#cussing

[thehyperfixationspeedrunner]

This is me trying

Summary: It's been a month since what Cardan has been calling the "reptile accident" when he decides to get up before Jude, not knowing the consequences.

OR these two are traumatised and they may not acknowledge it, but I will.

Trigger warnings (already put in the tags but I'm not sure if I did it right so better safe than sorry): panic attack, cussing

It's weird how easily you fall into routine. It's barely been a month since what Cardan has started calling the "reptile accident" or the one he likes best "revealing his true form" (although that one isn't used in front of Jude, she's not sure why but she prefers it that way). Anyway, it's been a month since Cardan has been transformed into a snake, since Cardan and Jude has started to live together as the King and Queen of Elfhame but they have already established a routine, even if neither of them has noticed it until today.

Jude is always the first to wake up - Jude was raised by a general and Cardan by a prince, so that part is obvious. She dresses first, giving Mr. Lazy time to sleep, and then she wakes up sleeping beauty even though he always complains that while there aren't people busting into the room saying he's late, she's waking him up early. He never says he hates it. Jude suspects is because he can't lie. From then, Jude orders breakfast while Cardan dresses up, and they eat together before having to deal with their royal obligations.

Today, however, was different. Shockingly, Jude was able to have some good 6 hours of sleep and woke up a bit disoriented. See, this is the bad part about sleeping a lot. When you wake up, your senses take a while to turn on. That's definitely the reason why Jude barely sleeps, at least that's what she tells everyone when they ask her. Because of that, she took a bit to notice that she was alone in bed, which triggered something in her brain. She instantly gets out of bed and starts to look in every corner of their room repeating to herself that everything is fine, Cardan just woke up earlier and is dressing up or putting the hundred of layers that he puts every morning because "I know I look impressive naturally but I am the High King, Jude, I have to look perfect". Except he is nowhere to be found.

See, a small but important part of this quickly created routine was when Jude woke up and she would always look to the side and see Cardan relaxed and asleep, would look at his chest rise and fall and make sure that, yes, he's alive and, no, this last month was not a fever dream, he really is here. Without that confirmation, Jude is starting to spiral, and the fact that Cardan is not in the room doesn't help.

She tries to take a deep breath. She's the High Queen goddammit, she can't panic every time a minor routine change happens. But the truth is that she cannot take the deep breath. She cannot even take a small breath. She's pretty sure she's not breathing at all. But she has to because Cardan needs her. Jude goes through her options: one, he did wake up earlier, got knocked off in the room but somewhere hidden where she didn't check; two, he got knocked off somewhere in the castle and his unconscious body is lying there; three, he got abducted while he slept; four... Maybe last month was a fever dream. No, she is not going to think about option four.

While she does a more precise search through their room, she also tries to think of who would do this. He's the King of Elfhame, so it's obvious that he has a lot of enemies, but she is not remembering anyone who's this mad at him right now. However, her hands are trembling and there's still not enough air reaching her lungs, so maybe her memory is not the best at the moment. You were almost deadly stabbed before the incident.

Ok, he is not in the room, so option number two. This one is not the most likely. If someone knocked him off, they wouldn't just leave him in the middle of the corridor, and Faes don't just slip, so he couldn't have knocked himself out. Besides the palace is huge, it would take too long to search. Maybe you were less healed than you thought. Option number three it is. There are three windows in the room. The climb is hard but not impossible, she has done it herself while having a major injury. A major injury that could have been infected. Jude shakes her head and checks the three windows. None of them is broken and they are all locked from the inside, like they were when they went to sleep, which she knows because she always checks that before going to bed. Unless the person was a master spy (which is an option), she doesn't know how someone pulled that of. The other way into the room is through the door, so she quickly opens it, revealing two knights part of her security.

"Was there any disturbance last day?" She would be surprised that her voice somehow didn't fail if she was at all worried with that right now.

"We heard or seen nothing different than usual, your majesty."

"Have you fallen asleep or abandoned your post anytime during your shift?" The knights were visibly offended by that, but she had to clear all her options.

"No, your majesty. Is everyth-" Having her answers, Jude closes the door, leaving the knights to their jobs. If she was in her right mind she would have noticed that she was still in her bed clothes, her hair was mess, the room was worse and her hands still trembled and her breath was still labored. But she was not her in her right mind. Cardan is missing- He was not here at all. Her husband is missing and she is going to find him. Maybe he was taken outside their bedroom and there is going to be some kind of clue outside of it.

She is about to open the door again when a thought crosses her mind. The lover's bedroom. There is a pathway between that room and the High King and Queen's room. That is how whoever took Cardan got in. No one got in. Hallucinations caused by infections are common, at least for mortals. She slides through the pathway towards the other bedroom but is met with a similar scenario. No window was broken and all of them are closed from the inside, same with the door, no signs of breaking. Stop looking for what you won't find. You know you can barely remember anything after cutting Cardan's head off. It was the serpents head. You know that's the same thing. There was a battlefield where you broke down. You could have easily been stabbed. I would remember it. Would you? Sometimes, our mind purposely forgets traumatic memories. You could have passed out. No. You could have dreamt. Stop. Cardan is dead and you have been feeding yourself this fantasy because you can't deal with the guilt. STOP. You killed him and now you're living in a world without him and you'll keep living in it because that's the reality. I SAID STOP.

Jude. The sound of something breaking. She can't do it. She can't go back to those three days. She can't live without Cardan's mockery. She can't live without his laugh. She can't.

JUDE. She's shaking now, or someone is shaking her, she's not lucid enough to understand. God, he's her anchor. She doesn't know what to do without him. She wants to go back to sleep. She wants to go back to their routine. She wants to hear him complain about waking up early again. She wants to feel his fingers playing with her hair again. She wants-

JUDE! Cardan. She opens her eyes (since when were they closed?) and faces the love of her life's face. He looks adorably worried, full make up and hair nicely treated. She can't help but smile. "Cardan" she whispers, trying not to force her voice tired from screaming and crying (curious, she doesn't remember that). She puts her head in the space between his neck and shoulder and he starts rubbing circles on her back. "Stay" she pleads. Because that's what she's doing, pleading to the universe to let her stay in this fever dream, to have more time with Cardan, even if it isn't real, even if he's dead, even if that's her fault and there's just her to blame.

"Always" and that pisses her off. Because that's what Cardan would say, that's how Cardan looks, that's how Cardan acts and this mind prison has no right to be this close to reality.

"Liar" she spits. He looks mostly confused and a bit hurt but she doesn't care, this isn't real so nothing fucking matters.

"Jude, I would never abandon you-"

"But you did!" she's close to screaming now, but she doesn't care, her voice was cracking, but it doesn't matter. She has to get this out. "You abandoned me for three days because of that prophechy bullshit. You left me to rule Elfhame while simultaneously dealing with the schemings that my father and the frozen royalty was fucking doing and the fact that the love of my life was a goddam snake and then I, and I-" she can't get it out, she still can't believe it.

"You saved me."

"I killed you." she is fully sobbing now, but she can't stop. She gets up (she was sitting down?) and keeps going "You're dead and this is just a manifestation from my brain, because somewhere else I'm also dying and I hope I do because I can't live in a world where you're not. I physically will not be able to continue without you!" She sinks into the floor using the bed as support and Cardan sits in front of her. He has a puzzled expression in his face. They stay some time in silence, Jude catching her breath and Cardan trying to put pieces together.

"Why do you think I'm not real?" he finally asks, his voice tiny as if he's afraid of the answer.

"You weren't there." Jude matches his tone. "When I woke up. I always check to make sure you're there because if you are, then that means you're real and I'm not dreaming. At first, I thought you were kidnapped. That's why I'm here, I thought this was how whoever took you got in."

"My wife, scheming even when she's panicking." he's looking at her with that adoration in his eyes that never fails to take her breath away. "Let's keep scheming, shall we?" He looks at her, waiting for an answer so she nods. "You say that you are dreaming, you're in this coma and you can't wake up. Well, let's test this theory. Did you know that you can't read in dreams?" Another nod. Cardan gets up, picks a book from the bedside table and hands it to her. "Well, can you read?" The answer is yes. The book was a mortal romance that she was sure she had seen in Cardan's hands. That meant that this was real, Cardan was here and she hadn't killed him. Immediate relief washed over and with that came more tears that she hadn't noticed when they stopped. God, she was a mess. This is ridiculous, she is being ridiculous. Trying to look less like she just had a mental breakdown over nothing Jude attempts to clean the tears that don't stop. Of course this is reality, of course Cardan just woke up earlier and went to do god knows what. She's the fucking High Queen and she can't stand when her husband is out earlier, can't keep a cool head, can't-

"Stop." Cardan gently takes the hands that are trying to hide the tears that keep coming, why don't they stop? "Don't do that." His tone is gentle but secure and so goddamn grounding, how does he do it?

"Do what?"

