exaggeration. The Witcher TRPG mentions that the Bear armor was designed with flexibility in mind, and while they trained to take on weaker blows with their armor and "mastery of the Quen sign", they also trained how to move quickly in their armor if they needed to dodge a fatal blow. The Bears also still trained on the gauntlet and pendulum like the other schools. Cody Pondsmith also confirmed that the Bears are just as agile as the other Witchers.

The Bears' core philosophy is almost very Lambert like, viewing Witcher's work not as a duty, or knightly virtue, but as difficult, brutal work. The only reason they stick to this work is to do a job where no one else commands them and they're left in peace. They focus only on the practical aspects of their profession, and as such discourage their students from working together in training, since Witchers work alone. As Arnaghad said, "We pass through life alone, better get used to it!" As a result, Bears are very isolated, preferring their own company to that of other Witchers, and were encouraged to value their autonomy and self care above all else. The Bears' final trial involved climbing to the top of Mt. Gorgon and back, and any who died from the cold were left "as a sobering reminder of the dangers of their trade". Despite this, the TRPG has a list of random early training events Witchers from all schools can have, and Bears could sometimes make friends amongst their fellow witchers in training just like members of every other school.

Once the new Bear students left their keep of Haern Caduch, most wouldn't return to winter there, unlike the other schools. They developed a reputation as being terrible to fight, and for being firebrands, often speaking very bluntly, not matter who they spoke to, authority included. Once such Witcher, named Gerd, was asked by a Duchess to help kill her father. He insulted her so badly he got a warrant for his death placed on him, though all the peasants he met spoke rather highly of him. As a result, Bears found it easiest to make friends amongst the similarly minded Dwarves and Gnomes of the Amell mountains, and people of the Skellige Isles. According to Cody Pondsmith, this is the main reason the Bears stayed together as a group at all. They valued autonomy above all else and so long as they functioned as a Witcher school, they were left alone and no rulers would try and command them. They also take their ideals of free will and apply it to others, never seeking to rule over others. They simply wish to live their lives free.

One of the original Witchers to side with Arnaghad, Ivar Evil-Eye, had extra mutations done to him by the Order of Witchers during his trial, allowing him to see into other worlds. In these visions he saw the Wild Hunt rampaging across them, conquering them. Ivar became obsessed with stopping them, and tried to kill Arnaghad to take command and lead the Bear school against the Hunt. This failed, so he and his supporters left to form the Viper School.

The Witchers of the Viper school, based in Gorthur Gvaed, were said to be the most secretive, taking contracts as both assassins and witchers. They at first dedicated themselves finding a way to stop the Wild Hunt, amassing a massive library on the subject. Fighting with an unpredictable, ambushed based variant of the Witcher fighting style, Viper Witchers employed poisons, brewed by skilled Viper alchemists, on both their swords, and a dagger in their offhand, their biggest deviation from typical Witcher combat techniques.

Vipers, for an unknown reason, eventually forgot their purpose. In his time, Letho of Gullet could only guess at why the school had been founded. Instead, they became famous for their skill at political killings, dealing with the nobility of the southern countries before Nilfgaard had even become a large-scale power.

Viper students had a different type of trial, after more grueling than typical training. Instead of any physical task like the other schools, the Viper students were given a pet at their induction to the school. And to graduate, they simply had to hunt it down and kill it, showing their lack of mercy.

While most of those who supported Ivar followed him to the Viper school, one group broke off and west east, across the Korath desert, to Zerikania, founding the School of the Manticore.

The School of the Manticore was founded by the Witcher Iwan, from the School of the Bear, following Ivar's assassination attempt on Arnaghad. They got work in the Korath desert as caravan guards, earning the attention of the Zerrikanian Queen after a deadly battle with a manticore. The Queen sponsored the Witchers of the Manticore, making them the only school to be officially backed by any government. They were experts on potions and anti-toxins, a necessity of dealing with the poisonous creatures of the Korath desert.

A unique adaptation to the monsters of the desert also had Manticore Witchers employ shields into the whirling combat of their Witcher training. Given their extra support, the Manticores held two keeps, Behelt Nar and Bailsuf Alsarea, on opposite sides of the desert, so that they might better patrol and guard those within it.

The Manticore is the final school to come from the schism Arnaghad had led. The other voices of dissent against the ideals of the Order would soon hear of these new schools and decide to break off as well to form the School of the Cat.

The School of the Cat was founded out of a response to the hatred and distrust Witchers received. They desired to be seen in a better, more respectful light. Ironically, they would end up doing the opposite. The Cat School stole away with several of the mutagens needed to make more Witchers and headed to Ebbing, and Stygga Citadel, where they would begin to experiment on human-elf children in an attempt to perfect the mutations. Its possible that the mages at this time furthered experiments on making women Witchers, but this is not confirmed yet.

Attempting to make a name for themselves, the Cats hired themselves out as spies, assassins, and mercenaries, genuinely earning them some respect from common folk for killing bandits.

In their attempts to perfect the mutations and further dull the emotions of their Witchers, the Cat school experimented harshly on a group of children that resulted in the opposite, giving these Witchers hightened emotional responses instead. These students, cast aside and left for dead, fled into the arms of a group of elves, who agreed to support them if this branch of the Cat School supported the elves' fight for freedom.

This branch, led by Gezras of Leyda, attached itself to the Dyn Marv caravan and traveled the continent, lending their services mostly to those nonhumans who could pay, while the main Cats at Stygga ended up getting assaulted by angry royals incited by their political maneuvering. This left the Dyn Marv branch as the only functional element of the School of the Cat. These Cats would train students' agility in a light, fast Elven take on Witcher fighting style, and would train their balance by making students walk a tightrope, starting low to the ground at first, but getting higher and higher each attempt.

The Cat school's breaking of Witcher neutrality and reputation for bloodlust earned Witchers such a bad name that those in the Order who most cherished their old swordmaster's knightly virtues would leave to form the School of the Griffin.

The School of the Griffin, led by Erland of Larvik, wished to truly achieve the dream of the original Order, and Gryphon, the Order's sword instructor. They traveled north to Kaer y Saren, an old fortress the Order once used, and cleansed it of the spirits of those who died in the first Witcher mutations. From there, they began a Witcher school focused on respectability and honor, believing in their knightly duties. And it worked, somewhat. The Griffins were sometimes advisors to nobility, and seen as honorable, but the prejudice against Witchers would never leave, and most would never see a Griffin Witcher as anything more than a monster playing at being a knight.

These Witchers tried their best to cushion their students against the pain of their lives on the Witcher's path, and were more brotherly than the other schools, though their knightly virtues and brotherhood were oftentimes cold comfort to Griffin students.

From the Witcher TRPG Sourcebook:

"Witcher I knew couldn’t really remember much ‘bout his past. Heh, too young to really form a lotta memories when they took him to Kaer Y Seren. Told me that the memory he did have made the mutations easier. Poor bastard clung to a memory of his pa takin’ him on a horse for a ride in the fields. Don’t know why he chose that one. Probably the only normal memory he had."

The Griffins amassed a huge library of magical knowledge, though they could only push sign magic so far, and the books were likely wasted being in a Witcher library. The library held several incredibly famous tomes on magic within, and was the envy of full mages across the Northern Realms. Despite all their efforts, they never could achieve their goal of bringing about the Order of Witcher's vision. The Griffins even had their own breaches of Witcher tradition in pursuit of their knightly heroics. An often said mantra of the Griffin school in Gwent is "To slay dragons! Tis our knightly duty!" despite dragons being largely innocent, intelligent beings who mostly wish to be left in peace.

Code Pondsmith had this to say about the Griffins:

"The Griffins stuck to the knightly traditions that the original witcher order tried to uphold. As a result it's safe to say that the Griffin school taught that monsters were the enemy of mankind and must be defeated. I don't think they would all be blindly overzealous but they wouldn't have any qualms about slaying sapient monsters if they believed it was for the good of mankind. Similarly, it's likely that they would side with humans in any conflict between monsters and humans. In a way, the Griffins' knightly virtues made them easier to manipulate than the other witcher schools. They were bound to protect humanity and thus were more likely to be convinced to hunt a monster if a local noble or alderman claimed it would be for the good of the people. This is the case with the dragons. The kingdoms and jewelers guilds of the North convinced the Griffin School that dragons were a blight upon humanity and the Griffins started slaying dragons regardless of whether all of the dragons they slew deserved it. Additionally, the knightly values might make Griffin school witchers more likely to take pity on desperate humans and work for free."

Those few Witchers remaining in the Order by now traveled to northern Kaedwyn, and started a school based on their tempered, traditionalist, and realistic view on the Order's goals. They based themselves in Kaer Morhen and dubbed themselves the School of the Wolf.

The School of the Wolf is the most famous Witcher school, known for their professionalism and efficiency. They don't kill humans like the Viper or Cat. Aren't bold or brash like the Bear, or put Knightly virtues above Witcher ideals like the Griffin. I mean, anyone reading far this knows who the Wolf Witchers are, so I'm not going to get into to much detail. They're Geralt's school. Ciri's school.

They took a balanced approached to Witcher life and as such trained Witchers who were the best adjusted out of the schools, with neither the Bear's harshness nor the Griffin's egocentrism. For this, Wolf Witchers were lauded all across the Continent.

With all Schools formed, the Golden Age of Witchers began, at first with the Bears and Griffins making peace. From Erland of Larvik's Journal (The TRPG's monster manual):

"Surprisingly enough the fracturing of the witcher order had lead to a more effective organization for us witchers. Spread across the Continent and each making more witchers independently, it was no longer the task of 60 or 70 witchers to patrol the entire Continent from Nilfgaard to Kovir. Each school patrolled their own path and when a Gryphon met with a Bear each knew they had their territory and any infighting wouldn’t be worth the bloodshed. We managed to broker peace and live as somewhat estranged brothers rather than bitter enemies"

Witchers at this time were seen largely as heroes, with their detractors' voices largely simmering underneath. With Witchers around to kill monsters, people felt safe and so ignored any misgivings they might have.

Witchers, no matter the school, aren't too dissimilar from each other, and so the Cintinent at large formed an overall opinion of the Witchers based on the traits they all shared. From the TRPG:

"In the heyday of witchers there were many many seperate schools, which all mutated new witchers and taught them the neccesary skills to hunt monsters and lift curses. While it’s generally agreed that there is a core set of skills required to a be a witcher,

each school taught its students differently and focused on different aspects of witcher training. Thus, witchers from different schools often act differently and go about their jobs in similar but varied ways."

During this time, the Schools all produced hundreds of Witchers, and each was their own person, With their own preferences and personality, despite the schools themselves having reputations for Witchers with only a few certain traits. For instance, the Bear Witcher Ivo of Belhaven fought like a Viper or Cat Witcher, but in personality was a perfect fit for the Bear School with how standoffish he could be.

They also all customized their gear in different ways, usually keeping their gear in similar fashion to their school's, as its what they trained in an were used to. For example, Bear Witcher Junod of Belhaven wore what appears to be a set of Wolf School armor he had modified to fit Bear Witcher style.

Witchers also at this time experimented with signs. The Griffins obviously focused on making them more powerful, and the Bears pushed Quen to a level beyond any other school. But the most interesting case is that of Warrit, a blind Viper Witcher who used the lesser known Somne sign as a form of echolocation.

The Golden age lasted for around 150-200 years or so, ending around 1160 when the monster populations had been hunted down enough that people's main concern stopped being the monsters, and became the Witchers themselves.

The Griffin School, refusing to share the knowledge of its library, was destroyed by jealous mages. A group of peasants and mages attacked the Wolves' keep out of nowhere. The Bears failed to destroy a powerful cabal of vampires and, when peasants rioted and came for their keep, chose to disband rather than engage in needless slaughter. The Cat's keep of Stygga is destroyed, but the Dyn Marv chapter may still be alive and well. The Manticore School failed to protect an important prince from a fire elemental, and so lost their funding and closed. The Viper refused to support the Nilfgaardian usurper and were destroyed.

If you've made it this far, holy shit, thank you! I hope you have a great day!

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Ghost from your past {Creed III}

Adonis x wife! oc x onesided! Dame

Description: Spoilers for Creed 3. Jade, Adonis, and Dame were all friends when they were teenagers. However, things changed when they all grew apart. Adonis and Jade were able to rekindle their love for each other and even start a family, they get revisited by a ghost that they’ve been trying to forget about.

Authors note: I’m mentally ill for these men so I wrote more self indulgent shit. I’m gonna see how many chapters I can string out, it’s pretty weird that I’m going in reverse anyways but who cares.

{face claim @/aerincreer on Instagram}

Jade sat in her window, staring out at the street.

It was about nine pm, and nothing good happens on the streets of LA past eight. But she was waiting for something, more like someone.

Just then, the lights of a car slowly pulled into view and stopped in front of her house. She grins, leaving her window seat to go downstairs. She tip-toed past her father sleeping on the couch and walked out the front door. She had to push open her gate so it wouldn’t make a loud noise if she punched in the code. Afterward, she ran up to the car and leaned in the roll-down window.

“What you sneakin' around for shawty?” Dame grins as he stared at the light skin girl. “I was just comin' by and seein if you were up. Don’t you got class in the morning?” “Both of y’all got class in the morning” She props her arm up on the window, glancing over at Adonis. He was always nervous to talk to her, even after all these years. “Hey Donnie, why so quiet?” The boy cleared his throat, shaking his head. “That’s funny coming from you. Didn’t you just start learning how to talk?”

