#i cried so hard playing the game and now crying so hard watching the show

[rassvetsky]

worst thing about tlou is that it shows how fatherhood is often times a choice more than anything else. some fathers decide to abandon their child, not knowing or caring that they'll grow up to not trust anybody because they had to go through that disappointment when they were too young to be dealing with such stuff, or to involuntarily look for a father figure in somebody else. when i look at joel, there's nothing but respect in me because he's everything i would've wanted in a father back when i was a child.

#i cried so hard playing the game and now crying so hard watching the show #some things never change i guess #to all my internet friends whom i haven't even met #it's not your fault #you're beautiful and you deserved better #cherish the child in you #and feel free to hop on my dms if you need to talk about it #i'm here for you <3 #tlou #tlou hbo #the last of us #the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #pedro pascal #bella ramsey #tw daddy issues

[luvyeni]

❛A BOY AND HIS DOLLS❜ ( s. jaeyun )

p. yandere!jake x fem!reader w. 1.7+

warnings? dark fic, yandere themes, kidnapping, dollification, blood, unprotected sex

— 𖦹 ( jake owns a lot of dolls, but you’re the prettiest of them all and he can’t let you go ) !

freaktober masterlist

jake opened the door to his house , it was quiet – he took his shoes off , making his way to his favorite room , his doll room. “hi my pretty dolls.” he opened the door , walking into the room full of glass porcelain dolls. “did you all have a good day?”

he turned to the bed were all his prettiest dolls sat in perfect place. “how about you girls , did you have a good day?” he smiled , looking at his favorite doll in the world , none of these doll could compare to his favorite doll – none of them could compare to you. “answer me doll.”

you nodded , your heart pounding , hoping he didn’t notice anything. “i had a great day jake.” he touched your hair , tilting his head. “your hair is all messed up doll.” he said yanking your hair back. “how could that happen if i keep my precious doll all tied up in her room?” you whimpered. “i-i don’t know what you mean.” he chuckled , letting you go.

“oh you don’t?” he said picking up a glass doll , turning to you before throwing it to the ground , you shrieked as it hit the floor , the glass shattering. “j-jake.” you were terrified , he picked up another one , repeating. “you see that doll , those are cameras.” he then proceeded to pick up different dolls , throwing them to the floor , glass shattering everywhere – he laughed manically , as you sat there shaking in fear.

“the first time it was a mistake , i thought I tied you tightly after your breakfast.” he explained. “i has only realized when i was at work , luckily i didn’t forget to lock the door , it was so cute watching you wiggle your way out the ropes , only to be defeated by the door.” he sat down on the bed , a big sharp piece of glass in his hand – which was bleeding due to how hard he was clutching it.

“you know i love playing games with my dolls , so i deciding to keep leaving the ropes untied , then i kept the door unlocked to your room , each and every-time you tired to make an escape.” he was heavily breathing , his sinister smile turned into a angry face. “i-i’m sorry jake.” you sobbed , scared of what he might do.

“oh are you?” he climbed on to the bed , holding the glass against your neck. “i give you everything.” he pressed it harder against your skin. “p-please.” you cried out , he laughed. “you’re so pretty when you cry , my pretty doll.” the blood from his hand , dripping down on to your dress. “your dress is all messed up now.”

he climbed off of you , standing above you. “you can get yourself out can’t you , show me doll , show me how you did it.” you shakily undid the ties , your wrist red from rubbing against them. he held the glass in his other hand , climbing back on the bed , grabbing your face with his bloody hand , smearing his blood all over your face. “you’re my prettiest doll , you know that right.” he squeezed your cheeks.

“y-yes.” you said through your puffed up lips. “that’s right , i don’t care about these other dolls , they were just to past the time until i found the prettiest doll on the market.” he said. “i finally found it , the prettiest doll on the market , i buy her all the things she wants , all the prettiest dresses , buy her yummy food , keep her nice and warm in a beautiful house.” he gripped harder. “and all she has to do is sit pretty here and wait for me to come home to play and she can’t even do that.”

“i-it hurts.” you cried , he frown. “does it , that’s how my heart feels , it hurts so bad that you tried to leave me.” he said , his voice almost a whimper. “is it my fault am i not treating my doll right?” he said tears coming down his face , letting your face go. “does my doll not want to play with me anymore?” he started to sob , his emotions giving you whiplash , he was good at this , good at making you feel bad.

“should i kill myself?” he said , you shook your head. “n-no please.” you begged , you hated that you still cared for him , he was crazy , but he was still the jake you met all those years ago plus the door was locked and you wouldn’t be able to get out , you’d be stuck with his body . “p-please i-i’m i’ll stay okay , i’ll stay and play with you alright.”

you slowly reached for his hand. “please just drop the glass , see you’re hurting yourself.” you put your hand on top of his , he slowly dropping the glass. “you’ll stay and play with me?” you nodded. “i’ll stay and we can play whatever you want.” he weakly smiled , his hand coming back up to your face , caressing it. “m-my pretty doll.” he pulled your face close to his , kissing you.

he shoved his tongue down your throat , moving your body until he was on top of you , unzipping the side zipper , he pulled away spit connecting you both making you whimper. “j-jake.” he sat you up , taking the dress off of you , your skin still covered in little blotches from your last “playtime” with the boy. “so pretty.” he lifted your hips , pulling the skirt all the way off , placing on the chair beside the bed.

he kissed down your stomach , nipping at your skin , you jolted. “ah!” he shushed you. “let me play with my doll how i want.” he grabbed the side of you your baby blue underwear , pulling them down your legs , spreading your legs. “so wet , my doll has the perfect pussy.” he kissed your thighs , you moaned. “so perfect.” he kissed your clit , before licking a stripe up your cunt.

“j-jake fu-fuck.” he pulled away , slapping your thighs. “my doll doesn’t curse.” you apologized , he slapped your thighs again , before diving back into your clit. “oh my god.” you bit your lip , as messily eating your cunt.

your eyes shut tightly , stomach churning with pleasure , but also disgust with yourself , you were supposed to hate him , he kept you hostage , he was mentally unstable , but you couldn’t help but grab his hair , grinding against face. "j-jake , please im gonna cum." your legs closed around his head , as you came on his tongue , he pulled away. “that’s it.” he rubbed you clit , overstimulating you. “give me what i want doll.”

once he was done toying with your clit , he grabbed your hands , caging them above your head , undoing his pants , pulling his cock out. “gonna fill my pretty doll up.” his cock kissing your hole. “f-fuck.” he groaned , pushing into your cunt. “so fucking tight.” he moved his hips. “perfect little cunt.”

“j-jake oh my god!” you shrieked as he began to sped up , his hips slamming against yours. “that’s it , scream for me doll.” he groaned , letting your hands go , grabbing your hip , ramming into your cunt. “my doll , your mines.” he groaned , throwing his head back. “mines to keep and dress and play with.” he rubbed your clit. “i’ll kill myself before i let you go.”

“j-jake i’m gonna cum!” you screamed , grabbing the sheets , back arching. “cum for me my pretty doll.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head , cumming. “jake!” he fucked you through your orgasm , “fuck baby doll , i’m gonna cum , gonna fill you up with my cum.” he grunted. “get you pregnant than you can never leave me.” he cursed , warmth spreading through your body as his cum filled you up.

he laid flat on top of you for a while , before pulling out , his cum seeping out of you. “let’s get you dressed.” he picked you up , sitting you on the sink , turning the water on , waiting for it to get hot. he put you into the tub , washing your body and your hair – leaving you , with the door open so he could watch you , so that he could clean the sheets and sweep up the glass from the broken dolls.

he returned back to the bathroom , helping you out , drying you off and your hair before carrying you back to your bed , sitting you down. “i picked out some pretty pajamas for my doll.” he lathered your body in his favorite scented lotion , putting his favorite baby pink panties on. “see pretty.” he pulled out a matching shirt baby pink night gown. “let’s do your hair.” he brushed your hair , putting two braids in , along with two bows to keep them from unraveling. “now you’re perfect again.”

he made your food , feeding it to you , while telling you about his day , his hand now covered in a bandage. “it’s time for bed now.” he said. “normally we’d watch tv , but i don’t think that’s a good idea tonight , maybe tomorrow.” he laid down next to you , wrapping his arms around you. “my doll , i love you so much , you love me too right?” you nodded. “tell me then , tell me you love me.” you reached up , moving his hair from his face. “i-i love you.” you stuttered , scared of making him upset , but also cause you couldn’t help but love him when he was like this , when he was soft with you , like the jake you used to know. he kissed your temples , snuggling into your neck.

“my pretty pretty doll , you’ll never leave me.”

©LUVYENI

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #enhypen ff #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #jake sim fanfic #jake sim smut #jake sim imagines #jake sim x reader #jake sim hard thoughts #jake sim hard hours #jake sim scenarios

[slytherinshua]

CHOCOLATE CAKE

genre. fluff. slight hurt/comfort. warnings. exams/exam stress mentioned. crying. brief mention of drinking/partying. light profanity. food (cake hehe). mentioned that reader wears makeup. intak cheers you up!! pairing. intak x fem!reader. wc. 1.4k. request. no. a/n. for my kyo @blue-jisungs <33 ilysm and i'm so proud of you, ik you've worked so so hard <33

By the time your bus was almost to your stop to get off, the tears had dried on your cheeks. You felt absolutely exhausted, and there was nothing you wanted more than to get home and just sleep. Exam season was always stressful, but the past month had been a living hell.

You didn’t exactly do great on your midterms, despite studying almost every second you were awake. It frustrated you. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t seem to get the high marks that you strived so hard for. Your friends seemed to pass so easily, some of them not even bothering to study in advance. While they had all gone out drinking or partying now that it was the last exam day, you were prepared to study more tomorrow in order to retake exams next week.

You had cried all day— after one of your more stressful exams, after getting a bad mark back on an earlier exam, at lunch when your friends asked you how you had done. It was both embarrassing and exhausting. You were so, so tired.

You felt numb and mindless as you grabbed your bag and got off the bus. The air was cold and sharp, but the breeze was welcome. Even the shiver that ran up your spine as you stepped onto the pavement wasn’t a bother. It allowed you to breathe. The dark cloudy sky seemed to be mirroring your mood, and you found a small comfort in that. 

You didn’t bother to knock or announce your presence at all when you reached your apartment. You didn’t have the energy to talk; your entire body feeling sluggish and slow as you dropped your bag on the chair and shuffled out of your boots.

“Fuck- Did I not set the timer?! No, no, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

The voice of your boyfriend startled you at first before you registered the familiar tone and relaxed, a whisper of a smile even playing on your lips. He hadn’t said anything about stopping by today, but given his love for surprising you, you should have expected it. You weren’t quite ready to show yourself to him, though, so you made your way quietly to the bathroom, still able to hear him talking to himself in the kitchen.

“Chocolate, chocolate… melt for… 30 second intervals? She likes chocolate- so 2 packets? Yeah.” 

You wiped off any makeup that had survived your many crying sessions and washed your face of the tear stains and exhaustion of the day. Once you changed into pyjama pants and one of Intak’s stolen hoodies, you finally felt at ease. The weight of exams and the thought of retakes still looming over your head wasn’t something you could ignore, but just for tonight you willed your brain to not focus on it. Just for tonight, you deserved to rest.

You shuffled to the doorway of the kitchen, still trying to be as quiet as possible. Intak had his back turned to you, and didn’t notice your presence at all as he worked near the stovetop. The smell of chocolate cake and cherries reached your nose, and your chest felt warm. Intak always knew your favourite comfort foods and the best ways to cheer you up after a long day. 

You didn’t realize until now just how much you had missed him. As you watched him scurry around the kitchen, completely oblivious to your figure in the doorway, you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. You missed his hugs and his kisses. You missed your late night talks and when you would game together where he would let you win on purpose. You missed telling him how much you loved him and watching his eyes brighten. 

Given how busy you were studying and preparing for exams, you barely had time to see him in the past 2 weeks. He would send you encouraging text messages in the morning, and you would text him during your breaks, but most of the time you had to keep your phone far away from you and on Do Not Disturb to keep your focus. 

You missed him so much that it was almost hard for you to keep watching him silently when you knew that he would hug you as soon as he was aware you were there. But he soon turned around to transfer a bowl to the sink, and his eyes quickly met yours and froze. You watched as his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape before turning up into a big grin a second later.

“You’re back!” He chucked the dishes into the sink and practically ran over to you, capturing you in his arms and lifting you slightly off the floor. “I thought the exams would swallow you whole, I missed you so much.” He mumbled in your ear, prompting a smile to form on your face.

“Me too.” You sighed in content. The feeling of Intak’s arms around you was one of your favourites in the entire world. From how close you were, you could smell his woody cologne as well as his gentle natural scent peaking through. He hugged you tightly, swaying softly from side to side until you made moves to escape his embrace.

“One sec!” He rushed to the other room, coming back with a bouquet of pink and white flowers. “For my academic weapon of a girlfriend.” 

You were going to protest about the academic weapon part, but with his cheesy grin plastered on his face as he held out the flowers to you, you didn’t have the heart to. You knew he wouldn’t accept any objection from you anyway. In his eyes, you were nothing less than perfect.

You ranted about the past week to him while he finished decorating a chocolate cake, discouraged by the fact that you would have to retake some exams. But Intak would only say how proud he was of you for making it through the stressful month.

“You worked really really hard, and I’m so proud of you, baby. The scores don’t reflect your self worth, okay?” He reassured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead after you had told him everything.

You wouldn’t have believed the words coming from anyone else, but he was your boyfriend and you knew he wasn’t even capable of lying to you (after all, he had tried in the past, and you had caught him every time).

Seeing Intak’s smile and hearing his words of encouragement gave you back energy for almost an hour, but you felt a crash of tiredness again once you settled on the couch with him to eat cake and snuggle.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet. I’ll have to carry you to bed.” Intak joked, watching you sleepily blink with love in his eyes. Despite being worried about how hard you had pushed yourself, he knew the best thing he could do was just cheer you on and let you recharge with hugs. He wouldn’t care even if you fell asleep on his arm and it was sore for hours the next day.

“You’re comfortable.” You argue in a mumble, only melting into his arms more. You were practically a puddle on top of him— letting your entire body relax and trusting that Intak would let you sleep.

