#*shaking* LETS STEAL SOMETHING TOGETHER FRIEND! LETS KILL EACH OTHER!

[craycraybluejay]

bothering absolutely everyone i know to procrastinate writing the thing i really want to write rn

#im not my worst enemy but definitely one of them #look. if i had dilaudid rn we would not have this problem #id be content nestling into the bed and writing about drug abuse while high on my fav #but when im not high i need other stimulation which means bothering ppl and having sex #and occasionally just fucking shit up cuz why not #fight fuck get high the trio of God Im So Bored I Might Explode #nothing keeps me stimulated enough #i like managerial tasks tho getting stuff done contents me a little #i also like to be painfully unfiltered bc that gets the most dramatic reactions #i might be able to filter myself more if i tried but then id get bored enough to die #so yes want to see my creepyass collections? no? r u scared? yay! r u excited? yay me too! #lets party! lets pull a prank! lets get high and do a cuddle puddle! #i love the hate. i love the excitement. i love pain and i love pleasure and i love when my filterlessness makes people lose theirs #oh look at you! that face youre making! pure disgust joy wonder hate something! beautiful! #i love when people get real. #*shaking* LETS STEAL SOMETHING TOGETHER FRIEND! LETS KILL EACH OTHER!

[thefreakandthehair]

not inspired by my fiance for once, but by a friend! this is the meme referenced. just a little funny sorta-crack future ficlet. enjoy!

"Steve... what the fuck is this?" Eddie doesn't even let Steve set his work bags down before he's shoving his phone in his face, the meme Steve sent him earlier glaring up at him.

“A meme? Was that not clear?" Steve smirks and drops his bags, his shoulder brushing Eddie's as he scoots past him.

One of his students had managed to work the class into such an uproar over that exact meme, shouting various band names and excitedly discussing their choices, that Steve had given up and joined them. It’s the end of the school year anyways, and even his administration understands that the last week of school is all about survival. That’s how he ended up with a photo of a Create Your Dream Concert Lineup For $100 meme, and that’s how Eddie ended up spiraling into an existential crisis about it.

“But the numbers don’t add up!” Eddie complains, following Steve into the kitchen with his phone still open, the offending screenshot still unchanged despite how many times he’s looked at it. “With the price of each band, I’d have to choose between Metallica, Ozzy, and Iron Maiden.”

Steve scoffs and shakes his head as he grabs a water bottle from the fridge, shutting it with his hip and leaning back against the counter. “That’s right. $100 budget, so one has to go.”

Eddie stares at him, insulted and slack-jawed at the suggestion. “That’s not possible. I’ll just steal from you to round out the cost.”

“No can do, Munson. I already spent mine.” He winks and sips his water, watching Eddie’s eyebrows furrow.

“The fuck you did, these are all metal and hard rock. I don’t see Springsteen anywhere on this list, and I’ve stared at it a lot.” He waves his phone for emphasis.

Steve has, in fact, chosen his line up, probed and prodded by his students last period. Some of the bands he recognizes from his decades of partnership with Eddie, others he’s come to know on his own or from students. So sure, he has a line up, and if he spent a bit too much time thinking about how to get Eddie worked up about it, well, that’s between him and his phone.

He holds up three fingers on the hand not covered in condensation and ticks them off one by one.

“Ozzy, $40”

Eddie gasps.

“Slayer, $20.”

“Steve, what—”

“Queen, $40.”

Eddie blinks once, twice, before he sets his phone down and closes the distance, holds Steve’s face with both hands on either side, and tugs him in for a ridiculous, dramatic kiss. Steve laughs against his lips and pulls back, letting go with a loud mwah.

“I have to say, Harrington,” Eddie starts, his hands still firmly in place. “Other than our wedding, and maybe that one pick up basketball game I went to, this is the hottest you’ve been.”

Steve can’t help but to preen a bit, proud that his plan has worked— that Eddie’s proud, that Eddie’s looking at him with that fond smile and warm eyes over something so silly after all of these years.

“Oh really?”

“Hell yeah, sweetheart. I mean, Ozzy? Queen? Slayer? Talk metal to me.”

Eddie tugs him closer, wrapping both arms tightly around Steve’s waist and pressing their lips together again, this time with more heat, more urgency. Steve lets himself sink into it for a moment or two before he breaks the kiss, his own lips red and shiny.

“Metallica.”

“Steve, you’re killing me.”

“Megadeath.”

“How do you—”

Steve grins and leans closer, whispering into his ear. “Pantera. But only if it’s before Dimebag’a death.”

Eddie laughs and pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth. “You little shit, all these years I thought you were tuning me out and here you are, weaponizing it against me.” If they were still just dating, still in those early stages of their relationship, he’d be embarrassed at the way his pants tighten. But it’s not, and he’s not. “Wanna?” He nods towards the stairs, the ones that lead to the privacy of thier bedroom.

“Oh, not yet. No.” Steve almost laughs at Eddie’s confused head tilt. “You’ve gotta make your line up first.”

Eddie steps back, his hand over his heart and mouth ajar. “You— oh, for fucks sake. Alright, give me a few minutes.”

Turns out, Eddie can choose between Metallica, Iron Maiden, and Ozzy pretty quickly when the stakes include sex with his husband.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #st ficlet #st fic #myblurbs #me and one of my friends have been talking about this meme for a solid week so here ya go

[slvttyplum]

⋆˚🐾˖° save a horse ride a what?

synopsis: you meet toji at the club and get into a messy situation (part two of “cowboy.”)

contents: bathroom fucking, mention of (princess, doll, and cowgirl)

“You should’ve worn something else, something that gives your tits life, ya know?” Your friend says as her hair sways in the wind and her six-inch stiletto hills click on the ground.

It was 40 fucking degrees; she better be glad you even wore a dress.

You sigh, crossing one side of your coat to the other, breathing out as snow was falling.

"Oh, look, it’s snowing.” You say this, smiling and holding out your hand. Your friend looks over to you, then up at the sky, doing the same.

“Oh my, I shouldn’t have worn this dress.” She says jerking her dress down. You laugh, looping your arm with hers as you both arrive at the club.

The bouncer immediately lets the both of you in because of your friend. You were quite nervous, not having been in a club in a while because of work.

Once you heard the music, chattering, and dancing, your body loosened up. This wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.

"I think the bulky coats look kind of crazy now," you say, slipping it off and throwing it over your arm. Your friend smiles at you taking hers off and grabbing yours.

She squints her eyes, scanning the room, then holding out her arm and snapping her fingers.

"Hey ginger boy, take this to room B. Make sure you put #1 and #2 on the coats."

You open your mouth to say something, but just let it go. If someone steals your coat, she owes you a new one.

She takes a hold of your arm, leaning into your ear. “There’s so many hotties; who’re you taking home tonight?"

She rubbed your arm and scanned the room, looking around. There were a ton of bodies grinding on each other and a few men standing to the side, observing.

You continue scanning until your eyes land on a familiar face. Before you can say anything, your friend speaks up.

“Oh my, what about that hunk of candy right there?" she says, pointing at where you were standing.

All color drained from your face, and you were stiff as a board. Of course, you’ve seen patients out in public, but the thought of seeing them in the club made you queasy.

Toji turns his head, looking straight at you. The smile he had plastered on his face while talking to his friends is now turning into a smirk as his hand drops down to his belt.

You quickly turn your head towards your friend, and she cocks her eyebrow, taking a step back.

“What’s wrong?”

You grab her arm, pulling her back, leaning in closer to her ear

“That’s the patient I was telling you about.” You whisper shout into her ear. She clasps onto your arm, holding her mouth open, looking directly at him.

“Oh my god, he’s hotter than you described."

You roll your eyes, avoiding his gaze at all costs—just your luck.

From your peripheral, you see him walking towards the two of you, and you’re still frozen.

Shit, you didn’t know what to do but to just stand there.

“Go get us some shots; I'm going to the bathroom.” You say, rubbing her arm. She looks at you, jerking her dress down.

