#but he can only get him to do it out of hate. and that frustrates him.

[tiredfox64]

I see your peeping tom Lin Kuei and raise you to panty thief Lin Kuei. And maybe whoever else you think might be a party thief in MK.

Petty Pervy Thieves

Yip notes: Bro get out of my head I know. Never an original experience we all clicked the buttons while we waited for Mario Kart to start

Pairings: Lin Kuei Bros x Afab reader

Warnings: NSFW, I had to take my cross earring off my gosh, dirty thoughts (like a lot), panty licking, panty sniffing, lots of cum

My, my, my, how low they have become. Becoming little thieves who prey on your belongings. How dishonorable. How lewd. How perverted of them to steal your panties.

They do feel shame. Well, at least Kuai Liang and Bi-Han do. Tomas is the nastiest of them all. Why should he feel shame in what he is doing? It’s not on him that you put a spell on him. A spell that caused him to take your panties after “certain activities”.

But let’s not get ahead of ourselves just yet. Let’s watch this sinful act play out. Keep your eyes open for their tricks and behaviors.

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Kuai Liang is the most ashamed of himself. He hates himself for giving in to temptations. It’s his fault. He let his feelings fester for too long, making his love for you grow lustful. He couldn’t risk confessing anything to you now. There would be risks of him being too forward or letting his lust take over. He had to deal with this frustration somehow. What was the first thing he decided to do? He decided to take your clothes.

Starting off slow didn’t work out in his mind. He would have gone for your bras but then he found a better solution. The drawer that held your bras also held your panties. Yes, yes, that’s much more perfect.

Kuai Liang has gained a love for your panties that would show your ass more. Not thongs but enough to be a little cheeky, if you’re catching my drift. If he were to see you wear them in front of him he’d probably go up in flames trying to hold himself back. Oh heavens, he needs another fixing.

When you leave your room that’s when he takes the chance to grab a pair of your panties. He’s quick but careful. Kuai Liang never takes the pair from the top, he goes for the middle so that you never suspect anything. Once he gets the one that has the softest material and the nicest design he leaves. He quickly goes back to his room to hide your panties under his pillow. He must wait for nightfall when no one will bother him.

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When no footsteps echo the halls and the only thing present is the moon, that’s when Kuai Liang begins. He takes your panties out from under his pillow. His fingers feel the soft material. He’s so pent up that he doesn’t take a moment to wonder if this is right. There is no right or wrong anymore. He has committed his crime many times. This moment won’t be different.

His hand goes to push his pants down. His already hard cock comes out, ready to get this little fiasco started. While his right hand grips his cock and starts pumping it, his other hand holds onto your panties. His mind races with thoughts of you. He images sliding your panties off of you before showing you his love for you. He knows he can treat you right and will give you the best treatment in bed. He wouldn’t stop until you finished whether it be on his tongue, his fingers, or his cock. In the morning as you get ready you would put on those same pair of panties he was holding onto right now. He would wake up and see your gorgeous figure being lit by the morning light. Once he sees your wonderful ass in those cute panties, he will want to recreate the night prior all over again.

Kuai Liang was breathing heavily as his hand began to stroke faster. There is a wet sound now from all the precum that went dripping down. His teeth bite down on your panties as he grows closer to his orgasm. He groans and his eyes are shut tight. His chest is rising up and down quickly before—whoops.

His head goes back, pushing against his pillow. Strings of cum start splattering onto his exposed stomach. His groans are muffled by your panties that are still in his mouth. Oh my, what a mess you have made of yourself, Kuai Liang.

His hair is a bit wild, not being held in a bun anymore. There is sweat on his forehead from how intense that all was. His stomach is sticky from the large amount of cum that came spewing out of him. That post nut clarity hit him hard once he realized what he had done. How many times will he do this before finally confessing to you? What kind of man is he?

He quickly takes the panties out of his mouth before shoving them under his pillow. He cleans himself up with the tissues he has on his bedside table. When he finishes he lays back in his bed and pretends that what he did didn’t happen. He is an honorable and respectful man. He is not a pervert who thinks about you in bed. He can keep telling himself that. But the truth is clear. Especially after the fact that he knows he will do this again. Over and over and over and over…

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Bi-Han doesn’t know the word shame. He knows the word when it comes to others but not when it comes to himself. Usually.

There’s a little bit of shame that lingers inside of him once he realizes that you have this effect on him. You cause him to be frustrated and lustful. How could he let a woman do this to him? You have him committing such sinful acts that he soon learned to accept that he fancies you in more ways than one.

He started stealing from you when he got suspicious of his brother. He occasionally saw Kuai Liang leave your room while you were away. He decided to check your room since he suspected Kuai Liang was taking things from you. He always left with his fist balled up tightly like he was hiding something which was true. When he went into your room he started looking around, deciding to open your drawers. That’s when he found your panties. You have tempted another man.

Unlike his brother, he liked the simpler yet fancier-looking panties. The ones that were soft colors and had lace. He might have also liked the thongs but he didn’t want to accept that he liked something so immodest. He was careful when taking your panties. He didn’t take it from the top but from the middle or the back of the drawer. Once he succeeded, he would tuck them away somewhere in his uniform.

The balls on this man to go around with your panties in his pockets. He was training all your fellow clansmen while having something of yours. No concerns about it falling out in front of others or having you find out. His only concern was holding it together until nighttime. This would be another nighttime where he will pleasure himself with your panties.

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The moon shines bright and the light slips into Bi-Han’s room. The moment he stepped in he was stripping himself of all his clothes. No one will disturb him. All is quiet and he can focus his mind on you.

He holds up your pair of white panties, the lace decorating the outside nicely. It would be something you would wear on your wedding day. Something you will wear when Bi-Han makes you his bride. He could imagine it already. A night where he makes you his by consummating the marriage. A night where he will fill you to the brim and make you pregnant with his heir. Oh dear, that did something to him down below.

His cock is standing straight up, precum already coming out. Might as well start now. He places your panties on his cock. The precum is already staining the soft material inside and causing it to soak through. The sight excites him. He pumps his cock with the panties wrapped around. He images this feeling would be the same if he rubbed himself against your clothed pussy. He would tease you until you were begging him to fuck you already. You would beg your grandmaster to do unspeakable things to you. Whatever you want he will do it for you. Slap, choke, spank, pull, bite, degrade, praise, impregnate, it doesn’t matter he will do it to you. He will make you a mess and ruin those panties. Each pair of your panties will be stained with your wetness every time you pass him.

There is a wet, squishy sound coming from below. His precum stained your panties where his tip was. It was soaked. The noise grows more noticeable the faster he goes. When he gets close he stops himself to allow it to go on for longer. Each time he stops more cum spills out. Not the whole thing, not yet.

Bi-Han bites down on his lip to prevent himself from getting loud. No one should know about this. He lets a few grunts and groans slip out by accident. His breath comes out in cold bursts, being visible in the moonlight. He can’t hold himself back anymore. If he strokes one more time he will explode. He is too desperate to hold back anymore. He fucks his hand continuously as he comes. Your panties absorb some of his cum while the rest drips down his shaft, staining the rest of the cloth.

Bi-Han’s head rests lightly on his pillows, a satisfied sigh passing his lips. He pulls the soiled panties off of his semi-hard cock. Instead of feeling shame, he feels a little irked. He knows he has to wash them before placing them back. This happens all the time though. There is no reason he should not be used to this. He takes, he cums, he washes, he dries, then he replaces before taking another pair. There is a rhythm.

He'll wash them in the morning. For now, he needs to rest after that amazing orgasm. He throws them off the side of his bed before falling asleep.

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If you knew what Tomas did you might never look at him the same way. You see him as such a sweet, respectful, and skillful man. He couldn’t possibly be any worse than his brothers. But you forget that he is a man with needs. And he needs you badly.

He has good hearing. He needed it when he was a hunter. That means he hears things that others don’t. That’s how this mess started. He heard you. He heard you pleasuring yourself behind closed doors. All those moans, heavy breaths, and whimpers flowed into his ears. You left Tomas stunned. He stood by your door, holding his breath as if you would hear him. He wanted to move and not be a creep. But he couldn’t deny that you sounded so pretty. Especially when you began to cum. You grew a little louder and your voice went up a pitch. That’s when Tomas felt his cock twitch inside of his pants.

He only moved away from your door when he heard you get up. You had to go train which allowed Tomas to take a peek inside your room. The first thing he spotted was your panties that lay on your bed. He walked up to them, carefully moving them around a little. When he looked inside he saw how you stained them. A wet, sticky mess.

Tomas didn’t know what came over him. Something must have possessed him to do this but he didn’t think he would like it. He leaned down and let his tongue drag over the wet spot. The taste of you hit him and it was like a drug. He was hooked, he was hooked good. It was the start of a messy habit of his that he never felt shame for. He’d only feel shame if he was caught by you.

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You masturbate before your training session to allow yourself to blow off steam and clear your mind. Tomas has found this pattern of yours and made it part of his pattern now. He waits for you to finish so you can leave, allowing him to strike.

He never even waits for nighttime. He does it all in your room, right on your bed! It doesn’t matter what pair of panties you had on before, if it had your stain on them he would take them.

He strips himself before getting on your bed. He loves smelling your scent on your pillows and rubbing his throbbing cock onto your sheets. The real fun is with your panties. The scent that stains your panties is different than your usual scent. It sets off a primal desire in his head. That’s why his nose is shoved right into them, taking it all in. Oh the poor thing, he’s so needy.

His tongue comes out to get a lick of the sticky mess you left behind. How he wishes he could eat you out in that moment. He’s only getting a hint of your taste. He wants the whole thing. He wants to shove his tongue inside you and pleasure you. His nose would be bumping into your clit which would make the experience better for you. Once you cum he will be driven mad with your taste. He would not move away. He will stay on his knees, licking and slobbering like a desperate dog. His cock would probably be begging for his attention and dripping precum on the floor but he won’t care. The needier he is the better it will feel when he begins to fuck you. It will be better for you too! You’ll be ready for him since you already came and are wet down there. So you’ll be a little overstimulated, it’s okay! It will make the moment more memorable for you.

Tomas is already whining and he hasn’t even touched his cock. It is standing up and begging for his touch but he is too occupied with licking your panties. Finally, he brings both his hands down and wraps them around his cock. He thrusts his hip up, fucking his hands while he images it’s you. He squeezes his hands to make it tighter and warmer, almost like he is fucking your pussy. Of course it would be much better if it really was your pussy. This will have to do for now.

His heart is beating fast and he begins to sweat. His saliva drenches your panties as he continues to suck at that wet spot you made before. The only sounds present in your room are his whines and the wet sound coming from his cock. His hands have some precum staining them. Oh gosh, he can’t hold himself back. This is all too much for him. Fuck, he needs to cum.

His whines and whimpers grow loud as cum spills onto his hands and stomach. That creamy, white liquid stains his pale skin. His eyes roll back a little as he keeps jerking his hips up. Even when he finished cumming he still moved his hips a little. He lets out sharp breaths before dropping your panties from his mouth. It doesn’t end there for your poor pair of panties. He takes them and begins to wipe his cum on them. Your panties are soaked with your own juices, his saliva, and now his cum. He manages to wipe all of the cum off his body with your panties before placing them back where he found them.

Yes, he purposely leaves them dirty. By the time you return, it will be dried up and you will have to wash them anyway. In his mind, this is a way to mark you are his. Your juices mix together, yes, how romantic. He makes his escape. No one even knew he was in your room and no one ever will.

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So if you ever wondered where some of your favorite pair of panties went or why there are stains on them, now you know. Three perverts were taking your panties and ruining them with their—

Wh-what you mean you knew they were doing that?

What? What do you mean you left your panties out for Tomas?

You were buying the panties that Kuai Liang and Bi-Han liked so they could keep using them?!

And you’ve been masturbating to the idea of them doing all of this?!

Why are you telling me this now?!

Ah! I could have been done ages ago! Nasty pervert, you’re making me look bad!

Ugh, have fun with your cum-soiled panties.

Yap notes: I would show you my cowriter cause she was the reason I was distracted but I’m not gonna show my cat under this mess. Got distracted a lot cause of family plus I started to laugh cause Bi-Han has such a bitchy face. I am now in the dark typing this. This is where I belong. I want to make blinkies or something. Adiós!