Jade rolled her eyes. “Yeah, six years ago. Shut up. Where y’all rolling off to?” “My match,” Dame says proudly, tapping the bag that Adonis had on his lap. “I’m ready to win baby” “Ooh! Can I come? Please?” Jade smiles, leaning towards the back seat. “You said one day I can see your boxing matches, come on Dame!” “Nah Shawty” Jade frowns, her bottom lips forming into a pout. “Why not? C'mon, you promised!” “I know I did. I keep my promises baby, You’ll see me. Check it” Dame fully turns towards her, placing his hand on top of hers.

“You’ll see me, my face plastered everywhere. My name on them announcement posters like Mike Tyson, and, you’ll be there front row when I beat his ass. You and Donnie” Jade’s smile began to grow on her face. Her head cocked to the side, “You better not be lying. Because I still think it’s unfair that I can’t see you fight” Jade backed away from the car, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow”

“Bet. The same spot as always” He nodded, putting the car in drive. “Now sneak back into your castle Rapunzel” Jade flipped Dame off before sneaking back into the gates, locking them behind her.

Adonis looked at Dame, nearly having stars in his eyes. “..Cause one day, I’m gonna save you” He pulled away from Jade’s house and went into the main road. “You like her?” Adonis asked, staring out the rearview mirror. “…Something like that.” Dame turns to his friend and grinned. “When I make it, I’ll do my thing with you, bro. Scoop out some ladies, then settle down with her.

I have it allll planned out”

“Come on Honey and Blue” Jade walked out with dry towels as the twins climbed out of the pool. She promised them that on the first warm day, they could do so, but it was drawing close to the sun setting. “Your dad is going to be home soon” Blue removes his goggles. “Will I get to show him my picture I made today?” “Of course, after you take a bath” Blue grins and ran into the house to a bathroom. Jade turns to her daughter, quiet like always. She signs to her.

‘What’s wrong?’

Honey glanced at her, shaking her head. She moved closer to her mother and leaned into her. Now she got it, she missed Adonis. That’s all. “Don’t worry, he’ll be home soon” Jade picks up the little girl and took her to the bathroom.

Hours passed and Adonis wasn’t home, it was weird. He would usually call if he was going to be at the gym late. She sat on the couch with the twins, watching Blue’s favorite Tv show while honey curled up next to her. The front door finally opened and Jade stood up. “I’ll be back, Blue watch your sister” “Okay mama”

Jade walked down the steps to the front door, her arms crossed. “And where were you?” Adonis turns towards her, a smile on his face. “Baby-“ “I called you multiple times Adonis. You had me worried sick!” Jade playfully smacked his arm. “You aren’t gonna believe who I ran into” Jade tilts her head, her eyebrows knitted together with confusion. “Who?”

“Man…This place is nice…” Jade peered passed her husband, her arms dropping to her side and her eyes widened. “What’s up lil lady?” “Dame…?” He smiled, walking passed Adonis. “At least someone remembered me first. No bullshit” He held his arms out, looking at the woman. “What? No hug for me?” Jade had conflict in her eyes. “Yeah, of course!” She hugged the man, it was strange. Seeing him after all these years.

“And who are these little rascals?” Jade’s eyes snapped open and she pulled back from the hug. She turned around and stared at the twins who stood there, Honey held her brother’s hand who greeted the stranger with a hard unwelcoming stare. “Oh, Dame. These are the twins, Honey and Blue” “Twins…y’all had twins?” Dame crouched down to the height of the children, extending his hand. “Im Uncle Dame”

Blue looked at his parents, his glare didn’t falter. “You’ll have to forgive them. The twins aren’t too fond of strangers” Dame chuckled and stood back. “It’s cool, I would be lookin at a nigga weird if someone I aint know was in my house” Jade glanced at Adonis before walking over to the twins. “It’s bedtime babies, I’ll be up soon okay?” Jade moved Blue’s face gently to look at her. “Okay?”

“…okay” Blue took Honey’s hand and lead her to their shared bedroom.

“How is it possible that they both like you and Adonis? That’s just crazy” Dame turned back to the couple that stared awkwardly at him. “Dame, how have you been? Would you like some dinner?” “Oh please, I would love to” Dame took off his jacket and placed it on the coat rack near the door. “I’ve been cool, Just got out. Tryin' to get my PO off my back” “That’s good…” Jade led the two men to the kitchen, and the chef was finishing up the meal. “Yeah, how have you been Jade?”

“I’ve been okay” Jade moved to put the plates on the table for the three of them. “Got your modeling career off the ground? I had all your shoots when I was in the pin” Jade sat beside her husband. “Did you? I always look at my early work and cringe a bit” “Nah, you still look as good as the last time I saw you” Dame watched as the chef poured the food onto his plate. “Private chef, glass floors…yall really went all Hollywood huh” Adonis chuckled and reached for his fork. “Yeah, I guess you could say that”

“No really, you guys don’t come around the hood no more.” Jade sighed as she picked with her food. “Nothing is for us there anymore. Times changed Dami” Dame smiled, pointing his fork at the girl. “Not long enough if you still callin' me Dami. It’s fine”

It was a long awkward silence, mainly on Jade and Adonis’s part. They didn’t know what to say to the man, he felt like a stranger again. The boy they grew up with, someone they just locked away and tried to forget about…he’s here in their house. “So, what do you plan on doing now that you’re out?” “I want to get back in the game” Jade rose her eyebrow. “The game…As in boxing?” Dame smiled. “Yeah, Adonis promised to put me on”

Jade side-eyes her husband quickly. “Did he…” “I told him I’ll see what I can do” Adonis corrected them, stuffing his face full of food. “Okay,” Jade pushed her plate away. She suddenly lost her appetite but she decided to look at the two men. “You know you can always come to us if you need something” “You don’t need to worry about me, Jade. I’ll get it all together” Jade stood up and gave Dame another hug before going upstairs to check on the kids.

Jade sat on the edge of the bed biting her thumb, she couldn’t sleep. She was on edge, her heart ridden with guilt. The door creaked open and she turned her head, Adonis stood in the doorway. “Hey,” He came over and sat beside her, leaning his head on her shoulder. “God I feel so horrible” She mutters quietly. “I stopped writing him a few years ago around the time me and you were getting together, I just couldn’t-“ “Hey, Hey” He grabbed her shoulders, making Jade look at him.

“It’s not your fault…You did more than me” Adonis kissed her forehead. “I never even got any of his letters.” Jade took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright…What did you promise him?” Adonis rubbed the back of his head. “Dame wants a shot in the world league to get the belt” “What?” Jade said astonishingly. “We’re getting old, even you are retired! Dame wouldn’t even have a shot against half those young guys now” “Way to have faith in him” Adonis chuckled. “Faith? I’m being real.” “The man said he kept himself in shape, so we can see”

Jade fell backward on their bed, sighing. “Just…Don’t do anything you’ll regret. You…We don’t owe him that much just because we knew him” Adonis stared at his wife as she pulled the blanket on herself. “At least, that’s what I’m trying to tell myself. I’m gonna come by the gym tomorrow to see so myself” Adonis kissed her forehead, stroking her face. “It’s going to be okay…I’m going to check on the kids” Jade snuggled deeper into the blanket. “Mhm…Okay”

Jade tried to fall into a deep sleep, but her thoughts couldn’t help but linger on her old friend. I don't owe him anything, she tried to convince herself. He made that decision by himself, she reminded. But god, it didn’t help her from feeling less bad.

#black oc #black writer #creed #creed iii #adonis creed #michael b jordan #jonathan majors #dame creed iii #self insert #black characters #x black oc #adonis creed x reader #old friends #black girl oc

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Gator Tillman x f/Reader (18+)

Main Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous TV Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Attempted kidnapping. Oral (m receiving) Anal. Unprotected sex. Derogatory name (whore, slut) cum swallowing.

Gifs & Photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @loserboygator 2nd & 4th gifs @gatorstillman 3rd gif @decidemp3

WC: 4025

Summary: Roy has tasked Gator with kidnapping his rival's daughter. Once Gator has her, he soon finds out she will do anything to get back at her controlling, even if that means sleeping with his rival's son.

"Now you know what you to do?" My father asked me while giving me a stern look, waiting for me to speak. He is probably already assuming that I will mess up and disappoint him once more.

But not this time.

I will show him that I will not fail.

"Yes. We know exactly what time him and his wife will be leaving. We wait ten minutes because we know his wife always leaves something at home. I know his daughters bedroom is on the second floor, in the back left-hand corner of the house."

I had to stop and think, but I continued once the rest came to me.

"We know where all the cameras are, and we know that once we are inside, the code to turn off the cameras. Keep our faces covered. No speaking unless we have to. Change the tone of our voice if we do speak, and no real names. Only code names."

I waited with baited breath to see if I missed anything, but my Dad just gave me a hard stare and nodded his in head approval. I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding.

"Do not mess this up, Gator."

"I won't," and I could see it in his eyes that he doesn't believe me.

The plan was all set. It was Thursday night. Date night for my Dad's s rival and his wife. The two of them always head out for the night for dinner and a movie in the next county.

My crew and I pulled up to the side of the road, in two separate cars that we came in, killing the lights.

I looked at the time and saw that it was eight minutes after 6 and that they would soon be leaving for the second time.

I didn't talk to anyone as I watched for the headlights to appear on their long driveway.

It was dark as hell, and their house was the only one for miles. I just know that he will be turning right to head out of the county, and I watched with a smirk on my face as he did exactly what I thought he would do.

They will be gone for hours, and his precious daughter will be home all alone. I know his daughter well enough. We went to school together all our lives but ran in different circles.

But one thing hasn't changed, and that is how protective her father is of her. She was never allowed to join any after-school activities. Had to go home after school, and if there were any group projects, they had to be done at her place.

I remember her once complaining to a friend of hers about wanting to be a cheerleader, but her father told her that 'no daughter of mine will be seen with any football players.'

But did that stop her from enjoying herself during what was considered school hours?

No, it did not.

When she had a spare, you would find his precious daughter under the football bleachers, with some guy, either making out or blowing him. I remember one rumour where it was said she fucked Allan Bennett under there.

I don't know how none of this didn't get back to her father. Everyone probably felt sorry for her as she was basically under house arrest the moment that school bell rang, signalling for us that it was end of day.

I didn't turn on my headlights, not wanting to give her any warning that someone was coming up the driveway.

We drove slow and parked just halfway up the driveway.

Two of us were going in, while two stayed in the car for a quick getaway. I know it is just her in the house. No other person or animal.

The lights in the front rooms of the house were turned off, but I know she is in her room. Her little safe place away from her overbearing father and her flighty mother, who kept herself buzzed with medication and wine.

The masks were on before we got out of the cars.

"Don't fuck this up." Was all I said before we walked straight to the front door. I kept look out as I waited for the door to open. Once I heard the click, I all but pushed him aside and walked slowly through the household.

It hasn't changed since the only time I was here. There was a reason why I knew where exactly her room was.

During our senior year, we had a history project that we had to work on, and I needed a good grade to pass. I was over here every day for four days straight until I stayed past the 6 PM. Her Dad practically threw me out the door the moment he realised I was Roy Tillman's son.

I don't know much of their rivalry, just that it goes back to high school. My Dad beating him out of everything and even being elected sheriff.

But this time around, the two of them were neck and neck with the next election, and there was no way that Roy Tillman was going to lose to a man who would undo everything he had done over his many terms as sheriff.

I found the security system and quickly punched in the code, smirking behind the mask at the fact that I only guessed that the code was her birthday.

I signalled to follow behind me as I headed towards the staircase. The two of us walked slowly up the stairs. I was listening for any signs that she would be heading this way, but I could only hear music coming from her room.

The music was so loud that she didn't even hear me open the door to her room, but she wasn't even paying attention.

She was lying on her back, on her bed, which was still pushed into the corner of the room, her phone above her face.

I took note of what she was wearing, and I felt my dick twitch in my pants. She was wearing the tiniest shorts possible and a long t-shirt that was bunched under her tits.

I shook my head, knowing I had to focus on the task at hand. I pointed to the end of the bed, and my partner walked to the end of the bed.

That is when she noticed that she wasn't alone. Her phone dropped on her face as she screamed.

She tried to run, but she ran straight into my chest as I pushed her back onto her bed.

I grabbed her wrists in my hands as she tried to kick me. My partner took the zip ties and put one around her ankle and another around her wrists.

She was screaming and fighting us the whole entire time. I went to cover her mouth, but she spit at me. I couldn't help but laugh behind the mask as I gripped her cheeks and put duct tape over her mouth.

The last thing I saw before putting a sleeping mask over her eyes was her glaring at me.

I carried her down the stairs and out the front doors, knowing we didn't have much time until her parents came home. Knowing her father has checked the security cameras and seen that they have been turned off.

I placed her in the trunk of my car, her still screaming behind the mask the whole entire time.

I just chuckled as I closed the lid on her, still screaming.

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The two cars sped through the hills towards my family's cabin that hasn't been used in years, but I knew this was the best spot to keep her.

We finally stopped in front of the cabin. I came up here a week ago and cleaned the place as it was covered in dust and to get rid of any bugs.

Now it was safe to talk, but I still wasn't going to, which I made it quit clear when I told them this plan.

