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greycaelum · 2 years

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If YN from what if series was an global idol, i can imagine satoru will make her fans mad because he booked all the ticket concert only for himself. You know tokyo dome but its just satoru in there 😳

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Kaleidoscope Series: || What If Chapters ||)

[Celebrity AU: Satoru X Idol Reader]

[Song used: Aishiteru by Wotamin]

Tickets

"Pardon?" you almost spit your smoothie and look at your manager who also looks stressed with dark circles on her eyes.

At this rate she could already rival Ijichi, who is Satoru's manager, suffering and crying because of a certain blue-eyed snow white who kept terrorising the poor manager with the amount of work.

You've been rehearsing tirelessly for days straight and now that you finally got a day's rest, your manager came barging into your penthouse to complain about a certain boyfriend of yours who single-handedly dominated the tickets and booked them all.

"Leash him! I swear you better leash him Y/n before I strangle him alive," your manager burst. And reminded you not to make a comment on social media. Although restricted from your official account you message your boyfriend in another account asking him what did he do this time.

Satoru and your fans are quite close... at simping for you. The last time he made a brawl while lining to get your limited edition collaboration merch. You almost can't believe it until he told you about it himself. And this time.

Your jaws dropped at the picture of him lying on the horde of tickets... YOUR TICKETS! The next picture is him using your tickets to fan himself while drinking coffee.

No wonder your fans are going rabid against him. You sighed, no matter what kind of prank this is he's baiting them too much, not that you'd perform with only your boyfriend on the seat. That's just plain... abnormal.

"Satoru?"

"Y/n-chan?! Let's go on a date?"

"No, and what have you done this time? You're pranking them too much."

"Ehh? It's not a prank, I really bought all your tickets," he turned serious.

This time you're totally blown away by this news, Tokyo Dome has like, 55,000 seats!!! And he bought all of it?! He's crazy! But then again, even before he was one of the top actors Satoru is already rich... Still this is insane!

"What the hell? Do you think I rehearsed for 3 months just to dance for one person? It's my 5th-year anniversary celebration Satoru." Someone's gonna get whooping on the ass when you meet him.

"But Y/n-chan?! You're not gonna spend the day with me? You're gonna leave me in the cold corner?"

You sighed, seeing his point. You won't be able to spend that day with him even if you try. After the concert, you have several after parties to attend.

"Then how about.."

You sang the last note and the 55,000+ audience thunderous clapping filled the dome.

"So, last time I knew a certain someone teased you all," you adjusted the mic and they answered with incoherent rambles but you could guess they were telling you about Satoru.

Thinking about last time you sighed on how you settled it with him. 1000 tickets were freely given out by Satoru in exchange for answering a question from him.

"Then this person here asked me to sing with him. So please, don't be mean to him," you chuckled and the curtain behind you revealed a certain blue-eyed man in a simple white polo shirt holding an acoustic guitar and walking to reach your side with a dazzling smile. You shake your head, at the squeals of the crowd. Satoru chuckled making your heart quiver.

"So Y/n-chan invited me to sing twinkle twinkle star for all of you!" Satoru pronounced the song with an exaggerated accent making the audience laugh as Satoru sit down on the high stool and you adjusted the mic on the stand. His long slender fingers strum the strings and you started singing.

The crowd didn't sing with you, preferring to raise their lightsticks and wave them, lighting the dome in pink and blue as Satoru look at you with blue tender eyes that can melt your tired heart.

"Aishiteru, aishiteru, aishiteru, aishiteru

Nando mo iu yo

Sou kimi ni tsutaeru tame ni

Umaretekitan dakara

Tokei no hari was gozen sanji

Totzuzen kimi kara no chakushin

Konna jikan ni hijoushiki da na

Dakedo sukushi ureshii yo"

Satoru gestured for you to bring the mic close to him, and as he play the guitar he started singing in his sweet baritone voice while looking at you.

"Nemutai me kosuri nagara

Denwagoshi no kimi no koe

Taai mo nai kaiwa dakedo

Shiawaseda to omoetan da

Sasai na koto de surechigatte

Kenka shiteshimau koto mo atta

Demo kimi ni au made wa

Karappo datta nda"

Bringing the microphone between you two you can't help but smile and sing. Like a teenager whose adolescent heart hasn't passed the clumsy butterflies and flustered moments that makes your face flush like a rose, you sang with Satoru.

"Aishiteru, aishiteru, aishiteru, aishiteru

Nando mo iu yo

Sou kimi ni tsutaeru tame ni

Umaretekitan dakara"

You may both not have the Tokyo Dome for yourselves today but singing with him together on your special day is more than enough to fill your heart with overflowing happiness.

Thank you for the wonderful idea! These past few days I've been thinking of Actor Satoru X Model Reader, and this X Idol Reader is just feeding that brain cells of mine more. Hope you enjoyed this!

—Grey

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fvrxdrm · 3 years

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.•*Friends to Lovers on Holidays with Leon Kennedy*•.

Happy Single Asses’ Day!!!

Pairing: Modern!Leon x F!Reader

Warning(s): NSFW

*****

“Cheers to us single fuckers!”

The clinking of wine glasses subtly intertwined with the voices of the actors in a horribly-done “horror” movie that was running on the television as you and Leon briefly joined them together before letting the tang of sweet, bitter, and sour wine hit your tongues. And when they did, you moaned in satisfaction.

“Not bad.”

“It better not be. This shit costed, like, $100.”

Leon grabbed the wine bottle in front of him and went on to refilling yours and his glasses respectively.

“My wallet’s fucking crying,” he continued.

“Hey, don’t bullshit me now. Jack Daniel’s costs $50.00 and I don’t hear you complaining. And from what I remember you buy five of ‘em,” you retorted back hitherto taking a small sip of your drink.

“For your information I only buy one bottle now. Had the president not let us quit going on missions your statement would’ve been correct.”

It was true. Ever since the New York incident, bioterrorism had gone down and those rare times where an occurrence would go down somewhere in a small region on earth the BSAA would be sent, sometimes even bringing one of the newer DSO agents to help them with the cases. And so, with the conclusion that the count was dying at a leisure pace, the government decided there was no need for their veteran agents to be sent on missions unless they were lethal and needed someone who was as exceedingly experienced as you on the field and sanctioned both you and Leon to only do office work until further notice.

“I mean, yeah, true… Pass me the bowl?” With eyes still glued to the T.V., Leon reached out to grab ahold of the large bowl of popcorn and blindly looked for your hand until he finally felt the bottom of the bowl touch a surface, letting it go once he felt the weight shift lighter.

“This is bullshit. Who the fuck just crawls on the ground after tripping while the killer is literally right behind them? Like, fucking 5 inches away from them! I would’ve stood up and ran.”

The movie had been going for about half an hour now and Leon couldn’t be more amused at how you reacted at every scene where the characters’ brains seemingly flew out of their heads. He wasn’t paying attention to the film. He’d watch this way, way, way, way back anyway and he knew how stupid it was so he just entertained himself by listening to your rants and laughing (also getting smacked every now and then).

“Oh my god! Why the fuck does she keep screaming?”

“You know what, I wouldn’t care if he gets killed.”

“Of course, the phone just had to be dead.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now!? Why the fuck are you making out while a psycho is literally out there to sheesh kebab you?”

“Oh my god, I just lost my brain cells.” And so on and so forth…

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Leon muttered with a smirk, popping a chip in his mouth as he turned his gaze towards the movie.

“Well, I didn’t know it was that bad. I thought it was one of those movies that are so bad they’re good,” you defended as you swigged the rest of the wine that filled a portion of your glass. Your friend just snickered in response, stretching his arms and legs and smiled in fulfilment once he heard the crack of aging bones and staring narrow-eyed at the credit screen in front of him.

Words became trapped inside your heads. You didn’t know what to do from here. The only thing you planned was watching a movie for Valentine’s day – or Single Asses’ day as you call it – and fight shy of anything revolving around romance whether it be some sort of song or movie or something.

You both had been unlucky when it came to romance and intimacy. The closest you had to love were some one-night stands with random strangers and even that was far away from said emotion. Your jobs were complicated and when you both had started in the agency years after the Raccoon City incident, it already began taking a toll on your heads and continued to up until the incident in New York. And so, relationships were the last thing you worried about. Though, that didn’t mean your hearts wouldn’t race every once and a while. Truth be told you caught feelings halfway through your career, both of you. You sometimes entertained the idea of you and your best friend being together while he had conflict between you and Ada. Both of you were people he couldn’t let go of but he felt like one was superior to the other and his brain scrambled around for a bit until the day he almost lost you. It was the day disease almost took over the world: Tall Oaks and China. That was the day he realized just how much you meant to him.

“So, um… I should go now. I’ll see you around.” Leon stood up from the couch and was about to head out your apartment door until he felt something warm enclose around his wrist. He turned around to find your pretty face looking sheepish and pleading – pink creeping from your neck to the tip of your ears.

“I-it’s already late and I… I don’t think you’re in the right condition to drive. You can stay here if you want.” The blush on your face darkened even more and your eyes suddenly found interest on your tiled floor, your grip around Leon loosening. Seeing as how abashed you looked right now, he playfully simpered and decided hey, I teasing is fun!😀

“You don’t think I can drive myself home while drunk? Haven’t you seen me in action back in New York?” He spoke.

All enervation and intoxication suddenly voided out of your body; eyes bulging out of their sockets as his statement caught you unwary for a second. Incoherent words stumbled out of your mouth and none were piecing together to form an acceptable response.

“I’m just playing. I get your intentions. You seriously need to chill the fuck out,” Leon finally said after a few enough rambles were pitched into the room ceaselessly.

Your shoulders sagged and the tension that rapidly built up in you were unfettered in a matter of seconds. “Jesus,” you murmured. “You know how I get when I’m drunk.” Leon continued in his bursts of loud laughter and it only made you sink into your seat even more.

“I’m sorry… You’re just so freaking cute!”

Whoops… Didn’t mean for that to come out…

Leon’s fit of hysterics died down in a trice, feeling like a twelve-year-old whose embarrassment was so immense after getting rejected and being made fun of in front of the whole school that he’d rather melt in a puddle where he can be forgotten.

“I-I’m sorry. That just…flew out of nowhere. I- “

“It’s fine. At least I’m not the only tomato here, right? And um… Thanks… For the compliment,” you said, face burning another 100°C.

“Well, uh,” Leon scratched the nape of his neck and shoved his free hand in his pockets where each of his fingers twiddled with one another, “wanna chat?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to be bed anytime soon, unless you’re really tired.”

“No, I’d love for you to accompany me tonight,” he replied.

“Okay, come back here you himbo.” You patted the empty space on the couch Leon previously sat on and smiled at him once he made himself comfortable with his feet resting on your coffee table and hands finding contentment in providing itself as a pillow for his head. “So, how’s life?”

“Okay, okay…fine I’ll…haha…do it.”

A few minutes had passed, talking being the only thing you’d done up until Leon tackled and attacked you with tickles on your sides.

“You, Leon Scott Kennedy,” a giggle fell past your lips, “are…”

“Are?”

“…a fucking…idiot!” Leon fell in a daze at your words and while he was at it you took advantage of his vulnerability and shoved him down to the floor with you collapsing on top of him. Only when he felt the softness of your carpet and the hardness of your floor did he bring himself out of his stupor.

“You sneaky little shit-“ He was about to place both of his hands on your waist and flip you two over when his wrists were suddenly grabbed and pinned above his head not even a second after he blinked.

“Uh uh, not so fast. You really think you could get away with this, don’t you?” A smug grin pulled the corners of your lips. Leon sighed.

“Fine, you win.”