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[sacrificialspice]

Follow up to my previous post…

POV: You are Sukuna’s catgirl!

18+, Sukuna x fem Reader

Contains: Teasing, use of pet names, some fluff, Master and pet dynamic, hybrid reader, mention of Sukuna’s cannibalism (Can I use that word even though he’s a curse? Lol), collaring, PiV sex, mating press, breathplay, mild degradation, creampie, breeding, impregnation, mention of reader’s fertility (I know this can be a sensitive topic, but it’s mentioned for entertainment purposes only.)

(Sorry if the formatting is bad, I’m just copy pasting from the notes app since I’m away from home and it’s early af in the morning too.)

He is first attracted to you due to the contrast of your human anatomy to your fuzzy kitty ears and long tail. He never expresses it verbally, but he finds you incredibly cute and oh so irresistible.

At first Sukuna referred to you as ‘furball’; now it’s ‘my kitten’, ‘little one’, ‘sex kitten’, and ‘slutty kitten’. You hated the initial nickname…

This is where the teasing begins… and it never fucking ends with your owner Sukuna! (For the record, that is what he is to you, your owner and Master, and that is what you refer to him as.)

Sukuna thinks that you shouldn’t wear clothes, because you’re a ‘cat’ and always teases you for wearing them (“Aww, you think you’re a human, little one?”). But you are 80-90% human!

You either sleep at the end of his bed, by his feet curled up into a ball, or on top of him with his massive arms putting you in a crushing hug. The second one is only done when you two are nude, as Sukuna loves the natural body heat you produce as a cat hybrid.

You get a collar right away after moving into Sukuna’s lair. He wouldn’t want his little sex kitten to get lost, now would he? It has his name on it, of course, and a tag with Uraume’s contact details… It also has a bell, and with Sukuna’s hearing it doesn’t matter where you are on the property, he will find you. He loves to restrict your freedom, no matter how capable you are, and enjoys the look of a collar on your fragile neck.

One thing that Sukuna adores is the similar diets you two have. Of course, no human carcasses for you, but the finest raw livestock. He shares raw meat with you by putting it in his mouth and making you kiss him to get it.

Sukuna would totally nibble, suck and lick on your sensitive little kitty ears, groaning at how soft they feel in his mouth. He claims he is just helping you groom your ears when you become embarrassed…

The first time you and Sukuna had sex, you hissed at him because his cock was too big and it hurt! He just laughed… (“Ha! You’re not so tough, slutty kitten, my entire cock is sinking into you right now…”)

You’re definitely a free-use pet to him, his sexual healer. To him, nothing can ever compare to your sweet whimpers, feline whines, the way you writhe. It isn’t rare for you to get locked in a mating press for a few hours while he fucks out his frustrations.

When he fucks you he tugs on your tail when doing you from behind, he loves the way it makes you mew and arch your back.

Sukuna would call you both a good kitty and a naughty kitty in the same breath. Brings a leash into the bedroom to use for extra leverage and for some mild choke-play. He doesn’t want to hurt his precious kitten, but can’t resist the face you make and the meows you produce when something is wrapped around your neck.

Seeing your ears and tail twitch during sex is a major turn-on for him. It also alerts him that you’re close to orgasm, and he continues to thrust at that pace so you cum on his cock. He is so fucking head-over-heels for you.

Threatens to put a litter of kittens inside you each time you fuck, he’s interested to see what the combination of curse and catgirl would make (Yeah, you’re kinda an experiment for him…).

He ignores your protests and cums inside every time, saying that he will look after you and your kittens. (“Take my cum kitten… take it! You’ll never leave my side, so don’t worry, just take your Master’s cum.”)

He loves that your high fertility will quickly result in an army of his curse offspring…

#sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna x reader smut #sukuna x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

[lunajay33]

Crave🩶

Summary: You always thought your neighbour was handsome, you grew close over the years, he’d always help when you’d have troubles but there was one thing holding you back, your toxic boyfriend

Pairing: Neighbour Negan x f!reader

Content: Some 18+, age gap, toxic boyfriend

•Masterlist•

When I was 15 the house next door went up for sale and the most ethereal man moved in, I’d see him now the lawn or see him sit on his porch and light up a cigarette and it made me realize that these urges I had weren’t just teens hormones I needed that man on another level but I could never do anything obviously I was just a stupid teen with a fixation on a man who’s way out of my league, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing over the years, when he’d invite me and my parents over for a barbecue or when he’d come over to watch the game with my father

It also didn’t help that our room windows were right across from eachothers, i’d catch glimpses of him shirtless and it just heightened my cravings but then after graduation I got a job at a motorcycle shop in town thanks to my dad and that’s how I met my boyfriend, I was hesitant at first due to my feeling for Negan but I tried to move on, he was really sweet at first but after a few months he turned cruel, dropping by my house late at night trying to get in through my window drunk saying he was lonely and wanted me to distract him, I always pushed him away and he only got mad once he got so mad he broke my window waking Negan and I had to make up an excuse he probably knew was a lie, I tried to break up so many times but he never let me and always threatened me with something

I’m 22 now and am still working at the garage, I love it sometimes Negan would stop by with his bike and I swear he would flirt with me, telling me how good I look working on the bikes, always offering to bring me for a ride, everytime I saw him scheduled in I’d get all excited just like now

I heard him bike rumbling out front and the door ringed and there he stood, tall and as sexy as ever, he only got better with age, he leaned against the counter and smirked as he took a red lollipop from the jar for customers and smirked at me as he licked it immediately flustering me

“Hey gorgeous you ready for me?”

“Oh um yeah! I’ll open the garage and you can bring it on in” I could feel my checks heat up at his intense gaze, it made me feel bad for looking at him like that since I have a boyfriend but he was an ass so what’s a little fantasizing going to hurt

He pulled up into the garage and pulled a chair up next to me, he always liked to watch me work

“So you still with John?” He asked as he sucked on the lollipop

“Yeah sadly” I accidentally let slip

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“I umm nothing forget I said that”

“You know you can’t lie to me sweetheart, so what is it”

“Fine…..I don’t want to be with him I never really wanted to, sure he was nice…..at first but”

“But?” I looked at him hesitant but he had a way to get things out of me especially secrets

“Remember that night when my window broke?”

“Yeah scared the shit outta me”

“He got drunk and tried to get into my room, I said no and he got mad, he always gets mad and broke my window…….i don’t want to be with him anymore but he won’t let me leave” I look back at him and see the anger

“I’ll kill that son of a bitch”

“Y/n what the hell is this?” Speak of the devil John was standing at the garage door and to say he was livid would be an understatement, I put my tools down and stood up nervously wiping my hands on my pants

“John nothings going on I’m just working on Negans bike”

“Yeah the Negan youre so obviously in love with” I glance at Negan and he’s just glaring at John

“John we’ve been over this, if you’re so jealous just let me leave why do you want to stay with me if you hate me” I sighed frustrated

“You’re mine even if I despise everything about you, you’re stuck with me when I need a good lay”

“You better watch your tongue boy” Negan groaned still kicked back in his chair

“And what are you gonna do about it old man” Negan stood and John was dwarfed by his shadow

“This is done, you ever come near her again, you ever touch her, you even look the side of her and you’ll regret you were ever born” this was the first time that I actual saw John cower little the scum he is, he stepped back from Negan and looked at me as he walked away

“You’re lucky you got your pet around” and then he was gone

I slump down against my chair with my head in my hands, feeling the burden lift off my shoulders but also the guilt, I hated that Negan had to get involved that I’ve been lying to myself for so long, that I can’t stop loving Negan no matter what I do

I don’t say anything and go back to work just wanting to get out of this awkward situation, I start working on the oil change when he speaks up

“You didn’t deserve that baby girl, you’re too good for him”

“Sorry you had to get in the middle of that”

“I’d do it again if it meant I’d get that asshole out of your life”

“Well I’ll just finish up your bike and you can be on your way” I say quickly finishing up and handing collecting his fee at the counter

“Well thanks for the work, what are you doing later?” He asked as he licked his lollipop again sending a tingle through me

“Umm I was just planning on reading a book maybe go to bed early”

“Well if you get bored honey you know where to find me” with that he took his keys and he was off on his bike

The clock struck 6 and it was time to head home, my parents were gone on a vacation so the house was all to me, I went to my room stripping of the days dirty clothes, taking a quick shower pulling on a clean pair of black lace panties with a matching bra

Looking in the mirror I felt satisfied with the new set I recently bought, I turn and look out my window my heart thumps when I see Negan looking over, for some reason I’m feeling extremely confident so I motion for him to come over as I bite my lip and he’s quick to leave his house, hearing him run up the stairs to my room stopping in the door way, his eyes rooming up and down my almost bare body

“Well are you just gonna stand there?” He approached our bodies mere inches from eachother, his body heat and the smell of his cologne enveloping me in a haze of desire

“Bit of a peeping tom there Mr.Smith” I say lacing my fingers into the hem on his pants pulling him closer

“Can’t help it when a pretty little thing is putting on a show seemingly just for me” his hands gripping my hips, this is everything I’ve fantasized about for years, the innocent flirting, the stolen glances, the wet dreams all leading to this very moment

The rest of the night he showered me with this feeling I never felt with John, like it was about my pleasure, everywhere he touched felt like fire was left in its wake, he’s everything I’ve wanted how he treats me like he worships the ground I walk on, like I’m the air he breaths, I just hope this wasn’t a one night thing

“That was amazing darlin” he says beside me, his arm wrapped around me hips as I’m laid on his chest

“Yeah, I hope this is a one night stand kinda thing though right?”

“Of course not, I’m not gonna be stupid like that prick and let something….someone so amazing and beautiful slip through my fingers, you’re mine now baby”

My heart finally felt at ease like this was where I belonged, in the arms of the man next door

Sorry guys I haven’t been updating a lot and this was kinda trash, I’ve just been depressed lately and haven’t found my passion in writing right now

#twd fanfiction #twd x reader #negan smut #negan x reader #negan imagine #negan fanfiction #twd negan #the walking dead negan #negan #twd daryl #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #twd fluff #daryl dixon x reader #twd fic #the walking dead series #jeffrey dean morgan

[chukys-mouthguard]

#3, a little angst that ends with fluff, for Mat Barzal

Prompt: “I wish you were here with me.”

Note: I don’t know if my brain will ever fully get used to spelling his name with one ‘t’…but like that’s such a mat barzal thing idk why that’s so him in my opinion 😂

“Yeah it was a pretty fun day, I’m exhausted though. I don’t think I’ll be able to get out of bed in the morning.” 

Mat finally finished telling you all about the fun he had at the skills competition. The guest celebrities he got to meet, the freebies that brands were gifting out to the players. Though you knew he wasn’t bragging, it still hurt your feelings hearing how much fun he was having. 

You were supposed to go with him for the All Star Game, but something came up with work and you were forced to stay home. He knew how much you were looking forward to going, and of course you were proud of him for getting picked, you missed not being able to celebrate moments like this along with him. 

“Yeah, sounds like you had quite a fun day babe.” 

Mat could hear the bit of disappointment lacing your words as you sighed into the phone. He felt bad for bragging, but he was just so excited to tell you about his day that he’d neglected to sympathize with how you were still upset. 

“I wish you were here with me.” 

His words coming out a bit like an afterthought as he tried to cheer you up, only to make you more frustrated. 

“I’m sure you do, though it sounds like you had a great day without me. Meeting celebrities, getting tons of freebies from brands, hanging out with the guys. Definitely sounds like you were missing me Mat. But don’t worry because I’m sure we will make plans for me to come with you to the awards in Vegas, or overseas for some upcoming tournament, or god knows what else. But, per usual something will come up and I won’t be able to join you and support you.” 

Mat remained silent on his end of the phone call, letting you vent and say whatever you needed to. These frustrations being something you’d had for awhile. Your job unfortunately not always being one to let you miss work, especially when you had important deadlines or projects that needed done. 

“Well, I meant what I said…but I’m sorry you don’t think so.” 

He didn’t mean to say anything snarky back to you, but it just slipped out. He was frustrated that you felt like he didn’t want you there to experience these things with him. 