"Close yourself. I could see the moment you realised that this was the reality because that was the moment the mask came back on. You're probably thinking that you don't have the right to feel this way because you can't show weaknesses or whatever bullshit your mind thinks of." Sometimes it's scary how well he knows her. "Don't close yourself from me." He is rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of her hand and it feels so right, everything about him feels so right.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not." His tone is becoming more frustrated. "This is obviously bothering you, but I had no idea and because of my ignorance you just had a fucking panic attack." Her eyebrows went up. "I may have been reading about mortal psychology, but that's not important, what's important is," he moves his hands to cup her face and cleans the tears - that have finally stopped - with his thumb. "You don't have to pretend with me."

"You're one to talk." She retaliates but doesn't push him away. "You haven't said another word about those three days since I asked what it was like being a snake on the same day you stopped being one." Cardan laughs because he's Cardan and he laughs when he's nervous and he is not the only one who knows the other too well, she can see in his eyes that the thought of having to speak of those three days of hell terrifies him as much as her.

He moves to her side and sighs. "We really are made for each other, aren't we?" He seems to consider something before saying. "Let's make a pact. Whenever we want the other to open up, we say a code word and they have to do it after we reveal something that has been bothering us. No lies, no tricks, just the plain truth. Deal?" He gives her his right hand. It is always dangerous to make a deal with a fae, but this is Cardan, they have passed the backstabbing phase when she came back from exile. She takes his hand and shakes it.

"Deal. But we have to choose the word, something that we won't say normally."

"California." The place they went on their honeymoon instead of being on the two weeks celebrations of the Mortal Queen's victory over the serpent. The place where they were just two teenagers in love and not The Queen and King of Elhame, not the warrior and the prince, not the people with traumatic childhood, not the two broken pieces of what should be two whole people.

"Sounds great."

"I said it, so I start." He takes a deep breath and speaks. "I woke up earlier today because I had a nightmare. I wasn't someone trapped inside the snake like people like to believe, I was the snake. When the snake died, I died, even if for a few seconds." Jude takes a sharp breath, she always took comfort in the fact that she hadn't cut his head, but what was trapping him, that he hadn't felt anything. Cardan notices and takes both her hands and looks at her straight in the eyes. "I don't blame you, nor will I ever. If I say something assumimg the opposite, you have the premission to cut my head because that is not me. But as I was saying, when I saw you taking out the sword, I couldn't help but feel relief, but when you dealt the blow I, I-" another deep breath "I couldn't feel anything. I don't remember anything. I died. And that terrifies me. I was. I wasn't there. I replay that in my mind countless days, but today was so vivid, I couldn't fall back asleep, so I got out. I needed fresh air. I needed to be alone with my thoughts. I should've come back when it was time to wake up, I should've woken you, I didn't know that you needed that, but if I did, I would have done it."

They stay a few moments in silence, taking deep breaths and deep in thoughts.

"Your turn."

She wants to sugar-coat it. She wants to say that it wasn't that bad, she doesn't want to see guilt in his face even if it isn't his fault. But Cardan didn't sugar-coated when he revealed that what she did hurt him even if he knew it was going to hurt her. So instead, she says:

"Those were the worst three days of my life. I honestly thought it was going to be ok when we were negotiating with Madoc. That we won, they were going to surrender and we would be fine. Then I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe when Grimsen said that only death would save you. I went to Baphen, I went to the Old King, but all of them had the same answer. Somehow I had to rule the fucking kingdom while grieving a death that I didn't believe in. On top of all of that the court of teeths was on my throat, making plans to try to turn you and me into their puppets like their daughter. The relief that I had when I saw you alive was bigger than anything I thought I could feel, but the time between that and when I cutted the sna- your head it was my lowest. It was a hole and I was at the deep end with no way out. I cannot live without you." She stops to look at him. Look at his black hair and his eyes that look like black holes. His pale skin and his small mouth. No, she can't imagine a world without him. But that moment was close, so close. "I am so scared that I will go back to that void, I'm so scared that the universe wasn't as kind as I thought, I'm so scared to not wake up next to you."

He puts his arm around her shoulder and she puts her head on his. Jude looks up and sees tears running down Cardan's face, so she hugs him, feeling his other arm surround her. They stay silent for some time while Carden cries in Jude's shoulder and Jude just holds him close, all her tears wasted a few minutes ago.

"I'm sorry." Cardan was the one to break the silence.

"Not your fault."

"Liar."

"I wouldn't lie to you." It's the truth.

"May I remind you that you said you were fine while bawling your eyes out a few minutes ago?" OK, half true.

"When you have a nightmare, find me. I don't care if I just went to sleep, I don't care if I hadn't slept in days, I don't care if I'm not even asleep and you have to drag me out of my work, find me."

"When you feel like this is not real, find me. I don't care if you have to send someone to do it, I don't care if you run around the palace screaming my name, I don't care if I'm in the most important reunion, find me."

They break the hug to look at each other and say at the same time, "Deal".

"Sooo, do you want to have breakfast in bed and completely run away from our responsibilities?"

"We're the King and Queen of Elfhame."

"Exactly, there is no one above to stop us."

"We have an entire kingdom depending on us."

"Well, as the High King, I order you to stay in bed with me."

"As the High Queen, I'm going to refuse that order."

"Come on, you're mortal, you can say that we are sick or something." Jude's going to retaliate, but honestly? She's exhausted and spending the night in bed with her husband doesn't seem the worst idea.

"You are a horrible influence, do you know that?"

"Does that mean I win?"

She sighs. "Yes, you win."

"Yay" He says, getting up and doing a little spin like a child who was able to negotiate bedtime with their parents. She can't help but smile at his shenanigans.

Next, he does an extremely exaggerated bow and continues. "After you, my queen."

At that, she fully laughs, takes his hand and goes down the pathway with him. She hates being vulnerable, but with him, it isn't that bad. How do we take the armour off? A piece at a time. She feels like they just took another one.

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So, I had this idea since I finished Queen of Nothing and since I didn't see any fic like this I decided to make it myself. The characters may be a bit OOC, I'm not tha familiar with them. I am not a writer and my first language is not English, so apologies for any mistake. 🫶

Btw this was way bigger than I thought, no idea how many words, but damn, I'm having a brain riot.

#tw panic attack #panic attack #tw cussing #cussing #is this how you tag trigger warnings? #I seriously don't know #jurdan #jude x cardan #jude duarte #jude #cardan x jude #cardan greenbriar #cardan #high king cardan #high king of elfhame #high queen jude #high queen of elfhame #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #how the king of elfhame learned to hate stories #htkoelths #the stolen heir #tsh #the prisioner's throne #tpt #tcp #qon #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending

[drundertalescum]

Let Papyrus Say Fuck 2023

#letpapyrussayfuck #let papyrus say fuck #swearing #cussing #papyrus #my art #mine #only was informed by someone out was time again earlier tonight #so i got the markers out

[lookingformoondrop]

OMG FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WRITES ABT THE COFFIN OF ANDY AND LEYLEY AAA

Honestly I'd take any writing about Andy LMFAO whatever you want to write, I'd just love to read something, be it headcanons or some short story <3

Absolutely! I was shocked when I tried finding content for TCOAAL, and there was none💀. For the sake of fluff Andy, the reader is the closest thing Andy has to a sister!

*Leyley doesn't exist*

P.S. Hopefully, this isn't OOC. This is also not proofread, so

I hope these meet your expectations <3

Andrew Graves x female best friend! Reader

TW: Everyone has a filthy mouth (swearing)... N/M = Nickname ♡

♡925 WORDS♡

Ever since Andrew was a kid, he was treated more as his parent's friend than their kid.

This often meant that Andrew was forced to miss out on childish routines like throwing a tantrum, making a mess, having fun the loud way, and making mistakes, simply because "he was so easy."

If he were to add to his parents' load of problems, he wouldn't be able to live with himself, let alone sleep.

But that was all before he met you.

Every Friday, Mrs. Graves would give Andrew money to go on a snack run for the weekend.

But no matter what he did, no matter when or how he entered the grocery store, this little girl (no less than five) would terrorize Andrew.

"She's so annoying, mom! She always snatches the snacks I go for and then bolts for the next aisle. Then she just giggles and runs away with MY TOMATO SOUP."

Mrs. Graves sighed and turned around to face her son, "Andrew, just because a little five year old girl is taking some of the same snacks as you DOES NOT MEAN I am letting you shop at a different store! 'Shop Shop Shop and Shop, with more Shop' is the best for low-deals and prices. Please don't be difficult."

With no other choices, Andrew was forced to continue shopping.

Every week, she did the same thing. She'd sneak up behind him when he wasn't paying attention. She'd snatch the poor snack out of Andrew's hand and would bolt out of the aisle.

And everytime she did this, Andrew would grow angrier and angrier.