Silence had taken over the room once more, the muffled chirping of crickets outside the closed windows the only sound filling in the missing gaps. Though the light that gave life to your apartment was dim, the distance between your faces was enough for Leon to take in every detail that defined the complexion of your face: from the lines that explicated the years and hardship you had been through, to the little dimples beside your lips that he was sure was as deep as the Pacific Ocean. From the constellation of cute freckles that flecked your cheeks and the bridge of your nose, to the pink hue that gave light to them. You were beautiful and there was no doubt it was one of the many things he admired about you. And there was also no doubt that he wasn’t afraid to voice it out while he laid flushed beneath you.

“You’re cute. You know that, right?”

“Mhm, I’m gonna be hot when I’m sixty.” You giggled at your own joke but when you saw just how awestricken your friend was by you, your smile immediately dropped and you were left flustered on top of him in diffidence and nervousness. And because of your oblivion, your hold on his wrists slackened and he took no time flipping the two of you over and switching up the roles.

“I knew you would fall for that, princess,” Leon remarked and before you could even let out a single letter, he already had his lips smashed onto yours.

A soft gasp fell from your lips but it didn’t take long for you to succumb to the feeling of his supple and slightly chapped lips.

In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment, and in that moment, you were in your pure and vulnerable selves.

It was slow and subtle at first, lips delicately lingering against each other for a moment of lip-lock until a relentless appetency set fire in your bodies. It became sloppy and messy and the abiding flavor that ghosted on your tongues left you wanting more and more of what you could give.

Hands set sail on plump skin and it wasn’t long until pieces of clothing slowly began replacing the space on your carpet where you once laid, Leon having carried you to sit you down on your couch.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this? I don’t want to push you into something you don’t want,” Leon whispered against your kiss-swollen lips, the ghost of his breath sending a delicious chill down your spine.

“I want to… Please?” And that did it for him.

He let out low growl from the depths of his throat before battering your neck with tickling kisses and bites were marks were left as graves created by the inner animal that was housed inside of his body. The brush of his skin against yours arised the short hairs that adorned your own and it didn’t help that the evening cold would tease past you in a speed that sent you shivering to your toes.

“Leon, please.”

“Please what, babe?” Leon kissed along your thighs while he looked at you through the shortness of his lashes.

“I need you, please.”

“In a minute, babe. I fucking need to taste you,” he mumbled, voice raspy with lust and desire.

You anticipated with what was bound to happen next with closed eyes and lip restrained in between teeth. However, no matter how much you prepared yourself for the feeling of his tongue touching your folds, your back still arched at the feeling and a soft moan sounded from an open mouth, hands finding home on Leon’s disheveled hair.

“Oh, fuck!”

“That’s it, baby. Moan for me, moan my name.” That you did. You let a string of curses unknowingly escape your lips along with his name slipping in between them as he lapped your sex with a type of hunger even he couldn’t describe for the life of him. He simply couldn’t get enough of your taste; getting you off once, twice, thrice, until you couldn’t take it anymore and pulled him by his hair before having a sample taste of your own through his lips. And while he was busy savoring your mouth once more, you pushed him on the floor again and straddled his hips impatiently where you felt the twitch of his cock touch your pussy.

“Please, Leon. I want you. I want you so bad. I wanna feel your cock inside me, now.”

“It’s all yours, sweetheart. It’s all yours.”

Permission granted.

Your hand grasped the base of his cock and stroked it a few times before lining the tip up to your entrance, pushing it down once you were sure enough that his dick would just slide in you, and you both moaned at the stretch and the tightness that surrounded him.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so tight,” Leon grunted.

You let yourself give in to his astonishing size before you slowly began bouncing up and down his length, your eyelids falling close to the feeling of his dick hitting just the right spots with neither of you trying. You moved in sync together, his hips propelling into yours and gradually speeding up as indulgence replaced the throbbing of your walls at their painful expansion.

“Fuck, Leon, shit.”

This was good, painfully good, but somehow it still wasn’t enough for Leon so he decided to take control again and turned you to your back where he can finally satisfy both you and him much to your contentment. He pounded into you with so much force and the tips of his fingers dug into your skin that you were sure you were going to be sore the next day at work and bruises were going to be a part of your attire for a while. Oh, well, I’m just going to call in sick tomorrow.

“You’re taking my co – ngh – ck so good, baby girl. So – ngh – good.”

Mewls left your mouth at the sound of his broken words and a familiar tight warmth filled your stomach, your moans getting louder and louder each time Leon gave a powerful blow.

“Leon, please, please, please, I’m so close – shit!”

“I know, baby, I know. Just hold on a little longer for me.”

After a few more thrusts, they became sloppy, you noticed, and all pent-up emotion boiled over into one strong orgasm that has you writhing and shaking in relief.

“Well, fuck. That was good,” you spoke in between heavy breathing, the blanket you took from inside your couch now covering your glistening wet bodies.

“Best sex I’ve ever had if I’m being honestly,” Leon added, chuckling despite struggling to get some air himself.

“Yeah. But seriously though,” you steadied your head in your hand and began tracing random doodles on the exposed skin of his chest as you spoke, “Is this going to be a one-time thing or…”

“Well, to be honest, I wanna go further from just being a one-night stand. You know, a real relationship and all that. But if you want it to be a one-time thing, I’ll respect that.” You could tell Leon was disheartened at the thought of him being a one-night stand only but your intention was just the same as his and now, you were sure about your decision.

“I wanna go further than this, too. I love you so fucking much.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page then.” Leon placed a chaste kiss on your lips before he pulled you on top of him and lulled you both into a deep slumber.

*****

Lmao this was longer than intended XD.

#leonkennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon+kennedy+imagine #leon kennedy x you #leon+kennedy+fanfic #leon kennedy imagines #leon s kennedy x reader #leonxreader #resident evil #leon+s+kennedy+x+reader

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big-meows · 2 years

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Hi! The 14 yo from yesterday again. I just wanted to send in another ask to say thank you for responding. And also just in general, thank you for being so adamant and open about this stuff. I wasn’t trying to blame or burden you with my thoughts on this, not at all, I just wanted to vent to someone who would understand where I’m coming from. It kinda turned to incoherent rambling closer to the end there so. Whoops. (And to clarify: a lot of the stuff I said wasn’t directed at you specifically. You and the content you make don’t scare me. At all.) The point is: I agree with you and what you do and I’m glad that I have your writing. Thank you for caring so much. I know that the legality of this is iffy and this whole interaction puts you much more at risk than me, so you don’t have to respond. I just needed to say this <3

Oh, I know, and I'm glad you got to vent. For a while there it was hard for me to know who I could talk to and who I could be honest with because it was a thing people were afraid to talk about, you know, I want to make friends but which of these people understand that cartoons don't have human rights and which of them think I should Actually Die for imagining that those cartoons grow up and touch each other in their bathing suit areas? How do I find out? Its one of the reasons I started getting loud. People know exactly what I'm about now and if they don't like it they can take a hike, and if they need someone to talk to or vent to, I'm here.

Thanks for your messages, I'm glad I'm able to help, at least a little. Stay safe out there kid. ✌

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overanalysingfandoms · 3 years

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Jonathan Stroud's newest book, The Outlaws Scarlett & Browne arrived today.

Needless to say I have already finished it lol,

So if you haven't had a chance to read TOSAB yet please don't read the rest of this post, there are spoilers

I have zero idea how to do read more, soooo sorry for clogging up your tags?

I'll probably do a more in-depth review later but here are some of my thoughts after literally just finishing the book 5 minutes ago:

I want to adopt Albert

I really loved the book

Stroud's worldbuilding, as always, was absolutely on point, I felt as though it was a completely different world but also the same, it was *chefs kiss* beautiful

I immediately loved Scarlett, she kind of has aspect of both Lucy and Lockwood with Lucy's harshness, attitude, boldness and people skills and Lockwoods calculations, timings, finesse and charm

It took me a while to warm up to Albert but by the middle of the book I absolutely adored him, he kind of reminded me of a mix of Bobby Vernon and Danny Skinner with his way of addressing people, lack of good timing and wit etc.

The villian was amazing, during the final scene I kept putting the book down to just process all of her lines and squeal at how cool she is, she really gave me Marissa Fittes vibes and Big M (as the skull would say) is one of my favourite characters, so needless to say, although I've already said it and I'm sure I'll say it again, I loved her. And I'm really intrigued about what's going to happen next with the plot

I know I keep making references to Lockwood & Co but it's only because I really can't help comparing them and I really liked the characters personalities and how familiar I felt with them because of reading Lockwood &Co

I also absolutely adored Scarlett and Albert's relationship with Joe and just Joe and Ettie as characters, they were really well done and I got a strong feel for how loyal Joe is and how much he loves Ettie, as well as how Ettie might struggle in the future being mute, it really gave us an insight to how the laws around deficiencies affect normal people on a personal level without shoving it in our faces and to do that at the same time as giving a more to the side character good motivation and depth was pure genius

Scarlett saying 'Thomas' in the final fight gives me the same vibes as Lockwood saying he thought Lucy was 'someone else' (meaning Jessica) so maybe we could have another dead sibling on out hands? I don't know, but I'm very curious and excited about it

I love how the people in the 'free lands' were portrayed through the book, at the start being spoken of as perfect and saviours while at the end being seen as cowardly and not much better than the others, while I started to see it coming by the middle, it was definitely a great pay off when it happened and fit in really well narratively

I think the Tainted were really creepy, during the descriptions of them, I couldn't help but grimace a bit, I found them to almost be as scary as the Fetch from The Hollow Boy was and the way that Albert described one of them as being just a normal girl his age when he saw into it's mind really freaked me out, I can not wait to see what's going to happen with them, there's definitely tonnes of potential there, especially with how they came to be

Talking about how things came to be, I must admit that I'm very intrigued by the 'Great Cataclysm', what it was and how it came to be

I literally couldn't not think about Chat Noir whenever this was mentioned lol, so I have come up with a very crack, doesn't explain anything, non-canon, completely for my own self indulgence, theory that this all took place during Chat Blanc when he cataclysmed like the entirety of France and destroyed the moon and stuff. The theory makes no sense, but that's what my, very twisted, way too fandom centric, mind came up with

Getting back on track, I also absolutely adored how the dynamic between Scarlett and Albert evolved, at the start feeling really rocky and less fun to read, with neither of them really trusting the other and both, especially Scarlett, feeling like they could snap at any second to a really comfortable dynamic that (yes, another Lockwood & Co reference, I can't help myself) that really reminded me of Lockwood and Lucy's dynamic during the final books at some points

Overall I loved it and am really sad that it will probably take what will feel like forever for another one to come out, probably shouldn't have read it all in 4 hours, but Oh well, I can just keep rereading it over and over again until another one comes out, just like all my other favourite books

If you made it this far then WOW, thank you for reading my nonsense rambling, I appreciate that, I literally just typed out my, probably very incoherent, thoughts out as I thought them

I have not proof read this so if there are mistakes then, whoops?

TLDR; TOSAB is an amazing book by a wonderful author and you should all go read it

Also if someone could explain to me how to do the whole 'read more' thing that would be super helpful because I have no idea how to do it and don't want to keep clogging up tags with these super long posts XD

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witch-hazels-musings · 3 years

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oops that last letter was also from me 💖💖 but i didn’t want to ruin the vibe (aka i mayhaps forgot to add my name tag WHOOPS)

diluc is such a sweetie!! i never write anything but there’s just something so fun about writing love letters <33 this one wasn’t as cute i’m sorry!! my brain is kinda dead from last week HAHA

also miss hazel tell diluc if he’s ever sick of venti fooling around in Angel’s Share that i will gladly take him away ☝️☝️ i feel like venti would be a clingy drunk and while i would hate to deal w him being well, DRUNK, i think if he happened to give me a hug in the midst of all his incoherent ramblings and stumbling around, i would like. straight up die. venti is so cute!! please give me a hug!!

ANYWAYS i’m pretty sure diluc loves you :/ what are you going to do with that?? isn’t that a ring on your finger??