“My girl is that tired, hm? Are you sure you don’t want to go to bed?” He spoke softly, brushing your hair out of your face and making sure the blanket covered your shoulders.

“You’re more comfortable than my bed.” You whispered, already teetering on the edge of consciousness. You heard Intak scoff, and though your eyes were closed, you could picture his adoring smile perfectly. You were half asleep by the time his response fell on your ears, and entirely too tired at that point to comprehend his words. You smiled when you felt him press a kiss to your temple, and finally allowed yourself to slip away to your dreams after the long day.

With Intak by your side, the stress of your life seemed to lessen, and your mind stopped racing as much. You let yourself relax and just enjoy being with him, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

↳ p1h taglist: @eternalgyu,, @kangtaehyunzzz,, @amara-mars,, @nyukyujs

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[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

"MEANIE"

SUMMARY: Jungkook is busy playing, and you desperately need his attention, when he doesn't give you attention you decide to have it your way.

PAIRINGS: Mean Jungkook X whiney reader

WORD COUNT: 786

SMUT WARNINGS: 69 a few minutes, fingering, use of vibrator and a dildo, hand job, squirting, reader is a whiney mess, grinding for like seconds, Hickeys, Reader calls him Daddy once or twice.? He cums on her stomach but reader wants it messy, so she fingers herself with the cum, cum eating.

a/n: it's my first time writing about a whiney reader please bear with me. I hope yall enjoy it.Please like follow, reblog and comment.<3 A little birthday gift from my side 💞

You’ve been whining for about a good 10 minutes now, Jungkook sat on the end of the bed playing GTA 5 on his computer which was placed on the table in front of the bed. Curses left his mouth. You’ve been calling him now for 5 minutes while he waves you off saying, “Give me a minute baby”.  

You undressed yourself when he wasn’t paying attention to you, stomping your tiny fist on the bed “Gonna show you now” You hovered above his back grabbed onto his gaming console and threw it in the bed before he could even register what happened you straddled his face strangling his face by placing your naked pussy over his lips.  

Your hips were lifted in the air so he could talk to you “fuck baby you were horny all this time?” He asked placing a kiss on your clit. Humming you grabbed his soft cock through his boxers he lifted his hips “needed you so bad kook” you said placing a kiss on his now leaking tip. “Fuck so wet bun,” he said growling while you tried to deep-throat him “mm can’t take full kook” you cried looking at him over your shoulder “Oh yeah you wanna take me fully?” He said teasing you and humming you went back to try again. “Take what you can baby” assuring you he dips down to take your pussy in his mouth.  

Slapping your ass, you moaned loudly “Turn around baby will fuck you with my fingers first” he turns you around so now you are on your back tear-filled eyes gazing at him “Aw baby choking on cock brought tears in your eyes?” He asks mocking the tears. “Not fair want you in my pussy now” you pouted slowly your fingers coming to spread your wet pussy lips.  

Chuckling he saw your eagerness “Yeah baby gonna spread those pretty lips for me?” You nodded while his fingers made a V-shape while a dollop of slick Dribbled down “Want it now want your fingers” you whined your tiny fingers guided his large ones in your whole while he smiled looking at the site “yeah do it yourself” moving your pussy  on his fingers he sat there doing nothing just watching you help yourself huffing a puff out you groan removing his fingers from your heat.  

The wet slick dripped from his fingers while he sucked them you got ready to get up and take your vibrator and dildo from the drawer testing his patience Jungkook smirked: “Go ahead, baby thought of helping you but not now, help yourself yeah?” He said while palming his cock you inserted the vibrator, and dildo inside you “Hate you Koo” you pouted.  

After a few minutes of using them, you messed up the sheets with the overstimulating feeling resulting in your squirting Jungkook coming on his lower abdomen.  

You wanted more, you wanted his Cock, you wanted his cum, you wanted to make it messy on his cock but no he wouldn’t help you at all why because you disturbed him while playing.  

Sitting off in the mess you leapt into his arms crying into his neck “Sorry kook I won’t do it, need your cock, please Koo” you whined grinding on his wet cock “Yeah baby you promise? You won’t forget what you said?” He said cheekily while you nodded and gave him the cutest puppy eyes.  

“Lay down baby Daddy is gonna fuck the hell out of you now, gonna tell you who is the boss “ 

You lay there crying mess when he fucked you hard and sucked in purple-black hickeys on your neck and broke you apart. Your tiny fists grabbed onto his neck sucking on his neck sometime while you cried “daddy gonna cum” you whined “yeah cum” with that you reach your orgasm while he pulled out jerking himself over your lower body. 

It was unusual for him to not cum outside your pussy “no make my pussy messy not my stomach” you grabbed his hand which was over his cock “no remove those hands from my cock this is your punishment” he swatted your hands away when you didn’t listen.  

Soon Cumming you took his cum on your fingers slightly dragging them near your whole and fingered yourself and sucking on the remaining.  

Huffing he goes back to play game without giving you an aftercare like he always does but you know he is still grumpy from you disturbing his match, while stay there slightly dozing off covered in the mess. You know he will be all right in few, he might even come back to sleep on your plush boobs. 

TAGLIST : @kimmingyuswifee , @jungk97kwife, @httpjeonlicious , @galaxygirl453 , @babysoogyu

#bts #bts fanfic bts smut #bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #bts jungkook

[vscabarca]

time heals - pablo gavi

summary: you help gavi get through his acl injury

genre: fluff, bit sad

———

Gavi had woken up really energetic, ready to meet his physiotherapist to go on a hike near Barcelona. He had asked you the night before if you’d like to join the little group of injured players, claiming „healthy knees“ would give the guys extra motivation.

You two had met the group at the start of the trail, you staying a bit behind to let Gavi focus on his recovery session.

Throughout the hike your boyfriend was joking around and even started to jog short distances like the physio advised him to do.

The grin was etched onto his face, sometimes glancing back at you as you gave him an encouraging thumbs up.

Seeing Gavi so motivated made you feel incredibly happy, happy to see your boy smile again. You couldn’t be prouder to see him here, not after what happened in the last week of November.

Three months ago all his hard work and dedication had been ripped away from him in a matter of seconds.

You were back home in Barelona, watching the game against Georgia from your couch with his family. Originally, you had planned to travel with him, but Gavi knew how packed your schedule was and did not want to stress you out more.

„We‘re already qualified. Cheer for us from home, I know traveling now would only make you feel more stressed.“ He said and kissed you before leaving for the Spain camp.

„Be careful!“ You said, receiving a nod from Gavi.

These words played in your head over and over again as you saw him lay there on the grass, clutching his right knee while sobbing in pain. Normally when he was being fouled, he stood up pretty quickly. Now Gavi wasn’t even able to walk without assistance, making your stomach drop at the sight.

After receiving a call from Iñigo, telling you the physiotherapists assumed Gavi had torn his ACL, y‘all stayed at your apartment waiting for him until he arrived in the early morning hours.

Gavi never stopped crying in your arms after he came back home, not only because his knee hurt like hell, but also because he was just so confused why it had to be him. He just wanted to play football, to help his club and country win.

The next week was horrible. You didn’t recognize the loving, energetic Gavi anymore. He didn’t talk much, even less then he already did, his eyes didn’t sparkle like they did usually.

You tried your best to help him. Was it holding him in your arms, soothing him as he cried, was it bringing him his medication or helping him around the house, you never left his side.

Gavi‘s parents decided to stay in Barcelona until after his surgery, trying to organize everything for their son.

Your boyfriend settled down in his own house, his living room was now transformed into his bedroom to avoid walking up the stairs. You still had your own apartment, but abandoned it quickly, when Gavi asked you with tear stained cheeks to stay with him.

The weeks dragged by slowly and it seemed like whole Barcelona was suffering. The weather was gloomy, the football club lost game after game and Gavi still could barely walk without his crutches.

During that time, Gavi knew he wasn’t being the best boyfriend, his mental health has suffered a lot from this situation. Nevertheless you always cheered him up, encouraged him to go to his recovery sessions even though it was just so difficult. Gavi tried to show you he appreciated everything that you’ve done, even telling you how sorry he was for how your relationship was pushed aside due to his injury. He knew he wasn’t as loving, as caring as before, but Gavi wanted to make sure you‘d know how special you were to him and how much he loved you.

You were relieved he was the one coming up with this conversation and you were now a 100% sure Gavi was the one you would want to spend the rest of your life with. A few tears were shed that December night, as it also affected you mentally.

After both expressed their worries and now being on the same page, it felt like somebody turned a switch.

Gavi smiled again from time to time and he came home from his recovery session much more motivated. Christmas was coming and you spent half of it with the Paèz family, just you six (if we add Javi to the equation.)

Gavi got the green light to walk without his crutches, also feeling more comfortable in going out again, strolling around the streets of Barcelona. Overall he enjoyed being allowed to do more, gaining back his energetic demeanor day by day. He paid extra attention to give back the love and care you gave him the past month, be it a spontaneous date night where he cooked for you, grabbing flowers on the way back from recovery or just wake you up in the most beautiful way possible - with loads of kisses.

It almost felt like everything was fine again, except that Gavi watched the games from the stands instead of being on the pitch. It still made him grumpy to be sidelined, but you would catch him when he started spiraling again.

January went by much faster and instead of gloomy, dull weather, Barcelona was sunny. Gavi tried to be outside as much as he could, because apparently „sunshine keeps bad thoughts away“ as you called it ever so often. Sometimes, you couldn’t accompany him on his short walks but he always thought about you. You were the girl who kept him going, who helped him not fall into a depression.

That day, Gavi walked home convinced to need you by his side forever.

He walked to your apartment, knocking softly before you opened the door confused but happy to see your boyfriend.

„Gavi? I thought you were on a walk.“ You said surprised as you were in the middle of a study session.

He embraced you with his strong arms, leading you inside again.

„Move in with me. Please.“ He blabbered, looking down into your eyes.

You were shocked at first, knowing you never really talked about taking such a step yet, but smiled widely nevertheless.

„That’s a bit sudden, where does that come from?“ You had asked him. Gavi‘s sudden question took you right by surprise.

„You’re always here for me. Especially in the last few months you were the only one who kept me going, who motivated me, who was there for me even though I wasn’t for you. I realized I want to be with you forever and as you already live at my place 50 percent of the time, I thought you could move in completely.“ He exclaimed, his voice filled with passion and excitement.

Two weeks later you were all moved in, enjoying to see Gavi every second of the day.

He made incredible progress, meaning stage two of his recovery began. It was the most fragile and difficult stage, but Gavi knew he had great support waiting for him at home.

His motivation fell a bit again, as the recovery was much harder now. Still, his mindset changed, thanks to you. He rather thought he was day closer of being on the pitch again instead of being one day longer into his recovery.

„Bebé why are you smiling so much?“ Gavi asked, standing next to you as the group took a break from hiking. You didn’t notice until you bumped into your boyfriend’s shoulder.

„I thought about you, you’re the complete opposite from a few months ago.“ You said in a lower voice, not wanting the other guys listen to what you were saying.

Gavi only smiled and kissed your forehead softly.

„You‘ve made incredible progress, you should be proud.“

„Stop you’re making me blush in front of them!“ Gavi snickered, pulling you against him „But I couldn’t have done it without you“

#pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi #gavi one shot #gavi #gavi x reader #fc barca #fc barcelona #barca #football imagine #football one shot #football x reader

[sunshine-theseus]

Always The One | Sam Kerr x Reader

word count: 2.6k

summary: you have a huge fight but she’ll always be the one for you.

Warnings: angst, sorta some fluff?

I’m not sure if it was because I was tired from my shift, or the fact I’d waited at the restaurant for over an hour and my girlfriend hadn’t bothered to show, that had my crying in Jessie’s apartment at 9:03pm on a Thursday night.

Jessie Fleming was possibly the sweetest person to ever walk the earth, and my closest friend.

“Still nothing from her?” she asks softly from the kitchen.

I let out a slow hum, indicating Sam had seemingly not noticed her girlfriend of 3 years was missing from their shared apartment on such an important date. Then I quickly check my phone again to make sure I haven’t unknowingly shut it off or somehow just missed a text or call from the woman.

“Well, you still have a spare uniform you left here a couple months ago if you need it for your shift tomorrow. But now, we eat ice cream and watch Fantastic Mr Fox until you fall asleep.” She plops down on the couch next to me with a pitying smile gracing her face.

“Wait. Before we do that.” I grab my purse from beside my feet and pull out two small items.

“Are you kidding me?! You’re fucking joking, you’re pulling my leg. Are you serious!” She rushes out questions before snatching the items to get a closer look.

“These are really real!?”

I chuckle at her, trying to stop the tears that are forming behind my eyes.

Sam and I had begun the IVF process a few months ago after some encouragement from Katrina, Sam’s national teammate, and I’d missed my period a few days ago so I took a test. I thought it would be a nice surprise for our anniversary. That, and the small black band with a simple diamond that sat snug in a red velvet box in my bag for three months now. But obviously she didn’t show, and I wasn’t sure what to do now.

