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seungbinbin · 1 year

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meet ugly - hyung line ver.

not every couple has a fairytale start !!

a/n: first headcanons ! idk if i like this format but i thought i could try <3 lmk what u think ! i was also sleep deprived and delirious writing this but i think it’s a little funny heh

warnings: curse words, very ridiculous writing, mentions of food, gn reader ! (lmk if i missed anything!!)

bang chan

you found out there was a new neighbor on your floor

and you were just so excited to make a new friend

plus you heard the lady from the leasing office saying he was really cute 🫣

so you decided to be nice and bake him some muffins for breakfast <33333

what you didn’t know was that your neighbor stayed up until 4am producing a new song

so when you knocked on his door at 8am, bright and early, interrupting his much needed sleep…yeah, he wasn’t very happy

“what do you want? 😒”

oh 😟

you just hand him the muffins, mumble a quick sorry and RUN

he only realizes how rude he was after he wakes up a second time, hours later, seeing the HOMEMADE muffins sitting on his counter with a little note

“welcome neighbor !!!! :)))”

oh my fucking god 😭 he just HAS to apologize

when he finds you (literally knocks on every door on your floor) he says he’s so very sorry and he’s speaking so fast it makes you giggle

“it’s okay, breathe!”

and he decides right then and there that he’ll make it up to you by taking you out for coffee 😋

lee know

studying at a coffee shop was the best thing ever for you

it made it easier to concentrate on your work, it smelled delicious, and the baristas knew you so they always gave you a little cake pop for free <3

you had been hard at work for hours :( poor baby, midterm season is ROUGH

deciding to take a break to rest your eyes from looking at your screen, and your hands from writing, you took a look around and spotted the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your entire life: lee minho !

his hands were full and he looked very annoyed and you thought "woah that's so much coffee!"

what you didn't know is that he had lost the rock, paper, scissors game for coffee duty <///3

and now he was a little (very) irritated carrying 8 cups of coffee

trying to balance 8 large iced americanos was kind of hard, especially in a crowded coffee shop in the middle of lunch rush

but he had everything under control !

until someone bumped into him while he walked past your table

suddenly there was coffee everywhere; on his shirt, on his face and hair, on your face and hair...and all over your table

thankfully, you had managed to pull your laptop away from the disaster before any coffee got on it

however...your review was all wet and messed up

your 6 page, hand-written review you had been working on for the past 4 hours

"holy shit, i'm so sorry-"

and then you were crying 🧍🏻‍♀️ he didn't know what to do

when you explained everything, he offered to rewrite the review for you 🥹

he took the soggy papers with him, then asked for your number (just to ask what he should write and give you the review, totally not because you were the cutest ever! )

changbin

changbin was having an off-day at the gym

he had been trying to beat his last pr but something felt…off

maybe he pulled a muscle while practicing choreography, or his new pre-workout never kicked in

whatever it was, his mind-muscle connection was off and it was beginning to frustrate him

he was so stiff and crampy and ready to go home after his barely-successful arm day >:(

he was angrily typing on his phone with one hand, complaining about his day to chan and holding a 40 pound dumbbell on the other

definitely not watching where he was going !

he walked right into a bench and hit his shin very hard ! ouchie !

which made him lose his grip on the dumbbell and he dropped it

…right on your foot 🥴

“OW, FUCK!”

“oh NO, ARE YOU HURT!?”

“OF COURSE I AM, YOU ASSHOLE, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

please don’t yell at him he didn’t mean to ! he tears up when he sees you start to cry in pain :(

so he apologizes (and keeps doing so as he carries you to his car so he can drive you to the hospital)

when you told him your roommates were out of town and you weren’t from the area, he offered to stay with you :(

and also offered to pay for any medical expenses

oh he just felt so bad 😞

but it’s okay! the doctor said it was a minor fracture that should heal up in no time !

and like…changbin made you laugh the entire time and he’s so kind and nice and pretty and buff…

perhaps you could forgive him for shattering your big toe! but just this once !

hyunjin

you just wanted a nice, peaceful day at the park

the weather was perfect for a picnic and a book and you just had to take the opportunity

a lot of other people had the same idea to visit the local park

hyunjin included! he wanted kkami to get some fresh air and to stretch his legs from being holed up in his art studio all day

everything was going perfectly fine

and then kkami managed to get out of his leash

chaos ensued; everyone could hear his dramatic ass screaming and chasing his little dog 😭

surprise! kkami ended up at your picnic bc he wanted to eat your snacks

“hello, sweet boy!”

he was so friendly, everything was going so well! you even offered him a strawberry

and then he peed on your book

and bit your finger 🧍🏻‍♀️

hyunjin gets there 30 seconds too late and now he has to apologize for kkami and his chihuahua-ness

“oh my fucking god, i’m so sorry, i don’t know why he would do that! are you okay!?”

yes you are…there’s a beautiful man right in front of you holding your hand and checking on you ‼️

there’s still dog pee on your book tho

“there’s a bookstore near by, can i buy you another copy?”

so cute <3 thank u kkami

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poppy-metal · 2 years

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listen. i’m blowing up your inbox and im sorry but i’m a wreck. TALK TO ME AB THE EMOTIONAL I NEED YOU SEX.

eddie’s passionate, and that definitely extends to sex, but you both are so overcome with love and gratitude that you’re both there and okay, and you’re being so gentle with him he wants to cry because he loves you so much. yall figure out why they call it “making love” that night

I was made for loving you.

a/n: this is my fix it fic. my comfort. my delusion.

cw: past fwb eddie x reader. feelings. reader is bad at them. soft sex. soft dom!eddie

why does the term 'making love' warm me up on the inside? i am disgusting.

thinking of being in a fwb situation with him before you went and saved the world together. you'd always kept him at arms length, he's just a punk and you did ballet type shit. but stumbling into your big empty house, dirty and grimy and sweaty, you don't seem that far apart. from that different of worlds.

he'd almost died. you'd had that second of bone chilling fear deep in your gut when the bats had taken him down. the screams you let out had your throat still feeling raw. you hadn't let go of his hand the whole ride home. the whole time he was being attended to. you hadn't spoken much.

you're still silent now, nawing on your bottom lip as you let him use your shower. the distant sound of the water fills your room and you can't handle it anymore. the distance. the being away from him.

he jumps, predictable and dramatic, when you open your bathroom door. he's got the shower running but he'd been sitting on the closed lid of the toliet, scrubbing his hands down his face, still fully clothed.

"jesus." he says, startled. he runs a hand through his bangs, making them stick up. "ever heard of knocking? what I'd been indecent?"

you come to him, knowing he's deflecting. "seen you naked before, munson."

he looks down at his hands on his lap. bites his bottom lip. "right."

you kneel down in front of him and put your hands on his knees, looking up at him. he has such big eyes. expressive. they can't hide anything from you. right now you can tell he's still terrified.

"you almost died, eddie."

you see his throat work around a swallow. his knee under your palm starts to shake a little. bobbing up and down. "i know. yeah i-" he takes a breath. closes his eyes and then opens them again. they look wet. "i know."

you grip him a little hard. your bottom lip trembles. "i almost lost you."

he smiles then. its a crooked, half little smile if a bit wobbly. "can't get rid of me that easily, sweetheart."

you know he uses jokes like this, his sarcasm, as a defense. usually you roll your eyes at it, let it roll off your shoulders like water and maybe say something biting back, even if you don't mean it. you can't find it in you to joke right now.

"I don't want to get rid of you." you say, completely serious. "eddie, you know that right? you know that i- that you-"

he looks at you. his eyes are that intense kind of dark they get before he kisses you. when he knows you're bluffing when you say something casual. like he can see inside you so easily. like its nothing. it never fails to make you feel stripped bare. naked.

"that you what?" his voice is soft. testing. his hands cover yours on his thighs, thumbs stroking over your knuckles.

you'd kiss him now usually. to avoid the truth of your feelings. to cover up, at least metaphorically, how naked he made you feel.

you swallow and instead of covering up, you stand slowly. his eyes track the movement until he's staring up at you, wide eyes framed by pretty lashes.

"that i need you." you say, simply. and then you're raising your hands to unbutton your tattered blouse. your hands trembling.

you've undressed in front of him more times then you can count, had him undress you. this is different. this means something. this is you letting him in.

he watches you, entranced. he always looks so worshipful. before you'd always dug your nails into his back to avoid those looks, dug your heels into his ass and taunted him in some way to make him fuck you hard not gentle.

gentle was what people who felt for eachother did. gentle was making love. gentle was being in love.

when you step out of your panties you're already slick between your legs. but you ignore that for now and reach for him. you want him bare too. you want nothing between you, nothing but skin and bones and flesh and aliveness. hes alive. hes okay. hes here.

"wanna feel you." you say, almost pleadingly as you guide him to stand. he's taller than you, your nose at his shoulders. your fingers delve into his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders. "need to- need to know you're okay. is that- is that okay?"

you'd never asked something like that before. but you genuinely want to know. maybe this isn't what he needs right now.

you hear his shaky inhale and then his hands are helping you, shaking just as much as yours to divest him of his clothes. you swallow when he steps out of his jeans. his body is beautiful. a work of art. pale and lean. your hand pets through the hair trailing down his navel, marveling at how his stomach flexea under your touch.

"i need" he stops and then starts again. "i need you too. so much. you don't know how much i do."

you peer up at him and let yourself smile as your hand reaches down to lightly grip the hard flesh between his thighs. his eyes flutter when your palm envelopes his velvety cock. stroking it once. "show me?"

when he looks at you, he looks pained. "I don't know if i can pretend I'm not fucking in love with you tonight, baby. i can't- i can't just fuck you like you weren't the last thing i saw before i thought i was gonna kick it."

you feel your chest crack open. you regret so much of your past. so much time spent pushing this beautiful boy away when you should have been pulling him closer. so much closer. letting him love you.

"i don't want to pretend anymore, eddie." you lean up on your tip toes to brush your lips against his. "make love to me."

he lets out a broken sound. a whimper almost, and then he's kissing you. hard at first and then gentle. his hands cup your face. tongue flicking against yours, melting into your mouth. "let me clean you up first, yeah? think we both need to not smell like sewage."

and you do. let him. and he lets you. you step into the lukewarm shower together and its the most intimate you've ever been with eachother. wandering hands gliding over wet skin, fingers massaging shampoo into hair. you hold eachother, chest to chest for awhile under the spray, fingers dancing between his shoulder blades as his stroke down your spine.

when you step out, you don't bother with towels, both needy now. you let him guide you back to your room, to your bed, where he lowers you down onto the soft plush of your bed.

"so pretty." he says against your stomach, kissing his way down. "you've got such a beautiful body. know you don't like me spending too much time on it- but god. that's all i want to do. take my time with you. love every inch of you with my mouth."

he kisses your pubic bone and you close your eyes. "let me?"

you spread your legs in response.

his mouth between your legs is wet and slippery. your cunt is a wet and open gash between your legs, weeping its blood, your slick, into his licking mouth. he's gentle, flicking your engorged clit with the slick muscle before gently wrapping his mouth around it.

one of his hands glides up the bed and you immediately let him enterlace your fingers, gripping onto him hard as he eats you out impossibly slow. he's looking up at you as he does, and you widen your legs as far as they'll go for him, feel the lips of your sex part under the insistent pressure of his lips and tongue.

you don't look away, holding his hand as you look down at him licking between your folds, delving his tongue deep between them. your mouth drops when he pushes it against your hole, trembling when he starts to lick it inside you. deep and broad strokes.

"eddie, i-" you can't finish the sentence, overwhelmed.

he comes up, his mouth wet and red from your juices and you feel the cool metal of his guitar pick necklace glide between your breasts as he lowers himself on top of you, melding your bodies.

he sees your eyes on the necklace and his shoulders are hitching in the next moment, as he distangles it from around his neck and through the mess of his hair.

you hold your breath, tears pricking as he places it around your neck. fingering it where it rests in your clavicle. "you look good with a little me on you."

your eyes water and you don't try to push back the tears as you spread your thighs around his waist. lift your hips to aid his gentle rocking between your legs. "you've always been on me." you swallow. "in me. i-in my heart. always."

he rests his forehead against yours, both of you holding your breath as the spongy head of him prods at your entrance, gliding between the slick folds and pressing against that tiny hole. it opens for him, as always.

"fuck." he sighs as he slides in. slides home. your body welcoming his inside it easily. "you're imprinted on my f-fucking soul, honey. drove me crazy that i couldn't show it to you."

you grip his back, feeling the muscles flex with the movement of your bodies swaying on the mattress. you're meeting his thrusts, moving your body with his, toes curling at his sides where they dangle around his moving hips.

"never- never gonna push you away again." you gasp, overwhelmed. this feels so good. intense. "dont let me eddie- need you. need you so much."

he shakes his head, sweaty forhead against yours. he's pressed so close to you, you can feel the sticky sweat between your bodies making your skin slip and slide against eachother. your cunt is making wet sounds around his cock filling you over and over.

"not gonna let you." he moans against your mouth, kissing you hard. he's punching the breath out of your lungs with each thrust. "you're mine. you hear me? mine the second you locked eyes with me in homeroom, mine the minute you approached me after school behind the bleachers, mine the second you let me inside you, mine the second you stepped through that door and told me to make love to you."

"eddie." you whine and pant, gripping yourself to him tight. "eddie im gonna-"

"do it, baby." he looks between your moving bodies where his flesh is steadily meeting yours, watches his cock glide in and out. watches the shine of your need for him coat his cock when he slides out and grunts when he thrusts back home. "you cum on me you're not getting away from this, from us. the moment you wet my cock you're saying you're mine. no going back."

his lips mesh against the lobe of your ear, grinding his pelvis hard into yours. hes so fucking deep.

"so. fucking. do. it." each word punctuated with a deep thrust.

your world whites out as you cum around him, shaking and moaning and clinging onto him. its the biggest thing you've ever felt. your heart feels like it can't even contain all its feeling. Its too much.

"im yours." you cry out, soaking his cock. "im yours, im yours."

he's fucking you harder now, moving against you desperately as he chases his own pleasure. "yeah you are." he moans, his fingers looping through his necklace around your neck and pulling so your head it tugged forward until your foreheads are knocking. "about time you caught up."

when he cums, you both moan. the warm splash of it filling your milking walls. "god your pussy." he whines, "it was made for me."

you wrap your arms around him. both of you anchoring the other.

"i was made for loving you, I think."