-💖💖

ANOTHER ONE - you wrote me another one and it was so perfect an dlovely and adorable and i just .... he’s so great and you capture him so well in your letters T.T

(i will take anything you give me -- to get letters from these characters is just so wild, even when you sign off on them because you’re work is important and you are such an incredible writer!! <3)

I need to give you something back for all you’ve given me --- keep an eye out my sweet, dear awesome human who I cannot say enough good things about from the joy you have brought me again and again ❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭

if this boy proposes to me you know I’m dressed and ready in my gown lol

^^ MY REAL REACTION SEEING THAT LETTER IN MY ASKS!! I SCREAMED!

#hazelmail #💖💖 anon #i love love love that!

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hoodoo12 · 4 years

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Heated Clone Orgy (3/3)

Part 1 Part 2

Still NSFW, still PWP but with aftercare!

@janitor-boy @thewolfisapartofmysoul @beejiesbitch @dilfyjuice @ironmansuucks @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice

This was hedonism to its utmost, and before she even started coming down from the high of her orgasm, the clone's tongue was tickling her and Beej was back to fucking her again. He'd done something to his cock again, there was girth but not as extreme as it'd been before. Her voice, which had recovered while he'd been giving her a break, began to crack and grow hoarse as she cried out relentlessly.

She wanted to hold Beej's hand, wanted him to know that she appreciated him for this, but the clone teasing her clit was easier to grab. She took his head in both hands and kept his mouth pressed to her pussy, and in short order, she tensed and came hard enough to squirt on his face, crying out loudly as she did.

The clone looked pleasantly surprised as she gushed against mouth. Closing his eyes in rapture he swallowed what entered his mouth eagerly, even as some dripped down his chin and mixed with the come seeping out around Beej's cock on the sheets.

He made no attempt to move away, simply pressing his mouth down around the top of her vulva and rolling his tongue around her clit relentlessly as Beej picked up speed in his shallow thrusting at the clenching around his cock.

"Good girl, Car -- that's it baby, come on my cock darlin’, " Beej purred in her ear, hands moving to knead her tits as he held her body back against his own. Focusing on his shaft, he lengthened and shortened it in time with his thrusts to give the illusion of more movement inside her. This made some of his come squish out of her when he filled her with his length, and the clone dutifully writhed the tip of his tongue out over his bottom lip to collect some of the dribbles and swallowed them down with her fluids.

'You taste so fuckin amazing, babes--you got more in there for me baby?' The clone's voice sounded in her ear, though his voice was near identical to the note with Beej's.

"Oh-oh-FUCK!"

The physical sensations and the words of praise and encouragement in her ear, both from lips and thrown, were so much.

"FUCK--yes yes yes, please, please yes--" she rambled, semi-incoherently.

She had no idea if this crypt was soundproofed to the world outside, or if her near scream of pleasure was echoing throughout the cemetery. Beej and his clone were dogged at her pussy, and white hot pleasure radiated in her at a level she wasn't going to be able to maintain.

She writhed and shrieked. She was fast approaching a point where it was going to be too much, something that had never happened before and here, Beej and his clones had milked it out of her twice already.

Carmen let the waves of pleasure drag her under to the point where she lost herself, and fell limp again.

The other clones whooped and cheered as she got louder, throwing their seven voices all at once in her ear, telling her how good she was and how beautiful he cries and moans were, how sexy she looked coming all over his cock and how good she must taste gushing in his mouth.

Beej didn't stop thrusting until he came hard inside her as she reached her brink and started to fall limp. As gush after gush of his cool cum flowed into her, once again he knotted his cock, plugging her full and holding her limp body in his arms. He kissed over the side of her neck and down to her shoulder adoringly.

"You feel so fuckin' good babes. You come so hard for me, I adore you sweetheart." he whispered in her ear, stroking over her stomach and up her tits with his palms, being tender and gentle with her.

The clone backed off of her clit after noticing her body falling limp, and he lapped up their combined come from the sheets. When he'd gathered as much of the mess as possible, he stroked the length of her legs with his hands and peppered the insides of her thighs with sweet kisses, smiling at her as he did.

"Best taste in the world, babes. You doin' okay, love?" This time it was the clone who gathered another bottle of water and offered it to her. "Need ta rehydrate, babes?"

Her blood was pounding in her ears, and she could just barely hear the boisterous cacophony of Beej's voice, amplified by seven. Euphoria that nudged into pain took her. That overly full feeling of come trapped in her cunt was back along with the delicious burn of Beej knotting himself inside her to keep it there. All that, plus him gently stroking her stomach once again gave her a visceral feeling that he was breeding her, and that ingrained, irrational response made her moan again.

She couldn't stop shaking. Her limbs trembled and even her teeth chattered. A tiny part of her brain was able to watch the clone that'd been between her legs drink down the wet she'd manage to soak the bed with, and that plus his praise should elicit arousal in her, but she was too far gone. His gentle kisses were nice, and if she'd had control over her arms she'd have tugged him upward for a kiss. Water would be nice too, but her hands shook too much to grasp the offered bottle.

As he watched her shaking hands, the clone smiled and snapped his fingers, taking the lid off the bottle and replacing it with a straw. He held it to her lips to make it easier for her as the other clones quieted down, grinning a bit and returning to cuddling with each other near the warmth of the fire.

Gratefully, she drank from the offered straw, the water soothing her raw throat. The kisses he gave her were soft, and she licked at his tongue in a much less like she was getting paid to act a desperate slut in a gangbang porno.

Beej held her close, hands roaming over her torso and arms as the clone allowed her to drink what she was able. When she seemed to be finished, he placed the bottle on the nightstand and leaned over her, nuzzling at her collarbone and neck and covering her with kisses in a trail that lead to her lips.

He kissed her sweetly, humming against her mouth in enjoyment of the taste and warmth of her. He lingered at her lips for a bit, and as he pulled back, Beej asked,

"How're you feeling babes? What sounds best right now, love? You want the boys to come cuddle up? Want some space to stay here with me, wanna get fucked again? You call the shots and I'll do everything I can do deliver, sweetheart," he murmured beneath her ear, gently nipping the shell of it.

Her pussy felt well used too, aching in a sweet way. She slipped a hand between her legs for a second. She swallowed, cleared her throat, and coughed again.

"I feel bad I haven't payed them all attention," she whispered to him, wincing at the raspy sound of her voice. She nodded to the mass of clones on the couch. "But I'm tired and sore right now. A dog pile of them all around me sounds really good at the moment, as long as you're right next to me.

"Is that okay?"

"'Course, babes," he answered, beckoning to the clones with one hand. "You want me to stay inside you like this, love?"

As he asked her his question, the clones filed over, laying to either side near their shoulders, two more beside their hips and two more beside their legs. The last clone filed in and lay beside the one who had so insistently suckled at her clit. The hovered slightly over Carmen and Beej's legs as the clones cuddled in close, placing their arms over her body in what was essentially a living blanket of slightly warmed flesh from being near the fire.

Each of them leaned forward and pressed soft kisses to her arms, her shoulders and her legs.

She'd never been so completely surrounded before. She'd definitely never had so many kisses and murmurings of adoration against all her skin. Anywhere she reached there was another one, and she rubbed skin or pushed her hand through their hair, or used her fingernails in their scruff wherever her fingers landed. They all felt like Beej, sounded like him, smelled like him; it was like floating in a ocean of him and it was soothing. She let her body relax.

She kissed Beej on the mouth, wanting to thank him, but she drifted to a light sleep before the words made their way out.

Beej smiled and held her close as he kissed her back and hummed appreciatively as he felt her go limp with sleep. The clones all continued with their gentle stroking and kisses as she fell asleep, eventually calming down and simply laying around her. He and the clones rested their eyes and lay still around her, listening to her breathe, and the ones that could listened to her heartbeat.

⁂

All the rest was a blur, physically, mentally, and even how time slipped. She was pampered and treated like a goddess one moment, used as a come dumpster the next. At one point the two extremes intertwined: she was on all fours, laying on top of Beej who kissed her and held her and whispered how beautiful she was, how much she brought to his life, how much he loved her, while his clones took turns one right after another, a conveyor belt of cocks, each one fucking her and filling her with their loads, until her pussy was numb and she was dripping with come all the way down her inner thighs and onto the mattress.

It was easy for Beej to slip into her after all that too, fucked so open and so slick, and once again he knotted inside her as he ejaculated, keeping his come right where her body wanted it deep inside, even as she sobbed in pleasure and pain.

When she was spent, when she had no strength to handle any more and her voice was completely gone, each clone petted her and told her she was a good girl. They kissed and licked her and there were so many hands on her she couldn’t count them as she was eased into a bath. Between her legs ached, as did her knees, but the heat from the water soothed them. She fell asleep there, but was awoken by Beej quickly.

In the eternity of time behind her closed eyelids, he’d set his crypt back to more normal: his regular bed was there and no clones were present. He helped her out of the tub and dried her while she stood pliant. He wrapped her in a thick robe and had her eat soft foods, then he assisted her to the fresh bed and tucked her into it nude.

“Not because I think you want more--although all you have to do is ask, babes,” he told her, but because he was worried any fabric between her legs would chafe her well-used pussy, and he didn’t want to cause any more discomfort.

He pressed pain killers into her hand, fretting he’d forgotten about them earlier. Carmen accepted them and swallowed them dry, then asked he join her please. Her raspy voice was little more than a whisper but she repeatedly told him how much she appreciated him and how much she loved him. He slipped into the bed beside her, of course, told her to rest her voice too, and she was asleep again even as he wrapped himself around her and whispered he loved her. fin!

Thank you again to my rp partner @pinkbeej for indulging me! 💗

#writing #fanfiction #Beetlejuice #Beetlejuice x OC #rp #clones

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teaboot · 4 years

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So my boomer 2nd cousin has been semi disowned since 2016 for voting a certain way, it was the last straw for most of us including her own mother. I say semi as some of the family still speaks to her. I was at a wedding where she was invited and she decided to start up a conversation with me, the disabled lesbian cousin, about how my pills are what make me sick and gay. I stg I almost launched over a buffet table to beat her with a ladle. Any tips on not killing her?

I too have similar issues, and deal with them in one of three ways:

First, I remind myself of a time when I too had similarly ignorant beliefs fuelled by flawed reasoning and a lack of personal experience. I remind myself of the experiences that corrected my ignorance, and do my best to gently replicate those circumstances with the individual- I listen to their concerns and carefully steer them into questioning why and how they came to these conclusions.

I do this got two reasons: firstly because they will naturally resist any outside idea that conflicts with their image of themselves or the world around them, and secondly because any answer they come up with for themselves will always be more powerful than an answer said to their face.

If you want to teach a dog to sit, you don't yell at him to sit until he gets it right- you manipulate his circumstances so that he decides to himself.

Option two: I accept that this relative is simply one of many people on this earth who just generally sucks, and resolve myself to putting up with their incoherent, intolerant ramblings as I would the anxious, frantic shouting of a coked-out businessman riding the subway at 9 PM on a Wednesday. Am I uncomfortable? Am I concerned? Am I worried for his wellbeing and the health of his social circle? All yes. Am I fully equipped, able, willing and responsible to personally take him under my wing? Unfortunately less so. It would also be in poor taste to punch him into silence, and so I sit, playing Mahjong on my phone.

Option three: Relentless Mockery. 'Yeah dad, the atmosphere isn't real. Neither are lakes, birds, or 38% of your highschool graduating class. What, you're gonna believe what some scientist tells you? They work for the government, genius, they'll tell you whatever they want you to believe. You think Australia is a thing? It's a cover, genius. You ever been to Australia? No? Didn't think so. Hey, look at me, I'm Craig, I believe in global warming and dolphins. God, read a book.'

Relentless Mockery can be practiced both to the subject's face and in private, by your digression. Bonus point in favor of privacy or the close confidence of a friend: from there on, any otherwise shitty future encounter is *magically transformed* into yet another in a long line of ridiculous stories; an event to look forwards to instead of an ordeal to be suffered.

