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kishibei · 1 year

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MOUTH BREATHIN'

shidou ryusei x reader | pwp smut, 18+ | 1.1k words

summary: when your boyfriend's team loses yet another game, you lose your temper. you like to run your mouth and shidou's got just the solution to the problem...

cont: throat fucking, hair pulling, rough sex, degradation, light dacryphilia (?), shidou is mean !!!

shidou doesn't know when to stop. he's never been good at it; knowing how far is too far when it comes to anyone but himself.

your knees hurt more than anything and that jaw he's holding open feels like it's about to unhinge when he tells you to open wider. ryusei's never been gentle, but this feels like it's gonna be his worst— you know it is.

maybe you should've been a little nicer to your boyfriend after his game today; offering him a sweet little kiss and some encouraging words as he walked off the field. but instead, you had yelled, giving him pointers on shit you didn't know two things about.

you realize you should shut your mouth more often, but the time for that introspection is long gone; ryusei's already decided that he'll shut it for you.

...

"ryu! please, i said i was sorry!" you whine, pressing your lips together as the man strokes himself in front of you.

all he does is laugh, tapping his cock against your pursed lips; smearing around the pre that beaded and dripped from its blushy tip. shidou always had a way of making you feel dirty, staining your face with a messy mix of his cum and the lipgloss that once sat pretty on those perfect lips.

you can't help but press your thighs together at that, trying to ignore the desperate clench of your pussy as ryusei grabs a fistful of hair, using it as leverage so that lost and hazy gaze of yours finds his.

"aw c'mon baby, y'know you wanna..." ryusei purrs, long tongue darting out to wet his mouth. he brings his length to your lips again, this time not even bothering to push past them. he knows you'll open up; you always do.

a twisted grin pulls at the corners of shidou's mouth, almost bisecting his face as he watches you part your lips for him. his eyes are trained on the thick threads of saliva that connect the roof of your mouth and the tongue you stick out for him, laughing at just how much you're drooling over this.

shidou doesn't waste any time, shoving his heavy cock down your throat as soon as he's given the opportunity. it's like swallowing lead— the way his weighty length is being forced past your lips and into the wet cavern of your esophagus. you can't breathe, and clutching onto his thighs, you gasp; only making you choke on him even further.

shidou buries himself deeper, smiling as he watches your eyes widen and gloss over; fat, miserable, tears threatening to spill right from them.

"here... since y'know everything, right?" ryusei sneers, gripping the back of your head as his hips snap forcefully. "you can take it, hm? 'cause you're just the best at everything, aren't you?"

shidou lets out a low growl, throwing his head back as you gag on him; the force of your throat constricting around his cock only heightens his pleasure.

you can't take it— breathing heavily from your nose, you nearly hurl; feeling your lunch churn in your stomach from the pressure of it all. bile burns at your chest with how he's fucking your throat now, causing the tears you had tried so hard to hold back to start flowing.

"please, ryu!" you try to squeak out, the words dying in your throat as they're converted into foul gurgles around the man's length. he finds this hilarious, pushing your head down even further until the tip of your nose is buried in the smattering of flaxen hair that covers his pubis.

"still running that mouth?" ryusei teases, pinching your chin between a finger and a thumb. "don't make me fuck it outta you, now!"

your boyfriend doesn't wait for an answer; he knows it's what he's been dying to do from the beginning. so when he gathers you by the hair, unlatching your mouth from his cock— you know it's all been planned, thought out from the very moment you mouthed off at him back at the game.

ryusei practically tears your bottoms off, pouncing on you like some kind of starved animal. it's beyond primal the way he tosses you onto the bed, not caring about how your crown slams against the headboard as he parts your legs. pressing them to your chest, he folds you uncomfortably; the burn of your thighs in this position only makes you wetter, mindlessly gazing up at him now; completely and utterly at his mercy.

you look so stupid under him: blown pupils set in shining eyes, your mouth hung open laxly while drool covered your chin and chest. ryusei chuckles, lining his cock up with your dripping cunt before burying himself deep.

"fuck, you're such a slut! i mean, gettin' this wet off suckin' dick?! how desperate..." he's toying with you now, laughing hysterically as he pushes in until he reaches the hilt, giving you all of him.

you can't help but clamp down on his length as he bottoms out, your cunt fluttering once his hips slammed against yours.

"you like this? getting treated like the little whore you are?!" ryusei laughs. "i'm starting to think you bitch on purpose! just so i can fuck you like this, yea?!"

shidou uses you to his full disposal, chasing his high with the knowledge that no matter what he does, you'll always follow after. he doesn’t let up in the heat of your wanton cries, thumbing at your swollen clit with the sole intention of overwhelming you.

"it's too much! leave me ryusei! i can't...!"

your pleas fall on deaf ears, the man’s pace increasing as his thumbs find purchase in the dips of your hips, guiding you along his shaft with reckless abandon.

he’s good at what he does; knowing exactly what spot to prod at to make you arch into him, how to fuck you dumb, leaving you sobbing and begging for him to give you a break.

ryusei swats your hands away as you try to grab at his wrists, body shaking uncontrollably as you writhe around in pleasure. you're close, he knows you are; the way you're repeating his name like it's the only thing you know is more than telling of the fact.

"ryu... ryusei! ugh, ryu!" is all you can spit out, squeezing your eyes shut as your skin prickles with goosebumps, giving yourself into the height of your pleasure. you whine desperately as you finish, gripping onto ryusei trying to ground yourself.

shidou doesn't let up, still slamming into you as you cum all over his cock. it isn't long until he reaches his own peak, spilling into you with a deep grunt, hips stuttering as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

"fuck!" he exclaims, looking down at you with a twisted grin.

"and i'm not even done with you yet..."

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thisisntmyrightera · 2 years

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A broken nose, a science project and my first love.

Summary: Again, Eddie and you are the parental support of Dustin but now you finally know what Eddie feels for you

Words: 4,890

Note: English isn't my first language so i make my best.

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Mondays were the most boring day in the week, Robin was worried about the inventory of Family video, Eddie was hangover and Nancy was busy with the school newspaper, nobody felt like doing something fun, that happened until Wednesday or Thursday when the group started giving ideas to spend the weekend in something fun.

That day was no different, everyone with long faces and small talk, even the sound of your locker was annoying and you hated looking for your History book because you knew that class would be long and boring as hell.

-What the fuuuu...-you turned annoyed feeling a small push until you lowered your voice to a whisper noticing that it was Max who had inadvertently hit you while carrying her science project - oh...it was you

-I'm sorry...this shit doesn't let me see well while I walk - the redhead sighed annoyed dropping your project to the floor to open her locker

-Hey that vocabulary girl - you looked at her narrowing your eyes

-I'm sorry...it's just that it hasn't been a good day - Her look seemed annoyed as she searched for her books and put away the ones from the class she had recently taken.

-Tell me...-you raised your eyebrows looking back at your locker- did I tell you that Munson almost ran over Jason in the morning? that would have made the day much better - you laughed closing your locker to look at Max who didn't show any sign of amusement, instead he seemed to think something

-So that was it...shit

-What?...what happened? - your face totally changed to a more serious one knowing that she knew many things ahead of time because Lucas or Dustin told her in class

-Shit...-Max slammed her locker shut, walking quickly towards the door that led to the football field.

-Hey what's up? - you quick step followed her making her stop with accelerated breathing

-Jason... in the morning he pushed Dustin, he did it in a somewhat rough way that made Dustin stumble and his science project broke when it fell to the floor, I had never seen Jason behave like that with Dustin and he really put a lot of effort into that project, he didn't even go out for the weekend with us to finish it to get an A and...he got a little upset about it...

-Jason hit Dustin? - your eyebrows furrowed feeling your heart beat strong and a rage grow from the center of your stomach to the rest of your body

-It's not just that...Lucas...he told Eddie and Eddie said that after first period he was going to...confront Jason...

-Shit...- your backpack fell to the floor as you ran outside looking for the group of idiots, you knew that Eddie was not safe, he was intimidating, rude when dressing and behaving but he was a total butterfly to fight, he didn't like it get into trouble and if he did run away from it

You kept running until you reached the stands that were on the side of the football field and you could see Eddie cornered between the structure and Jason and 5 other idiots with the football team jacket, it was the scene you imagined but when you saw the blond holding Eddie's shirt your anger grew more making you run towards them again.

-No...don't do that - Max yelled into the distance running trying to reach you

-Jason! - your voice was loud making the 5 players turn around fast while you pushed Andy and your hands took Jason's arms pulling him away from Eddie and your right fist hit his nose making him fall - you think you're very rude for hitting a kid, look for problems with someone your age fucking idiot - your hands took Jason's shoulders making him turn while he covered his face with his arms

-No... leave him alone - Eddie took you by the arms pulling you away, his chest felt up and down quickly against your back, your lips felt about to explode from how tight they were and your breathing was accelerated

No one moved, no one said anything, the boys in green jackets took slow steps backwards when they saw that you were trying to let go of Eddie's arms, so he decided to let go of your arms and wrap his arms tightly around your waist so you couldn’t be free

-Do you need this bitch to defend yourself, Munson? -Jason laughed wiping the blood from his nose looking at you still lying on the grass

-This bitch broke your nose asshole, the next time you want to annoy one of the kids come find me if you have the balls to fight with someone your age

-It's enough, it's not worth it - Eddie spoke almost close to your ear while with his arms he tried to move you away a little more to go with Max

-Idiot - your foot managed to kick Jason's tibia causing him to stop covering his nose and hold his leg in pain

-I told you that’s already enough - Eddie sighed almost lifting you in the air to turn around and put you back on the floor to walk away

-That was... great - Max laughed accommodating her backpack - you left him on the floor writhing in pain

-I would have killed him if I had had the opportunity - you sighed, moving abruptly letting go of Eddie's arms - you didn't have to defend him

-Defend him? I was preventing you from doing something stupid, you broke his nose, that just with the first blow you gave him, what would have happened afterwards? I have to pay your bail because you would have killed him? -Eddie walked by your side moving his arms while his curls jumped

-It's no big deal, I didn't want to kill him

-Maybe you didn't want to, but you easily could do it, you fight like jailer- Eddie scratched his cheek as you and Max laughed walking down the hall to get your bag - Hey Sweetheart, Mrs. O'Donnell doesn't want to give me a C in her class, you think you can go visit her later and maybe knock her out

-Shut up asshole - you laughed as you pushed him and he crashed into a locker making him and Max laugh out loud making everyone look at you weird because of the way they played.

The day became a little more interesting after that, the next period you shared class with Jason and his nose was swollen with a bandage, the idiot had lied saying that a ball had hit him and obviously he had threatened his friends not to say anything and although he wanted to pass himself off as the cool guy, he didn't even have the courage to look at you because of the fear and embarrassment he felt.

At the end of the school day, like every day you were leaning on Eddie's van, this time eating pretzels that he had left over from lunch while he explained to you what Kass and Vecna meant but you just shook your head pretending you were paying attention to him even though you didn't understand a bit of what he was talking about

-So that's it, Kass is the one who kills Vecna - Eddie smiled proudly stealing a pretzel from the bag - it was easier than you thought right?

-Yes... super easy - you looked at him with your serious face of consent making him smiled proudly until he looked at the school door watching Dustin go out crestfallen with a slow step - do you think... we should help him?

-That's why we're here - Eddie sighed feeling sorry for the boy until Henderson approached you looking at you with his sad face

-I'm sorry...I was talking to Miss Addams and...can we go now? - Dustin sighed exhausted

-Your science teacher? - You looked at him curiously, making the boy agree - It's...for your project, right?

-Who told you? - The boy rolled his eyes sighing

-Max - Eddie looked at him biting a pretzel

-I told her not to say anything... I did tell her what had happened in the morning and she gave me the opportunity to deliver the project to her tomorrow, but that's impossible, it took me all weekend to make that damn model and now she wants to do it in a couple of hours is impossible..