Finally, when the little girl stole the hundredth can of soup from his hand, Andrew turned around and grabbed the little girl's hair.

"AHH! Get off of me asshole!"

"You little shit! Give me that can back!"

They'd fight over the can of soup in the middle of the aisle for the next 10 minutes before the store owner kicked them out for "public disturbances."

Now, without his can of soup, sitting at the curb outside the store, with new bite marks along his arm, Andrew was more pissed than ever.

"What the hell is your problem? Do you just find malicious torment funny, you borderline psycho?"

Andrew turned towards the girl. She turned her smile towards Andrew, "Nah, just you."

Annoyed and exhausted, he put his face in his hands.

She thought for a moment , "No one plays with me, so I figured I should play with someone who looked as miserable as me."

Andrew looked at her through his fingers, "What about me screamed misery?"

She put a finger on her bottom lip, deep in thought, "You just have this face,"

Andrew scoffed at the girl, burying his face in his knees. She giggled.

"You just naturally look like an asshole"

"Watch your language, you fucking shit!"

Andrew went to grab the girls hair, "You dont even know my name, and yet you're calling me an asshole!? No wonder you dont have any friends."

She slapped Andrew's hand before it could reach her, "Well, what's your name?"

Andrew hesitated, "It's...Andrew Graves. What's yours?"

The little girl smiled, "Y/N L/N, your new best friend, Aaaaandy."

Andrew sat lazily with Y/N, laying on his lap. He cringed when he thought about their first meeting.

Of all the things they could've fought about, it was a can of soup... God, they're fucking stupid.

Since that day, Y/N would beg Andrew for attention and fun. She'd stalk him when he was out and about and would drag him away from any errands he was requested to run on.

"Leave me alone, N/M"

"Make me~"

"Please?"

"Lame. Now I have to come with you! With that bitch ass attitude you'll get beat up."

"Great."

And when Andrew accidentally reveal his address? Andrew was permanently stuck with Y/N.

Every Friday, she'd follow Andrew home, and even when Mr. and Mrs. Graves questioned the foul-mouth girl Andrew would never offer an explanation better than, "Some stray I picked up that won't let go. I have to keep her."

"Aaaaandyyy, can you change the channel? I don't want to lift my eyelids."

Andrew sighed, "The remote is right by your leg, dumbass"

"So?" She scoffed, "reach it for me."

"It's closer to you than it is to me!"

"Andy change the goddamn channel!"

"i'm not getting up just because your ass wants to be lazy!"

"ANDREW"

"Y/N"

Even if that meant pissing each other off with meanless schemes.

Despite their bickering that has made local pedestrians' ears bleed, they still were there for each other in everything.

"Whatever, you dumb bastard," Y/N mumbled to herself.

Andrew played with Y/N's hair as he stared at the mindless TV.

"Veronica Steveson asked me out to the date."

"Aw, poor hussy"

"Ouch, you think so lowly of me?"

"No, I just assumed you said no," Y/N continued to watch the TV.

"Why would I...?" Before Andrew could finish his sentence, Y/N sat up and stared at him with intense eyes.

"Do you like her?"

"W- Well no, but it's not like any other girls are crawling to date me"

Y/N scoffed at Andrew, flicking his forehead, "That's because you're stupid to notice."

She laid back down on his lap, and Andrew secretly smiled to himself. "So...who aren't I noticing?"

"Your mom."

"Y/N GROSS!"

And even if no one admitted it out loud, and even if you blushed one too many times around each other, you belonged with each other.

"But seriously, Andy, pass me the remote"

"Eat shit, N/M"

Thank you for the ask <3

#the coffin of andy and leyley #andrew graves #andrew graves x reader #andy graves #andy graves x reader #x reader #y/n #y/n fanfic #headcanons #drabble #cussing #dem kids swear up and down #tw swearing #ooc #maybe idk #ughhhh #sorry

[black-aurora-nora]

Sibling Squabbles | Yandere!Superman and Jon x Teen!Reader

“Jon, please get out the way.” You demanded in an even tone.

The younger boy didn’t budge from his spot in front of the door. His gaze held firm and he shook his head, “Dad said you couldn’t leave.”

“Clark doesn’t hold authority over me.” You reminded him matter of factly, “He’s not my father and I’m not your sister.”

Jon frowned deeply at your words, “Dad said you’d have a hard time-“

“Move, Jon!” You demanded again, louder.

You moved up to him, trying to shuffle past him with your backpack filled with a few essentials.

“Where would you even go?! You were homeless before this!”

“And? At least I wasn’t stuck in some house with creepy men!” You rebutted angrily, grabbing for the doorknob.

Jon grabbed your wrist, gripping it tight, “I’m not creepy! And neither is my dad! Take that back!” He knew that his dad told him to be gentle with you since you were still settling down but you were going too far.

“No! I mean it! You’re creepy!” You repeated sharply, trying to wrestle your wrist from Jon’s grip. “Ugh! It’s no wonder your mom left-!”

A sickening crack sounded from your wrist and you saw it crinkle in a way it wasn’t supposed to then a horrible pain that left you screaming from both the shock of what happened and the pain.

Jon stood frozen, breathing uneven.

He looked from your crumpled arm to your snotty face.

He hadn’t meant to hurt you. His father had warned him plenty of times to use his powers for good and here he was hurting you because you said something hurtful.

“I-I’m- (Y/N), I’m so-!” He reached out to you and you jerked back violently with a yelp.

“Stay the fuck away from me!” You snapped, opening the door with your good hand and running out towards the trail that led to the city.

Jon decided it best that he not follow you.

He knew you wouldn’t escape now anyhow. You were far too hurt and in too much shock to get far enough. And no one would allow a young teen like you to walk around with a broken arm if you did make it to the city.

The next time he saw you, which was a day later, his father had brought you back home with a blue cast on your arm.

You looked exhausted, pissed off, and every other negative emotion that people could feel.

Clark had you both in the living room and glanced at the two of you sternly. He looked at you first with an expectant gaze.

“(Y/N), apologize to your brother.” He said, arms crossed.

You kept your gaze on the cast for a moment.

A deep breath in, “Sorry.”

“You can do better than that.” Clark wasn’t one that took apologies lightly. You had to put your full heart into it. “Remember what we talked about at the doctor’s.”

Another deep breath, “Sorry for saying stuff about your mother.” You gritted out, “And about you… I didn’t mean it.” Your voice was incredibly monotone but Clark knew that was the best they were going to get from you right now.

He knew there’d be plenty more altercations in the future to teach you how to apologize properly and honestly.

He turned to Jon, “Be more careful in the future,” He reminded him simply, “And apologize to your sister.”

Jon’s lip wobbled as he gazed at you and you wished great harm upon him. How dare he act like he was the one that had been victimized? Like he was innocent?

How dare Clark make you apologize first when Jon had hurt you? Now you were stuck in a cast and had been set back.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I won’t do that ever again and I forgive you.” He gave you a teary smile, “I know you’re having a hard time and I should’ve kept my anger in check.”

Clark smiled warmly, “Try to keep the sibling squabble to a minimum, okay, you two?” He patted you both on the head.

He then stood up and made his way to the kitchen, “Who wants breakfast?” He asked, tying an apron around his person, “I’m thinking waffles, eggs and bacon!”

Jon licked his lips, “I’ll have some! Can I help?!” He asked excitedly, running after his father.

“Of course you can, Jon.” You heard Clark answer from the kitchen, “(Y/N), come join us.”

God you hated them with every fiber of your being.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenario #yandere x y/n #yandere family #family #cw injury #tw implied kidnapping #tw injury #siblings #dc cómics #superman #clark kent #jon kent #cussing #tw cursing #tw manipulation #yandere blog #yandere superman #yandere superfam

[yorshie]

Dunno if you still take requests. But maybe for when you feel like it? (No pressure tho. You can totally ignore this if it isn't up you alley.)

How do them turtle dudes like to romance their honeys? Like who uses strategy (badly)? Who goes with the flow (also badly)? Who just blurts it out the first moment they realize what they're feeling (so SO badly)? And who just buries it behind heaps and heaps of repression (the absolute worst)?

And what about after being assured that their feelings are reciprocated? Is there a change in behavior or demeanor?

🧁

Cupcake Nonnie, I am so sorry. I have no excuse. I have no idea why this was so hard to write, or why it took so long.

I decided two birds one stone sort of thing with this one, a blurb about how exactly starting a relationship with each turtle might go, followed with headcanon style of what they would expect out of a relationship, how it would progress, and how a good relationship would affect them.

As always set in 2023 so turtles are 24-25, SFW

Michelangelo

By the time Michelangelo asked you to be his girlfriend, you low key thought you’d already been going steady for about a month. The turtle shows up like clockwork every Friday at your place, with a pizza and a soda, and the two of you stay up late watching movies while cuddling on the couch. Several times, you’ve woken to him stealing a hug or a nuzzle before leaving before the sun’s up. 