With Option Three™, you too can experience the euphoric high of a close personal friend asking, 'so, any new Aunt Linda stories?', to which you can respond,

"Oh my god. Okay, so my cousin's funeral was last weekend, right? So I go, and she's there. Not a big deal, except- you know- she *specifically* wasn't invited. So like, I'm in line to go in, and she's right in front of me just *sobbing*. I'm talking snot, tears, the whole nine yards. Going on about she can't believe he's gone, poor Danny, oh, she's going to miss him so much, she was his favourite auntie- and then she starts talking about the time she took him to Disneyland for his birthday. And I haven't heard this one, so I'm just nodding along, but she's saying how she rented a motel and took him to the pool, and how she took him up on the log ride and took pictures with peter pan or some shit- and I'm starting to zone out, right, but then my other cousin cuts in, and he's like, "when was this?" And she was like, "oh, his fifteenth birthday", and HE goes, "you were in Chicago when Dan was fifteen, remember? Your boyfriend invited you out while he was on time off", and she just turns, like, purple. Saying that he must be remembering, that it was definitely then, and she could never forget, but then- get this- AUNT CAROLINE shows up. And she's, like, PISSED. "You never took Daniel anywhere, you haven't been there for his birthday since he was nine years old, what are you talking about?" And I'm just standing there like. Oh My God. Right? And then they're just SCREAMING at each other, right, and that's when the priest walks in, and he just sees them tearing each other apart, and he goes- "ladies, please keep it down, we can hear you in the chapel"- ...and then she turns to HIM. I didn't hear the rest. I just ran. Didn't go back until the wake. They're not talking anymore, though."

Option Three: A Trusted Personal Favorite.

Then again...... Some people really do need an ass whooping. Not that I'd endorse that. Encouraging violence would be irresponsible. Don't hit your shitty relative with a ladle.

Or just avoid her forever. That works, too.

IDK. Still working on this one. Anyone else got anything?

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ravens-rambling · 4 years

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Best Day Ever

A/N: This was supposed to be for Virgil’s bday, couldn’t upload it until now, whoops XD

Prompt- Mistletoe

@sanderssidescelebrations

WC: 768

ships: Romantic Moxiety

warnings: mention of abuse, food mention, depression mentions

Tag List: @punsterterry @stormcrawler75@frostedlover@mycatshuman @mutechild@panicattheeverywhere15@overlord-winter @analogical-mess@saddestlittlebabe

@sevencrashing @lwilddiamonddogl@thatgaydemigodnerd @darkhumourandfandoms@whymustibedraggedintofandomhell @romanslunchbox @wewuzraw @callboxkat @randomsandersides @lefaystrent@aroundofapplesauce @ryuity @cricks-loves-you @impunkrock-baby @just-another-rainbowblog @nerd-in-space @bubbliee0 @llamaly @amazinglissawho@hedgiehoggles @maddiecr4520 @incoherant-ramblings @pasteledgegoat

This is the day Patton was most looking forward to. Course there's Christmas, yes, but he's not that big on that holiday as he likes to admit. His seasonal depression is normally really bad then so he can't enjoy it as much.

However, the reason why he was most looking forward to this day is another reason for the holidays. And that is, just one year ago he had found Virgil during that rainy day in the alleyway. And he is the best thing that's ever happened to him.

It only broke his heart in how Virgil was previously treated. How abused he was... Literally, everything had scared him back then!

He's come so far so fast... Well, at first it was hard and slow but surely he started off on recovery. And once he did he really started it off, and he couldn't be more proud.

So, they've officially named the day that Patton had found him, his birthday. Since he doesn't know when he was born, he doesn't even know how old he is to be exact. But he's not getting away with not having a birthday. As long as Patton is breathing and alive his love is getting a birthday!

So here he is, cooking and wrapping up the rest of the presents. He's just glad too that he isn't stuck in bed again. God, does he hate those days so much...

The clock hit 10 am perfect. Virgil is always a late riser. He never gets up earlier than 10. He just has to set up the final touches then he's ready!

By the time he heard the heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and the sound of feathers flapping he knew his love was up. Smiling Patton became giddy and he hurriedly rushed around, hoping everything was perfect. Though he couldn't tell if it was. Oh dear, he hoped he liked it-

"M-Morning, P... Patton?"

"Yes, my dear?"

He heard him stutter then he pointed above them. "W-Why is there some....uh... green herb thing on the c-ceiling... And why y-your cooking? And w-why there are presents under the tree. Is it C-Christmas?"

"Well... It's not Christmas... I'll give you a hint though. Its a special day... Today a year ago your life changed so much. And its a day I met a special someone." Patton smiled and wrapped his arms around Virgil's neck softly. His fingers rubbing his horns tips.

"U-Uh...? Um..." Virgil seemed confused until it finally clicked in. "M-My birthday!" His tail wagged along with his wing flapping happily. And Patton could practically hear the smile in his voice.

"Yep! I'm so proud of how far you've come since that faithful day, my sweetie. I'm so happy and proud." Patton purred and kissed Virgil softly.

Once they broke apart Virgil was pointing on the ceiling. "U-Um... Not that I'm n-not excited or anything. B-But what's that? You've said that b-birthdays are with presents and c-cooking but... Didn't say about some g-green plant?"

"Well... That's a mistletoe. I had Logan help me before he had to go to work. It's not a birthday thing rather a Christmas tradition. Every time somebody steps underneath it its tradition to kiss somebody below it! And I put it at the kitchen entrance so you have to kiss me every time you enter the kitchen!" Patton giggled and hugged his boyfriend tighter.

"P-Patton, you didn't have to do that! I would've kissed you anyway." Before Patton could even start to blush he was kissed on the lips. And the nearly blind male was practically beaming ear to ear at the soft and gentle kiss. He adored this so much.

"I got you presents too. I know it's close to Christmas, but I really wanted to get you something. I hope you like it."

"I-I already like it, my love. Everything is a-already perfect." Patton could tell he was smiling, and that only made him happier.

Zoe barked from beside them and they both giggled. "What you want, Zoe? You want a piece of bacon?"

The dog barked again. Patton chuckled and shook his head, "She's been on my butt since I've brought out the bacon. I guess I better give her some..."

Virgil chuckled and nods too, "Y-Yeah, you better before she takes it off the plates. Just for another t-thank you." He quickly turned Patton around, causing the small one to squeak, and kissed him softly. Before letting go and getting the coffee that Patton had already made for him as Patton was getting the bacon for Zoe.

Yep, the best day of his life.

#virgil sanders #virgil #patton sanders #patton #logan sanders #logan #moxiety #romantic moxiety #sanders sides #sanders sides au #sanders sides demon au #sanders sides human au #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fic #my fics #demon and angel au

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wellsandwongdetectivesociety · 4 years

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Injury Headcanons

Alexander Arcady

(credit for 50% of all these headcanons to @im-a-book-kinda-dude, you’re wonderful with headcanons)

rambles and panics

incoherent

mind leaps from one thing to another

completely scattered

‘oh, I’m so sorry, I got blood on your lovely shirt, really, I’m terribly story, wait, I’m bleeding. Oh no, I’m bleeding, where’s the nearest doctor? George, have you seen a doctor?’

he gets kind of loopy and will talk to George even if he’s not there

‘whoops i’m about to faint on your beautiful floor, terribly sorry for the inconvenience’

Britishly polite when injured

#murder most unladylike #mmu headcanons #mmu #alexander arcady

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fox-guardian · 5 years

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Brat

((Whoops this is kinda long oof))

"Mr. Hyde". It just seemed a tad too formal for the little man that was currently spinning in Mr. Utterson's office chair, so he and Dr. Lanyon mostly called him simply "Hyde", or when he was being naughty, (which was often) "Edward". Other names they gave him included "boy", "young man", "dear boy" if they were feeling nice, and "Little Eddie" if they were feeling mean (Lanyon used that one more often than Utterson). These names often acted as punishments in and of themselves as Hyde despised them, and after a bit of pouting he would usually behave at least a little bit better.

A few names they would never use intentionally were "child" or "brat" accompanied with adjectives such as "insolent", "ungrateful", "spoiled" and other similar things. They would only end up using these in moments when Hyde's behaviour would become absolutely unbearable, and cause them to lose their composure. Calling him by these names usually resulted in a tantrum, and that was never fun.

Back to the office chair Hyde was currently spinning in, it was the only spinning chair in the house and Mr. Utterson happened to like it quite a bit. It was comfortable, convenient, and looked quite nice in his cozy little office space. He became increasingly annoyed as Hyde spun faster and faster in the chair, making it wobble and creak.

"Edward, please stop spinning in that chair, you're going to break it," said Mr. Utterson, sternly.

"No I won't," replied Hyde, grinning, his voice dripping with smug mischief as he continued spinning, throwing his cloak about to make it flow around him.

"Edward," repeated Mr. Utterson with an authoritative pause, "I told you to stop."

"And I don't want to," he said, giggling as he pushed off the desk again to gain momentum. The chair swayed.

Dr. Lanyon was standing by and decided he didn't appreciate Hyde's disobedience either, "Edward, he told you to stop spinning, now stop."

"Hmmmm, no~", he started laughing as he spun faster, proud of his defiance. No one could put an end to his fun.

Mr. Utterson furrowed his brow and crossed his arms, "Young man, we told you to stop, now stop."

He stopped spinning, making solid eye contact with Utterson for a moment. "Make me," he challenged, and went back to spinning, throwing his head back and laughing as he did so.

Mr. Utterson took a deep breath to compose himself. Today was already a bad day for him, as he didn't get much sleep the night before due to one of his beloved cats having made a mess on the floor in his parlour room around midnight. He tried to keep calm and collected as he approached Hyde and reached out, catching his cloak and stopping his wretched spinning.

"Hey!" Hyde practically shouted, turning around to face Utterson standing behind him. He had to steady himself a bit as he was now a tad dizzy.

"You told me to make you stop and I did, now get out of the chair and come downstairs." He was very certain in his words, the terms non-negotiable. Well, a reasonable person would think so, at least.

"No! I want to keep spinning! It's fun," Hyde turned his seat back and forth a bit, as if demonstrating how much fun he'd been having.

Dr. Lanyon butted in impatiently, "Yes, yes, I'm sure it was loads of fun, boy. It's just that we've no time nor patience for you to be breaking Mr. Utterson's things."

Hyde protested, looking almost offended, "I'm not going to break it! I'm being careful!"

"And we don't care. Now come downstairs, Mr. Utterson seems to have a task for you to do." The two gentlemen formed a metaphorical brick wall of command that couldn't be broken. They were going to be stubborn in their wishes whether Hyde liked it or not. He was going to leave that chair and go downstairs whether he liked it or not.

Well, he didn't like it. And he would not take this sitting down. Except for the fact that he was, in fact, still sitting in that chair and planned to remain that way.

He crossed his arms in defiance, "No."

"Edward..." Mr. Utterson said.

"No, I will not 'get up and go downstairs,'" he made dramatic quotation gestures as he said this.

"This is not a debate nor a favor you can decline, young man," Mr. Utterson replied, "You will get out of that chair like a good boy or we can go back and forth just like this all day long."

"Then I guess I'll just have to get comfy," Hyde mocked, settling in the chair. He then spun it around once until it came to a stop in front of Utterson again.

He looked incredibly peeved, "If you do that one more time I just might-"

He dared, spinning it again while maintaining smug eye contact for as long as possible.

Mr. Utterson had been having a bad day. Mr. Utterson already did not like Hyde, not many people did. Mr. Utterson was already upset with Hyde's existence for several reasons. Mr. Utterson was already irritable from lack of sleep. He was tired, annoyed, missed his friend Jekyll terribly, and this smug little man just had to go and make it even worse.

"You iNSOLENT, SPOILED BRAT!"