I opened the trunk, and she didn't fight this time. She was slack over my shoulder as I carried into the cabin.

I placed her on the couch and removed the sleeping mask, and I watched as she blinked a few times, trying to get used to the light once more.

Her focus turned to me, and her eyes narrowed. I could see her lips moving behind the duct tape, and I was wondering what she was saying.

So I decided to rip it off, and she let out a little cry.

She then spit at my feet and turned her glare back towards my face, which was still behind the mask.

"Fuck you, Gator."

Good thing the mask was still on my face because I was shocked that she knew it was me.

"Suprised that I know it is you? You are the only one who in this godforsaken county that wears that much gel in their hair and styles it like that."

I turned to look at the other three and nodded my head to have them follow me outside.

Once the door was closed, I pulled up the mask, and the others followed.

"Go home. She doesn't need to know who you three are."

"Gator, are you sure?"

"Yes. Go. Change the plates like we planned. I can handle her from here."

I saw the three of them look at each other, knowing if that I mess up, they will have to deal with one pissed off Roy.

"I said go." I was starting to get pissed off. Here, I am trying to protect their asses, and they are refusing to leave.

"Look, I will check in with Roy later. He doesn't expect to hear from any of you. Change the plates before you go, and leave one here for me." I turned and walked back into the cabin, slamming the door behind me and locking it.

I sat across from her, and the two of us just looked at one another, not saying a word. I rubbed my hands up and down my thighs, and I saw that she looked down at the movement and then back into my eyes.

"So, did your Daddy put you up to this?" My dick twitched at the way she said, Daddy. "I can only imagine so. I mean, of all the elections, my father is close to beating Roy for once, and I bet your Daddy is scared."

"He isn't scared darlin'." I said much too quickly, letting her know I was lying.

"Oh Gator, the little boy who would do anything for his Daddy's praise, but to only ever end up being a disappointment."

I saw red as I jumped out of the chair and wrapped my still gloved hand around her throat and squeezed.

"Shut your fucking mouth. You have no idea what you are talking about." I didn't notice at the time that her breathing picked up, and she closed her eyes slightly and moaned softly.

"Did I hit a nerve?" She questioned as I let go of her throat and took a step back, glaring down at her.

"You know Gator, you could have just asked me to help you."

"The perfect daughter?" I scoffed as I flopped back into the chair that was across from her.

"You mean the controlled daughter. The daughter who still has a curfew at my age. I still need permission to hang out with friends, go to the movies. You saw how it was for me growing up, and it is worse now."

"What are you saying?" I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering where she was going with all of this.

"I will do anything to get back at my father, and by proxy, my mother, who let's him control me."

"Anything? Why got some dirt on your old man that you can give me?"

Now it was her turn to scoff and chuckle at me. "Him? No, he doesn't even jay-walk. Does the speed limit, doesn't do any illegal drugs, and has no mistresses."

"Then what are you getting at?"

I watched as she bit her lip and looked me up and down. "The only thing he cares about is his image. That is why he has me on such a short leash, and is so controlling. Imagine if word gets out that I, his perfect daughter, ended up sleeping with his rival's son. He would drop out of the election, leaving your father the winner once more."

"And what makes you think I would sleep with you?"

"Oh Gator, I see the way you look at me. Even as teens. Even when I see you at the diner, or when I seem to see you when I am shopping."

She has got me there. Even now, the thought of her willing to sleep with me has me squirming around in my seat, just like I would have done if I was a teenager.

"How will he know you slept with me?"

"Record it."

"You ready?" I asked her, as I looked down at her. She was on her knees and looking up at me. Her wrists were still ziptied, at her request. "More than anything, Gator." She softly said. The way she said my name had a shiver go up my spine.

I pressed the record button on my phone, which I had placed on the table, not far from us. There was no turning back now. I placed my thumb on her bottom lip, and she wrapped her tongue around it and started to suck on it.

"Can't wait to feel your tongue and mouth on my cock." My cock is so hard, and it as has been ever since she suggested fucking me and recording it.

With a loud pop, she let go of my thumb, and I placed the thumb under her chin as I undid my belt and pulled down my pants with her help.

My cock was already leaking as it slapped against my stomach. I gripped my cock with my hand, and jerked it a few times. She stuck her tongue out and I placed the head of my cock on her tongue.

Her eyes closed as she wrapped her lips around the tip, and I had to force myself to keep my eyes open, as I didn't want to miss a single moment of my cock disappearing down her throat. I know she can deep throat. That is all I heard in high school.

My breathing picked up as she slowly took me inch by inch in her mouth and down her throat until her nose was resting in pubic hair.

I gripped the back of her head and held it in place. "Gonna fuck your face darlin'."

I pulled my hips back slightly and then thrust back into her mouth, increasing my speed and pace until I was using her mouth like my own personal flesh light. She had tears streaming down her face, and I decided to give her a break.

I pulled all the way out, and she took a deep breath as soon as she could, but to my suprise, she placed my cock in her mouth and took me completely down her throat once more.

"Oh, you want to be treated like a fuckin' whore huh? Alright." I gripped the back of her head once more. I fucked her mouth for who knows how long. She had spit dripping out of the sides of her mouth, onto her chin and tits.

I pulled out once more, and she was gasping for air, but I didn't pay any mind to that. I gripped her still bound wrists and pulled her up, reaching for the phone and bringing it to her face, wrapping my hand around her throat.

"Say hi to your Daddy." I sneered.

"Hi Daddy." She squeaked.

"You see how much of a little whore your precious daughter is? She just had a Tillman's cock down her throat."

I placed the phone back in position. I sat on the couch and pulled her along with me, making her face the other way so her back was against my chest.

She sat down in my lap, and I spread her legs as far as they could go. Wanting him to see what I am going to do to his precious daughter.

I reached down and started rub her pussy and her clit. She was already soaked. With my other hand, I shoved two fingers inside her tight pussy, swearing at the feeling of her pussy already trying to choke my fingers.

"Pussy so tight, how is my cock going to fit huh?" She didn't say anything as I was moving my fingers in and out of her pussy and rubbing her clit. I stopped running her clit and pulled my fingers out of her pussy.

"What the fuck Gator? I was so," She let out a cry as I slapped her pussy, making her try to close her legs. "You are not the one in charge here. I am. Now me a good girl, and open your mouth."

Her mouth dropped before my sentence was even finished. I shoved the two fingers that were in her pussy, in her mouth and commended she suck, which she did.

"Good girl." I praised as I pulled my fingers from her mouth. I wrapped my arm around her waist and lifted her while my other hand held my cock steady, as I rubbed it against her pussy, making sure that I get it nice and wet.

The moment the tip was engulfed by her warm and tight pussy, I let out a loud moan, as did she. "That's it." I said as she slowly took me inside of her. "I know, darlin', it is too big for your little pussy."

She kept gasping my name as she sunk down on me, now my cock is buried deep in her pussy and we are getting this all on camera. I can only imagine what she looks like as I spread her legs wide.

"Now enjoy the ride, and don't forget to scream my name." I put my arms under her legs and started to pound up into her.

Her head flung back against my shoulder as she cried out my name. "Look at me." I snarled, and she turned her head to look up at me. Her eyes half closed due to the pleasure.

"Who owns this pussy?" I asked loudly, making sure the camera caught what I was saying.

"You do." She replied, but that wasn't good enough for me. I stood up and walked us over to the table, never once leaving her pussy.

I pushed her face forward onto the table and gripped her hip, while my other hand pulled her head back to have her look into the camera.

"I will ask you again, who owns this pussy?"

"Gator." She cried out as she moved her hips, trying to get some type of friction instead of just warming my cock.

"Do not test me. Who. Owns. This. Pussy?" Each word was followed by a hard thrust.

"Fuck! Gator Tillman does. Oh fuck, Gator Tillman." She sobbed out.

"Good girl." Was all she got from me as I pounded into her pussy. My pace was brutal as I fucked her. She screamed out my full name as she came. I almost followed behind her, but I wasn't ready to stop this.

I finally let go of her head to wrap my arm around her waist and pulled her back against my chest. The only sounds in the room are her mumbling my name and my cock going in and out of her pussy.

"Should I fuck your ass too? Let your father know who your real Daddy is?" Her pussy seemed to get tighter, if that was possible around my cock.

I pulled out of her pussy and pushed her forward, once again across the table.

I grabbed the phone and held it in one hand while I placed my cock at the entrance. She instantly relaxed as I pushed forward, getting the tip in first and then slowly thrusting in and out of her ass, all the while, having the phone record all of this.

"Shit." I growled.

"Gator." Was the only thing falling from her lips.

"To fuckin' cock drunk, aren't ya? Like me fucking your holes. Maybe I should keep you, have you dripping with my cum all day every day."

"Please." She has no idea what she is saying please too.

I needed to see her face. Without missing a beat, I pulled her back against my chest once more and looked into the mirror.

Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes half closed. Gripping my arm that was across her chest with her still binded hands.

I brought the camera up, so it was pointed at the mirror. "You're gonna drop from this election. If not, I will make a copy and send it to everybody you know."

"Hold the phone." I told her. I could still see that it was pointing where I wanted it to be. I snaked my hand down her body, all the while still fucking her ass.

I started to rub her clit, making her scream out my name once more. The only thought she had in this state was me and me alone.

"You don't want them to see Roy Tillman's son fuck her face, or sink his cock in her ass."

"Who is making you feel good, baby?"

"Gator Tillman." She moaned. She was close. I could tell.

"Who are you going to cum for?"

"Gator Tillman." I rubbed a bit harder.

Her lower half was shaking. Between me being balls deep in her ass, my fingers rubbing her clit, it was all too much.

"Which family are fuckin' winners?" I snarled just as she came.

"The Tillman's. Oh my, fuck, GATOR." She screamed my name as she came, dropping the phone on the table, but I didn't care.

I fucked her ass through her orgasm, but it all became too much.

With a loud groan, I stilled and came deep in her ass, moaning her name. She gasped my name as she felt me fill her hole with my cum.

I pulled out of her abused hole and moaned at my spend, dripping from her ass onto the floor. I gripped the phone quickly and pointed it at her ass.

"See that." I moved the camera to my face. "You don't want your friends to see your precious daughter for who she really is. Drop out."

I turned off the camera and threw my phone back onto the table.

"Fuck, Gator. Can we take these off?" She asked about her wrists. I cut them off.

"Now, I just got to edit it, and cut out some bits." I said.

The next day, I placed the DVD into the mailbox, addressed to her dad. I know he was panicking, but he had no one to call.

The sheriff's office isn't going to help him, and he knows that. Her father isn't a stupid man, and he knows that Roy is behind this.

Not even an hour later, I got a text from my Dad saying that her father dropped out of the election.

"Seems he has seen it. Dropped out of the election." I said as her mouth moved up and down my cock.

"That's great." She said as she pulled her mouth off my cock.

"I didn't say stop." I snarled, pushing her head down to take me back into her mouth.

A few moments later, I was groaning her name as I came, her swallowing as fast as possible not to waste a single drop.

The phone went off again, and I read the message from an unknown number. "Keep her." I read it out loud.

"I just might."

She knew at that moment that she went from being controlled by her father to now being controlled by me.

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tobiasdrake · 7 months

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Part of the problem that modern Pokemon faces is that Game Freak wants to move in an open-world direction, and that makes sense. Pokemon is definitely a franchise that could sustain an open world style of game design.

But Game Freak doesn't know how to make an open world game. This is the main problem that Scarlet/Violet faced.

Scarlet and Violet is a game where you can go anywhere and tackle anything in any order. In theory. The problem is, everything along the three routes has hard-coded levels in it. They don't level to you. Which means if you do go anywhere and forge your own road as the game's encouraging you to do, you will immediately destroy the game's challenge curve.

You CAN do anything in any order, but if you DO, then everything you do will either be:

1 - You were supposed to come here last. Their level 60 Pokemon shitstomps on your Level 15 Pokemon and now the game isn't any fun. 2 - You were supposed to come here first. Your level 60 Pokemon shitstomps on their Level 15 Pokemon and now the game isn't any fun.

The best way to avoid ruining Scarlet/Violet is to use a guide with recommended levels to linearly follow the intended challenge curve that exists, but that they just don't tell you about for the sake of preserving the game's "non-linear open-endedness". That is exactly the wrong way to design an open-world game.

Meanwhile, Teal Mask is shaping up to have a similar problem to Sword/Shield's DLC. That is, it's designed so you can do it at any point in your progression. You can pop over here and the levels are adjusted based on how much you've done.

The problem is, only levels are adjusted. But levels are only one way that Pokemon scales power. Pokemon forms are equally important.

So you come here early and the game is like, "Oh, you're early game? I gotcha. Your first opponent has a level 10 baby-form Poochyena!"

But you come here late and the game is like, "Oh, you're post-game? I gotcha. Your first opponent has a LEVEL 60... baby-form Poochyena."

And then Poochyena dies in one hit from the Skeledirge you slew the Elite Four with, because it's a baby form Pokemon that can't take a punch no matter how high its level is.

With the DLC in Sword/Shield and it sure is looking like Scarlet/Violet, Game Freak understands that level scaling is important to make their open world accessible. But they don't understand that level scaling isn't enough to keep encounters meant to be faced at low levels from being boring one-shots at high levels.