-Why is it impossible? -You looked at him curiously with a gesture that his comment was something stupid

- You do not understand? 3 days... 3 days it took me to do that damn project and now I only have a couple of hours, I can't

-Dude, that is not what the master of hellfire has taught you

-Besides you have us right? -you smiled at him, giving him a light blow on his arm making the boy smile- come on, let's go to your house and we'll do it together, what do you say?

-Are you sure? Don’t you have something better you do?

-We were going to go bother Harrington but we can do that tomorrow -Eddie laughed disheveling his hair-come on

Dustin's ride home was more fun than usual, Eddie singing metal songs getting frustrated whenever he got the lyrics wrong blaming the recording for purposely changing it to make it look ridiculous, but it was kind of sad to get there and see the home alone with no trace of where Claudia could be.

-And your mother Henderson? - Eddie entered looking everywhere noticing the decoration very different from the one in his trailer

-Hmm probably on work... I don't know - Dustin sighed leaving his backpack on one of the sofas looking at you - so where do we start?

- Well... how was your previous project? - You looked at him curious holding your backpack standing in the center of the room next to Eddie

-Well, they were the planets... with Styrofoam and cardboard material - Henderson moved his hands explaining making you look at him strangely holding laugh

-How boring, do you have a cardboard box and those... Styrofoam things?

-Yes, I think I have a couple more - Dustin and Eddie looked at you consensual, paying full attention to your instructions

-Bring them, also paints and your science book, you help me clean the table - you looked at Eddie as he approached you, removing the floral vase from the center and folding the tablecloth carefully so as not to stain it while you opened newspaper pages on the polished wood of the furniture to avoid ruining it

-Since when do you know how to do projects? -Eddie looked at you curiously smiling while he took off his jacket

-Since that's what teachers ask us for special grades...-you looked at him seriously wondering if you and Eddie went to the same school

- My teachers have never asked me to do one - Eddie laughed sitting in one of the chairs

-Eddie they do, but you never do them - you laughed sitting next to him while Henderson put the material on the table and Eddie wiped his smile thinking about all the things he hadn't brought to class

-This is enough? - Dustin looked at you while you settled taking the book to look at the drawings of the planets- see this? –you show the book page to the boys- why don't you start painting the planets in the Styrofoam spheres and I'll do the rest of the model - you smiled at them like a little designer making them agree

Eddie and Dustin painted, smearing their hands with paint while they fought each other because the royal blue color looked too dark and was confused with black or because Dustin had taken the green brush if that was the one that Eddie was using, you cut carefully the front of the box making a curve on the sides without cutting the ceiling to be able to place the hanging planets

After a while Dustin turned on the radio making Munson seemed annoyed that they didn't play any metal, just trashy music and mediocre hits that would be forgotten in a few days when another cardboard artist put out a new song.

-Eddie, do you hear that? Do you hear it? - You looked at him pretending to be surprised when ''Take on me'' began to play on the radio moving your shoulders and arms following the rhythm

-Don't dance that you look silly - he looked at you apparently annoyed returning his gaze to the figure he painted in orange

-Dance with me, I've always wanted you to dance with me-you laughed taking his hand trying to get him up but he only laughed denying trying to stay seated

-He says the song are stupid but look how he moves his foot, he's following the rhythm- Dustin almost shouted pointing down the table making you and him laugh out loud while Eddie covered his blushing face

-The song is catchy ok, stop being a pain in the ass

The afternoon continued between small episodes of stress and small breaks as you stretched your backs and looked for something to eat in the Henderson's kitchen and then returned to your seats and continued with work.

-Eddie what are you doing? -You looked at him holding the scissors in your right hand and a piece of black cloth in the other while he brought the paint cans closer to his nose making a strange gesture

-It's just that... they smell strange- he look at you returning the container to his nose and then bringing it closer to your nose making you take his hand and putting away from you careful not to drop the paint on the table

-Don't smell it, that has chemicals and you can get high - Eddie looked at you raising his eyebrows and forming a mischievous smile on his face

-Delete that information from your brain Munson - you laughed pointing the sharp scissors at him making him laugh leaving the small container on the table

-Me, spending money on my magic plants and I could only buy a little school paint, what an idiot

-You are definitely an idiot - you laughed cutting the cloth to put it in the bottom of the box

Everything is ready to be set up and while you explained how you would set it up so that it would appear that the planets were floating in the box Eddie looked at the table with attention denying as he scratched his chin approaching the table

-I have a better idea, Dustin, do you have any remote control toys that you no longer want?

-If I have a pair...why? - Dustin looked at him curiously

-Bring them and also some tape, cable scissors and screwdrivers -Eddie looked at him making that face that he always made when an idea came to his head, you knew him perfectly

-Well then I already finished my part... Dustin, are you hungry? I can go to the kitchen and prepare something if you want - your feet rocked slowly watching him as he walked to his room

-It's good that you mention it, I'm starving, feel free in the kitchen - the boy smiled entering his room making noises while things were heard falling

When you entered the kitchen you felt weirdly safe and wanting to continue working, you had to feed the boys who were still working, you walked everywhere, looking for things in the fridge, pans in the cupboards and knives next to the cutlery, in the background you could hear the radio playing and the guys talking about cables and something that would turn

-Shit, let me cut that other one - Eddie spoke as Dustin asked him something in a low voice and Eddie answered him

It was strange that Claudia hadn't shown up yet but to Dustin that seemed so normal and he hadn't even realized that it was already dark, if someone asked you right now you could say that he didn't even miss her.

A few seconds later the screams of both boys made you react from your trance making you leave the utensils in the kitchen and run to the dining room table watching how they both hugged and screamed

-What happened? - you looked at them little scared, Dustin letting go of Eddie and running to you hugging you tight and jumping

-It worked!! it worked!! - Dustin laughed excitedly taking your arm to take you to the model looking at how the planets were perfectly aligned to the ceiling of the box in a circular shape and rotated slowly

-How... did you do that? - Your hands rested on the table as you slowly approached to look at the project

-Eddie did it; he took out the motor of a remote control car and put it there and somehow after cutting and connecting some wires he made them work

-You really did it? - You looked at Eddie smiling while he sat shy looking at the floor smiling a little - you're a damn genius Munson

- I didn't know you were so great with that, do you know about electronics why you never told us?

-Well, it's not something I use every day and no one asks if I know how to do it - Eddie looked at you smiling rubbing the back of his neck and taking a lock of hair to cover his embarrassed face

- It's time for dinner, go wash your hands and I'll clean here - your smile could be hard to hide as you put the project on the living room table and cleaned up all the mess, throwing the paint-soiled newspaper pages into the trash and putting the leftover materials in a shoebox where Dustin had put them, then you returned to the kitchen to serve the plates and putting them on the table along with their cutlery and a crystal glass while the boys played in the bathroom throwing water at each other

The rest of the night was full of laughs, Eddie telling you every 5 minutes that you were the best cook he had ever met and Dustin looking at you both with a smile that he tried to hide and playing with his food.

- Is something wrong Henderson? - Eddie looked at him making you also put your eyes on the boy

-It has a bad taste? - you looked at him curious

-No...it's not that, it’s delicious - Dustin smiled looking at you - it's just that...I haven't shared a dinner with someone in a long time...Mom is always busy or she usually has dinner in the living room while I have a something and take it to my room...it's not that bad, I know my mom works to be able to pay the bills and stuff but...sometimes I miss being like this

-like what? -Eddie moved his eyebrows intrigued as he took a bite to his mouth

-You...you make me feel like you guys are my family...you make me feel good - the boy smiled with a bit of a wet shine in his eyes making you two smile too and then Eddie broke the silence while pushing him slightly

-Just don't call me dad, ok? I'm too young for that and I'd feel uncomfortable.

-Of course I won't call you dad, are you idiot? - Dustin laughed as he pushed him back - want to do something great after dinner?

-After washing the dishes, your mother can arrive at any moment and I don't want her to think that we made a mess in her house

-Sure, after washing the dishes - Dustin smiled excitedly- I'll call Suzie so you guys can meet her

Eddie looked at you and you answered him with your eyes holding back a laugh, Suzie was a myth among you two, she was possibly a robot and Dustin had taken enough affection for her to call her his girlfriend. As soon as he finished his plate the boy ran to his room while you and Eddie cleaned the table and put everything in his place, then he followed you to the kitchen helping you wash the dishes and dry them by arranging them carefully

-You know... I think Suzie might be real- Eddie looked at you leaning against the island as he dried one of the plates.

-What makes you suddenly change your mind? -You looked at him laughing and returning your attention to the dishes while you carefully washed them

-Well, one of us should have a girlfriend, don't you think? or boyfriend in your case...-Eddie smiled flirtatiously moving his shoulders

-Why? why is the need? - you closed the sink shaking your hands a little and drying them you’re your jeans looking at him

-I don't know...I would like to share time with someone who supports me and likes my ideas, who motivates me to be better, who enjoys the way I am...

-I think i do all that with you...right? - you laughed putting the dishes on the shelf with your back to him

-Yes...but do you enjoy it? -Eddie supported his elbows on the island staring at your back, waiting for a movement

- Well... it's not something that bothers me, but if you want to find someone else for me it's fine you have the right to go out with someone - you looked at him taking the plates he was holding in his hands to return to the shelf and accommodate the rest

- And why waste my time looking for someone...when I already found you...you're practically my girlfriend...everyone says it and I'm tired of telling everyone that you're just my friend and never being able to say "Yes, she is the girl I love and she also loves me for who I am" - your body felt tense, like a knot in your stomach as you turned your body a little to look at him, hoping that he had it on his face one of those playful smiles, but his face was serious and his eyes kept looking at the ceramic plate that he still held in his hands and was half dry - it's humiliating that everyone makes fun of me for not having the courage to tell you how much I like you... but I think the fear of losing you is much bigger than continuing to be mocked by everyone

-Eddie...

-You don't have to feel sorry for me and my cheap statement in the middle of a kitchen, I understand that you don't feel the same and that's fine...

-Eddie...it's okay, it's never bothered me that everyone say I'm your girlfriend, even that time they put ''The freak's girlfriend'' in my locker in red letters, it bothered me more that they called you that way and not that the whole high school read that I was your girlfriend, it has never bothered me to be the reference to ''Munson's girlfriend’s’’

-So?..-He smiled making one of his "innocent" faces that you knew was the opposite

-So, if you are going to ask me to be your girlfriend, you will have to ask me in the best possible way because I have dealt with you for many years so that you end up asking me in the middle of a kitchen

-You are absolutely right Madame; I will find the best way so that all your effort and work is compensated in the way you deserve.

-Guys... I found the signal - Henderson leaned out the kitchen door smiling agitated to run back to his room while Eddie and you forgot for a moment you recent confession of love to quickly leave behind him - Suzie do you copy? ..Suzie

-Dustin - you smiled walking through the door looking at how the boy was holding the microphone

-Shh...Suzie will be there?