It was strained, loud, and full of seething hatred. Not a tone people were used to hearing come from the mouth of the dull yet very lovable Mr. Utterson. He turned away, immediately knowing his mistake, running his hands over his face in frustration as he mumbled about the day he's had. As he attempted to regain his composure, a growl was heard, and it raised into a soul-grating roar.

"I am NOT A BRAT!!"

This was immediately followed by the sound of a cane spinning through the air and the wood of the office's door being split by said cane's handle getting stuck in it like a hatchet, less than a meter from Dr. Lanyon's shoulder.

Hyde then leapt to his feet and flipped Utterson's desk, sending everything that was on it onto the floor.

"I HAVE TOLD YOU HOW I HATE BEING CALLED THAT YOU KNOW I HATE IT AND YET YOU STILL USE IT LIKE YOU JUST WANT ME TO HAVE A FIT!!" He shouted at Mr. Utterson, who was only just now turning around to face him.

He brought himself together enough to speak to Hyde in a mostly calm tone, "Edward, I didn't mean to say that. I've had a very lo-"

"I AM NOT A SPOILED BRAT!!" He grabbed a heavy bookend from a nearby bookshelf and flung it into the wall, denting it.

Utterson took a deep breath, "Edward, please, I'm trying to apologi-"

CRASH

Another bookend flew through the window, accompanied by Hyde's strained, raspy screaming, which has now become largely incoherent ramblings and angry noises.

Lanyon walked up to the tiny man, "Alright, calm down you little.... something." He wrapped his arms around Hyde, trapping his arms to his sides, and lifted him up with all his might (He was ridiculously heavy for someone so small).

Hyde kicked and screamed, "LET ME GO! I'M NOT A BRAT! I'M NOT A BRAT! I'M NOT I'M NOT I'M NOOOOOOOT!!"

He eventually grew tired and calmed down, no longer kicking nor screaming. Lanyon gently set him down, his arms and back tired from holding him up so long, and let him slump to the floor in a sad heap.

Utterson kneeled down in front of him, now having collected himself properly, "I'm sorry Edward. I didn't mean to say that. I've had a very long day and you had driven me to my wits end..." he sighed, "but I shouldn't have called you that. It crossed a line, and for that, I'm sorry."

Hyde looked up from under his ragged mess of curls, "...Fine."

It was not really "fine." Utterson knew this, Lanyon knew this, everyone in the room knew exactly what Hyde needed to accept his apology.

Utterson sighed and opened his arms, "...Come here, boy."

Hyde's eyes lit up, and he even smiled a bit. He practically jumped into Utterson's arms, pressing his face into his shoulder and wrapping his arms around his neck. Utterson closed his arms around Hyde's body with little enthusiasm, but it was enough. Hyde let out a long sigh before finally letting go and standing up.

"Apology accepted," he said, seemingly already in a much better mood, "Meetcha downstairs!" He then rushed out of the room, and from the sound of it, slid halfway down the stair railing before tumbling down the rest of it.

Utterson and Lanyon looked at each other with mutual annoyance, and started putting the desk back into place.

((I've been in a writing mood lately, just exploring stuff we may not see in the canon comic, at least not for a while. I hope this wasn't too all over the place.))

#fg's writing #writing #jekyll and hyde #the strangest case #edward hyde #fg's hyde #gabriel utterson #fg's utterson #hastie lanyon #fg's lanyon

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 5 years

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Chapter 10

Title: Falling for the Holidays

Pairing: Dean x Reader AU

Word Count: 2685

Summary: With October ending and the holidays underway, that only meant one thing for Dean Winchester. It meant returning to his childhood home and spending time with his family. It meant listening to his parents, especially his mom, ramble on and on about when he was going to find himself a nice girl, bring her home for the holidays, and then eventually get married and have children. However, Dean wasn’t ready for that sort of commitment, so in order to get his family off his back, he comes up with an elaborate scheme! But like the saying goes, “sometimes lies become truths.”

Warnings: Slight Angst, Some Explicit Language, Arguing, Misunderstandings.

A/N: HOLY SHMANOLY!! I took forever and a half on this chapter. I’ve just been on a major writer’s block, where I can think of the story and where I want to go, but when I make sentences, they’re just crap! UGH! I hope this chapter is decent, and I am so sorry for the wait. Thank you all for being so patient with me!! xx

Series Masterlist

The smell of coffee aroused you to consciousness. A smile spread across your lips as you thought about Mary starting up a fresh brew. Still a little incoherent to the world and reality, you stumbled out of bed in nothing but an oversized flannel, courtesy of one Dean Winchester, and underwear. As you exited your small space, you were interrupted from your morning daze.

“Nice outfit,” a strange yet familiar voice pierced through your eardrums. It only took a second for everything to come rushing back, and your body went stiff.

“Ketch!” You squeaked, running back into your room, peaking through the door. “I’m so sorry. My mind was elsewhere. For some reason, I thought I was back in Lawrence,” you bashfully confessed.

“Oh. No need to apologize. I very much enjoyed the view,” he grinned.

“Alright, mister. You think you’re so smooth,” you giggled, earning an even wider grin from the man in your kitchen.

“Actually, no. But I will humbly accept the compliment,” he winked. You rolled your eyes shutting the door, hearing him laugh as you did.

Changing into something more appropriate, you wondered into the bathroom to do your business. As you fixed your hair, your eyes landed on the spare toothbrush you specifically left out for Dean. Your stomach dropped and you felt your eyes swelling at the thought of him, but you forced it down. You and Dean were just friends. That was all you’ll ever be.

“Just friends, Y/N. Just friends,” you told your reflection, sighing in defeat.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you heard Ketch on the phone. “I know. I’ve got everything under control. It’s going just as predicted so would you calm down?!” His tone was soft, as if he was whispering. “I told you a deal is a deal. If this is my way out, then I’ll do it. You can have your little family, and I can finally be a free man.”

Free man? You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but it was hard not to. What did he mean by free man? And what deal? Who was he talking to? What little family?

“Ketch?” You called his name. It was barely noticeable, but there was no denying that he flinched at the sound of your voice.

“Oh, Y/N. One second,” he smiled before resuming his conversation. “I will check in later. I need to go.” He hung up the phone, smiling as he took a deep breath. “Sorry about that. That was a client of mine.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

“No, it’s fine. I was talking in your home anyways. No need to apologize.”

“What did you mean about being a free man?” The words easily slipped out, your curiosity taking over. “Oh, sorry. You don’t have to tell me. It’s none of my business.”

“No, it’s fine. Uh, you see… my client has been trying to get their hands on… a certain artifact that would… uh, I guess you can say, complete a collection of sorts. Once I get it, I’ll be a free man. She is just so anxious to have it before Christmas for her family. It’s a little frustrating. She doesn’t understand that I’ve got it all under control. I am the best at my job, so… I’m sorry. Look at me venting about my work. It must all seem rather boring.”

“Actually, no. Some times you just need to talk to someone, right?” You gave him a pointed look, reminding him about what he had done for you on the plane.

Ketch scoffed, the smile on his lips returning. “You’re right. Thank you for listening to me.”

“I usually am,” you joked, “and you’re welcome.”

“I wouldn’t doubt that. You seem like a smart and capable young woman. Any man would be honored to have you by their side. This best friend of yours made a terrible mistake by letting you go. I just hope the next man that gets to hold your heart, treats you the way you deserve.”

“Oh yeah? And how do I deserve to be treated?” You asked, shifting all your weight to one hip and crossing your arms.

“Like a queen,” he stated, as if it was the most natural answer to give.

You felt your cheeks heat up, turning your face away from him and distracting yourself by making a cup of coffee. “With charm like that, I bet you get all the girls, huh?”

“I like to think so. But I’m sure a woman as attractive as yourself have all the men flaunting all over you.”

“If you mean creeps, then yes,” you rolled your eyes, sniggering with disappointment.

“Oh. I’m so sorry to hear that. I hope this creep,” he pointed to himself, “isn’t making you uncomfortable.”

“No! No, no, no! You are definitely not a creep,” you laughed, lightly hitting him on the arm.

Ketch chuckled. “That’s good to know. Unfortunately, I need to get going. If I could spend the whole day with you, I would, but my parent’s are wondering where I am. You’d think, now that I’m an adult, they’d worry less.”

“Tell you parent’s I said hi,” you smiled, earning one back from Ketch.

“Of course.”

Before Ketch left, the two of you exchanged numbers, making a promise that you would meet again. Once he was gone, you let out a drawn out sigh, shuffling towards the couch and flopping yourself down. You were feeling conflicted. All your mind could think about was mourning your chances with Dean, but with Ketch in the picture, it all seemed to conveniently perfect. You lost the love of your life, only to have another man show up that could possibly pick up all the pieces.

Suddenly, there was a loud and frantic knock on your door. It made your whole body jump, causing you to fall off the couch with an ungraceful thud.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Jo called from the other side of the door. “What was that noise?”

You rolled your eyes before picking yourself off the floor. With an immature huff, you headed towards the door, opening it to find a very worried Jo.

“Good Morning,” you smiled, the sarcasm easily portrayed in your tone of voice.

“Oh don’t give me that. I got a call from Sam this morning, saying I should go check up on you. What happened? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” If there was one thing Jo got from her mother, it was that sometimes she turned into her.

“Jeez, Mrs. Harv, everything is fine,” you mocked, “I don’t know what Sam told you, but I’m all good.”

“First of all, I am not my mother. So don’t call me that. And if everything is all honky-dory like you claim it is, then why are you and Dean home early?” Jo’s question surprised you a little. Dean was home? You thought you saw his truck last night, but Was that really him you saw?

“Dean?” you asked back.

“Yeah. Sam said he left a few hours after you.”

Jo’s confession made your stomach flip. The thought that Dean raced back to Dallas for you made you believe that, just maybe, he was going to choose you. That he was going to leave his first love and take a chance on a new one… a riskier one. One that had so much potential to be amazing and catastrophic.

“Look, Jo. Everything is all good, I promise. I appreciate you dropping by, but I just want to relax at home and get some homework and studying done before classes start up again tomorrow.”

Jo gave you a pointed look, one that let you know that she was judging you. “Okay… nerd.” She whispered the last part.

“Hey, Joanna Beth Harvelle, I heard that!” You scolded despite the smile on your face.

“Whoops! See ya later,” she smiled before leaving.

The rest of the day had you occupied with texting Ketch and your mind overthinking about Dean. You felt a little bad for dumping all your problems on your new friend, but you didn’t have anyone else that you could talk to about it. You didn’t know how to start to explain yourself to Sam or Jess, and you didn’t think you could ever face Mary or John ever again, without telling any of them the truth about yours and Dean’s relationship. Ketch, on the other hand, already new everything that happened aside from the real names of Dean and Lisa. At the time, you felt that he didn’t need to know anyone’s real names, but you were starting to rethink it. If Ketch somehow becomes a constant in your life, he’d eventually figure it all out. Might as well save him the confusion and lay it all out on the table.

The next day, classes resumed. You got ready for school and waited for Dean to pick you up, as usual. When the time started to get a little late, you called and texted him, but never got a reply. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d forgotten his phone, but he’s never been this late. By the time it was five minutes before your first class started, you relented to wait any longer and dashed out of your apartment… sprinting.

It was extremely cold out. Despite your strenuous travels there was no sweat dripping down your body. You were actually freezing, unable to feel your nose from it being unprotected to the winter air.

When you finally made to the campus, you were already seven minutes late. You weren’t angry, but you were frustrated that Dean failed to give you any sort of warning that he wasn’t going to show up. You were also angry at yourself for waiting for him as long as you did, but there was nothing you could do now.

Ten minutes. You were ten minutes late for class. Ten minutes didn’t seem like a lot, but when your first class was intense, you’ve practically missed three chapters.