So when he turns from the movie unexpectedly one night, the last item on your ‘what is Angelo about to ask me’ bingo card was a sheepish:

“Hey, babes, would you- will you be my girlfriend?”

You stared at him for a whole scene, taking in those baby blues, before you blurted out your own question. “I thought I already was?”

“Oh. Ok. Cool.” And he grinned like it was nothing, turning back to the tv, leaving you still staring at the side of his head like he’d turn back around with a ‘gotcha’. 

Needless to say, you didn’t pay attention to the rest of the movie. Mikey, to his credit, picked up on your mood during the credits, and you had a long conversation over what exactly the two of you wanted to be to the other.

Mikey’s love language is physical touch and quality time spent together

Angelo loves PDA. Soft kisses and nuzzles, hugs, you name it, he’ll try and get away with it. One of his favorite things to do, because he’s a little shit, is to see how many innuendos he can fit into a conversation while still maintaining decency, just to make you turn red and his brothers sigh in exasperation. 

Lowkey though, he doesn’t expect much from you other than your affection, and doesn’t have an overarching game plan. Sure, he celebrates anniversaries, but all the big milestones are simply tackled without him making a big deal out of them. One day you’ll just look up, realize you can’t tell where his stuff ends and yours begins, and have to come to terms with the fact that somehow the two of you are living together with no conversation about it happening.

Sunshine turtle approaches romance the same way he approaches life, with the firm belief that fun is the most important factor. Get ready for movie dates, late night parkour trips, canoodling on rooftops, etc. Just as often though, he will want to stay in. He’ll cook for you, cuddle while you while playing video games or watching a movie, include you in schemes and plans to drive his brothers crazy, anything to include you in his life or show off your bond to others. 

There isn’t a big difference to Mikey’s behavior after he knows you’re into him, though now when he gets in your space he doesn’t hold back from touching you. Turtle was a flirt beforehand, he’s a flirt afterwards. The only difference is, now when he says something you know eventually he will get around to trying it. He says something flirtatious that gets a reaction? He’s not gonna forget, and he’ll bring it up at a later date. 

He will stop flirting with everything that walks by eventually however. Guess calling you babes/babycakes/angelcakes in private had some spillover connotations (ie he can’t say it without thinking about you and it makes him gag trying to say it to anyone not you)

Donatello

Donnie’s blurted out his feelings for you in the middle of the Lair during Sunday Football. You’d arrived to find the turtles acting weird, leaving the room whenever you entered to grab snacks, suddenly making excuses and disappearing so every time you were left with an increasingly nervous Donnie who seemed to trail you around the Lair. By the time kick off happened, Raph, who seemed increasingly edgy, asked you to bring him another beer from the kitchen. You readily agreed, but when you turned from the fridge with the cold can Donnie blocked the way back to the others.

“Hey Don. You ok?” You asked, giving him a smile, craning your head back to meet his wide eyes.

“I like you.” He blurted out, practically looming over you.

You tilted your head, fighting the blush, convincing yourself not to read too much into it. “I like you to, Dee.” 

When you went to move around him though, thinking the moment was over, he caught your hand, grip slightly sweaty. “No, I mean…” He waited for you to meet his eyes again, and he visibly swallowed. “I- I like you.”

You eyes widened, a second before your smile followed. “Oh! Dee…” You set the beer to the side, covered his hand with your own. “I like you too.”

His answering smile lit up the whole room.

Donnie’s love language is gift giving and quality time. 

This turtle wants affection, but he doesn’t always know how to ask for it. You’ll have to pick up on his little cues to catch what he wants. Such as, if you notice him standing over you for periods of time before moving off and then returning, he might want to cuddle, and is just working up to asking for it. If you want things to go smoothly between the two of you, it’d be prudent to make a list of things you’re comfortable with and things you aren’t. It’ll stop him from worrying over things like hand holding and kisses, if he knows you’ll welcome his advances, and it’ll save you some headache trying to parse out what his nonverbal cues are if he is given free reign to just tell you what he would like. 

Dee’s idea of romance is to spend time with you, in whatever way you’ll let him. If you want to park your butt and watch him tinker in his lab or the garage, this turtle is all for it. If you mention there’s a play you want to see or a museum you’d like to go to, he’s already scheming on how to get the two of you in. The turtle disguise doesn’t work as well on him since he’s so tall, but he can sit in the very back and turn into a ninja statue just for you. 

He makes gadgets for you to stay in touch when you’re not with him, and readily goes into tangents about things you’ve said or done, or projects he’s working on for you. His brothers have learned to tune him out to various success. 

As far as changes after the two of you start a relationship, it’s easy to say that that it’s leverage over him and his habits. If he needs to eat, sleep, or just get away from his computer’s before the blue screen fries his brain, his brothers send in you. He gets in a snippy mood and clearly needs a night out or a break, you’re the only one that can convince him to go. Ooo, feel the power.

With you in his corner, Donnie blooms. Yes, he’s a genius and a sarcastic little shit beforehand, but now he has a cheerleader, a partner in crime, someone to fuel his crazy schemes and to be his rubber ducky on occasion. Anytime any old doubt trickles in, he only has to turn to you and be reminded that someone is always there for him, through thick and thin.

Raphael

You ended up confessing your feelings for Raph long before he’d gotten the courage to say anything. He probably would have continued to ignore his feelings, if you hadn’t cornered him in his weight room and spelled it out, angry that he’d been successfully giving you the cold shoulder for weeks.

“Hey, you wanna tell me what I did wrong, or are you gonna go sulk in the corner?” You asked, arms crossed and hip cocked, blocking the entrance to the weight room.

“M’not sulking.” Came the instant reply, though Raph didn’t turn to address you directly. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“Leo said I could find you here.” You narrowed your eyes as he rolled his.

“Course he did, stickin’ his nose into-”

“Your brother isn’t my concern, you are.”

“Yeah?” He grumbled, still not looking at you, moving to rack up the manhole covers on his bar. “Why’s that, princess?”

Normally, that nickname made you feel special. Now, it pissed you off. Made you stupidly, sarcastically honest. “It’s probably because I’m not into him, I’m into you, dum dum.”

The weights clanked loudly together, and he turned just his head, glared at you. “Oh, real funny. Don’t go jokin’ about that.”

“I’m hilarious.” You answered. “And I’m 100 percent serious, Raphael.”

He turned to face you fully, head cocked, eyes slowly going from defensive to wide the longer you stood your ground. “You serious?”

You nodded emphatically, and he snorted, ran his hand over his face. “Damn. That’s fucked, babygirl.”

“It is not!” You started angry, but the wide smile on his face broke you out of the emotion.

Raph’s love language is verbal affirmation and physical touch

Yea this turtle can’t decide which is worse, telling you how he feels or seeing his large hands next to your small ones. But he so desperately wants to find the words, so desperately wants to ask you to hold his hand. Expect for him to start coveting private moments with you. He’ll agonize over what to say, what to do. You’ll have to lead the way most of the time, at least at the beginning, until he gets over waiting for the other shoe to drop, for you to change your mind about him and all the issues that come along with him. 

Date nights with him are simple. He doesn’t like people, doesn’t like to be out of his comfort zone. He’d rather stay in with you, or up on the roofs where no one can see the two of you. He is very aware of how he is different from a human though, and so he will go out of his way to make sure he can bring normal things to the relationship. His gut instinct is to turn down anything new immediately, but all you have to do is pull out the goo goo eyes and he will bend. He wants to be helpful as possible to you to make up for the things he can’t do, and it’s up to you to make sure he understands how appreciated he is.

He loves to hear you voice your feelings for him, but he won’t outright ask for confirmation. Expect quiet moments where the two of you simply exist in the same space, or maybe cuddling while talking. Raph doesn’t like to be reminded of how different the two of you are though, so you might spend some time reassuring him that you love him, without telling him you don’t care about how different he is, because he will not believe you, or worse will get upset.

The differences in Raph are a long way down the line. At first, he might be even a little more standoffish, doubt and worry overtaking his usual responses. You’ll have to be dedicated to get anywhere past the initial ‘there’s no way this is gonna work, we’re both crazy for thinking this would work, you’re crazy for liking me, and I’m crazy for listening’ phase that will grip him hard. If you can weasel past that, however, be prepared to have someone that will never give up on you, ever. You’ll have a significant other that will come to your aid at the drop of a pin, at the first sign of trouble. 

He’ll mellow out over time, become a little softer around the edges and a little less ‘the world is out to get me and mine’. He might even tolerate his brothers’ teasings over the two of you, as long as they do it where you can’t hear, trading huffs and denial for small smiles and easy laughter at their pointed questions.

Leonardo

You found Leo waiting at your window, the same way you’d found him countless times. This time however, when you let him in, you were concerned at his formal movements. He was always careful, but now he was watching you as though waiting for something.