“We’ll go together.” She says putting her hand over yours. You knew where she was coming from, of course, but you wanted no encounter with this man and needed a shot.

Why not kill two birds with one stone?

You shake your head, smiling. "No, no, it’s fine; I'll be really quick; I have my phone right here.” you say, motioning towards your midsection, where your phone is clasped in between your bra.

She smiles, rubbing your arm back and nodding you off. You quickly turn around, walking towards the bathroom.

"I didn’t think you were the type to run away," you hear someone say, then tapping on a belt.

shit.

"Oh, eat me fushiguro," you say, holding the handle of the bathroom door. the sound of booming music at a distance since it's down a narrow hallway.

He laughs, leaning against the wall and tapping his foot. "Oh, trust me, honey, I'm trying.” You fling your head around, causing your whole body to basically turn.

Your hand is still clinging to the door. Nod. “What do you want?” A sigh followed the words.

Your eyes scan over his body; he’s wearing a white wife beater, a black flannel, blue boot-cut jeans, and brown cowboy boots.

What a joke.

“You already know what I'm going to say, baby.” His smirk was still plastered over his perfect face, and the flashing lights were creeping its way towards the black hallway.

He looked good—a little too good. No, no stop; you can’t think this about a patient, ever.

You cleared your throat, twisting the door knob, causing the door to open. “Go back and have fun, bye.”

You stepped in, but you felt his presence still lingering after you. You turn around, and he’s there, smiling—no smirk, but smiling.

He quickly closes the door, locking it. the fuck?

“Absolutely not; this is highly inappropriate; get the hell out.” You say backing away from him. His hand is still resting on the top of his belt buckle, tapping it.

"I'm just making sure you’re safe.” He coos out, holding up one arm in defense. Your face scrunches up, and you fold your arms over your chest.

“Then do it out there; get the fuck out.” You yell, backing away from him again. This wasn’t a threatening aura.

The loud music from outside was slowly creeping into the bathroom. There was nothing but silence between you two, because he’s still there.

He steps closer to you as you back away from him some more, your back hitting the wall. He puts his hand above you on the wall, and his hand snakes around your waist.

You cock your eyebrow, putting your hand on his chest, trying to push him, but deep down inside, you knew you really weren’t trying to get him off.

A dark strand of his hair falling down into his eye. There’s still that awkward silence, but you both know where this is going and how it’s going to end.

Should you even do this? You shouldn’t give him what he wants.

“Come on, baby, I know you want it.” his hand sliding down to your ass, to the back of your upper thigh, slipping it under your dress.

His warm fingertips grazing your thigh. Why aren’t you pushing him away? Why does he look so good? Why do you want to pull him in?

You take your arms, wrap them around his neck, and dive in for a kiss. His other hand snakes around your waist, and the hand that was previously on your thigh creeps up, sitting on your ass.

His lips are soft, but his touch is rough—or is that you? Did you secretly want this all this time?

Your tongue slides over your lip, and you open up, letting him in. Your body is hot, and his breath is breathing into yours with rhythm.

He groans into your mouth, aching for more. He’s been waiting for this. your touch, your taste, everything.

Is this how it was happening?

He takes his other hand, gripping your ass and moving his leg in between your legs. your heat directly over his knee; if he moves one more inch, you'll—

He moves his knee up, touching your heat. You moan into his mouth, your arms tightening around his neck and his tongue swirling over yours.

He takes his hands and slides them under your ass, swiftly picking you up. This doesn’t phase you but only turns you on more, with your legs wrapping around his waist.

He begins walking to a stall, and your phone buzzes on your midsection. You quickly pull away from the kiss, digging in your dress and pulling out your phone.

Your friend is calling. shit you forgot. You quickly answer the phone, clearing your voice.

“yes? Sorry, I'm still in the bathroom."

“yeah? what’s wrong? Do you need me to come?

"No, no! "Im with someone.”

You hear your friend gasp loudly, and you look at Toji with a smirk on his face. You put your hand over his face, rolling your eyes.

"I'm safe. Sorry for ditching you.”

"Oh, honey, I've done it to you plenty; get you some!"

With that, there’s a click and an awkward silence slithering in the air again. You remove your hand from his face, staring at him.

He’s looking at you, then at your phone.

“Need somewhere to put that?” You look down at your phone and nod. He walks over to the counter and sets you down.

“Just put it right there; no one’s coming anytime soon.” He says resting both his hands on your thigh.

Your body heats up more, and you hesitate to put your hand over his, but you do anyway.

He takes his other hand and slides it in between your thighs, his hands tough but his touch delicate, like you’re a flower he doesn’t want to fall apart.

"I need you, baby," he says, slowly crotching down, your breath starting to shake with nervousness.

You still couldn’t believe what you were doing, but fuck it. He pulls your legs, sliding your butt towards the edge of the counter.

He takes his hand, hooking his fingers under your panty band and quickly sliding them off. You gasp, startled, but calm yourself down.

You've done this before. You've done this before.

His head moves closer towards your heat; not hesitating for a minute longer, he slides his tongue over your slit.

A long shiver running down your spine, your hand flings on his head, gripping a handful of hair and balling it into your fists.

His tongue takes no time sliding over your clit and taking his lips, sucking your clit, pulsing, and sucking over and over again.

Your thighs are threatening to close, but they can't; instead, they spread further and your hands ball tighter.

His hands wrap around your thighs as your body slides inch by inch off the counter. You taste so good—better than he could’ve ever imagined.

His dick is throbbing inside his pants, making the fabric tighter on him. He wanted to keep sucking and tasting you, but he needed you in ways that were bad for him.

His fingers dig into your thighs, and you throw your head back, biting your lower lip in agony. Your hand unclenches out of his hair as your chest rises and falls.

He pulls away from your now-dripping heat and stands up, quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

You gulp and subtly spread your legs out more as he pulls down his briefs, his long length popping up and hitting his stomach.

He pulls his shirt up, puts it in his mouth, and bites it. He digs in his back pocket and pulls out a condom.

Your eyes watch him intently as his hands rip open the condom package. “You ready, baby?” You’re practically drooling at the sight and nodding your head.

He slides the condom on and puts one hand around his length and his other hand on your thigh.

He stops for a few seconds, and you tilt your hand, cocking your eyebrow in curiosity. "You're nervous; you’re finally going to fuck me or what?”

He laughs, looking at the ceiling, then back at you. "I think this would be a way better experience if you rode me, princess."

Your jaw drops, and your eyebrow still cocked.

Cute, he thinks to himself.

"I'm not fucking on a bathroom floor; you’re insane.” You say pouting and rolling your eyes.

He smiles at you, shaking his head and pointing behind you. "Nope, right there.” He bends down, pulling down his pants, and takes off his shoes.

He then walks beside you, hoping on the counter, lying down on the cold, hard surface, patting his lap.

“Hop on, cowgirl," he says, winking at you. Your cheeks get hot, and you gulp—should you really?

Fuck it. You hop on the counter, putting one leg on one side and keeping the other leg on the other side.

Your hands are placed on his chest, and you hold yourself up as he positions his dick at your opening.

“Brace yourself," he says, lining himself up and giving you a nod to sit down. You slowly slide on his length, and your breathing gets faster.

The pressure on his chest from you pushing into him only makes him harder. His dick twitches before sliding all the way inside of you.

He lifts his hips, pushing inside you some more. You grit your teeth, your hand forming into a fist on his chest.

He does this a couple more times before, and before you can get used to his length inside you, your hips start slowly moving on top of him.

“There you go, baby, you got it.” Those words make the hairs on your arm stand up as you flop yourself down on his length.

With his head thrown back and his hands coming to rest on your hips, you keep rocking back and forth on top of him.

It felt so wrong, but so fucking right.

His nails dig into your hips, and pleasure shoots through you, your body colliding with his at every movement.

His hips move up and down, hitting every spot imaginable. the sounds of your body’s slapping with each other getting drowned out by the loud music.

Your moans get more audible as you reach the top of your sex. You continue to rock your hips as he gets faster thrusting into you.