-Dusty bun I copied you - the somewhat mocking smile that had formed on your face and Eddie's disappeared while you looked at each other scared to hear the female voice come out of that radio

-Great Suzie poo, I'm with my friends who they…- Dustin turned looking at both of them a bit challenging - they didn't believe that my pretty girlfriend existed

-Oh hello guys, I'm Suzie - a small laugh after speaking sounded causing both of them to approach the boy and his radio a bit curious

-Say hello, don't be rude – Dustin whisper looking at you both

-Oh...right…- Eddie looked at him with an apologetic look as he brought his hand to his chest-umm...Hi Suzie poo

-Hey, I just call her Suzie Poo...- Dustin looked at him jealous frowning

-I'm sorry...Suzie...I'm Eddie, Dustin's friend

-Eddie? The guy who plays Dungeons and Dragons with my Dusty bun? He talks to me a lot about you - you could see the smile on the girl's face despite only listening to her, making Eddie smile proudly, feeling important in the boy's life

-Your turn - Dustin looked at you bringing the microphone closer to your mouth making you walk away a little awkwardly

-Amm Hi Suzie I'm Y/N... Dustin's friend

-Ah...Eddie's girlfriend, Dusty bun also talks to me a lot about you and how pretty you are, your voice is very sweet

-Yes...I... thank you - you smiled clumsily and shyly sitting on Dustin's bed while the boy murmured a silent ''sorry''

After several minutes talking to the girl on the other end of the speaker and you and Eddie sharing looks of discomfort at the cheesy, romantic way the guys were talking to each other, you both decided it was time to go home, so after saying a nice goodbye to the girl and Dusty bun the drive to your house in Eddie's Van was the same as always, despite what had happened a few hours ago in the Henderson’s' kitchen nothing between you both hadn't changed a bit in the way in which you two talked or joked, only this time the farewell was a little different and instead of leaving you on the sidewalk and leaving this time Eddie decided to get out of the Van and accompany you to the front door of your house and then say goodbye with a kiss on his cheek, quickly enter your house to not give him a chance to say something, just for looking out the window and see how Munson returned to his Van laughing and jumping making his curls jump making you laugh at his reaction.

The next morning was not much different from the previous one, you hated everyone in the school, you sat down to eat with Robin because despite having accepted your feelings for Munson, you respected that Tuesdays were ''Planning and debate'' with the D&D guys and you weren't supposed to go into their important discussion, though every once in a while your eyes would glance right over to his table to see him arguing frantically with the other guys and grinning at how dedicated he was in his leadership role, just the same way he teased you, He looked from time to time giving you a smile and for some magical reason of fate Robin never noticed avoiding comments or awkward questions.

After class and when you left hating the humanity and their creations annoyed, you walked to Eddie's Van who was already waiting for you, leaning on the side.

-Hasn't Henderson arrived? -You looked at him curiously as he shook his head, smiling at you with his bright eyes in a slightly different way than he always looked at you.

-How was your day? - he smiled at you playing with one of his strands of hair

-Bored, yours?

-Bored - you two laughed, leaning on the Van to look at the door and how Dustin came out happy and smiling with Mike and Lucas holding his project with a blue ribbon ''the best of the class''

-Guys... look - Dustin held the project in front of you proudly showing his ribbon while the sun made his braces shine

-Owww my little one -you laughed holding your hands on your chest- we are very proud of you sweetheart

-totally, you are our pride- Eddie imitated your tone laughing with you making Dustin erase his smile knowing what was coming

-You must thank us, right Eddie bun? - You looked at Eddie with a sweet and tender gesture that was strange to see in you while you held on to keep laughing

- You're absolutely right Y/N Poo - Eddie looked at you smiling and pouting at the same time while Dustin looked at them both showing them his middle finger annoyed at their teasing

-I will not talk about my romantic life with you two again, you are terrible, why don’t you kiss each other and be happy like the rest of us, you do not have to annoy me just because I do have a girlfriend - Dustin got into the van still grumbling as he settled his project on the seat and you two burst out laughing making the students walking past you two look judging at you and whisper how weird you were together.

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howlingday · 14 days

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Imagine Jaune as Scott Sterling(from Studio C). How funny would that be? Pyrrha would probably sue the coach and let Nora beat up the team.

Oobleck: Welcome back to our coverage of the game between Teams RWBY and JNPR.

Port: If you're just joining us today, you've missed most of an unbelievably well fought match between two incredible teams tonight. It has all come down to the final, penalty shots. All it takes is enough points for either team. Here comes the kick...

Pyrrha: (Kicks, Scores goal)

Oobleck: OH! SPECTACULAR! Team JNPR's star player, Pyrrha Nikos, has just landed a goal for her team, so now the burden rests on Team JNPR's goal-keeper, Jaune Arc.

Port: Here he comes. A fine lad with nerves of steel. He's got more hanging over him than the city of Mantle right now.

Oobleck: Indeed, and it seems the fans are showing their appreciation for it. Yang Xiao Long places the ball on the spot, getting ready.

Port: That girl literally has a cannon for a leg, and here she comes! Winding up for the shot and-

Yang: (Kicks)

Jaune: (Pelted in the face)

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Port: THE CANNON HAS FIRED AND HAS STRUCK JAUNE ARC IN THE FACE DIRECTLY!

Oobleck: We clocked that at a stunning 116 kilometers per hour!

Port: Now that's a lot of, er, miles per hour!

Oobleck: Even with aura, there is no chance that young man's nose isn't broken right now.

Port: Oh, indeed!

Jaune: (Dazed)

Goodwitch: (Shining a light in his face, Nods, Leaves)

Port: Now it seems Team JNPR's coach, Professor Goodwitch, is examining him and deems him fit for duty after a short rest. Sadly, he's not out of the woods yet.

Oobleck: On his feet now, a bit shaken.

Port: But not stirred!

Oobleck/Port: HAHAHAHA!

Port: This crowd absolutely loves this young man.

Oobleck: He returns to his team, who welcome him back as a hero. And now comes another penalty kick, and scoring here would make it two nil. Nora Valkyrie approaches the ball with determination!

Nora: (Kicks, Misses goal)

Port: She hits high and wide, way off target!

Oobleck: She must have thought she was playing Mantle Football and attempting a field goal!

Port: Wrong kind of football, I'd say! And back now to Jaune Arc, looking a bit worse for wear, but ready for round two.

Oobleck: The shot takes a moment, but here comes Belladonna!

Blake: (Kicks)

Jaune: (Beaned in the schnozz)

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Port: Jaune Arc with the fantastic dive! The ball flies straight through the air and his hands and whacks Jaune Arc right in the sniffer!

Oobleck: Looking again on the instant replay and OH! EVERY EXCRUCIATING DETAIL IS CAPTURED PERFECTLY IN HIGH-DEFINITION PERFECTION! Clocked in at 129 kilometers per hour.

Port: Arc does not look well. Two wonderful saves compounding two DEFINITE concussions.

Goodwitch: (Carries Jaune on shoulder)

Jaune: (Falls, Dragged away)

Oobleck: This seems to be the end of Jaune Arc's performance tonight.

Port: Indeed, as his coach pulls him through the grass and off the field, like a large-breasted lioness dragging a gazelle with a broken nose across the savannah.

Oobleck: Adieu, Jaune Arc. Adieu.

Port: JNPR now with their third PK. Weiss bouncing at the goal like an infant. The crowd holds their breath as Valkyrie moves in... OH! Very anticlimactic there. Let's see who they got to replace Jaune Ar-

Oobleck/Port: JAUNE ARC!

Port: JAUNE ARC IS BACK!

Oobleck: Jaune Arc is still in the game! Oh my, and it seems he's taken a very odd tactic now!

Port: He seems to be in the fetal position, covering his face.

Oobleck: Not a recommended technique, but here it co- Oh, wait! It seems Weiss Schnee is stopping to tie her shoe.

Port: Ho ho! And that's why you do a double-knot, kids!

Oobleck: Arc, still waiting for the kick to happen. He's probably wondering when the-

Jaune: (Looks up)

Weiss: (Kicks, Pops him in the beak)

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Oobleck: SWEET, CREAMY DECAF!

Port: The ball strikes Arc right in the face, further crushing his nostrils into thin slits! He must be breathing only blood by now! He's going to look like one of those cartoon characters that just ran into a frying pan while they were chasing after a mouse!

Oobleck: I don't even care that we missed Lie Ren's attempt! Let's go back to-

Oobleck/Port: JAUNE ARC!

Port: THE MAN!

Oobleck: THE MYTH!

Oobleck/Port: THE LEGEND!

Jaune: (Stumbling to the goal, Bloodied and battered)

Port: I can't wait to see Arc and his catlike face reflexes!

Oobleck: Absolutely incredible, though I must say that Arc does not look well at all lying on the ground there.

Port: Well, you know athletes. They like to add a bit of drama to their performances.

Jaune: (Picked up by Ren and Nora)

Port: Are they taking him out?

Pyrrha: (Runs out with chair)

Oobleck: They brought him a chair! A bold move by their coach!

Jaune: (Reaches for his team leaving)

Oobleck: This is basically a gimme! Ruby Rose has to literally kick it anywhere that isn't where Jaune Arc is!

Port: There is no way Team RWBY can mess up this shot!

Jaune: (Begging Ruby)

Ruby: (Kicks, Craters his face)

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Oobleck: ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT KILOMETERS PER HOUR!

Port: THIS MAN CAN DO NO WRONG! Just look at him in this instant replay, begging for mercy when it should be mercy begging for him!

Oobleck: He has looked Death in the eye and said, "Take your best shot!" To which Death replies with repeated punches to Arc's face! Just over and over and over again!

Port: If Team JNPR make this final shot, it's all over! But-

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Port: No! Pyrrha Nikos misses, clearly too distracted by the wounds her partner, Jaune Arc, has sustained in this game! Speaking of, it's time we go back to-

Oobleck/Port: JAUNE! ARC!

Port: His face is like a brick wall!

Oobleck: A brick wall that can feel only pain and cries a lot!

Port: Wait a minute... I see Team RWBY's star kicker, Penny Polendina, but where's Jaune Arc?

Oobleck: ...Oh! It seems Arc is crawling away from the goal! WHAT IS HE DOING?!

Port: HE'S THROWING AWAY THE MATCH!

Penny: (Kicks exactly where she needs to)

Jaune: (...Words cannot describe the calamity of what just happened. At least, they fail to accurately depict what could be described as what really happened. The only accuracy that could be described in this space is that there was physical contact between Jaune Arc's face and a large, head-sized ball, and that there was a lot of bodily fluids that resulted from this contact, and that Jaune Arc was in so much pain that it's likely he passed out or away, though it's also just as likely that he didn't.)

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Port: ARC HAS DONE THE IMPOSSIBLE!

Oobleck: ICAN'TBELIEVEIT! LOOKATTHAT! HE'SDONETHEIMPOSSIBLE! He was hit just right! What incredible instincts he had to just crawl away from the goal like that!

Port: His team rushes to the field, happy as a lark, as they all slide in and accidentally kick Jaune Arc in the face!

Oobleck: And now his team his carrying him off and away on an orange stretch of victory, glory, and emergency medical attention! Jaune Arc and his face of steel have won it all!

#rwby #scott sterling #studio c #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #jaune arc #peter port #bartholomew oobleck #lie ren #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladona #penny polendina #yang xiao long #glynda goodwitch

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ex and the city (simon riley x female reader)

inspired by s2 ep18 of sex and the city (currently on a binge). miranda and steve are the cutest (pls don't spoil)

ANGSTY

fuck, it was him.

simon stood at the other side of your door, glaring into your peephole. you stepped back quickly, hand covering your mouth in shock. after running away from him on the street the other day, you hadn't expected him to show up. maybe you could just not answer, pretend it never happened and- "can hear ya breathin', dove." shit.

you quickly unlocked the door, trying to compose yourself. "simon! hi!" shit you needed to calm down. that is not how an ex-fiancee would treat her almost-husband. "shitty thing you did, runnin' like a rabbit fr'm me." your eyebrows rose. he was going for it. "i didn't run!" he looked at you, dead-eyed. letting the silence hang over you like a dark cloud, the air growing tense in your apartment hallway behind him.

"you ran." you ran a hand down your face, the other tightening your grip on your door. "well, i wasn't expecting to see you and- i just-" your voice choked, an attempt at hiding back your tears. "hurt my feelin's, dove." simon kept his arms crossed, staring down at you. he never did talk about his feelings much, but seeing the woman who was supposed to be his wife, his forever, run away from him? that hurt even a dead man like him.

"well i don't do very well with ex-boyfriends and..." you trailed off, staring at your toes. the tears were hot behind your eyes now, months of frustration and longing boiling to the surface. "dove..." he reached out and tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. the feeling of his gloves against your skin was so familiar you almost closed your eyes, but snapped them open when you remembered. "this is me. simon." you nodded, throat thick. you shrugged, struggling to find the words to convey how you survived without him for the past four months. you decided on a simple, "yeah."