“Hey, Blue?” You asked, moving automatically to start tea, the way you had every time he came to visit. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” He answered, and you could tell it was a knee jerk reaction, but you let it slide.

“M’kay, well, I was just about to start dinner? How does that sweet chicken with the rice I made last month sound?” You asked, already knowing his answer, moving to grab the ingredients.

He surprised you by moving into your space, catching your hand. “Can we talk, for a moment, first?” 

You turned to give him your attention, careful to keep your movements slow as you took his hand. “Sure. Of course.”

Leo stood there for a moment, petting his thumb over the back of your hand, before he took a deep breath. “Stop me if I’m overstepping, but I need to speak my mind.” 

At your nod, he continued. “I like you, more than a friend, more than I should. I wanted- wondered, that is, if you could feel the same for me?”

If he had lifted his head at all, he would have seen your answer in the high wattage smile plastered across your face.

Leo’s love language is verbal affirmation and quality time spent together

This turtle has thought of everything. He’s intimately turned his feelings for you over and over in his mind, viewed them from every angle to inspect for marks or imperfections before he even accepts how he feels for you. Once he’s accepted them, get ready for slow burn romance. He has a sequence of steps the two of you must dance through in his head, and if you try and skip any steps he will want to backtrack to correct it. You want to hold hands for the first time and share a first kiss? He’s not going to turn down smooches, but he might not even notice you are posed for one, considering he’s too busy marveling at the feel of your much smaller hand in his.

Dates are simple things, he’s too paranoid to sneak into movies like Donnie or Mikey, instead he’ll go for walks with you, try and spot stars with you through the light pollution. If you want to do nothing but watch movies and lay against him, he’s in heaven, but he absolutely loves to hear you read from books out loud to him.

Expect lots of talks with Leo, but it’s less about sharing information and more he just wants to hear your voice, turn his brain off and simply exist for a moment where no one expects anything from him. Not to say he doesn’t listen, and not to say what you tell him isn’t important, but its calming to listen to simple workplace gossip after dealing with crime fighting and high stakes espionage. On the flip side, there will be times when he comes to you clearly lost in his head. In those instances, he just wants to be reminded that you care for him, that you’re by his side, that you willingly chose to be with him.

Most of the changes with Leo are the two of you are together happen privately, after all he is a very private person. The others don’t get to see him unravel, set aside everything bothering him. The first time you realized you cracked the code, is when Leo told you something that was bothering him, without getting defensive. Like he knew even if you disagreed with him there would be no judgement. After that, the two of you were inseparable. 

The only outwards change, that everyone picks up on, is his sense of humor. Before, it only came out in high stress situations, during fights, one-liners to goad others into making mistakes. But after meeting you, it morphs into quiet, humorous observations. The first time he dropped a joke in the middle of dinner just to make you snort into your soup, his brothers froze, wondering what the hell was happening. Raph legit asked Donnie if body snatching was a thing and if they needed to quarantine Leo. 

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[the-spirit-of-adventure]

The moment in which Cap’n K’nuckles realizes that he can no longer tell blatant lies to Flapjack anymore ALFJKS

#tmmof #the marvelous misadventures of flapjack #captain k’nuckles #flapjack #older flapjack #future au #cursing #cussing

[mod-jazzy]

Ketchup this. Mustard that. Hell. Some even vote for relish. But listen. I am a Mayo Truther. I am the Mayo prophet. I am speaking directly into your ear now, consider. Mayo.

smother your sandwich in it. do it. what? you want a DRY sandwich? who even are you

#Mayo is supreme im sorry I gotta say it. if you cant handle the truth then that aint my fault /dances #shitpost #Jazzy #mod art #ooc #swearing #cursing #cussing

[ask-eden]

Eden shuffles a bit on the railing, thinking more about what Mosy had said. He could only ever dream of having the level of passion and optimism the fellow mew seemed to beam out. Did he have something that drives him? Yes... Most certainly. But is it enough? What if being driven out of fear or obligation good enough? Should he feel more passion outside of the dire circumstances he was facing? Eden slouches slightly, tail swaying back and forth in deep thought. His own anxieties clouding his mind, rattling back and forth as he attempted to understand deeper on what Mosy was saying. He glances back over at the shiny mew for a moment, before his eyes quickly darted back to the ground, almost out of shame. Eden:... I think... I understand what you are trying to say... I mean I GET what you are saying but also just.. I don't know. Trying to wrap my own head around it.. I guess.. Eden: You seem.. very confident in yourself.. I guess I... e-envy that a bit... Eden looks back up at the sky, his ears flicked back with a more serious, but soft, expression. Eden:.... But it does help to know that... There was another mew who was like me... who didn't start off with all the fancy powers... but managed to achieve it... Eden looks back at Mosy for a moment, then looking away to look down at his own paws Eden: and you even got a lovely family out of it all too... Huh... Eden: I don't know if I'll ever get THAT much outta everything but.. It is nice to know.. it can be possible.. Eden smiles a bit Eden: Thank you for your advice.. I uh.. R-really do appreciate it. I'll try to remember that as I go along.. Eden: Maybe one day I'll be able to float and do stuff like you too..

Eden scrambles off the railing and back onto the ground, praying that the other mew didn't hear the awkward sentence that just left his mouth. Although he didn't mean it to come out awkwardly, the damage was done. He avoids eye contact and attempts to soothe his puffed fur Eden: B-BUT UH.. T-THANK YOU.. Y-YEAH.. I'LL.. TRY TO REMEMBER THAT... T-THANK YOU AGAIN.. FOR HAVING ME ON YOUR... P-pORCH... YEAH. - - - -

[ Eden will remember Mosy's advice ] This action will effect the future - - - - [ << Reply to This ] [ @ask-mirage-mews ]

#me: ill do a small reply. Also me: DO YOU LIKE PARAGRAPHS OF TEXT #also AS ALWAYS no need to acknowledge this or feel pressured to reply or anything!! Just me being silly #also im sorry for my idiot. Its not a Eden post unless he says something stupid <3 #reply #interaction #ask-mirage-mews #Eden #sfw #mew #pokemon ask #pokemon ask blog #swearing #cursing #cussing #alt text to be added

[pyre-sea]

OH UM. Franky posts I made while watching Water 7 - Post Enies Lobby that I forgot about until now.

I am throwing them at you. :) 

#Why is he built like that #I just stayed up until five am drawing furries for someone on Discord and had to go through all my files in a panic so here you go #one piece #fan art #fanart #franky op #nico robin #sanji vinsmoke #cussing #cuss words #is the shitpost tag still a thing? #shitpost #my art

[ask-scrafty]

Solo continues to scream and flail his arms around violently at your insane suggestion. He falls back into Diane's bed and shoves his beat red face into the blankets to let out a loud muffled scream of pure anger, continuing to slam his hands in anger into the bed. He is... clearly throwing a temper tantrum of some kind. This fact is not unheard by Nana, who can hear the young man screaming from the kitchen. Nana rubs her temples in mild irritation, hoping that maybe all this screaming will fizzle him out enough to coax him out of the bedroom calmly... Or at least allow her in there to inspect him. Nana grew worried over the boys condition. Scrafty did have thick skulls, it's one of the things they are known for.. But knowing that Jody probably didn't go easy on him, caused Nana some anxiety. Last night the boys pupils were even different sizes, which was the clear sign of a bad concussion. She desperately needed to inspect him and give him some proper treatment for it, if she was even able. Amongst Solo's continued screaming of anger coming from Diane's bedroom, Nana couldn't help but single out something he had said. A leg? "They took my leg"? Nana had noticed that the shiny scrafty did only have one leg... But wasn't aware that he probably came here with a prosthetic... Nana took a sip of her drink and leans against the counter, trying to ignore the sounds of smashing coming from the room. She would have to ask the sisters if they had seen Solo's prosthetic anywhere, maybe finding it would help ease the young man.

-- -- -- -- [ Solo has whipped up into a frenzy and is thrashing about Diane's room in rage over the situation ]

-- -- -- --

[ @infectois ]

#chrono #Solo #Nana #sfw #pokemon ask #pokemon ask blog #scrafty #anthro pokemon #swearing #cursing #cussing #Solos face gets red like a toddler's when he is furious. what a guy #add alt text #alt text to be added

[dirtywrestling]

Hateful Lovers - Pete Dunn (18+)

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Female!Reader

Summary: You can't stand Pete and Pete can't stand you. What happens when you two are booked in the same hotel room together for one night?

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Enemies to Lovers, Reader is a tease, Pete lowkey an ass, Cussing, Cream pie, Smut

Word Count: 4,995

Based On: This Imagine

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Your back collided with the tough mat as Bailey gave you a Russian leg sweep, the breath knocking out of your lungs. “You forgot to exhale.” Bayley pointed out as she noticed the sharp exhale noise you did. 