“Yeah… they’re real. I wanted to propose and show her the test tonight. But, well, you know.” I start crying again before I can stop myself, and I’ve fallen asleep not long after Jessie starts playing with my hair.

~~~~~~~~~

Work the next day did not help take my mind off the events of last night. Being a paramedic was obviously a difficult job, but I hadn’t had this amount of bad luck on a shift in a long time, and the calls just seemed to keep getting worse.

Our first call was an elderly lady whose grandson had accidentally pushed her down her front steps, she’d hit her head pretty hard, and her knee was dislocated but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t fix and get her help for at the hospital.

Later in the day we’d gotten called to a collision on the A3 motorway, 2 women and their daughter in one car and a drunk man in a large truck. One of the mums had passed away before we’d gotten there, the other fractured her clavicle and some ribs and had a broken leg. The daughter had been knocked unconscious, a broken nose and arm and a fractured C5 and C6. The man got out with barely a scratch.

That’s when I had to take a break and try to call Sam. Holding the hand of the woman and her daughter became harder when I pictured Sam and our daughter in their place.

She didn’t answer. That call or the 3 others I made before I clocked off at 6pm, uniform stained with blood.

I’d zoned out the whole drive home. I wasn’t even sure I was heading home until I’d pulled into the driveway.

I also didn’t notice the now filled space where Sam’s car sat, or the dirty Airforce 1s by the front door that were missing when I’d left yesterday morning (I’d gone straight from my shift to the restaurant), and I didn’t notice the figure slouched on the couch watching the AFL game she’d clearly missed during training today, a beer already in hand.

I went straight to the shower to wash off the blood and cry. Then I got changed into an oversized jumper and shorts, avoiding any of Sam’s jumpers I’d usually curl up in after a hard day, sat on our bed and cried some more.

I don’t get to cry for too long before the bedroom door slams open and Sam beings to yell.

“When the fuck were you going to tell me!?” I just groan in response and cover my ears with a spare pillow, but she grabs it and stands in front of me, forcing me to look at her and the pregnancy test she held tight in her hands. I’d fucking forgot to throw the other ones out.

“When were you planning on fucking telling me this round had worked hmm? That we’re going to have a baby!?” I look my girlfriend in the eyes for the first time in 2 days.

“Last night. At the restaurant. You know… for our anniversary?” and I know it’s sick, but I found joy in the way her face dropped and realisation appears behind her eyes.

“Fuck Y/N! I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry I forgot. How did I forget??”

“I don’t know how you forgot Sam. I sent you a text after you left for training. And another during my lunch break at work. And right as I was heading to the restaurant. And I called, got Jessie to remind you too, which I know she did. How the fuck did you forget Sam?” I get up from the bed and approach her.

“I don’t know, I got carried away hanging with Mills and Guro, but for fuck’s sake drop the attitude.”

Dro- drop the attitude!? She cannot be serious.

“What was that?”

“Drop the attitude Y/N. I’m sorry I forgot but the condescending tone is unnecessary, you’ve forgotten shit too.”

“Yeah! I have! Like if it’s my turn to cook dinner or if you have a physio appointment. Not a fucking anniversary Sam!”

“And this isn’t just about the anniversary anymore. I called you four times during work today and you didn’t pick up. You didn’t think calling four times during work meant I might really need to speak to you? Because when I held the hands of a little girl who had to say goodbye to one of her mum’s and the other mum who had to say goodbye to her wife all I could think of was you and you didn’t answer once. And then I see you for the first time in nearly 48 hours and the first thing you wanted to do was yell at me instead of calmly asking? It’s too much.”

I start running my hands through my hair and pacing around the room. This can’t be happening. What the fuck is happening here? Before I can think about much more, I grab my work bag and start packing a uniform and some clothes.

“Wh- what are you doing? Oh come on you’re not leaving over a silly argument.” We’d made our way to the front door by now.

“No! I’m not! I’m leaving because you can’t seem to see why I’m so fucking upset over any of this Sam. And the fact you got so ‘carried away hanging with Millie and Guro’ to forget your 3-year anniversary and just ignore all my calls. I was really excited to share the test with you, have a family, I’m not really sure what to do about that now. Oh, and here, was going to give this to you too.” I slam the small velvet box down on the counter by the door before grabbing my work boots and rushing to my car.

I hear the door slam behind me, but no footsteps follow, so I hop in and drive to Jessie’s apartment once again.

~~~~~

I’m laying between Jessie and Erin, the latter of whom Jessie had begged to come over to try and make me smile after I’d been crying non-stop, when there’s a banging on the door.

“Jessss! I know Y/n’s there please let me talk to her.” The familiar Australian accent makes me tear up again.

Erin gets up instead of Jessie and tells us she’ll handle Sam, send her away somehow.

3rd pov

Erin opens the door to a very dishevelled Sam Kerr, who’s eyes are red, hair a mess, having finally been let out of the low ponytail so she could run hands through it in a panic.

“Ez. What are you doing here? Where’s Jessie, and Y/n?”

“Sorry Sam, Y/n isn’t here. Jess ‘n’ I decided to have a sleepover so she can take me to training tomorrow because my car’s in the shop.”

“Erin come on I’m serious, she wouldn’t go anywhere else except here.”

“I’m sorry mate I haven’t heard from or seen her since our game against Man City when she had the day off.” Sam let’s out an angered sigh but accepts the idea that maybe her girlfriend had run off to one of the other girls, seeing as most of her friends were Sam’s teammates, either from Chelsea or The Matildas.

“Yeah ok, um, let me know if you hear anything yeah? I really need to talk to her.” Sam’s hand shakes as she pats Erin’s shoulder before turning away, getting back into her car to try Kyra’s or Ann-Katrin and Jess’, both friendships that seemed so unlikely to Sam, yet were some of her girlfriend’s closest friends.

1st pov

I let out a breath of relief when Erin returns to us without a certain striker trailing behind her.

“Maybe you should talk to her. She might fucking crash in the state she’s in.” the thought makes me feel bad for a moment, but she shouldn’t be allowed off that easily.