You match his rhythm pushing down on his and your ass slapping down every time. Your palms are sweaty, and your mind is in the clouds. He felt so good inside you.

His dick curving hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, and you were sure you were going to cum at this rate.

He takes one hand off your hip and cupping your tit in his big, rough hands. A moan escapes your mouth at that very second.

With a lot more following once you hit your climax, "Wait, oh.. fu-.” Your moaning and whimpering were interrupted by his dick twitching inside of you, pressing on your sweet spot.

You twitch on top of him, throwing your head back and moaning even more when he swipes over your nipple.

His moans intertwined with yours when he reached his climax; your body was limp on top of him, your post-nut clarity eluding inside you when you looked down at him.

His eyes squeezed shut, and before you could say anything, there was a loud banging at the door.

“Hurry the fuck up! I have to piss.” You hear a stranger yell outside the door. You quickly lift your hips up, sliding him out of you and hopping off the counter.

“Slow down, partner.” Toji says, laughing, getting up, and doing the same. He stands up and carefully slides off the condom and ties it up, walking towards the trash can and tossing it.

You quickly slide on your panties stumbling over yourself, cursing yourself for doing this. When your panties are on, you slip on your shoes and grab your phone, staring at Toji, who is putting on that awful belt.

He tilts his head up, looking at you and grinning, “How was fucking in the bathroom for the first time, doll?”

You scrunch your face up, crossing your arms, and say, “Who told you this was my first time?" You smile to yourself as you walk towards the door.

He clicks his belt, following you as you open the door. There’s two women in front of the door with puke all over them, scrunching their faces at you. When they see Toji behind you, their eyes light up.

They enter the bathroom, still looking at him, the door closing behind them.

You turn towards him with a deadpan expression plastered on your face, “well.”

He grins at you, laughing, taking his hand and cupping your cheek. "I know you don’t want me to drag this out, so I'm going to leave. I'll see you Monday, Dr."

He winks at you, walking away. Your heart fluttered for the first time at his words.

You needed him…

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu toji #dilf toji #toji x y/n #toji x you #toji smut #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk smut #save a horse ride a cowboy #cowboy

[fueledbysano]

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 kazutora hanemiya

"I can be a better man. I can be a better man for you. I hope, you know, if you'll let me. I can be a better man with you."

♱ pairing: kazutora x afab!reader

♱ content/warning: MATURE. MDNI. unprotected sex

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Kazutora was at a loss. He had been released from prison after several years, but his friends were nowhere to be found, and he had no place to stay. With Chifuyu gone, and Takemichi in jail, he had no choice but to start from scratch, and that meant finding a job and a place to live. He wandered around the city, which once knew in the back of his mind but now seemed like a different place altogether. 

Without a family, his gang, and his best friends, he was a new man.

It was the third day Kazutora had spent the entire day searching for a job, finally landing success. He was tired, but as he stepped on the train to head home, he couldn't shake off the feeling of relief instead of the hopelessness that had been gnawing at him for the past few days. Just as he was about to take his seat, he accidentally bumped into a young woman standing nearby, and they both stumbled forward.

Instantly, they both started to apologize to each other, their voices meshing together in a jumbled mess of apologies. Kazutora couldn't help but notice the woman's bright smile, her gentle voice, and pleasant face. Even though it had been a long day, she exuded a certain energy that was infectious.

As they sat down, she let out a sigh of relief and apologized for the inconvenience once again. “Are you okay?” Kazutora asks, “Yes, thank you.” She kindly replied before shortly noticing the stack of resumes on Kazutora’s lap. “Any luck?” Kazutora was surprised by her empathy, and found himself making conversation with her.

“Yeah, a record store.” He softly chuckled. “Record store? How cool… to be honest I thought you were some sort of pro musician, but, near enough.” She chuckled, and Kazutora was intrigued. 

“Oh yeah? What made you think that?” He asks. “Well, you have a very unique hairstyle and clothes. And that cool tattoo too! At least, it’s the vibe you give off.” She answered, feeling a strange sense of recognition.

He chuckled at her enthusiasm softly with a smile, “That would be really cool…” He nodded, “But yeah, I do love bands. That’s why I also considered working at the record store.” He explained. Kazutora had always been a solitary person, spending most of his time alone and not really paying attention to the people around him, but something about her felt familiar.

“Congratulations again for getting the job, …” She paused for a moment, realizing that she hadn’t gotten his name yet. “Kazutora.” He smiled and shook her hand. “Kazutora…Hanemiya?.” He chuckled softly, not used to being referred to with his last name, the one that he shared with a terrible human being he unfortunately once called “father”.

and that was the moment when it all suddenly connected for her— this was the delinquent Kazutora she once knew in middle school. The one who pulls his friend out of class, and goes out to gang fights. She couldn't help but think about the incident that had happened in the past. She remembered the day when he was caught stealing from a motorcycle shop, and how he accidentally killed the owner. It was a horrible incident that had left a lasting impact on the whole school and town.

But despite that, she knew that she understood that there was a whole story and context behind that. She had always seen the best in people, and she believed that everyone deserves a chance to redeem themselves. And now, as they had reconnected, she felt as though they were put in each other’s paths..

“It’s me, [ Y / N ] —” “[ L / N ]...” Kazutora finished for her.

Life is funny. They weren’t so close in high school, they’ve had a couple of interactions, all of which were pure, pleasant memories. She was kind, understanding, and she truly saw the good in people, even when they didn't see it themselves.

“You remember.” She was quite surprised, not expecting him to remember her at all.

“Yeah, I have a pretty good memory.” He smiled. “What are you up to these days?” He asks.

“Well, that story is going to take longer than my stop.” [ Y / N ] simply said. “I’ll just say that… it’s nice to have a fresh start.” She added.

“I know what you mean.” Kazutora agreed, and she smiled back, understanding where he was coming from.

Finally, when the train reached its destination, he mustered up the courage to ask for her number. And to his surprise, she gave it to him, with a small smile and a soft "good luck" as the train doors opened.

As he stepped off the train and into the night, he knew that she had given him more than just her number— she had given him hope.

As Kazutora walked through the bustling city to his new job, he couldn't help but think about her. The girl with the sweet and bubbly personality who had shown him so much kindness all those years, and when they met each other again on the train. He wanted to have a connection with her, but he also knew that he first needed to get his life together. He wanted to be the best version of himself for her, to be someone she could be proud of.

He reached the job site and got to work, feeling nervous but also excited at the prospect of starting a new chapter in his life. The work was tough, but he threw himself into it, learning as much as he could throughout the day and impressing his boss with his work ethic.

As the day wore on, while closing up the shop, Kazutora found himself thinking more and more about [ Y / N ]. He wondered if she was thinking about him, too.

"Good job today, Kazutora," she said, a warm smile on her face. He turned around to see her, looking just as beautiful as he remembered. She was holding a cup of boba and had a bright, energetic attitude that made him feel light and confident just looking at her.

“[ Y / N ]? Hey, I wasn’t expecting you.” He gave her a soft, welcoming smile. “I know, I’m sorry…” She chuckled. “It’s just that… you said you work in a record store around here, and… funny, because I work at a dental clinic a couple blocks away.” She says.

“Really? Well, that’s perfect… because then… I can take you home~?” He offered his hands for the bundle of shopping bags in her other hand.”

“I’d like that.” She smiled and handed him her bags.

As the day ended and they made their way back to the train station, they found themselves opening up to each other and getting to know more about their lives. As they talked, Kazutora couldn't help but be struck by how much she understood him. Even though they'd just met, he felt safe and comfortable in her presence. 

And as they continued to talk, as the train rumbled on towards its destination, he knew that there was a reason why they were brought into each other’s lives. He was determined to make something more of himself, to be the kind of person he could be proud of, the kind of person she deserved.

“I never really planned on staying here, basically. When I landed my first job out of the city, I got into a relationship with my superior and… well… the jerk turned out to be married. The wife showed up at work and started rambling about how I was a homewrecker.” He couldn't help but feel a sense of anger and frustration on her behalf, angry how someone could take advantage and betray her like that.