They're trying so hard to make an open world game, but they can't let go of the design philosophy of a carefully-crafted linear power escalation experience. There is still a specific order that everything is meant to be experienced in. They just aren't telling you what it is anymore.

This is more about the base game and previous game Sword/Shield than the DLC since I've just started Teal Mask. I just wanted to get that off my chest.

#pokemon #pokemon sv #pokemon scarlet and violet #drake plays pokemon scarlet

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goqmir · 12 days

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blyo is the oldest name i have and comes from when i signed up for the then-eminent super smash brothers melee matchmaking site smashladder.com with the username BlueYoshi, which was also the character i played, in 2018. i of course was in denial about being transgender so i had very few friends and none to hang out with outside of school, so i started hanging out on smashladder's melee chat room and matchmaking for melee like 8 hours a day, where eventually the people there shortened BlueYoshi to blyo. i began transitioning more than a year later, so blyo is the oldest name i use. the yoshi fursona is actually a more recent thing, and came directly from playing melee yoshi for like 5 years previously

trinkit was originally the username i happened to sign up for bloons tower defence 6 with, because "trinket" was taken. i thought it would be a cute change of pace. my bestie thought it was really cute so i kept using it. its the main tag i use now, and blyo is largely relegated to being used within the melee/pm community. trinkit is also definitely my pooltoy-coded name :3

goqmir isnt really a name but it is an iconic way people refer to me and the username on my most popular accounts. it comes from a dnd campaign i ran for my friends in which a group of soldiers from the bad guy colonizer city-state attacked my party's cart for supplies, and were fought off. one soldier ran into the woods, and was tracked by the party's rogue to the enemy encampment. the soldier attacked the rogue and was tied up and dragged back to the road and the party's camp, where he was interrogated for why his group attacked the party. it was during this interrogation that my friend said "can we make him a twink" and the twink soldier bit began, where he was clearly really horny about being tied up and interrogated. eventually, they let him go free when they got enough out of him, allowing him to go back to the enemy soldiers while the party travelled to the nearby town to finish their quest and get the town guard to help them clear out the enemy encampment. when the party came back to the enemy base they brought a fleet of city-state soldiers to clear out the enemy's base (which was a whole dungeon i planned out for the party to go through alone :P) and when they were all arrested the party noticed the twink and told the city guards that they were keeping him. the twink was brought to the cart, where they asked his name, to which he replied he wanted to forget his old name, especially since it would now be on a wanted poster by the bad guy kingdom for desertion. he had them make up a name instead, which they rolled for using 26 sided dice, 5 players with one die per player, to make GOQMR. and so goqmir the party twink was born, and they made him pull their cart while they dommed him

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love-yourself-first-tfw · 1 year

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Hard to Love - Part One

Pairing: MOC!Dean/Demon!Dean x Reader

Prompt: While dating Dean, he gets more and more reclusive toward you when he is given the Mark of Cain. Unable to handle the behavior, you leave but some part of him isn’t willing to let you go.

Word Count: 3883 :)

Warnings: Angst, Break-Up, Violence, Demon!Dean, lots of tears.

Author’s Note: I had this saved as a draft from the end of 2016, unfinished so I tried to finish it as well as I could. It just came out like word vomit but I’m not sure how much I like it. I tried my best to make it gender neutral so if there are any mistakes, please let me know!

Part Two

You noticed that when you were lying in bed, he had his back towards you, almost falling off the bed to get away from your presence. Unable to reach out and touch him in fear of rejection, you continued to stare at his Henley-covered back, watching his steady breaths.

"Dean? Is everything okay with us?" The question sounds weird, a lump pushing into your throat, uncomfortably. He answered with a grunt, nothing else, keeping with his recent code of silence toward you. A dejected hum leaves your lips.

Turning on your back, looking around the room at all the items -- with some of you sprinkled in-- that make it your shared room. Wringing your hands together as you think about where you can go, you can’t stay here anymore, not like this. You want to help him but how can you when he doesn’t even want to be near you?

Something had changed in the last few weeks. He wouldn't look at you, let alone talk. He wouldn’t shut up with Sam and Cas, though.

Maybe the hours of silence with me drove him to talk to them.

Dean is only close to you when you are in Baby, driving to a hunt. Not holding your hand anymore but instead gripping the wheel, knuckles turning white, not sparing a glance at you. You’d gone as far as changing the music, to a pop station nonetheless, in the middle of one of his songs, hopeful of a reaction.

Yell! Look at me with disgust! Do something, please!

But par for the course, Dean does nothing. He stares at the road, unmoving and silent while Sam and you stare at him in disbelief. The tears well up as you look at the horizon to your right, trying your best to not break in front of either man. Trying to understand what you could do differently.

You stop sitting up front. You don’t talk to him. You avoid him at the bunker. You respond with little-to-no passive-aggressive comments when Dean talks to you through Sam. You keep your crying to the bathroom and shower, alone.

You knew the Mark would change him but not like this.

He kissed you last week after a rough hunt, a close call with a witch causing a teeny moment of intimacy between you two. Both of you pulled away with wide eyes: yours in shock and his in... disappointment? He walked ran away before a talk could be had, disappearing somewhere in the main area, while you went to take a shower; a habit forming.

No matter what you try he just keeps pulling away.

Do I keep trying?

I can get my things together and leave by the next hunt. Dean won’t stop me if I want to stay home.

Home. The thought made it so much more real. This is your home; Dean is your home. You take a sharp breath through your nose, trying not to make too much noise as you got up, going somewhere the breakdown won’t bother Dean.

When Sam comes up to you in the morning, letting you know that there’s a possible ghost in the next town over, an easy salt and burn. You sniffle for effect as you tell Sam that you’re not feeling the greatest, watching his eyes drop in sympathy.

He throws his arm around your shoulders, leading you back toward your bedroom.

“You shouldn’t be up then, dude. Go lay down, I’ll bring you some medicine before we leave, and I’ll tell Dean you aren’t coming. I’m sure he’ll want to see you.”

You don’t need to look at Sam to know he doesn’t believe what he’s saying but you thank him regardless, feeling guilty about what the future will be. A hug in the doorway, tighter on your end than usual, ends when he pulls away and helps you back into bed.

Sam comes back with some pills and a cup of water, ice clinking against the glass, with each stride. “Do you need anything else?”

With the blanket tucked under your chin, you shake your head. “No, I’m good. I’m just gonna sleep it off and if it gets worse, I’ll text you, okay?”

“Okay, I hope you feel better soon, (Y/N/N), and don’t beat yourself up about Dean. He’s not doing well with the Mark; he still loves you.”

You close your eyes and turn your back to him after you nod to his comment, trying to hint that he’s good to leave and that if he stays, you’d rather not talk.

“Thanks, Sammy. I love ya.”

“Love you too, (Y/N).”

The click of the door shutting follows the flick of the light switch. And more tears. Silent and steady as you listen and wait for the departure that begins the end of life as you know it.

Exhausted from the last few days of one-sided fighting, you try to fight off the sleep that takes over, but you slip under just as the hall light spills in when Dean peaks his head past the door frame.

It’s a few hours later when you wake up to a text from Sam, they’ve made it to the cozy town, and he will let you know when it’s done or if they have any problems. You let him know you feel better before wishing them luck on the hunt, getting up, and beginning the process of mission: Disappearing (Y/N).

With a sigh, you start going through the knick-knacks that you’ve collected over the years, sighing again when you realize that all things will just remind you of him. Anger flares within you, the white-hot rage of your hand being forced, the whole situation out of your control.

Leaving the small things and just grabbing your clothes from the closet, looking around the room for anything that could be useful on the trip. No mementos to save. You slam the door on your way out, going to your old room next, going through the same routine as before.

Two filled duffel bags sit in the back seat of your car when you finish, mostly clothes and things you’d brought with you when you moved into the bunker. Not running around anymore, the rush of adrenaline begins to fade turning into more anger.

“Why!? I don’t understand?!” You hit the steering wheel with your palms, letting out a scream that transforms into an ugly wet, wail.

A note laying in the war room, on the map table, explains why you left, addressed to Sam, in a last effort to be heard or at the very least get the last word. Your phone is on top of the note, showing the seriousness of your actions.

Sam,

Maybe we will see each other on the road again but I can’t stay somewhere I’m clearly not wanted. I’m sorry for lying to you and not saying goodbye in person. I don’t think I would’ve gone otherwise. Love ya, dude. Tell jerk face that I’ll always love him even if he has that mark on his arm, if he becomes a demon, or if he hates me. Always.

I hope the best for you in the future.

Goodbye,

(Y/N)

You wipe your nose with your sleeve, lifting your head from the steering wheel to embark on the journey to a new home.

In just a few months, you are settled in your new apartment in Colorado, taking a break from hunting to get familiar with the area. Neither Dean nor Sam gets into contact with you, whether that’s not wanting to or for lack of trying, you don’t know.

With a new job in a library in town, you try to get past the guilt that sweeps over you every now and then, reminding yourself of the way you were treated. Of why you left in the first place.

Unlocking the door after a long Monday of reshelving books, the silence of the apartment is disturbed by your keys going into the bowl next to the coat rack. You slip your shoes off before sliding your jacket off and onto the rack, turning to the living room and shouting in shock at Dean, who is standing, arms crossed, in front of the couch.

“What the hell? Why are you in my house?”

“Why do you have a devil’s trap in your living room?” He smirks, a glint in his eyes that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “Seems like you were expecting someone.”

You put it there when you moved in, taking a page from Bobby’s book by using invisible blacklight paint. Decided that while one is useful in front of the door, the living room was also easy to run through if caught off guard, with no door to slow you down, and no one expects it there.

Looking him over again before answering his question, his face is thinner than when you last saw him, hair gelled in a way that looks unnatural for him. His dark red button-up hangs loosely on his body.

“For this reason. Though I can’t say I expected you to be stuck in it. Who killed you?”

“Metatron. Though to be fair, I did try to kill him first.” You hum as he tries-- and fails-- to sit on the couch. “You couldn’t have made this any smaller, huh?”

The smirk on his face only grows as he feels irritation roll off of you. “What do you want, Dean?”

Now it’s his turn to look you up and down, wetting his lips before speaking. “I can think of a couple things.”

You roll your eyes and make your way to your bedroom.

“Oh, c’mon. I was just joking, sweetheart!”

You ignore his words and change into comfortable clothes before dialing Sam’s number, deciding that letting him know was better than waiting for any more of Dean’s antics.

“Hello?”

“Sam? It’s (Y/N). Dean just showed up at my house and got stuck in a devil’s trap.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead.

Another shout from the living room brings tears to your eyes, the love of your life so close but so far at the same time.

“Just wanted to talk to ya! You gonna leave me out here alone?”

Sam asks for your address, giving you the details of what had conspired in the last couple of weeks: Dean dying and being turned into a demon, then bolting and teaming up with Crowley-- doing only God knows what around the country-- meanwhile Sam is doing everything he can to find and cure his brother.

“I’m not too far from you but I’ll still be awhile. Like...” he pauses, taking a deep breath, “maybe seven hours. I’m sorry I can’t get there sooner.”

“It’s okay, I’ll keep him here. I can’t say he’ll be in a happy mood when you get here.”

“Well, he won’t be happy to see me anyway, so it won’t matter. Thanks for the heads up though. I’ll let you know when I get there.”

“Okay, see you soon, Sam.”

With a deep breath, you slid out into the hallway, building up the confidence to make yourself visible to Dean.

“You can do this. Make your dinner and ignore the living, breathing, talking, statue in the middle of your apartment.” Nodding to yourself, you walk out with your chin up.

“There you are!”

Dean’s eyes follow you past him and the couch as you move to the kitchen. Keeping busy with the leftovers, you avoid making eye contact with Dean, brushing his announcement off with silence. When you put the plate of chicken and rice into the microwave, your focus drifts from the timer counting down to those vibrant pools of green, ominous black hiding behind them.

His eyebrows raise up in amusement, “You lose. Are you going to talk to me now?”

“How ‘bout no.” You cross your arms, scoffing at the question.

“You just did, baby. Now just hear me out, you said you’d still love me as a demon, but this doesn’t feel like love to me.”

He chuckles darkly at the end of his words. His demeanor changes: eyebrows pulling down, eyes darkening, and a sneer coming onto his lips.

The microwave beeps, pulling your attention away, though your words slip out before you can think about it. “I do still love you, jerk face.”

It’s not a secret or a lie, you just didn’t want to say it aloud. It had been peaceful dissociating from all that and using every waking moment to adjust to the new way of living without him, not knowing if he would ever come back.

The plate hits the counter harder than you mean for it to, tears stinging your eyes again. “What do you want from me, Dean? I left so you wouldn’t have to feel guilty about whatever the fuck you felt guilty about. You didn’t want to explain it to me then, what do you possibly have to say now?”

A split second of shock passes Dean’s face before it’s back to anger. He opens his mouth, but you cut him off before he can say anything, pulling the silverware drawer open and grabbing a fork.

“No, seriously. I. Don’t. Care. There really is no fucking excuse for what you put me through. So, unless you want to say sorry-- which I highly doubt, considering the black eyes rolling around back there-- shut up.” You slam the drawer: the loud noise and rattling of metals end your shouting. Taking a deep breath and beginning to eat, your back turned away from him, with a tiny, fragment of hope he actually listens.

He blows a raspberry, “Well, that’s where you are sorely mistaken. I’m sorry for what the numb nuts did to you. To think, I could’ve had you from the beginning if he’d just said a few words to you now and again.”