#ask #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie spaghetti #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 spoilers #stranger things x you #eddie x reader

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g4yforethan · 2 months

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rescue

pairing: leon kennedy x gn reader

summary: leon saves reader from escaping raccoon city and falls for them

warnings: cursing, pure fluff, kissing!

a/n: been obsessed with resident evil for a while now so i just wanted to do this for my re fanss ;)) also ik the pics i chose are from re4 just go with it.

you were in your apartment folding laundry in the living room. the tv was turned on as re-runs of tv shows played in the background. all of a sudden, “BREAKING NEWS” displayed over your television screen. as you got closer to the tv, you heard screams and bangs coming from your complex. “we interrupt this broadcast as Raccoon City has fallen victim to a mysterious virus spreading throughout the city. We advise all residents to take shelter and gather resources in case of evacuation.” the broadcast lost signal and the screen was now black.

you were terrified by this news as you lived alone and had little to no knowledge about what to do in a situation like this. then, a bang on your door startled you and almost caused you to have a heart attack. “who’s there??” you shouted out the most cliche horror movie question but there was no response. you got closer to the door, tip-toeing all the way to your peephole. you looked through and saw a man standing there but he didn’t look like a man. his skin was pale as a ghost and he was missing his right arm. you gasped and ran towards your window to escape.

when you got to the front of your apartment complex , you ran left towards a gas station hoping that someone would be able to help. once you got there, it was pitch black and there didn’t seem to be anyone inside. you walked around before hearing screams coming from the backroom. gunshots go off as you run to take cover. all of a sudden, a man runs out and grabs you. "IT'S NOT SAFE HERE LET'S GO!" he screamed as he pushed outside towards his car. you went inside and finally got a good look of him. even in the situation, you noticed how attractive he was but tried not to focus too much on that. "thank you so much. i'm so confused! what is happening?!" you asked him as he drove out of the gas station and onto the road. "i could ask you the same thing! listen it's my first day on the job and this shit happens. i must have great luck i guess."he rolled his eyes and tried to find a safe place for you both.

"the news reporter said something about a virus but i always thought a virus would just mean a cold or something not FUCKING zombies!" you screamed as you still tried to grasp what was happening. the man could tell you were shaking from anxiety and pulled over. "hey hey it's okay. whatever happens i'll make sure we both get out of here safe and sound. it's my job." you smiled at him and felt your heart rate go down. "thanks for that. it was sweet. what's your name?" "Leon. Leon S. Kennedy. yours?" "y/n. you have a cute name leon." you noticed leon started to blush and put his hand on your shoulder. "if we make it out of here alive, can i take you out on a date?"

you were taken back by what he said. one because you two had just met and second you were both in the middle of a life or death situation. "umm yeah sure i would love to." you both smiled at each other as leon turned to the road and found an exit out of raccoon city. after a while, he found a motel that was vacant and the two of you went inside to rest. "how about we just stay here for the night and get some rest?" he asked you as he took off his shirt and pants and went into bed. "i mean yeah sure if that's okay." the two of you laid in bed as leon kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms around you. "i'm so glad i met you tonight. we're gonna be okay i promise. just get some rest y/n." he reassured you with another kiss on your shoulder. you turned and kissed him on the lips. "thank you leon. so after all of this is over, where are we going for our first date?"

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napakmahal · 2 months

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Drop your pin

Chat i MIGHT have cooked with this one

This is bad, this is so bad.

Less than two hours ago you left your house to drive over to a nice restaurant in downtown San Fransokyo and now you were pulled over at a gas station parking lot staring at your dreaded flat tire. If you hadn’t turned off your music to take a phone call from your friend mid-drive you probably would have never heard the dreaded: BANG!

What’s even worse is you were running late for your first formal date with a guy you met at an off-campus study site where you worked as a barista. He looked so cute in his little academic grind, so focused you thought his eyebrows were stuck in a permanent scowl. Thankfully, said the boy was studying so hard that he refilled his caffeinated iced tea almost four times and he came up to you. He started the conversation by rubbing his beautiful brown eyes tiredly saying “I am really tired, but I’m trying to stay away from coffee for a little bit.”

And somehow, his voice made him almost ten times more attractive than you originally thought him to be. By the time you finished pouring his tea, he’d complimented everything about you. From the hairstyle, you had dawned that day to how well you did your job. He was perfect and you were so excited for this date.

Until the universe had just to come and ruin it.

Canceling is one thing, but canceling because your tire popped is another. Everyone knows that whenever someone cancels last minute because they’re having ‘car troubles’ actually means ‘I wanted you to get lost from day one and now I have a reason not to see you.’ That and the lame excuse of ‘Oh I’m just really busy this week.’

This is why you can’t help but feel a sense of dread boiling in your stomach while you hear your phone ring and ring, waiting for him to answer. You like this boy, honest. But after this, he may not be so sure.

You swear you can feel your heart drop to the pits of your stomach when you first hear his voice.

“Hi, I’m not there yet. I just turned onto the 5 and-oh shit! Are you already there? I’m so sorry.”

You would laugh if you didn’t feel like crying. “Umm no, I’m not. Tadashi I have some bad news.”

“Uh-oh, what’s up?”

You took a deep breath. “Okay umm, so when I turned onto the highway my right tire popped and now I’m outside this sketchy-looking gas station trying to figure out what to do.”

Silence. All you could hear on his end of the call was the zooming of other cars next to his.

“Tadashi?” You confirmed. “Are you still there? Look I know it sounds like such a lie and I’m sorry. I really was looking forward to going out with you and I feel so bad about-”

“Drop me the pin.” The sound of his voice forced you to have such a visceral and public reaction.

Drop the pin? Like-to him? Why?

“L-Like,” You stuttered. “My pin? Right now?”

“Yeah, your pin.”

So you did. You sent him your GPS pin and waited for a little less than ten minutes. What did he want with your location? Maybe he just wanted to make sure you weren’t lying to him about being at the gas station. He could just never show up. After about seven minutes had passed, a rusty old work truck drove off the exit and into the gas station parking lot. Flashing bright yellow headlights. The truck pulled up almost directly in front of you and for a moment you felt fear. A stranger just coming up to you in a car in a sketchy area while you have no other way of escaping. But that fear dripped away when you saw it was Tadashi who was driving.

“Oh my gosh, hi.” You stared at him, slightly confused but extremely relieved.

He opened the door and walked towards you. “Hey, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, but my tire isn’t and I really don’t want to have to pay to get a new one.” You groaned at the thought of dealing with car troubles.

Tadashi squated down with a grunt at your popped tire. “Do you know how to change one of these?”

“Erm, kind of.” You answered honestly. “I don’t know it well enough to try it. I’m too scared to try it on my actual tire.”

He hummed before asking you to pop open your trunk so he could reach in and get your spare. And for the next twenty-two minutes, you watched your date grunt, sigh, groan, and flex all the muscles he had lifting and changing your popped tire. You learned two things in those thirty minutes.

1)That your date is one hell of a handyman and 2) That your date is not only cute but damn is he hot.

When he finished, he stood back up stretching out his limbs and cracking his neck.

“Now, you can’t really drive on a spare for too long so we’ll just go back and change it.” He said as if it were the most nonchalant thing in the world and not an act of pure chivalry.

You, who was almost starstruck at this man practically launched yourself and him in the biggest hug you’ve ever given someone.

You gushed, “Oh! Thank you so much. You’re so sweet!”

Thankfully, he hugged you back. Arms fully wrapped around you and jaw rested on the top of your head. When the two of you let go, he took your phone and put an address in it. One you had never even heard of. A place called the Lucky Cat Café and when you asked all he said was “We’re going there to change your tire.”

So the two of you got back onto the highway and drove backwards from your original date spot. For most of the drive you tried to keep the back of his car in your sights even though you had the GPS on. By the time you’d arrived, the street that the Lucky Cat was located on was practically empty. Everyone and all businesses seemed to be asleep for the night, which is why you both had decided on a place in Downtown San Fransokyo where the city rarely sleeps.

You shut your car door behind you. “What is this place?”

“It’s my aunt’s café, we live on the top. You see?” He pointed at a window in the top of the building with a glowing light through it like someone was home. “So my garage is on the side over there, do you want to just park there and I’ll change your tire.”

Wait he was serious. Like he was full-on going to change your spare tire.

“Seriously?” You double-checked.

Tadashi smiled followed by a light and airy laugh. “Yeah, I’m serious.”

So you drove past the main building and into the rather large alleyway where his garage was. From where you were you could see the garage door that was painted on the sides with traditional Japanese art.

“Did you paint that?” You pointed at the door.

Tadashi fumbled around in his pocket for the garage door key. “Me and my brother worked on it when we were in middle school.”

“So you guys are close?”

Guys that love their families are mad hot.

The door slowly propped open. “Extremely close and- oh. Speak of the devil.”

Sitting inside the garage was a boy who couldn’t have been any older then fifteen on the couch resting flat on his back. Scrolling on his phone and eating a green melon popsicle in white calf socks.

He lifted his head to see the two of you standing in the frame of the garage, large brown eyes that resembled Tadashi’s staring like a deer in headlights.

“Oh shit,” He grunted. “What’s up?”

Tadashi alternated his hand between the two of you. “Hiro this is y/n, y/n this is my little brother Hiro.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Hiro.” You smiled. Tadashi had mentioned him a few times and you’d heard him in the background of some of the FaceTime and regular phone calls you had with Tadashi.

Before he could respond, your date looked around his garage with a look of confusion on his face. “Dude, where are the tires?”

“Behind the dumpster.” Hiro said like it was obvious.

Tadashi rolled his eyes. “The unused ones, dumbass.”

“Oh, side shed.”

Your date excused himself and pulled out his phones flashlight to navigate his way through the dark of the night to his familys storage shed. Leaving you alone with his younger brother who had since put his phone down.

“You’re y/n?”

“Yep.” You popped the ‘p’ rocking back and forth on your feet.

Hiro’s face filled with a sudden smugness. “You know he’s like super into you, right?”

You tried to fight the obvious smile that wanted to come to your face. “Really?”

“Before he left he called all of his friends to make sure he looked good enough to leave the house.” He scoffed at the memory.

Just then, Tadashi came back rolling a brand new tire for your car. He told Hiro to scram before setting it down and grabbing his own tools. The garage itself was crazy, filled with tools, walls of water stained blueprints, chalk drawings, and premade machinery including a 3D printer and two different computers.

While changing your new tire, you took the time to really apologize for the messed up ‘date’ you were having.

“I’m so sorry about this, this is not what I planned at all.” Your voice laced with sincerity.

Tadashi’s face fell into one of fake disbelief as he joked, “You mean you didn’t intentionally pop your own tire so I would come and get you and we had to change it instead of going out to the restaurant we’re both appropriately dressed for?”

You laughed and gently punched him in the arm. “Don’t be an ass.”

“I know, I’m just joking.” He reassured you. “You look really beautiful though, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that before.”

“Aww, thank you. You look half decent as well.”

The two of you laughed as he continued to change your tire. There was a point where the new one he brought out for you had weighed so much he had to take off his dress jacket and lift it up like a deadlift. At his obvious struggle you offered to help but it was pointless.

“No it’s okay I got it.”

“Really?” You asked. “I can help you out. Plus it would teach me for the future.”

“Well when you’re with me, you won’t ever have to change your own tire.” Just as he said it, he regretted it. The two of you hadn’t even really been on a first date, just a few flirty texts and calls. That’s it.

He covered his mouth. “Oh-that’s not- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

To his relief and surprise you laughed in the most adorable way he’d ever heard someone laugh. “It’s okay, that was cute. Really cute.”

“Oh thank god.” He breathed out.

After a couple more flirty conversations and remarks, he’d finally finished installing your new tire and placed the spare back in your car.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” You cooed and kissed him on the cheek.

A warm blush expanded across his face after the kiss your given him as he dizzely responded, “No problem.”

You had your arms hooked around his neck as you both just stared at each other. Tadashi looked down at his watched and hummed.

“You know, they’re still open.” He referred to the restaurant from your original plan.

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. He did all of that for you, and he still wanted to go out?

“Y-you,” You began to stutter in disbelief. “You still want to go out with me.”

“If anything I want to go out with you even more now.” He whispered so low only you could hear. “Do you want to go out with me?”

“Yes.” You whispered back, falling into his dark brown eyes.

He smiled, face getting closer and closer to yours. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Ye-”

Kissing before the first date even starts is unheard of for you. It’s not something you would ever do…normally. But to be fair nothing about that first date was normal. You ran you hands up his jet black hair, lightly pulling at the strands while his hands held yourl ower back. How could making out with someone you hadn’t even gone on a proper date with in the middle of his garage with the door wide open feel so incredibly intimate?

When you two had pulled away all you could do was laugh. What was so funny? You don’t actually know, but something about it had made to so giggly. Face pressed into his chest, laughing.

You two had decided that it seemed like a better idea for Tadashi to drive to two of you downtown and when you opened the passenger seat door there was a large bouquet of pink tulips and daisy fillers on the seat with a calligraphy card with your name on it wrapped in brown paper. You covered your smile with your mouth as you picked up the bouquet.

“I was going to give those to you when we got there.” Tadashi said shyly, embarrassed that he missed the opportunity to give them to you when he pulled up to the gas station parking lot.

All you did was stare at him, endearence in your eyes before kissing that boy straight on the lips another time.

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LADY OF NAMEK — ethan landry

warning: violence, harassment, cursing, murder, creepy behavior, slut shaming (?), fem! reader

word count: 3.8k

authors note: ethan gets pervy/creepy at the end, and mindy gets kinda mean at the end. (more then she usually is).

chapter one

as ethan catches up to you, he grabs your hand to get your attention. the sudden movement forces you to spin around, almost falling forward as you lose balance quickly in your heels.

reacting quicker than you, ethan wraps a hand around your waist, stabilizing you. confusion soon melts into relief as you recognize the boy. “ethan! hey!” you beamed, face flushed from the heat of the party.

“hey y/n! where are you headed?” he steps up to the same step you stood on, even in heels he still towers over you.

“bathroom; need a break from the party,” your shoulders slump as you remember why you were heading upstairs.

analyzing your body language, ethan could tell something was wrong with you. taking the initiative, he removes his hands from your waist and grabs your hand; leading you further up the stairs.

following him like a lost puppy, you let him drag you up the stairs. unbeknown to you or ethan, chad was watching from below. a smirk plastered on his face as his sister rolls her eyes next to him.

“watch, she isn't going to come back down alive—”mindy gets cut off with an elbow to the stomach. groaning, she punches her brother back, barely making chad flinch.

rolling his eyes, he walks away, happy that his friend finally grew a pair.

you and ethan sat in the bathroom, awkward silence filling the small room. you sat on the counter of the sink, while ethan sat next to you on the toilet.

fidgeting with your mini skirt, you try to stop overthinking about the situation that happened downstairs.

“you okay?” ethan’s eyes peer up at you, face full of concern. “yeah—yeah, i’m fine, ethan,” you try to reassure him, but not even you seem convinced by your own words.

“are you sure? i know we aren’t close, but you can trust me... i swear i'm a great listener,” ethan tries to get you to open up, mostly because he wants you to trust him; to let your guard down around him.

with a sigh, you decide to trust him. what’s the worst that could happen?

“it’s nothing, really. just some guy that was bothering me, wouldn’t leave me alone,” trying your best to downplay the whole situation.

“it’s not nothing if it’s bothering you y/n” ethan assured you, what you failed to realize was the way ethan’s demeanor changed.

his mind started to race, wondering who did something to you. a backpack that waited for him behind the house, filled with the ghostface entire, was set for a different purpose, but why not kill two birds with one stone?

so engulfed in his head, ethan didn’t register that you had started ranting to him about what happened.

“—and he just kept pressin’ me about going back to his place. my friends had to tell him off for him to leave me alone.”

ethan nods his head to show you that he’s listening, which he is, partly. he’s still trying to figure out how he’ll go through killing.

“like holy shit get the hint!—” loud banging to the bathroom door cut you off.

YO! WHOEVER THE FUCK IS IN THERE, GET THE FUCK OUT!

startled, you quickly hop off the counter, ethan following suit. swinging the door open, you come face to face with the asshole that was harassing you.

before you could slip past him, he steps in your way. “fuckin’ slut! you really rejected me for some fucking loser,” he sneers.