“No, she’s stupid but not that stupid. And she deserves to worry for a moment.” It was probably really mean, but I refuse to believe she doesn’t deserve a taste of her own medicine.

~~~~~

It takes me 2 more days of her calling before I start to really miss Sam, and decide to head back to our apartment just to see if she’s there, because Jessie told me how she hadn’t shown up to training on Yesterday and she wasn’t on the pitch as I watch Chelsea verse West Ham on Jessie’s tv.

As I walk through the door, the only thing I hear are the tiny meows of our cat Helen, who runs up to me to rub against my legs. I missed her.

But then I start to look around and realise what a mess the place is. Beer bottles are spread across every room and there are takeout containers that clearly hadn’t been put away since they arrived, sitting on the coffee table in the lounge room. I walk further down the hall but trip of some random pair of sneakers. No more than two steps after that, glass crunches under my boots and I frown when I see a photo of Sam with the FA Cup I had taken after their win last season. It was my favourite picture of her in her Chelsea kit.

“Sammy?! Where are you?” my voice echoes throughout the space as I creep towards the bedroom.

As I pry open the door, I’m met with a sight that both warms and squeezes my heart. Sam is covered in blankets, snoring softly. Her eyes are puffy and there are both fresh and old tear stains running down her cheeks. She looked strangely angelic, peaceful. Like the girl I’m in love with.

When I pull the blankets back, I see her hugging the teddy I got for her to take on international breaks when I couldn’t make it, doused in my perfume. I’d got it for her on our 6-month anniversary, and it didn’t take her long to buy me one for when she went away. The same one that is currently sitting on our windowsill, seeming very lonely.

She’s dressed in only a sports bra and some checkered boxers she’s been obsessed with sleeping in, but doesn’t seem to have changed in the past 2 days.

Her eyes blink open as I softly shake her away, but once she catches sight of me, she bolts up-right and scrambles to hug me.

“Hey Sammy.” I’m too tired to be angry at her anymore. I just miss her.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so so sorry I was so horrible to you. I don’t deserve to be forgiven but I’ll do anything to prove how sorry I am and how much I love you and this baby.” I then catch a glimpse of a ring, the ring, that is placed perfectly on her ring finger.

“Y- you’re wearing the ring?” and she doesn’t get a chance to reply before I’m kissing her.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you! I’m still mad at how you treated me.” I pull back to tell her before she can reciprocate the kiss.

She doesn’t meet my eyes but nods. “I’m so sorry, I love you so much and I want to show you that and show you how sorry I am.”

“I expect you to get me every single thing I crave in the next nine months and give me cuddles whenever I ask.”

Before she can I agree I add. “And that’s only for not letting me give me whole speech about how much I love you before I propose. There’s a lot more ground to cover for the other shit.” But I smile and kiss her again.

“I would have said yes before you could talk any way. Oh! And I have a surprise for you too. I was going to give it to you on our anniversary too.”

Sam gets up and rushes to the drawers, pulling out a familiar box.

“No fucking way were you going to propose on the same day.” She simply pulls out the ring and holds it out to me.

“Will you be my wife? If you say no I might actually drop dead.” I cry before anything else. But then I catch her looking at me expectantly and I just nod before hugging her tight.

“I can’t wait to have a family with you.” I whisper in her ear.

“I bags being the fun mumma!”

“Nooo way!”

“Yuh huh! You’re going to be the safety conscious one. You literally make me renew my first aid with you every single year. I’m definitely the fun one.” I groan but hug her tight. I don’t know what I’d do without her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“SAM I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU ONCE THIS THING IS OUT OF ME HOW DID YOU CONVINCE ME TO DO THIS!?” I couldn’t tell you how long I’ve been in labour by now, but I’m sure Sam’s hand was about to break and everyone in the building could hear me swearing my head off.

“You’re almost there chickee, just a few more pushes I promse.”

“You said that last time and it was not just a few more pushes!”

Before either of us can say anything else I’m pushing again, and 6 minutes later, a baby’s cries fill the room, and Maeve Wren Kerr-Y/l/n joined her twin sister Charlie May Kerr/Y/l/n in their mothers arms.

When I look over at Sam, she’s smiling adoringly down at Charlie, and I see a tear run down her face.

“You’re so beautiful.” I reach to grab her hand while Maeve sleeps in my arms.

I don’t think I could love anyone, or anything more than I love Sam. In 8 months when we get married, I’ll look her in the eyes as we say ‘I do’ and I’ll know she was always going to be it for me. She’ll always be the one.

#woso x reader #sam kerr x reader #sam kerr #the matildas x reader #woso

[vodika-vibes]

I love your writing. It always leaves me feeling hopeful.

Could you write a story where f!reader doesn't like her body.

I personally dislike my body. My breasts are small and disproportionate, then my butt is flattish. Compared to my mom and sisters I feel unlovable. Doesn't help I've never dated or had anyone interested in me and I'm going on 40.

Sorry that was long. Anyway if you could wrote something with either Fox, Wolffe or Hunter that would be lovely.

Thank you.

You're Perfect

Summary: Wolffe gets home late and finds his mesh’la curled up in bed, upset. And he decides that that’s not going to stand.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x F!Reader

Word Count: 1027

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: That might be the sweetest compliment I've ever been giving. Making people feel hopeful. Gosh, you're so sweet. I'm sorry that you feel that way about yourself, and I hope this story helps you feel a little bit better!

Wolffe pushes his hand through his short hair in annoyance as he irritably punches in the door code for his apartment. He loves his brothers, he does, but sometimes they are the most irritating di’kut to walk on any planet.

Not to mention, they made him late.

He was supposed to be home over an hour ago.

He had a plan. Dinner and dancing with his perfect mesh’la, something to help her get her mind off the hard week that she’s been having at work.

But no. Now it’s not going to happen. All because Sinker decided to push the Corries and got himself thrown into a holding cell.

He should have let him cool his heels there for the night.

The door slides open and Wolffe pushes into the apartment, only to pause when he notes that none of the lights are on. His gaze flickers to the coat rack, taking note that her favorite jacket and her purse are still hanging there. Not to mention all of her shoes are lined up neatly on the shoe rack.

So she is home. Yet all of the lights are off, and there’s no sound indicating that she’s listening to music or watching a show or playing any of her games-

Slowly, Wolffe sits on the bench to pull off his armor, all of his senses turned towards the apartment, searching for any hint of what’s going on. 

Something is clearly wrong.

Maybe she’s upset that he’s home later than he said he would be? If that’s the case then he’s going to beat Sinker black and blue tomorrow.

He finishes pulling off his armor, and stacks it neatly near the door, and then he heads to the gun safe, and he puts his weapons in it, before shutting and locking the door.

Only then does he head further into the apartment. 

“Mesh’la?”

There’s a sniffle from the bedroom, and Wolffe’s gaze snaps to the closed door. He doesn’t even bother knocking on the door, since it’s his room too, and he peers at the large lump under the blanket.

“Mesh’la? 

“There’s no one here but us bedbugs,” Her voice is shaky, as though she’s been crying. 

Wolffe sighs silently, she’s upset. He’s definitely going to beat Sinker black and blue tomorrow. He sits on the edge of the bed and presses his hand against her back, rubbing soothingly as he feels her trembling under his touch, “I’m sorry I’m late, mesh’la. Sinker got arrested, and-”

Slowly the blanket tugs down so she’s able to peer up at him. Her pretty eyes are rimmed with red, and he feels his heart sink. “Sinker got arrested?”

“Yeah, he picked an argument with Thorn and-” Wolffe sighs, “I’m so sorry that I’m late, I know we had plans. I should have commed…I didn’t mean to make you cry-”

She blinks at him, and then hastily wipes her eyes, though that didn’t help. “I…I’m not crying-”

“You are though.” Wolffe replies gently as he brushes a tear off her cheek.

“Oh.” She pauses, and then she leans into his touch, “Not because of you, or Sinker.”

Quickly, Wolffe reassesses the situation, and his eyes narrow, “Someone upset you to the point of tears.”

“It’s…dumb.”

“If they upset you enough that you came home and cried, it’s obviously not.” Wolffe points out, “Come on, mesh’la. What happened?”

She ducks her head, “It’s just…” She pauses, “Someone said something and-”

“What did they say?” He prods gently.

She seems to curl in on herself, “That I’m not pretty enough to land someone who looks like you. That you’re probably only using me because I’m…I’m easy,” She spits out the word like it’s a curse, “That you don’t really love me-”

Wolffe leans in and kisses her to stop the flood of words. “Well, whoever told you that is clearly jealous of how amazing you are.”

“They-”

“Let’s go over this point by point, shall we?” Wolffe interrupts, “You not being pretty enough for me is nonsense, you’re gorgeous, all of the time. About you being easy-” He makes a face, “If you were easy, mesh’la, it wouldn’t have taken me almost a year to convince you to go on a date with me.”

A flush spreads across her face, and Wolffe grins.

“That was a very long, very miserable year for me, Mesh’la. I can’t believe you spent so long running from me.”

“It made sense, at the time.” She mumbles, and Wolffe presses a light kiss to her forehead.

“As for me not loving you,” Wolffe says, “I spent a year trying to make you even look at me. Is my love for you really in doubt here?”

“I’m sorry-”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” He kisses her forehead again, “I would, however, like to know who exactly made you cry.” She shoots him a look, “I just wanna talk to them. Really.”

“Right. Talk.” She scoffs, “Since when is ‘talk’ a euphemism for ‘beat them senseless’?”

“Since always.” Wolffe replies, he slips under the blanket with her and draws her into a tight hug, “But I’m much more concerned about the fact that you seem to believe them.”

“I…well…”

“Yes?”

“I’m not pretty, Wolffe. Not compared to some of the women that your brothers date. I’m just…bleh.”

“You’re not just bleh.” Wolffe corrects, “And the fact that I haven’t managed to convince you of this yet makes me a terrible boyfriend.” He leans in and kisses her gently. “How can I convince you to see yourself like I see you?”

“I…I don’t know.”

Slowly Wolffe kicks the blanket off the bed and rolls so that she’s laying on top of him, “I have a pretty good idea.” He teases with a wicked grin, “I know exactly how to make you see yourself like how I see you.”

She stares down at him, startled, and then a slightly flustered look crosses her face as correctly identifies the look on his face.

“Ah, you’re so cute and I love you so much.” Wolffe says with a boyish, lovesick, grin on his face. 

Somehow, she looks even more flustered, “I love you too.”

#star wars #tcw #commander wolffe x reader #wolffe x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

[peasantexchangeprogram]

helloo since we're on the topic: top historical fiction (or adjacent) ? can be any time period I just really love your taste in shows/games/etc and am always on the lookout for history inspired media !

thank you!!! im rly glad im like. inspiring other ppl to engage w things im insane abt hudofajsdfdassfsad. anyways. i will probably expand that list bc i literally forgot every single thing i ever read. also i havent watched that many movies so far

ancient times: i havent really watched a lot of movies/series set in ancient times so far :(

rome HBO (2005-2007) (tv series) - OF COURSE. i personally think its one of the best series ever made. they combine political, miliatry history with the lives of every day people in an incredible way. they never let you once engage with the series through modern lenses. according to my teacher (a historian, archeologist & self described 'romaphile') its incredibly historically accurate, mostly the clothing, set designs, characterization, military practices, etc. except for the things they straight up made up, of course.

i really enjoyed gladiator (2000), i think its a masterpiece.

prince of egypt (1998) i guess?

all the asterix movies of course, all the animated ones and most of the live actions. but i wouldnt really call it historical fiction

ok i havent actually finished watching it for now but sebastiane (1976) - an erotic, x rated, gay interpretation of the martyrdom of st sebastian. its in latin also.

wait i cant believe i forgor about assassin's creed odyssey - so far the only one ive played. its so fun and incredibly immersive visually. especially pour moi who cries into the pillow about how ill never experience the ancient world. also you can b a faggot which is always fun. i have things to say about their portrayal of same-sex sexuality and slavery in classical greece but i get why they did that considering its supposed to like. appeal to a lot of people, and a more "historically accurate" portrayal (for example of pederasty or how common slavery was etc.) would b v difficult for a lot of their target audience. alas.

medieval and early modern era:

the name of the rose (1986) - my medieval history teacher literally showed us bits of this movie to teach us about monasteries and monks fhdosiasdjasd.

the borgias (2011-2013) - incredibly messy, lots of political intrigue, and so so fun to watch. about the history of the borgia family. filled to the brim with drama.

the three musketeers (1993) - my favorite adaptation, also coincidentally the one i grew up on. casting tim curry as richelieu was genius. he slays so hard.

i also like bbc's the musketeers (2014-2016) - a neat little series. very fun and entertaining to watch.

outlaw king (2018) - like i dont think most ppl heard of this movie. its about robert the bruce's fight to reclaim the throne of scotland. starring chris pine

vikings (2013-2020) - its fun. i havent watched the entire series tho. dont expect anything resembling historical accuracy

the northman (2022) - you will see something resembling historical accuracy

mihai viteazul (michael the brave) (1971) - a fun movie. very much romanian propaganda tho.

1670 (2023-) - such a fun series!!! incredible cast, shows respect to the actual history and the lives of historical people. really cute and funny.

caravaggio (1986) - a biopic about caravaggio.

wait i also forgor about pentiment - an intriguing, immersive, and incredibly beautiful video game! it has a lot of 'the name of the rose' vibes, with it being a medieval murder mystery taking place in a monastery. its incredibly touching and made me cry, and in the last few years i very rarely cry. also im 99% sure its an indie game? go support the creators!

vaguely-medieval/early modern fantasy:

mirror mirror (2012) - a retelling of snow white. a very fun movie imo, with incredible costume design. julia roberts plays the evil queen and she SLAYS. armie hammer is unfortunately in that movie.

stardust (2007) - one of my fave movies growing up. more modern-inspired but still.

the green knight (2021) - controversial i know but i actually loved this movie! i liked it both as a standalone movie but moreso as a 21st century adaptation to sir gawain and the green knight.

galavant (2015-2016) - !!!!!!! one of the most series ever! they manage to tackle such difficult concepts and conversations with a hilarious wit. so fun to watch. i listen to a lot of the songs still, and rewatch every once in a while.

disenchantment (2018-2023) - very fun to watch, especially the first season.

i also really liked the novel uprooted by naomi novik. its a polish-inspired fantasy.

modern era:

killers of the flower moon (2023) - of course. a masterpiece

aferim! (2015) - a romanian movie set in 19th century wallachia, about two officers, a father and son, who were sent by a nobleman to retrieve an escaped enslaved romani man. a lot of the people in the comments were calling the movie humorous and funny, maybe im missing smth (as im watching with subtitles n dont understand the original language) but it was a very difficult watch for me??

the handmaiden (2016) - need i say more

black sails (2014-2017) - a prequel to the famous novel 'treasure island'. not an easy series to watch. incredibly good.

the favourite (2018) - need i say more pt 2

the rabbi's cat (le chat du rabbin) (2011) - animated movie set in early 20th century algeria. a rabbi's cat learns to talk overnight.

the nice guys (2016) - a fun murder mystery set in the 1970s

o brother, where art thou (2000) - a retelling of the odyssey set in the southern us in the 1930s

victor/victoria (1982) - set in early 20th century paris. julie andrews pretends to be a man and takes on a job as a drag queen. extremely fun, extremely gay movie.

lady chatterley's lover (2022) - very much porn for moms but it was a nice watch imo

amulet (2020) - set in like. idk. sometime in the 20th century. this is a horror movie, deals a lot with misogyny, sa, and so on. i really like it, personally. a lot of people, mostly weird men, dont tho.

the great (2020-2023) - i have mixed feelings about this show. on the one hand, its really fun to watch. on the other hand, its basically ofmd for girls who have public mental breakdowns whenever someone claims corsets were oppressive. and theyre so weird about russians, jesus christ.

disses:

domina (2021-) - i just couldnt get into it, esp since i tried right after finishing rome hbo. it was kind of silly, and not in a good way. takes itself wayyyy to seriously.

i didnt like spartacus (2010-2013) - the dialogue was almost grotesque and the editing, especially the transitions, straight up killed me

damsel (2024) - holy fuck what a trainwreck of a movie. absolute waste of angela basset and robin wright. the only good thing were the costumes.

lancelot du lac (1974) - i just didnt like it at all. couldnt get into it. i guess it was way too french and artsy fartsy for me. a movie that was trying to say both too little and too much at the same time.

i didnt rly like bram stoker's dracula (1992) - i mean. it was a fine movie. it was definitely not the godfather. the movie itself was meh. the visuals tho? absolutely stunning

#asks #anon #mine* #slavery ment #sa ment

[rainylana]

“Bad day.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: another bully fic because i’m lowkey obsessed.