Stepping through the door as late as you were, brought all the attention to you. “Miss Y/L/N, you’re late,” your professor scolded.

“Sorry Dr. Visyak. It won’t happen again.”

“I hope not. Ask one of your classmates if they’re willing to lend you their notes.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you nodded, quickly taking your seat.

“Hey, what happened?” Your classmate, Clara, asked.

“Dean didn’t show up, so I ran here,” you briefly explained.

“That explains your red cheeks,” she noted. “Also, that doesn’t seem like a Dean thing to do.”

“Yeah, well, maybe he forgot.”

“Dean? Forget about you? I mean, the man always walks you to class.” Clara was right. This was very uncharacteristic of Dean, but you had no explanation.

“I don’t know. Maybe something happened? Now I’m getting a little worried.” Panic stirred within you. It didn’t even cross your mind that there was a possibility something happened.

“Why don’t you text one of your other friends,” Clara suggested.

“Great idea. Thanks.”

Pulling out your phone, you immediately texted Jo.

To: Jo Harvelle Hey Jo, did you see Dean this morning?

It took a while before she replied, which you understood. She was in class as well.

From: Jo Harvelle Yeah I did. Something happen between you to? Cass and I were wondering since you didn’t come with him. When we asked about it, he just changed the subject.

You stomach sank with worry. Was he mad at you? Did you do something wrong? Was it because you left so suddenly from his parent’s house?

To: Jo Harvelle Nothing happened, just caught a ride with a classmate of mine. Everything is all good.

Lies. It was all lies. Something did happen between you and Dean, you had to run to school, and nothing was good, because now you were sure Dean had to be mad at you.

From: Jo Harvelle OK. If you say so.

That was the end of your texting. Class went by in a blur and you had no idea what the day’s lesson was about, but thankfully, Clara was an intensive note taker. When lunch came around, you saw your group of friends, Dean included. He had his head down, not really interacting with the others, which was weird. Dean always had something to say, always had an opinion, or always had a bad joke up his sleeve for any given moment. Something was wrong.

“Hey guys,” you greeted with a smile, taking a seat next to Jo, not bothering to ask Dean about earlier that morning.

You were greeted by everyone present, beside Dean. Even Meg acknowledged you and you only met her a handful of times.

“Hey De—” You didn’t even get the chance to finish his name before he stood up to leave. In your group of friends, you never got embarrassed, but this time you did. Dean was supposed to be your partner in crime and here he was, pretending that you didn’t exist. It felt awkward, and you already knew that Jo, Cass, maybe Meg, were starting to make up their own assumptions. “Dean, hey!” You called out, but he ignored you again. “Dean!” When he didn’t respond, you went after him.

“Dude, where are you going?” You asked, walking beside him. “What’s wrong?” When he didn’t answer, you asked again.

“Nothing,” he replied nonchalantly.

“Now that’s a bunch of bull. C’mon. Talk to me.”

Suddenly he stopped, still close enough that the other’s had a clear view. “I said nothing!” He barked in your face, your eyes going wide.

“Dude, what the hell is your problem?!” You retorted back. Never had anyone talked to you like that, and you weren’t going to start now, even if it was Dean. “Jo told me you came back for me and this is how you’re going to act? Like a fucking child?!”

“You know what? Yeah I did come back for you but clearly it was a mistake!” Dean shouted, gaining more than just your group of friend’s attention. “I thought you were better, but boy was I wrong. You’re just like all the other girls I fell for. Just a bunch of insecure girls who keep playing games.”

“Games? When the hell did I ever play games on you?” The audience growing around you didn’t bother you or Dean, in fact, it didn’t even register. You were too pissed with Dean to care, and Dean really didn’t care at all.

“I hope Ketch doesn’t get caught in your games?” Dean gritted, venom laced in every word. You were shocked.

“K-Ketch? How do you even know who that is?” You stuttered, surprised that he knew Ketch.

Dean scoffed, taking your speech impediment as a sign of you being caught. “I came over last night. It was late. Now I know why you couldn’t wait to leave Lawrence. Just so you could screw some guy like a slut! You chose some British douche bag over me and my family!”

Rage overtook you, and before you knew it, your hand swung across his face, leaving a vibrating sting coursing through your hand and up your arm. You were so overwhelmed with anger that you didn’t realize you were crying.

“Dean Winchester…” you started, your voice gravelly low, eyes looking down at your shoes. When you looked up, Dean’s wrath quickly turned into guilt. He hated seeing you cry, and now he was the reason for the tears. That was one thing he never wanted. He never meant to hurt you, but he was hurt too which didn’t allow him to think straight.

“Y/N…” Dean’s voice was barely a whisper.

“No,” you hissed, flinching your hand out of reach when he tried to grab it. “I never want to see, or speak to you, ever again!”

Dean took a step back, almost as if he had gotten shot, which would have been better than knowing he had hurt you really bad. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

Before Dean could finish, you were already running off. Dean wanted to run after you, but he couldn’t. He felt too dead inside to do anything.

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Persuasion 1995

The incoherent rambling commentary of a 3am viewing.