Your chewing stops as the food becomes a rock in your mouth, no longer able to swallow as you listen to him. Staring ahead at the balcony door as he continues spewing words at you.

“Instead of all the cheap whores in dingy bars, I could’ve had you. Waiting on little ole’ me.” It’s clear from his tone that he is mocking you, taunting your words. Even though the relationship is over, the words make your chest twist uncomfortably, your watery eyes finally spilling over.

“Whatever, have fun out here by yourself.” You leave the half-eaten meal on the counter, not sparing a glance at the man as you pass him to go to your room, keeping your head down to hide the tears that stream down your face.

Slamming the door, shoving your face in a pillow, and screaming to relieve the stress of the situation, only helps bring more cries out of you. You know it’s not the Dean you knew talking to you but the twisted and dark version, wanting what he wants with no care about who it may affect.

The darkness of your eyelids fluttering takes over you as you fall asleep to Dean’s calls to you. A dream of your life from before fills your head, one more moment with Dean that you can hope to forget when you wake.

You jerk awake when your phone buzzes from a text, the vibrations magnified by the wood of the side table. Two texts from Sam illuminate the screen.

From Sam: I just got into town I’ll be there in twenty minutes.

From Sam: Just got to your apartment. You get my first text?

To Sam: Sorry, fell asleep. 2C. Door’s unlocked for you.

From Sam: I’ll be up there soon.

When you take a moment to listen, it’s completely silent. Panicking at the thought that Dean was able to get away before Sam and you could cure him, you rush to the living room. Dean stands still, glaring at you as you appear from the hallway.

His lips are drawn into a sneer as he snarls, “how nice of you to come to see your guest.”

The door opens as he ends, catching his attention, a scoff comes from him when Sam comes around the door.

“I told you to fuck off, Sam. I don’t want you to be cured.”

Sam just shrugs, putting the duffel bag on the couch, and unloading some tools to get Dean back to the bunker with little to no issues.

“Dean, you told me that you’d leave (Y/N) alone. So, what’s that about? Tired of the demon life?”

Sam motions to you, hair crumpled from the impromptu nap, eyes, and nose red from crying. “You’ve been bar hopping for weeks on end, new people in your bed every night. Your freaking wet dream. Why are you here, ripping open an old wound, on someone who clearly doesn’t want shit from you?”

“I saw you. You were at the bar in town, with some others, didn’t even notice me when I sat down at the bar top-- can’t say your observation skills were ever the best anyway.” Dean eyes you as he speaks, watching your jaw clench at the small dig toward you.

“And then I get a call from some dude about how he caught Sam and if I wanted him back alive, I’d have to switch places with him, I told him to fuck off and came here instead. Looks like you made it alright, didn’t ya, Sammy?”

“Yup, just like always.” He puts his good hand on your back, steering you towards the kitchen.

“What the hell, seriously, Sam? What happened?”

Sam leans against the countertop, his chin resting on his chest as he takes a deep breath. You reach into the freezer for a bag of peas, wrap it in a towel, and press it to his black eye, letting him hold the makeshift icepack when he winces.

“He pulled up when I was stranded on the side of the road, I thought he was going to help but he knocked me out and brought me to an old barn, maybe?”

His head drops, no longer making eye contact with you.

“He called Dean and then when Dean hung up, he just went off.” Mocking the man who had tortured him only a day before, Sam’s voice lowers comically, “He killed my father in front of me...Two tours in Iraq in Special OPS...blah blah blah. Then he hit me a bunch, trying to get Dean’s location.”

Two tours in Iraq? Special OPS?

His pause allows you to ask your next question of many, “how did you get away?”

“He got a phone call and when he pulled his phone out, his knife fell from his pocket, and I just got out.”

A twinge of doubt and anxiety spread through you, the words “that seems too easy” on your lips after he explains. He finally looks back at you, seeing the questioning expression on your face.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He lowers the frozen peas when you make your way to the living room again.

“You mean to tell me that a solider, not just any ol’ solider at that, special OPS who served two tours in Iraq and he just dropped a knife, that let you get away?”

As if to emphasize your point, the whole house goes dark. You reach the bookshelf behind Dean, both men watching you. The few beats of silence are broken when the front window breaks, a canister rolling onto the floor behind the couch, spraying a thick, white cloud of smoke.

It reaches Sam first, harsh coughs coming from him as he yells for you to get to the backyard. Feeling the wall by the bookcase, you find the string taped to the wall that will break the seal when pulled. Feeling your eyes water, nose and throat burning, you tug the string with you as you move toward the back door, breaking the trap’s seal, and releasing Dean.

The smoke impedes your vision, your hip catches on the corner of the couch making you stumble to the floor, and more coughs force their way up through your lips.

Arms encircle your waist, and harsh whispers come over your shoulder, “Jesus, your life is in danger, and you release the demon, how sickening.” He helps you to the fresh air that burns when you greedily suck it down.

Dean’s support leaves your body, your knees hitting the moist grass that seeps through your sweatpants. When you open your eyes, you have to blink past the tears to see Sam lying next to you and Dean in front of you. An unknown voice speaks to Dean, emotional and hate-filled, “You remember me?”

“Yeah, you’re the guy from that thing.”

“We talked on the phone. This is payback.”

The two men begin to fight, Dean doesn’t even try to pull punches, continuing to belittle him, yelling coming from Cole with every hit that he takes. Sam moves, waking up from a hit to the head, eyes meeting yours before flitting to Dean. Dean taunts and throws the man’s gun to the side, winking at you before he turns back to the fight.

“...spitballing here, but maybe you’re not as good as you think.”

A pause from Dean before he laughs. “Ooh,” Dean’s hands go up in a fake surrender wave, “You know kung-fu?”

“I know everything.”

Dean gets into Cole’s face after quoting The Princess Bride, making his first mistake as Cole slices his face with his knife. Going to stab, only angering Dean more when he grabs Cole’s throat.

“You have no idea what you walked into, do you?”

“What are you?”

Knowing Dean’s eyes are black at the expression on Cole’s face, you close your eyes, hearing the rest of the fight and Cole egging Dean on to kill him.

“I changed my mind, I guess.” Dean chuckles before he breaks out in a hiss.

“It’s over! Stop.”

You open your eyes and see that Sam has managed to get the Devil’s trap handcuffs on Dean. A murderous look on Dean’s face, staring up at Sam from his knees. Sam ignores his brother’s glare, looking at you as you sit back on your heels. “You okay, (Y/N/N)?”

You nod, watching Sam force Dean into the back of Baby, unable to take your eyes off Dean, who continues to kill Sam with his unblinking, scowl.

Sam helps you up, keeping an eye on Dean so he can’t escape. “You can come with us. I’m giving the first blade to Crowley and I’m going to try to cure him. I don’t know if it’ll work but I’m hopeful.”

You look back to your house; in the scuffle to get Dean, neither you nor Sam see where Cole flees to-- the feeling of safety and home lost, now that the invasion is over.

Sighing, you wrap your arms around yourself, nodding and speaking softly, “yeah, let me just grab a couple of things and I’ll be down. You might need some help with him.”

Looking back at Dean, you speak again, unsure how firm the words are. “I’ll stay until he’s cured but after that, I’m gonna go.”

Part Two

#demon!dean #xreader #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester one shot #dean one shot #mark of cain #from my drafts #dean winchester x reader #part one #angst #dean winchester angst #dean x reader angst #dean x reader fluff #dean x #nonbinary #no gender just vibes

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lazinesswrites · 5 months

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50 Ways to Leave Your Empire for Wip Wednesday!

Here you go - some angsty Cody! It'll get better

He wonders, now, if he ever actually did earn that loyalty, if either of them did, or if his brothers were all just programmed to follow orders. He doesn’t know if that’s even possible, to program people, though if anyone could figure out how, it’s probably the Kaminoans. And what other explanation could there be, for—for what happened on Utapau?

Find the rules and titles for this week's WIP Wednesday ask game here.

#Star Wars: The Clone Wars #Star Wars: The Bad Batch #Commander Cody #Utapau #WIP Excerpt #WIP Wednesday #50 ways to leave your empire #keep off the main roads Codes #I'm tagging both TCW and TBB because the fic takes place during TBB and draws from both shows and the snippet references TCW #WIPW AG #Ask Laz

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velvet-cupcake-games · 7 months

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Made Marion Development Update - September 2023

The Road to Early Access Release

Hey everyone! We're closing in on our Early Access release of Robin's route! I'm on track to finish writing Robin's route by the end of September, so here's our schedule for the months ahead:

September: Complete Robin route script, it's looking like it'll be around 70,000 words once both Chapter 4s are done.

Early October: Coding Chapters 3 & 4, Made Marion featured in Steam Next Fest.

Late October: Robin Route full beta test and Steam certification process.

Early November: Early Access launch!

What can throw off this schedule?

1. Delay of critical art resources (we have a few more that are required for the full experience).

2. Steam certification difficulties.

3. Geez, I dunno, another global pandemic? I never know what's gonna happen these days.

I will keep y'all notified!

The Made Marion Extras Menu

We completed one of the final major changes to our overall game systems this month. Our fabulous coding consultant Feniks/Shawna built our extras menu for us! You can access the Extras Menu from the Main Menu that appears when you haven't yet started or loaded a game.

As you can see, there are all sorts of goodies available in the Extras Menu. You can view the game's full-screen illustrations as they're unlocked, listen to the music from the soundtrack, read the love interest point-of-view scenes that unlock after you complete an ending, view the three movies associated with the game, and see your achievements.

Here's how the CG (full-screen illustration) gallery looks. This player has gone through the Sherwood common route and has unlocked the first of Robin's five illustrations. You can click on it for a full-screen view.

And here's the Achievements Menu. Our achievements work in-game (so Itch players can enjoy them too!) and will be connected to Steam's achievement system once the game leaves Early Access. I will add more achievements with each Early Access release, and they may not all be unlockable right away (in fact, that second locked achievement requires viewing multiple scenes across several routes).

Depending on budget, I may be able to hire somebody to draw unique pictures for the achievements later in the Early Access process.

And one final small but mighty game system update: You will now see choices that you have previously made in italics, so if you want to make sure to make different choices in your next playthrough, you can!

It looks like this player previously chose to trust the shadowy figure that saved them from being captured by Geoffrey's men. Shall they try running away this time?

Things are getting exciting! See you next month!

#made marion #made marion dev update #amare game #english otome

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itsclydebitches · 1 year

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I'm just adding my voice to the growing choir but yeah, I don't think Trent is going to out Collin:

It would be an extreme moment of regression. I mean, this guy gave up decades of high-profile journalism due to his distaste for how the job was making him compromise his ethics. He's not gonna just turn around and out a player after that.

(Headcanon-y side-note, but Trent is HEAVILY queer coded and based on my personal readings of his character he's someone who would not just respect Collin, but understand him.)

I've been noticing that each episode has a small "Don't print that" moment where Trent seems legitimately open to keeping the club's personal secrets. The ones that, frankly, have no bearing on football and thus the public has no right to them (changing manicurists, diarrhea, etc.) None of these scenes have implied that he's merely humoring his worried friends and planning to air all the dirty laundry when they're least expecting it. A player kissing another man in an alley on their night off absolutely counts as 'Personal and none of the book's business.'

Outside of the book, how would Trent publish this? He doesn't seem to be doing freelance. It's possible he could pass the tip off to someone else, but we haven't seen any journalist buddies he's friendly with and giving that to a stranger (from the audience's perspective) would feel like even more of a betrayal. You're not just outing him, but using someone who we can't trust to spin the story in an empathetic light, as Trent did with Ted's panic attacks?

Trent doesn't snap a photo of them, despite having the time to get one (they're oblivious). He doesn't write anything in his notebook. He doesn't interrupt and hound them for a quote like he might have in season 1-2. He just walks off, looking contemplative/a bit worried.

So I don't think Trent is going to out Collin, but I do think he might try and do something about it. Meaning, this episode has shown that Collin is, well... pretty bad at keeping his sexuality a secret. He's sneaking out of his boyfriend's house, trying not to draw attention to himself, but then he hits a whole bunch of trash cans while leaving. I got a huge spike of anxiety when he looked at his phone with the other guys standing right there, given that a selfie, kissy emoji, and "thirst" are all pretty damning texts. He's obviously kissing right next to the main road, just a street or so down from where half the club is eating dinner, in a remarkably lit area. And though he tries to deflect a lot - fine he's gay for Zava too, this is my wingman, story about trying to seduce women - it comes across as trying too hard to anyone who's paying attention. Because, you know, Collin is trying very hard, despite his missteps.

The point is that Collin is constantly on the cusp of being outed. If the story doesn't have that happen next episode (that would put a damper on Richmond's win streak) I think Trent is going to step in somehow in an effort to provide damage control - or at least try to, even if he winds up being too late. The use of "Everybody Knows," while obviously a pertinent title, is also a list of how all these awful things have already come to pass - "That's how it goes" - and contains such gems as,

"Everybody knows you've been discreet But there were so many people you just had to meet Without your clothes Everybody knows"

(The context here is cheating, but for a background snippet of a song I think the general vibe of bad things + lovers + not being discreet wins out.)

So Trent may try to step in, even if it comes to naught. After all, if he spotted them it's only a matter of time until someone else does too. Collin is lucky it was Trent who saw them and not someone else.