“Mat, I didn’t say that. I just, I want to support you. To be there to experience all these achievements and special moments. But it’s like I can never catch a break with work. And I feel like I’m not being the best girlfriend I can be if I can’t even have a weekend to fly out and see you in an all star game like every other girlfriend or wife can.” 

One thing Mat was never okay with was you comparing yourself to other girlfriends or wives. Was he upset that you felt he was insincere wishing you were there, sure. But he knew you were just frustrated. He would be too if he was in your shoes. But to hear you call yourself a bad girlfriend or not supportive enough, that hurt him. 

“Baby, you are the most supportive person in my life. Who gives a fuck what other girlfriends and wives do. You’re my girlfriend, and you do more than enough to support me. You refuse to stop working because you don’t want to be someone who lives off their boyfriend, and I admire the fuck out of that. Half the girls dating guys in this league aren’t like you. And that’s why I love you so much. I’m sorry for being snarky, I just, I hate that you feel like you need to be like the others. Because you’re perfect for me, just the way you are.” 

Smiling into the phone, you calmed down a bit as you needed that reassurance from Mat. He always reminded you that you were different, in the best way. And that’s why he loved you so much. 

“Now, enough about my day, tell me about this work project and how fucking amazing my boss ass girlfriend did.”

#mat barzal fluff #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fic #mat barzal #nhl fics #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl blurb

[lurkingshan]

10 Things I Love About Triage

I am extraordinarily late to this party but I am here to scream about Triage, a show which I started on a whim after a stray comment from @incandescentflower and subsequently finished in two sittings. This drama has been on my list forever (I didn't watch it live because the distribution was wacky) and then it just kept getting overlooked as I fought to keep up with the deluge of Thai BL coming at us at all times. But I am very glad I finally hunted it down and made the time and I would like to tell you why!

Hello Again, Dr. Sammon

I am on record as a Sammon fan. She is one of the best writers working in Thai BL and she has a knack for mystery and suspense. Her narratives are always really well constructed with tight plotting and smart character work, and Triage is no exception. This story feels confident, steady, and complete in a way few Thai BLs do.

The time travel rules are blessedly consistent

Part of what makes the story sing is it's a time travel plot that actually gets the particulars right. In a time loop, the details are everything, and this show understands that. The series of events are consistent, the rules of the time travel mechanics are clearly explained, and when our protagonists learn something new, it always lines up with something we'd gotten hints about before or gives us new context for old information. There are no loose threads in this show.

My boy Tin is going through it

Tin is a fantastic protagonist. He starts the show disillusioned with his work and hilariously grumpy about this time loop situation--he is a busy ER doctor and he does not have time for this--but as he starts to piece together how the loop works he gets more methodical in his approach, and eventually becomes emotionally invested in his mission to save Tol. Tin felt really well-calibrated in that he was smart and he tried all the things you would be shouting at the screen for him to try, but he's still a human being with flaws and insecurities and so he makes mistakes, learns, and has to try again. The show really successfully put us in the frustration with him.

Tol makes for an interesting damsel

Because he's kind of an asshole! Tol is rude and disrespectful when he first meets Tin, he hangs around with some truly awful bullies, he treats Rit like garbage, and he's all around an arrogant dick. Until he isn't. I like the choice to make the focus of our mission such a difficult character, not only because it makes Tin's challenge that much harder, but also because it invites us to consider the reasons why someone might be behaving the way he is and whether they can be redeemed.

This show has everything: action, romance, and agony

It's truly an emotional rollercoaster all the way through, and you can't relax for a moment. The pacing is relentless through most of the show, and even as a bond develops between Tin and Tol and they begin a tentative romance, danger is lurking around every corner. As soon as these boys started making out in episode 9 I knew something awful was coming for me and IT SURE DID.

Jinta, the ultimate frenemy

On that note let's talk about Jinta, my nemesis!! Jinta is some kind of unspecified deity/whimsical god and the one who appears to be responsible for putting Tin and Tol in this loop. Is he trying to help them? Is he trying to torture them? I definitely think it's both! He seems to delight in showing up to taunt Tin as he struggles to figure out how to get through to Tol, and when it's Tol's turn on the merry-go-round he sends him to the darkest timeline for his high stakes final attempt to save Tin just because he can. I love/hate you, sir!

Sing and Gap and the darkest timeline

Speaking of which, can we talk about how appropriate it is that Sing and Gap are a couple only in the darkest timeline? I don't know if people were shipping this for real during the live watch, but I definitely was not and so I started cackling when we got to the worst possible timeline and Sing was suddenly calling Gap his boyfriend. Sammon, you are hilarious and I salute you.

Fantastic side characters

Let's talk about the sides I did love. First of all, aside from his weird aggressive flirting/not flirting thing with Gap, I actually did like Sing's friendship with Tin a lot. I also loved the hospital gang who were around to alternately tease and help Tin, most especially Toy and Fang. Toy is a sweetheart and a gossip who never misses a trick, and Fang is an actual badass who first cracked the case with that evil doctor and saved Tin's life. They are fabulous. Rit was also an excellent character with a lot of complexity and he added some much needed depth to the school storyline (does anyone else think he was basically the proto-DFF Non?). And while Mai and Heart were not my favorite people, I did appreciate that the show gave them a sympathetic portrayal instead of making them evil villains (we had the organ harvesters for that).

That beautiful clocktower

I must give a shoutout to this gorgeous clocktower featured in several important scenes. I got so excited every time it showed up. Fun fact: in the first clocktower scene I was like oh hey I recognize that from gifs, but it can't be that scene because it's too early for a kis--TIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING! (I was right, it was too early for a kiss and Tol was Big Mad but bless you for going for it anyway, Tin).

The romance is balanced and rootable

And on that note, let me give a shoutout to the romance part of this story for actually feeling balanced. This is not an epic swoony love affair, but more a story of two people putting in the time to understand and empathize with each other. Sometimes in these kind of time loop stories the romance can end up feeling very one-sided because one character is holding all the knowledge and all the cards. But in this show we have the neat trick of Tol taking over the loop to try to save Tin in the final arc, which means he got to go through a similar process of getting to know the darkest version of his lover and figuring out how to get through to him. I was delighted by all the events of the long loop playing out again, but this time with Tin being the obstinate one. Tol got a taste of his own medicine and it left me feeling like they were both equally invested in this relationship.

TL;DR: If you haven't watched this yet, you really should! It's a fast binge and a great time with some Thai BL favorites. It's unfortunately still not available for international streaming, but it's very easy to find grey now and it's worth the effort. Go forth!

#triage #triage the series #thai bl #shan recommends #10 things #shan shouts into the void

[riki-riks-chick]

Chainsmoker┃L.HS

smoker!heeseung x reader

heeseung smokes cigarettes, but yn wants him to quit.

cw: arguments, cigarettes, smoking, addiction.

wdct: 748

this is a request to make a longer version of this req.

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Third Person POV~

"Heeseung.. Wake up, baby.." You shake his shoulder, trying to wake him as he groans. "What?.." He asks sleepily as you sigh. "We're supposed to go shopping today, and then we're going to lunch. Get up." He nods, sitting up. "Okay.."

The two of you spend the next hour getting ready before heading to the front door, but you stop, turning to Heeseung.

"Give me your lighter.." You sigh, holding your hand out as he sighs, giving you the lighter. "Baby.. Do I really have to?" He asks as you nod. "Yes, smoking is terrible for you and I hate it.. I'll carry your gum if you want, but at least try the patches.. You're not making any effort to quit.."

He sighs, pretty much ignoring you as you roll your eyes, grabbing your keys before stepping out the door, locking it behind Heeseung.

Throughout the day, Heeseung is in a bad mood. And you know it's because he wants to smoke, but you physically can't stand it. It's not only a very unhealthy habit, but it's annoying. The nicotine kisses, the brand new outfits that now smell like cigarette smoke. You're so over it to the point that you're considering Heeseung not moving in with you permanently. And that's not something you want because you love your boyfriend, but he can't seem to give it up.

"Heeseung, do you think this is cute?" You ask, holding up a cute cardigan as he nods. "Yeah, whatever." You roll your eyes, hanging it back on the rack. "I get that you're pissed, but don't take it out on me. I'm only trying to help, Heeseung." You whisper yell as he scoffs. "Have you ever considered that I don't want your help?"

His tone is seething with anger, and it only makes you more upset. "Fine then.. Don't expect me to ever help you again. And you can move back to your apartment while you're at it."

Your tone is bitter, and he simply scoffs, turning to walk away. "Where are you going?" You question as he turns around, glaring at you. "Somewhere you aren't."

He then walks away as you sigh, running a frustrated hand through your hair. He's so stubborn sometimes. You've tried to get him to quit smoking multiple times before. You had even given up clubbing and drinking because he said, "I can't be the only one to give something up." 

Now it's been a year and you haven't had an alcoholic beverage at all, but he's still smoking.

And you're not perfect, and you can't judge him for his addiction, but you're only trying to help.

You walk around for the next thirty minutes, trying to give Heeseung time to cool off before using his location to find him.

His location said that he was at the convenience store just a block away, so you walked there, taking your time. Soon enough, you found him outside the convenience store, a cigarette perched between his fingers as he took a slow drag. 

Once his eyes met yours, he exhaled, putting the cigarette out. You walked over to him, ignoring the strong and recognizable scent of cigarettes on him. "I'm sorry I spoke to you that way."

You apologize, not wanting him to stay mad over what you said. He doesn't seem to want your apology, though.

"I don't wanna talk right now." He speaks lowly, and you sigh, grabbing his hands in yours. "Please, Hee.. I didn't mean that.. I was just upset and I misspoke." You apologize again and Heeseung's gaze drops. "So you do wanna live with me?..." He asks as you nod. "Of course I do.. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, baby.."

You hug him and his wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back. "Sorry, I probably stink.." He pulls away, rubbing the back of his neck as you smile.

"It's fine.. I'll try to be less controlling.." He shakes his head. "No.. You were right.. It's a bad habit and I'm gonna quit.. I don't want you to resent me.." 

You smile, kissing his cheek. "I could never resent you.. Don't worry.. We'll help you quit together. Okay?" He nods, hugging you again.

"I'll try my hardest.."

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#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen soft headcanons #enhypen soft hours #enhypen heeseung #heeseung drabbles #heeseung headcanons #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung imagines #lee heesung x reader #lee heeseung

[annwrites]

i think you needed me.

— pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader

— type: ficlet (part of a series)

— summary: billy helps you with homework, you realize you have a crush, & yet another man enters the fold

— tags: billy trying to learn more about you, billy opening up about who he used to be

— tw: references to past sexual abuse/grooming of a minor, mentions of drugs, infidelity, implied abortion

— word count: 4,458

— a/n: going forward, this fic will be dealing in heavy material, like those referenced in the tw & more. sex scenes will be graphic & potentially triggering to some readers. putting it out there now, so some know to stop before following along any further with this post/series.

i hope this post seems okay. idk how i feel about writing billy this way. it feels ooc, bc he's so nice & mature, but he's supposed to be for this story, bc that's the kind of man reader desperately needs to lean on. idk. i think i just need to get more comfortable with characterizing him so differently than i did in my thoroughfare series.

When Billy enters the house, he finds you to his left in the living room. Or, what is now serving as a poor excuse for one. You’re on the floor, lying on your stomach atop a light blue blanket, legs in the air behind you, waving back and forth as you work on what he assumes is homework.

You glance up to him for a moment, a pencil balanced atop your upper lip which is in a pout to keep it in-place and he smirks at the sight.

He holds up a plastic bag from a hardware store. “Brought you a new doorknob.”

You drop the writing utensil. “Does that one have a lock, too?”

“It does.”

You turn back to the textbook in front of you. “Good. Now you can replace the other one that you broke.”

His lip twitches. “Yes, ma’am.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

He repeats the statement yet again before heading up.

A handful of minutes later, he comes back downstairs, seating himself on the cushion-less couch. “Done.”

You look back at him over your shoulder.

He lays an arm across the back of the couch. “What? Do you want to inspect my handiwork?”

You go back to your homework. “Not really. And you’re not getting paid, either.”

He chuckles. “I’d say that’s only fair, since it needing to be replaced at all is my fault to begin with.”

Both of you grow silent then and he leans forward, squinting, trying to get a look at whatever you’re working on. “Number four is wrong.”

He leans back again.