“Since then, no one would hire me in town. And I thought fuck it and returned here.”

He asked her what he could do to help, and she told him that she just needed someone to listen. He was happy to do that for her, to be there for her and to offer her a listening ear. And as they talked, she felt a sense of peace and calm wash over her.

They have reached their stop and headed to [ Y / N ]’s apartment complex. “I’d invite you inside, but my roommate is currently moving out so it’s really cluttered.” [ Y / N ] explained. “Ah, I understand, I’ve lived in worse circumstances.” Kazutora jokes. “I practically live in a can of sardines. Plus it’s under a train track so I get three hours of sleep max. But I guess that’s an upgrade from prison.” He chuckled.

“Come live with me.”

"What!?" he asked, unable to hide the shock in his voice

“Yeah… it’s hard to look for a new roommate anyway. I don't have the time for doing all that.” She explained. 

Kazutora couldn't believe his luck. He had just met her again after all these years, and now he had the chance to live with her, to spend more time with her, to get to know her even better. He didn't want to mess things up, so he did his best to act calm and collected.

“Are pets allowed?”

“Sure.”

She smiled at him, clearly pleased with his response. "I'm sure you'll be a great roommate," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "And besides, it's not like we're strangers. We're old friends, remember?"

He was determined to not make her regret meeting him again, to make himself into the person he always knew he could be, and to show her that he was worth the chance she had given him. He knew that he had a lot of work to do, but with her by his side, it’s like he took a big step forward. After all, maybe he didn’t really lose everything…

Christmas is a time of year for joy, for spending time with loved ones and creating memories that will last a lifetime. And for [ Y / N ], Christmas was supposed to be a time to escape the cold and spend some time with her ex-boyfriend. That's when she remembered the vacation house she had booked, but with no one to go with, she wasn't sure what to do. But then she thought of Kazutora, and how he had been there for her through everything. She decided to invite him to join her on the trip, hoping that he would say yes.

At first, Kazutora was hesitant. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea to go on a trip with someone he had such strong feelings for. But after thinking it over, he decided that he couldn't pass up the opportunity to spend some time with her outside of their daily routine.

As they made their way to the vacation home, they couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. They couldn't help but notice the romantic atmosphere. Each corner of the house was decorated with lights and Christmas ornaments, and the scent of fresh cookies lingered in the air. They could feel the tension between them growing, and they both knew that this trip was going to be different from anything either of them had experienced before.

As the fire crackled in the fireplace, Kazutora and the[ Y / N ] sat close together, lost in their own thoughts. The comfort of each other's presence was palpable, and they both knew that they had been dancing around their feelings for each other for far too long.

Kazutora finally broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know that you were supposed to go to this place with someone else, but I'm glad that it ended up being me." His eyes were locked on hers, and there was a warmth in them that made her heart flutter.

She smiled, taking his hand in hers. "I'm glad it was you, too." She paused, searching for the words to express what she was feeling. As she looked into his eyes, she knew that he felt it  too.

They sat in silence for a moment, taking in the weight of their confession.

Kazutora leaned in, his face just inches from hers. "I love you," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've loved you for so long, but I was too afraid to say it."

[ Y / N ]'s eyes filled with tears at his words, and she pulled him close, kissing him passionately. "I love you too, Kazutora," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "I've always loved you." [ Y / N ] soon found herself  sitting on Kazutora’s lap, leaning in for another steamy kiss.

His fingers slowly rested on her hips, his heart rate picking up when he felt a surge of emotions wash over him. For the first time in his life, he was experiencing something so pure and beautiful, and it was with someone he cared about deeply. He was nervous, but excited, and as their lips met, he felt like he was on top of the world. He had never done so intimate before, and he didn't know what to expect, but he knew that this was special.

As they pulled apart, he looked into her eyes, and he could see the love and the kindness that he had always seen in her. He knew that this moment was the start of something beautiful, and he was ready to give his all to make it last.

“You look even prettier straddling me like this, sweetheart~” He admired her face, stroking her cheek. As [ Y / N ]’s lips begin to descend onto him, Kazutora could feel his heart pounding furiously in his chest. He can tell that her body is just as passionately waiting for his touch and kisses. So his hands go over her hips, pulling her closer to his body.

Kazutora’s hands slowly start to move upward, brushing up against her panties. He starts to pull on the fabric, looking at her with intensity. Her heart is beating rapidly right now as she breathes heavily above him. He feels the heat coming from her body, feeling her touch against his. He slowly brings his lips back up to her lips and kisses her deeply, his lust and desire overcoming him now.

He pulls her dress up, leaving her in her bra on top of him.

“Mr. Hanemiya…” She whispered sensuously, slowly working her hands down his pants. “It’s cold, isn’t it? May I warm you up~?” [ Y / N ] bats her eyes, enough for Kazutora not to notice her fingers beginning to undo his jeans. The way his last name rolled out of her tongue perfectly, the only time he’ll ever feel loved hearing it.

He pulls her closer to him and lets out another soft moan, feeling her bare body mold and conform against his. 

Kazutora’s eyes go wide as he realizes that she is making this quite intense. At the feeling of her hands going into his underwear, his breathing begins to quicken and his body tenses up as he feels his desires go out of control.

He slowly pulls her up just a bit, just enough to touch his aching tip to her entrance.

“Only if I get to do it first…” He whispered, finally feeling all of her in one swift movement. [ Y / N ]’s hands rushed to his long hair to tug on them, discerning Kazutora’s body as they connected for the first time. 

Kazutora feels [ Y / N ]’s lips on his, as gently pressing into his again and again, in sync with her rocking hips. Her kisses and thrusts send a wave of pleasure through his body, making him moan softly and unable to control his desires.

Kazutora wanted to cum right then and there, but he knew he wanted to make this last for her. “Ugh, I love this.” He shuddered, body jolting slightly as she pulsed around his cock. She rocked down on him, purposely letting her hear his desperate whines. Kazutora clutched her ass tightly, her pussy touching his base and breathing heavily as he hit deeper.

[ Y / N ] rocked her hips back and forth, enjoying the sensation of the stretch by his thick cock. Within seconds, his pace starts to grow wild, drilling into her pussy, their hips now clashing together. He was finally getting some action after using his sole imagination in so long.

Gripping both of his shoulders tightly, she began to bounce harder on his cock, the ginger radiance of the fireplace shining on her face which made it heightened the experience for Kazutora. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so badly…” He whispered right next to her ear.

“I love getting to know you like this…” Her cheeks flushed warm. “I wanna cum…” He sighed and planted his hands back on her hips, his thrusts growing more desperate. “I wanna help you with that.” She moaned softly before speeding up her own pace. “What a good girl, showing me those cute tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my dick.” He grunted, bleached hair sticking to his forehead as they continued to fuck each other.

“Ah, Hanemiya-sama~” The explosive sensation ricochets through her body, making him feel her warm cum gushing down his balls just as he spilled into her pussy. He pulls out and you breathlessly collapse on his chest, feeling the light afterglow from the intense moment.

His eyes softened as he watched you snuggle up to him breathlessly. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he knew that he was going to remember this moment forever. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of her body against his, and he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

#tokyo revengers #kazutora x reader #kazutora x reader smut #kazutora hanemiya x reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora smut #kazutora x you #hanemiya kazutora

[c-h-i-m-es]

-person of interest

itoshi sae x f!reader

contents: aged up characters, mentions of alcohol, drunk conversation, some swearing

a/n; i just realized that you do grow apart from your close friends even if you try not to and it feels like shit. yikes!

sae may not come to you directly and hold you, but the guy has been keeping his eye on you ever since he saw you gulping down alcohol along with your friends.

he tries not to care about what you do and the state you are in. but it is hard to do so when you are the only person he finds himself looking at. he even has some other girl with him and he swears he is trying to let the girl distract him. 

and he tries, again, to convince himself that it is because the girl is just talking about herself and not because you are stealing all his attention. he sees you dancing with some guy and he shakes his head and looks away to try focus on the girl and drinks. 

thankfully oliver joins them in their seat with two girls all over him, talking about his next game, trying to impress the girls who are already ready to kill each other for him. 