we start in a boat -- wait have i done this one before -- who cares CIARAN HINDS BBYYYY. I have sheep too just in my front yard ya know. that's just how it be. here's some boats - i can see where they pasted the fake boats in teh background i love it .calm nice piano music. dude is cutting the lawn people out here with top hats and wigs. oh dear everyone pissy SHOW ME THE MONEYYYY. lots of wigs and coats and here's a lady in a turban she's definitely the worldy kind. sailors n shit sitting drinking wine and smoking. oh god who's this. i can't hear the dialogue over my laptop fan. this ol mate's a fop i hate his voice. oh dear he's supposed to be a moron huh. oh whoops the fop is a baronet and he is poorr lol sucked in he got debtss extreme debts you musssttt retreennnnnchh. the neighbours be tryna help out and hereeee is Anne eyy. wow eatin grapes and sorbet and they're goin to Bath. he hates sailors and now he has to be ol mate's tenant. ohh Anne knows about the admiral and this fop keeps talking nonsense. a lady with no children has the best furniture. WENTWORTH she gasps. and she is dramatic and sad, puts her tea down takes a breath by the window and comes back takes up her tea and sits down damn. aww Ann---OH 'since no one will want you in bath its best you stay here!' what a fkn bitch what is happening. ITS AUNT PETUNIAA. naww anne is so cute and petite and so miserable. her sister looks cruel and stupid and her dad is just as bad honestly. damn they got Greek statues in their giant house. her sister. is. a . bitch. fuck me. give her like two lists and tells her to go visit everyone in the parish. damn all the peeps glared at him as he left like give us the money you foppish twat. Poor Anne, that is a fkn big ass house. everyone's watching em leave. ohhh cows. oop packing up the house, sheets over the furniture, she's lucky they got like a thousand servants. she's found something in teh box - it's a letter in the shape of a boat ooh i wonder who its from. she's been miserable for years; she hates Bath; her mum's dead and everything went to shit after that - her dad's a moron, her sister's a bitch, she's out here gonna fixedly avoid risking meeting him. Lady Russell - she's the one tsk tsk. oooh Annneeeee she is persuaded despite disapproval and anxiety of his prospects - she was 19 and she wanted to fuck and Lady Russell told her to fuck him off because he was a peasant damn fuck Lady Russell; she just brushes Jane off like shut up little girl I'm right you're wrong move on dumbass. And Anne's like, did you not hear me - i literally just tried to tell you I hate my fucking life and I miss him and I love him and I kinda resent you for telling me to say no. More sheep and a puppy, and close up view of sheep. dad and sister got to ride in a fancy carriage and Anne has to ride in a wagon that's a bit rough. I like her bonnet. oh my god her sister i love her. 'i am soooooooo ill' - she's searching for attention; lonely and miserable and sad and a little bitter. Mary you poor girl leave Anne alone none of that emotional manipulation. 'oh i was very well yesterday, it's just today' yeah alright. sounds like Charles isn't as rich as the Elliots and Mary's not happy about it. ohh i know this lady and of course Anne can play piano very well and everyone knows it -- Mary tryna cut in like yes i'm as accomplished as Anne and they're awkward like ehhhh but we like watching you dance and Anne doesn't dance so there you go and she sits there with an awkward cringe 'no'. Mary goes off and sulks and Charles rolls his eyes. The Musgroves are rich and friends ohmygod Mary don't be embarrassing in your bitterness yikes and we cut and Mary was there but now Mrs Musgrove and Anne are sitting in teh same spot - I like Mrs M's dress, even the lace around her shoulders that matches the hat I don't know it just seems refined or something. There's lots of very swift conversations - good pace just like my fingers and brain can't keep up yo. Yikes Mrs M thinks Mary is a shit mum; Mary says Mrs M riles em up with lollies; Charles says Mary interferes and fancies herself ill; Mrs M tells the kids are so naughty the only way to keep em chill is to feed them cake; dunno who this girl is (Henrietta?) anyway the brown haired petite one, they're sitting in the window, Anne's finished her tea by now damn how is she so casually moving from person to person how long have they been chillin with the Musgroves? anyway she's tea-less and talking with brown-haired-possibly-Henrietta: wants Mary to stop being rude over Mrs M even though she has precedent to no one likes her for it; blondish sister now and Anne's got more tea and this one says Mrs M's not one for etiquette she just wants cake lmaooooo; Mary is superior and wants her to persuade Charles that she is very very ill. Anne and Charles sigh on the couch together. Now only Charles has got a tea. okay never mind Mary's a bit more like her sister than I thought. oh my god kids ew. it's petunia looking high as a kite ahaha i wish i was her naw petunia was like idc bout your sister I wanted to meet you btw ol mate is married and Anne's like kill me now I guess. she's horrified, shocked, wants to find an ant hill to bury herself in. god mary's a bitch i take back everything i said about her but all is well Anne has a new friend. she's got a very good memory, Anne does, naw and she's good with her nephews. what's this girls name plz tell me oh it is Henrietta. oh damn they're invited to the house tonight to 'meet Mr Frederick WEntowORTH by ALL aCOunts a most CHarMinG anD agreEable GeNtlemAn' Anne could not look more uspet. fixing her hair in the mirror - there's boys screaming ohh no a child what's happened oh god Mary's screaming for Anne the boy has broken his collarbone - she's knowledgeable chatting with the doctor - Charles marches in like wtf my dumbass kid out here falling out of trees - it's his first born the kid looks so fkn miserable that's hilarious now he's off to dinner cause -- oh damn i forgot they wear gloves. this kid's just lying there. ahah Mary doesn't give a fuck about her kids she just wants to be in on everything -- damn--"you are the properest person to sit with the boy. but you haven't a mothers feelings, have you?' like BITCH she's just offered to sit here so you can go to dinner and you're out here being a fucking cunt for no reason? gtfo. and the scene just changes with that damn savage leave Anne be she deserves better than this. oh damn i know that cheekbone. Anne's been out here watching this kid all night like literally and Mary shrugs off that Wentworth barely asked after her because they're barely acquaintances and says he and Charles are out shooting and Anne's tense like uhh they're not coming here tho right and just as Mary's like nah BAM SURPRISE BITCH o no O NO and THERE HE IS DRAMATIC ZOOM HE DOESNT EVEN LOOK AT HER SHE LOOKS TERRIFIED, HE BARELY GLANCES AT HER, doesn't talk to her, she grips the chair tight fuck he's hot. another swift glance and he's gone. dramatic zooms all around. Mary returned, didn't even look at her injured child who has a big ass cut on his face who's just sitting in the corner looking plain and miserable and wentworth - "you were so altered he would not have known you again' - scene cuts to her sitting in front of a mirror looking fucking sadddddd. they're all at dinner together fuck me he is so hot my god. the girls are all over him and he's enchanting everyone with his stories and of course the reason why he first went out comes up and he's like 'i was extremely keen... to be at sea. i was extremely keen. i badly wanted to be doing something.' the PAIn in his eyes, the tight swallow as he turned to listen to the Admiral, who sits Right next to Anne who's sorta just sitting with wide eyes staring at the salad bowl. then the admiral leans over 'when a man has no wife he wants to be afloat again' and she's like yeah wow ah ha ha ah 'yes well i had no wife - pity the essex (?? dunno what that means but I GET THE POINT)" and then he looks at her properly for the first time and i want to die and she wants to die and he wants to die and we are all quite miserable where we are BUT WE ARE ONLY A HALF HOUR IN and we move on talkin bout his ship crap just wait im eating chocolate but i have many thoughts. sorry honestly theres no time to take a breath in this movie i love it but damn it doesn't give one enough time to write and snack. RIGHT - ol mate's declared he'll never have a woman on his ship because its not pink and frilly enough and petunia's stepped in like fkn excuse me m8 wanna say that again? and also is Anne and petunia related because they are looking very similar to me right now??? they're not related. alright pulling us back yet again, I'm so sorry this is a mess I'm eating chocolate at 1 am and watching Persuasion, I think you can guess how my day has been. they keep talking about him getting married and he laughs and jokes it off and then excuses himself like yeah real smooth yeeting yourself outta here dude at that certain topic hanging around. naww the only time petunia felt scared or bad was when she was away from her husband this is adorable. ol mate's tryna play the piano to the amusement of the girls, sees Anne sneaking up to listen and immediately hurries outta there, face pale never moved so fast in his life i bet and they all follow him and she just sits down and starts playing while everyone dances. for people who were so refined they danced like crazy people --- 'no never she has quite given up dancing' Wentworth's face falls and he looks at her and she looks away from him come on guys you are hurting me. some guy has just rocked up who the heck is Henry - a cousin? who is not --- 20,000 pounds fuck me. Charles and Mary; wait we're talking about Henry. oh my god, they're planning who's gonna marry who - Henrietta and lousia and henry and wentworth 'what say you Anne, which one is the Captain in love with? she laughs slightly - I've never seen someone so depressed before in my life, at least not in a romance . this is actually a really sad story ya know, Wentworth got rejected and fled to sea; and Anne rejected him and became depressed about it for years. damn. anyway these girls can't go anywhere without Mary butting in, now they're going for a long walk or something and Mary's forcibly inserted herself and they look at each other and the poor kid is sitting with his arm in a bandage that goes round his neck? with that scratch on his face and adorable little round glasses sitting at the table with some cake and a puzzle he's doing with Anne like please don't abandon the suffering child has he even had any panadol?? Who the hell is looking after this kid if they're all going on this long walk - now Charles and Wentworth too. Charles helps two of em over, Wentworth helps Louisa over the fence, and Anne has to help herself over, which she does without hesitation good girl you do you fam. yikes Charles and that are going to Winthrop or something where Charles' aunt lives and Mary's offended to have such connections and refuses to go and assures Wentworth she's only been there twice and he half-smiles politely. louisa came running up to take Wentworth wherever and he like turned around to look at Mary and Anne and Anne fkn spun around to avoid him just generally so smooth these two so smooth. Anne's looking around at like anything and everything except him. every time he's nearby she tenses up and skitters around like she's tryna hide in plain sight but also stand tall and brave and staring straight at him like she wants him to look at her so badly. 'we all wish that charles had married anne instead' 'did charles want to marry anne' 'did you not know' 'you mean she refused him' 'yes' ... 'my parents think it was Lady Russell's doing, that my brother not being philosophical enough for her taste she persuaded Anne to refuse him.' ohhhhhh. damn. Wentworth is very quiet. Mouth tight. Brow low. Anne's freaking out down the hill. Mary's just stolen her spot. Christ. It's chaos. Anne's stumbling along she's tired she's sad she's got the depression her sister's a nightmare, WEntworth doesn't care about her, she cares about him, everything is awful and she trips over some sticks and he turned to look at her, concerned out of his thoughts. Hey petunias back with her carriage and they're offering a seat and Wentworth like rushes over and whispers for them to take Anne and she catches it like wtf confusion she goes to protest and suddenly He's AT her SIDE and he doesn't even say anything and he leans his head down to hers for a moment with a gentle look on his face, putting a hand to her back and her brain just shuts down as he leads her to the carriage and hold her hip tight as he helps her up and she looks around in shock and he's staring straight forward like everything is chill and doesn't look at her again. oh wait petunia is wentworth's sister damn awesome but she doesn't think very well of him. oh they're going to Lime and they ask if Anne can come and I think Wentworth choked on his tea a little bit. and here's some establishing shots : the ocean. Some rocks with seaweed on them. The shittest 'beach' ive ever seen there's like boulders everywhere where's the sand? is that a teepee of seaweed? what Wentworth looks pretty happy about it though like he wants to jump in. I like Charles he's a funny dude. Wow that is one helluva hat Wentworth. All these fancy people going into a sailor's home like etiquette is what but everyone is chill with it except Mary of course. is Anne supposed to have her bonnet off? o no now she's chosen to be the nice depressed girl who tries to talk to the weird depressed guy who is too into poetry about death. cute they're all shoulder to shoulder around the guy's table. she starts getting the hint that this guys a bit off 'you cannot know the depths of my despair.' damn son get a therapist. ohh shittt 'you have no conception of what i have lost' 'yes I have' she says, and Wentworth is sitting there smoking what could be a blunt who can honestly say and he heard the whole thing. Wentworth and Louisa are doing a whole lot of hanging out. Like every time they actually speak to each other feels like a momentous occasion - they literally just said 'good morning' to each other and it feels like such a big step and her heads down and he's watching her BIG STEPS --oh shit some blonde haired guy that im sure will come up later tipped his hat to the girls and then Anne and Wentworth was coming up behind her and she looked over her shoulder to look at the BLondie but wentworth thought it was at him and he SMILED to himself nawwww. that looks like the house from Pride and Prejudice ahaha. whoop Blondie's back and she looked back at him again and now they're at breakfast ohmyGadh his eyes sparkle when he looks at her the few times he looks at her my god they're talking about Blondie who is apparently their cousin or something and he and mary and anne's father aren't on good terms and she tells Mary so and he looks over his bowl with those fkn sparklllinggg eyes and a playful smile and it doesn't even matter what he says just that look and he drinks his soup and licks his lips and looks up at her and she's just staring but like calmly not even freaking out and she lowers her eyes to her toast and just chills like all is well. whoop i think weird depressed guy is gonna propose but before he can whats up we're helping girls down some scary stairs yikes i'd sit my ass down going down those things. Louisa is being crazy oh fuckkkk ahahaha hahaSPLAT holy shit oh fuck weird depressed guy is standing in the background with his hands over his mouth Anne is in there with Charles and Wentworth damn she'd 100% be a doctor nowadays, Louisa the dumbass has smashed herself on the cobblestones and WEntworht is just freaking out and he is looking straight to Anne who is giving straight smart orders and he is following them without hesitation - the other women are crying they're all sitting around her while the doctor does like... something and Anne's the only one like hey we have shit to do like people gotta hear about this we don't have phones and her speaking makes Wentworth speak and Charles is in shock cause its his baby sister whose hurt. Once again she's looking after the injured person and she walks out and Wentworth is talking to Charles 'I think it should be Anne - no one so capable as Anne--' he cuts off when he sees her coming in 'I-we-you'll stay, won't you?' he stammers as she enters holy fuck my heart can't handle...they're just staring into each others eyes; in any other context man. he clarifies himself but fuck if they didn't think it. ah fuck Mary is so annoying crying that she should be the one to stay with Louisa like bitch you didn't even give a shit about your injured son let alone your sister-in-law wtf she needs a slap why are they listening to her. 'If only I -- if only--' he cries in the carriage 'yes.' Anne said, looking at him sadly. 'Anne... I regret that...' he looks at her once and again and again and she lowers her eyes and holds the sleeping Henrietta close. like honestly i feel like there's no problem writing their dialogue cause there is just so little of it and when it does happen all of it means everything. but anyway she doesn't answer him and I am sad and he is sad. 'damned foolish' he sa---wait holy shit SCREAAAAAAAMINGgGg fucking hell grab your torches and pitchforks Mrs Mudahwhatver is screaming and Wentworth is riding off in the rain and once again Anne is all alone and she stays up just walking around all night and playing the piano and yay Louisa is conscious and Anne continues to be depressed poor girl and you can tell because its raining. and its still raining and they're not back-- wait now she's in Bath and her fop father and bitch sister are lounging irritatingly and he says he's happy for her to have come because it will be an advantage to have four at dinner. things are white and gold - clean and unhomely and too perfect and the fop is calling everyone ugly - they're eating sorbet again ahaha yum. god they all look bored and miserable and here's blondie come to greet them and he glances at Anne, processes and then snaps back to stare at her in astonishment he's got nice hair and he continues to stare damn and she's so confident she just smiles and stares back I'm so jealous she can do that. oh mygod they're having an intimate conversation in front of her shitty family dude i know he'll probs turn out like a wickham character but one can have hope. damn that jaw-line tho. hmmm lady russell is back. i hate her hair. metal cups are odd - they make sense but so strange. Russell's got plans man Anne's telling her about how her bitch sister is after Blondie and Russell laughs and pats her cheek. Oh yay it's petunia! aw she hears the admiral is in poor health and she's immediately like what's wrong here come get some water. damn bitch sister 'she is nothing to me' damn whats about the screaming and the random rage bursts damn. oh and here's a viscountess why are they always fucked. Blondie and Anne are in the corner flirting crazily I know he's bad but like you can't fake this chemistry no one's that good. and suddenly she's surprised?0oh my god that suit. Mrs Smith oh my god she's adorable she and Nurse Rook are gossipers hell yeah 'there are no secrets in Bath' naw this better not be a Helen situation come on guys - oh fuck Louisa is gonna marry weird depressed guy?? and Anne is freaking thrilled. damn it rains a lot here. far out hats are crazy. Here's Blondie. Anne's so used to being verbally abused by her sister she doesn't respond -----holy damn its Wentworth walking down the street. Penelope is n---- oh fuck he just walked in -- she took a breath with her back to him then spun around HOWDY he looks shocked and delighted and she hse ewihpewjihp oh my god they love each other and they're so nervous and uncertain about it oh my god so awkward and cute please trying to go through the etiquette script oh no so cute 'im already armed for Bath' he grins and she laughs ----oh no. ... oh shit. Blondie just showed up and she just accepted Wentworth's umbrella everything was going so well stop awwww nooo his face falls, her face falls everything is awful. standing all solemn and glum by the window and all dressed in white looking shiny and gorgeous her little sack bag is weird but. and who is she looking for, I wonder. The family is standing awkward---there he be. tall and commanding and hmhmmm i love a man in uniform - she steps in front of him as he tries to pass him by. asks him if he's come for the concert - 'no ive come for a lecture on navigation am i in the wrong place' damn son no he's so good at making her laugh she never laughs oohh her family have to bow to him interesting - he's asking her how she's been since Lime I love them talking he starts on about being concerned about weird depressed guy getting married to Louisa because of his depression about his dead fiance 'a man does not recover to such a devotion to such a woman - he ought not; he does not' i'm sorry was that a declaration of love m8 omg Anne knows it too 'i should like to see it again' 'would you i would've thought i mean the distress, too painful' 'but when the pain is over...' dudes DUDES guys please guys 'It was my doing solely mine - Louisa would not have been obstinate if i had not been weak - Anne, I have never--' GUYS NO the fucking viscountess wandered in ruining everything and now he's gone please come back who cares about this lady singing i mean the candles look cool and but stop honestly who cares bring back Wentworth. omg fop is asleep, Anne and Blondie are bantering and she's not realising that she's pushing into flirting, again my god silly silly innocent naive and entirely relatable lol help. but there's Wentworth standing all tall and handsome in the corner and he looks so sad and meanwhile Blondie is like tryna propose and Wentworth is tryna yeet outta there and she's sprinting over to him tryna block his way tryna convince him to stay HOW THE TURN TABLES 'the next song is beautiful its a very beautiful love song is that not worth your staying for.' 'there's nothing worth my staying for.' kill me. Blondie needs to like there's no way he couldn't tell. Yay Charles is here! oh and Mary lol. Lol everyone is making decisions on what Louisa and Henrietta are gonna wear on their wedding day except they themselves?? And here is ol mate sweeping int eh room, smile briefly falling at the sight of Anne but everyone's happy to see them yay. mate what he just swept over to her talking softly ohmhwy god i don't think they've said anything directly to each other in their lives its all round the bend and metaphors and insinuations please kill me i love it he picks at her that she says she doesn't like the parties her family and Blondie give; 'they mean nothing to me' she has nothing in common with them and dislikes how they are, they're smiling at each other - oh shit Mr Elliott is out there meeting with her sister's friend or whatever now fkn Russell's tryna PERSUADE (ahaha) her into marrying Elliot 'that is not what I want!' Russell is shocked. now he's here looking stiff and snappy and awkward because the admiral has told him to invite her and her newly engaged Mr Elliot to his house and oh my god poor ol mate he wants to yeet away into the sunset goodbye world fuck you all 'if you wish it all you have to do is give me a yes or a no and we are both released' 'the admiral is too kind...' 'just say it: yes or no.' fuck you jane austen. Anne is overwhelmed and stormed off Russell faces Wentworth, he sneers her name, she smiles serenely 'You have an extraordinary ability to discompose my friend sir' , he twitches ' you have an extraordinary ability to influence her ma'am for which I find it hard to forgive you.' damn and then the scene ends damn. she's run off to Mrs Smith and Nook I love em she's ranting about everyone thinking she's gonna marry this guy and they're astonished and relieved cause he is poor and living on loans - he wants her for her money, title and lands thank god she's got her friends eyyy yasss. naw petunia and mrs musgrove are here my favs. Wentworth is writing a letter. whever they're in the room she can't help but look at him. she's talking with weird depressed gyu's fiance's brother - he's bitter that he's moved on so fast - she wouldn't have, its not in her nature, 'it would not be in the nature of any woman who truly loved.' 'do you claim that for your sex?' 'we do not forget you as soon as you forget us.' blah blah about women being stuck at home because people were shit to us back then fuck the patriarchy and all that. Fiance's brother says women and men are the same in being inconstant and forgetting those they love or have loved. Their convo gets interrupted by Wentworth knocking the whatever it is that they sprinkle over ink to dry it off the table and everyone's like dude the fuck we don't own vacuum cleaners you know. Fiance's brother says he's not read a book in his life that didn't have something to say on women's fickleness. 'but they were all written by men.' she argues. they laugh. he's on about going off to sea and being the victim cause he has to leave his family behind and boohoo it's so hard for me to be away from them even though i'm the one choosing to go away. yikes too close to home. anyway lolol. She says that above all, women are the ones who love the longest when all hope is gone. they all left, he snuck back and put out a letter on the desk, gave her a look and then left. she pretty much threw herself at it OH MY GOD THE LETTTTTTTTERRRRRRRR dudes dudes dudes dudes deud ed dud oh ymf theihwhes 'where are you going' 'i hardly know' ihowyiqruhoijpfg0hurbj3ifjpgrn Charles just keeps on standing between them and chattering finally gets it tips his hat and trots off wringing his hands. those eyes - he offers a hand, he takes it - i tried to forget you, i thought i had. they kiss very slowly, very gently, very chastely. his hair all windswept like that is very becoming - the way she slowly ran her hands over his arm before tucking it into his --- aand now there is a very random festival procession what and they're walking down the empty street. okay cool fine. she wanders into the gaming room or whatever, the camera mans shadow spreading all over the place, her sister grabs her and tells her not to monopolise wentworth - there's another war coming? oh how romantic. 'MY PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE TO YOUR DAUGHTER ANNE HAS BEEN ACCEPTED.’ he fucking beams. everyones shocked. 'Anne? You want to marry anne, whatever for?' he just grins at the fop. And now she's on a ship and they're sailing off to war, oh how romantic. and there you go.