You don’t initially respond, telling yourself that he’s just picking on you. Or that you don’t really care if your decimal is in the wrong place, but you keep glancing back to the question. You sigh loudly then and he smiles in response. “So what’s the right answer, then?”

He shrugs. “You tell me, sweetheart.”

You don’t like him calling you that yet again. Scott is the only one who gets to call you by that term of endearment. Joe had tried it once—twice, maybe—and even if he scared the shit out of you, you made it clear that he could call you by anything else but that. He’d agreed easily, since his cock had just been buried in your warm, wet mouth—close to finishing. His mind was occupied with other things at the time than arguing over meaningless nicknames. He’d given you what you wanted—agreement—and then you’d given him the same: an orgasm, which included swallowing, before his wife came home.

You look at him over your shoulder again. “Don’t ever call me that again. Got it?”

He blinks down at you for a moment, the air in the room shifting as he wonders whether you disliked that specific pet name, or pet names in general. And much more: why? “Sure.” He clears his throat. “It’s four point six seven, by the way. Your decimal is in the wrong place.”

You turn back to your paper, erasing and then correcting. You’d known you had screwed up, but had gotten so frustrated that you’d chosen to eventually move onto the next question.

“I hate math,” you mutter.

He props his other elbow up against the arm of the couch, resting his head against his fist. “It was my favorite subject, actually.”

“Can’t imagine why,” you say, filling in number five, hoping you’ve at least gotten it right. You’re sure Billy will tell you if you haven’t.

“What’s your favorite subject? You like to read, so I assume English?”

You bob your head from side-to-side for a moment. “It’s a tie between that and science.”

Ironic, he thinks. The daughter of a meth manufacturer who loves science.

Speaking of, you’d spent last night on-edge, wondering what the hell had gone through your head to think sharing such a secret with a complete stranger to be a good idea. If any of the men found out…‘being in trouble’ wouldn’t even begin to cover it.

You didn’t want to think what Joe would do to you if he found out you’d ran your mouth off to some random that wasn’t even from here, and clearly not a customer, either.

You weren’t sure that the prospect of him never getting to use you for his own personal sexual satisfaction again would be enough to save you.

Thankfully, however, the only cruiser that had shown up last night—which had still made your heart jump into your throat when you’d glanced out the screen door as your dad went out and you saw it—was Travis’. He’d just been bringing his weekly earnings by to be divvied up.

As your dad stood there counting; ensuring that everything was in-order, he’d stared at you, eyes trailing along your body.

You’d not reacted. You hardly did anymore. They all liked to look. But only a select few were allowed to touch. And he had. Twice now. Even if he was engaged. Not that being spoken-for seemed to matter much to any of them.

Joe had been married now for twenty-five years. Longer than you’d even been alive. But whenever his wife went off to visit her sister, or was to be gone majority of the day and the urge hit him…

Travis was different than him in bed, though.

Then again, they all had their own personal…styles.

Joe really liked blowjobs and demeaning dirty-talk, or taking you from behind—honestly, so long as he was fucking you in some form, he was pleased.

Travis, in the two times you’d now been together, had been more on the gentle side, almost like he was afraid of hurting you—it often made you wonder if that was how his fiancée liked it.

Rhett—in the one time you had been together a year ago—had been tender. You tried not to think about the way he had looked at you that night too much. Or the way he looked at you literally each time he was around you after. With longing, and something else you didn’t want to think about.

He knew what it had been going into it. It wasn’t your problem if he’d hoped for more. You’d been clear from the start.

Sometimes, though, you still felt guilty, knowing that it hurt him each time you slept with one of the other men, or they shared you between them, touching you right in front of him.

And then there was Scott. With him it was just…familiarity. Your bodies simply understanding one another. Wants, needs—they no longer even needed to be talked about. Once your naked skin was pressed against each other—in bed, against the wall, on the bench seat in his pickup, in his garage—it was almost like routine. A pleasant one. Like an old habit that both of you refused to kick. Not that you had any reason to.

Even if, when you fought, it left both of you fuming for days. But the making up was the good part. So, the thought of cutting things off never occurred to either of you. Not that it would last long if you even tried.

You were the only girl he’d bothered to continue carrying on with for so long.

And he was the only man you allowed to kiss you on the mouth.

That was your only rule with the rest of them: they could do, and have you do whatever they desired, but no kissing on the lips. Period.

And then you think of you breaking that rule just yesterday for someone else. But he’d been asleep, so that instance had been different. Or, that’s what you’d told yourself, at least.

You don’t even know why you had done it. Maybe to have a secret of your very own. A new one, that is. Because this house had been that, until he’d showed up.

And now you were back to pretending to be someone else for yet one more man in your life. No more letting your walls down for a few hours and just being a teenage girl with hopes and dreams—playing pretend—even if they dwindled little-by-little as time went on, and you warmed yet one more man’s bed.

He’d ripped that away from you.

You’re broken from your thoughts by Billy speaking again. “I can check your answers once you’re done. If you want.”

“Okay.”

You glance back to him over your shoulder and he meets your gaze with a raised brow. “Need help?”

You study him for a moment, then, “No.”

You turn back around. You’d just been curious as to where his eyes were currently trained at at-present. Because this moment reminds you of a similar one from three years ago, when you’d been fourteen, lying on your stomach on the living room floor, watching TV—you couldn’t even remember what had been on now.

The thing you could recall, however, was Joe sitting on the couch behind you, watching you with hooded lids. When you had turned back to him—feeling suddenly uneasy—you’d watched as he’d adjusted himself over his jeans, making sure you’d seen.

You’d felt sickly after, and hadn’t understood why.

Out of all of them, he’d always been your least-favorite. You had many reasons for that. Perhaps because he was the worst, even if he thought he was the best.

Once you’ve finished, you stand, coming to sit beside Billy, resting back on your calves as you watch him look over your paper.

You study him for a moment, noticing a bit of oil near his brow, and you lick your thumb, then reach toward him to wipe it away.

He pulls back, staring at you. “What’re you doing?”

You don’t reply. You simply clean him up, resting your palm back against your thigh. You wonder if he likes you touching him.

They usually do.

He stares at you for just a moment longer—you can swear that he blushes—before looking back to your paper. “Nine is wrong. Like, way off, kiddo.”

He hands it back to you.

You snort at the nickname, taking it from him. “What is it, then?”

He crosses his arms. “You tell me.”

This again.

You shrug, standing, bending over to put it back in your backpack—you can feel his eyes on your rear. “I can live with one wrong answer.”

He lays his head back against the couch, rolling his eyes. “The correct answer was B, not D.”

You smirk then, pulling the paper back out, quickly correcting it, then putting it away again.

“Never going to learn if I just keep telling you all the right answers.”

You turn back to him then, shrugging. “I’m used to getting what I want.”

He shakes his head lightly.

You sit down again, back pressed against the couch’s other arm, knees bent, feet pressed together in front of you. You break the silence this time.

“So, you went to Hawkins High, too?”

He nods. “Mhm.”

“What were you like? The way you are now?” It seemed to you that most men never grew out of being boys.

He smirks. “No. I was a completely different person.” He rolls his head to the side, looking at you. “Honestly, and this is just going off of a hunch, but I think you would’ve fuckin’ hated me.”

That surprises you. “Really? Why?”

He shrugs, looking up to the ceiling. “I was King Bad-Boy-Asshole. Smoking, drinking, partying, fighting, getting laid and driving a cool car. Generally acting like I didn’t give a shit about anything. Maybe a bit too concerned with my good looks. I had one hell of an ego, too; easily bruised.”

You try to picture this version of him, and for some reason, find it quite difficult to do. You’re not entirely sure that you believe him. But he seems the honest type.

“You’re right. I would’ve.”

And you would. All the guys could get cocky at times. You were used to such behavior. But when it came down to it, especially in regards to business—in whatever capacity—they all pulled their weight; did what was needed—necessary. They looked out for one another.

He smirks again. “You would’ve definitely been my type, though.”

This statement interests you. You lean in toward him. “How so?”

“Attractive, quiet, mysterious. You don’t seem to care much about what other people think. All around hard-to-get. I loved a good chase. As long as I got to break her in like a wild horse in bed at the end of it all.”

He looks at you then.

He’s only half-right about not caring for others’ opinions. Unless they were in your immediate circle, you didn’t. But if they were? You had no choice but to. They expected that from you—you caring about what they do, say, and think. Men like to feel good about themselves, and a supportive young woman is one way to get that validation that they all seem to crave, even if they’d never admit it.

You’d learned long ago to never emasculate them. Any of them. In any form.

“You’re not breaking anything.” You only half mean it. You still think him quite attractive, if nothing else.

It pleases you to hear that he thinks the same of you. Even if you’re not surprised by it.

“Didn’t say I was,” he replies, crossing his arms.

You cock your head to the side. “So, why change?”

“Once my dad kicked me out, real-life hit, and I knew it was time to grow the hell up; the time for games was over. The attitude I had was never going to get me very far.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then he speaks again. “What do you think of me as I am now?”

You shrug. “You’re okay so far. Definitely still a pretty boy, though.”

He scoffs. “Would a pretty boy have hands like these?” He asks, holding his palms up briefly, before settling them against his thighs.

“I was referring to your face, not your hands.”

He chews the inside of his cheek. “Yeah, well, I’m not that.”

Seems like your comment, for whatever reason, has hit a nerve. “Whatever you say, pretty boy.”

He reaches over, grabbing one of your feet, like yesterday, and tugging your sock off, balling it up, and tossing it across the room before massaging the sole.

“Do you have a foot fetish or something?”

His lip twitches in amusement. “No reason why it can’t benefit you.”

You raise a questioning brow.

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t. It’s called being nice. You should try it some time.”

You slide down the couch, settling your other foot in his lap as well. “Oh, I can be very nice. To the right people. Honestly, you probably wouldn’t even recognize me if you saw me with them.”

You stare down at your hands in your lap then.

The latter-most statement had come off as a tad…sad to him. “Why?”

You look at him. “It’s a long story.”

He shrugs, taking your other foot in his rough hands. “No place else to be.”

You glance to the watch on your wrist, knowing Travis is apparently bringing by another cop today to get him dealt-in on the business. He’d asked last night if you’d be there today. You’d said maybe. Meaning that you don’t have to leave.

He looks at your watch as well, then at you. “Do you?”

Your eyes meet his. “Not technically.”

Ever the enigma to him. Never a straight-forward answer with you. You kept him on his toes and guessing, that much was for certain.

“Are you always this cryptic?”

You shrug. “Trust is earned.”

“Trusted me well enough yesterday.”

You glance to him from under your lashes. “I should’ve never told you any of that. It was a mistake. A stupid thing to do.”

His thumbs move to the ball of your foot. “You don’t need to worry. Your secret is safe with me. Besides, I already told you I don’t have any friends. So, who would I have to tell?”

It’s just a general feeling—same as it was yesterday—that he can be trusted. And that’s an unusual occurrence for you. To meet someone like that.

Like him.

He rolls his head to the side, looking at you.

The warmth in his eyes…it’s not often you see such a sight.

“So, who are ‘the right people’, then? Classmates? Boyfriend?”

You cross your arms, shifting uncomfortably. “Family friends.”

He hums, moving his hands back to your other foot. “Why aren’t you with them now?”

“Are you always this nosy?”

He smirks, moving his fingers to your ankle. “Told you yesterday that I only have a few dozen questions to ask. That I find you fascinating.”

“And what do I get for answering?”

His lip twitches. “Helped you with your homework, didn’t I? Sounds like a give-and-take to me.”

“I was doing just fine before you came along.”

He rests the crook of his neck back against the couch. “I think you needed me.”

“Sounds to me like you still have one hell of an ego.”

He chuckles. “Never said I didn’t, honey.”

You glance to your watch again and sigh.

He looks at you, moving his fingers back to your foot, which you then remove from his lap, standing.

You head across the room to retrieve your sock.

He sits up. “Are you leaving?”

You pad back over to your shoes. “Mhm.”

He’s quiet for a moment, thinking. “Want me to give you a ride home?”

You look up to him after slipping them both on. A strange man bringing you home—especially if Scott or Joe were there, or your dad was in a mood—is most certainly a bad idea.

Even at that, with Travis…things were still new and blooming. You knew he felt special—since the rest of them you’d known for years and years—and taking a new guy to bed so soon had made him believe there was something different about him for you. Seeing you with an unfamiliar, like Billy, would only give him doubt.