“gosh oliver, you’re such a charmer.” one of the girl says with high pitched voice as she playfully hits his arm while the man just laughs. sae on the other hand, getting tired of the scene rolls his eyes and shakes his head, unconsciously bringing his eye back on the place you previously were, just to find you gone from there.

“should we go to the dance floor?” the girl besides him asks, her hands wrapping around his own. he nods his head and gets on his feet to get to the dance floor. oliver shouts at him something about enjoying himself with the girl which he decides to ignore.

he reaches the stairs to get down when he finds you walking up. he also notices the guy behind you, trying to grab your arm. “i said i don’t wanna talk to you so just get the fuck outta my sight.” you angrily spit the words out, doesn't make the guy walk away though.

just as you are about to walk away, you find sae's eyes. he didn’t fail to notice how your eyes quickly soften at his sight, “sae..” his name falls out of your lips so softly, he might just have failed to hear you with the loud music playing in the background.

he takes his hand out of the girl’s grip and take a step towards you, “you okay?” the girl with him could hear how his voice got soft and not the normal cold voice he talks in all the time. she tugs on his sleeve to take him with her but he just ignores her leaves her standing there like a fool.

you’d have notice that and felt bad for the girl, but you seem to have got lost in his eyes.

your ex found you and did not leave your side, saying how he wants to get back together with you. during all his talking about getting back together, that jerk seems to forget to look back on his action and continue on telling the break up was on you.

“y/n, come on let’s get out of here.” your ex’s voice brings you back to your senses and you furrow your brows at him, “what the fuck is wrong with this guy..” you push your hair away from your face and fully turn to him, “do i have to spell it for you that i don’t wanna waste my time on you?!” you don’t realize that you raised your voice at him but he was already on your nerves and was not budging away from you.

“y/n-” he tries to grab you but before he reaches you, sae grabs his wrist and stands in between you and your ex, “that’s enough dude, get away from her.” 

clicking his tongue, your ex places an arm on his shoulder, “look bro, i’m not into sharing and this does not concern you. so get away when i’m telling you nicely.”

sae harshly slaps the hand away from his shoulder, “don’t touch me with your filthy hands. i don’t plan on being the nice guy so..” he took a step in front of him, looking down at him, “get the fuck away from her before things gets messy.” the words come out of his lips like a venom and your ex curses under his breath before walking away.

he turns back to you, face nothing like how it was just a second away, “did he hurt you?” he asks getting closer to you. you just shake your head and he sighs, wrapping his arms around you and leading you away. the poor girl from earlier left standing there, long forgotten.

he takes you to their table where you find oliver making out with some other girl. “get your half naked ass away from here.” the two look up at him and oliver smirks once his eyes land on you. “let’s get some drink, doll.” he tells the girl and walks away from the two of you after winking at sae.

he plops himself on the couch and extends his arm, “come on y/n, you must be tired.” you take a seat next to him, really close to him.

“ugh my head is spinning.” you rest your head on his chest and get comfortable. his body gets tense but soon relaxes, wrapping his arm around you, “yeah no shit. i saw you gulping the vodka down.” he chuckles, “do you want me to order you lemonade?”

“what’s the time?” he is confused at your question but he lifts his hips to take his phone out of his pocket, “it’s almost two. why?” you lift your head and grab the beer can on the table and take a sip, “it’s still early and i’m not leaving without my girls you know. i can’t just leave them here.” you take another sip of the beer.

sae sighs and takes the beer out of your hand, “you’re already drunk y/n. you don’t wanna puke.” you chuckle and link your arms with his and link your fingers together. sae does circular motions on your hand while you tell him about when your friend was puking all the way while going down the stairs.

“but don’t worry i have never puked no matter how much i drank.” you look at him, finding his eyes already looking at you with the soft look that is not a sight most people get to see. 

he smiles and caresses your cheeks, “there’s a first time for everything sweetheart.” you are shocked at the words coming out of his mouth but looking at his face, seems like he is also shocked at the words he just let out.

it’s not everyday, it's like never, he calls someone with sweet pet names.

your face brightens up and you get on your feet, pulling him up with you, “let’s dance.” before he could refuse, you drag him with you down to the dance floor.

you get in a less crowded spot and wrap your arms around his neck, dancing to the beat. soon enough he gets comfortable and holds you close to himself and fulfills your demand of dancing. 

you don’t remember how long you two are on the dance floor, “sae!” you pull his face closer to your by his collar to whisper in his ears since the music was too loud, “i’m tired.” as soon as he hears you, he holds your hand and gets you out of the crowded dance floor and take you to the bar.

he gets you a can of beer by your request. he opens the can before handing it to you and you take a sip of the chilled drink. you both then go back to the table he booked, which is now occupied by some random people who are too drunk to care, and rest your body on the railing as you watch people enjoying themselves on the dance floor.

since there are a lot of other, drunk people near you, sae comes besides you and rests his arms on either sides of your body, keeping you between his arms. you bring the drink up to his lips for him to drink, which he does.

(oh my gosh i need to tell y’all about this. i am writing this from what i’ve experienced and let me tell you about when this particular thing happened to me. so like i bring the beer up to his lips and he literally chuckles and brings his lips closer to my ear and says that it’s an indirect kiss. lmao thinking back about it is making me giggle. but anyways enjoy!)

“i never knew you were such a drinker.” sae says as he watches you drink your beer. you look at him, “well that’s because you never really knew me baby.” you smile cheekily and give him the drink.

you are a little too drunk at this point to be aware of your actions and you stumble on a table behind you. looking at the people on the seat, you notice that two of your friends are with the some guys. (please i hope you understand this cause idk how to explain it. but like ya'll are in like the balcony seats? and it is not so spacious plus the place is crowded)

“hey girl~ you really disappeared with sae huh?” one of them, ruby, says while wiggling her brows at you. you look over at sae who was talking with someone, while he keeps his eyes on you most of the time. 

one of the guy takes your hand and helps you on his lap. you being a lil' too out of your mind let, use him as the couch and bring your focus back to your friends, “yeah i don’t know what happened.” the guy offered you his drink, “drink it babe.”

your drunk self takes his drink and takes a sip before sae comes and grabs your arm, pulling you out of the guy’s lap, “i’m taking her with me.” he simply says and walks away from the group.

“where are we going?” you are barely keeping your body straight up so the poor guy has to hold you up. he has his one arm around your waist and the other holding your arm, leading into a more wider space. 

there is a empty table, no people and no bottle or any belongings, “somewhere we can be alone.” he leads you to the table and makes you sit on the couch. he sits besides you and you rest your head on his chest, sleeping on him.

“tell me if you want a drink. don’t drink off of some random ape looking guy’s glass.” he strokes the hair strands falling onto your face away.

you lift your head and look at him, face so close that makes you tempted to kiss him, “why do you care anyways?” he doesn’t say anything and just looks at you. getting lost in his eyes, you close the gap between the two of you and let your lips land on his.

for a few seconds, sae goes still but just as you’re about to pull away, he holds you jaw and kisses you back. you move closer to him, almost sitting on his lap as your hands get tangled in his hair strands. 

he brings his hands on your hip, lifting you to make you sit on his lap. you pull away and look at him. he cups your face and strokes your cheek with his thumb, “why do i care y/n? wish i could answer you but i don’t know myself.” 

his forehead rests on yours and you lift his chin to make him look at you, “you get close to me and just when i think things are going well, you get distant. i don’t know what to think of that sae. you really confuse me.”

you maybe drunk but you know what you said, words are coming out of your lips on their own but they are all the things you’ve thought about for a long time. you might just regret this all tomorrow but for now you did not think about that.

“i.. i need a certain answer sae. it’s either you want to be with me or no.” he knows you are drunk but he can sense the seriousness in your tone.