“not what it looks like, connor, he’s just my friend,” you explain, trying your hardest to move past him. you start to track back down the stairs, connor following behind you, ego hurt.

“yeah right, you just open your legs for anyone huh,” he shouts. ignoring him, you try to find your friend. looking everywhere, you couldn’t see anyone, you couldn’t even find ethan.

where did ethan go? he was right behind you when you walked out the restroom. a strong grip rips your attention away; an angry connor tries to drag you away.

fighting him, the two of your start to cause a scene. “get the fuck off of me! let go!” you try to fight him off, your useless attempts only make his grip tighten.

“hey man, she said to let go,” someone cuts in behind you; a strong arm pulls you closer to them, stopping you from getting dragged any further.

looking up, you see chad, a calm demeanor hiding anger that was bubbling from within him. turning to face chad, connor scoffs, letting go of you; he raises his hands in defense.

backing off immediately, he starts to walk off, mumbling curses and insults. whispers from people around you start to die down, everyone returning to minding their business.

letting go of you, chad starts to ask if you’re okay. “yeah, i’m fine. he’s been doing that for the whole party, so thank you for finally getting him off my back,” you grumbled, wrapping your hands around your own body.

“no worries about it! come on, i saw mei somewhere around here,” he smiles at you, wrapping a hand around your shoulder as he leads you through the frat house.

a muffled scream is drowned out by the loud music that blares through the house. ethan, now fully dressed in his black robe and white mask, plunges his knife into connor’s stomach.

blood starts to seep out of his mouth, eyes wide as he starts to choke on his own blood. more muted screams rip out of his throat, slumping forward.

twisting his knife upward, ethan rips open connor’s stomach, his squishy insides now leaking out.

finally pulling out his knife from the inside of connor’s stomach, he lets the frat boy fall down. ethan's chest heaves, staring down at connor’s limp body. wiping the blood off his knife, he starts to walk away, picking up the backpack that holds his casual clothing.

by the third ring, you give up completely. groaning, you hand chad back his phone. “i’m sorry y/n, i could’ve sworn she was here like three seconds ago,” chad tries to comfort you.

“it’s fine, not your fault. i’ll probably just call an uber—” interrupted once again, a loud crowd starts to form near the door leading to the backyard.

confused, both you and chad turn to look at each other. without saying anything, chad starts pushing past the crowd. following his lead, you start to see what’s happening.

a pool of blood is the first thing you see; your heart starts to beat faster. a limp connor now sits in the middle of the kitchen, the people who found him crouching next to him. another person stands nearby, phone to their ear, calling the police.

connor is dead, dead right in front of you. he was an asshole, sure, but he didn't deserve to die. you start to feel sick, the way his dismembered body lays, wide blue eyes blank–lifeless. rushing past the crowd, you book it outside.

gasping for fresh air, you let out a choked sob, your whole body shaking. you didn't realize that chad and his friends followed you outside. “y/n! let's go, we need to leave,” chad urges. your vision hazy from crying, you nod weakly.

as you and everyone else get into chad's car, silence falls. sitting in the front seat, you curl yourself up, bringing your knees to your chest. you couldn't help but feel guilty; he died right after what happened.

this doesn't feel like a coincidence; it can't be.

pulling up to your apartment complex, chad parks outside the main entrance. “come on y/n, let me walk you to your door,” he unbuckles his seat belt and gets out. walking around to your side, he opens the door and waits for you to get out.

as the two of you approach the door to your apartment, you start to get the feeling of dread. the door is slightly cracked open, the lights are off.

your body starts to feel like its made of jelly, feels like youre moving in slowmo as you push the door open.

a loud scream rips through your throat; your roommate and friend lay bloody at the entrance of your house. you stumble back, shaking violently, a weak whimper leaves your lips.

why? first connor, now your roommates? why? what did they do? what did you do?

tears stream down your face, your head feeling dizzy. the last thing you see is chad's face, terror written all over it.

waking up to a soft mattress, you shoot up; frantic eyes scan your surroundings. a quick glance to a window shows it’s still night.

you don’t recognize who’s room you're in, eyes glazing over the nerdy movie posters on the wall, and the small desk cramped with papers in a corner.

getting up, you start to head to the only door in sight. stepping out, light chatter fills your ears. rubbing your eyes to adjust to the light change, you start to head in the direction of the talking.

chad, ethan, tara, and two other girls are gathered in the living room. your roommate, chantel, is also there, her face looking worse than yours.

deafening silence fills the room, all eyes on you. chantel is the first to react, rushing towards you and pulling you into a hug.

your face sinks into the crook of her neck, letting all the memories from earlier flood your mind.

“i’m sorry, chantel. i-i didn’t— i don’t know why. i’m so so sorry,” you sob, small hiccups and whimpers falling from your lips as you continue to apologize.

“it’s not your fault, y/n... none of this is,” chantel reassures, pulling away from you. wiping your tears gently, you refuse to meet her eyes.

guilt eats at you, the same questions playing on repeat in your head. the image of your friends' lifeless bodies flashes through your mind; their faces contorted with fear.

holding your face in her hands, chantel forces eye contact with you. “look at me, y/n. this isn’t your fault, there was no way you could’ve prevented this, okay?” chantel’s soft gaze never falters, though you can tell on the inside she's just as scared.

nodding your head, chantel pulls away. quickly grabbing her belongings, she starts to head towards the front door.

“wait where are you going?” you question, confused on where she could go if your apartment is probably under investigation.

“we’re staying with my boyfriend; come on,” she motions you to follow her. “no, you two should stay here; it’s better to be in groups,” ethan argues suddenly.

“no.” chantel says blankly, walking back to you and pulling you away.

“why not?” ethan still fighting to keep you here with him.

“because we barely know any of you...?” chantel retorts, annoyance starting to creep into her. you know her patience is running thin.

“she has a point. i mean we barely know both of them; just because we all knew mei doesn’t mean we know each other,” someone butts in from behind ethan. mindy, chad's sister if you remember correctly.

“i mean, how do we know they didn’t do this?” she continues, bewilderment fills you and chantel. even her other friends seem shocked by her statement.

“excuse me?!” chantel barks, stepping towards the girl. before she could do anything rash, you hold her back. “come on, chan, calm down,” you can't handle this anymore, too much is happening.

before another word could come out of the mindy’s mouth, chad steps in. “alright, mindy, not the time. they knew mei longer than we did.”

“still suspicious,” mindy mumbles under her breath.

“fuck you, i don’t know where you people get off telling us that we killed our best friend. you don’t know shit about us,” chantel sneered, her face seething with anger.

“but we know about ghostface, so be my guest. go get yourselves killed.” mindy threatens, raising from the couch she sat on.

“mindy, come on,” the girl who was cuddled next to her grimaced. “no! so many people died tonight, and they’re all tied to her! so unless ghostface is after her too, then i don’t know who to trust,” she points at you, causing a chain of reactions to ensue.

chad, mindy, and chantel all start to argue. (chad more so trying to calm his sister) tara (who you knew because of sam back when you were first attacked by ghostface) then jumps in, taking the side of her friend.

overwhelmed by everything, you start to draw away from the situation, heading back into the room you woke up in. ethan notices and starts to follow you, trying his best to go unnoticed by the group still arguing.

softly knocking on the door to his room, ethan walks in, seeing you curled up on his bed makes him smile. quickly pulling himself back to reality, he shuffles next to you.

“hey, you okay?”

“not really, e.. i mean my friends just died, i don’t know why i'm getting targeted. i'm scared and confused and—and it’s just a lot,” you ramble, feeling frustrated with yourself.

you feel stupid, you feel like the weakest link. you’re not strong like sam or chantel, nor are you super smart.

is that why you’re getting targeted? why you?

you don’t realize that your eyes started to well up with tears, letting them fall down your face.

ethan decides to take a risk and wraps his hands around you, pulling you in close to comfort you.

leaning into him, you allow yourself to cry in front of him, letting your tears wet his sweater. ethan whispers sweet nothings into your ear, rubbing a soothing hand on your back, pushing you closer to his body.

after you find yourself not being able to cry anymore, you pull away from ethan.

he frowns from loss of contact but keeps a resting hand on your back, his hand drawing small circles on your clothed back. just in time, the girl who was next to mindy walks in.

“hey, i’m sorry if i’m barging in, but i couldn’t be in there anymore. the arguing was too much,” she awkwardly shuffles into the room.

“it’s fine, anika,” ethan tells her, nodding her head awkwardly as she finds herself sitting on ethan’s study chair. “you okay now, y/n?” anika’s tone was soft, not wanting to come off too strong.

“i’m fine, thank you,” you reply, sending the girl a crooked smile.

“this is our first time formally meeting, so hi, my name is anika, and i’m dating that tall girl out there. i swear she isn’t as mean as she seems. it’s nice to meet you,” she smiles, holding her hand out for you to shake.

surprised, you giggle at her introduction, shaking her hand and introducing yourself.

“yeah right..” ethan murmurs next to you, causing you to turn to him with a confused look.

“well, ethan's an exception to mindy, but trust me, you’ll warm up,” anika objected. your sadness slowly fades as you find yourself becoming more comfortable with ethan and anika.

the three of you stay in ethan’s room, talking and sharing things about each other. it was nice bonding with them, you soon find out something all of you seem to have in common is not being a part of the “core four”.

another knock to ethan’s door stops the conversation between the three of you, a pair of siblings stand at the door.

“y/n, chantel left. she uh.. gave up on arguing and just walked out, so you’re kinda stuck here now,” chad explains, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

“oh.”

“on the bright side, you're safe..?” he trails off, scared of what your reaction would be to being told your friend got so fed up with them she just left you with a bunch of strangers.

“it’s fine, chad, i’ll just sleep on your couch,” you shrug. chantel can be a bit much whenever she’s mad, so you don’t blame her for walking out.

before anything else could happen, mindy lets out a breathy cough, a sign that she wants everyone’s attention. chad drops a hand on his sister's shoulder, knowing what she’s about to do is going to be a blow to her ego.

“i’msorryididn’tmeantoblameyouformeisdeathiwasjustparanoidandscared”

you shared a look of confusion then understanding as you replayed mindy’s words in your head (hearing chantel constantly rambling really comes in handy now).

chuckling, you get up from beside ethan and walk up to mindy, her eyes closed, awaiting for you to scream at her.

you awkwardly pat her arm, accepting her apology with a smile. sighing, she slumps, being able to breathe now that you don’t seem angry at her.

“now could the two of you move, i need to piss.”

staring at yourself in the mirror, you start regretting letting chantel leave without you. your mascara smeared and dried under your eyes wasn’t flattering.

your dirty party dress was even worse; god, you looked like a hot mess. shutting the lights off as you step out to peek into ethan’s room.

“hey, can i borrow some clothes? i want to shower, and i know mindy and anika already left,” you ask. ethan is laying on his bed, scrolling through his phone, and shoots right up.

“yeah! here, let me find something.” he sounds too excited to be sharing his clothes with you, but you don’t really care. you just need to wash away everything from today.

ethan scrambles to find something for you to wear, pulling out a sweatshirt and some shorts. handing them over, he apologizes if they don’t fit. (in the back of ethan’s mind, he thought about giving you boxers but decided against it.)

thanking him, you walk back into the bathroom and start the shower. (the two bottles of 2-in-1 and the single soap bar scared you tremendously, but you progressed.)

finishing up, you step out of the shower, a soft knock to the door startles you. “hey, i forgot to give you a towel! h-here, i’ll leave it on the fl—“

quickly opening the door, your wet head peering out to see ethan holding a folded towel, his cheeks blushing from seeing the upper part of your naked body.

“thanks, e! thought i was going to run out naked to find one,” you joke, grabbing the towel and closing the door hastily.

ethan just stood there, dazed by the small amount of skin he saw. the way you dressed left little to ethan’s imagination, but this was different to him.

you were naked on the other side; he didn’t hear you relock the door. he could walk in and see your wet nude body, watching how your face would look filled with terror; desperately trying to hide from him.

he could take you right now.

the sound of you jiggling the bathroom door handle makes ethan aware that he’s still standing in front of the bathroom. you swing the door open, getting startled to still see ethan standing where you left him.

“if you needed to use the restroom, you could’ve just told me to change in your room,” you mention, walking past ethan to the kitchen to grab a plastic bag to put your dirty clothes in.

ethan tried coming up with an excuse but instead he stuttered out some nonsense.

“well, could you please give me a blanket so that i could sleep on the couch,” you shout from the kitchen.

“y-yeah, sure,” he answered, walking into his room and grabbing the blanket off his bed. (it was the only blanket he had, but he didn’t care if he was cold.)

watching you as you throw the couch pillows onto the floor, ethan watches you, taking in the way you look with his clothes on.

the sweater fitting you like a dress, the basketball shorts he gave you were way below your knees. you looked tiny in his clothes. (made the both of you realize the actual size difference between the two of you.)

finishing up, you look over to see ethan with the blanket. grabbing it from him, you smile and thank him, quickly jumping into the long couch and getting comfortable.

“goodnight, e, thanks again for letting me borrow your clothes,” you say, smooshing your face into the pillow.

“yeah, goodnight, y/n.. i’ll leave the hallway light on for you, okay?”

nodding, you quickly drift to sleep. you were a heavy sleeper, so once you were out, you weren’t waking up until morning.

ethan turns the living room lights off but doesn’t walk away immediately. he watches as you fall asleep, admiring your bare face and wet hair.

ethan didn’t know you were a heavy sleeper, so when the flash of his camera didn’t wake you, he was overjoyed.

he couldn’t wait until you were finally his.

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finally guys! chapter two!! srry (not srry) i made ethan a little perv at the end but he’s obsessed with you. guys i almost hit 4k words like this was long (for me). hope yall enjoyed! somewhat proofread!

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With the door shut, and the immediate danger passed, Fen collapsed in the airlock. Gord turned and touched her shoulder.

"Fen, we're not out of the woods yet. Come up to the Command Deck. We're leaving, and I could use your help."

Fen looked up at Gord, her face wet with tears. "What can I do Gord? I don't know the first thing about any of this. Ma-ren is.. is" Fen choked back the words.

Gord squatted down to Fen's level. "Fen. I am over three thousand years old. I have lost more people than you probably knew your entire life. I'm here to tell you that for one, it doesn't get easier. For two, life goes on. It doesn't feel like it can right now, like there's no way for the stars to keep moving or the station to keep turning, and yet, it does. That doesn't mean you'll forget her, it doesn't mean that you'll think about her any less. It means that one of your jobs now is to carry her memory. But that won't happen if Tam'itarr's goons kill us." Gord stood and held out his hand.

Fen looked up at him and sniffed. She took his hand and pulled herself up. "But, we're inside Spyglass, how can he get us?"

"Hey Gord? Traffic Control says I do not have authorization to leave, and to stand by for boarding."

Gord inclined his head. "That's how. Come on Fen." As they walked, he also spoke to Spyglass. "Pretend you didn't understand them, repeat the orders wrong, it doesn't matter. Delay them."

"I'll do my best Gord, but they still think I'm just a dumb ship. If I start lying, they'll suspect."

"Don't lie then. Just... bend the truth."

Fen followed Gord, bewildered. What was she going to do to help? How could she help? As they entered the Command Deck, Fen noticed that since they were in here last, Gord or Spyglass herself had cleaned up, things were dusted and bright and looked nearly new. Gord sat in the large chair in the middle and tapped at the screen on the arm. "Spy, how much printable mass did we wind up with before Tam'itarr decided to take things into his own hands?"