“No, thanks. I like walking.”

You pull your backpack on and he stands then.

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

You shrug. Normally, you didn’t come here on the weekends to begin with. But you’d procrastinated your math homework yesterday in favor of reading instead. And then had used the unfinished assignment as an excuse to come back today.

You wonder if he always works weekends as well.

He takes a step closer to you, floorboards creaking.

You stare up at him. “Will you be here tomorrow?”

He smiles. “If you want me to be.”

You don’t entirely know what to say to that. “Do you not have work?”

“I don’t work Sundays. And I only work every-other Saturday. It’s the only reason I’m out here today.”

So next weekend you’d have this place all to yourself from the sounds of it. You now had something to look forward to.

You step past him. “And here I thought you came for me.”

He laughs. “Now who has an ego?”

Once the two of you are on the front porch—you really wanted to begin trying to fix this place up, even just a little; perhaps the furniture upstairs could be put to use—you turn back to him. “What I’m doing tomorrow depends on today. Make of that what you will.”

If Travis’ fiancée was to be at work all night, you knew where you’d be this evening. And if you felt wore-out from it come tomorrow, you most likely would hold off on coming back until Monday after school.

Billy raises a brow. “Think I need more details to make anything of it.”

You stand on tiptoes then and press a soft kiss to his cheek, just like yesterday. Once you’re standing on flat feet again, you look up to him with a smile. “Bye.”

He’s blushing again now—you think it sweet that he’s still capable of doing so; the last man who you’d made blush was Rhett, and that was quite some time ago—and you turn, heading through the field to your right without another word.

Billy shakes his head. “What the fuck have I gotten myself into?”

When you come into the yard, you don’t falter in your steps when you catch sight of Travis and his friend leaned back against Travis’ cruiser—another parked behind it—as they speak to your dad.

You merely glance to them, and the new one—he’s perhaps forty, tall, with dark hair and tanned skin, his strong jawline covered in stubble—looks to you with dark eyes for just a moment. His demeanor is cold, hard, distant. Already he unsettles you.

He breaks the staring contest when he looks back to your dad as you head up the front steps, going inside.

You head to your room, softly shutting the door behind you and slipping off your backpack, setting it on the floor before flopping down face-first on your bed. You smile softly to yourself when you think of Billy’s hands on your feet—such an un-intimate part of the body that he’d made feel the very opposite—and the way he’d blushed when your lips pressed against his warm skin.

You had a crush.

The last time you’d felt such a thing was when you first set eyes upon Scott at eight-years-old. It was now a foreign feeling to you, but nevertheless felt…good. It made you giddy, warm, excited. You bury your face in your pillow and softly squeal, kicking your feet. You should’ve told him yes to tomorrow. You wanted to see him again. You wanted to see him every day.

At what was now your place. You still somewhat wish he’d never found it, but he seemed nice enough so far. Different. And he clearly likes you.

But he liked hard-to-get, had said as much out loud. Most men did.

It was always a careful, delicate balancing act upon a high tightrope you were forced to walk day-in and day-out. Glances and soft touches, giggles and flirtatious comments, precise body-language that could be easily construed one way or the other. But never so distant that it left them frustrated or wholly uncertain of your feelings toward them.

They always needed to believe they were the ones in control. That you might think you know what you’re doing, but in reality, they always have the upper-hand. That they know how to play the game far better than you ever could. Because you’re just a girl. Some pretty, empty-headed doll or sex-toy, while they rule the world. That you need them.

You’re broken from thoughts of golden curls, pretty eyes, and handsome smiles by a knock at your bedroom door.

You groan. Travis. You’re sure it’s him.

You turn onto your side, snuggling the pillow under your head. “Yes?”

When the door opens, you’re proven correct. He leans his tall, broad form against the doorway, crossing his arms. You notice his typically short dirty-blond hair is just a tad shorter today—he’d gotten a haircut. He’s wearing a gray t-shirt, which just says ‘HPD’ on the front, and jeans. At least he’d bothered taking his shoes off first—they all know how you hate them walking through the house with them on.

He gives you a small, soft smile. “Where you been all day?”

You shrug.

He hangs his head, shaking it with a smirk and a small chuckle before looking to you again. “Should come outside and meet Cyrus. I’ve told him a lot about you.”

That translated to: I tell him the things we do when Amy is away at work, and he’s interested in also getting to know you on such a level.

Honestly, you’re a bit surprised he would do so. He’d made a ‘joke’ the last time you two had had sex last week, asking ‘how to get you all to himself’. You’d told him that that’s not how things work around here. If some newbie—a cop in particular—came along and demanded you all to himself suddenly…it would not end well for him.

You sit up then, on the edge of the bed, and just stare up at him.

He glances around your room, then back to you. “She’s out tonight, pulling a double at the hospital. You could come over. I’ll even make you dinner. Spaghetti?”

Having dinner made for you was also different. It was the other way around with the rest of them. But he’s still new at this. Trying to woo you, even if it’s completely unnecessary. You don’t need presents to get you to spread your legs for him.

You doing so easily and willingly is a pivotal part in all of this—your role to play; cross to bear. It was one more thing that kept them all coming back—kept them working with your dad, even if he’s unaware of it. You think sometimes he suspects—he’d nearly caught you and Scott once on your bedroom floor—but he says nothing of it if he does indeed know anything.

If you ever stopped—decided to start telling any of them no—they wouldn’t take kindly to it. They saw you as something they were entitled to, something that belonged to them. And even if they accepted that: you wanting to stop—albeit reluctantly—the business would fall apart.

Having an attractive young woman to fuck whenever, and however they pleased for free with minimal effort put into your so-called ‘relationship’ was something they wouldn’t be getting anywhere else.

You don’t come home covered in bruises or crying, and haven’t gotten…well, as of two weeks ago you could no longer say that. That was the day you’d found the house. You’d never needed it more than in that moment after getting out of Joe’s truck a nervous wreck after leaving the clinic.

But because you always seemed fine, your dad let it go. Sometimes you wish he wouldn’t.

You cock your head to the side. “It’ll be just us?” Will your buddy be there, too? You’re asking.

He smiles again, nodding. “Yeah, baby, just us.”

“Okay.”

He grins. “I can take you home with me when I’m getting ready to leave?”

You stand, readying an overnight bag, incase you need it. “Just let me know when you’re ready to go.”

He comes closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, his other hand tugging gently at the hair at the nape of your neck, easing your head back, his lips coming down to settle over your pulse. He kisses, other hand squeezing your rear and he groans. You feel him pressing into your stomach then, hard and firm.

“I will,” he mutters against your skin, sucking on it for just a moment before stepping back. He winks at you before heading back outside.

You simply roll your eyes once he’s out-of-sight.

#fic: stranger things (billy hargrove x reader) #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you

[heavenlymorals]

Why are you always trying to paint Arthur as a misogynist? When he clearly isn't??? I like your posts by why do you hyper fixate on stuff like that?

Hello anon and thanks for the ask.

Well, quite simply, I "paint" Arthur as someone who actively believes in and enforces gender roles because he does so in the game. It's a part of his writing and his character. The canon Arthur is NOTHING like how the fandom here on Tumblr portrays him as. That's also a reason why I started making these posts because I honestly hate when fanon becomes the accepted truth of characters and not the actual canon. It happens all the time.

I'm a very pragmatic person and this will show in my posts. I don't care about what characters COULD be and I focus more on what they ACTUALLY are. That's why my retrospective posts are usually looked at through a psychological, sociological, cultural, feminist, and/or literary point of view. I look at characters and learn things about them through their actions and words, as well as the time period that they are a part of. I do not care at all about making characters seem morally better, especially when it comes to historical attitudes because those historical attitudes aren't as historical as we make them out to be.

They still affect us every single day and only recently have we started pushing back- that's also not mentioning cultures where these attitudes are STILL encouraged, which then changes the way people think. Understanding historical attitudes allows us to understand not only our own cultures better, but people as well and why they do the things they do.

Now let's talk about Arthur. Arthur is a man born in 1863. Women couldn't even get a credit card by themselves without a man till 1974. To put it quite simply, he lived in a time era where women had almost 0 rights and those women who did succeed in life usually had some sort of male support. People supported this system, both male and female. Did you know that when the suffrage movement began, most American women didn't give a fuck because they believed that was men's duties, not their own? Point is is that even if Arthur is a lot more lenient regarding this stuff, he still actively believes in it because of how pungent it was in the society he lived in.

The first mission we have with the female gang members is heading to Valentine. The first thing he says to them is whether Miss Grimshaw could spare them from their domestic chores, already showing that in the gang, the girls' main duty is the domestic work and that Arthur supports this. Later in that mission, when he chases down Jimmy Brooks, he puts Uncle in charge of bringing them back home, even though he is an old ass man and they are three young, healthy, and capable women. In one mission, you got two examples of Arthur being an active encourager of gender roles.

And then there is Sadie- when she expresses her frustration over the work she has to do, he tries to shut her down. When she gets her pants, he mocks her: "You get a pair of pants and all of a sudden you think you're Landon Ricketts?" When she asks Dutch when she can go robbing with them, both him and Dutch laugh her off. When they bust John out of prison, he does it with her cuz literally no one else would help him and when they escape on the boat, he gets visibly annoyed that she doesn't take his hand. There are even more examples of things like this when he antagonizes her, but that's just the main game.

And there is the antagonizations of women performers. "Women shouldn't be doing this." "Go make someone some supper." "Go back to the kitchen." "This ain't ladylike." I'm sorry, but these need no explanations. His antagonize lines are just as canon as his greet lines and the fact that he says stuff like that shows that he believes in gender roles. It's an active part of his belief system.

There are so many more examples of this and the majority of them are subtle but I come from a culture that still treats its women like the 1800s treated theirs so when I ever pick up on these things, it's cuz I've lived it before.

And my final point- this is a historical game. Rockstar made sure to be as accurate as they can in regards to the time period- so characters not only react to historical attitudes but they are a part of it as well. Same goes for Arthur. He's a historical character with a historical background and historical attitudes- and that comes with the good, like chivalry, and the bad, sexism. You shouldn't play a game like RDR if you're expecting characters to feel modern in their thought processes.

Thank you and have a great day.

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #answered #historical attitudes

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Will you? - OC Story

pairing: F!OC: Kathleen "Brass" Moore x John Price words: 2.8k~ cw: pregnancy, smut, toxic relationship, quickie in the bathroom, clothed sex, cunnilingus, pregnant sex, proposal and wedding fic, insults, banter.

There are certain times when John can't help but feel like he's going to absolutely lose it.

Most, if not all, of those times happen with Kathleen.

The woman just has a way of making him want to pull his hair out. She drives him to the brink of insanity on a daily basis.

One would think that, at this point, he would've wised up and nipped it at the bud by breaking up with her. But no.

Maybe John is a sucker for punishment. A masochist, who secretly thinks that he deserves to be treated poorly, considering the cruel things he does on the field and the amount of times he's been a bastard to people. Maybe that's it.

Maybe he feels too deeply for the woman to want to let her go. Maybe he believes one day they'll get better, healthier.

Or maybe he's just obsessed. Maybe the thought of her moving on with another man causes his jaw to clench so tight it might just pop.

Whatever the reason is, the fact of the matter is that, as John watches Kathleen walk away to the bedroom, throwing her hands in the air in frustration and sometimes turning to yell at him some more, he finds himself following her like a stray pup.

She's been yelling at him for about 20 minutes now and, as tends to happen whenever they argue, he argues and yells back, and by the time they notice, they're together in bed, with Kathy panting as John slams his hips furiously against hers.

He assumes that as the outcome currently awaiting him.

Only to notice Kathleen currently grabbing every article of clothing of his from inside the wardrobe, throwing it onto the floor. His beautifully pressed shirts, still in the hangers, being thrown haphazardly.

"Hold on, what are you doing?!" He hears himself ask with raised brows and wide eyes as he moves to stop her.

"Since you've decided to be such an ungrateful bastard for all the things I've done to help you in the last 3 years, then you can get out!" Kathleen retorts in a confrontational tone as she turns and throws open one of the drawers, ripping more of his clothes out and onto the floor.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Kathleen, are you serious right now?" He grunts and moves to grab her hand, turning her around to face him. "Are you hearing yourself? Going to throw away my clothes now?"