ya know before this 1-3am viewing i wouldve given this a 4/5 or even 4.5/5, but now I’m gonna give it a 3/5. there’s just something about it thats a bit... idk. still really like it but also.. yeah.

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For the story request- narusasu where sasuke is trying his darndest to confess his feelings to naruto but is having trouble being straightforward and naruto is an airhead who just does not understand that sasuke is trying to proclaim his love for him like at all

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Coal colored eyes stared harshly into sky blue. The two contrasting tones seemed to represent the two very different personalities, withholding them.

The teen with coal colored eyes, was more serious. His lips planted in a firm line, until he spoke. “It’s not that simple to explain, Nar-” He cut off the formalities, slowly growing annoyed. “Dobe.”

The teen with bright blue eyes threw up his hands. “Hey!” His blonde hair bounced, as he rose to his feet. Naruto constantly, had problems well… ‘sitting still’ it was like he had to have some burst of activity or he lost focus.

For example, right now he was losing focus. Naruto’s eyes were wandering all over the little ramen shop. He was pacing back and forth, like an idiot.

“Sit down, before you embarrass yourself.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Teme.”

“Call me that again, and I’ll whoop your ass.”

Naruto slammed his hands down on the table. His face scrunching up in an almost cute fox like way. The word rolled off his tongue, like a knife slicing through bread. “Te-” He cocked his head to the side, “Sasuke.” A satisfied smile crawled on his lips, as if he found an even better way to annoy the boy. “Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke!”

The onyx-haired boy, stole a sharp breath of air. All he had to do was resist every urge in his body to not go off. It was bad enough his nerves were betraying him as it is, but this was unnecessary stress.

Sasuke rubbed his temples, “Do you need me to shut you up?” He bit his own tongue withholding, “with a hard slap on the lips from my own.”

The blonde seemed endeared by the challenge, but took a seat anyway. He sat across from his friend, rocking in his seat. “I just like saying your name is all. You have a such a pre-”

A single finger was pressed to Naruto’s lips. Sasuke uttering dangerously, “Don’t say anything, that might ruin this moment anymore.”

“Ruin? Moment?” Naruto uttered cluelessly. He cut his eyes at the older boy pondering over the sincerity of his statement. “You can’t let me have a good time, right now?”

“Naruto, you could be getting jumped in the middle of the street, and I swear you’re the only person who I know would complain– ‘Hey, I’m so not having a good time right now!’ then demand they stop.”

“Yep, but I’m NOT getting jumped.”

Harboring hatred had been a factor driving, Sasuke for so long. But time had delivered facts that were undeniable and reality revealed a future maybe even more hopeless than his past. That tormented him.

It drove him to brim of insanity.

His head pounded, and despite all the challenges, Sasuke had crushed. His head never hurt this much. His heart never ached this much.

Snapping his fingers, a bright idea popped in Sasuke’s brain. He placed his hand over his heart. A bit of softness entering his tone as he said, “But you make my heart, jump.”

Soon as he said it, he longed to take the words back. Naruto just averted his heartfelt gaze and his words. The disastrous blond, making funny faces in the reflection of himself in the bowl of ramen placed before him.

Sasuke grit his teeth, “You make my heart jump.” He repeated, loud enough to ensure Naruto picked up on some words.

Naruto did hear one word, perhaps the most important word. “Heart?” He dropped the facade of silliness, “Who’s heart?”

Sasuke clenched the fabric of his shirt tightly. It was impossible not to see him making it clear, ‘his heart.’ If he could come out and say it regularly, he would. But for some reason he got tongue tied around this….his idiot.

“Hearts can be dangerous ya know,” Naruto began to ramble, “Those cards can ruin friendships in a game.” He screwed up an eyebrow, “Why? Did you drag me out here to challenge me in Blackjack?”

Sasuke swore if he managed to live through this and get Naruto to date him, he’d never get another lover again. “Do you even know how to play Blackjack?”

“Well…”

“Do you know the point of Blackjack?”

“Not r-”

“If you cannot answer correctly to any of these questions, then you have to shut up for at least a minute.”

“Sas-”

“Shhhh…”

Naruto shifted uncomfortably in his seat, ready to get up once more. Sasuke’s touch ran on his hand, the cold feel almost gentle and comforting. It coaxed him to remain seated. The blonde’s eyes zoning off to admire the teen in front of him. There was something enchanting with how dark orbs scanned him up and down. They were searching for answers or a sign of some sort.

All Naruto could muster up was a numb smile.

Sasuke began to elaborate, “Blackjack is a rare card game that depends on strategy instead of pure luck.” His fingers snaked to lace around Naruto’s. “It takes time and effort, to beat the dealer.” Skillfully, he brought their hands together near his lips. The heat of his breath brushing against them as he spoke. “It’s a two way streak, of dedication.”

Sasuke had always been attracted to Naruto. He knew that. He just never knew to what extent he cared for his dobe, needed his dobe, wanted his dobe. There was never a day where he didn’t desire to see those blue eyes or see or feel or touch Naruto…He never realized that the extent of what he’d do for Naruto, went beyond anything he ever felt before. Well at least until he got the a fluttering sensation in his chest.

“Offering to play me in, Blackjack.” Sasuke drummed his free hand on the table, “And by bring up only heart cards, just proves how naive you are. In Blackjack that doesn’t matter, each numbered card has a value.” Working his charm, he brought the conversation back to focus on the task at hand. “It’s sorta like past memories.” Blissfully, his lips met Naruto’s knuckles. “Each and every action has a value, even if they’re not heartfelt.”

For so long, Sasuke felt if he didn’t recognize his feelings for Naruto…. Naruto would always be there for him, with him, forever, every day. Sasuke knew not physically in the flesh, but mentally. Mentally, Naruto held his own little place in Sasuke’s brain. It was a special place, that had expanded so much he could no longer fancy the idea of not having him by his side.

Naruto’s face flustered red, as he cleared his throat. It was as if he was struggling to find his voice again, like the sudden shock and realization had stole it away from him. Uncertainly, his glittering blue orbs wandered around the restaurant. Incoherent sentences fell from his lips, “I..well.. Oh.. I guess. Soooooo?”

“Hmp, Naruto.” Sasuke had a new delightful teasing ring in his voice. He lowered knuckles from being ambushed in more kisses. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were surprised.” He allowed a cunning smirk to cross his lips. “But, not my dobe. He’s not surprised by anything. He’s a man of action, and takes the cards as they’re played.”

“Umm. I… y-eeh..yeah?” Naruto was sputtering out nonsense, as his brain spun with with enthusiasm. He felt like he’d been waiting for this, for the longest. To hear these words pass through Sasuke’s lips, because he felt the same way.

Every emotion Naruto felt with Sasuke was stronger than any other. These feelings from the memories…. The attachments… the heart cards. It shaped him, his deck. Outgoing, shy, chatty, tongue-tied, quick-witted, dim-witted, transfixed, unfocused, ecstasy, boredom, just every feeling was amplified. There was not an emotion in Naruto that Sasuke couldn’t evoke.

“Heh, there is a thrill that comes in playing Blackjack, it comes in playing all games really.” Sasuke withdrew his touch from other teen. His eyes watching carefully to see the confounding way Naruto reacted. He chuckled a bit, “The thrill makes your heart jump and flutter. It’s almost like you’re in love.”Naruto felt the flutter in his heart. He really did.Naruto quickly discovered, he really, really, really liked the flutter.

“I think, I’m in love.” Naruto confessed bluntly, there was a stupid cute look on his face. A bright smile on his lips, as his blue eyes marveled at black. He leaned forward, pressing his face in the palm of his hand. “In love with a hot guy.”

“Oh yeah?” Sasuke gave a nod of approval. “And it’s not so simple to explain is it?”

#narusasu #sns #fanfic request

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