"About half, Gord. Enough to print bodies or reactor parts, but not both."

"And the second reactor he promised from that K'laxi?"

"Never delivered."

"Shit." Gord looked over at Fen. "We're running at a sixth of the power Spyglass had in her heyday, it's just us three, and none of us knows if the wormhole generator still works. Still up for a ride?"

Fen nodded. "I'm not going back." She thought for a moment and added. "Not without one of those huge rifles you were using before at least."

At that, Gord smiled. "We'll see what we can do."

While Gord worked out details with Spyglass, Fen leaned back in the chair. At least it was comfortable. She couldn't believe that Ma-ren was gone, just like that. In less time it took for her to breathe, she went from being her partner, her friend, her lover to... a body on the floor in the docking bay, gone. "Oh Ma" she whispered. "What am I going to do?" As she shut her eyes and wept, Fen heard a rhythmic banging. She opened her eyes and sat up. "Gord? Do you hear that?"

Gord stopped talking to Spyglass and cocked his ear. "Yeah, I do. Spy, are they trying to break in?"

"Looks like Gord, but they're just banging on the airlock door. They'll never get in that way. I was built to resist boarding it'll take a lot more than large hammers and chisels."

"Still, I don't like it. Let's cast off." Gord looked ahead to the large screen on the command deck. Right now it just showed the view out the front of the side and bottom of the station.

"Gord, the clamps aren't listening to me. They don't want to release."

"Attention Spyglass. Please do not attempt to leave. You have not been cleared for departure. Await boarding and further instructions."

"Station!" Fen shouted. "Spyglass can I stalk to Station?"

"Uh, sure, the mic is yours Fen." Spyglass sounded wary, but opened the line.

"Station! They killed Ma! They shot at her when we were running to get to Spyglass! We were so close and they just shot her in cold blood. She's gone Station, she's gone!" Fen's lip quivered and she took a shuddering breath. "They're going to try and kill me and probably Gord. They want Spyglass. Can you please let us leave?"

There was a long pause. "Fen, I-I-I can't, you have n-n-not been cleared for d-d-departure. Please s-s-s-stand by."

"Station! Please! I know you're sapient! You're not just a machine. You're not just a tool of Tam'itarr and the other gangsters. Please let us leave!"

"Fenchurch, I.. Fen, I." There was a loud bang, deep towards the rear of the ship.

"One of the rear clamps have disconnected." Spyglass announced. "We're not free yet."

Fen sighed. "Thank you Station. Can you disconnect the other clamps?"

This time, there was static on the line and a warbling clicking noise. Station was seemingly at war with itself.

Gord looked at Fen and then down at the screens and up at the main display. "Spy..."

"Yeah Gord. On your order."

"Do it."

"Do what?" Fen looked at Gord.

"Spyglass is going to disconnect the rest of the clamps herself. I was hoping that your friend Station could do it, but it appears they are being prevented from acting." Gord shrugged. "It gives away the fact that Spyglass is an AI, but they'd learn that sooner or later."

There were a series of bangs running from the back to the front of the Starjumper after Gord explained things. Then a lurch, and Fen felt pulled into her seat as Spyglass' gravity generators took over. "Why do I feel so heavy?"

Gord looked over, and snapped his finger in recognition. "Oh that's right, you were born and raised on a Gren station. The Gren's homeworld is lighter than Earth. Their gravity is about three quarters Earth. Spyglass, being human built has her gravity generators set to Earth standard. You'll get used to it soon enough."

"Gord? Station is still out of sorts and I think is telling me that we have ships incoming."

Gord looked up sharply. "From the Gate?"

"No, looks like local authorities. Though knowing what we know, it's probably just Tam'itarr's goons again, or some other gangster."

Gord tipped his head down and put his palm on his forehead. "Any weapons?"

"On them, or us?"

"Either."

"Uh, I think they have some missiles, but they don't seem to be very large, and I could manage one laser battery, or thrusters, but not both."

"Shit. Okay." He turned toward Fen. "Any ideas?"

Fen blinked. "You're asking me?"

Gord nodded. "Sure. You know Tam'itarr better than either of us. What do you think would get him to back down?"

"Well, he already... shot Ma... so I don't know if I'm the right person to ask, but..." Fen took a deep breath and let it out. She did it again and slapped her own cheeks gently. "Spyglass, put me back on to Station."

"The line is hot Fen, whenever you're ready."

"Station, This is Fenchurch Millenny. Put me through to Tam'itarr."

"One moment please."

There were clicks and hisses on the line, and then Fen heard a familiar voice. "Fen! You would not believe how surprised I am to hear from you."

"Surprised that I'm still alive, Tam'itarr?" Fen's voice was venemous.

"We'll leave out the whys for now, Fen. My condolences on Ma-ren."

"Tam-" Fen took another breath. "Tam'itarr, you will call off your goons right this instant. I know that the 'local authorities' coming towards us are on your payroll."

"Coming towards- One moment please." There was a click, and a scratch. Gord raised an eyebrow but said nothing. When Tam'itarr returned, his voice was much more menacing. "Fen, those fellows are not mine. They're Penfenn's. He's... well to call him my boss would be incredibly gauche, but the definition will have to do for a human's understanding. If you've gotten Penfenn's attention, then there isn't anything I could - or would want - to do. Good luck, you'll need it."

"Holy shit. What have we gotten ourselves into." Gord shook his head. "Things haven't been this exciting for a century or more. Spy, you think that your wormhole generator will work? At least one more time?"

"To be honest Gord, I have no idea. I can feel it, it's online, but I don't think I've ever linked with only one reactor. I'll have to kill life support and gravity."

Gord shrugged. "It's just the two of us, you're large. I'm sure it'll be fine. Spyglass, I authorize you to route all necessary power to the wormhole generator. Please link us away when you are able."

"Aye Gord. Destination?"

"Hmm, we shouldn't go to human controlled space right now, and word will get out soon enough from here so we should stay away from the Gren. The Sefigans are nice enough, but they use that FlashWarp drive, I hate it. They won't have any reactor parts we can use." He looked up at Spyglass' camera. What about the Innari?"

"The Manganese breathers? You won't be able to go anywhere without a suit. Besides, they're afraid of humans."

"True, but their reactor tech is similar. I think we used to trade parts with them. I know there was a lot of knowledge transfer right after Contact."

"You're in charge Gord, just let me know."

Gord turned back to Fen. "What do you think? Wanna go meet some Manganese breathers?"

"Gord, I don't even know what that is, but sure. Anything to get away from here."

He made his right hand into a fist, all the fingers bunched tightly against his palm, except for the thumb, which stuck straight up. "Right on."

"What's that gesture, Gord?"

Gord blinked and looked down at his hand. "Oh, it's a thumb's up. Means like, positive acknowledgement. I forgot you wouldn't know it."

"Because I grew up on a Gren station, or because it's thousands of years old?" For the first time, Fen smiled slightly.

Spyglass laughed, startling Fen. "She's got you there, Gord."

Gord harrumphed and turned back to the screen, but his eyes were smiling. "Both can be true, you know. Spyglass, look for Habilamen in your database. I added some new addresses when we spoke."

"I have it Gord. Shunting power from life support and gravity to the wormhole generator. Please stand by."

A noise that Fen didn't realize she was hearing in the background ceased and the ship suddenly became much quieter. She felt her hands rise from her seat as the gravity left. She was able to notice a creaking and groaning that she didn't hear before. Fen was amazed at the realization that Starships made noise as they soared through space! She also heard another thing, sort of like the reactor noise, but more insistent, higher pitch.

"We are ready to link Gord, on your order."

"Please proceed Spyglass. Link us to Habilamen."

There was a flash of white and...

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #sci fi writing #humans are space oddities #humans and aliens #jpitha #writing #humans and ai #humans are space capybaras #humans are space australians #Between the black and gray

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strangersatellites · 11 months

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pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, lust, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

gluttony (noun) - a sin opposed to the virtue of temperance because it is the immoderate indulgence in the delights of food or drink. Gluttony can involve more than merely eating too much. Drunkenness is also a type of gluttony because it is excessive indulgence in intoxicating drink.

Steve’s drunk.

Hammered really.

His vision is swimming and his head feels heavy as lead and like it weighs nothing all at the same time.

He’s walking, walking, walking. Going… somewhere.

Where?

He stumbles on a crack in the sidewalk and the only thing that keeps him from hitting the ground is the grip he has around Eddie’s arm.

Eddie!

“Hey, Eddddssss,” He giggles, and Eddie joins him, his snickers carrying out into the quiet night. “Eddie. Eddie, where're we goin’?” He thinks the words make sense but his tongue feels funny and he can’t really be sure if he made any sound.

Eddie’s laser-focused on his feet, working hard at putting one in front of the other. He comes to an abrupt stop and wobbles, unsteady.

“Home. Is home this way?” He’s looking around fast and Steve thinks he looks like a squirrel. Giggles at the thought.

He tugs at Eddie’s arm. “Yeah. Home is this way.”

It’s a Saturday night and they’ve spent it out at a club with Robin and Nancy. What had started off as casual drinks and dancing quickly devolved, and the next thing Steve knew, he was doing tequila shots and making out with his boyfriend on the dance floor.

Steve has trouble keeping his hands to himself on a good day. But especially when Eddie’s in leather and chains and his hands are on Steve’s hips and his rings are cold on his skin and his tongue tastes like liquor.

He’d drug Eddie out by the hand, told Robin they were leaving. Lost count of their drinks somewhere between his fifth rum and coke and his third shot.

Now, plastered against Eddie’s back while he digs around through his pockets for their apartment keys he’s become very aware of just how drunk he is.

He presses his forehead into Eddie’s shoulder and squeezes his eyes shut tight and whines,

“Ed. I feel spinny.”

The door swings open with a bang and Eddie laughs out an “Oh shit.”

“Eddieeeeeee.”

Steve’s wrapped up in strong arms and he tucks his face into Eddie’s neck. “I heard you sweetheart.” He lifts Steve’s head up with hands on both sides of his face and Steve gets a good look at him and his giggles are set off again.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow but Steve’s laugh is contagious, his own bubbling up in response. “What are you laughing at, giggles?”

And that just makes it worse. Steve barely able to get out any words between.

He reaches up and pokes at Eddie’s cheek and his eyes go big and wide.

“There’s two of you.” He leans up and smacks two kisses on Eddie’s lips, tries to anyway. Gets the corner on his second attempt. “Two kisses for two Eddies.”

Both Eddies smile big and bright and he drags Steve back in for a kiss that goes dirty in a second. Teeth and tongues and the leftover taste of rum. His hands grab at Steve’s waist and squeeze, tight, tight, tight and the boy whimpers against his lips in response.

He pulls away from Eddie and looks so shocked. “Babe,” he hiccups and laughs again. “Babe, I’m so drunk.”

Eddie’s the one that can’t pull it together this time. His “Me too, baby,” barely audible over the sound of his joy. A thought occurs to him and he stands bolt upright and his laughter comes to an abrupt stop when he gasps. “Stevie. Do you wanna have drunk sex?”

Steve’s jaw drops and he’s nodding. Words slurred together when he shoves towards their room, “Yeah, f’r sure. You’re s’smart.”

When his back hits their bed he has to squeeze his eyes shut again, still spinning if he moves too quickly. Eddie is fumbling with his belt buckle and Steve’s reaching down to help when he thinks of it.

“Ed, babe. Eddie. Eddie, what if my dick won’t work.”

His boyfriend is dropping his head against his stomach and his shoulders shake with his laugh. His hand flattens to pet at Steve’s hips through his jeans that he really, really wants off.

Eddie hiccups before he crawls up to kiss at Steve’s jaw, wet and sloppy and sticky with alcohol. “Think you’re gonna get whiskey dick, baby?”

Steve grinds his hips up against Eddie’s above him and gets a grunt in response, feels his own body react to the pressure and the lips behind his ear. “No, but like. Maybe. That would be so sad.” He closes his eyes while Eddie sucks a mark into his neck. “So sad.”

He doesn’t know when Eddie’s hand slid back down to his belt but he’s got it undone and his jeans unbuttoned between one blink and the next. His hand sliding down under Steve’s boxers and wrapping around his dick with a squeeze.

Eddie lifts up from his neck and raises his eyebrows. “Feels fine to me. Feels really good.”

If he wasn’t fighting to keep himself from coming in his pants like a teenager he might’ve laughed. He kicks a knee up and shoves Eddie off. “Why are you still wearing clothes, what the fuck?” And the way Eddie’s face screws up it looks like he doesn’t know either.

Jeans and shirts and jackets and boxers find a home in a pile on the floor and someone will inevitably be looking for their phone later.

But Eddie’s got his hand wrapped around them both and he’s spitting, sticky and wet over their dicks and Steve can’t be bothered with a thought of anything else. His hands scratch deep welts down Eddie’s back and he hisses at the pain. But the way his cock leaks over Steve’s stomach says it's a good hiss. On one particularly rough upstroke Steve’s orgasm takes him by surprise with a deep groan and his head thrown back. The alcohol flowing through his veins paired with his boyfriend’s guitar pick dangling in his face enough to send him racing to release.

The room is quiet save for harsh breaths and the slick sound of Eddie’s hand on his own skin. But Steve has an idea. He shoves at Eddie’s shoulders until he takes the hint and flops down on his back. Steve shimmies down the bed until he’s laid out between Eddie’s legs.

He wraps a hand around the base of Eddie’s dick and points it towards his lips and Eddie’s thighs flex, bracing himself for the feeling of being enveloped in Steve’s pretty, pretty mouth.

“I get up in the evening, and I ain’t got nothing to say.”

Eddie’s head pops up and looks down. Finds Steve, smiling bright and giggling using his dick like it’s a microphone.

“I come home in the morning,” He’s got his eyes shut and his eyebrows furrowed and he’s really into it. “I go to bed feeling the same way!”

Eddie brings his hands up to cover his face but he’s laughing so hard no sound comes out. Steve keeps humming when he finally licks at the head and Eddie’s done for. Coming across his tongue the second his lips wrap around the head. He’s trying to catch his breath when he hears Steve’s voice again.

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week.”

He drags him back up his body to settle against his chest, still shaking with laughter, with joy. Plants a smacking wet kiss to Steve’s lips and presses their foreheads together. “God, I fucking love you, baby.”

Steve’s smile is blinding-bright and he presses one more chaste kiss against his lips. “I love you more, babe.” His smile goes mischievous and his head tilts to the side, the picture of innocence. “Can’t wait to tell your friends you came to Bruce Springsteen.”

Eddie holds his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I blame whiskey dick.”

It's hours before their giggles settle enough to fall asleep.

#seven deadly sins series #gluttony #steddie #steddie smut #steve harrington #eddie munson #gin writes #this one was so cutie fun!#no movie sponsorship today unfortunately #just me #deafening silence #and drunk steddie sex brainworms #loosely inspired by that post earlier today that said something about tapping a dick and saying #“is this thing on?

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kunikame · 8 months

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# PURPLE LILACS !