"No, I'm throwing **you** out!" The brunette replies and rips her wrist from his grip sharply. "Which I should've done a long bloody time ago!"

John cocks a brow for a moment before his eyes narrow. "And what gives you the right, huh?" He taunts her, taking a step closer, over the pile of clothes on the floor.

Kathleen never wavers when John comes to stand over her, looming and threatening. Never. She's never scared of him. It always sends a thrill down his spine when he remembers that.

He loves the spark in her eye, the way her brow twitches, the way she glares, the way she stands her ground...

She's been talking this whole time, John realizes when she stares at him with a cocked brow and her head tilted at an angle.

He, unfortunately, got distracted by how beautiful she looks. Distracted enough to feel a stirring in his trousers. Not to mention he's gotten quite good at tuning out most of Kathy's nagging, especially when she resorts to insults.

But he also knows she hates being ignored and, when he doesn't reply immediately, that sends her in another tirade.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about."

"You don't care."

"You don't listen."

"You keep trying to gaslight me and invalidate my bloody feelings."

"Not to mention you come and go as you please."

"Spend more bloody time in the pub or at base or at the lake with your bloody fishing rod than with me."

"You don't care about the things I have to do to keep this home properly."

"Well fuck you, Jonathan, you can go and find somewhere else to live!"

John is listening and watching, nostrils flaring and feeling ready to say some choice words to the woman he loves.

She can't just decide to kick him out of the house, to break up with him. Who does she think she is?

She throws the last of his clothes on the pile, only for something to fly off and fall on the floor with a loud clacker of wood and thud of fabric.

Both sets of eyes are drawn to the small cube of black velvet on the floor.

At first, the small bedroom is completely silent, save for their breaths, the two shocked into silence, stunned.

"John? Is that-" She asks in a much gentler tone, meeker even, as she lifts her gaze to find his. Her face is softened, her brows furrowed, her brown eyes so bright and warm, already wet with tears.

John didn't mean for her to find it. He didn't even have a plan in place to propose.

He's had the ring for longer than he should, having bought it so early on in their relationship that one would think he's an unstable, obsessive man.

And maybe he is, because John can't take his eyes off her.

In that moment, as she stands there, her hands clasped together in front of her chest, blinking repeatedly to contain the tears, looking at him so warmly... Kathy has never looked more beautiful.

He finds himself wanting, more than ever, to wake up beside her every morning and kiss that face all over and watch her eyes twinkle when she glances down at the ring on her finger.

Yes, she's a cunt. And he's a bastard. And they're god awful together.

But there may never come a better time than this.

So fuck it.

John bends down, snatches the box off the floor and goes down on one knee in front of her, presenting the rose gold ring with a center pear cut morganite to her.

"Will you marry me?" He asks her.

The wedding planning had been a shit show.

Destination wedding in Portugal, it wasn't that bad of an idea, sure, except for the fact Kathleen's family is ginormous... And has a lot of unresolved issues (it gave him some insight as to why she's Like That™️).

It meant they spent weeks trying to organize who could sit with who at what table and who had to be so far away they might as well be watching the ceremony from England itself.

Not to mention that his mother wanted to have a say on the wedding decor, as did Kathy's mother, and sisters, and aunties.

It was no wonder that, with all that stress, and her job, that she didn't notice her missing periods... or how ill she felt in the mornings, or how she put on some weight, or how she had heartburn, or how her dress had to be let out a few inches on the bodice... or how her engagement ring no longer fit.

It was only after a particularly bad wave of morning sickness, which happened during the morning shift at the hospital, two weeks before the wedding, that she realized something was wrong. This wasn't just stress... or anticipation.

So she did a test, or two.

And then booked an urgent ultrasound at the Tidworth OBGYN unit.

"Captain Moore, what a surprise, I didn't expect to see-"

"Cut the bloody small talk, is my husband in?"

"Yes, of course, he's in his office."

And so she barreled her way in without being announced, slamming the door back against the wall, and receiving a wide-eyed look from John as he sat behind his desk.

He had been knee-deep in paperwork lately, trying to make headway and get ahead on his work so he could take his leave uninterrupted and have both a good wedding and a proper honeymoon/rest with Kathy.

"Kathy? What's wrong?" He asked her in extreme confusion. It was almost 5PM and normally he'd see her at home later in the evening, not in his office during the day.

Kathy huffed out of her nose and slammed the door closed again, causing it to rattle in the frame before she stomped toward her soon-to-be-husband, looking like a bull about to attack.

His mind quickly ran through all the possibilities of things that could be wrong, a strange feeling of dread forming in his stomach. Did he forget to do something for the wedding planning? Did he forget to call someone? Did someone cancel on them? Did he not take out the trash? God, what day was it, had he missed her birthday?

Now up close, John noticed how her eyes were beginning to glaze over with tears and her lip trembled, causing her chin to wrinkle as she tried to hold in a sob.

He brought her in to his chest with his arms, unsure of what was wrong, but relieve that it was nothing to do with him. "What's wrong?" He beckoned again as he felt her sit across his lap, cupping her head with his hands and tucking her into his chest.

"You got me pregnant, you bastard..." Kathleen whined, which caused John's back to stiffen and for him to blink for a moment, feeling like his brain was doing the physical equivalent of a computer blue screening.

"What?" He ended up asking, raising his brows to his hairline, and looking at her with eyes so wide that he looked almost like a puppy at the vet, that didn't understand what was happening to it.

The brunette raised her head to look at John through tear-filled eyes. "I don't know how- I-" She whimpered, her lip trembling.

"Are you... Are you sure?" John asked, a bit stunned, as if a nurse and, especially, his soon-to-be-wife, wouldn't be thorough enough to check before telling him this.

"Yeah... I just had an ultrasound... There's... there's a baby in there..." Kathy nodded her head, for once not seeming upset at John's perceived stupidity.

John took a deep breath and looked up and away, focusing on the blank wall across from his desk as he kept caressing his wife's head. He seemed to need a moment to think, and Kathy, for once, didn't interrupt that.

"Are you okay?" He ended up asking as he looked down at her. "Is it okay?"

"Yeah..." Kathleen nodded and ran a finger under her eyes to wipe some stray tears. "I just... It... It blindsided me... Didn't even... Didn't notice my periods not coming..." She murmured.

John nodded as he heard her, running a hand gently over her side, toward her belly. "Did... did the doctor say how far along you are?" His blue eyes found the woman's brown ones.

"It's a bit of guess work..." The woman murmured. "We guessed somewhere between 16 and 19 weeks, but could be more..." She trailed off.

"Bloody hell... That long?" John grunted as he looked down at her stomach again.

The brunette looked down as John ran a hand over her stomach, smoothing the fabric of her scrubs, and his fingers carefully prodded her lower belly, as if seeking out the swollen uterus.

Kathleen stretched a bit against John, straightening her spine over the armrest of his desk chair, to let him touch her stomach a bit better. Even she hadn't had time to adapt to what she now knew wasn't just stress-induced weight gain, so she also didn't really know what her belly felt like.

"What are we gonna do?" Kathleen murmured, her voice surprisingly meek, earning her another glance from John, whose eyes were softened, his lips beginning to curl up.

"We, my love," He began as he leaned toward her and gently kissed her cheek, then the corner of her mouth. "are going to be parents." He said simply.

Kathleen scoffed at his dumb, obvious remark, but, at the same time, she felt the way it lit up a warmth in her tummy to think of herself as a mum, to think of John as a dad. "I guess we are."

"And we'll be damn good ones." John added, this time earning a proper groan from Kathy, who shoved his face away, causing him to chuckle.

"I will be, I don't know about you, Jonathan." She retorted.

"I'll be a bloody fine father, you vile woman." He said in an amused way.

"Will you?" She quipped with narrowed eyes and a look of disbelief.

August 10th, 2016

John had never before been so thankful to have been able to convince Kathleen to do anything. And that anything was hire a wedding planner.

It had helped settle half of the issues with their families, plus had allowed for them to take the last two weeks 'off' to focus on themselves and decompress before the wedding.

Aka, deal with the hit to the face that was the pregnancy.

It also allowed John to talk the wedding planner into working some things around and let him and Kathleen have a moment to themselves, while the guests mingled outside, drinking sangria and eating canapés.

His wife looked so beautiful in her dress, the top framing her tits so perfectly, her face covered in pretty make-up, her brown hair tied back into a bun, and the smell of perfume on her neck...

He had felt tears prickling at his eyes when she had first come down the aisle, armed locked with her father, as both their families flanked her and watched fondly, noting the smile on her lips and the way her veil dragged along behind her, held up by one of her nieces.

She had looked so beautiful in the sunlight, looking up at him fondly, her face round and perfect... He didn't know how he resisted grabbing her right there and planting a kiss to her lips.

So, he whisked Kathleen away to one of the suites they had used to prepare and into the ensuite bathroom. And, now, away from prying eyes, with all the time in the world (read fifteen to thirty minutes), he was going to make sure to do what he wanted to do.

He hiked up the poofy skirt of her dress, as well as the many underlayers and petticoats she wore underneath, then sunk to his knees on the tile floor.

Pushing her ass back against the sink and giving her all the fabric to hold, he grabbed one of her legs and tossed it over his shoulder before he glued his lips to her cunt.

He couldn't see her through the layers of fabric she was holding in her arms, overflowing and hiding him from view, but he could hear the way she mewled and crooned happily as he licked her clitoris and sucked her folds.

"John..." Kathleen called out his name as he slobbered over her cunt, spreading the lips with two of his fingers before diving in and sinking his tongue into her winking hole.

"That's it, Mrs. Price..." He purred while digging his thick fingers into the meat of her thigh. The new term of endearment caused her to whine, her back arching while she bucked her hips against his face. "Oh, you like that, don't you, da'lin'?"

"J-John..." She whimpered again. "Please... I need..." She huffed, her breath already a bit ragged, and sweat pooling in her brow, not that John could see it.

Chuckling, he pushed himself back up to his feet, then grabbed her around the hips, turning her to face the vanity sink.

His hand wrapped around her lower stomach to protect the bump already forming on it, while the other undid his belt buckle with haste and pulled his trousers and underwear down.

After another moment of shuffling with her dress to, this time, lift the back, John succeeds at shimmying his way between Kathleen's plush thighs, his cock slowly pushing past her slick folds, to bury itself deep inside her.

They both groaned at the feeling, John's free hand gripping the side of her hip before pulling her back onto him, before sliding up to grip her bare shoulder, bending her at the hip toward the sink and the mirror held above it.

Then he began slowly and steadily moving inside her, his hips snapping forward toward her.

The soft crooning and whimpering sounds falling from Kathy's lips echoed in the tiled bathroom, causing a rumble of a chuckle to escape John.

"Don't get too loud, Kat, don't want anyone to hear us, do you?" John teased a bit while his hand rubbed and cradled her baby bump with all the care in the world, making sure she wouldn't hit it against the edge of the sink.

"Oh, fuck off, Jonathan... Who's going to hear us? Everyone's out-s-side!" She stuttered when he pounded his cock a bit harder into her warm cunt, causing her to cut herself off from complaining.

"And? I don't want them to know what I'm doing to my wife..." He grunted in her ear, leaning close to gently nibble at her earlobe. "...to the mother of my daughter..."

the engagement ring

#ikea writes 💚 #cod oc #oc: kathleen “brass” price #price x kathleen #john price x oc #cod fanfic #cod fandom #oc smut #price smut #john price smut #captain price smut #cod smut

[sunshineandspencer]

Change in behaviour (Iridescent, Part 6)

Let me stress, this is not Maeve from the show, but my own Maeve just named the same to send Spencer into hell whenever he thinks about it.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!OC.

Summary: Once Penelope took notice of Spencer’s changed behaviours towards Maeve, she dragged him off for answers that she was going to get.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: swearing, spencer is oblivious to his feelings™

Parts: Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt7

Over the next couple of weeks, through the last couple days working, the month at the college, and then back to work, something had changed with Spencer Reid. A blind man would be able to see just how different he’s being around her

Ava - which is his new name for her now, that she adores - would’ve joked about how she only nearly had to die for him to get the stick out his ass, but the last time she said that, he told her off. It wasn't fun.