"i held your head while you wer' sleepin'." simon took off his mask, tucking it in his pocket. his hair was a bit longer since the last time you saw it. his face a bit scruffy, sporting a few new scars from the last deployment you had screamed at him for. your neighbor appeared behind him, tilting her head back as she pretended not to listen. you turned away, rubbing at your eyes as they got red. he took the silent invite and ran with it, stepping through and closing the door before your neighbor saw you vulnerable. always protecting you physically, even when he couldn't emotionally.

"im sorry. im so sorry it- i just-" you rubbed at your chest, an aching spot forming behind your rib cage. "shh dove, s'ok, yer ok." he reached for you and then stopped himself. he didn't get that privilege anymore. "i just hadn't seen you in so long and i thought you might have died and i missed you simon..." your voice cracked at his name, the taste of it so familiar. like a warm hot chocolate on a winter's day, a cool lemonade on a summer's night. "im a shitty person! you'd never do anything that shitty."

he chuckled. you, always idolizing him, making him out to be a golden boy when really he was rotting, a half-dead thing for you to play with. "showed up to yer apartment in the middle of the day an' called yer landlord to make sure you were in. what'dya call that?" a sob rose from your throat, the humor of what he said hitting you hard. "yeah that was pretty shitty." you nodded, rewarding him with a weak smile and a half-angry tone.

"i miss you. in my bones, si." his eyes were wet, crinkling in the leftover eye-black. "im here, dove. what'rya doin' friday?" you let out a sob again, covering your mouth. "i have a date." fuck, he'd kill him. he'd let johnny plant mines and put gaz on intelligence and ask price to redeem that one favor from a year ago. he'd make it look like an purposeful accident, a gas leak or a water heater explosion. something where even the man's family couldn't get any money. he ran his hands through his hair, a nervous tick he only showed in front of you.

"can't pretend to be happy for ya, dove. can't be a better man on this." and suddenly you were hugging him, hands reaching over his shoulders as you stood on familiar tiptoes. his hands automatically circled your waist, the feel of it engrained in his soul. something he could describe from memory. "lets just...stay here awhile. okay?" he nodded into your hair, breathing in that familiar scent. he had another chance at making you his wife and he wasn't going to lose it again.

i kinda want to write one of these for all of the 141?? we'll see.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod 141 #ghost call of duty #tornadothoughts #fluff #simon riley wife #angst #simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #cod ghost #ghost x reader #simon riley x female reader

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cookie-crumblr · 13 days

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Can I request Ezra with a gf who smokes weed almost 24/7?

HELL YESSSSS. 🍃❤️‍🩹🍃

CW: fem reader, POTHEAD GF READER, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, names against reader (slut), Weed smoking reader, knife play, bdsm, reader has tits(not described) not proof read. oral on f, permanent body marking, blood, reader has hair (not described, just enough to grab 😚) unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms overstim

Status: DATING!!

POTHEAD F!Reader!🥦✨

You’re passing around a bong, with some of Ezra’s gang, pregaming for a nice, fat, juicy, kush covered blunt with a dab center~ mm!

The big light is on but you had replaced it earlier with a spinning multicolored disco light, the stagnant smoke being danced on by the reds and pinks and blues adds to the fun atmosphere.

You’re already excited, feeling that familiar tickle in your belly, things are a lot funnier now… Ezra’s friends are actually pretty chill when you can actually get to know them.

You’re feeling a little more intimate too…

The door to your shared, currently smoke filled room flies open, “Get the fuck out” Ezra storms in grabbing bodies and tossing them out of the room.

“you better not mean me too.” You cross your arms ready to stand your ground, “i’m already locked in, plannin’ a green out. i wanna be breathin in manual by the end of next round.” you unscrew the lid on the thick glass tube.

“No.” He clicks his tongue, “of course i didn’t mean you.” He says in all seriousness. He’s scoffing as if he’s offended you’d think he’d ever throw you out.

You can’t help but laugh, it’s a belly laugh and it comes out like a dog barking.

*Click* flame sparks in front of you, and you rotate the thick fuzzy blunt and inhale as it starts to burn.

Ezra snatches it from your lips and throws himself onto the bed next to you, bouncing you. He inhales deeply.

He hands it back to you, and you instead take a puff from it while it’s still between his muddy-red bandaged fingers.

“You just wan’ me to burn you, don’t you?”

“You wouldn’t waste such a tasty looking blunt,” You stick your tongue out.

He flicks the still red hot ashes at you.

“Ah! Fuck off!” You jump and shimmy, dusting it back at him.

He chuckles and takes another long drag, then grabs you by the back of the throat, pulls you down in front of him and blows the smoke into your open mouth. “Smoke this. Alll of it. Now.” this time he shoves it into your hand.

You take it from him excitedly, and get to work. Even taking your time though, you cough A LOT. Ezra turns on a song you’ve both been listening to lately. You feel like you can see the beat in the smokey light show around you.

You realize suddenly that your room’s really gonna stink after this session. You get up to open a window but Ezra pulls you into his lap with his arms around your waist. He bites your shoulder hard and you cry out, your back arching in response.

Your body is so hot, and you’re so so wet… You can feel his thick cock pressed up against you. He shoves his hand into your pants and starts ravaging your clit. His other hand roughly bunches up fabric that’s in his way as he trails open mouthed kisses up your neck and covers you in more bites in between.

He pulls his hand out of your pants and digs around in his pocket, fishing out his switchblade.

“You know you love this, slut” the knife *Clinks* as it springs free, He cuts off your top and leaves the shredded fabric all around you. He climbs over you, your hands are up on either side of your spinning, cloud filled head.

His mouth roams hungrily over your body when you feel the cold metal press against your skin, you gasp!

He grabs your throat as his head moves down your body and drags the knife down with him, pressing it flatly into you and it feels like the serrated edges are scratching you, just the tiniest amount of pressure away from actually drawing blood.

He bunches up the fabric of your shorts and puts the blade in facing away from you. as you feel the coolness of the metal lain flat against your lips. It sends a shiver through you, you grab onto his arm in one hand, and a clump of the sheets in your other.

You don’t trust him.

But that’s part of the fun.

What if he does flip the blade around and cut you…?

“you’re soaked already.” He uses the knife to pull the crotch of your shorts away from you, you hear the fabric *riiiiiiiiiiiiip* against the edged blade.

Then the sharp tip of the blade is used to move your panties out of the way, when you feel it jab you, your leg spreads wider to move out of the way. “Ah!”

You close your eyes and feel like you’re a dancing faerie to the music, swaying your hips as you lay there in his grasp.

Your legs end up over his shoulders, and the knife against your hip as he brings his mouth to your center.

He flicks your clit with his tongue, and moves his hand down from your throat to your sensitive chest.

He fully flattens his long tongue against you, moving it in small lurching jumps, everytime has you twitching on him.

And now he’s massaging and smacking your tit. Squeezing it harshly and putting so much delicious pressure onto your poor, overstimulated, bud, before letting go to reel back and *Slap!* “MMf!” You whimper and shake.

Ezra dips the tip of his tongue into you and you both moan out. He pistons it into you, rubbing your clit with his nose and shaking his head into you as he goes. Fierce eyes locked with yours as your breathing becomes so shallow, it hurts after smoking so much! And now you’re super thirsty!

“E-Ezra!”

You come on his tongue with way too many thoughts in your head for his liking.

He flips you over and shoves himself in you up to the hilt. “AH!~” You yell feeling like he’s just bruised your guts! Oh~! it has your shuddering on his cock.

He forces your head down into the mattress, as he starts to punish your quim with his always brutal pace. The sounds of skin slapping against skin is even louder than the music.

He takes the knife in his hand again and trails it down your spine, pressing harder and harder until it breaks your skin. “Ah!!” You wine!

he drags it along slowly, carving something into your flesh, lighting up your senses even more. blood drips down your sides onto the comforter, tickling you as it does.

Too many sensations fill you along with being so fabulously freaking high, the room is spinning the opposite direction of the lights so you close your eyes.

The world you enter here is multicolored and vibrant. And filled to the brim with pleasure.

He picks your head back up by the hair and slaps your ass again, your eyes shoot open, mouth agape with whimpers and mindless moans spilling out.

He keeps ramming into you as he pulls out his phone from his pocket and holds it in front of your face.

You’re too fucked up to do anything but look like a hot mess. You hold up a peace sign as high as you can while still being fucked off kilter.

He gives a good hard thrust, and snaps a picture right at the peak! “MM!”

He throws the phone away in favor of slapping your ass again, on the already hot skin, “Ah!!”

“You take me s’ well, such a good slut” he pulls you closer to him using your hair, and then bites your back so hard you swear your skin is splitting.

In seconds his hips are slapping even harder into you and you feel his dick pulsing inside of you. Your walls squeeze him so perfectly as he shoots cum into you and keeps fucking you through both of your orgasms.

Semen and your own cum spills down your thighs. The slapping becomes even louder and messier, and he keeps fucking.

Nothing is running through your head anymore except the sensations.

He flips you over again, smearing blood from your back all over the comforter. He pulls your legs up over his shoulders and folds you in half. He’s bullying your cervix at this angle! Your guts have never felt better, and you know you’ll be feeling this for at least a week! “MMMFUCK!!”

He cums again. This time his hips sputter and he pulls out to paint your stomach and chest, some even hits your face, you try to catch some in your mouth for him.

“Good slut.” He slaps your ass one last time for good measure, and puts his fingers into you before bringing them to your lips.

You greedily taste both of you on his fingertips.

“Mmm~”

Note from cookie: Hai!! i hope y’all enjoyed!! an woah, dating Ezra as anything other than like innocent fem and he actually isn’t the WORST all of a sudden XD

guess who has mommy issuess~ 🙋🏻‍♀️✨

and so does Ezraaaaaa~

(also guess what he carved into you<3)

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disasterofastory · 1 year

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Hi! Do you do requests? If no you can ignore this! If yes,

I was thinking, since I’ve seen you write for Joel miller also, the reader gets into some sort of romantic relationship with Joel. They have some intimate time but she panics and they have to stop, which confuses Joel but it turns out the reader has been s*xually assaulted in the past, which was traumatic for her. The reader thinks Joel will leave her now bc a) she’s a fair amount of heads younger, and b) she panicked when they were intimate. Besides that Joel is not so good at talking about his feelings and stuff. Although he isn’t good at it, he surprises the reader by being sweet and staying with her?

I hope you don’t mind me asking anonymously, I’ve been through something similar and am not comfort with it yet. Anyways, thank you so much in advance if you’d want to write about this ❤️

Breath Joel Miller x Reader Warnings: panic attack, mention of sa, hurt/comfort

Summary: You are not ready for the next step and it's fine.

A/N: I'm sorry you had to go through it. I hope you will find some comfort in my story and thank you for your request. If I wrote something wrong/hurtful or anything similar please tell me and I will correct it. I didn't write anything specific, so it can be before or after the breakout, whatever you want.

You don't notice it at first. Your mind is too busy with Joel surrounding your every sense to see the obvious signs until it's too late.

You fall too fast and too hard.

"J-Joel," you say his name. Your voice is barely louder than a whisper and not nearly enough to make him stop. He is still on top of your, kissing down your neck and the soft curve of your shoulder. His lips are gentle, but it doesn't bring you comfort anymore. Even though he keeps his weight on his arms, he still becomes too heavy to the point you can't breathe. The air gets stuck in your burning lungs with every inhale and exhale. Your palms are warm and sweaty. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt. You want to push him away, but your muscles don't obey your command.

Panic presses against your ribcage.