Cue the emphasis on how much he's changed as a journalist (Collin wouldn't have been lucky a year ago), viewers get a cool new relationship between characters who haven't interacted yet, as well as the canonizing of Trent as a queer man without giving him a coming out story because frankly a 50ish character doesn't (necessarily) need that. He's already got the "vibe" 🌈😎

#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso spoilers #Trent Crimm #long post #for the record I have complete faith in this show not to fuck this up #WITH THE CAVEAT #that the Sam/Rebecca situation has always made me go '?????'#like that's the one time Ted Lasso has induced a 'Hey wtf' response #and I remain hopeful that it was a one time thing

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here are my oneshot fic recs that are mostly fluff (some might have a very teeny smidge of angst).

main fic rec masterlist

[implied smut] / [smut]

[s] off-road by @sol-luna-estrellas

You have never ridden a motorcycle before, so Bucky takes you out on his bike and makes sure it’s a night you’ll never forget.

Starved by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky’s your best friend, but he keeps his distance. You’re certain he needs some affection, and convincing him takes some effort.

untitled by @/buckyalpine

High bucky at a party

[i.s.] To Let You Win by @delaber

a sparring match between you and your best friend turns into something you’ve both been keeping under the surface when he refuses to let you lose the game

Truth by @lovelybarnes

bucky barnes and truth serum

[i.s.] By Your Side by @/bucky-barnes-diaries

Multiple scenarios of Bucky loving, comforting, and taking care of you while sick.

You're My Mess by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky comes home from a mission tired and sore and bloody. All he wants to do is go to sleep, but you help him get cleaned up.

[s] Gray by @straywords

Bucky’s starting to notice the gray in his beard and you show him you don’t mind at all.

[s] untitled by @buckyseternal

(prompt: that new haircut suits you.)

[i.s.] Drunk In Love by @bethdutten

you get a little drunk at one of tony’s celebratory after-mission parties. and bucky is there looking so fine and– fuck it. you can’t keep your hands off him.

Day After Tomorrow by @buckyarchives

enhanced hearing is both a blessing and a curse. eavesdropping, loud music, footsteps and when your sweet neighbor has been coughing her pretty head off all day.

[s] Make Me Forget by @povlvr

Unceremoniously dumped by your scumbag boyfriend Bucky’s mission is to spend Valentine’s Day cheering you up & showing you what it would belike to be Bucky Barnes’s girl, maybe he’s shooting his shot, maybe he’s just that darn charming

Silent Treatment by @buckylattes

Bucky thinks you’re giving him the silent treatment…..

[i.s.] Scars To Your Beautiful by @/bucky-barnes-diaries

Bucky and Reader exploring each other’s bodies, but not in a sexual way. Finding their different birthmarks, looking over each other’s scars and sharing stories behind them, running their hands over one another and just appreciating the feeling of the other person next to them.

[s] I'll Catch You by @/buckyalpine

Bucky never leaves your side after you faint

The Mask by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

you convince bucky that every few months, your skin starts to peel off during your period

Little Things by @sunshine-on-my-mind

Life gets better because of the little things. Especially when you have the best boyfriend in the whole world.

[i.s.] Sharing is Caring by @theidiotwhowritesthings

Bucky doesn’t share food. No exceptions. Well, one exception.

A Little Longer by @/buckyalpine

It’s just a little lie

Can I Call You, Baby by @slyyywriting

You and Banner try to create a cure for the common cold but it doesn’t go well for one of your variable samples. Turns out bootleg super soldier serum and experimental medicine do not mix well.

Secret Relationship by @espinosaurusrexex

(where everyone is trying to set bucky up on a date but he's with reader and no one knows)

Affection by @skellyagogo

Affection wasn't something Bucky felt he deserved, it had become a foreign concept to him.

Dress Code by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

a party for Nat inspires you to dress a little more risqué than usual, but it leads to a wave of anxiety that Bucky must help you through.

hintdropped by @rocketrhap3000

while looking at rings online, you accidentally click a “send a hint” feature addressed to Bucky’s email, despite never having that conversation with him and not even knowing whether or not that’s something he wants, but his reaction surprises you :)

Bumblebees and Honeybees by @/venusstorm

The time in which you gifted Bucky Barnes an adorable little keychain for his motorcycle.

pucker up, buttercup by @witchywithwhiskey

it's been a long day of working at your lemonade stall during the town's busy summer festival and making the day worse is all the unwanted attention and come-ons you've gotten from customers. by the time bucky barnes tries his own tired pickup line, you've had enough—but then he goes and spills a fresh pitcher of lemonade and offers to make a new one. you're reluctant to admit bucky might not be like all those other guys. in fact, he might be someone you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with.

#fic rec from meg #marvel fic rec #fic recs

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storyofmychoices · 8 months

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Blades 2 Inside Choices Blog: Blades of Light and Shadow 2

We’re so happy to be back in action with the gang we know and love! Where does Blades of Light and Shadow 2 pick up after the first book’s ending?

Emi: I will say that we don't pick up where you're expecting.

Kathleen: Unless you were expecting to get hucked out the back of the plot truck and onto the action highway at 80mph. (Fury Road theme plays)

Lil: (is overtaken by the Two Towers theme)

Emi: But rest assured, our original four love interests are back and dealing with their own challenges.

Lil: And they’re definitely going to need help with those challenges whether you’re romancing them or not. Though we support all variations of ‘mancers here. Mono-, multi-, and necro- .

Emi: Also they get some new looks that can best be described as "sleeves are B.S."

Jay: Don’t forget “badass pirate coat important”.

What kind of new main characters will we meet in the sequel? Or perhaps, any new love interests?

Jay: There is a strange but familiar hooded figure…whose hotness level was of great discussion.

Lil: He’s very constructive with his feedback. And a monster from Book 1 returns, but not in a way you expect.

Emi: I think we all know I'm obsessed with Valax. I mean, she's a badass purple lady who only has one sleeve. Obviously that makes her my wife.

Tom: EMI YOU HAVE TOO MANY WIVES!!!

Kathleen: Idk I'm still mad that hot scorpion lady didn't win the monster contest.

Lil: Sky whale supremacy how dare.

Kathleen: Okay I am excited about the dwarves and goblins though. New dwarf friend is just A+ chaos babe and I love her.

Emi: Honestly though, my fave character is the one who's "head empty, no thoughts, falls over a lot."

Making this sequel has been a labor of love. Does the book team have any must-tell stories/bloopers during production?

Jay: There was an accidental floating dwarf? And too many battles with code. Writers, please don’t do it to me again. I cannot take it. The while loop will win.

Kathleen: During one of my editorial passes I had to give Emi a note like "Okay when we first meet the Big Bad maybe we should use that moment to establish that she's really imposing/scary instead of just going off about how hot she is."

Emi: I may have made too many Aerin memes that are now weekly traditions for our team.

Danielle: I was instructed to design a character with “Vision as a hotness bar” as a guide, I ignored them and used Jeff Bridges instead 😏.

Jay: Danielle also came up with some incredible filenames, my favorite being “tentacle_monster_buff”.

Danielle: It’s accurate, is it not?

Are there any elements that you are particularly proud of?

Tom: The Shadow Realm was fun to make! Think the Upside Down, but more purple. And to make all the awesome new weapons and armor work with the outfits took 150 unique assets! You’re welcome.

Danielle: My first full book!

Lil: The lore guide for Blades was 60 single-spaced pages before we started adding things that came up during active production. I’m really pleased with how much actually ended up being discoverable in the book itself, so be sure to explore every nook and cranny of Morella and beyond! Because they are filled with beauty and chaos.

Emi: I cannot tell you how many spreadsheets we made to keep track of things. I mean, the outline alone was 100 pages!

Jay: My code built 😭. And that my production planning got it to you a little earlier than y’all had anticipated hehe.

At the end of the first book, we seemed to have wiped out the forces of evil for at least a day or so. What kind of dangers will we face in the second edition?

Lil: Evil never sleeps y’all. It gets its coffee from Aerin.

Kathleen: (Aerin, walking up to the counter): "I have a large non-fat birthday cake latte with caramel drizzle and four shots of espresso for (squints at label) ...Emile?"

Lil: In all seriousness, you’re really getting it from all sides in this book. There’s rival factions, shifting leadership, societal upheaval, and monsters. So. Many. Monsters. (Thank you for giving us the Shadestalker, by the way. Can’t wait for you to meet the beefy boy.)

Kathleen: One cool scary thing about book 2 is that THIS TIME, IT'S PERSONAL (like instead of you and your buds racing against bad guys to collect the magic things, you've now got a villain single-mindedly hunting you down so she can steal your <REDACTED> for use in her evil plans).

Emi: Kathleen may have called me out for it but our Big Bad is hot! Both literally and figuratively!

How much do you love QA?

Lil: SO MUCH.

Emi: Pour one out for our poor QA folks who have had to test what is the most complex book we have ever done! You are the real heroes!

Jay: QA peeps are my saviors!! Their work alone cures my anxiety.

Kathleen: Gawd I would be lost without QA my grammar is a disaster

Erin: Everyone on the Blades team is so wonderful to work with. I also tested Book 1, and to be able to contribute to Book 2 means everything to me. It’s absolutely a labor of love.

We know that years of hard work and passion went into this book. What would the Blades team like the readers to take away from this sequel?

Emi: So Kathleen and I actually helped to brainstorm the entire Blades world back when it first came into being, so it felt like coming full circle to be back and expanding it in new and fun ways. I was already in love with all of these characters and they're even closer to my heart now. I can't wait for you all to see what we've come up with!

Jay: Y’all better like it! This book has taken years off my life. *lies down on floor* (But seriously, we’re as excited about Blades 2 as all of you and hope that it brings as much joy to you as it did for us to make. I think the best word to describe the team as we wait for September 1st is giddy.)

Danielle: I hope you like our art :).

Tom: If you don’t, please keep it to yourself, artists are fragile :’}

Lil: I was one of the few people who was new at Choices when I began working on this book, and it was truly an honor to see this thing come together. These are the minds that brought you The Crown & the Flame, The Cursed Heart, Wake the Dead, and the first Blades. It was amazing to go from watching them work as a fan to taking this epic journey together.

Kathleen: THE REAL VILLAIN WAS THE IMPERIALISM WE MADE ALONG THE WAY

Lastly, how much does the team love Aerin?

Kathleen: I DON'T love Aerin he KIDNAPPED my WIFE.

Danielle: Which one…

Emi: Aerin is my sweet baby boi with a little dose of evil. He should be protected at all costs but also really needs to go to therapy. I live for the angst of him and Raine though. It's so juicy.

Danielle: Aerin has caused me, personally, a lot of pain.

Lil: Really, one of the fun things about the book is you can decide how much pain Aerin causes you. Unlike us.

Jay: He haunts my dreams and my Wednesdays.

Danielle: Livid and sad and livid and sad

Thank you team for taking us through the fantastical production journey of the Blades of Light and Shadow 2! We can’t wait to dive in and meet up with the gang. Launch day is so close!!

Thank you, readers, for supporting us and our book teams!

<3 The Choices Community Team

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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 1 year

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Power Armor Punch Part Forty Five

Masterlist

Nick: *keeps ahold of her and comforts her when he can. Does some light diagnostic work for a good few hours but nothing that puts him out of commission*

Teshteal: *ends up rolling over in his sleep. Muttered a few other disturbing things referring to memories from the vault*

Jasmine: (Got in maybe an hour of sleep in total, not that anyone should have noticed this as she pretended she still was sleeping. She spent most of the night with her eyes closed in a half daze, listening to Nicks words of comfort with an almost filtered attention, like it’s not quite clicking with her)

Teshteal: *wakes up in a cold sweat with a start* I’m sorry-! *blinks and remembers where he is*

Nick: Sorry? For what exactly?

Teshteal: Nothing… *gets up and stretches, first like a cat then like a person, arms in the air and bending their torso with one arm still extended* How is she?

Nick: I think she’s awake but it’s honestly hard to tell. *looks down at the fallen hat* Your hat came off. Might want to pick that up.

Teshteal: Ah. *picks it up and dusts it off before setting it back on his head*

Jasmine: (Awake and very much uncomfortable and miserable. She still feels like she’s burning up and everything aches from her muscles to her bones. Head is stuffy and there’s a constant buzzing in her ears, she’s almost afraid to check her vision. Worse part is that she can’t even do anything about most of her pain on her body… Because it’s not real. It’s phantom pain from those horrible moments she suffered under those guards, something that comes and goes that she just has to deal with it… And don’t even get her started on yesterdays problems from the cutting, from her home, to the chems, to the bunker, and from breaking her coding to the point were she is now afraid to do anything out of line)

Nick: *sighs and gets up, still holding his daughter in his arms* Better get going.

Teshteal: Got anything to snack on?

Nick: Main pocket of the bag there. *gestures with his chin at the bag they were pulling from last night*

Teshteal: Thanks. *digs in there* A whole roasted deathclaw steak?! *pulls out the container. It still looks as fresh as the day it was made*

Nick: A what…? *Forgot it was in there* I wouldn’t-

Teshteal: *already eating the suspect meat like it’s nothing* Tasty.

Nick: …I don’t even want to know how you can stomach that. *walks out to Lucille, who’s injecting Radaway though a flap in her armor* Ready to hit the road?