She doesn’t want to say that his behaviour is coming off as protective, because he’s sort of all over the place.

The first time she noticed it was when he inserted himself into conversations with LEOs, the ones that were either being a touch too friendly or blatantly flirting with her. Breaking through their persistence and getting them to fuck off. But would then turn around and call her stupid for not just walking away and needing someone else to take care of her.

Only to lead her back to the conference rooms with a hand on her lower back.

For the month they spent at the college, while her bruises were still healing and several people kept giving them concerned looks, he was the one to get their coffees. Memorising her order and actually paying, plus keeping soft conversation with her the whole time. However, he still calls her ‘assistant’ in the lectures and treats her as such.

She firmly believes he can’t make his mind up about her, which makes everything so much more confusing.

Spencer, on the other hand, is losing his damn mind.

To him, Ava seems completely unaware when men were genuinely unaware of men trying to flirt with her. She can acknowledge blatant flirting, from guys looking for a hookup, but people actually interested in her were overlooked despite their flirting. Causing him to step in far too often to tell people to back off when they started getting frustrated at her lack of acknowledgement. 

What little grasp she has on her own wellbeing drives him crazy. Sure, profiling would tell him that it’s from a lack of male attention in her teen years that wasn’t teasing or fake, irrationality tells him that she’s doing it on purpose just to piss him off.

In getting their coffees, he noticed just how much caffeine she’s been drinking, hell, it’s more than him, and swapped her order without her realising. It made her less twitchy, she didn’t crash halfway through the day, and it let him use that as an excuse for why he’s suddenly able to get on with her.

Absolutely no other reason.

Their coffee dates - which he still refuses to call them - extending to every morning and not just when they’re at the college means nothing.

The fact that he still goes to her apartment each morning for a lift, despite his coffee machine and car both being back in working order, means nothing.

Most importantly, the way that his heart jumped when she wore a sundress or called him ‘Spence’ for the first time had to mean nothing.

He couldn’t allow his mind to trick his body into reacting like that. Logic tells him that the only reason he’s displaying signs of falling for Ava is because of her name. It’s the reason that he hated her, for reminding him of his dead girlfriend. Surely it could be the reason he’s getting pseudo symptoms of a crush.

He’s looking for the Maeve he knew in the one that he’s got. That’s all it is. Crossed wires. There isn’t a reality he could face where it’s anything more than that.

Which is were Penelope Garcia comes in.

Of all the people in the BAU, he’s been closest with her the longest - not able to think of a time where they weren’t the bestest of friends. If he believed in soulmates, and platonic soulmates, it would be her. And she sees straight through him.

Dragging him to the IT cave for an interrogation but made sure he’s comfortable first. Placing him in a chair and shoving a plush elephant into his hands, sitting down to glare at him.

“Right. What’s going on?”

“Nothing--”

“If you try to tell me you’ve not got the hots for our Osmond, I’ll put you on a coffee strike.”

His jaw clenched and she knew that she’d gotten it right - courtesy of spending the majority of her working life around profilers. Squealing softly and wheeling closer to pat his knees excitedly.

“My Spencie has a cru~ush!”

Scowling at her, he gently brushed her hands off his knees and slumped in the chair. Tugging the elephant plush tight against his stomach and looking off absently into the monitors behind her. Honestly wishing he wasn’t having this conversation.

“It’s not like that Penelope.”

Making a face at him, she wheeled back into his lines of sight and frowned at him.

“What is it like then? Because you’ve been fawning over our Maeve for weeks now.”

“That’s just it!” He sits up, gesturing wildly with one hand while the other holds the plush close, getting frustrated. “It’s her name!”

“Her.. are you seriously telling me that you only like her because she’s also called Maeve”

Groaning, he dragged a hand down his face, really not wanting to be having this conversation. Not when he’s made this neat little box of all his excuses- reason, for why he doesn’t like her. Having Penelope poking around isn’t going to do any good for his little box.

“No. I don’t like her because of her name. It’s just a mistake, a bunch of fucked up chemical impulses. The only reason my brain thinks it likes her is because she’s also called Maeve. It’s associating that love I had for her with Ava, that’s all.”

It’s quiet, but he can’t bring himself to look at her. For a split, idiotic, second, he assumed his reasoning got through to her. 

Forgetting this is Garcia he;s talking to.

“Oh sweetie. What goes on in your clever head that made you think that?”

He finally looks at her, and she can see him pleading. Nonverbally asking her not to poke holes in his only defence against falling for Ava. So she sighs softly, knowing he needs to get to the conclusion she has, but it has to be his realisation.

“Alright. Let’s do a hypothetical, pretend there was never a Maeve Donovan. Tell me what you like about Maeve Donnelly.”

“I can’t just--”

“Hush! Tell me what you like.”

Penelope had whipped her hand out to press her finger to his lips, and when she pulled it away she clearly expected an answer. Cutting through his frustration at having to hypothetically pretend he’d never known that Maeve.

Besides, he knew he'd never be allowed to leave if he didn’t play along.

“Well.. she treats her car like her baby, even if she does drive like a lunatic. It’s cute, I guess, how she fusses over every turn I make and whenever I adjust something in her car. The only thing she wouldn’t let me touch was the radio, but she listens to classical music on the way back from work so I don’t mind. Then, even when she does play her own music on the way to college or work, it’s actually pretty good. There’s this one band she really likes - loves, really - called Set It Off, and she saw them in London last year, but she keeps the tickets attached to her fridge. Uhm.. she lets me ramble, you know. Never tells me to shut up, or tries to come up with some useless excuse to get away from me. And I tested her once, talked about the explosion of Vesuvius for an hour and a half, and at the end of it she actually had more questions for me, good questions. God, and she asks the best questions in my lectures, even when she knows the answers, letting me repeat or cover my favourite part of the lecture - because she knows it’s my favourite part. My tie, my favourite tie, I spilled coffee on it a couple weeks back and couldn’t get the stain off, somehow she managed to find and buy me the exact same tie a week later. I still don’t know how she managed that. Back when I was still being a dick, she still let me use her car to drive to the college, and she bought me coffees and let me sulk in quiet - hell, she completed the essays I set because she enjoyed it. Sometimes I have to check her report before they’re sent off, and she leaves little smiley faces for Emily as a ‘break in the nastiness’. She memorised my coffee order before I even met her, she didn’t go for a handshake, and she cleaned my desk for me when I first arrived. I called her angel once - twice - and now whenever she hears the word angel, she looks at me. And the only reason I know that is because.. I’m usually already looking at her.”

Finally taking a breath, he hadn’t expected it to be so hard, his lungs hitting against his ribs and almost threatening to tear through. Now that he’s said all that out loud, which isn’t even half of the reasons, he’s come to a sickening conclusion about his own feelings.

Hell, the only reason he’d stopped talking is because he’d run out of breath, it worried him, how much more he could say about her.

Penelope, blinking slowly, had clearly not expected the entire spiel he just came out with. Sure, she had guessed that he had a lot to feel about Ava, but not that much. Eventually shaking herself out of it to wheel closer again, laying her hand on his forearm to drag him out of his own head.

“And do any of those reasons have to do with the other Maeve?”

“No..”

The word felt heavy in his mouth, like his body was protesting this influx of awareness.

Honestly, he hadn’t felt like this since Maeve. Fuck.. he’s not even sure he felt this about Maeve. In his head, he’s always considered her as his first love, but to be honest.. He’s not sure anymore.

Maybe it was just the guilt, of finally having something resembling a relationship with someone who liked him, only to lose them and their last words being their professed love. But over the years, when he thought about Maeve, it wasn’t grieving a loved ripped away from him, it was just losing someone he had started to care about.

He hadn’t loved her, but he didn’t know that. Not until he realised that whenever he thought of a Maeve, he thought about Ava. And whenever he thought about how much he loved Maeve, he thought about Ava.

So maybe his first love is Maeve.. just not the one he expected it to be.

Penelope, after a few words of support, knowing he needed to deal with this alone, let him go while still holding onto the plush. The little supportive elephant was tugged close to his stomach as he blindly walked back to the bullpen.

Ava was there, of course she was, and she’d already packed her bag up. Biting softly at her bottom lip as she packed away his bag, which she did whenever he took too long.

Then she was looking up, and his throat was lodged firmly in his throat as she smiled at him, not sure how he managed to walk over to her. Even though he heard the words that she was saying, not a lot of it got through the haze he was currently in.

“Hey Spence, you took too long and I sorted out your bag again. That.. is such a cute plushie, did you get it from Penelope? She never lets me have one.”

She pouted softly, looking down at the plush held tight between his fingers, before focusing back on his bag. Doing it up as he looked between her and the little pink elephant he was crushing against his stomach.

How the hell did he convince himself that he hated this woman?

Sniffing, he thrust the elephant into her hands and picked up his bag, hooking it over his shoulder and starting to walk out. Pulling out her car keys from his pocket.

“You can have it. Let’s go, I want to grab coffee on the way home.”

Forcing himself not to focus on her happy little laugh, or the way she had called him Spence again, as if it didn’t cause his heart to finally dislodge from his throat and plummet into his stomach.

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#spencer reid #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x self insert #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid oneshot #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds oneshot #criminal minds x reader

[yandere-paramour]

How would our yans react to a Chronically Ill!Darling?

I've got fibromyalgia and a few other things that the doctors can't figure out, and I practically live off Tylenol and ibuprofen, how would they react to finding it out or how would they take care of them?

Before anything, Vivien is a caregiver. He is an amazing partner to have if you're chronically ill. No matter how bad it gets, you could be bleeding, puking, diarrhea-ing yourself into oblivion all over him and he would clean it all up with no protest and then bring you a cold drink. Obviously, he doesn't want to deal with puke and shit, but if it's you, it's worth doing. No matter how gross, tedious, or annoying a task is, you're feeling worse and it's his responsibility to help you feel better. He doesn't mind if you snap at him or push him away, he knows everyone gets snippy and frustrated when they're sick or hurt; he'll just go take a walk until you text him to come back. He won't mention it, but he will accept your apology with a kiss if you offer. Above everything else in the world, he lives to serve, love, and care for you. As long as you're letting him in, he's in ecstasy. He hates seeing you in such a state, but he loves taking care of you. It's okay, you'll be better soon. He can be patient.

Atalanta loves caring for you, but she also has the money to do more. She will hire only the most knowledgeable doctors and researchers to study you and your case only. Expect the longest doctor's appointment of your life as they examine every part of you. They will run labs and study your condition; there will be an entire university floor of research dedicated to improving your health. Atalanta has to run the company so she simply cannot be by your side every minute, but she will hire a rotating cast of nurses to be by your side at any and every time (think Marta from Knives Out). The nurses will all be great companions, too; she can easily match their personalities and interests to yours, and they will be friends as well as caretakers. Depending on the severity of your condition, she might get a nurse or three to live on the floor below the apartment so there is always at least one person nearby to always ensure your health and survival. Atalanta isn't for the messy parts, but she will always be only a phone call and a 10-minute drive away from love and support. You will improve from all the illegal medications and painkillers she can smuggle into the country, and you will be the healthiest you've ever been from the nutritionist carefully planning your diet. Need a hospital stay? Atalanta will personally accompany you to a stay at a private hospital and stay calm and steady the whole time, even if she's worrying herself to death internally. Anything you can need or want is yours, and you will feel the best you ever have. You might even be cured via some experimental treatments she funds. She's not above throwing on a suit and blackmailing all the bigwigs in the entire city into donating hundreds of thousands at a "Fibromyalgia Research Fund" gala. No expense is too much for you.

#Atalanta my oc #Vivien my oc #yandere imagine #yandere blog #soft yandere #yandere darling #yandere oc #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere fluff #yandere x darling #yandere lesbian #possesive yandere

[generalluxun]

Apropos of nothing, do you remember that idea we discussed where Adrien & Chloe swap parents but keep the same default coping mechanisms/temperaments?

So Adrien spends a lo of time day dreaming & basically lives near full time in a sort of Chat Noir-esc persona minus the hero elements & tends to try and draw others into it.

Meanwhile for Chloe everything is a fight, all the time, but there's also no real victory, its an endless staircase where meeting wining is just the new standard for 'acceptable'.

Let me wondering what dynamics would have emerged in such an AU.