[03] - call me riddle rosehearts | prev. | m. list | next

ace trappola x fem!reader smau

! warning(s) : aliven't mentions, "kys" used 2 times, angst hehe

? w/c : 853

the ramshackle ghosts letting him inside the dorm with wary gazes should've been the first red flag, ace notes.

the building is eerily silent until grim appears (equally as wary as the ghosts until he spots the sweets the ginger is carrying in his arms), lifting a paw to point towards the upper floor of the building. ace takes this as a "go" sign and slowly makes his way up the creaking staircase.

you have cleaned the building up well since you arrived in twisted wonderland (ace would know, he was here to help after all) but with the money crowley provides, you barely have enough for food, much less to fix up the building. then again, it’s not like you’re staying here permanently, you’re gonna leave the moment crowley finds a way home for you.

somehow, that thought hurts more than it should.

upon reaching the upper floor, the dorm wasn’t as quiet as before, and ace found himself regretting being here.

the closer to your rooms door he went, the louder the sobs and sniffles became, and now he’s seriously debating whether he should knock on your door or just pretend him telling you he’s coming over was all just an elaborate prank, but then he heard knocking and saw his very own hand pressed against the wooden door.

“shit- shit, ow- um, yeah?”

“.. it’s ace. may i come in?”

the sound of rushed steps and things bumping against each other was heard and the door flew open, bringing with it a sudden breeze that sent his bangs flying. curse autumn weather.

“uh, yeah, sure. why are you here though?”

“i.. told you i was coming..?” he says quizzically as he makes his way into the room, taking a quick look around. there’s several items in disarray, but what stuck out to him most was the wallet on the floor. not the one the guys personally made you for christmas since you said your previous one got lost, this one was unfamiliar to ace, “what’s that?”

“oh, uh.. you know how i said my wallet got lost somewhere when i, uh, appeared here? yeah, that’s the one. someone in diasomnia found it and handed it over to lilia, apparently.”

“is that what’s got you so down, then?” why bring up your relationship with your mother over a found wallet? he came here because of your tweet in the first place, but he doesn’t really see how these 2 things are connected. he grabs the faux leather wallet off the floor before sitting on your carpet next to it, only for a polaroid picture to come slowly fluttering out.

oh.

“not the wallet, no. the picture is.”

yeah, he can see how a picture of your mother would remind you of her.

he checks if it’s okay with you, then he lifts the picture for a closer inspection. there’s what he can make out as an older lady who looks like you, and a man hugging her waist. he finds it nice you keep a picture of your parents so close to you.

“i was on that picture too.”

“sorry?”

he looks up at you, startled, then back down at the picture in his hands. now that he looks closer, there’s a slight blur bubble in the center of the photo.

“it was taken on my 10th birthday. there was a cake and my fathers hand was on my shoulder. now there’s no cake, and certainly no me either,” you start fiddling with your fingers (a nervous habit, ace notes) and he waits for you to continue, “i didn’t really think dying in my world and being transported here would delete all memories of me. i didn’t even know that was possible, but now i have proof.”

“wait, pause, dying? you’re dead? like, dead dead?”

“i should be, yes. i was just hoping my parents would remember me, at least.”

“.. but crowley is looking for a way back for you, isn’t he?”

“no. i told him to stop when i remembered how i got here. told ‘im it was useless and that i would just be 2 meters under anyway– if i would even be there, that is.”

“do the others know about this..?”

you shake your head with a melancholy smile and ace regrets even bringing up the topic at all. perhaps he should’ve just given you the sweets and left. or he shouldn’t have come here at all, left deuce or jack to be the first ones to know.

but then the devil on his shoulder whispers in his ear and he realizes at least he’s closer to you now, which means he’s also one step closer to making his plan work.

“that’s okay. it can be our secret for now– and crowleys. if you ever want to talk about any of this, or just your feelings or whatever, feel free to hit me up. i’m always only one call away, you know.”

“.. why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden? don’t you, like, hate me or something?”

“hate you? i could never hate you,” liar.

## ❝ after the events of the phantom bride wedding, ace started wondering whether he still had the ability to charm girls. he hasn’t thought about anyone romantically in years, hasn’t really flirted with anyone either, what if he’s gone out of it? perhaps it’s time to put his talents to the test; with the person who hates him most, no less. if he can charm her, he can charm anyone.

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#☆ : purple lilacs #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x y/n #disney twisted wonderland #ace trappola x you #ace trappola x reader #ace trapolla x reader #ace trappola #ace trapolla x yuu #ace trappola x y/n

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fandomwritingbit · 11 months

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Let us in then

william afton x (fem)reader

reqs are open again btw :)

warnings: smut. like very nsfw smut. established relationship kind of thing.

A/n: Thanks to x-starxi in the comments for bringing this to my attention, my use of 'us' just refers to the reader or William singularly, if its confusing to swap it for the word 'me' xx

You’re standing in your kitchen with a glass of wine when you hear your doorbell go. Who the hell could it be at this time of night? You look to your watch almost to make the point that it was too late to yourself: 11:23. Either a postman has got fucking lost or it was a burglar or some shit?

You don’t know, but you’re just deciding whether to answer when it rings again. Putting your glass down, you slip into your hallway, going to the door, trying to be quiet so you can get a look at the ringer before you decide to open it in case it’s a... really polite murderer or something.

Seeing who it is, you sigh almost automatically. The one thing worse than a Voorhees type: Will Afton. He’s looking at his watch, impatiently waiting for you to let him in, because he just knew you were going to, gradually getting a little put out at having to wait.

You unlock and open your front door, to find William with his hand half raised like he was about to start braying it to get you over. You stand in the frame assessing him, he looked good but then again, he always did, that’s why you kept letting him in.

“What have I told you about banging on my door whenever you want a shag?” Your hands are on your hips, trying to mock chastise him but falling at the first hurdle and giggling.

He smirked, gesturing with his thumb to your side gate with a shit-eating grin, “To go round the back?”

You can’t help but laugh, “Nah. To give us a message first. I’m not at your beck and call you know, Mr Afton.”

“You gonna let me in then? I’m freezing my bollocks off out here.”

“How fortunate.” You make him wait a beat of silence before standing aside allowing him to move past, unable to resist.

He goes straight through to your kitchen like he owns the place, and by the time you’re in there with him, he’s drinking your wine. Sipping it without an invite his face screws up.

“This is shit.” he says, holding the glass up to look at the red liquid in the light.

“Yeah. You’ll never guess who bought us that one.” You point to the bottle and the realisation manifests in his expression.

“Sorry,” he laughs, “though I’ve never been good with wine.”

“You can earn my forgiveness by getting us something better, next time.”

“Nah nah, I can think of another way.” You were giggling as his hands scooped you up under your legs and carried you through to your bedroom, this man was much too comfortable in your house but hell, how can you complain?

Just as with your house, he was also way too familiar with what you liked, because you moaned as he began kissing your neck. The kind of kiss that had you ready to do anything the man said, it was silly really but true. He was able to find that part of your flesh that made you squirm with ease, and made you so lost in it that you hardly notice your hands pulling at his clothes.

Pulling his shirt up, grabbing at his belt, then the part of him you liked most over the fabric of his boxers.

“You’re in a rush.” he grins cockily, before turning you around to unhook your bra.

“I’ve got pasta on the boil.” The man goes stiff, pulling away from you with his head tilted to the side.

“You’re fucking joking?” he scoffs, unable to read the half-arsed shrug you give in response.

“Course I am, you tit.” you laugh, not able to stop as he pushes you back on your own bed. He was quick to pull your ankles up so he could hook the strap of your panties and slide them down.

Whilst you’d say that there was very little redeemable about this affair, there was one credit to give him: he could go down on you like no one’s business. The mix of his stubble on the inside of your legs and the flicking of your clit was bliss honestly, and you found your hand grabbing his head to keep him exactly where you wanted.

He obliged you, tongue moving between your clit and teasing your entrance, feeling him smirk against your cunt when your legs clamped around him involuntarily. That always happened when he got you close, like your body couldn't decide if you wanted to crash into your end or for him to back off and leave you panting.

"Fuck... Will?"

He didn't answer you, but his eyes flicked up, quickly catching your gaze. At seeing how you looked, he reached down between his legs, grabbing at his cock.

He hummed his acknowledgement, prompting you to say, "Come here."

At your words, he left you on your edge, that pretty little pussy fluttering around nothing, he was going to fix that though. He stood straight and you wrapped your legs around him, his hands pulling your legs apart to allow his body between them, his hard cock rubbing against your hole. It was a very familiar situation to be in, but every time the sheer size of him had you nervous, he knew that and always took advantage of the fact that this was the only time he could shut you up.

He moved himself against your pussy, his tip spreading your lips as he skimmed over your entrance up to your clit.

“You know how much I think about this, sweetheart? Think about how good you look just waiting for me, that tight little cunt aching for it, huh?” He continued teasing you, making you scowl because the fleeting stimulation just wasn’t enough. The filthy sight of it fuelling your anticipation.

Without warning, he grabbed your hips lifting you slightly so that the head of his cock just pressed inside, you groan because by lifting you up you had no say in how much of him you got, leaving you completely at his will.

Mercifully he didn’t make you wait too long, splitting you open as he sunk in balls-deep, pulling your body flush against his. You grunt the word fuck, making him smirk. He took you slow, every inch of him almost torture because it wasn’t taking you to your end fast enough, but fuck he was deep, causing your nails to dig into his forearms.

“I love when you look so moody, tell me what you want then.” He grinned, hissing through his teeth, teasing you was fun, but how tight you were was taking a lot of restraint for him not to give in and rail you blind.

“Sh- Will. make me cum, Will-” He cuts you off, setting a much more ruthless pace, shoving you down into the mattress and yanking your legs up so he could see you take him. And you were there almost immediately, you moans covering up the lewd sound of him fucking in and out of you.

#fnaf #fnaf smut #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton smut

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beesonhoneytoast · 11 months

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Howl’s Moving Castle Incorrect Quotes

another shitpost bc I have problems 🎐

Ryan: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life Sophie: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years! Howl: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this! Markl: I knew I lost that potential somewhere! Calcifer: My moral code, is that you? Ryan: Ryan: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

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Howl: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything? Ryan: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies Calcifer: Socks are Feetie Heaties Markl: Forks are Stabby Grabbies Ryan: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties Calcifer: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies Markl: Stamps are Lickie Stickies Sophie, annoyed: You are disappointments

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Howl: If you had to choose between Ryan and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose? Sophie: That depends, how much money are we taking about? Ryan: Sophie! Howl: 63 cents. Sophie: I'll take the money. Ryan: SOPHIE!!!

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Howl: He stole from me first! Sophie: Mhm. Howl: Stole my heart... Ryan: It is still illegal to commit murder.

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Howl: Fuck. Ryan: We've got to work on your cursing. Howl: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

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Howl, Ryan, and Sophie are sitting on a bench Markl: Why do you guys look so sad? Howl: Sit down with us so we can tell you. *Markl sits down* Ryan: The bench is freshly painted.

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Howl: I think we're missing something. Ryan: Teamwork? Markl: Cohesion? Sophie: A general sense of what we’re doing?

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Howl: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Ryan: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Howl: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING SOPHIE WITH ME Markl, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Howl: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys. Sophie: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap! Ryan: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!! Markl: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting. Howl: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle. Howl: Shit. Ryan: Wait, three? Cop: Yeah? Sophie: OH MY GOD MARKL FELL OFF!!!

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Howl: *Screams* Ryan: *Screams louder to assert dominance* Sophie: Should we do something?! Markl, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

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Howl: I think Markl was right. Ryan: I'm surprised he hasn’t marched in here to say 'I told you so.' Sophie: He wouldn't do that. Markl: You're right, Sophie. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that. Markl: *turns around, the shirt he’s wearing says 'Markl Told You So' on the back*

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Howl: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling? Ryan: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Markl? Markl: Probably “road work ahead”. Sophie: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

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Howl: Dammit, Ryan! Ryan: What?! It wasn’t me! Howl: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Sophie! Sophie: Not me either. Howl: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Calcifer: *whistles*

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Ryan, banging on the door: Howl! Open up! Howl: Well, it all started when I was a kid... Sophie: No, he meant- Markl: Let him finish.

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Howl: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke. Markl: Okay, but what is updog? Sophie: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish. Ryan: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released. Calcifer: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden. Prince Justin: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter. Markl: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs. Howl: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current. Sophie: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway. Ryan: What’s a henway?? Howl: Oh, about five pounds.

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Howl: Croissants: dropped Ryan: Road: works ahead Witch of the Waste: BBQ sauce: on my titties Markl: Shavacado: fre Calcifer: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead Sophie: Sophie, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

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Howl: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses. Ryan: This knife is actually a magic wand. Sophie: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel. Markl: *cocks gun* Magic missile. Calcifer: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

#howl pendragon #howl x reader #howls moving castle #calcifer #howl jenkins #howl jenkins pendragon #Markl #sophie hatter #studio ghibli #incorrect quotes #incorrect howl’s moving castle

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altoace · 10 months

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Part 2 of me finally using the incorrect quotes I have saved.

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Kitty, banging on door: Rogue, open up!

Rogue: It all started when I was a kid…

Kitty: No, I meant—

Kurt: Let her finish.

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Kitty: What is toothpaste, if not bone soup?

Rogue: Existence is a prison and being your friend is maximum security.

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Amara: What was it like living with the Brotherhood?

Tabitha: Imagine living with completely civilized, responsible, mature people.

Amara: Okay.

Tabitha: Now throw that idea out the window.

— — — — —

Mystique: You’re standing on thin ice.

Tabitha: I’m standing on the floor.

Mystique: It’s an expression.

Tabitha: It’s a carpet.

— — — — —

Kurt: Where there is smoke, there is a fire. And where there is a fire, there is probably Tabitha.

— — — — —

*during Joyride*

Scott: That was a very successful mission.

Kitty: But we lost Lance back there!

Rogue: Yes, a very successful mission.

— — — — —

Rogue: I have 98 problems.

Kitty: The song is 99 Problems.

Rogue: I try to talk to you about my problems, and you want to talk about a song?

Kitty:

— — — — —

Kitty: What if I press the break and gas at the same time?

Evan: The car takes a screenshot.

Scott: For the last time, get the fuck out!

— — — — —

Kurt: What’s it like being tall?

Kurt: Is it nice?

Kurt: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Scott: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table, and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Kitty: It was one time!

— — — — —

Pietro: Someone is after me, and I have no idea who.

Lance: Do you have any suspects?

Pietro: No, it could be anyone.

Lance: It couldn’t be anyone; it would have to be someone you’ve upset.

Pietro:

Lance:

Lance: Actually, you’re right — it could be anyone.

— — — — —

Todd: {swings bat at Kurt, but misses}

Kurt: Strike one.

Todd: That’s not how this works!

Todd: {swings and misses again}

Kurt: Strike two. One more and you’re out.

Todd, under his breath: Fuck.

— — — — —

Kurt: Just be yourself; say something nice!

Rogue: Which one? I can’t do both.

— — — — —

Logan, smugly: When I was your age—

Scott: When I was your height.

Logan:

Logan: Now listen here, you little shit—

— — — — —

Kitty, Kurt, and Evan: What would you say if we did this thing?

Scott: Do not!! Do not do that!

Kitty, Kurt, and Evan:

Kitty, Kurt, and Evan: What would you say if we did this thing twenty minutes ago?

— — — — —

Scott: I just felt a burst of energy, and I think it’s my body’s last hurrah before it shuts down completely.

— — — — —

Kitty: I’d roast you, but Scott says you can’t burn trash.