warnings: bully eddie, crying, language, requested by @somethingvicked

He pulled her hair, pinched her arm and kicked at her feet, threw her papers in the air and put super glue on her locker combination. He did everything to get her to play back. They played a game, a mean one, one that he looked forward to everyday. It was his only motivation to get up and go to school, really, all because he could pick on you.

He was in denial with his feelings for you. Everyone but him knew that he was smitten with you, but he was simply too cruel with you for you to realize his intentions.

It must had been a bad day, he realized, because you just weren’t playing back and it was pissing him off.

“Yo, Gar’,” Eddie snapped his fingers in his friends face, getting his attention. “You notice anything with L/n? She’s been acting weird today.”

Gareth chuckled, giving dustin a look before he tried to be serious with Eddie. “Who? Your girlfriend? I don’t know, Ed, you tell me.”

He rolled his eyes and payed no mind to him, used to him and everyone else’s jokes they made about the two of you.

“She’s actin’ weird.” He munched on a pretzel, shaking his head.

Eddie had been picking on you since the eighth grade when you’d moved there from California. His friends had asked many times if he’d simply developed a crush on you, to which he always gagged and said you were the ugly duckling of hawkins high.

He saw you across the cafeteria in your own world, sitting amongst your friends and picking at your food.

“Look at her!” He snapped, making everyone jump. “Look at the pathetic way she’s picking at her food! It’s disgusting!”

“Oh, my god,” Mike groaned. “Eddie, maybe she doesn’t want to mess around with you today, ever think about that?”

“Oh come on, don’t be ridiculous,” He scoffed. “She loves the attention. That’s the type of girl she is.”

He shook his head in disbelief and stared at you, crossing his arms in anger. Truth was, deep deep down, he was worried about you. Worried that something had happened. He knew Jason Carver was hitting on you, maybe he’d bothered you today? The idea made his blood boil. You’d had the nerve to ask him why he hated Jason so much, just because he liked to flirt with you. He’d pulled your pigtail so hard you nearly cried.

He decided to take matters into his own hands.

“Oh, boy, there he goes.” Dustin widened his eyes as Eddie stood up and marched over to the your side of the cafeteria,

He plopped down beside you, gaining weird looks from your friends. “Afternoon, ladies,” He winked at them.

You looked up in surprise. “Eddie?” You said in confusion. “What do you want?”

He smirked, lifting his leg to place in your lap. “What did you bring me today? Anything good?” He gestured to your lunchbox.

Your lips twitched down. “Eddie, not today, please.”

He yanked your lunchbox over to him, rivaling through it as he picked out a bag of chips. “I don’t like these kind, but it’ll do, I guess.”

“Good.” You huffed, shoving his leg off you. “Now, please, leave me alone.”

He couldn’t stand you. He thought you were annoying and agitating. Everytime you talked his skin crawled and his ears rang. He thought you were beautiful.

“Hey,” He pulled your ear, making you whine. “What’s up with the fuckin’ attitude today, huh?” He snapped, not caring that he was giving a show to your friends. “You’re acting like a real brat, you know?”

“Eddie, just leave me alone!” You pleaded, finally looking over to him with big eyes, watering eyes.

“No,” He banged his fist. “Tell me why-”

“Fuck you!” You snapped, slamming your lunchbox into his chest as you got up from your seat, the cafeteria dead as everyone watched you leave the room, slamming the door on the way out, leaving a loud echo in your trail.

Eddie groaned loudly in frustration, following you out the door.

“Hey!” He called after you down the hall. “Don’t walk away from me!”

“Fuck you, Eddie!” You turned, eyes bright with tears that made him stop in his tracks. “Stop fucking following me!”

“Don’t talk to me like that.” He said sternly, heavy boots taking long strides to you. “You watch your damn tone, you hear?”

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” You said incredulously.

“I’m not.” He denied in disgust, squinting his eyes. “I think you’re disgusting. I don’t know why I even give you the time of day.”

“Then why do you!” You nearly screamed, tears spilling down your face now. “Why do you torment me every day! I’m sick of it!”

No, you weren’t. You were obsessed with Eddie just as much as he was with you, but you were at your wits end with school and your home life, it all came crashing down. Eddie was just at the receiving end.

“Because you’re a spoiled little brat that needs put in her place.” He spat.

You both panted and huffed, tears falling down your face as you sniffled. Eddie watched you for almost two minutes until he finally sighed.

“Why are you so upset?” He gave in.

You hiccuped, looking up into his eyes. “Bad day.”

He nodded, licking his lips. “Well, don’t take it out on me. I’ll give you your space.”

With that, he turned on his heal and left, leaving you a crying mess.

#lana’s shit post #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson drabbles

[scarredwoods]

Leosagi Beauty and the Beast AU

I few weeks ago I created the idea of a Beauty and the Beast Inspired AU for Leo and Usagi so I shared it on a Discord server I was on. I wasn't planning on doing anything more with it, just sharing it, but a lot of people on the server seemed to enjoy it including @el-pada who created some beautiful artwork for it, so I decided to get out of bed and start writing it.

A few people from the server gave me some ideas and themes to add to the story, so they were definitely a big help in building this story together. Including _Grayson_Robin_ who helped me with any editing, spelling, or mistakes in my writing.

For anyone who doesn't want to read the fanfic on Ao3, here's the entire fic down below

Chapter 1

The day began beautifully with clear skies and the sun shining brightly as children played. Unfortunately, two little boys, a dog and a bear, decided that the best way to spend it was to play keep away with a little girl. a fox half their size. They mocked her relentlessly as they flung her little straw doll between them. Frustrated and desperate for her toy, the girl began to cry and screamed at the boys to return it. That only made them laugh harder as they continued their cruel game.

Finally reaching her breaking point, the girl lunged at the dog's leg, sinking her teeth in it as hard as she could. The boy yelped in pain, dropping to the ground and shaking his leg in a desperate attempt to get her off of him. She finally let go and received a kick on the shoulder for her troubles. The boys were relieved to see no blood coming from the bite mark.

The little girl huffed and went to reach for her doll. But the bear boy was faster and managed to grab the doll before she could.  Angry at the girl for hurting his friend, he took the toy and threw it as far as he could into the deep dark forest. The little fox cried out as she watched her precious doll fly into the air and disappear into the dark abyss. 

“If you don’t go fetch your doll, you’re never going to see it again!” one of the boys said. Without a second of hesitation, the little girl lunged at the dog once more and started beating him to a pulp. As best as she could, anyway. She tried to hit him as hard as she could with her small hands balled up into fists. “Bring her back! Bring her back!” she shouted. The bear had enough of this. He grabbed the fox in an effort to get her away from his friend, but he struggled to pick her up. Even as she was lifted up into the air, she kicked and punched as if her life depended on it. “Put me down! I’ll make you sorry for this!”

It wasn’t until the bear heard the call of a young man that he finally dropped her. “What is the meaning of this?” the young man said. It was another dog, coincidently the older brother of the younger dog that was bitten. 

“He threw my doll into the woods!” the young girl shouted.

“Is this true, brother?” he crossed his arms knowing full well that the little girl was speaking the truth but wanted to hear his brother admit it himself. 

“She bit me!” the little boy showed off his leg with the bite mark still on it. “And then she beat me-”

“Because you took my doll and then he threw it!” she interrupted.

The Young man pinched the bridge of his nose and put a hand up to stop them all from talking. “Alright, alright, that’s enough. I want all three of you to apologize to each other. Preferably closer to the village. None of you should be this far out anyway.”

“But what about my doll?”

“I shall go fetch it for you. Now all of you, back to the village. And I better not catch you all out here again.”

His younger brother was not happy with the order and wrapped his arms around his leg. “But Father said no one is allowed to go deep into the forest alone.”

“It’ll be quick,” he pulled him off his leg and pushed him into the direction of the village. “Besides, how far could you have thrown it? It will only be a moment and then I’ll come right back.”

Once the three children started heading back in the direction of the village, the young man ventured into the dark forest in search of the little girl’s doll. Despite the sun still being out, he felt a chill run through his spine as he ventured deeper into the forest. He started growing concerned when he couldn’t find the toy, creeping farther and farther from the village. “Tsk, where is that doll?” the sound of a branch breaking stunned him. He slowly looked around for the source of the noise. His head sharply turned left as he heard the rustle of bushes. He could faintly see something solid blending in with the green bushes. 

“I mean no harm!” he called out, hoping that whatever person or spirit would leave him alone. “I only wish to find a little girl’s doll! I will leave after my search.”

The bushes rustled again. At the bottom popped out the faint legs of a doll. The man crept closer to it, thinking that the spirits of the forest were giving him back the lost object. Once he was a few feet away, the entity pushed it out more to reveal the toy. Finally, the man crouched down to grab it, but before he could quickly snatch it away, he looked up and focused on the inside of the bush, only for his face to pale. There he saw the face of a ferocious beast! A hideous monster! Now realizing that this was a trap, he released the doll and ran straight to his village screaming in fear. 

—

For many years, a samurai ronin has traveled throughout Japan in a path of purpose and fulfillment. For the purpose he once had, his late master, Lord Mifune had died in a war against the soldiers of Lord Hikiji. Having failed to protect his master, Miyamoto Usagi now wanders the land on a warrior's pilgrimage, continuing to serve him even after death. Occasionally, Usagi would sell his services as a bodyguard to make a living. But he does his best to help those in need, and sometimes those people are generous enough to reward him for his selfless help. 

This day felt like any other. After wandering for what seemed like hours, Usagi finally spotted a village next to a riverbank, where many farmers were seen tending to their crops—finally, a place to rest for a bit before continuing with his travels. He looked in his coin purse and tried to figure out if he should rent a room for the night, or buy something to eat. Perhaps if he asks around, he could find an abandoned temple to sleep in so he could have a warm meal.

As he ventured into the village, he saw everyone running in the same direction. Being the nosy rabbit he is, he couldn’t help but get drawn into the crown and see what was happening. That’s when he heard the shouts of a young man. 

“Monster! Monster! It was horrible! A hideous ferocious beast! It will come feast on this village at nightfall!”

Once again being nosy, Usagi turned to the woman next to him and asked her what the young man was going on about. “Nonsense, if you ask me. The young man over there went too far into the forest and claimed to have seen a beast.”

“It is not nonsense!”  The young man said, “I saw it with my own eyes. It bared its teeth at me, luring me closer to it to have me as its next meal. If I had not run away, I would be good as dead!”

 “Bah! Youngsters these days.” the lady turned to walk back to what she was doing before. 

Despite what the lady thought, everyone else believed the young man and grew concerned for the safety of their village. Usagi watched as the village started going into a state of panic. A man who seemed to be the village’s magistrate stood on a crate and told everyone to quiet down. 

“I know you are all worried for your safety but we must not panic. If this beast knows that we are afraid of it, it will believe it has an advantage over us.” Everyone nodded in agreement as they continued to listen. “Now, if anyone is brave enough, I shall give a reward to whoever volunteers to slay this beast and bring me proof of its death-”

Without hesitation, Usagi raised his hand. “I volunteer to slay the beast!” The moment he heard that there would be a reward for this, all he could think about was getting both a bowl of warm food and a cozy place to sleep in. After sleeping outside in the cold for so many nights, you just become desperate. It didn’t help that he absolutely hated the cold. Besides, after everything Usagi has been through, and all the strange fights he’s gotten into, a so-called beast was nothing new to him. The young man might have misinterpreted a regular animal as the beast because of how dark it was. And if it turned out to be a spirit of some sort, he’d just use any tricks that his old “friend” Sasuke taught him. 

Everyone turned their head to the samurai and cheered. The magistrate stepped off the crate and walked towards the selfless hero. “That is wonderful to hear. If you end up coming back alive, make sure to have evidence of the slain beast.”

“That will not be a problem, I am sure this is something I can easily take care of. Perhaps the woman was right and it might have been something else.” Usagi walked to a stand and decided to buy a small fruit to eat on his way to this so-called beast. 

“Good, good,” he said, “But if you do not end up coming back, we will assume you are dead and will not be able to recover your body.”

The rabbit paused right before he could take a bite from his fruit and stared at the magistrate. “Ah… Okay. I suppose that makes sense. But again, do not worry.” he took a bite from the fruit and continued once he swallowed. “I am not so easily killable. Surely I would end up being able to escape if it ever comes to it.”

“Ha ha! Of course, of course,” he patted, well more like slapped, Usagi’s back in a sort of reassurance way, causing him to drop his fruit but catch it right before it could hit the ground. “Like I said, IF you come back alive, I’ll be sure to have a reward ready for you. Thank you for your brave services, samurai.”

Usagi wasn’t gonna lie, he did feel a little hurt hearing that they had such little faith in him coming back alive. Of course, he’d just have to prove everyone wrong. Was he feeling a little cocky? Maybe. But after everything he’s been through, it’s safe to say this is just another walk in the field.

The young man from earlier stood behind Usagi, shaking with his tail between his legs, at the spot where the doll was thrown from. He dared not step anywhere near the forest until he knew for sure that the threat had been eliminated. All he could do was point in the direction of where he saw the beast. “O-over there. Deep-deeper into the w-woods is where I saw the… the beast.” the last word was said in a whisper, afraid that simply saying the word would anger the monster of the forest. 

“Alright, this shouldn’t take too long.” Usagi began his descent into the forest. “I will be sure to bring back a souvenir on my way back.” was the last thing the young man heard before Usagi was completely swallowed by bushes. He couldn’t believe how confident the samurai sounded as he went on his way to his certain death. 

Usagi did his best to follow the directions he'd been given, but it became increasingly difficult to remember to stay on the path when there wasn't one to begin with. Adding to his frustration were the numerous leaves and branches that seemed determined to smack him every time he tried to push them aside to make his way through. Around the third branch to the face, Usagi finally realized just how dire the situation was. It could’ve been his stomach talking, but entering an unknown part of the forest to confront a beast that could potentially end his life started to sound like a completely idiotic idea. Did it align with his morals and code of honor to help people and prevent harm? Yes, but perhaps he could have entered the danger zone a little more prepared.

He decided to pause and look around. Unfortunately, with everything looking the same, it was safe to say he was lost. Because of that branch, he couldn’t remember which exact direction he just came from. He cursed under his breath and decided to close his eyes for a bit to listen to his surrounding area. Suddenly, a bush rustled right next to him. Usagi wasted no time unsheathing Willow Branch and cut the top of the bush clean off. He held his breath waiting and listening for any other reaction. A tokage scurried out from the bush and paused to look up at the Samurai. Usagi relaxed, he crouched down and sheathed his sword.  

“Hello there, little friend,” he extended his hand to let the reptile smell it. “I apologize for frightening you, I am just a bit on edge.” After the tokage finally licked his hand, Usagi sat down and continued to pet them. “Say, you wouldn’t have happened to see a ferocious beast roaming around, hm? There’s a village around here worried for their own safety.” The tokage could only squeak at the samurai as it rubbed its head on his hand to continue being pet. Usagi smiled and used his non-occupied hand to stroke his chin. “Hmm, that’s what I thought. I suppose it only makes sense that someone as small as you would try to avoid being near anything that could harm you. But some direction would be nice.”

Not wanting to waste any more daylight, Usagi got up and dusted himself off. “Well I best be going, little friend. You are welcome to join me in my small adventure. I could use the company.” He smiled down at the little critter and continued in what he hoped was the direction he was first heading in. 

It only took a moment for Usagi to hear the sound of running water. He grew worried wondering if he accidentally circled back to the village. It would be a pain if he had to go through all those bushes and tree branches again. To his relief, he pushed a leaf to reveal not a village, but an abandoned temple. Separating him from the temple was the river he had heard earlier. 