“i do want to be with you y/n. i really do. but then i fear that if you get too close to me, i’ll lose you. and i don't wanna lose you-”

“sae you are not as bright as i thought you are.” your words make him confuse which make you chuckle, “i can’t believe we are having this conversation while i’m drunk.” you cup his face, “you need to give us a chance, sae. not everything goes the way you want but you should at least see how well we do together. we might need some time with each other, but that’s just how it goes.”

he sighs, “are those your genuine words or is it the alcohol speaking?”

“these are my genuine words. the alcohol is just giving me courage.” you look at his face, “don’t make me regret what i just said tomorrow.”

he chuckles, “i won’t, don’t worry y/n.” then he kisses you, really kisses you. it was so sweet and so perfect like it was meant to be.

you pull back with a smile, “i can’t believed i just had that conversation drunk.” chuckling, you rest your head on sae’s shoulder, “take me home?”

“sure thing princess.”

#bllk imagines #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #bllk fluff #blue lock #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae #sae x reader #blue lock fic

[ascesabo]

the pjo/omori brainrot have unfortunately come for me at the same time so i'm going to make it everyone else's problem. sorry

soooo... assuming the di angelos were a well-off family (which i think is implied, but don't check me on that), it wouldn't be so far-fetched to believe that bianca would have had the opportunity to learn the piano. and nico, who adores his sister and wants to be closer to her, thinks they can bond if he learns an instrument too, right? but he can't impose on the piano. that's hers. so he takes up the next best thing, something he can play by her side- the violin.

in a hypothetical AU where bianca di angelo doesn't join the hunters, she and her little brother nico spend their time shut inside the big house's piano room, going over the same pieces again and again. to bianca, it's her last connection to her mother, to the life they'd had before the lawyers and the lotus hotel and camp half-blood. to nico, it's a way of desperately trying to bridge the distance he can feel growing between them. to both of them, it's everything.

but it isn't enough.

and so she practices harder and her temper gets shorter and one day she snaps at nico because his violin doesn't sound right, just what aren't you getting, nico? and nico is only ten and just wants to make his sister happy, because everything should be alright as long as they're together- but what was supposed to be a shared hobby has only driven them even farther from each other. you can probably imagine what happens next, right? he storms away from her, maybe to a secluded part of the forest, and relishes in the way his violin shatters against the big rocks when he swings. and bianca is so, so angry and she's coming closer. her face is red and she's shouting at him, and nico does the only thing he can think to do in his panic and frustration- he pushes her. he pushes her into the same rocks that hold the splintered pieces of his instrument and can only freeze in horror as the snap of her neck makes the same sound.

maybe in this universe, he'd also befriended a certain son of apollo a little earlier on. will solace isn't very popular with the other campers- they love pointing out how ironic it is that a son of apollo couldn't play an instrument to save his life and he knows, even if they try to hide it, that his older siblings are embarrassed by him too. but then this enigmatic new demigod shows up, with nothing but his mythomagic cards, his violin, and a big sister who takes will under her wing, and they offer to let him listen to them practice- and all of a sudden, he isn't so lonely anymore.

nico is will's first and closest friend. so when he follows the sound of their argument and sees nico push his sister in a fit of anger, all he can think is nico wouldn't do that to her.

kind, earnest nico, who loved his sister more than anything... couldn't have killed her. it had to be something behind him, and he can't let them punish nico for what SOMETHING else did. will has to help him. everything is going to be okay.

everything is going to be okay, he says when he shakes nico out of his grief-induced stupor.

everything is going to be okay, he tells himself when they steal a coil of rope from the stables.

everything is going to be okay, even as tears blur his vision and he swears that the lifeless body swaying in the wind is looking at them.

he takes nico's cold, shaking hand and lies to himself.

everything is going to be okay.

#pjo #hoo #tsats #nico di angelo #will solace #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #omori #alternate universe #guys i wont lie the sunny route has left me SHATTERED !!! #final duet got hands fr #can u imagine how bad it would be for nico #he can blame percy in canon but #what will he do when he looks down at his own hands and sees the same hands that pushed bianca to her death #she loved you... and you killed her #solangelo #bianca di angelo #drabbles #my writing

[nebulablakemurphy]

Way Down We Go (Part 2)

Summary: Y/N and Daryl follow a dead end that leads them to wash up on the shores of France. While their daughter takes an impromptu trip to the big city, in hopes of saving her childhood friend. Warning: cannon typical violence and Dead City/Walking Dead/Daryl Dixon spoilers.

Part 1

“Where ya rushin’ off to?” Bryan smirks, his knife held at Y/N’s throat.

He seemed like an alright guy when they first started traveling with his group. Not so much now.

“We don’t want no trouble. Just lookin’ for our friends.” Daryl says, calmly. His crossbow is aimed, poised and ready, he might make the shot. But he won’t risk it, not with her standing right there.

“I thought we were friends, pretty.” He cooes, into Y/N’s ear.

Friends don’t creep around each other’s tents in the middle of the night to spy on them. “We appreciate your hospitality, but we really need to keep moving.” Y/N tells him.

“No.” The man shakes his head. “Take off your shoes. Stay a while.”

Daryl keeps his eyes trained on his mark. “I don’t think so.”

“It’s a real shame it had to end this way.” The other man clicks his tongue. “I really did like ya.”

“Please, just let us go.” Y/N pleads.

“Tell your boyfriend to drop his bow.” The man demands. “Then we’ll talk about this. I’m sure you can be very persuasive.”

Y/N huffs, “he’s not my boyfriend.” Stomping down on his foot as her elbow lands in his gut. Knocking the wind from him.

Bryan loses his balance and the knife comes down, slicing her leg in the process.

“Get ta tha boat.” Daryl says, holding Bryan at the point of his arrow.

They need to be out of here before his real friends show up.

“Bon Voyage, asshole.” Y/N growls, pulling herself upright.

————————————————————————

They leave the girl, Ginny, back at Hilltop. She’ll be safe there. She doesn’t speak, not since her father was killed, Negan took her in.

Then Maggie, Carol, Negan and Sophie high tail it up towards Manhattan. Stealing a guy’s boat and taking him hostage to sail it. Turns out, he’s one of those Marshals, looking for Negan. Together they broach the entrance of the dead city.

“Never thought I’d get this close to seeing Lady Liberty in the flesh.” Negan huffs, staring out at the ruins.

“Not from ‘round here?” The girl, trailing behind him, inquires. Not that she really cares, but there’s not enough history between them for her to hate him the way Maggie does. And the silence is deafening.

“Virginia, born and raised. You?”

“I was born in a prison.” Sophie raises a shoulder, her Y/H/C hair shifting in it’s ponytail.

“Ain’t that some shit, kid.” Negan remarks.

“It was hardly a prison by then, try compound.” Carol interjects.

“It was a prison, Grandma.” Her parents used to tell her stories about it. How she was named after her mother’s little sister, who didn’t live long enough to see it. Sophie was the second baby born there, almost a year after Judith. They’re both grown now. Adults by all accounts of the old world. Still, when she wants to do anything even remotely dangerous, Carol follows…or her mom…or her dad. “But tomato, tomoto I guess.”

Y/N and Daryl are…different. As parents, they were fair, never came down too hard on her. Her father is an outdoor cat who learned to survive indoors. Her mother is the opposite.

They met at the first camp Rick’s group ever had and the rest is history. To this day they grumble when people ask what they are to each other, or assume that they are together, or worse; married.

They are Y/N and Daryl. That’s all.

Growing up, Sophie always thought they were in love. At least in the way she perceived love to be. Her father would come home after a long day and cling to her mother like it was the first and last time he’d see her for years. Sometimes her mother would cling. But it was rare and often meant that something was wrong.

He let Y/N drive his bike on occasion, hollering all the while, “watch where ya goin’, girl!”

Otherwise her father is a quiet man, her mother is more outspoken. And though Daryl Dixon is more than capable, Y/N Peletier never hesitates to put anyone who messes with him in their place.