Kitty: {slow-mo walks out of the room}

— — — — —

Kurt: When’s the last time you slept?

Scott: Uh…a few days ago, I think.

Kurt: A few—how many?!

Scott: Uh…{starts counting on fingers}…I need more fingers.

Kurt: What you need is sleep!

— — — — —

Kurt: Rogue punched me earlier and gave me a bruise.

Evan: Congrats, you have a sibling.

Kurt: Wow, I feel so inspired and comforted right now.

Evan: You probably had it coming.

Kurt: Okay, yeah, probably.

— — — — —

Kitty: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail.

Lance: No, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have used my one phone call to prank call the police.

— — — — —

Rogue: Self-defense tip!

Rogue: Always carry a fork with you.

Rogue: If someone tries attacking you, take it out and shout “LORD THANK YOU FOR THIS MEAL” before maniacally running at them.

Rogue: Works every time.

— — — — —

Pietro: If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands!

Wanda:

Wanda: {slaps him two times instead}

— — — — —

Rogue, wearing Scott’s shades: How do I look?

Scott, eyes closed: I have no idea.

— — — — —

Pietro: Can I sit on your lap?

Lance, glaring: I fucking dare you.

Pietro: Now this, this is where my life peaks, possibly where it ends, HOWEVER—

— — — — —

Reporter: Currently, four teenagers are hanging off of a three-story building! They look like they’re about to fall at any moment!

Logan, sitting at the table with Ororo, eating breakfast: Man, there are reckless idiots out this early?

*the TV shows a shot of Rogue, Scott, Kurt, and Evan hanging from the edge of the building; Jean and Kitty can slightly be seen standing on the street in front of the building, clearly worried; Scott is having Evan and Kurt hold on to his arms, and Rogue is flipping off the camera*

Ororo: {spits out her tea}

Logan, wide-eyed: Oh man…those are our idiots!

#x men #xmen evolution #x men evolution #rogue #kitty pryde #kurt wagner #scott summers #evan daniels #tabitha smith #amara aquilla #logan howlett #lance alvers #pietro maximoff #wanda maximoff #todd tolansky #I love these dumb children dearly #the rogue self-defense one is definitely my favorite #I laugh every time I read it #incorrect xmen quotes

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Two Seconds

C is for Compact

Ohstars Alphabet Prompts | G | 773 words | cw: N/A

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Eddie does not babysit often. Not alone anyway. And when he did, Bubs was stationary and spent most of his time drooling.

Now, he’s still drooling a lot but he’s mobile. He didn’t think babies could move that fast! Especially ones who started crawling backward. (Which Steve is bizarrely proud of.) But Steve had to go in for a work emergency and Robin still had an hour before she’d be home, so Eddie, the gratuitous roommate and uncle that he is, offered to watch him.

He’s washing dishes, scrubbing the pots from where he’d prepped dinner since it was his turn, and had set up Jackson on a blanket in the middle of the kitchen with some pots and pans. Real classic Munson distraction method here. Little dude was happy as can be beating on the metal pots with a spoon and his hands, coming up with a song only he knew, while Eddie danced to his… music.

“I think,” Eddie says as he glances over his shoulder at a very focused Jackson, “that this means Uncle Eddie’s going to have to splurge on a real nice drum set for your birthday, squirt.”

He winces at a particularly loud bang. “Or maybe I’ll buy it to stay at Grandpa Jim’s, yeah?”

Jackson squeals as he throws the spoon-turned-drumstick.

“You got a deal,” Eddie says, pointing at him with a soapy finger. He turns back to the dishes, nodding along to Jackson’s playing.

He’s so close to being done with the dishes. So close to having dinner on the table and the kitchen cleaned by the time both Rob and Stevie get home, he doesn’t notice the music has… stopped.

The only sounds in the kitchen are the scrubbing of his sponge and the splashing of the dishwater. Not even the soft little baby noises Bubs makes! With a furrowed brow, Eddie glances over his shoulder to see… an empty blanket and abandoned pots and pans.

Fuck.

Eddie drops the pan into the water, grabs a rag, and flies out of the kitchen. He’s not in the living room. Eddie jumps around the stuffed animals and hard, plastic toys Jackson has strewn across the place. How the hell is he so fast? He’s not even a year old!

He’s not in his room, somehow the only clean place in the whole goddamn house, and he’s not in Steve’s room or his. Not in the hall bathroom or the little laundry room that someone must have left open. What the hell?

Eddie’s heart is racing as he barges into Robin’s room, the door noticeably cracked. If he lost their kid, they’ll never trust him again. Steve will never love him and Robin would sick Erica and Max on him or something. Fuck, she’d probably be the one to strangle him first, then unleash the girls.

Before he can panic fully, there’s a clinking coming from Robin’s bathroom. His relief is overshadowed by the horrifying thought that Jackson, sweet little baby Bubbles, has gotten into…. Anything? Everything?

He catapults over the bed and nearly dives into the bathroom.

Jackson freezes, mouth open as he looks up at him with big, curious eyes. His hands, however, are covered in makeup as he digs into one of Robin’s compacts.

“Holy shit, kid,” Eddie groans as he drops to his knees beside him. He pulls the compact out of his hands and starts brushing off some of the makeup.

This, apparently, is the wrong move. Jackson immediately starts to cry, big wails as he reaches for the compact Eddie stole from him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie sighs as he takes the makeup bag that’s spilled all around the bathroom floor and starts stuffing things back in it. “I’m the worst. I know. I’m so sorry I’m trying to make sure you stay alive until your parents get back.”

“Is there a reason my son is screaming?”

The scream Eddie lets out is unholy to say the least. He clutches at his chest and looks up into the mirror above him to find Robin standing in the doorway. She waves at him through the mirror.

“I turned around for two seconds,” Eddie huffs.

Robin laughs and steps around him to pluck Jackson into her arms. “Never turn your back on a baby.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “I think I’m picking up on that, birdie.”

The door opens and shuts, this time Eddie hears it. Which is just peachy. Now Steve, perfect parent and babysitter extraordinaire, is going to see how incompetent of a babysitter he is. “Is something burning?” he calls.

“Shit!”

He runs out of the bathroom to Robin’s laughter.

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Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!!

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#ohstars fic #eddie munson #platonic parents #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #ohstars posting challenge #alphabet prompts

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Someone commented on God the kid looks so sad asking if I was going to continue it and the answer is yes absolutely I'm just fighting through some writers block but I do have half of the next chapter written and I thought I'd share a snippet just in an attempt to nudge open the floodgates in my tired little brain ________________________________________________ Roy only has to much self-restraint. Turns out when you let a kid sob into your chest, you fucking care about them or some shit. Or that’s what he tells himself as he bangs on Jamie’s door on their one day off. “Roy?” Jamie says confused as he opens the door. “Yeah, its fucking me” Roy says pushing past Jamie with bags in his hands. “What are you doing here?” “I’m making you lunch.” “You what?” Jamie asks trailing behind Roy as he walks into Jamie’s kitchen and starts unpacking his shopping bags. “I’m making you lunch” Roy repeats. “You’ve lost weight” “Just a little” Jamie says blushing slightly. “Enough that I noticed” Roy points out pulling out a bag of potatoes and a bag of brown rice.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #afc richmond #fanfic #fandom #writing #fanfiction #brain not braining #I am just a tired little bean but I am so determined to finish this fic #I'm not actually doing much of the wordy part of writing but rest assured I'm doing plenty of the thinking part #god the kid looks so sad

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‘A Mother’s Revenge’

Chapter 2 - ‘Backfire’

Warnings: Call Of Duty stuff, lots of warfare and guns and bloody shit to expect, angst and a little bit of fluff (only because of flashbacks) enjoy ;)

‘Flashback’

“Jacob!! Come here!!”

I made it a point to scream so loud that even my windows shook, as I called out to my husband, Jacob. I sat crisscrossed on my restroom counter against the large mirror behind me, and hugged my stomach tightly as I awaited his arrival. From where I sat, I could hear his loud and quick steps that were sounding louder as he neared me. Soon I heard his frantic voice crying out,

“Baby girl!! Where are you!?”

To help calm his now erratic heartbeat, I replied more softly,

“I’m in our restroom, Baba.”

“Oh ok!”

BANG!

I covered my mouth with my hand and gasp,

“Oh baby are you ok?”

Slowly the door then opened and I saw my now hurt Jacob walk in while rubbing his head and limping, he pouted at me with puppy eyes,

“I tripped on my sweatpants and rammed into the door.”

My sorta motherly instincts kicked in and I instantly reached my hands out for him to come to me, I cooed at him as he drew closer,

“Aww honey… are you ok- oh you hit your head pretty hard!”

I felt the little pink bump that began to grow on his head and I kissed it gently as he reassured me while squeezing my hips,

“I’m ok baby girl, thank you.”

In between kisses I said,

“No, thank you for coming so quickly, even if you had to fight with the door to come in.”

He chuckled lightly before asking me,

“About that, what happened, did you need something? Are you hurt to?”

He began checking me around with vigilant eyes and caring hands, but I pulled him away gently while I confessed,

“I’m not hurt Baba. But- It’s kind of big… what I have to tell you. But I don’t know how to…”

The feeling of being shy about my big secret now seemed to grow in me, and I no longer felt confident about speaking up. I looked down at his hands wrapped in mine, while caressing his finger that held the wedding band that let the world know he was mine for infinity. I soon lost one of his hands, as he let mine go and reach to pull my chin up, to look at him. He smiled softly and held onto my chin as he comforted me,

“You know you can tell me anything, you’re my wife, best friend, and so so much more, ok? But take your time, I’ll wait right here.”

His usual sincerity and kind heart always got the best of me, and tears began to well in my eyes, as I gazed into his homey, warm ones. My lips began to tremble, desperate to let out the sob that was stuck in my throat, along with the words that ached to be released from my tongue. I saw the moment when Jacob grew concerned for me, as he frowned a little and used his other hand to rub up and down my shoulder. I couldn’t have him here growing more worried, for something that wasn’t probably bad news in the end, but why if it was? To him? What let the dam loose was when he voiced in a calm whisper,

“I’m right here… and no matter what, I stay. I made that promise to you, and I don’t intend to let that go.”

I then reached behind me, and took out a white stick, and pulled it up to where he could see it, as I cried,

“Look.”

His eyes darted towards what my hands held, and they locked on the item for a few seconds, his eyes grew a bit serious, and his frown stayed, making me nervous he didn’t like what he saw. In my guilt of who knows what, I began to say,

“I’m sorry-“

“You’re pregnant?”

I stopped talking, and only nodded, he then took the pregnancy test out of my hands and brought it closer to his face, I guess trying to make sure that what he saw was actually real. I looked down and away from him, scared to confront the unknown. But he was quick to grab my face with one hand and lift it up, I slowly lifted my eyes back to him, as tears ran down, now mirroring his face too, he had started to cry.

“Baby… I’m gonna be a dad?”

I sniffed and tried to smile,

“Yeah… you’re gonna be a daddy, Baba.”

In seconds after hearing my confirmation, Jacob threw his arms around me and lifted me off the counter, putting his hands under my thighs to hold me up. My arms secured themselves around his neck, and I searched for his eyes as I was leveled with his face. It was in that moment I fell more in love with him as he beamed at me with a bright smile,

“You’re going to be a beautiful and great mommy… I’m so proud of you.”

I wiped his tears away and kissed his lips, engulfing myself in his praise and love that always took my breath away. His strong arms held me up tightly and the warmth of his body kept me warm and cozy, with him I always found my home. It didn’t matter where we were, as long as I was with him, I felt safe and secured. His lips always had a honey taste to them, always saying sweet and truthful things, something I forever grew addicted to, sense the day we had our first kiss. When we parted lips to take in fresh air, we embraced in a tight hug that spoke for the many words that were unsaid in that moment, our excitement was too much, yet it was enough for the both of us to understand and feel in silence. Jacob was able enough to hold me up with one hand as I wrapped my legs around his torso, and he used his now free hand to hold my head against his as he whispered a new promise into my ear,

“I promise, to love and protect my family to no end, no matter the cost. I’ll hold your hearts and souls in the deepest part of me, so no one and can reach or take it. I promise to give all of me, baby girl… I want our family to be as happy as life will permit it, and even then, I’ll fight against all odds to keep you happy. Do you understand baby girl?”

I caressed his head and kissed his jawline,

“I understand, Jacob… thank you.”

“Anything for you baby.”

(End of flashback)

At a motel in Venice…

I slipped on my necklace after I dried off from my shower, and kissed it before letting it sit against my chest. I looked in the mirror in front of me and admired it, their sat my wedding band and Jacobs wedding band, along with the gorgeous promise ring he gaze me when we first started dating, and also my engagement ring. I then grabbed a black shirt I had kept from him, and pulled it over my head, hiding my treasured possession underneath. From the counter I grabbed his silver watch which I wore too, but I a few days ago I remodeled it, and used the golden bracelet I got for Benjamin with his name imprinted on it, as the band for the watch. Soon I had my loose black cargo pants on and my boots, and my hair was in a tight French braid and under my husbands favorite black cap. I had already packed my bags the night before, so that today I could just leave the motel and be on my way to the secret safe house up in Venice. I carried two bags with me, one held a few changes of clothes, with a few very special memories from home and my family, and the other one held what I was going to be using as protection and bait for my mission. Soon I walked out and handed my keys to the owner at the front desk, letting him know that I was my last day there and I wasn’t returning. The cool morning breeze didn’t keep the sun away from warming up my skin as I began to walk towards the bus stop near by. I had decided I wanted that as my source for transportation, so I could learn how the community around behaved and lived, so I could blend in and not stand out so much. The ride was short but I gained a lot of knowledge during the ride, many people were a good source as for me to learn how they went by everyday. The men were always vigilant and suspicious of everyone, (meaning I had to be careful with my every move and play it all normal, If not I could be caught on as suspicious) the women were isolated to themselves and never spoke to anyone really, (which helps me in the fact that I don’t have to worry about making direct conversation with anyone to blend in and behave like them) My next stop was approaching, so I got up and began to grab my bags in hand from the floor. Once I had my things accounted for, I proceeded to walk ahead, but I was pulled back slightly, when someone caught my wrist. My heart jumped out in immediate fear,

‘What the fuck-‘

“Lass, you dropped t’is.”

A Scottish voice filled my ears, and made me think for a split second as I turned to face him,

‘What a fucking thick accent- Oh shit that’s my watch!!’

My eyes locked on the Scot that stood before me, his eyes were the bluest that had I had ever seen, so clear and bright. He had a young looking face and a weird looking Mohawk hairstyle that spoke for it, his face held about a 3-day old scruff, and he was kinda tall. And he wore all dark colors. My heart went back to its normal beating when I saw his sincerity and my watch in his hand. I then took what he held in his hand ever so carefully, and thanked him,

“Thank you.”

He sent me a curt nod and the smallest smile ever, but it was enough for me to understand that he appreciated my thanks. I then went back to my original thought, ‘getting off the bus’. When the bus took its stop, I hopped off right away and stood around, pretending to look around at the scenery. When in reality I waited for the bus to leave so no one could follow or see where I went. When it was out of sight, I began making my way up towards the safe house, I had memorized the directions of the forest so I wouldn’t carry papers and shit like that with me. If I had lost one of them and someone bad found it, I could be in lots of trouble.