Lucille: *nods before lifting part of the X-01 helmet to reveal a built in straw so she can drink a can of purified water*

Teshteal: *finishes packing the bag and slings it over his shoulder with his own satchel where he keeps his possum toy and joins the three outside*

Jasmine: (Slowly opens her eyes, staring blankly at Nicks scarf. She’d argue about walking on her own but she’s afraid to speak or even sign to get Nicks attention. There has been enough drama caused by her already, she has to stay quiet as a mouse now. “If you do not have something useful to say, don’t say anything at all.” “Do not think, just do as you’re told”)

Nick: *looks down and smiles at her when he sees she’s awake* How are you feeling, kitten?

Teshteal: Ah, she’s awake? That’s great! *bounces up to her with a stupid smile*

Jasmine: (Gives a vague nod, staring off with a thousand yard stare at nothing)

Teshteal: I see. *goes quiet, remembering his very unfinished training*

Nick: I think she was nodding at me. *starts walking after Lucille. They’re on the move, now*

Teshteal: Technically, I’m not supposed to talk if I’m not trying to fool someone.

Nick: You talk all the time- who are you trying to fool?

Teshteal: Not a soul. I just can’t stop.

Jasmine: (Pulls her hood over her head and stuffs her newly done braid in it so it’s hidden. Even though she’s burning hot, she puts on her mask on that was hanging from her waistband. Her cloth one would be better suited, but she just feels like covering up as much as she can at the moment)

Lucille: *it isn’t long until they pass by Teshteal’s old home*

Teshteal: *stops humming to himself and looks on sadly as they pass. Whispers* Goodbye, my family. *walks on, humming a sadder song mournfully*

Jasmine: (Winces under her mask as another jolt of this mentioned phantom pain hits her. She bites down on her lip to suppress a cry, staying motionless)

Nick: You okay, doll?

Lucille: Probably needs rest in a proper bed… good thing you have one in Vault 88.

Teshteal: *winces at the mention of a vault* Why would he have a home there?

Lucille: Oh a lot of people do. 88 is basically more of an underground city than a vault. Complete with its own detective agency.

Teshteal: *shudders* As long as there’s not anyone turning me into a pin cushion…

Jasmine: (Shakes her head at the mention of that vault, crossing her arms. She doesn’t want to go anywhere but their chosen destination, and right now she believes that’s to find Donny. She can’t go back to being a useless pathetic girl flaring around helplessly, she’s built to constantly be moving otherwise she gets restless)

Teshteal: *scampers back to his home while they’re not far away to gather blankets and runs back after shoving them as much as he can in the bag* We could camp somewhere.

Nick: Did you just…?

Teshteal: I figured we needed the bedding.

Nick: *sighs and looks to Jas* You need proper rest. Just for a night. 88 would be the best for that. Can you do that for me?

Jasmine: (Just shrugs her shoulders while staring off blankly under her mask. She can’t even guarantee that she’ll sleep even if they go there, so no promises. She’ll leave it up to the adults to make the call in the end. Right now she has to focus on managing her pain, and not making it known)

Nick: Even if you don’t sleep, I think it would do you a world of good to lie down for a bit. Specially after the night you’ve had.

Teshteal: *quietly to himself* It might be decades before those become manageable. *frowns* Or a century…

Lucille: *just quietly walks on. Leading them to Vault 88. Considering letting them go on without her*

Jasmine: (Not happy about going to Vault 88 one bit but she puts off making a big fuss about it. Just as long as she avoids the hospital or anywhere near it, all should be fine)

Lucille: *it isn’t long till they’re back at the subway entrance*

Teshteal: Ah. This is where we met.

Lucille: Yeah. *opens the man hole covering*

Nick: *jumps down before them bending his legs as he lands to reduce the damage on his joints. He starts carrying Jas through the small area to the 88 branch*

Teshteal: So you live in the sewer? Like that one comic?

Lucille: *climbing down already* Which one?

Teshteal: *climbs down after, closing the cover* Had something to do with turtles.

Lucille: *reaches the bottom and walks off* …Turtles? Sorry. Still doesn’t ring a bell.

Teshteal: *jumps off the ladder* It did come out in the late 1900s. Very short lived series, sadly. Maybe that’s why you never heard of it.

Lucille: Could be. But this isn’t a sewer. This is the subway station part of Vault 88. *gestures to the homes that have nestled into the tunnels and rooms of the station and the small platform people walk around in*

Teshteal: Oh. I didn’t expect-

Lucille: A thriving community?

Teshteal: Well when you think of a vault you think of sterile walls and confusing corridors.

Lucille: Ah. The closest to that is the main entrance and the halfway house near the center. This is no different than Diamond City or Goodneighbor. It’s just a town. *shrugs*

Jasmine: (Stifles another cry of pain, doing her best to keep her head up and not lean on Nick. Maybe putting on her mask was a bad idea, she can’t breathe properly and is drenched in sweat which only makes her feel more faint and stuffy)

Nick: *as he reaches the agency* You want to take that mask off? It can’t be helping you cool down. *striding over to his bedroom next to the dining area. Near the door is a tool cabinet with a bottle of coolant and spare tools for repairs and close to the wall, on the same side, a twin sized bed. He sets her down on it very gently*

Jasmine: (Nods as she she shakily pulls her mask and hood off with her movements being jagged, staring off at the ground while she sits. Its so unsettling, nothing is clicking with her. She barely has control over her own body, or thoughts)

Nick: Sit tight. I’m going to get you some fresh water and bandages for your wounds. I need to check them for infection, alright doll? *strokes her hair with a kind smile*

Jasmine: (Gives a distant nod back to her Dad, his voice still sounding like it’s coming from behind a door in another room. Hell, she doesn’t even know where she is at right now)

Nick: *quickly goes and gets the supplies. While he’s away, he starts thinking of ways to get her to be more responsive. His mind wonders back to the commands but he shoves the thought aside- those are for emergencies only in his mind. Never to be used unless circumstances are dire… hopefully ever at all* Gotta be something I can do… *walks back into the room and starts helping her with removing the bandages*

Teshteal: *scampering all over the place checking out anything and everything that interests him*

Jasmine: (Makes no movement while the bandages are removed, making herself numb to the pain and reality right now. She’ll come back later when she no longer feels so shitty and weak)

Nick: *it doesn’t take long for him to clean her cuts and reapply a very thick layer of bandaging. He leaves for a moment and comes back with reheated stew and ice cold water. Concerned* You haven’t eaten in quite a while, doll. A few days in fact. Could you try to eat some of this for me? *takes a spoonful of the broth and holds it up*

Jasmine: (Stares off like she didn’t hear him, then slowly blinks. She glances down with a slight look of disgust, not that the soup isn’t good or tasty looking she just hates the thought of eating) (Quietly) “No thank you Dad, not hungry.” (Goes back to staring off at nothing without saying anymore, and not planning to)

Nick: Doll, I can tell you’re feeling weak. You badly cut yourself back there in the Glowing Sea somehow on top of the cuts I just rebandaged. Safe to say you’ve lost quite a bit of blood. Eating something will get your strength back. So… *almost pleading with her* Please eat. Even if it’s just a little bit.

Jasmine: (Already said no so she’s not repeating herself, her mind isn’t changing…. But the way Nick is begging her tugs something in her heart, because at one point she was begging someone else to eat at least just a little, reassuring her over and over again that she was beautiful the way she was and didn’t need to be more skinny. She can remember the worry she felt weighing in her heart as she stubbornly persisted in getting her sister to eat something, going as far to sit in her lap and stare at Lilac with big eyes and whatever food she was suppose to eat in her hands, holding to her older sisters mouth and staring she will not leave until she ate)

Nick: *sighs in defeat* I can’t make ya eat, doll. But I strongly recommend it. *sets it down on the floor next to the bed with the water. He walks out of the room to the dining room table and sits, lighting a cigarette in heavy thought*

Teshteal: *spends time in the Starlight cavern lit up by hundreds of bottle lamps and chandeliers just… staring at how the lights dance on the ceiling*

Jasmine: (Puts her head in her knees and just kinda sits there quietly without doing anything, waiting for the worse of this moment to be over. Waiting for her mind to clear, waiting for the terrible phantom pain to go away, waiting waiting waiting…. She’s so damn tired of waiting things out, she wants to actually get going now. She’ll probably eat later, but constantly doing something is part of her coding. She doesn’t need to rest, therefore she needs to being making herself useful)

Nick: *starts to really consider if this is one of those cases where a command might be necessary. She’s lost in her head again-* No. *sternly to himself more than anything. That could trigger more of those terrible memories and even a habit of using them and he doesn’t want that. Looks over at his bedroom* If you want to make yourself useful, eat and then rest. Otherwise you won’t be able to get anything done, Rosie.

Jasmine: (Blinks down at the food, her stomach twisting in knots as another pang of pain rips through her, making her nervous and terrified that she will be punished for sitting around. Silently, she drops onto the floor and slips on her mask then her hood, crawling under the bed and huddling into a ball against the wall)

Nick: *not even going to question it. He’s exhausted. If she eats, she eats. If she doesn’t… he’s done what he can… sighs out a puff of smoke*

Jasmine: (Lifts off the bottom of her mask and puts her thumb in her mouth to suck on it like a toddler out of nervous habit, listening for the sound of heavy footsteps or the slamming of the heavy vault doors opening from the end of the long corridor her cell room was in, followed by her barred cell door flying open. Swears that she gotta get herself over this soon, it’s downright ridiculous)

Nick: *just sitting there having a smoke. That’s all. At this point he’s leaving it up to her.*

Jasmine: (Starts to quietly hum to herself “Let It Be” by The Beatles in an attempt to keep herself from biting down on her thumb, quiet enough that Nick can’t hear. She used to hide under her bed in the cell all the time, singing softly enough that the camera or microphone couldn’t pick it up)

Nick: *taking a moment to run another diagnostic*

[Time jump]

Jasmine: (Opens her eye after an hour or two of trembling despite being hot and waiting for nothing to come for her motionlessly, her thumb still in her mouth. She kept humming the same tune over and over again, her heart skipping every time there was the slightest noise. What is she waiting for again? For herself to heal or for it to be safe to come out from under the bed? Where was she anyways? It’s so foggy in her mind that she only has brief snippets of previous events, wasn’t she just with Nick? And he wanted her to eat…. Eww)

Nick: *pulled out a pack of cards from his pocket to play solitaire with himself by this point. Muttering softly* If I move the 9 there that’ll free up the two… then the 5… but then I’ll have to deal cards out. Maybe the 7 to the 8 there- no wait that’s a different color. *frowns*

Jasmine: (Buries her head in her hands while she curls up tighter, wanting to punish herself for wasting time by stupidly hiding from a threat to come that doesn’t exist anymore. Those dark thoughts start to swirl around her, clawing at her and drawing her in. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. She opens her mouth and takes in a deep breath, not going to let this spiral out of control. Stupid Pathetic Girl) (Crying out fearfully) “Daddy?!” (Looks at her trembling hands and her legs from under her mask, hallucinating images of dark blood leaking down into a pool of crimson) “Help, I-… I want to hurt myself!” (Not as an elegant of an alert as it’s suppose to be, but that’s the best she can do)

Nick: *immediately on his feet* Hold on, Rosalinda! *runs into his bedroom and notices she’s not on the bed* Rosie, where- *crouches and sees her somehow curled up under the bed. He holds both of his hands out to her* Here, let’s get you out of there.

Jasmine: (Crying under her mask and shaking all over like a frightened little kitten. She tightens her hood and takes both of Nicks hands, carefully crawling out from under the bed, trying to make herself as small as possible and is ready to dive back under the bed if she hears any sudden noises or shouting)

Nick: *reassuringly* That’s it- I’m right here, kitten. *gestures towards himself with both hands* Dad’s right here for ya.

Jasmine: (Blinks slowly at him from behind her mask at his reassuring tone and words, then quickly scampers over to the safety of his embrace. She whimpers something about being scared of monsters lurking outside and something along the lines of her being pathetic and a burden as she puts her arms around him)

Nick: *sits back on the ground, wrapping his arms around her* I know, doll. I know. No one’s coming to hurt you. Just you and me in the agency, right now. *rubs her back gently* It’s okay… ssh. It’s okay…

Jasmine: (Pulls back momentarily to take off her hood and rip off her mask that she tosses to the side, revealing the streaming tears on her cheeks that are making oceans already. She carefully climbs into Nicks lap like a small child would with a choked cry, hiding her face in the crook of his neck while she blubbers something about it hurting and yearning for it to be over)

Nick: *softly reassuring her* The pain will stop soon. Promise. *gently rocks her back and forth* They can’t hurt you anymore….

Jasmine: (Holds onto her Dad as tightly as she can without doing damage, praying that he is right…. She doesn’t want anyone to hurt her ever again in the horrid way she’s been having nightmares and flashbacks about. Wether it be more raiders or gunners, slavers, or false friends tryna trick her with false smiles and words of comfort. Getting wounded by foes is inevitable, but never does she want to be assaulted and taken advantage ever again, she doesn’t think her body could handle it…)

Nick: *keeps reassuring her and comforting her for the next few hours until she feels more stable, only offering her food again when he’s sure she’s more aware of her surroundings*

Jasmine: (Gets a better sense of security and safety as she snuggles her Dad, letting herself enjoy the moment despite all the troubles. Still cannot say that the urge to harm herself has gone away though. (Stupid programming ruining everything) When he offers her the soup, she frowns and reluctantly takes the bowl in her hands, sipping it slowly from the sides because holding a spoon on her own would be near impossible. She has to eat at least a tiny bit, for Nick if not herself)

Nick: *as she eats the soup* There you go, sweetheart. *gently rubs her back*

Jasmine: (Sips down over half the bowl and almost all the solid chucks, hating the sensation but she doesn’t feel as weak anymore. She stops and stares down, a thought coming her to mind about what happened yesterday) “………” (Suddenly throws the rest of the soup across the room in a mini tantrum of frustration with an angry cry, blinking as she processes what the hell she just did)

Nick: Now why did you do that?? *raising an eyebrow at the teen* Talk to me, doll.