They each lost two siblings to this world. One by blood, another forged in the fires of the apocalypse. Merle and Sophia both turned, a pain Y/N and Daryl both understood.

When Y/N lost Glenn, there was something to bury. A way to lay him to rest, with the promise of caring for the family he left behind. Daryl still blames himself for it, even though Y/N never did.

When Daryl lost Rick there was nothing left. No body, no closure…he spent weeks, months, years looking for him. Trying to get back a piece of what he lost. Daryl blames himself for that too.

Leaving their only child behind was not a decision they made lightly. But Sophie is old enough to make her own choices and she’s never been a risk taker. Staying in a place that’s familiar, versus abandoning it for the great unknown was a no brainer.

Which only adds to the irony of her current situation. Sophie and Carol on a mission with Maggie and Negan himself, to rescue Hershel from some guy called the Croat.

Sophie knows that without Hershel, Maggie will lose herself and her mother will lose them both. Severing the final tie between Y/N and Glenn that she’s clung to for all this time.

She would start chasing ghosts too.

————————————————————————

Aaron told Daryl a long time ago, that he could tell a good person from a bad one. Daryl doesn’t know if that’s true anymore, but this last group was not good people.

“I ain’t yer boyfriend, huh?” Daryl attempts to distract Y/N as he tends her wound.

“Boyfriends and girlfriends break up,” she bites out.

“Could marry me.”

“Daryl…” Y/N balls her hands into fists. Fighting the urge to push him away, as he applies pressure to her thigh, to stop the bleeding.

“Damnit, girl, stop movin’.” Daryl growls.

“Fuck,” she shakes her head. “We’re fucked.” There goes any chance of getting home.

“Why don’t ya say it a little louder, maybe it’ll help.” He lets up slightly when her hand rests over his.

Her lips pressed together to contain the sound of her suffering.

“Lemme see.”

Y/N removes her hand and his. The muscles of her afflicted leg spasming of their own accord. “It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“Yer gonna live.” Daryl murmurs, prodding around the gash. “Needs stitches though.”

Thunder cracks down, booming behind dark clouds in the overcast sky.

Y/N can’t help but laugh as the first drops of rain hit her upturned cheek. There’s a storm brewing and they’re stuck bobbing in the middle of nowhere.

“Now we’re fucked.” Daryl grumbles, under his breath.

“Did you mean it?” Y/N wonders. “What you said?”

“Ya want me ta beg?” This isn’t the first time he’s asked her to marry him.

“No,” she decides.

“No?” He rears back. She always reasons her way around it, that’s never bothered him. There was some understanding that they’d spend the rest of their lives together.

“No, to the begging,” Y/N clarifies, “yes, to…the other thing.”

Daryl huffs a laugh, “took ya long enough.”

“Shut up,” Y/N scoffs.

Twenty years well spent.

————————————————————————

Bang!

The sound is odd, too loud to be a gunshot, too quiet to be an explosion.

“Tha hell?”

A walker, then another. Hitting empty cars that litter the streets beside them.

“This way!” Maggie calls as they run for cover.

“Walkers are falling from the sky now?” Negan roars, in disbelief.

“The high rise buildings…they must’ve heard us and walked right off the edge.” Carol reason, following the others to safety.

There’s more walkers, piling up at the glass doors behind them. They need to move. There’s an opening with a scaffolding, just across the way. They’ll have to make a run for it.

“We should go now,” Sophie insists. “Clear the bottom floor, can’t just stand here with our asses hangin’ out.”

Part 3

#way down we go #twd fic #daryl x you #daryl imagines #daryl fanfiction #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #daryl dixion x reader #twd daryl #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #negan smith #maggie rhee #carol petelier

[hackerqueen]

L.E.S.

pairing: Jakexfem!MC

summary: It was supposed to be a normal night in Aurora, but too many drinks, an argument, jealousy and lust changed everything.

warnings: sexual content, light sub!Jake, dom!MC, very possessive MC, lot of cursing

words: 4k

author's note: i don't like it very much, share your opinion in the comment🙏 i was inspired to write by the song les childish gambino, hence the title. enjoy reading!

After many months of continuous and exhausting fight for Jake's freedom, we finally succeeded. Of course, it wasn't perfect, it's rather normal, I knew perfectly well that life with him would not be stable or normal, but I was happy. After many days of destructive storm, there was a clearing up and a few rays of warm sun. We saw a light at the end of our road that I traveled with him. Hand in hand.

Jake agreed to a deal with the FBI. He was one of the best hackers in the world, and they needed someone like him. Especially now that they were chasing a gang of cybercriminals who were also human traffickers. Jake only because of me, for which I was eternally grateful. Finally, I could go to sleep normally and not be afraid if he was still alive or had already been captured and killed for stealing state secrets.

Well, it was even better. We moved in together in Duskwood a few days ago so Jake could catch up with his sisters. I wasn't against it either - after all, I had new friends here. Jessy, Dan, and Lilly have become more important to me than I thought they would become. Hannah and I were just getting to know each other, but I saw a mirror image of Jake in her. They were both rather quiet in the crowd, and it's only when you get to know them better that you see their funny and sociable side. Thomas and Cleo remained a walking mystery to me. During the Hannah investigation, I noticed how Cleo behaved around Thomas. She was always by his side, always wanted to accompany him, always gave him a sweet smile whenever needed. It was quite suspicious, especially since after finding Hannah it was still the same. When Hannah was in the hospital, Cleo was the first to help Thomas with something around the house and so on. I thought it was probably just their habit, after all, she wouldn't betray her best friend? Thomas didn't seem like the type to cheat on his missing girlfriend either, so I always pushed those thoughts as far away as possible.

But the situation changed dramatically. These were no longer just sick guesses during the investigation bout people I only knew on the phone. No. This time we were all together, surrounded by loud music, sitting at one of the tables in Aurora, celebrating the engagement of Hannah and Thomas. And this time my thoughts did not revolve around them, but around the black-haired man sitting across from me.

It started from the moment I entered the club. Cleo greeted Jake - nicer than usual. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, we were all friends, and I was glad to see Jake opening up to them more and more. That's when I let go of his hand because Jessy was waving at me at the bar, so I whispered to my boyfriend to take our seats at the table and that I'd be right back. I was surprised when I came back together with the redhead, and Jake was sitting quite tense between Cleo and Dan, and two seats were left only with Lilly. But I brushed it aside, because we were all friends, right?

I didn't really shake it up. I promise! I got into an interesting conversation with Jessy, Lilly and Hannah about her engagement ring, forgetting about Cleo's strange greeting. But I got suspicious when she started talking to him at the table where I was also sitting. We never officially announced to them that we are together, but it was clear and transparent? We moved in together in Duskwood - that must have put her on that track.

– Jake, would you pass me that sauce? – she asked, her lips stretched into a sweet smile. No wonder, right? But I was sitting closest to the sauce, so why couldn't she ask me? Jake nodded and handed her the sauce, and was soon talking to Dan about something. From hate to friendship, huh? At this table sat two pieces of evidence that separated them by a fine line: Me and Lilly, and the men just mentioned.

I clenched my jaw all evening and didn't say anything stupid, nothing that would ruin night that belonged to Hannah and Thomas. I ignored all her smiles, winks, and leaning in so that her tits were level with his eyes. But the moment she walked with the glass and her hand accidentally slipped onto his black shirt turned the cup of bitterness.

– Oh God, I'm sorry! I didn't want to stain your shirt. – she stuttered quickly, her hands touching the spots on his chest. They've been there too long. Much too long than just checking how big the stain is.

Maybe I was a little jealous.

Touch him again and you're dead.

I must admit I am a little possessive.

Very possessive.

– Nothing happened. – Jake mumbled quickly, but Cleo was still apologizing to him. – Really, Cleo is nothing. Just a stain, it'll dry soon. – he said grabbing her shoulders to calm her down

I felt my blood start to boil and I wondered if that was what Jake felt when Phil leaned against me?

But she touched him. And he touched her, and apparently he has no problem with it. Then he looked at me and smiled softly, and I realized that I hadn't spoken to him since arriving here. Cleo must have kept him busy.