“I’m fine.” You called out to her as Bayley started to get up, she grabbed you by the hair, getting you onto your feet.

Bayley grabbed your left forearm, pushing you back towards the ropes to give you an irish whip. As you were being thrown away from the ropes and towards the other side, you heard the heavy entrance door shut, echoing throughout the arena. Too much in your mind you hit the ropes and rushed towards Bayley, giving her a shoulder tackle. 

Bayley’s back collided with the mat as she took the bump. “Oh yeah, she doesn’t want any of this!” You cockily said to the invisible fans trying to rile ‘them’ up but it was mostly for your entertainment. 

Since it was a Thursday evening and tomorrow night for Smackdown was in Tampa, Florida you decided to come a day early and train at the performance center. Thankfully one of your favorite people to work with, Bayley also had the same intention and you both started a practice match right away.

Bayley was selling her back from the shoulder tackle, you rushed towards the ropes, as she slid towards you, on her stomach, you jumped over her and rushed towards the other side. “Hip toss!” Bayley shouted out as you see her already on her feet ready for your attack. Connecting arms, you slightly jumped on the ball of your feet and did a front bump.

“That was dog shit!” A gruff English accent shouted, looking over at the side of the ring you scrunch your nose at the sight of Pete Dunne, leaning against the ring. “My grandma can take a better hip toss.” Pete scuffed.

You remember hearing the door to the building shut but didn’t know who entered, sadly it was your worst enemy, Pete Dunne. You don’t understand what you said or did to this fellow but ever since the first week being with the company had nothing nice to say to you. “Get out of here Pete, you sewer rat!” You barked, trying to focus on what to do next with Bayley. 

“I’ll get out of here once I’m done with training, how about you hurry up and get out of here.” Pete crossed his arms, watching as Bayley wrenched on your arm. Doing a backroll with Bayley still attached to your arm, you started to hit her with forearms from your right arm until she let go. As Bayley stumbled back to catch her breath, you whipped yourself around, staring down at Pete as you leaned over the time rope. 

“How about you go take a shower, it looks like you haven’t bathed in a week.” 

“Sadly no hot water in the sewers.” Pete teased with a smirk, his eyes drifting behind you. 

Feeling Bayley arm wrap around you, grabbing your wrist she pulled you into a ripcord, now facing her she wrapped her arms around your body and gave you her finisher, Bayley to Belly. You grunted as you went down on the mat and she covered you.

“One, two, three!” Pete said fast and slapping his hand on the mat even faster. You kicked out at ‘three’ only for Pete to intimidate the bell. “You lose, you suck, now leave. Sheamus and I want to practice.” 

You laid there as Bayley pulled away and now was resting on her knees as she looked down at you. “You okay?” She asked for the second time during the practice match. 

Your eyes stung, you couldn’t tell if it was from sweat getting into them or if you were crying. Pete’s words blow at your confidence in the ring and now you are nervous that you’ll have two left feet for tomorrow night or even worse, forget your spots. 

The sound of Pete’s large hand slapping against the mat echoed throughout the room, making you jump slightly. “Come on ladies, move!” Pete yelled as he jumped on the side of the ring, wiping his shoes before entering between the ropes. 

“Come on, let's go get some lunch.” Bayley said as she stood up on her feet and extended her hand for you to take. Reaching for her, you cupped your hand into hers as she pulled you up on your feet and guided you to the other side of the ring to leave. “You’re a dickhead, Dunne.”

You and Bayley exited from the ring and headed towards your bags. “Hey now, it’s not my fault Y/N is terrible in the ring.” Pete said, leaning against the top rope, watching as you packed your items. “Right, Y/N?” 

You didn’t say anything as you threw over a sweatshirt and pulled over the hoodie so you could shield yourself from Pete’s cruel words. “Right, Y/N?” Pete asked once more, sounding a bit sad that you wouldn’t respond to him. “Y/N?” Pete called out once more as you threw your gym back over your shoulder and made your way towards the exit.

“Try not to scare off Sheamus with your rudeness, Pete.” Bayley said as Sheamus walked up the ring steps.

“Huh?” Sheamus asked in pure confusion as he missed the whole situation unfold due to getting his workout clothes on. Sheamus didn’t miss the way Bayley glared at the Brit and neither did Pete. Sheamus shook his head after seeing you and Bayley leave. “Bro, you’re going to ruin your chance with her.”

“Shut up and wrestle me.” Pete snapped, not wanting to talk about his consequences. 

----

Your mind was boggled while your eyes were in a daze, staring up at the bright stadium lights blooming down on you. ‘What the fuck happened? What was the spot? What did I do? Where are we in the match?’

All these thoughts rushed into your mind all at once until you noticed paramedics sliding in the ring next to you. “Y/N, Y/N. Can you hear me?” A male said.

“Hmm.” You mumbled, blinking a few times trying to slowly sit up. 

“Woah, woah, wait. You might have a concussion. Hold on.” The paramedic examined your eyes as you were squinting from the light behind him. “Okay, we’re going to get you up. Alright?” 

“Yeah.” Your voice was soft and your headache but you slowly started to remember what happened as you looked around, the crowd almost silent until you got onto your feet. They cheered as you stood on your own, a bit wobbly. Some fans were in near tears thinking you actually got hurt, thinking it was all a part of the show. But, you really did get hurt. 

“B- Bayley, where’s Bayley?” You asked, looking around while the two paramedics helped you through the ropes and out of the ring. 

“She’s backstage.” The blonde paramedic said as he helped you up the long ramp and back behind the curtains. 

“Christ, Y/N are you okay?” Bayley asked, rushing towards you and giving you a big hug. You winced making her back away. 

“I’m- I’m fine.” You said, ignoring the pounding feeling in your head and the pain in your neck.

“What the hell happened out there?” Bayley asked. “It was like you forgot the spot we did and I nearly knocked you out.” Bayley frowned.

Your eyes cast upon the tile floor as your mouth became dry. “I did.” You finally looked up at her with a frown. “I did forget my spot. I don’t know what happened, it was like I was too much in my own head and well I just froze.” You frowned not knowing what happened. Something caught your eyes behind Bayley, in the distance. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw Pete Dunne in the background, his brown eyes stared at you while his tag team partners were talking about tonight's match. The look on Pete’s face had your stomach in knots, it looked as if he had guilt written all over him. You felt your face heat up, this man was the reason why you became anxious in the ring. He made you second guess yourself when doing moves all because he criticized you during all of your practice matches.

You balled your hands into tight fists that your nails dug into your palm, you were about to take a step towards him to confront him but Bayley stopped you in your tracks.

“Don’t do it, he’s not worth it.” She said, wrapping her arm over your shoulder and guiding you away from the group. You looked over your shoulder to give Pete one last glance only to see his sad puppy dog eyes were staring at the floor as if he was second guessing himself.

The city lights were bright and beautiful in the night sky. Your head rested against the cool window as you watched the building pass by as you sat in the back of some strangers' car. You weren’t big on uber drivers especially being alone and late at night, but you wanted to get the hell out of that arena, you wanted to be alone. Plus, it wasn’t like any car dealerships were open so you could rent one. 

As your eyes were slowly becoming heavy and the comfortable coolness of the window slowly drifted to sleep before the car came to a stop. “We’re here.” The driver said with a smile. 

Jerking your body away from the window, you sniffed slightly and rubbed your eyes. Looking out to make sure it was your hotel you gathered your items. “Thank you, I’ll leave you a five star review.” 

“I appreciate that, thank you!” The driver named Jacob, or Jake, you couldn’t really remember, spoke to you. Exiting out of the car you threw your bag over your shoulder. As your uber drove away, another SUV took its place, pulling up behind you. Paying no mind to it, you walked inside, squinting at the fluorescent lights beaming brightly in the lobby. 

Blinking a few times, your eyes adjusted to the brightness as you approached a woman smiling at you with a neatly pressed uniform on. “Hi! Do you have a reserved room?” 

“Huh, no actually I was hoping you guys had extra rooms left?” You wanted to face palm for not ordering the room in advance but you were busy with other things such as training, exploring the city and even running into a few fans while doing so. 

You watched as the woman typed on the computer. The more she scrolled through whatever page she was looking at the more you worried they were out of rooms. The weight of your back was starting to kill your shoulders and you wished something would pop up soon before your lower back and shoulders gave out. As you were about to call it quits and find another hotel the woman smiled and looked at you. “It looks like someone just canceled their reservation. I have a bed for the night.” 

A sigh of relief exhaled your breath as your tired eyes were begging for sleep and your body begging for a hot shower. “Yes please, I’ll take it.”

“Aye, wait!” A thick British accent erupted behind you. “I need a room too! Don’t you dare tell me you’re getting the last room, Y/N.” 

You cringed behind you hearing Pete’s voice shout in your ear, you wanted to spin around and smack him for causing you a headache but you withheld yourself. “I’m sorry sir, but she was here first and got the last room.” The worker informed Pete. 