"Joel!" You gasp. "Please, stop!" The words feel heavy as they roll down your tongue. Your kiss-swollen lips tingle with every syllable you form. Hearing your pleas, the man on you immediately pulls away until he is at your side, watching your trembling form with a mix of frown and confusion. "What's wrong, Y/N?" He asks. He doesn't know what to do. Your whole body shakes, and sweat rolls down your temple. Your gaze is glassy and terrified. "I'm sorry," you choke out. Tears escape your eyes until you feel their salty taste on your lips. "No," he says, sitting up. "Tell me what to do." "I-I don't know," you sniff. "I don't know." "Okay, okay," he breathes out. "Can I hold your hand? Can I touch you, Y/N?" After your nod, Joel intertwines his fingers with yours. Your hold is weak on his hand. "Breath, Y/N," he says. "Close your eyes for me, sweet girl, and breath." Your eyelids fall shut on their own accord. "That's right," he praises. His voice is a soft, warm rumble in the quiet house. "And now breathe in. Keep it in. That's right. Good girl. And out. Do it again for me. Breathe in. Good. You are doin' so well, Y/N. Don't stop. And out." You follow his every word obediently until you relax. Your muscles lose their tension, and the stretching feeling in your chest slowly but surely disappears. You still shake, but you don't care. Joel makes sure your focus is on him and on him only. "You are doing so good, Y/N," he says. "Don't stop, okay? I will go and get you some water. Don't open your eyes and continue breathin', okay? I won't go far. I leave the door open so you can hear me, but don't stop breathing, okay? In and out. Good girl."

In.

And out.

In.

And out.

In.

Out.

"Good girl," Joel hums. "How are you feelin'? Can you sit up?" You move slowly and carefully as the world comes back to you. You are still on the bed. Your back is against the wooden headrest. The cover is wrinkled around your legs. Your shirt is on the floor. "Do you want your shirt?" Joel asks when he follows your gaze. "Or do you want one of mine?" "Can I get yours?" You croak. "Of course, love," he says. "But drink it first, okay?" He adds, holding out a glass of water for you. "Thank you," you gasp between two gulps. "Do you want more?" He asks after a few seconds, exchanging the empty glass for a shirt you put on immediately. The soft fabric cocoons you into his familiar, musky scent and warmth. "No," you reply. "Thank you." "Don't thank me, Y/N," he says, putting down the glass and sitting down on the edge of the bed. He is far enough, so you don't feel crowded but not enough to make you feel bad or alone. "Do you need anythin' else?" "No," you shake your head with another deep breath. You feel tired but much better than a few minutes ago. Your chest is light, and you can move your limbs again. You are fine, you remind yourself. "Can you tell me what happened?" He asks carefully, watching your every reaction. "Did I do somethin' wrong?" "No," you shake your head. "Not you." "Then? What happened?" Joel has a guess, a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he doesn't want to bring it up if you don't. Whatever you tell him or don't is your choice. "I-" your breath hitches. "Uhm- Something happened… I-" The gears in your head creak and turn as you try to find the right words, but whenever you want to say it out loud, something stops you. The back of your eyes starts to burn, and your throat tightens. Joel moves closer, still watching your reaction. "Can I hold your hand?" Without answering, you reach out for him, holding onto his fingers. "I'm sorry." He frowns. "Why? You have nothing to be sorry for." "But-" You knew when you met the man in front of you that maybe you weren't ready for a relationship with intimacy, but you couldn't help yourself. You wanted his warm brown eyes, soft smile, and everything that came with him. "No buts," he says stubbornly, but you are stubborn too. And your fears are too big not to tell them. "But maybe you would be better with someone else," you tell him. Even the thought of Joel being with someone else breaks your heart, but you want to give him a chance. You don't want him to stay with you because he thinks you are too young and vulnerable. You want him but not his pity. Hearing your words, he scoffs, and the frown deepens between his thick brows. "I don't even want to hear about it, Y/N. Do you understand? I want you. And everything that comes with you." "Are you sure?" You ask, blinking the tears away from your eyes. Silence follows your words, but you know Joel better than misunderstand it. You know he has some trouble with words sometimes, and you don't hurry him. "Can I hold you?" He asks after a while, and when you nod, he crawls up next to you until he can curl his arm around your shoulders, and you rest your head on his chest. His scent fills your nostrils, and his heartbeat under your ear helps to keep your calm. "You have the reins, okay?" He asks after a while. "You dictate the pace. If you want to tell me somethin', I'm here, and if I do somethin' you don't like, you tell me, and I stop, okay?" "Thank you," you tell him, sliding your arm around his middle to hug him tighter. "Don't thank me, Y/N," he murmurs. His breath fans over the top of your head. "I'm here for you."

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #the last of us x reader #the last of us imagine

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Comfort (Ghost x GN!Reader)

I normally have no drive to write about Ghost but I wrote a small drabble about a week ago that I just had to flesh out. There is more to this but I feel it would be more appropriate to post it as a separate part. I hope y'all enjoy!

Aquila is just a codename, it means Eagle in Latin. I just thought it was cute because it was the nickname my Latin teacher gave me for class in high school.

This does not contain NSFW content

There aren't many men you let see you like this. Even fewer you would actively sit with as you wade through the silent but turbulent waves of your emotions. It was always the hardest after a mission. When the adrenaline that had you standing up on Everest eventually let you nosedive into the ocean after the rocks give way underneath you. It wasn't always bad, a jog to clear your head was enough to stave off the plummet. Other times, there was nothing that could help, you just had to let yourself float along. The comforting heat and pressure of another’s back pressed to yours was enough to keep you grounded though, and the nicotine filling your lungs allowed jittering nerves to settle into a comfortable buzz beneath your skin.

“Still breathin’ Aquila?” Ghost’s gruff voice rumbled from behind you before pulling another audible drag from his own cigarette. The question was metaphorical, he could easily feel every pull and release of air from your lungs through the muscles of your back pressed to his. However, he knew you too well. After being on and off the field with you for years he could read you like a book.

“What makes any salad a Caesar salad?” The question made you turn from your thoughts and raise an inquisitive brow. He must have felt he had your attention because he was quick to drop the punch.

“As well as I'll ever be able to Ghost.” The humor in your voice was dry like a desert but it made him scoff nonetheless. That tone told him all he needed to know. The two of you were alike in similar but different ways after all. Both scarred by trauma that ran root deep. It made you an ocean, able to bring joy and comfort with the same waters that pull others to its darkest depths. His made him a mountain. Steady, strong, forever standing through tumultuous storms. He was deadly though, quick to burry you under tons of rock or let the cliffs crumble under you. It's the reason you two pulled towards one another like a set of magnets. It was also why he found himself with you right now instead of brooding alone.

“Stabbing it twenty-three times.”

There was a short pause as you processed the joke.

“...That was horrible.”

“Got ya to react didn't it?” Nothing could have stopped the choked snort that left your nose. He always does this when he sees you getting too far into your thoughts. You've noticed it's his way of trying to lighten the mood or keep someone from spiralling too far. Regardless of how dark the jokes can get. A smile was quick to spread across your face for the first time since landing this morning.

“Spose you're right about that.” You stubbed out the last bit of your cancer stick and swiveled yourself to look out at the tarmac-covered base you get to call home. There were a few soldiers doing rounds due to night watch but it was an otherwise quiet night. You would even call it peaceful but you’d hate to jinx it. Ghost took his time in turning to look out at base with you; adjusting his balaclava to cover his face like usual after giving a final exhale of gray smoke.

“Thank you for sitting with me Simon, means a lot.” Though your words were a whisper, the gratitude lined with thinly veiled affection was clear in your voice. You couldn't see it due to the face covering but hearing it made him smile. Small moments like this are what make his heart try to flutter against the tight hold of his will.

“You're welcome (y/n)…now go to bed.” His command was met with an amused huff as you slowly rose from the ground and stretched, various parts of your body popping in protest. You’d think your joints would be less stiff considering your stretch and run around 1600, but you weren’t getting any younger you guess.

“Getting rid of me that quick? How cruel.” The faux pout on your lips made Ghost raise a blonde eyebrow in amusement. He could never get rid of you. He wanted you around too badly, craved your presence too much. He has never had the guts to say it out loud; despite working together for well over a year now. Why? Well fear was a big reason, he has already lost so many of the people he loves. Losing you would be another nail in his coffin.

“Need my alone time.” You nodded in spite of the longing you felt, you never have enjoyed leaving his side. However, everyone requires some form of alone time, and Ghost treasures his more than most.

“I understand, but ring if you need me, okay? I'm always here.” With that you strode to the building's door, opening it and slipping inside. As you began heading towards your room; you couldn't help but wish you had x-ray vision. You wanted to look back and see if his gaze still lingered on where you once were.

Unbeknownst to you he was doing exactly that. The man was down bad, and he knew it.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #x reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #x male reader #call of duty modern warfare #simon riley x you

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astaroth1357 · 11 months

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Allergies:

*it's getting late at the HoL and Satan still hasn't returned home yet. Lucifer has called in MC and Mammon to start up a small search party when the demon in question finally walks through the front door*

MC: Satan!! *they jog over to him quickly and trap him in their arms, burying their face into his chest before letting go*

MC: There you are! We were getting uh- w-worried...! *MC puffs a bit of air out of their nose and frowns* Huh...

Satan: I was just running a little late. I'm... hm? MC? Is something wrong...?

MC: Uhm... *they rub their nose, which is already starting to feel unbearably itchy, with the back of their hand and frown harder* Satan... did you pass by a-? A-cho!

*Satan's stomach drops*

Satan: Oh... Oh no.

MC: Achoo! AchOo! acHOO!!! *MC covers their nose behind their sleeve as they keep sneezing and the other brothers leap into action*

Lucifer: Satan!! I told you if you play with cats you have to wash off first!!

Satan: I'm barely through the door!! I always remember, I just forgot to warn them this time!

Mammon: *right next to their human as they keep sneezing up a fit* SATAN, YOU POISONED MC!! Come on, man!!

MC: ACH-OO! N-...ot poison!- ACKHOO!! Just-*wheeze*-allergies...!

*as their eyes start to puff up and their throat tightens, Mammon curses and digs in his pockets until he pulls out their spare inhaler and some Benadryl. He practically forces them into their hands out of sheer urgency*

Mammon: Stay with us, MC!! Keep breathin'!

MC: Not! *wheeze*...dying. Yet...

*MC takes a hit of their inhaler while their first man frantically pushes them off to their private bathroom for a shower, shouting to Lucifer to bring a glass of water. You'd think MC walked into a vat of chemicals and had mere seconds to live*

Lucifer: *glares a Satan and points down the hall* Bathe. Change. Now.

Satan: *actually swallows his anger for just this once out of guilt and sighs in defeat*

Satan: Alright... But just for MC's sake. Not because you told me to.

Lucifer: *eyes narrow* With that attitude, you'll be seeing no cats for week.

Satan: That's inhumane and you know it, you monster!!

#mammon being a real one #and carrying all your lifesaving meds #also why i can't actually date satan #cats could kill me #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me scenarios #obey me nb #obey me nightbringer

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Bambi

Pairing: Baekhyun x f! reader

Genre: Angst, Yandere, Dark Fantasy

Warnings: Stalking, possessiveness, restraining acts with chains, knife and blood, obsessive behaviors.

W.C: 3.1k

Note: Thanks for joining the event. thanks to the ones enjoying my works and your reviews are always appreciated and feel free to interact with me.

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Request from @anyamaris

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*under the cut*

“I will be home soon.” Walking through the streets late at night is a relief to you to get some peace and air of comfort. The bell sounds brings your attention towards a house and suddenly a train moves past through the tracks alongside the road. You got startled and your wide eyes looks around to see if anybody noticed you in that situation.

No one is around you, you sigh in relief and went towards your home, putting the phone in your pocket.

A smile appears in shadows. A gloved hand adjusted the hat on top of head to hide the face properly. The shadowed figure whispered,

“My Bambi.”

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“Uh….”

Waking up in a dark room filled with the scents of different flowers; all of your favourite. The essence of these variety flowers is making your drowsy state more helpless. You can’t remember what happened to you before being in such a state.