Like,

Adrien is probably more popular than Chloe ever was, but also likely even easier to manipulate or use. With Chloe in canon its mostly directing her anger that is nominally easy, while here it'd be simple to get Adrien to buy stuff for people or give out tickets ETC.

I imagine the 'issue' is that he's not much for social boundaries or restraint so he can become clingy very quickly and get very upset if he feels rejected.

Chloe meanwhile may only be going to school to get away from her father or even as a pride thing, "People will think I only succeed because you pay people" or cos Adrien was going through a rough patch maybe. Probably a combo.

I think her default temperament would be closer to Gabriel or Kagami's. She's colder and more urbane than canon, but still very blunt at best. Still she reserves hostility for competition, where its let out as nearly unchecked but very targeted aggression. She's not as disliked due to not picking a fight with everything that moves & being a bit more restrained, but she basically viewed as an ice queen.

In this regard, Adrien is probably the only person off the cuff to be able to be particularly affectionate or playful with Chloe. Cos he's been around long enough that he kind of exists outside her normal perspective. Similarly, Chloe can be rougher around the edges with Adrien than most others & he doesn't take it badly as he knows she's never leaving him.

I am unsure where Sabrina or Marinette would end up in this scenario, maybe they are friends?

Without having to deal with Chloe's bulldozer personality for several years Marinette may be more confident. Not a Queen Bee exactly, but definitely the go to girl. How well said confidence holds up to a challenge however is unclear.

Sabrina likely is still rather neurotic about needing to feel useful to others given that attitude stems from Roger. So she might volunteer a to in class, and be another "Easy to take advantage of" person.

Kagami, her & Chloe's relationship would be interesting I feel cos it'd bemore overtly a rivarly. But I think regarded very differently by both.

To Chloe, Kagami is a peer, a foe, someone to overcome; someone who can nd has defeated her and she hates it, even if part of her is drawn towards her regardless.

For Kagami she'd start of being like, "Ooh marvelous competition, such an aggressive dueling style!" only to realize Chloe takes 'ZERO' pleasure in this, or almost anything she does. So for her part of it would almost be wanted to crack the shell, or dethaw the ice queen.

Beyond that... Yeah no clue, though I imagine Chloe & Gabriel are on less good terms than Adrien & Gabriel were, but also more subtly.

Like, Adrien was more open expressing frustration or resentment with his father, but still wanted his love and hoped he'd warm up. Meanwhile I feel for Chloe it'd have become so tense and toxic at least since Emilie died that while she wants tp prove herself to him, its another challenge, a contest, a battle of wills to her. here's no real hope for love or warmth, she just wants to win.

ALso realize why I thought of this, low key imagining her having an Akuma with somehting like this happening: https://youtu.be/tWTQyCrq0Ts?si=R5_KSbqtZGd4ok5w&t=290

Start at 4:50 if interested.

We have different ideas of this! So I'll lay mine out.

Adrien: I think you're still clinging to the 'good boy Adrien' of canon and warping what we're doing here to fit that. Adrien i not evil, but he is not *socially functional* here. He is not transaction based, he is escapism personified. Might he be nice to talk to? Yes. But ay any given moment he might tangent off into a lore dump of one of the (many) worlds he's made up entirely in his head. Not only that, he might just start larping it at you without warning and without any indication even *he* is aware he's crossed the boundary.

Think 'ahaha I have ADHD so bad watch my hyperfixate!' only not in the quirky tumblresque manner but in the actual social impairment manner. He's not anti-social he's A-social, and there is a small chance if his 'reality' is challenged he MIGHT get aggressive. Most people can humor hi, and his manner can be fun for a while, but it can also be extremely draining. Only a few people can handle it 'full time'.

Chloé: I think you're adding canon spice here again, keeping the ire-antagonist angle. I see it much more as competition for the sake of the *competition*. She needs another award. Being an 'ice queen' is wasted effort. Being mean would indicate a level of attention to people that most are just not worth.

The difference can be highlighted with Kagami for example- Kagami might seek a rivalry(she enjoys them. There's a form of connection and socialization in acknowledging a peer and beating/losing to them specifically) Chloe just couldn't care less. You're an opponent for the length of a match, then the match is over and there's another, and another, until a trophy is won or lost and then it's on to the next competition. There's no reviewing; no bitterness nor pride. As soon as the trophy is won or lost it's worthless as is everything involved in winning it. It's not a snide or dismissive attitude(again, that would take effort) it's just a sort of detched/focused 'Next Quest!' mentality. She is the 'questing knight'.

I don't think Chloe would make connections with most people(for obvious weapons) and could definitely make a terrible first impression. However those who knows her (from a distance obvi) would often have a 'stand back and check this out' mentality. She's not great to talk to but just *seeing what she'll do next* is entertaining, success or failure.

now Sabrina and Marinette

Sabrina: If we're keeping her as knowing and being devoted to Chloe via family ties, then she would be 'Squire' to Chloé's knight. Constantly there with a spare foil, a new pencil, or a towel. She's a one-girl cheering section who takes more pride in Chloé's achievements than Chloé does herself(though she never touts them when Chloe is around, since Chloé takes a negative view on all past victories as 'meaningless') If you want Chloe to focus on you, just pick on Sabrina. You'll feel her eyes boring a hole in you before she tackles you, if you're lucky. If Sabrina is instead attached to Adrien through connections then she'll be his playmate and partner in all his fantasies. She's an 'Adrien Whisperer' who remembers each of his worlds and all the little details for ease of translation. She enjoys her status as the one constant in his worlds, and guards it a little jealously. She's good for his peace of mind, but probably bad for any sense of healthy socialization for him, as she would view any effort to 'bring him into the real world' as bad.

Marinette: In regards to Chloé, Marinette would definitely have some oppositional issues. Marinette likes competition and winning, but she likes it from the social aspect. Rivalry is fun(as long as it's light, Kagami can be a bit intense for her) but all her attempts to engage Chloé slide right off. 'I'll get you next time!' elicits a shrug at best. 'Ha I beat you!' elicits even less. Similarly attempts to ingratiate fall flat. Gifts are unwelcome, praise earns eyerolls. Marinette is stubborn though, so her long term goal would be to figure out this being who is so antithetical to herself. She'll find a way to *matter* to Chloe some how. The worst thing for asomeone with only child syndrome is being ignored. 🤣 With Adrien Marinette would be both enamored and repulsed. It would create quite the internal struggle for her. He's Gorgeous, and he's oh so creative! She loves his little head-worlds and could listen to him talk about them forever. *BUT* when he acts them out, when he brings the imaginations into reality. She gets intense second-hand embarrassment. She projects her own insecurity at being seen as immature onto him and it eats at her. So their relationship becomes a push-pull of: does she pull him out of his fantasy worlds? Does she learn to set aside her embarrassment? Do they meet somewhere in the middle? Does the attraction overcome the hurdles? (Is Sabrina an obstacle?) How does she know if Adrien is attracted to her, or the her in his head? Who is the her in his head? With him having such a vivid imagination she might feel very exposed around him. He *thinks* about her, and she can't hide in his head.

I hope some of this long winded explanation helped.

#ask #miraculous au #Parent Swap #coping mechanisms remain #I know the coping remaining isn't realistic but those were the ground rules #chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #sabrina raincomprix

[phasesofpencils]

Im at least pleasantly suprised by the amount of reaction channels i watch that watched the new helluva and at least came out of it with "i can see both sides." While both sides being both right and wrong is, maybe debatable. Instead of just being frustrated and blaming Blitz for upsetting their best boy Stolas. I'm so used to Blitz misunderstanding or not communicating with Stolas or brushing him off cus he's still upset with him about Ozzie's and everyone getting mad at Blitz for it that its a breath of fresh air to see that for once not everyone is just blindly hating on Blitz for how he reacted. There's still plenty if channels that do but it's nice to see Blitz at least get some sympathy.

Now if only any character in the show could show him the same instead of gaslighting and blaming him. Have him talk about it with Fizz, Fizz made assumptions about their relationship based on Ozzie's but the truth is he never had the full picture and never realized their "relationship" was so unbalanced. Or now that their jobs aren't on the line have him talk about it with the I.M.P gang, although what sucks is that based on the trailer we already know Millie is gonna joing the blame Blitz bandwagon as well. (or assume because who else gets on the receiving end of "you push people away" lecture but Blitz). Even if it ends up being an hallucination like I've seen it be theorized. Like, MILLIE of all characters, the one that's been the most tolerant and even enabling of Blitz's behavior thus far.

#helluva boss critical

[spidvrbatz]

Baby Regressor Robin from Teen Titans - Brown Comfort Moodboard

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#i usually do these at night but this one is a req from a friend n i wanna crank it out as fast as i can #not cuz im rushing but just cuz im excited (im rushing cuz im excited not cuz i wanna be done with it yk?) #i get to thinking about character analysis cuz its what i needa do for this fool #and all other moodboards yk #he would so totally play detective around the manor with his little play binoculars #he would scare himself with his thoughts cuz yk he's the only kid around there #he definitely scrapes his knees a lot n since brucey isnt there to help alfred with the garden..well #now he is #in teen titans specifically he tries to be so cool and succeeds but #hes a geek. #point blank period hes a geek #and hes a BABY #a very pouty baby #also he's a chess nerd #he pretended to be a pirate too #hes scared of the dark #so his room is filled with some fairy lights #n comfy blankets #hes more ready to admit his “bad” emotions when he's little versus when he's big #like being scared of angry or frustrated #when he's small alfred dresses him in corduroy pants and cotton sweaters #his favorite season is the fall but he hates all the pumpkin spice latte girlies #and he knows how to play the piano sorry guys #he wasn't even forced to fr he just saw alfred playing it one night while bruce n selina were hanging out n he was like omg i wanna do that #to me nightwing and robin are completely different people #obviously yk #like nightwing prolly plays electric guitar and is GOOD at it #but robin is just barely picking up a guitar he doesnt even know how to HOLD it #he's still working out who he is #moodboard tag

[wolvertooth]

trying to piece together the team x/weapon x timeline is so difficult but i think origins sabretooth puts it best⤵️⤵️⤵️

they just keep mind wiping them lol.

#getting this screenshot made me read it again and fuckkkkk its really the best sabretooth comic imo #everytime i come back to it i know more of the references its making #bc its all based on actual comic events #well. the later stuff anyway #it just really gets right how creed is a version of logan that gave up. gave up on getting better. but also still different. #like he kills silverfox cuz hes convinced that logan is just gonna do it eventually #so he might as well save logan from the guilt of killing her himself(which victors probably experienced before) #and he doesnt fucking understand. he doesnt understand that logan fights him out of genuine hate and not just cuz he feels like it #victor views them both above everyone else. so it doesnt matter who he kills. as long as it gives logan a reason to keep fighting him. #like hes literally SO HAPPY that one time logan punches first....he just wants him to fight him for fun for once!!!! #but he can only get him to do it out of hate. and that frustrates him. #but he keeps at it cuz he knows that eventually one day he'll convince him(hes......really projecting)

[scringee]

This is the only way to express how I'm feeling

#i try not to talk about my home life on here but im honestly so fucking frustrated that if i dont get this out i might just kill someone #my family car broke down in January of this year #my father refuses to get a new one because he thinks hes saving so mucj more money and he doesnt feel like he has any incentive #acting as if he was giving us free trips #i would literally pay him 100 dollars a fucking week to help take me in and out of work #and he just doesnt like acknowledge that at all #so now im having to take ubers to and from work every day. each trip is like 20+ dollars so that 40+ dollars a day five days a week #im averaging spending 200 dollars a week jusy to get into work #and i work a minimum wage shitty fucking job so all of my paycheck goes straight into ubers and fucking therapy every week #ive had to skip so many sessions becaause theyre all 50 dollars after insurance #and im just so frustrated #i want to move out so bad but how can i save enough if im constantly hemorrhaging cash #the only reason hes saving money is because he fucking works from home #i just dont know what to do at this point i feel so helpless #becayse even if hou casually bring it up my dad immediately assumes youre ATTACKING him and how DARE you and im tited im so fucking tired #how am i meant to move out in these conditions #how am i meant to do anything #i have no fucking social life because i literally just cant afford it im going to cry #i hate him. i hate my dad so fucking much #vent #ig. #scringee mouth