“Nuh-Huh, I am not paying for another uber to drive me to another hotel.” Pete’s voice was now echoing throughout the lobby and the last thing you needed was someone recording his little tantrum. “I’m crashing with her.”

“Oh the fuck you are!” You hissed towards the male. “You are not sleeping in the same room as me.” You argued back. 

“I am not going anywhere until I get that fucking room key.” Pete stared down at you, his dark brown eyes staring into you. He was tired as well, the dark circles under his eyes were heavy and you could tell not only was he tired but cranky. 

“If you two can’t come to an agreement I need you both to leave or I’ll call the cops.” The woman said with a shaky voice, obviously uncomfortable with the yelling. You gritted your teeth knowing the only way you were getting that room was if Pete was too. 

“I’ll even pay.”

“I can pay for myself.” You spat at him.

“Really? Last time I checked your sales were down and you weren’t getting shit in your paychecks.” Pete smirked down at you as you looked away. You hated that somehow someone leaked your rating of merch sales. 

“Fine.” You stepped away from the counter for Pete to pay for the room as you headed towards the elevator, not wanting to be around him. Pete pulled out his wallet and handed the woman his credit card as she swiped it for payment in exchange for the room key.

You huffed with an eye roll as you watched Pete stroll towards you with a cocky smirk on his face. “Since I paid for the room, I got the bed.” He pressed the up button for the elevator. 

Your jaw dropped at his words. “Oh hell no I fucked my neck up during the match tonight. I am not sleeping on the floor.” You stomped your foot against the marble flooring like a child. 

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Pete walked in first and pressed the button for what floor our room was on. “Well, I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Pete chuckled. “Guess we’ll share the bed or you can sleep in the bathtub, you’re choice.” Pete shrugged watching you slip in the elevator right before the doors closed.

“Whatever.” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around your aching body, you held yourself tight as you watched the numbers climb up and stop at the fourth floor. As the doors opened you followed Pete down the hallway towards the room. Not saying a word to him, you watched as he swiped the card and opened the door. 

Looking inside you saw it was a pretty standard hotel room. One queen size bed in the middle of the room, there was a dresser and the television on top of it. The mini fridge was tucked in the corner with a microwave on top. “Cozy.” Pete hummed, placing his bag on top of the bed and digging through it. 

You placed your bag on the other side of the bed, which faced the AC. “Nuh-Huh, I paid for it so I get the AC side.” Pete said. 

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t fight with the Brit, grabbing your bag you tossed it to the other side of the bed, rounding the foot of the bed you went on your side and went back to digging through the duffle. Gathering your pajamas you went towards the bathroom to shower. Shutting and locking the door you exhaled a tiring breath. 

Just one night, you can do this for one night. Is what you yourself as you look at your reflection in the mirror. 

Sighing softly you exit the bathroom fully clean in a fresh pair of pajamas. You rubbed the towel against your damp hair to collect any more of the water as you walked back to the bed. You froze seeing Pete laying on top of the covers flipping through the channels on the television. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You choked out, looking away from him.

“Watching tv?” Pete raised an eyebrow towards me. 

“Where are your pajamas?” You shouted, still shielding your eyes away from Pete who was only in his boxers. 

“I’m wearing them.”

“No! You’re wearing boxers, where is your shirt and pants?” 

“I get hot when I sleep, you’re fine. We basically wear nothing when we wrestle anyways.” Pete pointed out. 

Groaning, you looked to see that he was now under the blanket. Moving towards the bed you pulled back the covers and got under them, laying on the soft mattress. “You better stay on your side.” You demanded, laying on the other side of the bed, nearly hanging off.

“With pleasure.” Pete grumbled as he shut the television off and rolled over, the room was eerily dark and the only thing to be heard with Pete’s shallow breaths as you slowly fell asleep.

Your body was fuming like a furnace, uncomfortably hot and slightly sweaty. Your eyes still shut as you were partially asleep until you tried to move but a large arm was wrapped around your waist. Sighing softly, you relaxed into the pillow and were about to drift off fully to sleep until you remembered where you were and who you were with.

Your eyes snapped open. Darkness filled the room, looking towards the nightstand the red lines of the clock showed it being 2:33am. Pete’s arm still wrapped around your waist in a tight hug, you tried wiggling away from him but you were already so close to the edge. Freezing when you heard Pete grumbling in his sleep, you didn’t want to wake him. He was already so crabby when he was awake you didn’t want to know what he was like when being forced out of his sleep.

A silent squeal escaped your lips as Pete pulled your body closer to his, your back flushed against his bare chest. You felt your face heat up and your body becoming warmer. This man’s body temperature was built differently as if he could survive the winter with no coat or jacket. You exhaled a slow breath, grabbing his wrist you tried pulling his arm off of you but in that moment Pete scooted closer to you making you freeze.

That’s when you felt it. The rigid hardness against your cheeks through your thin pajama bottoms. Pete’s hard cock grinds against your ass, a soft moan escaping Pete’s throat in his sleep. You quickly pushed Pete away from you harshly, gagging loudly. 

Pete snored, jolting awake his heavy eyelids opening in alert manner as he scanned the room. “Wh- What? What!” Pete shouted as he noticed you gagging and now standing by the side of the bed. “What the fuck, Y/N! I’m sleeping!” 

“Why are you hard?” You shouted at him. 

Pete took a moment to hear your words. “What? I’m not!” Pete said, hold the blanket closer to his form. 

“Yes you are! You were cuddling me and I felt your boner against my ass!” You felt the need to rush to the bathroom to take another hot shower and scrub your body.

“Why were you letting me cuddle you!” Pete argued back. 

“What- What do you mean! I was asleep and when I woke up you were cuddling me! I didn’t force you to cuddle me!” You yelled back at him.

“I’m a cuddler! I cuddle in my sleep! I’m sorry!” Pete said aggressively but he meant his apology. “Just come back to bed and go to sleep, we have to get up in a few hours.” Pete dug himself back into the mattress and pulled the blanket closer to him.

“You expect me to sleep in the same bed with you while you have a boner?” Your eyes darted towards the blanket where he was pitching a tent and back up to his face.

“Well, I can’t really get rid of it right now, now can I?” Pete hissed as he rolled over, his back facing you. 

You swallowed, slowly you climbed back into the bed, the mattress dipping with your weight now being on it as you pulled the covers up, you stared at the ceiling. “So, like, does it hurt?”

“What?”

“Your boner, does it hurt?”

There was a silent pause for a few seconds before Pete spoke again. “I mean, it doesn’t hurt like painfully but it’s annoying. Why do you want to help me get rid of it?” Pete threw in a bit of sassiness into the question but there was that long pause waiting for you to reply.” 

“If you want me to.” 

“What?” Pete asked again.

“I said if you want me to.”

“Shut the fuck up and go to bed, Y/N.”

You felt the covers being pulled more towards Pete as he held them closer to himself. “No, I mean it. I mean I don’t like you and I know you don’t like me but I’m not going to let you suffer in pain.”

Pete rolled over, his back on the mattress as he now was in the same position as you. “One, I’m not in pain and two, I don’t… Not like you.” Pete said. “You’re annoying, okay? But I don’t… Hate you, I mean you get on my nerves but I don’t hate you.”

“But you’re always so mean to me.” You frowned, looking at him.

Pete turned his head and looked at you with a shrug. “I’m British.” He laughed. “Well, if you’d really like to help me, it has been awhile since a tight cunt has been around my cock.” 

You felt your cheeks burn at how he spoke cooly about not having sex in a while. “Maybe I changed my mind.” 

“Don’t tease me girl, my cock is aching to be touched.” Pete whispered only for you to giggle, hearing him beg sounded different from Pete when he wasn’t yelling at you in the ring. 

In a swift motion, you were on top of him, straddling his lap, pinning his cock against his toned stomach. Pete hissed softly at the feeling of your weight pinning him. “Thatt’a girl.” Pete hummed, his hands going to your waist, massaging it. 

Slowly grinding your hips against him, you let out a soft moan as your clothed clit grinds against his cock. “Fuck.” Pete sighed, tilting his head back. 

Looking down at the motions of your hips you saw Pete’s pre-come already staining his boxers. “Someone’s eager.” 

“Shut up.” Pete bit back slightly with a blush upon his face. 

“It’s cute.” You hummed, raising yourself up you pulled his tight boxers down his thighs, exposing his thickness. You admired how it bounced out of the confinement of his boxers and twitched freely, begging to be touched again. You awkwardly kicked off your pajama pants and tossed them to the side, now straddling Pete once more but with panties on. 

Grinding against him once again, the fabric of your thong grazed against his growing cock with each movement. “Hmm.” Pete hummed deeply. “Need you, now.” He moaned. 

“Say please.” You smiled, it wasn’t everyday you see Pete Dunne begging.