“Help me…”

Rubbing your eyes, you realized that the room has dim light sources from the only candles placed on various light stands all around the room. You tried to sit up when you found yourself on a floor which is so shiny as if you are laying on a mirror because it can perfectly reflect your presence on it. Leaning sideways and balancing your weight on two hands, your attempt to sit on the floor is a success. Lifting up one of your hands to remove the hairs falling over your face to tug them behind your ears earned a groan of pain from you. Your hands feeling so heavy that caused your wrist to ache and then you found the cause for the happening. Hands are tied up in chains connected to the chains tying up your leg, the other end of the chain is getting dispersed into the dark corner of the room.

“Why am I tied with chains? Who even tied me up?”

Thinking hard to remember what happened to you in last moments.

Several memories popped up starting from morning when you found a letter and a bouquet at the front door like everyday. You were giggling to the sweet words and the praises written all over the letter, the sender ended the letter with a signature which can be read as BAMBI. You were sure it is from your boyfriend, the boy you are dating for last six months. Oh! He is such a sweetheart, his love for you is more than you have ever wanted from someone.

The memories flash forward to the evening when you were returning from a long day of work to your apartment to finally take rest. You were on a call with someone maybe your boyfriend when a figure with all in black came up to you suddenly. You didn’t hear anyone coming in that lonely road then how come this person is suddenly standing before you. Face was hidden due to the black panama hat and the extended hand towards you was covered with tight black leather gloves. The person was in all black attire maybe that was only possible for you to recognise because in that dark street with insufficient light to distinguish colors that was only how you could recognise it.

“What?....”

your head is aching with all these memories flashing on. Now the worst part is that you can’t remember what happen after that scene. You are trying hard to think, the headache causing you to close your eyes in pain. Your breathing is heavy and your whole body is paining. Your hands are not enough strong to keep your balance for any longer. No. You have to be strong, you need to figure out how to escape this place wherever you are and then you can think later about what could have possibly happened to you.

After three times of breathing practices, your panic settles down. Being in somewhat a little bit stable state, you looked around the place. The room is really dark, only the places where the candle lights can reach to is lit and visible, where the rest are mysteriously dark. You can feel that you are situated in the middle of a room, to your front there is a black curtain hanging from the ceiling covering the whole wall only leaving the sides for two very old vintage closets on either side to be palced. On your two sides, the walls have different kinds of hanging candle holders and various shelves and tables with things decorated on top of them which are barely visible. Turning your head to take a look of your back, its too dark that side and your chains are ending to that side.

You pulled the chains to see if the other end is fixed or not and to your dismay the action made loud jiggling sounds of the chains which echoed in the dark room.

“Haha…ha ha ha…” a laugh followed the sound of chains. Your eyes flash fear and a shiver run down your body on realizing that there is one more presence inside the room. So, all your actions till now were observed by someone and you didn’t know of it. This made you feel cautious and your hands automatically braced yourself and you pulled your knees inwards to your chest, sitting now facing the direction of the voice. The chains moving in a rhythm as if someone on the other side is playing with them. Heavy footsteps approaching you which made you close your eyes for not having the courage to face what is coming next.

Again, the person laughed, totally mocking your current state. You can hear a lot of chain sounds and ‘click’, something gets locked. The person’s voice is now much closer than before and so in the effect, your heart is racing too fast that it might burst out and cause an explosion then and there.

“Open your eyes my love.”

He is near you. Wait. He is totally in front of you, you can hear the footsteps stopped near you. The voice belongs to a man and your ears are blessed to hear such a smooth and honey like voice, even calling out for you. Slowly you parted your eyelids, revealing your glossy eyes to the man.

Is this real? Is this man real? The smile is so heavenly, no doubt that voice came out from these pretty lips. Oh no wait. This attire and the hat, your eyes scanning all over the figure in front of you and on realization you tried to scoot back. The chains didn’t help your attempt.

“Who are you?”

The man chuckled. Why is everything funny to this man? He has now sitter himself on his folded knees and one hand checking whether the chains are tied tightly or not, your eyes followed the chain and there is the other end locked in a hook on the wall. The other hand on his side seems like he is holding something.

“Why am I here?”

You are getting impatient to hear his explanation to keep you here like this even in this condition. He scoots near to you when his other hand revealed holding a shiny object. No no no. That’s a knife. Is he going to kill you?

“Are you going to kill me?” your voice is cracking in fear.

“My baby is so impatient.” He chuckled. The voice is so sweet and it can really hipnotis someone including you.

“I’m not your baby.”

He is literally keeping you like an animal who needs to be tamed and then also calling you with nicknames.

“You are being a bad girl again love.” Your eyes falling where he is playing with the knife, candle lights falling on the knife reflecting your fear in the room of mysterious dark.

“Stop with your names. Tell me who are you. Why am I here even tied up like this?” You are literally shouting at this point. Tears coming out in a flow and you are jerking your hands and legs to atleast get rid of those restraints.

“Oh. We can go slowly. One question at a time.”

He stands up in his position and now you are getting his overall look. He is wearing a black fedora coat with matching pant and a white shirt inside with a black tie visible perfectly in middle. His face is still hidden, if only it was not hidden then you could have tried to recognize this person.

Suddenly, the chandelier above you lit up and now the room is a bit more visible to you except the man’s face.

“Can you guess my name love?” He is smiling at you. Walking over to his previous place near you.

Glancing at the knife in his hand, you gulped and replied “……no”.

“Oh!” he pouts at you. “I am Baekhyun but you can call me candy.” He laughed at his own words.

“Baek-baekhyun?” you are trying to think if you have heard this name before or even have encountered someone who goes by this name.

“Thanks love. I like the short name. Call me Baek if you want.” You glared at him. In one of the corners situated a small brown couch, he walked with quiet footsteps over there and sat down with cross legs.

“What am I doing here?”

“You are safe here.”

“I don’t need any safety when I was already safe in first place.”

“No. Bad people are all out there. They will take you away from me.”

“What are you even saying?”

He suddenly stood up. Slow steps nearing your weak frame on the floor. Looking around for any object to throw at him which can at least hurt him and prevent him to approach you. In his way, he took off his hat and placed it on top of the table at the side of the couch. Revealing his beautiful face with jet black hairs and flawless baby face. His look is ethereal to belong to a criminal like him. His eyes seem like holding two diamonds in each hole with his precious smile resting on his face.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me.”

“You are keeping me tied up here without any particular reason and you are telling me not to fear you. Also, holding a damn knife in your hand.” Your teary eyes looking up at his face.

You pleaded, “Please let me go.”

“Bambi……my only Bambi…… my love.” He is getting lost in your eyes, in your glossy eyes which seems like the brightest star to him right now. Always.

Bambi? This. You have heard this before. Oh wait! Those flowers. Those letters. Those Candies.

“You…you…he…letters….” He grins widely when you mentioned about letters.

“Did you like them? Oh yes of course. The way you always giggle when reading them and one hand busy eating those candies. Thanks for always decorating those flowers at the places I like them the most.”

You are shocked to know this truth. All this time you thought that those are all given by your boyfriend and he didn’t ever mention it because maybe he wants to keep it like that. But you were totally wrong, that was him, the man standing before you.

“How do you know?”

“I can’t miss to see you even when you are home.”

“What the……”

“Hell? I am from there. Thank you. Fuck? Well maybe we can but later.” He is scooting near to you to come face to face with you.

“Go away. Let me go. Don’t come near to me.”

“I can’t do that when you are my favorite person.” His hands tracing your face, eyes admiring your face. Brushing your hairs away to take a better look at your beauty. His other hand brings up the knife and traced over your cheeks which cuts you a bit.

“I don’t want to be your favorite person. You are a psycho.” You shouted at him.

“You are so precious baby even your shouts sound like a melody to me.”

Jerking your body so much causing pain to shoot over to your hands and legs, this effects to cause deep purple marks over the skin near the tied-up places.

Blood flowing down your cheek and the cold knife placed on your other cheek cutting similarly as before. He is still smiling while looking at you. You are silently sobbing with eyes shut tightly and hoping someone to rescue you from here.

“The day I locked my eyes with you at the café. I knew, I have to keep this bambi eyes all to myself. The owner of these starry eyes should be kept in a safe place.” Blood oozing out of the cut is getting mixed with the tears falling from your eyes. Wiping the blood with one finger, he brings it near his eyes and admires it.

“Doesn’t this look like a melted Ruby. The stars falling from your eyes and the red velvety liquid from your skin mixing together to form this ruby.” Your eyes slowly open to respond him. Your cheeks are burning and your nails are digging on the shiny floor.

“Please, it hurts.”

“It hurts me too.” He stopped smiling and put the knife aside. “It hurts me too when I see you smiling without me, when I am not the cause of your precious smile. It hurts when you are laughing at something when I can give more things which can be funnier. It hurts me when you are holding hands with someone and that’s not me. IT HURTS EVERYTIME WHEN THE THINGS WHICH ARE KEEPING YOU HAPPY IS NOT ME.” He shouts in the end of the sentence.

Your sobs become audible on the impact of the shout and noticing it, he pulls you in a hug and caressing your back and hairs. The smell of his cologne is so soothing and it’s giving you comfort but this is literally wrong, it should not be so comforting when coming from a criminal, moreover a psycho.

“it’s okay love. I will not shout at you. It’s okay, don’t cry.” These words causing you to cry more because you are missing your boyfriend.

“I want to go home. Please……”

“But this is your home.” He said softly, placing a kiss on your head.

“No……. I want to go back to my own life where I can be all by myself and with him.”

“Him?” He holds you tighter before releasing to grip your forearms to make you face him.

“There is no him. You are my Bambi, my one and only precious Bambi and you love candies the most so I am your Candy.” He is having an evil glint in his eyes but quickly returns back to his soft appearance.

“No, I’m Y/N. I’m not your Bambi.”

“You are so funny my love.” He puts a hand inside the pocket of his coat to bring out a handkerchief and wipes your tears and blood. He gives you his little smile and put away the hanky aside. Again, repeating the previous action but now took out some different kinds of your favorite candies and chocolates. Your lost eyes and confused mind staring at him as to why out of so many other girls, he chose you when you just look like an ordinary girl beside other girls who are way more beautiful.

“Why me? I’m not that special.”

He chuckles at you while looking down at the candies. Bringing up the hand to pat your cheeks, he leans forward to kiss your forehead. He sits on the floor before you facing the curtained wall and pulls you on his lap with your back leaning to his chest. Held in an unknown man’s embrace, who is also the one keeping you captive makes you stiff in your place.

“You know, why have I kept the room dark?” silently and slowly you move your head side to side.

“Look at your reflection on the floor because of the candle lights. Its looking so nice. The bright lights will not allow me to admire your beauty like the way these candle lights with dim effects reflecting your beauty. I want your beauty to be the brightest light in this room and your eyes “, holding chin, he makes you face him. He is bending a bit forward, he smiles at you, “Your eyes to be the brightest star.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“To keep you safe of course. Trust me I can be the best person to you forever.”

“I don’t even know you and also you don’t know me then how can you expect me to trust you?”

“Oh love, I know you a lot more than you can ever imagine.” His other hand sliding up and down your forearms and side frames. This giving you chills all over your body.

Hand holding your chin moves to his other pocket to bring out a small remote and when he clicks it. The curtains covering the wall move aside and you look over there. Your eyes go wide in shock when realizing what’s on that wall.

Your pictures, every picture showing all types of your emotions. Pictures including of you practicing a dance cover of your favorite group, slipping on the floor, crying on the sofa while watching a drama to the ones where you are wearing your favorite dress and going to work, eating ice cream, going to date with your boyfriend but only you in the frame. There is countless of pictues which you yourself can’t even recall from where they are. You felt a kiss on top of your head.

“Do you like it?”

“How? This can’t be real.”

He chuckles, “This is very real.”

“No……..”

He turns your face towards him to take a look of your shocked eyes. He waited a bit before speaking up, “You know why you are my Bambi?”