Jasmine: (Shrugs her shoulders, not looking at Nick)

Nick: Shrugging isn’t going to cut it. Use your words. Sign if you have to.

Jasmine: (Rubs her face with a heavy sigh, snapping at herself to not start bawling) (Signing) “Later, Dad. It’s nothing anyways.” (Still snuggled in his lap and refusing to look at him. Shes feeling antsy, maybe because she’s angry and trying/failing to hide it. Her fever isn’t helping, maybe she should fresh up, and take off her jacket)

Nick: Alright… *thinks for a second* There’s a bathroom upstairs if you want to freshen up. I’ll carry you there.

Jasmine: (Silently nods without looking up, pointing to her bag. Again, she’d have something to say about being carried, but considering she couldn’t even hold the bowl properly due to poor coordination, that’s just asking for another disaster)

Nick: *stands and holds her with one arm while grabbing her bag. He heads upstairs to the bathroom, next to Lucille’s little corner (it even has a working tv) and sets Jas down gently* Keep the door open just in case. I don’t want you hurting yourself.

Jasmine: (Nods again, taking her bag from Nick and places it on the floor) (Signing) “Don’t let anyone else come close, please….” (Looks around at the bathroom, blinking to help adjust her eyesight)

The bathroom: *a small metal shack with a sink and a toilet*

Nick: I won’t. Though, I think I’d feel much better about your safety if you handed me your knives until we’re on the road again.

Jasmine: (Removes her vest and jacket, taking out any tucked away knives she had subconsciously hidden in pockets or seams and hands them to Nick along with her dagger. Her eyes linger on the notebook at the bottom of her bag, her face darkening a little. She picks it up and opens it, quickly flipping through her jumble of writing with her heart sinking at all the chaos. On the last few pages, she notices that two are stuck together with blood)

Nick: *after putting as many knives as he can in his pockets* Doll, I also think it would help if I kept ahold of the book for now. I don’t think it’ll do you any good up here. *taps the side of his head*

Jasmine: (Clutches the notebook to her chest protectively for a moment, thinking it over with herself. Her programming calls for keeping track of certain things as not to forget and protect it at all costs, or face severe punishment. She looks down at the notebook that contains sensitive information, then at her Dad whose already seen what’s in it, reluctantly holding it out to him)

Nick: Thank you. *takes the book* I’ll keep it safe. Swear on it. *does an x over his coolant pump again with an earnest smile at her. He tucks it into his coat*

Jasmine: (Wants to smile back at him, but all she can muster is a kind nod with her eyes twinkling. She touches her braid, deciding to wash her beautiful hair in the sink while she’s giving herself a mini sponge bath to help cool off and to stay clean. The hygienic standards in the Wasteland are too low, she was cleaner in her dirty cell than most of the mercs and drifters out here. Don’t even get her started on the people sneezing and coughing thick blobs of spit into open air, disgusting. She opens her bag and pulls out her toiletry pouch that contains all the stuff she needs before working off her clothes slowly. Wonders if she can be gentle with herself this time, maybe not scrub until her skin is red and raw or yank the roots of her hair until her scalp is sore)

Nick: *standing nearby, keeping his eyes averted mostly to give her some privacy. He does occasionally glance over to check on her but it’s very brief*

Lucille: *decides to open the sweet shop back up and run it*

Teshteal: *swimming in the water pump area happily*

Jasmine: (Gets off her two shirts and pants off with minimal pain, hanging them up to scrub off any dirt or blood then to let them dry. She unbraids her hair and lets her curls swish over her shoulders loosely, turning to grab a brush when she feels a slight sting from one of her self harm cuts. Her hands quietly remove the bandages from her waist, eyes widening when she sees that one of her deeper cuts is reddening and oozing with a little puss) “Fuck….” (Quickly checks her upper arms and legs, finding a few more of the deeper ones have also gotten infected. Since she promised she would use the knife she got from Lucille only on bad guys, she had stupidly used a raiders dirty knife and didn’t think to sterilize it first. God, this better not be the cause of her fever. She looks around for anything that could help clean the infections, not planning on making a big fuss about it or notifying Nick. This should be a quick fix, it’s only a minor inconvenience)

Nick: *already noticed* There’s antiseptic in the medicine cabinet.

Jasmine: (Jumps a little at his sudden voice, sighing at how jumpy and shaky she is. It’s just a bunch of stupid cuts she did, she can get over it on her own. She opens the medicine cabinet and pulls out the antiseptic and a rag, taking in a deep breath before she unwraps all her bandages and reveals the array of damage she has done. After a moment of staring down at all her wounds with wide eyes, she snatches the brush and turns on the sink, working on washing and maintaining her curls first then the rest of herself. She lathers some soap onto her scalp and rinses away all the dirt and particles that had gotten caught in her hair, carefully sectioning off her curls into parts so it’s easier to brush)

Nick: *feels guilty because he didn’t catch the infection but isn’t going to say anything about it*

Jasmine: (Applies a nice amount of conditioner to the ends of her hair, letting it soak in before she starts brushing it. To get her mind off her wounds and to hopefully calm herself so she doesn’t tear out her own hair or skin, she starts softly singing a tune she used to love) “Keep a little song handy, wherever you go…. And nothing can ever go wrong. Boop-Oopy-Doo!” (Hits the Boop-Oopy-Doo part perfectly, just like Betty Boop did in her cartoons, her voice even captures that cutesy babydoll tone she had) “Keep a little song handy, and sure and you know. Sunshine will follow along…..”

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mooncakesofpan · 2 years

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Metal and Flowers

Gareth Emerson x Gn!Reader

Summary: Singer of Cards Read Dead find themself back in Hawkins to finish high school off the road much to their dismay, maybe Gareth didn’t expect them to recognize him from the past.

A/n: depending on if people like this i might write another part

Warnings: strong language, fluff, Gareth collects every magazine the reader has been in, they/ them pronouns

Word Count: 1.5K

Stranger things Masterlist | Main Masterlist

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK

The news that the lead singer of the Cards Read Death was going to be going on a hiatus spread very quickly threw the music world and it defiantly hit Hawkins where word quickly spread that the “satanic” music that the devil-worshiping lead singer Lunar would be in town. Having to drop your stage name for a while would be something oud have to get used to again.

You had more expected to go to class without a hitch but it seemed the guidance counselor had other plans in hoping to not have you cause trouble around school like simply on your way to class. your Rockstar image of you that led you to get in trouble occasionally seemed to follow you back to town.

the short older lady also felt the need to comment on the metal in your nose lips and eyebrows.

“You know hun all those pretty little piercings aren't a part of the dress code we only permit one piercing in the ear just for future reference”

you didn't care nor did you plan to take your piercings out.

“Anyway dear let's get you your schedule and maps and let's get you to class.”

she walked you to your first class which was history and the teacher started talking to the short chubby lady

“This is one of your new students I recommend putting them in a spot you can keep your eye on them,” she attempted to whisper.

You were told to sit behind this curly-haired boy in a red flannel cutoff decorated with pins.

The teacher was already 20 mins into whatever lesson they were doing, which led you to tap on the brown-haired boy in front of you. He looked back and at that moment you froze, and it seemed so did he. you had recognized him from a concert a year ago in Indianapolis. he was close to the stage and had managed to hand you a flower. It had warmed your heart. So of course, you remembered it. He was also frozen cause you had been sitting right behind him something he could never dream of, you the lead singer lunar was behind him tapping his shoulder asking him for something.

you were defiantly quicker to snap yourself out of your train of thought than him.

“Uh hi I'm new do you think I could use your notes like after class or something,” you tried to ask.

The blue-eyed boy stared at you with a blank face. Making you wave your hand in front of his face slightly.

“Hello, you there? Earth to pretty boy,”

“Oh uh yeah defiantl-, you can uh definitely use my notes,” the words flew out his mouth in a jumble making you chuckle

“Thanks I guess we can talk after class right,” he nodded in response and turned forward Gareth's face was as bright as his cut-off as he tried to sort out what just happened in his head

‘Lunar aka Y/n just asked to use my notes and sits behind me in history class.’

The thought echoed in his mind endlessly. When the end of history came you stood in front of his desk.

“Okay so I kinda have to go do stuff during lunch so maybe I can come to your place or you can come to mine and I can copy your notes then,” you said hands on your messenger bag covered in pins and patches.

“Oh uh yeah uh we could maybe drive to my place later if you don't have a problem with that, o-f, of course, you can say no I wouldn't wanna like be pressuring-”

“no no it's fine I'm y/n and your” you drag the end of your on waiting for a response

“G-Gareth my names Gareth,” he stumbled over his words.

You smiled “Gareth nice, well see you around pretty boy”

And with that, you left the room Gareth could barely process what happened. the number of butterflies in his stomach almost made him throw up.

He noticed you in his math class as well.

Lunch came around and you weren't lying he didn't see you during lunch but he got to his normal spot next to Eddie

“So Lunar is in my class, well technically their name is Y/n” Gareth whisper yells to the group of nerds at the table

Eddie almost chokes on the pretzel in his mouth ”What!?”

“Yes they're in my history class and I may or may not have agreed to swap notes after school,” Gareth said.

“Dude you've gotta introduce us,” Jeff said still in slight shock that you were in fact in Hawkins high school.

“You guys can introduce your selves I barely survived them asking for notes,” he said pointing at the group sitting down.

“So you're telling us you managed to invite them to your house after school- just like that” Pat says

”Yeah more or less what you mad I got more game than you Eddie,” Gareth said feeling a bit too confident in his abilities. despite the fact, that he almost became a puddle when you called him pretty boy.

By the end of the day, the both of you were walking out of the school having shared ceramics together and having a little bit of time to talk about things between the two of you. Then the conversation came up as you were walking to Gareth's car his hands shaved in his pockets,

”So what brought you to Hawkins”

“Oh I'm in a band but I was doing homeschooling but my mom wanted me to finish school in an actual school but we were about to go on tour and everything so it just feels like the most important thing in my life has been put on hold,” you say grasping the strap of your shoulder bag letting out a sigh

“But I grew up here and started performing you when a label picked up Cards Read Death so my mom still lived here while I was doing concerts and so I came back to Hawkins to finish high school,” you finish.

Gareth nods understanding “I’m a part of a small band called corroded coffin we play at this bar on the weekends,”

”Really? that cool I’d like to hear you guys play at some point,” you say finally getting to Gareth’s car

both of you get in and he starts to back out of the parking lot making his way to his house “I'm gonna apologize now I have 3 sisters and they can be a bit.. much,”

You slowly nod your head in response soon enough he pulls into his driveway. He turns his keys in his car to turn it off walking inside.

“Mom I'm home!” he yelled from in front of you “Me and my friend will be in my room!” he tries to get you to his room without running into his little sisters who would probably say way to much and expose his small celebrity crush on you.

“Hi, I'm Lillian,” the little brown-haired girl said walking up to you as Gareth tried to pull you to his room.

“Hi Lillian I’m Y/n” you say crouching down to meet the girl's height

“I’m 6!” the girl said excitedly.

“That's so cool,” you say in an excited tone

“Oh you in all the books GarGar Has,” the 6-year-old says

“Okay, time to go,” Gareth says pulling you up and to his room.

“GarGar that's cute,” you say chuckling as you poke his red cheek.

Your both sitting on the floor of his surprisingly clean room. He hands you his notes looking for his history textbook.

“sorry they're not the best I'm not exactly an A+ student,” he says with a chuckle

“no, no it’s fine somethings better than nothing I just rather not fail,”

he nodded.

“so you were homeschooled what was that like,” he says legs crossed on the floor

”Well my mom taught me when I wasn't doing concerts, and then my mom was like what about prom what about your senior year your graduation, but I guess if I hadn't been forced back to public school I probably wouldn’t have met you again”

“oh you remember that” he winced ”of course, I remember it was sweet I remember when my fans do sweet things I actually pressed the flower in a book somewhere in my room”

“Really?” his face was burning

“Yes really plus I thought you were cute and that certainly hasn't changed,” you said still copying the notes not looking up.

Gareth was a bit thankful for you not looking up it allowed him to hide his burning face better. You guys went over the history lesson from class along with just talking. Gareth was more curious about what Rockstar life was like.

“I enjoyed it my band was cool I miss Ash she's like the older sister of the band and always looked out for me, but gigs were fun. Ooo festivals were one of my favorites,”

“That sounds so fun,” he said smiling.

you looked at the time 7:40

“oh shit, I gotta go” you started rushing to put your stuff in your bag.

you decided to make the first and kiss Gareth on the cheek ”see you around pretty boy,” you say as he raised his hand to the spot you kissed on his freckled cheek.

suddenly you were out the door skateboard in hand.

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