“Well, this is certainly surprising. I was not expecting a temple so deep into the forest. Did you know this was here, little friend?” Usagi looked down at his new companion, but it was too busy drinking from the river to notice his question. He pouted and placed a hand on his hip. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to ignore someone when they ask you a question?” Finally, the tokage looked up at him but all it could muster was a squeak before it ran back to Usagi to demand more pets. Usagi couldn’t help but smile, he crouched down enough to give it a small pet like it wanted. “Perhaps this beast is hiding in the temple. But how do I cross- Ah!” In the distance, he spots a bridge that is hopefully in good enough condition to bear someone’s weight. “Alright, let’s go. The sooner we get this done, the better.”

As the rabbit tested the bridge to make sure it was stable enough for him to stand on, he was unfortunately unaware of a pair of eyes watching him from the waters. It did its best to watch them from a distance but be close enough to hear his intentions. Right before Usagi leaned over the bridge to look at the river, the owner of the eyes submerged himself into the river and swam away. 

“Wow, this river is filled with so many fish. We should come back later and catch some of them. Maybe I can find someone to prepare them for me. What do you say, little friend?” Usagi turned to look at the tokage but instead watched as it ran towards the temple without him. “Hold on, wait for me!” once he caught up with the tokage, they ended up at the entrance of the temple. It wasn’t very big, but it could certainly have a few rooms in it. It still looked to be in good condition but it was very obvious that it’s been abandoned for a long time. Usagi wondered what had happened to the people who once lived in this temple. And who it was dedicated to. He was pulled from his thoughts by the tokage’s squeak. “You shouldn’t run off on your own like that. What if something happened? But let’s not stay out here much longer. I can feel a chill run up my spine just standing out here.”

The inside was not exactly what Usagi expected. And by that, he meant he expected the place to look run down with broken furniture and ripped walls, filled to the brim with dust and dirt. But surprisingly it looked a little more well-kept. Granted there were still ripped walls and broken furniture, but everything looked organized. There was barely any dust or dirt and there was makeshift furniture around the room. Anything salvageable was put to use and anything wooden that was beyond repair was placed in a corner close to a fire pit. He continued to look around to see that all the rooms were the same as the first; well-kept and tidy. There was only one room he wasn’t able to inspect, only because there was a giant tree that looked to have fallen, blocking the sliding doors and preventing anything or anyone from entering. 

With how well-kept everything is, at first he couldn’t help but wonder if he had stumbled into someone’s home. But despite everything looking neat, there wasn’t exactly anything here that someone would need to continuously live here. Perhaps there was someone who would regularly come and clean the place, unable to let the old temple go to ruin. “Yes, it certainly would be a shame if this temple went to ruin.” He finally left the temple and made his way back to the bridge, the sun already beginning to set casting a golden hue. “Once I finish dealing with this problem, perhaps I can tell the villagers of this temple so that they can restore it. Maybe they can even find out who was worshiped here and build them a new shrine.”

Usagi only made it halfway through the bridge, turning to a complete stop. He stood still, pushing the hilt of his sword up with his thumb, and turning his ears to listen to the surrounding area. Something wasn’t right. The splashes in the river were no longer sounding like the swim of fish. That’s when he heard the sound of a faint growl right underneath him. 

The beast.

A fist punched through the wooden floor bridge underneath him, causing him to almost lose his footing. Usagi quickly regained himself and ran off the bridge, towards the direction of the temple. The attacker jumped out of the water and began to chase. As much as Usagi wanted to turn around to see what was chasing, he knew that stopping for even a moment could end in his demise. He headed straight into the temple and quickly looked around for a place to hide. Luckily he found a table with a torn cloth that he could immediately duck under. He sat still and tried his best to control his breathing, worried that his rapidly breathing heart was going to give him away.

Great, this was just great. Just when he thought there was no beast and that everything was fine, that thing jumped out from the water. It’s fine, everything is going to be fine. He just has to see what he’s dealing with and come up with a plan to bring back its severed head to the villagers. A heavy stomp made it feel like the entire wooden floor shook, making him realize that this would be a big guy. He moved the cloth slightly to peak at the beast and quickly clamped his hand over his mouth to prevent a gasp from escaping. There in the middle of the room was what Usagi could only guess was a Kappa. But it didn’t look like any ordinary kappa. It was a turtle with a bowl on his head, yes, but it was far bigger and bulkier than any other kappa he’d ever seen. Spikes were growing from its shell and had small horns on its head. It looked more like a demon, to be honest. 

Usagi was so confused as his eyes scanned the supposed kappa. It wore a set of hakama pants, torn at the hems. When the beast turned around to scan the area, Usagi spotted a piece of blue cloth wrapped around its arm and… a sword? No, it was two swords. The kappa had its left clawed hand wrapped around them both in a death grip. Looking at the material and patterns, it was without a doubt katana samurai swords.

Upon seeing the swords, Usagi felt rage and anger realizing that this monster must have taken the lives of possibly two samurais, keeping their swords as trophies. It sickened him. The kappa must’ve also taken their clothes as well and wore them to mock them. He refused to let their deaths be in vain. His sword will not be another prize for this beast’s enjoyment. 

The kappa looked around the room to find some sort of clue on the whereabouts of the trespasser. He knew he had to be cautious, knowing that this samurai planned to end his life. He blamed no one but himself. If he hadn’t left the temple, the villagers wouldn’t be fearing for their lives and sending out others to take his. But he’s sure this samurai is going to be like all the other bypassers. All he had to do was scare him enough to send out a message to leave this place alone. Right when he turned to head into the next room, he heard stomping behind him and the next thing he knew, there was a heavy weight on his back. In a state of panic, the Kappa tried to buck off the rabbit, but he held on tight. 

Despite Usagi's plans to jump on the Kappa’s shell and use his sword to pierce through its neck, upon trying to accomplish that, he failed to realize that the spikes on its shell were making it difficult to find a place to hold without hurting his hand. Unfortunately, he was not quick enough, and the kappa managed to reach back and grab his kimono, throwing him to the ground and slamming down his fists, but Usagi rolled away before any contact could be made. He immediately regained his footing and ran into one of the other rooms, the beast chasing right behind him. 

‘Alright, time for plan B,’ he thought to himself. What is plan B you may ask? Well, that’s just facing the monster head-on. If he didn’t time this perfectly he could end up with a missing limb, but he didn’t have many other options at the moment. ‘If I knew I was going to be dealing with Kappa, I would’ve bought a cucumber when I had the chance.’ 

He grabbed a broken chair and threw it behind him. The Kappa paused for a moment and blocked the chair from his face, but that pause was all Usagi needed to take out his sword and lunge at him. However, the kappa was quick as well, grabbing the chair and using the seat to block the blade. He drove the blade deeper into the chair to get it stuck and then threw it across the room. 

Usagi admits that he was a bit stunned to see his sword stuck in a chair fly across the room. That allowed the kappa to grab Usagi by the chest and slam him to the floor, knocking most of the wind out of him. Gasping for air he could barely muster out the words,  “Okay, plan B is not working so well.” 

The beast lowered his head to look straight at the trespasser beneath him and gave a threatening growl. “Take my words as a warning, Samurai,” his voice gruff and hoarse, “Leave and never come back. Tell that village that if I ever see them step foot into my forest again, they will become my next meal.”

After finally gaining some air into his lungs, all Usagi could do was give it a deadpan stare. “Is that all?”

Baffled by his choice of words, he slightly lifted his hand up from his chest. “What do you mean ‘Is that all’? I am telling you that I will kill and eat everyone if you do not leave.”

“No no, I heard you, it’s just,” he sighed, “You would not believe the amount of times I’ve heard that same threat over and over again. And it always ends the same. Me alive with something bad happening to the enemy. Would you like to test your luck?”

“Tsk, you must be the most foolish Samurai I have ever met.”

Usagi couldn’t help but snicker at the remark. “I admit to being a foolish man, yes, but YOU are the foolish one for leaving your weakness so vulnerable.”

The kappa finally took his hand away from the other’s chest. “What?”

Without a minute's notice, Usagi lifted his legs to his chest and kicked the beast’s head with all his strength. The beast fell backward and as a result, a good portion of the water from his bowl fell out. Realizing what his opponent was doing, he pushed himself back up and ran towards the river. Usagi wasted no time to get off the floor and grab his weapon. Which proved to be difficult considering it was still wedged into the chair. He struggled, pulled it, and even wiggled it around until it was finally out and ran back to catch up with the kappa. 

Unfortunately, the kappa already jumped into the river and could be seen swimming away. “Oh great. I was really hoping to avoid the water this time. I should’ve kicked harder.” Much to his dismay, he began to chase after the kappa, staying on land as much as possible.

—

‘Gods that rabbit was crazy.’ The beast thought as he swam down the river. ‘He didn’t even flinch, what was I supposed to do?’ To be honest, this whole thing was completely unexpected. He should’ve known that a guy crazy enough to pretend to have a whole conversation with a tokage would willingly go toe-to-toe with a giant monster. But hopefully, that rabbit won’t be stupid enough to chase him. He didn’t want to leave the temple but from the looks of it, he’ll have no choice but to find a temporary place to stay. It was better than having to deal with any more people-

“Hey come back! I’m not done with you!”

No. 

The Kappa took a glance behind him to see that the rabbit was, in fact, chasing him. And seemed to be getting closer, too. ‘Forget crazy, this guy is insane!’ Instead of swimming faster, he dove under to the bottom and slowly turned around to head in the opposite direction. He needs to find a way to outsmart this guy. But he’s slowly starting to wonder if this guy is too dumb to be outsmarted. He’s unpredictable, that’s for sure. So he needs to be more careful from here on out if he doesn’t want his night to end with his head on a pike. 

Usagi stopped to a halt once he saw the kappa dive under. His grip tightened on his katana as he scanned to the water but the sun had already set at this point and it was much too dark to peer in. That’s when he heard the yips of his little friend barking at the water in the direction that he came from. The kappa was trying to misdirect him.

He quickly made his way to the tokage, “Do you see him, little friend?”

Unfortunately, he stepped a little too close to the edge of the river, and a hand shot out, pulling him into the water. But Usagi wasn’t going to let himself get taken so easily. He dug his hands into the grass and tried to kick the beast away, but the beast kept his hands tight around his ankles, pulling him under ever so slightly. Not enough to make him fully let go and be submerged underwater, but enough that he has to fight for his freedom. Usagi knew full well that the water was a Kappa’s domain where it would have the full advantage, but he needed to take the risks if he were to win this. 

Taking a deep breath, he let go, turned, and slashed at the Kappa's arm that was taking hold of his ankle as he was pulled under. This caused it to let go and allow Usagi to pull himself back onto land. His body felt heavier now that his clothes and fur were wet. He took off his upper layers of clothes, unsheathed his swords, and dove right back into the water. Was this a bad decision? Absolutely. But there he saw the beast in range, licking its wounded arm before being startled at the rabbit coming back into the water.

The kappa couldn’t believe it. Who was this guy? He almost drowned him and then he came back right after escaping!? He just doesn’t quit. Something has to be wrong in his head, why would someone keep putting themselves in danger like this? If fear won’t work on him, then he has no choice but to fight back. The samurai was already charging at him, he was slow, but he made it obvious that he was getting to him one way or another. He was quick to doge his sword, but the rabbit could barely keep himself from getting caught in the kappa’s claws. It didn’t help that every so often he had to come up for air. The kappa grew more and more tired of this game that he had no interest in playing in the first place, so he gained some distance and then swam as fast as he could to slam the samurai into the rocks at the side of the river. 

The impact made Usagi shout out in pain but he closed his mouth as quickly as he opened it and slashed the beast across the face. The beast let go and Usagi continued to slash him until it swimmed a bit away. He tried to go after him again but something prevented him from doing so. Usagi looked down and much to his horror, his pant leg was caught between the rocks. His eyes widened as he pulled and tugged at it but the impact from the collision caused the rocks to pile on the fabric. To his dismay, his tugs became weaker as it was getting harder to hold his breath. 

No no, not like this. He was so close to getting the beast! After everything, were his final moments going to be his drowning dismay? Soon he was having trouble keeping the water out of his mouth. Everything started to feel hazy and foggy. 

Once the Kappa regained himself, he looked over at the samurai and wondered why he wasn’t coming after him again. That’s when he saw him struggling to pull the fabric of his hakama. He was caught and he was having trouble getting himself free. Once he watched him instinctively try to gasp for air, he realized that he was drowning. 

“Shit!” He swam to the samurai, pulled him by the waist to free him from the rocks, and threw him back on land. 

Usagi landed on his chest and desperately gasped for air, coughing out any water that managed to get into his lungs. Thankfully it wasn’t a lot and he managed to recover rather quickly. He looked behind him to see the beast leaving the water. “Hold on,” he breathed in, “Just give me a few minutes and we can continue our duel.” he continued to cough out more water.

“Continue our- Are you insane!? You almost drowned!” The Kappa couldn't decide on whether he should be angry, confused, or concerned.

“Yes, I was fully aware that is the consequence when jumping into a river with a Yokai.” Usagi squeezed his ears to rinse out the water, “Although I was not expecting you to save me. Wasn’t my drowning your end goal of all this?”

“My end goal was to get you to leave! I wanted you to leave terrified and warn the village never to set foot here again, but you are so persistent in killing me, it’s like your fear left out the door along with your common sense. YOU TRIED TO FIGHT ME IN MY OWN HABITAT! And you almost drowned yourself because of that.” He grabbed him by the shoulder and roughly pulled him forward to face level. “No more other warnings. Leave this place, and tell everyone to never come here again. This is MY home. MY territory. And if I see anyone here again, I will not show mercy and kill them on sight.”

Living the life of Miyamoto Usagi, threats like these are nothing new. It’s something that he hears constantly and over time grew numb to it. That’s why he’s like this. Because these words are nothing new. Every other day there’s someone always threatening his life. But with those other guys, he can at least tell they’re genuine. But at this moment, he couldn’t help but carefully listen to the kappa’s words and hear how hesitant he sounded with his threats. Sure hearing threats were nothing new but at least those were genuine. Those people actually had the means to kill him. Not to mention he’s encountered other kappa before. None of them have ever acted the same way this one does. They never hesitated one bit to strike at him and they never once tried to stop him from getting drowned. Yet this one saved him. It had a way to get rid of him for good and it saved him. That’s when something clicked. 

“You know… I’ve met many yokai before, yet none of them have ever acted like you.”

“You better choose your next words carefully.”

But he didn’t. He said his next words calm, plain, and simple. “You’re bluffing.”

The beast’s eyes widened. “How dare yo-”

“If you wanted me dead, you would have let me drown. What’s stopping you from ending me right at this moment? You want me to deliver a message to the village? You can simply do that by rolling my cold body in front of them and telling them to never come near here.” Usagi watched as the kappa’s face twitched, struggling to keep the snarl on its face. “You do not want me dead. And frankly, I’m curious to know why. I mean, not only do you not act like a kappa, but you also don’t look like one. The only thing giving you a similarity to them is the bowl on your head and the fact that you’re a turtle.”

The kappa huffed through his nostrils and let the samurai go. He stood up and sighed, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and pointer finger. “Fine. You caught me. I don’t want to kill you. I don’t want to kill anyone, for that matter.”

Usagi didn’t know why but it felt so strange hearing that. He’s been in danger so many times, it was hard to hear that someone as monstrous-looking as him never had the intention of killing him in the first place. Then he looked down at the monster's left hip and saw the two swords that he had from the beginning.  “Then what about those swords attached to your hip? Those are samurai swords. Did you kill one and keep them as a trophy?”

The Kappa looked at the swords and placed his left hand on one of the handles. He squeezed and closed his eyes. “No. I never killed a samurai for their sword. Anyone I have ever killed died with their belongings. To take one’s weapon after death is dishonorable. These twin katanas are mine. I made them with my own two hands with my father and they have been by my side ever since.”

While Usagi was relieved to hear that no samurai were killed and had their swords taken from them, he was confused about why a kappa would need a sword. He wasn’t even using it during their battle. 