Simon’s POV

All night Soap and I’s mission was to look for Melione’s safe house. And if I have to bloody say something… it was the most fuckin’ difficult thing to find. Well hidden it was in the forest, but what helped us find it after searching for 4 hours, was when we found a river, and Soap for some fuckin’ reason, spotted a camouflaged pipe that was under it, and went up the river. It immediately clicked in our heads what it was for,

‘The pipe is connected to the safe house… for fresh water.’

Quite hidden to civilians, but not for us, now we knew where the safe house was, as long as we followed the pipe. It took us about another 2 hours to follow it from underneath the water, and trace it from underground when the pipe left the water. The pipe ended at a cave that was covered with garlands of large leaves, I carefully pushed the leaves away, I and sighed in relief, we finally found the safe house. We then secured the perimeter making sure that there wasn’t anyone awaiting Melione to take her down, or even any kind of trap. The safe house was considerably very small, but great for someone hiding away, it was unnoticeable and safe. Once we contacted Price about our findings, he and Laswell, came up to the safe house, and found their way inside. Before closing the door, Laswell gave us specific orders to not go inside, that only her and Price could. I figured that maybe they wanted to interrogate her, question her reasons behind obsessing over a terrorist. I wish I could know, get to see her up close and feel her soul in the room, unleash the secrets she holds onto like air, understand why someone like her, is so broken and hateful?

Now I stood several feet away from the safe house , camouflage to the ground with my sniper gun out, watching out for any uninvited visitors, it was what I did best, I was unseen and unheard, yet mightily affective. Soap should be joining me soon, but Price sent him on another mission for the morning, I hoped he was safe though, I trust no one here, and wouldn’t want them to hurt him in any way, if not, they’d just be added to my Deadpool.

“Ghost? Do you copy?”

‘Ay that’s my boy Johnny.”

My chest lifted off a little stone of worry when I heard Soap’s voice come through my comms, I sighed lowly before replying,

“I copy, what is it?”

“She’s on her way here, saw her on the bus. And she’s pretty packed up. I looked into her bag, it’s full of ammo and shite, I think she’s making her move tonight, LT.”

‘She probably is…’

“Perhaps… are you near by?”

“I’m in position, a few feet away from you.”

I noticed Soap’s voice change on that last part, sounded like disappointment, so I asked curiously,

“Ye alright, Johnny?”

I heard him huff then say,

“I miss bein’ right beside ye, LT…. I feel so far away from you..”

‘Now I wish I didn’t fuckin’ ask…’

“You know I’m about 10 bloody feet away from you right?

“Ay…. That’s far.”

I rolled my eyes as his childishness,

“That’s actually the fuckin’ exact amount of personal space I need, you’re in the right place.”

I smiled underneath my mask when I heard him whine,

“Oiii LT, sense when the hell did ya have a personal space limit?”

I lived to mess with him, he was so easy and sensitive.

“Sense the day you met me, it’s always been there. You just despise me and my wishes, and despite my efforts to shoot you when you cross the line, you fuckin’ miss ev’ry god damn bullet.”

Now I heard him chuckling lowly, of course he knew I was kidding, but it usually took time for him to register that, which made it fun for me to press on until it clicked for him.

“Hey lovebirds… ya viene, she just passed me and Rudy.”

That was Colonel Alejandro Vargas, some Mexican fuck that was alright, spoke Spanish when he teased my mask and didn’t want me to know. (Though I’d threaten Rudy to translate for me, I used his fear for me to my advantage so he’d give me what I want. Now I know some Spanish too.) My eyes darted from place to place, now awaiting to spot her, I responded to Alejandro with a question,

“How long ago did she pass you?”

“You should see her any second now, ya paso des de un rato.”

‘She passed him a while ago, meaning she should be here any minute now-“

“Melione’s in sight, she’s heading towards the safe house.”

My eyes finally caught her, as I watched her take a stop in front of it, and began to look around everywhere, completely missing where Soap and I hid.

Your POV

I had looked around me every few steps at a time, making sure I wasn’t being followed, or watched by anyone. And as far as I could see, no one was. Soon I recognized a few nature spots here and there, that showed me I was at my destination.

The tall forest trees practically covered the skies, but the light of day still shone through, helping me find my way around. I avoided the leaves that laid around, afraid that they were probably dry and would crack under any pressure. The sounds of nature were the birds that flew around and rested on branches, the rustling of the trees brushing up against one another, and the crackling of the river flowing through. At any other time, I would’ve found peace in it, a calamity, but not today, every single noise I heard brought chills up my spine and made my heart skip a beat, I couldn’t trust nature at the moment, I had to be sure it wasn’t any one else. But for now, things looked pretty clear and good, so then I made my approach to the safe house, and pulled back the garlands to unlock the wooden door. The unlocking of it was quiet, very smooth, helpful to not bring any unwanted attention to myself. I pulled out my gun before opening up, ready to take out uninvited visitors. With my foot I softly kicked the door opened, and watched it open slowly as my eyes darted everywhere inside. The lights were off inside so I quickly pulled out my flashlight, and then proceeded to walk in carefully. So far things seemed to be in place, my footsteps on the floor were leaving an imprint on the collected dust below me, so I looked around and saw that no one else’s feet were there.

“Looks clear to me… no one’s been here for a while.”

With the same foot I used to open the door, I closed it behind me, holding my breath and silence so I could hear it shut. Then I quickly locked it, and found the light switch beside the door, and flicked it on. The lights flickered above me for a few seconds, before coming to a steady halt, allowing me to focus my eyes to the new light, and give me the chance to look at the room around me, but that was cut short when I heard the floor crack behind me. I shot my head towards the sound but was met with the face of a metal object.

‘BANG!!”

Then it all went black.

Laswell’s POV

Price caught Melione before she hit the floor, and held her up as he dragged her to a near by chair. I held the chair in place as he sat her down and began to tie her wrists behind the back of chair. He then took the guns and knife out from all her pockets, as I picked up the pan Price used to knock her out, and the gun and flashlight she dropped as she went down. Price was gentle the entire time with Melione, except for when he knocked her out with the pan, but that was only because I forced him and commanded the order. Finally I worded to Price, my thoughts on him being extremely careful with her, treating her like a piece of glass, as he eyed her with curiosity,

“What are your thoughts Price? You seem… invested?”

Price kept his eyes on Melione’s figure as he huffed a sigh through his nose,

“She’s young… small lass in a mess like this is something that I’ve never seen… what she’s capable of… is something I can’t imagine.”

I smiled to myself at the thought of having a good asset in our hands, because he was right, what she was capable of, was beyond us. I was about to open my lips to answer him, when I heard her grunt and jolt awake. I stepped back as her eyes shot opened, and gasped,

“What the fuck-“

“At ease-“

Price tried to keep her calm, but at hearing his voice she tried to get up, but whimpered in shock when she found herself tied up. Melione pulled on the ties as she shouted,

“What the hell is this!!”

I then made my appearance, as I spoke up,

“Stay still and I’ll tell you-“

Her head then moved to face me, and I saw her shoulders drop, like if she was relieved to see a woman. But her eyes, were now glued to mine as she stopped moving and insisted,

“Tell me what is going on… now.”

Price stood away from Melione but close enough to hold her down if her struggling became erratic, and I took an empty chair beside me, and sat in front of her as I began to say,

“We know who you’re after… who you are… and what happened to you… and we only want to help you.”

She cocked her head to the side, and scoffed with disappointment in her tone,

“are you guys some kind of psychopath therapists? You kidnap and tie down people to help them?”

Price shook his head and a hint of a smile went up his lips, at hearing her words, I was just as amused at her humor, I guess? But it just showed me how fed up she was with everyone and everything. I then sighed out my correction to her thoughts on us,

“No… we are the military. And our Task Force has set their eyes on you… on your talent, to dig into very dark web information that we haven’t been able to find.”

Her body went stiff, and her face went pale, I believe she got worried or scared for a second, that a higher government power caught her, but I calmed her thoughts as I made myself as clear as possible,

“But, you’re not in trouble. We actually need your help, because who you’re after now, is who we’ve been after too. And I want you to help us.”

Melione’s expression changed, now she looked interested in what I was saying. She then sat up and clear her throat, before asking in a low and calm voice,

“You’re taking advantage of my rage as a now childless mother and widow to bring in the people that your long-time military trained assassins can’t?”

‘Well Damn, I didn’t expect that… she’s very alert and attentive to one’s intentions.’

Well trying to keep hidden the fact about using her tactics and anger to our advantage was out the window, Melione clearly understood and knew I was going to use her. So to keep things now clear and honest, I replied as honestly as I could,

“Yes, as awful as it sounds but, yes.-“

She sat back and chuckled in my face,

“How pathetic of you..”

I was about to respond an apology, maybe to ease her down, but she interrupted me with a new question,

“How does this work then? All of it?”

I was glad she decided to move on, I then took out a file from Price’s bag, and tossed it onto the table, that was next to her, it slid towards her and stopped right where she could see it. Her head moved down towards it first before her eyes moved, she had them glued on me for a few more seconds before they focused on the file. Price then lifted his hand up and opened the file, as he began to explain what he had written down as Melione’s cover.

“You will not tell anyone in this Task Force, who you really are. Not your background, your reason as to why your here, your motive- nothin’. For safety.”

I then added,

“You will only use the name your using now... Melione. And that’s it. There’s no need for any one to ask for more information of you. All your here to do, is help us target our enemies and bring them down.”

Melione held silence the whole time, her eyes and attention were on the file only, I watched her attentively. I wondered what was going through her head, what was she thinking,

‘Is she going to say yes? Does she agree?-‘

“And I’m working with your team?”

Her voice finally came through, in a question as she continued to read the file,

Price nodded and replied and pointed on a certain spot on the page,

“Yes, here it says your part of the team, and it’s shown that you were picked for your specialization in technology and military armament. Which we’ve concluded that you are.”

Melione shook her head slowly, she then looked up at Price and asked,

“Are you guys providing everything I’ll need, I only have what’s in the bag by Laswell.”

I watched Price reply simply,

“Indeed we will provide it all. Shelter, safety, guns and all... we are at your service, sense you’re helping us catch this one”

Melione then looked at me, and held a breath, she looked like she was seriously considering it, which was good. I really needed her expertise, her anger that came with an adrenaline that was far more than my whole team combined.

She was a one man army.

YOUR POV

I basically had everything in my hands, their security, artillery, and much more. I now had the advantage to take what I needed, what I wanted. It’d probably be quicker too, sense they’re a team, and this man is one person, along with his little monsters... but I didn’t want them, I wanted him. He was the beast and monster I so badly wanted to demolish and let rot in fire in hell. Maybe this team had their own ways and plans to take him down, but I had my own... and I plan to use them either way, with or without them. Laswell had a hint of hope in her eyes, as she stared back at me, patiently waiting for me to say anything. I liked holding time in my possession, and right now... I held them both, for I was the one they needed, meaning I had some power. But time was ticking and my anger with hunger for revenge was growing more. I knew I’d bust anytime soon, and I wanted it to be at the right target. So I let out my breath, and simply put forth,

“Fuck… fine. When do we start?”

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thissortofsorcery · 1 year

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Harringrove, 2k words. Established relationship, light angst, fluff.

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Billy doesn’t even remember what Steve said that pushed him over the edge. Between one moment and the next, Billy was yelling,

"Goddamnit, Harrington, if I wanted someone to hold my fucking hand, I wouldn't go to you!"

Steve just sat there, gaping at him, both hands still on the steering wheel. Billy thanked god they were in Steve's car and already parked, because he couldn't take the hurt look that came over Steve's eyes, so he just climbed out of the car and slammed the door before stalking off.

The half hour it took to walk back to his house and shut himself in his room had calmed him down enough for him to see he'd overreacted.

Billy had lost it on Steve again. He'd been trying so fucking hard, these pasts few months, to be someone better, to be someone Steve could like, but he was still just a piece of shit. He could pretend all he liked, could work his charm on Steve until he was melting in his hands, but in the end Billy would always let him down. He couldn't get rid of this thing in him, this- This anger. It stained his insides like tar, it clung to everything he did, made everything too sharp, too toxic.

Just the thought of it is enough to make it rise in the back of his throat again, and he sends a can of hairspray flying with a slap. It hits the wall with a bang and falls, joining the broken mixtapes on the floor. The ones Neil broke, as a lesson. The reason he was in such a foul mood in the first place.

Steve could be an asshole, but he's not the kind of asshole Billy is.

This is just an example of why this thing between them was doomed to fail. Billy was always going to screw it up. And from the look on Steve's face, he's not going to forgive Billy for this. Whatever they had was too new, too fragile.

And now it was over.

The next day is Saturday, and Billy starts his afternoon by chainsmoking at the quarry.

He couldn't stand staying at the house, with everyone else out and the silence closing up on him. Thinking that he should be out too.

He's supposed to be at Steve's.

So he'd just grabbed his keys and driven to the first place that came to mind. Billy and Steve never really came here to hang out, so it's not like anything here is making him think of Steve. But Steve's always on his mind, anyway.

Steve's dumb preppy hair, his pastel polos, the width of his shoulders, the way they feel under his hands. His ass in gym shorts. That one mole on the side of his tit that drives Billy insane. How his smile pulls a little to the left when he means it.

There's the rumble of a car approaching, and Billy pushes off the Camaro, assumes it's a cop. He tosses his cigarette to the ground and grinds it under his boot. He's halfway to snarking something about how he didn't know it was illegal to smoke there, when a voice interrupts him:

"Thought you were gonna come over today, man."

Steve's standing beside his Beamer, hands in his jacket pockets. Billy's mouth closes with a clack, and he stares. He sure as hell didn't expect Steve to show up here.

"I was looking all over town for you. I drove past your house and your car wasn't there," Steve keeps his distance, but he's looking at Billy so intensely he might as well be right up against him.

"I've just been here," is all Billy can say.

"Yeah," Steve agrees, but his tone isn't mocking. "Why didn't you come over?"

Billy doesn't know what to say. Can't say the truth, can't say thought you wouldn't want me to.

"What do you want, man?" Is what he says instead. Billy breathes in clean air and wishes it was smoke.

"What do I- Billy," Steve takes a couple steps closer. Stops.

Billy’s body wants to sway closer to him, wants to close what’s left of the distance between them. But Steve’s frowning with that little dimple in the middle of his forehead, the one that means he’s sad, and Billy’s the one that put it there.

He leans back on the hood of the Camaro, back to Steve, and lights another cigarette.

“You’re just not gonna say anything?” Steve asks, and his voice is finally rising above a dejected mumble.

“Don’t know what you want me to say,” Billy doesn’t look at Steve. He takes a drag of his cigarette, pretends his hand isn’t shaking.

“I want-” Billy hears Steve release a shaky breath, and he just knows he’s running a hand through his hair. “Would you just look at me!”

When Steve’s voice breaks, Billy does too. Steve’s hair is ruffled, like he thought, and the dimple in his forehead is gone. He’s just plain pissed now.

“Where did you go yesterday?” The calm in Steve’s voice doesn’t match his frown. Billy doesn’t trust it.

“I went home,” Billy answers, wary. Suddenly, he feels chilled in only his jean jacket.

“You walked home.”

Why the fuck is Steve just repeating what he’s saying.

“Yeah, Steve, I just walked home. What is it to you?” Billy snaps. He’s starting to feel it, the burning in his chest, in his throat.