“……”

“A deer when comes near to a car in front of the headlights, their eyes, those Bambi eyes look the brightest gem under the dark sky.”

Cupping your face in his hands, he places a soft kiss on your quivering lips, “You look exactly like that deer. Every night when I had followed you in shadows, under those street lights whenever you were afraid, those Bambi eyes looked the brightest star. They looked like mine to keep safe.”

He placed a candy inside your mouth. On realization, you wanted to throw it but he closed your mouth with pressing his palm over your lips tightly. Your eyes looked in fear towards him. He kissed your head and smiling adorably at you. Your heavy eyes slowly closing while staring at his smiling lips, the first thing of this man you noticed back then.

“Sleep my love, My Bambi.”

[Expected something horny? Nah nah nah. Let it be like this.]

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blueiight · 4 months

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IWTV E4 “A Ruthless Pursuit of Blood with All a Child’s Demanding.” Claudia discussing how it feels to escape poverty to being adopted into wealth, struggling in her existence without peers even during her second childhood and how she does not even care to have the veneer of mortal manners around Louis’s family, what Charlie as her last peer meant to her, and her mortal upbringing prior to Lestat + Louis.

And I realized, what I thought was Heaven was just some nice room. And what I thought were angels were really hell demons.

Uncle Les and Daddy Louis were rich. They had nice clothes and a nice auto carriage and a funny way of being nice to each other.

I gotta go to bed when the rest of the world wakes up, so there's less kids to play with...

Daddy Lou said I had been away from people too long. I didn't know how to behave right anymore. But Uncle Les said, I behaved just fine.

Diary, his name is Charlie. He's got veins like rivers. They flow right down his arms. …Charlie's death ushered in one of the darkest eras in our lives. The oh-so-delicate balance of our oh-so-delicate household was shattered. For Claudia, all humans died with Charlie.

And, diary, you'd think a girl whose mama died in childbirth... whose daddy gave her away to a mean old auntie who beat her 'cause no one said she couldn't, who died in a fire but came back by the blood magic of two demons, well, you'd think that girl wouldn't know what funny was. But you'd be wrong, diary. And if I told you, dumb diary, that that same girl was being raised to kill like her demon parents did, to take two souls a day so she could stay in the same flat-chested, hairless-crotched 14-year-old baby doll body as her mind and spirit turn 19, 20, 25, 63, 358, you dumb, dumb diary, I bet you'd say to anyone who'd listen, "Fun? Fun? How does she even get up in the morning?" Well, let me tell you something, you stuck-up, flower-covered, three-dollar fancy fսcking paper diary, I'm doin' just fine. (diary pages read aloud as Claudia self harms at the end of e4)

IWTV E5 “A Vile Hunger for Your Hammering Heart”. Claudia discussing her life/reckoning with the fate of her premature existence.

"Dear Diary, am I gonna be a virgin every single time I do it? Won't my skin down there grow back like my hair does when I cut it?"

Who am I supposed to love? You two have each other. Who's my Lestat? Who's my Louis? I’m not human. What human would want me? Perverts? Like the uncle at the roomin' house who used to watch me pee? Or little boys? And 40 years from now... still little boys? How are you gonna fix it, huh?… (turns to Louis) [Lestat] treats us like shit and you just take it! And you, [turns to Lestat] cruel as the devil ever made, to deny me one love when you’ve got two.

[Talking to Louis in her room after the confrontation at the dinner table] I remember the night I was made, the fire chokin' me, you carryin' me out through the flame and the smokes. But then why'd you take me home? Why not a hospital? …. But I was breathin'! Maybe I'd have a handsome husband by now. Or maybe he'd be plain but with a good disposition. That'd be fine, too. I'd be sweepin' floors, makin' dinners, nursin' babies. Maybe I'd go to church. You think on that some.

How does Claudia react after her rape? She exhibits textbook behaviors.

Co-dependency.

I spend time following Louis and Lestat now that I am my own woman... with no obvious sense of why I follow them, other than meaning slowly disintegrates without them...My companions in immortality.

but wait.. u might ask: doesn’t this contradict what she said years earlier in this same episode about wanting ‘her own Lestat and Louis’? is this Louis or Armand somehow forging Claudia’s diary? or is this a rape victim shortly after the actual experience struggling with her emotional+ mental state and in that frame of mind going back to the immortal family she finds to be a more familiar sort of ‘evil’ than the unknown vampire that raped her, especially after witnessing Louis weep over the grave Grace made of him? to Claudia here, being Louis’s ‘sister’ is balm put onto a bleeding wound.

Hypervigilance over her wider situation ad an Enmeshment with Louis, as they both have endured incredibly traumatizing events (with Claudia being raped + shortly after, witnessing Louis being beaten) and are without Lestat for six years following the end of E5 picking up the pieces. it is Claudia who tends to Louis in his most vulnerable here, and Louis struggles with that, wanting to be ‘her knight in vengeful black’ in return.

She's grown very protective of me. That's what this is. It's why it's hard. She came back altered when she left us. There's a darkness in her that wasn't there before. Give her a little time. [Louis is trying to appease Lestat here in their ‘compromise’, but there is a key bit of truth in his observations here.]

Claudia learned very early on, as early as E4 when Louis asked her mentally about Charlie, how to block her mind off from Louis. and with her traumatic experiences, its all but said that hypervigilance protects her mind further (as shown in the S2 trailer when Armand comments on it). When Lestat steals her from off the train, he also threatens her:

Because if you try this again, Claudia, I won't snap your leg, defile your pocket, and zoom off on a motorbike. I'll turn your bones to dust.

Is it any wonder Claudia draws the comparison to Bruce when she talks to Louis, especially when Louis in the season finale plays the role of a honey trap to the very same lover who almost ‘killed Louis’, as Claudia [and Daniel alike] frame the ending of E5 as abuse + attempted murder, as Claudia seethes , is ‘done enduring?’ and just before she creates her own murder plan:

Or did you kill him, like you did Antoinette, and how you tried to do with Louis?

I have to wonder why, over a year from airing, blogs and reviews claiming to be dedicated to the series rehash the most juvenile questions that the episodes themselves directly answer? How can S2 spec or complex discussion occur, if callout PSAs shutting down any sort of canon-compliant discussion is the way to go? If people constantly exhibit their refusal to meet the show where its at and engage the material for what it is, where can we go from here? AMC IWTV is very didactic. ‘The absence of metaphor is striking’. Yet for all the waxing about loving ‘fucked-up gothic romance’, there is a willful ignorance in understanding where & what makes the situation fucked up to begin with. Or even an interest in understanding the basics of the setting!

#yn.#family from hell #iwtv #claudia

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weaselle · 1 month

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actually after adding this story to another post i got so mad i'm making it a separate post

when i was a kid in a musical production of Peter Pan I got a largish role which was awesome, but i was already self conscious about my voice and during rehearsals for one of the songs the director came up onto the stage squinting like he had a mouth full of lemon juice and stalked up and down in front of us until finally he zeroed in on me and had us all stop singing and then had just me alone sing a couple lines and nodded and said "yeah, you don't sing anymore, just mouth the words silently" and then told the kids on either side of me to sing a little louder to cover it...

and no amount of knowing logically that he was wrong for doing that has helped me overcome my fear of singing in front of people after that

and there have been some other times people (looking at you, mother) have said things to similar effect

the real hell of it is, i'm like... i have a lot of songs in me. i'm constantly writing original songs that i'm too afraid to sing for anyone

here are a few. they each have a specific melody.. I wish you could hear them

i don't feel like complainin' 'bout my life today and i ain't got a lot to brag about so i'm just usin' this music to keep movin' and i don't mind if i'm a part of your show so look at life all over and it can be rough if gettin' is your goal you won't get enough but i got me and i'm free an' warm spinnin' and grinnin' in the eye of the storm

i don't need to be winnin' while i'm gamin' and i don't feel like a losin' man no winnin' or losin' i guess that leaves playin' and i don't mind if i'm a part of your band

they say this race of rats is crazy it's dog eat dog they need a sheep to be a workhorse and go whole hog well i'm no genius most of the time but at least i can be nobody's fool but mine

at least i can be! nobody's fool but mine

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I don’t care … I don’t care if this minute is our last you can bet I’ll be living it before I let it past

(repeat)

Plan in command like a band with a marching tune, dooming our duo when you go embarking soon, damn I’m just glad that we had this hot interlude, hoping we’ll pause and not stop ‘cause I’m into you! checking the phone when alone for the text – that gives me this feeling I’m reeling I’m blessed – the sex is appealing for real but the rest of the sum of your parts makes my heart beat its chest

I don’t care … I don’t care if this minute is our last you can bet I’ll be loving it before I let it past

(repeat)

a decade ago we met lost and were friends christened our roads and then crossed them again we played and we dated like it ain’t a thing but lately our hook-up is more than a fling the two of us truly unduly effected - direction of goals that we hold gonna wreck it but check it I’m with it I’m livin’ it reckless to be where you’re breathin’ is leavin’ me breathless

I don’t care … I don’t care if this minute is our last you can bet I’ll be loving you before I let it past

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I went to bed lonely, found waking I’d only held dreams of you… In Dreamland I dwelt, but those feelings I felt still seem so true… I dreamt you still wanted me, that’s what’s still haunting me deep in my heart… though awake I believe in the many good reasons we’re keeping apart…

I cry diamonds! I weep songs of may never be I cry gemstones! each one a good memory each action taken, all of the fine bad and more I’d never trade them, these tears are my dragon’s hoard

I’m happy to see you, I knew that would be true our love never could end… I would swear an oath, this is best for us both and you’re still my good friend… but some nights my soul just doesn’t feel whole when I’m not by your side… so I add to and hold, all the jewels and the gold that I’ve already cried…

I cry diamonds! I weep songs of may never be I cry gemstones! each one a good memory each action taken, all of the fine bad and more I’d never trade them, these tears are my dragon’s hoard

So I’ll seek out adventure, eventually enter a time. when. I… leave this treasure heap, spread my wings and leap into the sky… I’ve dreams I believe in but please know that even when I. reach. them… I’ll visit these memories, loving and tenderly holding each gem..

I cry diamonds! I weep songs of may never be I cry gemstones! each one a good memory each action taken, all of the fine bad and more I’d never trade them…

these tears are my dragon’s hoard

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i wanna go off… i’ll go on the run- i wanna go big… go off like a gun they tell me come on just do as i’m told stop dreaming of hot find joy in this cold but i want the heat (oh yes) i want to feel warm! don’t want to repeat (this mess) don’t want to conform

still i pay my taxes i jump through the hoops it never relaxes: life lived in a loop

I want to go off… go off like a gun! a bright shooting star- as hot as the sun

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my best my best is what i give i never rest i never live but i don’t die i try to grip this liquid life inside my fist is this a test what must i learn if this is hell oh well i’ll burn and use my body as a meal is this what godly beings feel?

so come the worst i’ll curse and taaaake it if i don’t try this life is waaaaasted I’ll struggle puzzled cold and naaaaaaked and hold to hope that i will maaaake it and if i don’t then may my bones out in the garden over-grown be turned into some little home for those as lost and as alone

the stars all wheel over head it’s always heal or be dead i must i know let go of dread and trust my questing steps instead

the day will play and i will daaaance it i’ll set my bet down and i’ll chaaaaance it with danger hurtful flirt romaaaaaaantic make my own wish, insist i graaaaant it

my best my best is what i give i never rest but do i live still i don’t die i try to grip this liquid life inside my fist…

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i said i'm a tramp hobo and bum an' one mean son an' that's okay i said i'm a tramp i know but lovin' keeps on comin' my-y way

some times i'm just a drifter who's down on his luck but a smile from the Lady tips my own lips up!

down and out i ain't got nothin' but my laugh and my tough an' my-y name down and out my main skill bluffin' it's enough in thi-is game

my rhymes are just a whistle i'm hummin' along but with some help from the Lady i can sing this song!