“And you are correct. I don’t act or look like a normal kappa. That’s because I’m not. Nor am I a samurai. I’m a ninja. Or was one, at least. I…” He turned to look at the river. “I haven’t been a ninja for quite some time now. It pains me to carry these swords, knowing I will never be able to use them again.”

The kappa didn’t have to say it, but Usagi could already gather what was happening. He was cursed, and this is not what he’s supposed to look like. “What happened to you?”

He took a deep breath and let it out. This has been the longest conversation he’s ever had with someone in a long time. He turned to face back at the rabbit. “Would you like to know over a cup of tea?”

#miyamoto usagi #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #usagi yojimbo #leosagi #fanfiction #leonardo tmnt #tmnt leo #usagi yojimbo au #beauty and the beast au #katanashipping #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

[sugawarassoulmate]

thinking about best friend!iwaizumi 😚

when iwaizumi’s phone buzzed the first time, he ignored it and kept playing his game. he had matsukawa, hanamaki, and oikawa on a voice chat—all of them yelling over the other while they played fifa. 

his eyes looked over at his phone when it buzzed a second time and that’s when he noticed your name flash across the screen. he was quick to answer you while his friends continued to bicker, thankful they couldn’t see the smile on his face as he thought about you.

from: dumbass🙄💙: i need a man’s opinion…

iwaizumi rolled his eyes, wondering what stupid question you had in mind. still, he didn’t hesitate to write a response.

to: dumbass🙄💙: am i the only man u know?

he’s about to put his phone back down when you text back immediately. 

from: dumbass🙄💙: i don’t think you’d want me to ask oikawa 🥴

well, you’re not wrong about that and now iwaizumi’s interest is piqued.

to: dumbass🙄💙: ok fine. but im playing fifa with the boys so i might not respond quick

from: dumbass🙄💙: ok i just need to know if i should post this photo or not 😅

that’s what your dire situation is? you need iwaizumi to pick between the probably dozens of photos you took today? he sets his phone back on his nightstand and turns his attention back to the boys, who finally started arguing and settled on a match.

iwaizumi’s phone buzzes again but he ignores it for a few moments while the four of them play. it takes less than ten minutes for oikawa to pause the game again, sparking even more arguments between the boys. feeling annoyed, iwaizumi reaches for his phone again and swipes open your message.

what he sees nearly makes him drop his phone.

it was a photo—you’re kneeling in front of the mirror in your bedroom, wearing the tiniest bikini iwaizumi’s ever seen. part of your face is covered from your cellphone taking the photo, but you’re leaning in, pushing your cleavage out.

“fuck…” he grunted under his breath, freezing when he thought his friends might have heard, but the screaming never stopped. taking another deep breath, iwaizumi finds the courage to text back.

to: dumbass🙄💙: did u mean to send that?

from: dumbass🙄💙: of course i did, dummy!!! should i post it on my story?

to: dumbass🙄💙: don’t u think its a little much?

it’s not enough if he’s being honest. iwaizumi wants to see more. he’s seen you naked a bunch of times—like when you were too drunk to go back to your place and you crashed in his apartment. he’d find you pajamas to change into and before he could be a gentleman and turn around, you’re already stripping in front of him, giggling at the deep blush spreading across his face.

from: dumbass🙄💙: i’m putting it on my close friends. this is what young people call a thirst trap, haji 😌

to: dumbass🙄💙: uhhuh 🙄 and ur trapping who?

from: dumbass🙄💙: my ex 😅😅😅

from: dumbass🙄💙:  he keeps looking at my story so i’m showing him what he’s missing out on 

iwaizumi’s completely checked out of whatever oikawa and hanamaki are yelling about now, not even hearing matsukawa laughing in the background either. he remembers when you and your loser ex broke up a few weeks ago. iwaizumi came over as soon as you called, you climbed into his lap and cried.

it was hard to be sympathetic considering this was the third time it happened, but it was even harder for iwaizumi to turn you away. he’d hold you in his arms until you’d stop crying, let you pick whatever movie you wanted to watch to calm you down, and he’d even let you kiss him.

each time you got your heart broken by some idiot who didn’t deserve your time, iwaizumi let you take your frustrations out on him. kissing and grinding against him. he used to stop you before the two of you could go too far, but eventually he found himself bouncing you in his lap, you crying out his name when you came around his cock.

but after a few days, you and your boyfriend made up. iwaizumi stopped convincing you to leave him for good. instead, he’d bide his time until you came crying to him again and, of course, he’d never turn you away.

the chime on his phone brings his attention back to you.

from: dumbass🙄💙: wait i have a better idea!! take some pictures with me? 🥺

from: dumbass🙄💙: that’ll really get his attention

iwaizumi’s not stupid, he knows when he’s being used. but you’re his best friend and you need him. his cock definitely isn’t twitching at the thought of pushing your bikini bottom to the side and fucking you dumb on your bedroom floor. you’d let him too. just so you could cry out about how big his cock was how none of your other boyfriends could make you cum so hard.

he leaves the voice chat without letting anyone else know, though he wouldn’t be surprised if any of them noticed. iwaizumi quickly taps out a response before grabbing his shoes and heading out the door.

©sugawarassoulmate 2022 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime smut #hajime iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #best friend!iwaizumi #haikyuu x reader #haikyu smut #haikyu x reader #🍑 #🍑iwaizumi

[thatlovinfeelin]

Where Do You Go? | two | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Your husband died in a training accident, unexpectedly. So what happens when you find yourself leaning on his best friend and wingman, Rooster Bradshaw?

Part One

For the second time in two weeks, someone knocked on your door. Today you really didn’t want to see anyone. It was your wedding anniversary. Today, instead of being sad, you were angry. The kind of deep anger that just seemed to keep boiling under the surface, waiting to burst free. 

Rooster once again stood on the other side of the door, pizza boxes in hand. He gave you a small smile when you opened the door, which quickly dropped when he saw your face. He started to regret just showing up at your doorstep for a second time. 

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, shifting on your feet, “With pizza?”

“I just-” He took a deep breath, “I didn’t think you needed to be alone today, and I figured you wouldn’t ask anyone to come over. I also figured that you probably haven’t eaten anything, so I brought dinner.”

“Why are you really here?” 

He sighed, shoulders dropping, “Because I promised him I would take care of you if anything happened, and so far I’ve failed him.”

It was your turn to sigh. You weren’t the only one who grieved the loss of your husband, you knew that. But sometimes it was just easier to act like you were the only one who missed him. You lived with him and loved him and planned on having his children and spending the rest of your life with him. But Rooster was like his brother. His grief might be different from yours, but he was still grieving too. 

“You can come in,” You step back, opening the door for him, “I was going to watch a movie to try to take my mind off of things. Just hadn’t picked one out yet.”

He followed you to the living room. You spent many nights here with Rooster and Kurtis. Kurt would have Rooster over for dinner at least once a month. You’d have game nights together. You couldn’t count the amount of times the two men made you laugh so hard that you cried.

The house seemed so full of light and life then, now it just feels dark and cold.

“There are a bunch of movies under the tv,” You told him, pointing to the entertainment center, “You can pick one. I’d probably end up playing his favorite and crying the whole time.”

He nods, reaching the entertainment center. You don’t look back as you grab the plates out of one of the cabinets, catching a glimpse of your small tattoo on your wrist as you did. You had matching ones with Kurtis, got them the day you were married. It was his idea to get them during the reception, a simple fine line tattoo consisting of your wedding date. 

Now it was the worst kind of reminder.

Part of you just wants to scrub it off, if only you could. You wouldn’t have it removed though, not when it’s one of the only things left to tie you to him. One of the only reminders that he was real, and alive, and loved you. 

Rooster fell asleep during the movie, so did you. You dreamed of your wedding, the beautiful white dress that still hangs in the back of your closet, and the flowers, and the way Kurtis looked at you all day. It was the perfect day with the perfect man. You loved him with all of your heart, and you thought nothing would ever really separate the two of you. You never thought death would actually come. 

Rooster woke to the sound of glass smashing and breaking. He shot straight up, eyes needing to adjust to the now dark living room. He heard you grunt before more smashing. He lept to his feet, rushing towards the hall. 

You let out a small scream before ripping another picture off of the wall and throwing it at the floor, causing the frame to break and glass to spray everywhere. Shards were stuck in your feet and legs. You didn’t seem to notice though, not as you threw another picture down at the floor. 

Bradley tried to make his way towards you, glass crunching under his feet. You fought against his hold, trying to break free. Sobs fell from your lips as more glass lodged into your skin. 

“Hey hush,” He tried to soothe you, holding you tightly, “I’ve got you. Okay? Just calm down.”

“He’s gone,” You cried, arms still flailing, “He’s gone and I can’t…I can’t do this without him.”

Rooster’s body went cold before he picked you up in one swift motion. He didn’t say anything as he carried you to the bathroom and set you on the counter. You kept crying, unable to stop. 

This was the first time you really allowed yourself to feel the loss of your husband. You could finally feel the anger and the complete emptiness that seems to be taking over your entire body. You wanted to hit something-anything really. You wanted to feel the pain. 

Maybe that’s why the glass didn’t bother you the way it should. Somehow, you liked the sting, because it gave you something else to focus on. Something other than the pain of losing him.

“I gotta get the glass out,” Rooster said softly, digging in the cabinet for the first aid kit that Kurtis always kept around, “It’s gonna hurt.”

“I don’t care.”

Your voice was deadpan, cold and empty. It made Rooster worry, and he wasn’t one to worry all that much. He was careful, yes, and maybe cautious, but that was the extent of it. 

He sighed and reached for a pair of tweezers in the box, deciding to start with the larger pieces of glass. He had a bottle of rubbing alcohol next to him, ready to clean your wounds. Your heart ached because of how gentle he was being with you. 

“Why was it him?” 

He shook his head, “I don’t know. It could have been any of us.”

“Did he say anything?”

“Only that he loved you,” He replied, pulling out another chunk of glass, “That was the last thing he said, he wanted me to tell you that he loved you.”

You could hardly breathe. His last words were for you, and only you. He loved you, and he died with that on his lips. Nothing else. It hurt. Was he scared? God, you hoped he didn’t die scared. For weeks you’ve had the same nightmare about the accident, and how scared he must have been.

“He didn’t deserve it,” Rooster explained, “He was a good man, one of the best.”

When you didn’t say anything, Rooster went back to work on your legs. They weren’t too bad, but some of the cuts might scar a little. He didn’t think they would be bad though, nothing like his own scars. He always swore his scars were the worst part of himself, but you always said the opposite. You made him feel like he was worth more than he saw. 

“This is going to sting a bit,” He told you, looking up briefly, “I need to clean them out.”

You flinched a little but didn’t otherwise move. Rooster wished he could get through to you. He wished there was something he could do to fix the ache in your chest. He watched his mom go through this, but was never sure if it was made better or worse because she had him. You were doing this alone though. You had no one on your side, no one with you day in and day out.

He could be that for you. If it meant that you would be okay, he would be there for you. He would keep his promise to Kurtis. The promise he made on this day all of those years ago. He promised if anything ever happened, he would take care of you. So far, he failed in his promise. He wouldn’t keep doing that. 

“My mom had me,” he explained, “Maybe I made it easier, maybe I made it harder. But she had me, and you don’t have anyone here for you. So, from now on, you have me too. You get me? I’m here.”

“I should have him here.”

He nodded slowly, “You should. But I promise you, I’ll do the best I can.”

#bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #rooster fanfic #rooster top gun #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw fluff #rooster bradshaw imagine #rooster bradshaw fanfic #rooster bradshaw fic #top gun imagine #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #top gun #roosterxwidow!reader

[sylvies-chen]

okay I’ve refrained from posting my thoughts on the ted lasso finale until now in the interest of making sure they’re expressed properly so that people understand how correct my opinions actually are. but I’m here and I’m queer and LET’S DO IT FOLKS:

TED LASSO FINALE THOUGHTS

THE GOOD:

Nate!! Nate was a timid, sweet note in this episode. It was such a gentle little reintegration of his character back into the team and seeing him get a secure happy ending after all that time of insecurity was the part of the episode that provided the MOST payoff. Seeing Nick Mohammed’s post about Nate and his family life and understanding how much he put into that character was so beautiful to see too. I adore actors who very publicly (and in a nerdy way) love their craft!

His conversation with Ted also made me cry like I have never cried before.

COLIN KISSED HIS FELLA AFTER A WIN!! Ugh such a beautiful payoff and full circle moment for him, I was truly squealing with joy <3

The team’s rendition of So Long, Farewell had me GIGGLINGGG oh my god, I’m a die hard Sound of Music fan so I loved it! I would have maybe liked a little more emotion from Ted, I felt like his reaction was kind of… meh? meek? but other than that the song itself was FANTASTIC.

Obviously I love that they won the game, duh

They also had a lot of really amazing and thoughtful callbacks in this episode, like Keeley’s parallel to her entrance in the pilot was great, Ted’s bbq sauce mantra, Nate leaping into Ted’s arms, the ussie guy, the winning play being the play from season 1. All of those little moments showed a strong attention to detail I truly loved.

I love that Rupert made HIMSELF unlikeable in the end. Rebecca didn’t need to ruin his life; she stopped caring and soon saw he was doing a perfectly fine job of doing it himself. Karma truly is Rebecca Welton’s boyfriend!! Or is it?

Jake the motherfucking client seducer over here turning out to be a total dud like yesss!! I don’t want Ted and Michele back together by any means but fuck that guy lol, glad to see she and Henry were getting sick of him

BELIEVE. 😭

Which leads me to…

THE BAD:

I know you all know I ship Tedbecca, but this is truly not coming from a shipper standpoint when I say that that first scene of them was absolute BAIT. It was pretty disappointing because I know Ted Lasso’s been prone to red herrings and fakeouts every now and then but I didn’t take it as a show that would truly bait their fans with something like that??

I don’t care if I’m biased, I don’t care if the writers were trying to be avant-garde with their ending for rebecca, I’ll say what I’m about to say a million times: writing off 1 of your 2 most main characters into a happy ending with a man whose name the audience doesn’t even know is literally never a good writing decision. I think this should be obvious.

I have no hate to Boat Guy, Rebecca’s whole thing with him was basically the plot of Before Sunrise + Before Sunset (all hail Richard Lanklater) if someone watched those movies and then tried condensing them into fifteen accumulated minutes of television

Keeley, Roy, Jamie… they did you three so fucking dirty my babes. Keeley you especially. I’m beyond disappointed, bordering on genuinely hurt, by how much they screwed up Keeley and all of her adjacent storylines this season.

I loved RoyKeeley so much in seasons 1 and 2, they had such a sweetness and a magic to them. There were so many elements like that to season 1 and 2 that I feel the writers gave up on in the name of growth or… honestly, at this point, I don’t know why they did this. Roy was a little insecure in seasons 1 and 2, but I never felt like he was needy. It felt so cruel to have shown us RoyKeeley in all of these moments of such stability, such healthiness, and such genuine love for so long and then rip it away for some version of Roy Kent that felt hollow, twisted, and who just Did Not Get It. It makes me so sad.

It makes me sad for Jamie too. Him falling for Keeley again was like the last thing I needed to see from his character. There’s so much else they could have done with him, and instead they took that beautiful moment of him being accountable and respectful with Keeley and the tape, and they turned it into something ugly: they had him weaponize it as a bargaining chip against Roy.

I don’t understand why they thought having our favs engaged in this very sexist outdated convo with such possessive language in the name of comedy was a good idea. I get it was poking fun at them but it was the kind of fun that shouldn’t have to be poked at by now. They’re not these men, I don’t recognize this version of them. It’s such a regression.

speaking of weird and uncomfortable shit being played off for laughs… beard and jane got married! ted wasn’t even there! she shredded his passport to keep him in captivity! how creepy! (see the joke is that they’re crazy and do toxic things to each other. you’re supposed to laugh.)

#ted lasso #abby meta #roykeeley #roy kent #jamie tartt #keeley jones #tedbecca #rebecca welton

[sadhornyygirl]

Kinktober

 Day 24: phone sex (ghostface)

 I was cleaning my grandmother's house, listening to old songs on my walking man, dancing and doing my guitar broom, when the phone rang,

 -Walkers' residence

 - hello,

 

 -who is it?,

 -I'm a little shy,

-Okay, do you want to leave a message,

 -no but I have a question

 -he speaks,