“I don’t know, Billy!” Steve snaps right back. He’s the one that closes the distance. From the corner of his eyes, Billy tracks Steve’s hands moving as he speaks. “You just went off on me yesterday and ditched me, and you didn’t show up today, what am I supposed to think?!”

There’s a sound in his mind like a crack, a log giving in to fireplace flame, a burst of sparks, and Billy imagines smoke coming out of his mouth like he just inhaled an entire cigarette.

“How will I know what you think, Steve? I'm not a fucking mind reader!” Billy snaps.

“Maybe if we talked to each other once in a while!” Steve yells back. “I try to get you to talk to me and I might as well be trying to pull out your teeth!”

“Doesn’t that tell you something? Why don’t you back the fuck off?!” Billy’s voice rises above Steve’s, hoarser, meaner. Just a little more desperate.

“Because you never tell me anything about how you feel, and it drives me up the fucking wall!”

“If you’re so pissed, then why the fuck did you even come here?” Billy’s voice echoes in the absence of Steve’s answer. He blinks at Billy, face blank.

They stare at each other for what feels like the entire afternoon, breathing hard. When Steve speaks, Billy jolts at the thought that the quarry is just as bright as it’s been the last fifteen minutes.

“Fuck. Fuck- I’m sorry,” Steve says, voice shaking, and rubs both hands over his face. “I didn’t mean to pick a fight. I’m not pissed at you. I’m sorry.”

It’s enough to make Billy take a full step back. The roaring fire in his chest goes out in a single gust of wind, leaving him chilled.

“Why are you apologizing,” His voice comes out flat. This isn't on Steve.

“I lost my shit at you, and that’s not-” Steve takes another deep, shaky breath, reaches a hand out to Billy, painfully slowly. “I’m not pissed at you, I was worried.”

“Worried about what.”

Steve’s hand finally touches Billy’s. His fingers are warm around Billy’s palm, they always are, and Steve just. Holds his hand.

“You were acting weird yesterday, when I picked you up,” Steve steps closer, bends their heads together so they only need low voices to hear each other. “At the diner, too. Then you snapped in the car, and I thought- something happened, right? With your dad?”

Billy can’t look at Steve, so he just stares at their hands, together. Nods.

“He didn’t- He just broke a bunch of my tapes. Got the ones you gave me, so.” It wasn’t that bad, considering. Billy’d had a lot worse. He should have just been happy he’s been able to still get out of the house. But the sight of Steve’s mixtapes in pieces on the floor had made his stomach turn.

When Steve sighs, his breath is warm on Billy’s face. He doesn’t say he’s sorry, doesn’t say he’ll make Billy new ones. He knows that’s not the point. He squeezes Billy’s hand instead.

Sometimes it feels like Billy’s living in a world of fog and Steve’s the only solid thing he’s got to hold on to.

He looks up, “I didn’t mean what I said yesterday. In the car.”

He has to say that, at least. If there’s anyone in the world Billy would trust with his shit, it’s Steve, even if he doesn’t deserve it.

“I know that,” Steve says, like he never doubted it. “I know you.”

Billy’s breath hitches, and his eyes burn. His other hand reaches for Steve, grasps at his hip, pulls him close.

“Billy,” Steve starts, “you thought I was pissed at you.”

Billy gives him a look, “You were yelling at me.”

“Yeah,” Steve huffs out that self deprecating laugh Billy hates. “But you said, ‘why did I even come here’. You thought I got pissed yesterday? Is that why you didn’t come over?”

Billy hesitates, chews on the inside of his lip. Looks down at their hands again.

“I lost it at you in the car.”

“And I lost it at you just now,” Steve shoots back.

“Yeah, but I keep doing it. I can’t stop.” Billy grinds out, voice rising again. Steve doesn’t understand. It’s not the same. Steve apologized but he wasn't the one at fault.

He makes to step back from Steve, and Steve lets him go, but not far.

“I keep- I just get so-” Billy can’t come up with the words, so his breath leaves him shakily, between his teeth. “And one day you won’t-”

Billy’s voice cracks, and he shakes his hand free to cover his face, but Steve’s hands get there first, wiping his thumbs over his cheeks, taking away the wetness he didn’t realize was there. Billy clings to his bony wrists, instead.

“Billy,” Steve says, barely a whisper. “You’re not gonna lose me because you get angry sometimes. Okay?”

Steve knocks his forehead against Billy’s, gently. Rests it there.

Billy gives a barely there nod.

“I’m serious,” Steve says. “You’re allowed to get angry, especially if I’m being a dick. You’re not doing anything wrong,” He insists. “I just blew up at you and you forgave me just like that.”

Billy shakes his head, “It’s not the same thing.”

“Kind of is, though, man,” Steve insists. “I told you, I know you. You’re an asshole, but you’re not cruel,” He laughs softly, smile lopsided. “I should know, I’m an asshole too.”

Steve’s eyes are bright in the afternoon sun. There’s nothing clouding them, no frown. No dimple on his forehead. Then he says,

“I’m not just gonna give up on you,” and Billy has to close his eyes.

Steve’s nose nudges his own and they just. Breathe together.

Billy feels his way to Steve’s mouth by sucking tiny kisses from his cheek, to the corner of his mouth, to Steve’s smiling lips, and Steve kisses back with his entire body, settling into Billy from chest to thighs, the toes of his sneakers bumping into Billy’s boots.

Billy digs his fingers into Steve’s hips, sighs into his mouth when Steve cradles his jaw into his large hands, buries his fingers into the hair curling behind Billy’s ears. A tingle goes down Billy’s spine, and he bites at Steve's lips until he can press in, in, like he can crawl inside and make a home there. His fingers find his way under Steve’s shirt, feeling around for skin until they splay over his lower back, pulling him impossibly closer.

Steve is warm everywhere, where their hips and their chests touch, where his fingers dig into Billy’s scalp, where Steve’s lips wrap around Billy’s bottom one and suck, on his tongue when Billy licks into his mouth in return, on his breath when theirs mingle together for the hundredth time.

They trade soft, slow kisses in the sunlight, lips parting just to come together again until they’re just resting against each other, breathing together again. Steve’s thumb strokes the hollow of Billy’s cheek, back and forth.

In a minute, they’ll drive separate cars to Steve’s house, only to settle together on the living room couch and while away the afternoon with pizza and beer. In a minute, Billy’s going to slap Steve’s ass when he turns to get into the Beamer and make a dirty joke that he’ll follow through with later that night. In a minute, they’ll let go of each other.

For now, Billy buries his nose in the hair that curls behind Steve’s ear and closes his eyes, breathes in. Thinks back to the drive over from California, how he was sure every mile was a shovel of dirt piled over his grave, and any chance of happiness was left behind there with the warmth of the sun. Thinks he was wrong.

It was bringing him to this instead.

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till-you-scream-and-cry · 1 year

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Disobedient

Pairing: Damiano x Fem!Reader

summary: you’re fed up with recent behaviour of Damiano, once you try to make him understand his mistakes, he seems to be enjoying your dominance more than you expected

word count: 1.8k

contents: SMUT, angst, sub Damiano - dom Reader, anal play

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“Get over yourself, love. It’s not that deep.”

His words kept ringing in your head for hours after he left your place. You closed the door with a loud bang, trying to show him your anger. It wasn’t the first time he dismissed you like that. Being his sub was fun, but lately, Damiano seemed to be forgetting that he needed to treat you with respect for it to function properly. Because of all the stress and sudden fame, his attitude changed, his ego grew even bigger, and he started treating you like a brainless toy even outside of his bedroom. That wasn’t something you agreed to.

You wanted to ignore their gig so much, but you already had a plane ticket and wanted to see London for a while now. Not to mention that you had some friends there you wanted to visit. You packed your bag and left for the airport with a head full of thoughts, from which none made sense anymore. You checked into the hotel and started getting ready for their gig. Sure, you felt like an idiot, but besides him, you wanted to be there to support the rest of the band you’ve got pretty close with. The tight, black, lacy dress was waiting for you on the top of the suitcase. His favourite. You sighed, got dressed, put on some makeup, and left, to let him humiliate you one more time.

The gig was amazing, as always. You managed to chat with Ethan, Vic, and Thomas beforehand, but Damiano was nowhere to be seen. He showed up a minute before the last call, with a devilish grin and sweaty forehead. You saw him wiping someone’s lipstick off before he joined the rest. Fucking liar. You joined their team backstage, impatiently wanting for a gig to end. After a bit over an hour, they left the stage and showed up all sweaty and excited.

“Hey, you.” he smiled when he saw you and stepped closer. Damiano grabbed your chin and pulled you into a rough kiss. You wanted to stop him, but you liked it too much. “Give me a second to change, I’ll take you to my hotel,” he mumbled, winked, and disappeared into the dressing room before you had a chance to speak up.

Moments later he was back in his normal clothes, squeezing your hand, pulling you towards the taxi. The whole journey to the hotel he kept staring at his phone, not paying any attention to you. You felt your pulse getting faster, your jaw was clenched and your muscles tense. He wrapped his arm around your waist and let you go only to open the door to his room.

“Fuck I’m tired…” he grunted as you both walked in. Damiano unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor. He sat down heavily in the armchair, with his legs spread, put his arms on the armrest and looked at you with dark eyes. “I missed you.” He purred.

“Did you really?” You scoffed and slammed the door shut.

“What’s with that attitude?” He frowned.

“Are you for real? Do you even remember our last conversation?” Your hands got shaky from the anger growing in you.

“Yeah, well you kept whining about me not being sweet enough, you’re my sub, not my girlfriend,” he said coldly.

“Oh, so I don’t deserve any respect? I don’t want you to be sweet, I want you to listen to me.” You got closer to him. “Besides, we had a deal that I’m your sub when I’m wearing your collar, do you see any?” You pointed at your bare neck.

“So…what do you want from me?” He sighed, sending you a bored look.

“I want you to shove that ego up your ass and apologise for being a piece of shit for me in the past weeks!” You yelled, slamming your hand against the armrest.

Damiano looked at you with wide eyes, you never lost your temper like that with him.

“Alright…I’m sorry if you felt hurt…”

“Oh no…” You chuckled ironically and grabbed his chin between your thumb and index finger, squeezing hard. “Apologize for what you did, not for how I felt, you dickhead.” You spat out, staring deeply into his wide eyes.

Damiano swallowed hard, his eyes softened in a way you’ve never seen before. You hooked your finger under the hoop of his collar.

“Well?” You hissed.

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, mm…” He stopped and bit his lip.

“What was that? Say it.” You moved your face closer, resting the free hand on the armrest, towering over him.

“I’m sorry…ma’am.” He said quietly, looking at your face with dreamy eyes. You raised your eyebrow and cocked your head to the side.

“Seems like you’re enjoying it a bit too much, don't you think?” You looked down and saw a growing bulge in his trousers.

“I…well…” He stuttered. You tugged on his collar; his face was now inches from yours.

“You want to be my slut tonight? Just a pathetic fuck toy, hmm?” You cooed, watching his pleading face.

“Yes…please…” He mumbled, slowly licking his lips.

You smirked and dragged your hand over his chest, already plotting revenge. You stopped at his nipple, and pinched it, watching his reaction. He gasped; his eyes were hooded. You gently tugged on his piercing, watching him squirm.

“Can we…can you please use something on me?” his voice was so desperate; you enjoyed every syllable.

“Maybe. What do you mean?” You moved away and let him get up. He went through his luggage and handed you a silk bag with a massive blush on his face. Inside there was an anal dildo and a bottle of lube. “Awww someone wants to be fucked?” You asked, stroking his cheek. You had no damn idea how you conveyed your anger into the need for dominance so easily.

“Please? I’ll be a good boy for you.” He said quietly, palming himself through his trousers.

“Undress and get on the bed.” You commanded.

Damiano didn’t hesitate. He slid down his trousers with his underwear, and his semi-hard cock bounced back right away, making you smile. He sat on the bed and looked at you.

“On all fours.” You growled, walking closer. He propped himself on his knees and hands and looked back at you as you sat behind him. “Who would’ve guessed that you can be so obedient?”

You started slowly teasing his ass cheeks with your fingertips, tickling his delicate skin. He kept wriggling and arching his ass.

“Is someone impatient?” You asked, and he nodded.

You massaged his skin and smacked him hard, leaving a red handprint. He moaned quietly; his cock twitched between his spread legs.

“You like that, baby?” You cooed.

“Fuck, yes I love it…harder please,” he whined.

You smacked him again, massaged his red skin and spanked him one more time. His moans got more high-pitched, and his hard cock started oozing precum.

“You want more?”

Damiano looked back at you. His eyes were half closed, face pink, hair stuck to the forehead, loose curls disturbing his vision.

“Please, ma’am.” He whined. His voice cracked at the last syllable.

You grabbed the toy and covered it in a thick layer of lube. You put a little bit on your fingers and started spreading it over his hole. He flinched at the cold gel touching him but immediately got lower on his elbows, arching his ass up. You saw that he was ready and started slowly pushing the tip of the toy.

“Take your time…” You purred, stroking his back.

“More, please…” He whined, backing up a little, taking the toy deeper.

After a few minutes, he managed to take it in completely and started shaking from anticipation. You started slowly moving the toy, trying to find his weak spot. As the tip hit his prostate, he moaned loudly. You grinned and started moving the toy in that direction. His cock was painfully hard and swollen, his precum was dripping on the bedsheets. As he was getting closer you pulled out the toy to which he looked back at you.

“What…” He asked confused, his muscles contracting in lust.

“I deserve some fun too after all, don’t you think you owe me one?” You asked, putting the toy aside.

“Yes ma’am…maybe…can you please use me? Just…”

“Hmm? What do you want?” You leaned closer, stroking his hair with a smile.

“Please…please ride me,” he mumbled, suddenly almost embarrassed to ask for it. The confident dominant macho was gone.

You nodded, and he turned on his back and watched you with wide eyes. You lifted your dress a little and straddled him, careful to not even touch his cock. You unclipped his collar.

“I have a better use for that…” You grabbed his wrists, pinned them above his head and tied them to the bedframe with the choker. “There, you don’t deserve to touch me today.”

You grabbed his cock and teased your clot with it for a moment. Watching him being so submissive and pathetic made you wetter than you expected. You slowly slid down his cock, taking him in entirely in one go. You both moaned loudly, his hips started uncontrollably thrust up.

“Fuck I missed it” You whispered, feeling his thick dick deep inside you, stretching you so well.

You started slowly moving your hips, but it wasn’t easy since both of you were close. You sped up, riding him the way, you craved so much, the bed was squeaking loudly, your bodies were making all kinds of noises, and the room was filled with moans and the smell of sex.

“Please...let me cum” he whined, thrusting his hips up faster to match your pace.

“Yes…Yes!” You screamed.

Damiano didn’t wait any longer, he broke the clasp of the choker and set his hands free. He grabbed your hips and started slamming you faster on his cock. That was all you both needed. You came with a loud scream, mixed with his grunts and moans. You rode out your orgasm and collapsed on his chest. It took you a moment to catch a breath when you did, you finally looked up at him.

“That was…unexpected.” You mumbled, still panting.

“I didn’t know you had it in you.” He purred and kissed your head.

“I can only say the same…such an obedient boy.” you chuckled.

“Maybe…we could do it again sometime?” He asked uncertainly.

“Oh, now you’re polite?”

“Come on, I apologized.” He sounded almost sad.

“Well…maybe. But if you piss me off like that again, I won’t show you any mercy. No matter how hard you beg.

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