 “Baby, please.” Pete sucked in a breath as your movements went slower against his cock. “Y/N, please ride me.” Pete swallowed thickly as his voice was hoarse. “Need your tight pussy around me, make me feel good.”

Your stomach clenched hearing Pete whine and beg for you to fuck him, to give him the relief that he so needs. “Well,” You placed your hand upon his chest and slowly dragged it down, you could feel his skin break out in goosebumps. “Since you’ve asked so nicely.” You raised yourself up once more and pushed aside your soaked panties and slowly grind your bareness against Pete’s cock, rubbing your juices against him. 

Pete shivered at your actions, his dark lustful brown eyes watching your every move, a soft groan escaped his lips as you grabbed his thick cock. “Is this what you wanted?” You asked, slowly placing the tip in between your lips. 

“Y- Yes, fuck yes please.” Pete panted heavily as his cock twitched in between your folds as your pussy slowly swallowed him as you sunk yourself down. “Oh, fuck.” Pete sang as he was buried deep inside of you. “You fucking feel fantastic.” Pete sighed, his eyes fluttering shut. 

You let out  a soft sigh as Pete was stretching your walls to a perfect meter. “Hmm, you feel good too.” You gave him a wolfish grin, rolling your hips Pete sucked in a breath. 

“Fuck, if you keep doing that you’re gonna make me come.” Pete whimpered out.

“That’s the plan.” You snickered as you started to slowly rise yourself up, you sunk back down doing this motion repeatedly and started to pick up momentum. Soon you were slamming yourself down Pete’s cock, choked moans left the both of you as you were fucking yourself on him. “Fuck, Pete!” You cried out as your walls tightened around his thickness, your creamy juices dripping down his heavy sac and onto the bed sheets. 

“Shit, Y/N. You’re fucking sucking me in deep, princess.” Pete moaned, planting his feet on the mattress, he gripped your waist and started to pound up into you. Your jaw dropped slightly as his cock head was hitting all the right spots. “Fuck, yes, yes fucking take this cock!” Pete sobbed as his cock kept pushing further inside of you, his balls slapped against your skin, echoing throughout the room. “Fuck, almost yes, almost there, that’s it. Y/N, fuck, gonna take my come baby? You’re gonna fucking take it!” Pete’s cock twitched harshly inside of you, hinting to you that he was close to his orgasm.

“What- What the fuck?” Pete asked as you pinned his waist down to the mattress. “Y/N? What the fuck, I was about to come.” Pete panted, sweat forming on his brow as he scrunched them in confusion.

“Well, Pete since you’ve done nothing but torment me since I’ve been in the company. I think it’s time for payback.” You stopped your movements but Pete’s hard length was still fully inside you.

“No, no, no!” Pete sobbed. “Please, Y/N I’m sorry. I should have never been mean to you, just please, fuck- please let me come inside your sweet pussy.” Pete was begging as if his life depended on it. Pete let out a sob as you squeezed your walls tightly around his thick cock. “Fuckin’ hell! Don’t be a bitch!” Pete sobbed.

“Me, a bitch?” You laughed. “You’ve torched me, Dunne. Got in my head, made me injure myself in a match all because of your cruel words. I think you can let me fucking enjoy this and have you writher underneath me.” 

Pete swallowed thickly, slightly twitching but he nodded in agreement. “Say it.” You said.

“I- I’ll be good.” Pete whispered.

“Say ‘I’ll be a good boy’.” 

“I’ll be a good boy.” Pete corrected himself. “I’ll be a good boy for you, Y/N.” Pete shivered underneath you, his cock still hard in your tight channel. 

“Good boy.” You smiled down at him as you slowly started to rock your hips against him, grinding at your own pace. “Hmm, I have to say, Pete. You have an impressive cock.” You moaned as you bounced your ass back down on him.

“T- Thank you, thank you, Y/N.” Pete’s cock twitched inside of you. “I- I don’t know if I can hold back any longer.” Pete whimpered. The sucktion of your wet cunt had his cock aching and begging to release his seed. 

“Shh, just a little longer. I like the feeling of your thick dick inside of me.” You let out a cute little moan that made Pete twitch again, driving him crazy. “I’ve thought about you a few times.” You slid back down on his cock, going back up, his cock nearly exiting out of your fucked pussy but you pushed back down, moaning.

“Y- Yeah?” Pete choked, watching your movements with hooded eyes. “Like how?” His hands still gripping your waist but never trying to make you move faster.

“Slowly riding you like this, taking you in the ring during practice matches, fucking you backstage.” You shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Daydreaming of you making a mess of me, stuff like that.” 

“I- I can do that.” Pete gripped your waist, nails digging into your flesh.

“I know you will and we’re gonna.” You started to pick up the pace once more, the sweet sound of his dick entering your wet pussy echoed off the hotel room walls. “And we’re going to start by you coming deep inside of me.” You moaned, gripping his chest, you raked your nails down his bare skin making Pete hiss in agony and pain but he didn’t dare complain because he didn’t want you to stop. 

“Come in me Pete, come deep inside of me.” You moaned as you slammed down on his cock, the bed shaking underneath the both of you as you fucked yourself harder on him. 

Pete’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as the sweet taste of relief started to climb higher. “Oh- Oh fuck, oh god- Y/N. Fuck! Take it, take it baby!” Pete cried.

Gasping loudly you felt his hot seed explode inside of you as you chased your own orgasm, your vision blurred as you screamed Pete’s name, still bouncing on his cock while you rode out your high. “Oh Petey, fuck!” Shivering, it felt like lightning bolts shot up your back at the overdosing feeling of Pete’s come painting your insides. You both exhaled a breath and you slowly rolled off of him, nuzzling against his naked body. 

A comfortable silence formed between the two of you. You could feel yourself slowly fall asleep until Pete said something.

“You know, maybe you are good at something.”

“Is that something being your cock warmer?”

“You’re gonna get me riled up again, doll.” Pete growled as he pulled you closer to his form and kissed the top of your head. “But yes.”

#pete dunne #butch #wwe butch #wwe pete dunne #wrestling #smackdown #pete dunne x you #pete dunne x reader #pete dunne x female!reader #f!reader #pete dunne x f!reader #cussing #smut #wwe smut #pete dunne smut #hot af smut #wrestlers #wrestling blog #dirty wrestling #pete dunne one shot #pete dunne story #wwe one shot #pete dunne fanfic #share #18+ blog #pete dunne fanfic friday #wrestling imagines

[incorrect-one-piece-quotes]

Haha, me? I swing both ways. Violently. with katanas. Come get some, motherfukers.

Zoro

#source: tumblr #zoro roronoa #one piece zoro #Pirate Hunter Zoro #zoro #straw hats #straw hat pirates #cussing #curse word #OP #one piece #incorrect one piece quotes #one piece incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

[imhere-imqueer-ilikedeer]

i propose we replace “cussing like a sailor” with “cussing like an Australian”

I mean

have you heard us

#Swearing #cussing #idioms #australia #alternativly #cussing like an Aussie at a footy game #herequeerdeerrobin

[yorshie]

…. I had the horrible realization tonight that in high school I used to think boys who had sword collections were weird….

And now……

…… goddamit

#cussing #my shitposts #bayverse tmnt #bayverse leonardo #this is the equilvalent of my brain calling me out #I just wanted to sleep #and my own consciousness slapped me with some hard hitting questions #like noooooo #I like the sword boy #noooooooooooo #the universe set me up #I played myself #TMNT bayverse #bayverse leo

[mod-jazzy]

Damn Aquarius/Pisces have that shit easy

#shitpost #jazzy #ooc #mod art #sfw #swearing #cursing #cussing #rayquaza screenshot from the anime obviously!! aint claimin i drew that thing LMAO imagine

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Five years later, this, from Michael Marshall Smith, remains one of the finest pieces of invective I've had the pleasure of reading:

'Fuck off. Then keep fucking off. Fuck off until you come up to a gate with a sign saying “You Can’t Fuck Off Past Here”. Climb over the gate, dream the impossible dream, and keep fucking off forever.'

https://twitter.com/ememess/status/966489601404579840

See also: 2002's epic 'head-bees':

> So, I have the fucking bitch job of fuck. I forgot to tell that. And I can't get any other job, because I am on the Enemies List. And also, that job makes my head bees get angry almost every day. And. BORING. All the time. As boring as a stupid guy who is a different kind of stupid from what you are.

> And today, I am wearing these different shoes that I don't wear very much, but they cost me $5, so I figured I'd better wear them sometimes, but then they are not my regular shoes, so I am all feeling like a movie star wearing them, like Ernest Borgnine or something in my dumb fucking shoes, and then I have to wear the dumbass holder thing with my dumbass picture on it, in case I ever forget for a minute that I am just a big dumb bag of meat, I can look and find out all about it all over again.

https://boingboing.net/2002/04/18/the-internet-was-mad.html

#cussing