 - what is your favorite horror film? Is there one in particular?

 So you hung up, already getting irritated by that stupid joke and a little scared too.

 A few minutes later, the phone rings again

 -Don't hang up, he said. You started to cry.

 - what do you want from me? You shouted into the phone.

  - Just to play a little game, he said.

  -I'm going to call the police," you said.

 

  -No, you won't, because you won't hang up the phone again, and you know you're loving the game, he shouted from his side of the phone.

 

  You cried even more.

 

  - What is your favorite scary movie? Ask again

 -well, there's the film, the illuminated

 -What is the name of the little boy in the film?

 - Danny

 -Very well, now sit on the sofa, he says.

- You alone. And in fear, he soon obeyed him.

  

 

  -Your fear is sexy as hell, he said.

  -"I know this pussy is wet for me, he moaned. And he was right.

 

  -No," you said.

 

  -Yes, yeah, I see you rubbing your thighs, he said. This made you explode, take off your pants, fall to the floor, and start rubbing your clit.

 

  -Open your legs wider, he groaned. You spread your legs as wide as you could. Showing off your pussy to him as he watched where you were hiding.

 

  -fuck" he moaned.

 

  - Finger yourself, he ordered. And you listened immediately and started fingering yourself. He could hear how wet you were. The sounds of your wet pussy echo on the phone as you move your fingers. You thrust them in so hard, imagining the stranger's dick, that the sound of him jerking off only turns you on more and more. Arching his back as you cum. And he grunts loudly into the phone while making a big mess in his hands.

  -It was great to have fun with you, little bitch. And he hangs up the phone, leaving you on the couch with cum dripping from your pussy.

#slasher smut #scream smut #billy loomis smut #scream #halloween #billy loomis x reader #friday the 13th #michael myers smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #ghost face smut #ghostface

[thegreencanary]

Let’s play a game…

Based on this request!

Okay so this request gave me ‘Scream’ vibes so hard so it’s basically gonna be that but Billy comes in to fuck up the bad guy. I’m not using Ghost Face specifically but you get the picture.

Summary: Someone is in your house, you don’t feel a safe so you call your safety net.

TW: Fighting, Stalking, Stabbing, Cursing, Crying, mentions of Smut but no actual smut. MINORS DNI SHOO. SHOOOOOOO

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

Slowly working through my requests! I have a few to get to still but I’m okay with taking on more! It’s just gonna be a few days until I finish them all.

“They’re hereeeee…”

Why you decided to stay home and watch a horror movie by yourself on a Saturday night instead of going to Tina’s party was beyond you. Billy really wanted you to go but you just had a bad feeling so you decided to stay home. That was the first dumb idea, Poltergeist was the second. The third was telling your parents to spend the weekend in Tahoe instead of coming home that night. So, count them; home alone, scared shitless and no one was coming back. The phone rang and you jumped slightly, mentally smacking yourself for being such a scaredy cat.

“Y/L/N residence.”

“Hey baby.”

“Billy! How’s the party?? Did you sneak off into someone’s room? It sounds quiet.”

He didn’t usually call you during parties if you weren’t there. You trusted him, despite what everyone tried to make you think. The stories of girls hanging on him while you were gone didn’t upset you. You knew Billy, really knew him. You knew the real reason he was in the hospital for so long after the mall burned down. You knew the fights he got in weren’t usually at school, but at home. You knew how deep his blue eyes went when he cried, so yeah; you trusted Billy Hargrove.

“Cops crashed the party. I’m home now, but maybe I should listen to your gut feelings a bit more.”

You smiled softly, he was home safe. That was always a worry if you two were apart and you knew he was going out drinking.

“Ehhh I don’t know. I still feel like something is wrong so maybe I’m just paranoid.”

“You and me both baby. Want me to come over and calm you down?”

You blushed. He wasn’t being innocent and you knew that.

“Billy I can barely walk from yesterday. Plus if you give me anymore hickies people will think I have a rare skin disease.”

You heard his deep snicker on the other line.

“What can I say, people need to know you’re mine. I love marking that perfect skin with my—“

“GOODBYE BILLY!”

You hung up before he could get descriptive. He had a way of talking you into phone sex which would turn into him driving the 10 minute drive to your house in 3 minutes; only to absolutely destroy you when he burst through the door.

His phone call did calm you down though, enough for torture yourself with the rest of the movie. Grabbing some chips and a water you sat and refocused on the movie. You were a lot further into it when the phone rang again, it was late enough that Billy was really the only one who should be calling.

“Billy?”

“Not this time.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry. This is the Y/L/N residence. How can I help?”

“Just wondering why you weren’t at Tina’s tonight?”

That was odd. No one really noticed if people didn’t show up to parties. The voice sounded weird over the phone and something wasn’t sitting right in your mind.

“Just didn’t feel well…who is this?”

“A friend.”

“All of my friends do tend to have names sooooo….”

“Do all of them get to see you in those skimpy blue pajamas?”

Dread. Absolute dread, whoever was calling you could see you. Immediately you mentally checked if you’d locked all the doors, and you did…right?

“Come on, let’s play a fun game. If you can find me, I’ll give you a 10 second head start before I kill you.”

You immediately hung up the phone. This wasn’t funny if someone was pulling a prank. The Upside Down caused enough trauma… luckily Steve had become a close friend and he left his special baseball bat with nails in your house. You grabbed the phone and dialed one number before you went to go find it.

The phone rang…and rang…and rang…

“Y/N it better be you and you better have a good re-“

“Someone is in or around my house and they’re going to try and kill me.”

Billy was quiet for a few moments. That would definitely fall under a good reason. You two had promises to each other that you’d never joke about something like this. Any life or death situation was too familiar to be pranked about.

“Find a place to hide, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Baby no. Just call the police. Please. Honestly I should have first but I’m so scared I just needed to hear your voice. I’ll call them after this. Please don’t do anything Stu—hello? Billy?”

The line went dead. You knew he was going to come now, he was probably freaking out in his room. You just prayed he called the cops first. You mentally hit yourself for not doing that first. Slowly you made your way to the garage, maybe you could just run out. The baseball bat was in there too, if you couldn’t. Gently opening the door you didn’t want to turn the light on so you slowly scuffled around the garage. The bat was close, you remember your dad being extremely confused why Steve left it with you and setting it by the door so it didn’t pop any of the cars tires on accident. You felt the hilt but that’s when someone else turned on the light.

“So you did want to play after all.”

You tried to grip the bat but you were squatted and the freak was standing, they kicked you back and grabbed the bat you were going for.

“Handy little tool for me, but a promise is a promise. You have 10 seconds.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I told you, I think you’re just my type, bitch. Now you have 5 seconds.”

Fuck. You took off into the house. Running outside seemed dumb. You didn’t know what kind of weapons the killer had and you had to know your own house better than them.

5

You opened and shut a few doors trying to throw off the killer.

4

You tried to quietly sprint up the stairs

3

Under the bed was too obvious

2

So was the closet

1

Fuck

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Billy killed his engine a few houses down from yours. The last thing he wanted was for you to think it was safe and run to meet him, only for the sick bastard to kill you. He wore as much black as he could, trying to blend in with the night so he wouldn’t be spotted immediately. Stealth was his only option. He called the police but you both lived far enough away it would still take 15 - 30 minutes that you might not have had.

Billy tried to calm himself on the walk up, you were smart and resourceful, he’d seen you survive the craziest shit. You were gonna be okay when he got there. He approached your house, all the outside lights were off which helped him but also worried him. The sight he was greeted with washed over him with a wave of relief, with an ounce of worry coming back. The killer must have been inside or you were just fucking crazy.

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You clung to the side of your house for dear life. Billy had alway bitched about how he couldn’t climb into your window because there was nowhere to hold onto. Having trouble finding a hiding spot from the psycho you jumped out your window and closed it before he could find you. But now you were putting your weight on a gutter that was probably going to fall at any moment. Dropping from a second story didn’t seem like a great option, but neither did dying.

You almost cried out in relief when you saw a dark figure approaching your house. Normally it would scare the shit out of you because it looked like a burglar but when he removed his black hood, the blonde mullet brought a tear to your eye. He quietly walked over to you and stood under you. He wanted to catch you.

“No! I’ll break us both. Did you call the cops??”

You were whisper shouting at him. He just nodded and motioned for you to come down. Billy was strong, really strong, and he was a lot smarter than he lead on; but you still didn’t want to drop a whole story into his arms.

“No! I’ll just—“

“Gotcha”

The killer pulled you inside and threw you against the wall. The scream died in your throat and You hit your head pretty hard, and it shut you up pretty quickly.

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The psycho grabbed your arm and you screamed as he pulled you back inside. Billy ran to the front door, of course it was locked. He kicked the flower pot that had your spare key and grabbed it. Opening it up, the house was eerily quiet. He’d hoped to had heard you screaming for help but it was just…nothing.

Going to the kitchen he grabbed a knife in one hand and had brass knuckles on the other. Billy slowly and quietly stalked up the stairs, he heard muffled noises coming from your room, and he waited for the right moment.

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“What the hell do you want?”

You groaned from the floor. Running your hand through your hair there was no blood which was good. You probably had a concussion because you felt nauseous but you kept it in.

The killer was wearing a hockey mask which was super original. Now that you had to sit and look you rolled your eyes. You survived demon bats, dogs and demigorgons just to die by a cliché dumbass.

“You need to be put in your place.”

He removed his mask and a different level of fear gripped your. Adam Murray. You’d visited him, and a few more convicted serial killers in Michigan City, Indiana. Your college psych class visited the mental institution and Adam took a special liking to you. You remember calling Billy about it and how uncomfortable it made you, but that was almost a year ago.

“…Mr. Murray… please.”

Adam smirked and swung the bat. You dodged it and thanked God for Steve putting so main nails in it. The bat stuck to the wall and it gave you enough time to move. Touching the door you thought you’d get out but a body tackled you to the floor. You felt a pinch in your arm but there was too much adrenaline for you to focus on it. Adam was on you but in the next second he wasn’t.

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Billy threw open the door when he heard a thud. He saw some older guy on you and everything went black. You’d helped him with his anger blackouts a lot. He’d even gotten close with Max because he was just doing better as a person; but this brought out the old Billy. He could see what he was doing, but it was as if he was outside of his body. Kicking the man off you, Billy kept him on the floor by kicking his face again. Dropping to his knees, he discarded the knife and started punching with the brass knuckles. Blood was covering his hands and he laid into the man’s face. Your scream brought him back. You were a lot closer than he thought you would be.

Billy stopped his assault to feel you wrapping him in a tight embrace. He originally thought it was to stop him from killing the man, but when he shifted he saw that the guy had grabbed the knife Billy brought in. He was going to stab Billy but you took the blown. The knife was sticking out of your forearm. It had gone all the way through, and it almost got to Billy too. He gave one more strong ass punch which rendered the man unconscious. You fell down, trying not to move the knife. Past experiences made both you and him aware that you needed to leave the knife in until paramedics arrived.

Gently picking you up, Billy carried you outside to the steps. He sat down with you in his lap and he gently pet your hair.

“Thank you for calling me.”

You chuckled weakly.

“I think my shoulder is broken too, but you saved my fucking life.”

You tried to lean up to kiss him, but graciously he met you 1/2 way.

“I’ll always be here when you call.”

The lights and sirens of the police cars came in to view. The sound got louder as you clung tighter to your boyfriend.

“I….I love you Billy. I know we said we’d wait until all the stuff from the Upside Down was done and there was no drama in our lives. I know this is drama and you probably think I’m high in adrenaline but I-“

Billy cut you off with another kiss. This one was much deeper. His tongue explored your mouth like he had all the time in the world. He finally pulled away when he heard cars pull into your driveway.

“I love you too.”

He stood, with you in his arms, and carried you to the ambulance. Filling in the cops on what happened, a few went in to re-arrest the escaped mental patient. Billy stayed with you the whole way to the hospital, it was his turn to help you recover; and he was going to show you just how much he loved you while doing it.

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A/N: The end! Thanks for reading! Again, this is my work and I don’t allow anyone to copy or use this as their own writing. Feel free to submit some requests! Please interact! ❤️🖤❤️

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Gaming Addict

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Summary: Reader has been gaming none stop and Wanda is fed up by it

Pairing: Wanda x reader

Word Count: 725

Warnings: Reader being addicted to gaming, Talks of violence, Talks of Arthur Morgan’s death for all my rdr fans 

A/N: I got inspired after my mom took my ps5 and told me to go outside since all I do is play on it. 

“Y/N, you’ve been playing all day, at least get off to take a walk or something, Steve is already mad at you for missing training” she ranted on as she stood in front of the tv, blocking the screen. You looked around Wanda to make sure you were still alive and kind of zoned out.

“Come on, Wanda” you whined, “I’m doing a mission” you were talking about gta. Wanda didn’t understand why you liked it so much. She always cringed as she watched you drive around like a crazy person running everyone that was in your way over.

“I swear you’ve been playing this for the past two weeks,” she mumbled as she watched you now curious. “Yeah but I’m trying to get 100 percent on all the missions,” you explained. “It’s a huge game Wanda. There's tons of stuff to do,” you mumbled not even taking your eyes off the screen. “But you play it all day. Go outside baby. At least open these curtains,” she got fed up and opened them for you making you wince at the sunlight.

“But-“ she cut you off. “No buts. Get your ass up, turn off this game, get showered, get ready, go eat, we’re going on a walk and I’m taking this away for a week” she said as she unplugged the game with her powers grabbed the console making you whine. “You could have at least let me save my progress” you told her shaking your head, but listening to what she told you.

Wanda waited for you in the kitchen with an angry look, no one bothered to ask her what was wrong knowing exactly what it was and they were terrified it would get her more mad. “To be fair, it comforts her Wanda. Especially when you leave for a mission” Nat explained as Wanda had ranted to her about your gaming addiction.

“How does shooting a bunch of people and running them over comfort someone,” Wanda said confused, making Nat shrug. “Some people don’t see it like that, I mean we all have something we immediately do when we’re upset, and she’s adorable when she rants on about it,” Wanda agreed on that, she loved how your eyes lit up when she asked you to explain something about the game you were playing.

“I don’t mind her playing but I’m putting her on a time limit,” Nat nodded as she watched you walk into the room sad. “Got kicked off,” Nat smirked, making you pout. “Yeah, I don’t even know where she put it,” Wanda got up and took your hand. “You’ll get it back when we get back from our trip” you groaned but nodded as you ate the food placed in front of you. 

During your walk you kept ranting about games. “Gta 6 is coming out in like 2025, hopefully I’m still alive by then,” you mumbled the last part making Wanda smack your shoulder. “What about that zombie game you were crying about,” “The last of us?” Wanda nodded, “The maker said they're working on it but there's nothing else,” Wanda hummed. “I liked the show,” Wanda said, making you look at her surprised. “I thought you didn’t like it, you weren’t interested in it at all,” she shrugged. “I just didn’t get your addiction towards it. You always play these games and cry over them. Especially that cowboy one,” you looked at her offended.

“Arthur Morgan’s death is one of the saddest deaths in gaming history,” you said getting offended, “Everyone who played it cried,” Wanda laughed a bit. “Babe you started crying when the horse died, then when that cowboy died you started crying so hard you couldn’t even breathe” “I loved that horse” Wanda smiled at that, yeah she was annoyed at your gaming addiction, but she found it cute how serious you took it.

Once you got back, you rushed to the room and sat patiently on the bed, Wanda rolled her eyes and went to get your game, she hid it in Nat’s room. When she gave it back, she was surprised that you didn’t plug it in right away. Instead you set it on the floor and looked at her. “Can we watch a movie and cuddle?” she smiled and nodded. She still put you on a time limit though.  

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