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maybe i'll find a singer or some musicians to partner up with

#song #songs #song master list #poem #poetry #all songs are poems i guess

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neteyamb · 1 year

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ashes to ashes: chapter one

pairing: loak x f!omatikaya reader

summary: as a healer, y/n had taken an oath to treat every patient with their best interests in mind. this hadn’t been a problem, until loak’s petty injuries become a routine. she has to swallow her pride and feign concern, feign kindness, and face the ugly hate that has been brewing between them for years.

tags: enemies to lovers, best friend kiri because i love her, eventual angst

word count: 1.1k

notes: i’m desperate for more loak x reader slowburns on this app. this is my first fic! (i gotta use this english degree for something lmfao) i cant do summaries but i want him so bad you guys

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billie bossa nova: love when it makes you lose your bearings / it might be more of an obsession / you better lock your phone / and look at me when you're alone / won't take a lot to get you goin' / i'm sorry if it's torture though / that heavy breathin' on the floor / i’m yours, i'm yours

nova – a star that suddenly increases its light output tremendously and then fades away to its former obsurity

you had known loak since you were four years old. he would scoff at your small achievements and be quick to retort with one of his own. if you climbed a particularly intimidating tree, he’d climb higher. if you had perfect aim with your bow, he’d rush to shoot at your target first. he antagonized you at every corner, and you quickly grew to hate him in return. his taunting voice was acid in your ears as it ghosted down your spine. when the two of you were twelve, you had gotten into your first physical fight. he yanked at your tail, and you did the same to his queue. by the time jake had found you, you were both covered in dirt and had tumbleweeds for hair, leaves sticking out haphazardly. you had gotten chewed out good for that, all the while sharing scowls with eachother across the room. now, you weren’t an ungracious woman; it didn’t matter who started it, but you’ll be damned if he gets the last blow.

at nineteen, loak’s shoulders had filled out and his scrawny frame became a sinewy, looming presence. you two would orbit around eachother, clashing periodically–inevitably. it wasn’t pretty, it was rather captivating like a car crash; addicting to watch the insults bounce off eachother like sparks. it was jarring to others at first; the way your usually reserved and civil manner morphed rapidly into something unruly, uncontainable. you were sure he got satisfaction from this, sometimes catching the twitch of a mocking, almost-smile at the corner of his lips at the thought of you losing face infront of a crowd. you had attempted to reel yourself in on countless occasions, but his teasing, expectant gaze was all the more infuriating. one day, you swore to yourself, you’d wipe the gratification off his face and hold it hostage as your own.

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you rose from your hammock in the early hours of the morning. healing the injured and unwell, waiting on their every ailment with eager and tender hands, didn’t necessarily strike you as a career path you wanted to go down, but the cards were dealt that way; the RDA was steadily seeping into the edges of omatikayan territory, and there was a pressing need for helping hands on the sidelines. as an apprentice healer, you mainly spent your time preparing various ointments for the warriors on the frontlines. this meant you first had to gather the ingredients, most of which grew deeper in the forest than most bothered to venture to. kiri was an exception, spending her early teenage years finding solace in branches far from hometree. it naturally became a routine for you to head out with her in search of plants with healing properties. she would watch you intently over your shoulder, smiling quietly to herself as you handled the flora with delicate, yet expert hands. as the dawn bled into the clouds above, you headed over to her hut, now knowing the path like the back of your hand.

“y/n!” her face split into a grin when she saw you standing in the entrance. you felt your lips lilt to match the expression of your best friend. you notioned wordlessly to the gathering basket in your arms, taking care not to startle tuk from her sleep. as you walked the forest floor together, you easily slipped into animated conversation about your elders. “i actually think maiya’s got it out for me, she rarely lets me work with the wounded. i’ve gotta be on my best behaviour so she doesn’t rip me a new one.” kiri snorted, bumping your shoulder lightly. “keep your chin up, maybe she’s waiting for your prince charming to waltz in with a missing arm.” once you reached your destination, you crouched to your knees, resting on the balls of your feet to harvest the plants.

satisfied with your diverse collection of leaves and flowers, you return to hometree just before noon, making a beeline towards the healing hut. maiya greets you with her lips pressed into a thin line, humming while you begin to sort your pile on the counter. as you grind the juice from a large alocasia leaf with a wooden mortar and pestle, loak enters the hut with his ears low and hands at his side, clasping them repeatedly like he didn’t know what to do with them. you offer him a brief frown and peer over at your elder, who decidedly doesn’t pause her task for his unceremonious entrance. you place the pestle down and bite your tongue, begrudgingly motioning for him to sit on the mat. his shoulder carries a small gash, and you notice there is a bruise forming on his ribcage. “fell down a hill. fix it up.” he bristles, feeling your heavy gaze roam his body. you wanted to laugh in his face, jeer at his crude appearance, but without this position you’d be lost and unknown to the clan. loak, on the other hand, had his duties made clear from birth–handed to him. you envied the clarity of his future.

loak watches as you gingerly apply the medicine, stomach knotting at the feeling of your slender hands on his shoulder. your eyes burn his skin, and he restlessly fidgets in his seat. “stop moving, jackass,” you snap quietly. he hates it, hates you. he hates that you hate him. when you first met, his eyes chased after your soft hair and his ears flicked at your melodic voice. all those years ago, he tried to impress you with his skills, and you took it as a competition. it was frustrating, but his pride wouldn’t allow him to admit to the initial intention behind his actions. had you not seen him as a worthy partner? was it not painfully obvious, you’d wait for him to say it? well, bullet dodged. he didn’t consider you someone to impress anymore. instead, he relished in the igniting glare you’d give him as he casually whispered provocations in your ear. loak wanted you to feel bothered, threatened by his effortless skill.

you feel his eyes crawling on your skin as you uncomfortably shift closer to apply the cream to his ribs. your fingers dance across his torso, and he grits his teeth in irritation. once you’ve finished, you’re quick to put space between yourself and him. his mouth twists as he looks up at you, about to say something, before he seems to change his mind. he abruptly stands with hands in fists, pivoting hard on his heel out of the hut without a word.

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notes: first chapter done, hope yall like it!

#loak x reader #loak x you #avatar loak #loak angst #loak sully #avatar twow #atwow loak #loak x y/n #avatar way of water #avatar #loak fanfiction #loak fic #loak fluff #neteyam x reader

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flimflamfandom · 9 months

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Carrying Someone Home

Ivy fell onto Calvin, and groaned. "I promise I can keep going, I just...need coffee or...something..."

"You've been at it since 9. It's..." Calvin neglected to tell her what time it was. "It's a weekend, at least." He said.

"You've been at it too..."

"Sure, but I was asleep till 3."

"Why!?" She looked at him, bleary eyed. "You...gotta get up on...time..." She slumped in his arms, full of alcohol and empty of stamina, she just went limp on him. He sighed.

"Ah, dear..."

Calvin slipped her into a chair, and thought a moment. "Hmm...I'm not that strong..." He bit his lip. "And I can't just...drape her over my shoulder."

"Calvin!" It was Rocky, covered in red lipstick, almost the same shade as its owner. "How're you doing? Isn't this great?"

"Aye, it's...eh...Ivy's passed out."

"Aww, really now?"

"Yes." He sat on the table, and looked out into the crowd - business had picked up as of late, and while he was happy to see it, Ivy got even more energetic around crowds, and...well. It was only a matter of time before this happened.

"I dunno what to do with her."

"Remember when we tried to make the place into a hotel? The rooms we finished are still there! Just take her to one'a those! That's where I'M staying!" Calvin looked at Rocky's face. He also thought about just how thin those walls were....

"I think I'll try and get her home."

"Sure thing, ol' chum! I gotta get back to it!"

"See you around." As Rocky walked off back towards the crowd, Calvin looked up the stairs. He could probably get her there, at least.

"Alright, love, hold tight..." He picked her up into a bridal carry, and began to shuffle his way up the stairs, muttering swears in the Gaelic and huffing as he did so. When he got up,. he was winded, and barely noticed Horatio.

"Evening, Mr. McMurray." Horatio smiled gently and waved. "Miz Pepper a bit under the weather?"

"Aye, she...she, eh...she just passed out on me. She's breathin' an'all, though, but-"

"mmmhfh...." She stirred, and looked up. "...Freck?"

"Ah, ehm...hi there love." He kissed her forehead and sat her down on a couch in the newly done lobby. She nestled up to him.

"Let's sleep here..."

"We can't sleep on a couch on front of people, Ivy," he chuckled, "it'd hardly look professional."

"Theydunnoyou...workhere..." She grumbled, and leaned on him. "Can we neck a little at least?"

"Horatio's right there."

"Awwwwwwwww, you'renofuuuuun...letlooseall..." She paused, and yawned, "letloose..." She kissed him, sloppily, and very tiredly, and while he returned it for a moment, he did eventually push her off, holding her cheek in his hand.

"You really need sleep, love."

"I need somethin, that's fer sure..." She groggily motioned towards him, and then...

passed out on top of him.

"...again?"

Calvin, struggling a bit to catch his breath, and coughing from the cold night air, knocked on the window. Over shuffled a woman in a bathrobe and wearing an expression of slight annoyance.

It was Ivy's Other room mate, Olivia. The one who hated her gangster antics. She looked...displeased.

"What the hell!?"

"She was...she's awful tired, and I don't want her stayin' the night-"

"Oh come ON, Cecil or...casper, or...what's your name again?"

"Calvin."

"Calvin. You gotta stop her from doing this sort of thing!"

"Why?" He asked. "It's something she really enjoys-"

"It's dangerous! YOU'RE dangerous!"

""If it's so dangerous how come I brought her back here?" He asked, annoyed. "Please, my arms are so tired, I carried her from downtown and-"

"Fine." Olivia rolled her eyes. And just as she did...

"ugh..." Ivy woke up, and shivered. "Cal...what'rewedoinhere?"

"It's your dorm."

"I don't waaaaaaanna stay at my dorm, Olivia's gonna be meeeeean..." She giggled, and batted at him.

"Olivia's right there."

"Was she mean?"

"...a little."

She chuckled. "hehe...typical. Love her though..." She huffed. "Lemme go to your new place."

"The apartment?"

"Sure..."

"...a bit scandalous, aye?"

"Whaddyouknowabout...scan...ssssc...." She vomited, all over the ground. Olivia crossed her arms.

"...so your apartment sounds nice."

"Apartment it is." He said, as Ivy passed out, yet again.

Calvin woke up, and rolled off the couch, grunting and cracking a few joints. It was early now, about 8 o'clock. He fought on his slacks, and went into the bedroom. His apartment was small, and paid for by both his lackadaisy money and his writing money for the Post-Dispatch.

He walked in, and saw her, nestled into the covers. She'd somehow managed to get out of the dress form the night before, but was still in those pearls. He smiled, gently, and blushed, his ears drooping and his eyes softening. She was on her side and facing the window. He made sure she was still breathing, and kissed her ear, whispering "is breá liom tú, a ghra mo croi." and began to walk out.

"You're not in bed." A raspy, tired voice said.

"...I slept on the couch."

"You can sleep in the same bed as me, freckle..." She turned over, her fur matted, her eyes tired still. "You've done worse."

Calvin knelt by the side of the bed. "I'm sorry, love, I just...don't want you to think I'm takin' advantage of-"

"You walked me across town once, and then walked me the OTHER way across town." She said. "If anything, I'm taking advantage of YOU...i never walk you anywhere! I just pitched ya in Mitzi's office that one time."

"Ivy-"

"Come. To. Bed."

"...alright." He got in with her, and rubbed her side, kissing her gently. "I love you, Ivy."

"I love you too, Freckle...even when I'm blackout drunk." She cooed, as she settled in, and got a bit more sleep.

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy cats #flimflamuniverse #calvin mcmurray #ivy pepper #frepper #Yes I STILL write Calvin with the accent #Yes I still write him as being more Irish than he really is in the comics #I'VE DONE THAT SINCE 2019 OKAY I'M A CREATURE OF HABIT

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