– Jake, we should wash your shirt to make sure you don't leave a stain. – I heard Cleo's comment, which immediately sobered me up. What the fuck?

– I'll fix it. – I said quickly and gave her the most believable smile. I don't know if I succeeded because I felt it came out more like a grimace. The black-haired hacker nodded and followed me, and I followed the direction known only to myself.

Jake caught up with me and grabbed my hand

– Wait, where are you going? – he asked not knowing what was going on. – These are the bathrooms for the staff.

I smiled enticingly as understanding flooded his body. He opened his eyes wide and I grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him into the empty toilet. There was no one in it, so I locked the door, and then without thinking I bit into the hacker's mouth with as much force as I don't think I've ever had before. I was hungry for his touch, and the taste of tequila on his lips made me even thirstier. I pinned him against the wall, deepening the kiss, now tasting the different flavors of the drinks on his tongue. He fought for dominance in the kiss, but quickly gave up feeling my determination. I wanted to remind him who he was in a relationship with and who he belonged to. His hands roamed my back and finally reached my hips, which he squeezed tightly. I moaned right into his lips, undoing the first buttons of his black shirt. All evening I had to keep my mind from tearing his beautiful clothes, which made him look damn good.

– MC, what's come over you? He mumbled between kisses against my swollen lips

– You just look like a Greek God today – I croaked avoiding his gaze, but the boy didn't believe me – Okay, okay! I just don't like it when some other girl.. filrts with you?

Jake's eyes widened in question. I snorted in response.

– Don't pretend you didn't see it either. Cleo has been sticking to you since we got here. – I swallowed hard

Jake raised his eyebrows

– You were jealous of Cleo?

I didn't answer, biting the inside of my cheek. Damn, that's more embarrassing than I thought.

– You are jealous. – His tone made it clear that he was pleased with the state I was in, but there was also a note of surprise in it.

I sighed heavily, then one of my hands moved to his hair, which I lightly tugged, and the other to his throat. I tightened my grip slightly, and my wet lips began to trail kisses down his jaw and the side of his neck. I felt his heart beating faster and his hands tightened on my hips. Soon all that could be heard in the bathroom was muffled club music and his heavy breathing. After a moment, I kissed him deep on the mouth again before breaking the kiss.

– I'm not the jealous type, but what's mine is mine. – I whispered, tightening my hand on his throat a little more. I could feel his rapid pulse under my fingers. At that point, I wasn't surprised why he was always the one taking control of the bed matters. The feeling of domination was damn nice and addictive. Jake was the type of person who had to keep things under control. Every little detail. – It pisses me off when someone tries their luck with my puppy.

I said the last sentence half jokingly, half seriously - I wanted to prove to the hacker that he wasn't the only one who was a master at coming up with nicknames in situations like this. I heard his muffled chuckle, then quickly turned me around, pinning me against the wall. His lips attacked my neck and a soft moan escaped my lips. I felt his erection against my lower belly, and I couldn't help but smile. I was glad that he liked me in a different version than the one he was used to.

I pushed him away a little and he gave me a hazy look and I just smiled at him.

- I want a ride. – I bit my lip and started pushing him towards the toilet so he could sit down

Startled, he sat down and I straddled him, slowly rolling up my dress. He watched me with wet, swollen lips and drooping eyelids.God, I was ready to kill for this view.

– How do you feel about what we're going to do here? In a public restroom where anyone with a key could find us? – I whispered sensually into his ear as I tried to undo his fly

– Like a criminal. – he replied, breathing heavily. – It's more tempting than stealing state secrets.

I laughed darkly and was about to take off his boxers when we heard a loud knock. I jumped off the boy, and he was visibly flushed in the rush to zip up his fly and shirt. Well, he couldn't hide the red spots on his neck from my kisses or my rapid breathing like I did. I hastily smoothed my dress, then opened the door, ready for a reprimand from some employee. To my surprise, none other than Cleo was standing there. I closed my eyes for five seconds, letting out an angry, shaky breath, and she giggled.

– I think you've got the wrong bathroom, MC. – she said, and I looked at her with dubious faith in her intelligence. – And you were gone so long that I thought something had happened.

My patience is over. If she didn't understand any subtle signs, I had to explain it to her face. She went too far and I was able to stand up for myself.

She passed Jake and I saw that she was barely standing. She really was experiencing the engagement more than I thought. I asked my boyfriend to leave because I was going to explain to her how things were.

She smiled at me, but not as charmingly as at the black-haired girl. I smiled back and walked over to the nearby sink to wash my hands.

– It's pretty hot in there, isn't it? – she asked, trying to make some sort of conversation

I could break her nose right now if I wanted to. Or her jaw? Or would her hand be in better shape so that she could no longer touch any taken man?

MC get over yourself!

– Yes, quite. – I replied by turning off the tap and reaching for the paper. – Listen, do you like Jake?

The question came out of my mouth before I even planned to ask it. Damn, do I always have to talk first and think later?

– W-what kind of question is that? - She replied confused, trying to hide her nervousness. I shrugged, tossing the wet paper into the wastebasket.

– You know.. he is devilishly smart, he has exceptional abilities. – I began to exchange innocently, still maintaining a friendly tone of voice. I started to approach her and when I was less than half a meter away I added – And he's so handsome.

Cleo blushed and her eyes widened.

– Come on, Cleo, go ahead. – I gave her a friendly laugh and it was probably one of the most fake smiles in my entire life. I was pissed off that I only enjoyed Jake for a few days, and someone else was already trying their luck. – You weren't as discreet as you thought.

– Um, well he's alright. – she replied avoiding eye contact and my smile disappeared.

– So what the fuck you want from him? You want to fuck him? – I asked, losing my wits and patience. Cleo looked at me, and I saw how her expression was overcome by anger

– Watch your words, MC. – She threatened me and I snorted – You have such big complexes that you are afraid that Jake will cheat on you? Or maybe you see that you are not enough for him?

My lips parted slightly in disbelief at her words. Was it her thoughts for a long time, or was it just the result of her weak head for the drinks she had here? I can't remember the last time I was this fucking furious. She thought she was better for Jake?

– Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? – I asked loudly and with the fury that had been gathering in me since arriving here. – What the fuck you think you're doing? You think you're better because you're hitting on taken men? When one gets engaged to your friend, you go on to the next one? – I let out a mocking, dry laugh. –You know what I can give you. Keep your shitty nose out of other people relationships. Especially mine.

When she didn't answer, I moved even closer and said in her ear, emphasized every word.

– Get your filthy hands from my man.

Then I left it there, walking out and heading towards the table where my friends were sitting.

– We have to go. – I said, feigning a contrite and sad expression on my face, and Jake visibly swallowed, still flushed. – We'll call you and see you soon.

We said goodbye and congratulated Hannah and Thomas one last time on their engagement. Cleo didn't come until we left, which I took as my little victory.

* * *

I smiled at the sight of the hacker lying naked in our bed. He was breathing hard, and all the words he wanted to say to me died in his throat when he saw me in my underwear. Especially for this occasion, I wore a black, lace set for him, which was quite translucent, because it consisted mainly of mesh and a few stripes. I approached the corner of the bed, tilting my head slightly.

– Well.. How do you like it? – I asked, referring to our first conversation, to which he responded with a soft laugh

– I don't know what you mean. – he feigned thought, quoting my first words to him

I clucked in displeasure, then sat down in the armchair next to the bed, still watching him closely.

– You're quite saucy for the adorable puppy that you are. – I said, biting the inside of my cheek as I thought about the punishment for the disobedient boy

– If I am your adorable puppy do I get any puppy privileges? – he sneered, trying to hide his excitement under a mask of laughter, but I could see his body language that almost begged for it

– I do not think so. Only good puppies get privileges, you deserve only punishment. – I replied with a small smirk on my lips. Jake fell silent, still staring straight into my eyes. – Damn, I have so many ideas, but I can't decide on one.

Hacker gave me a questioning look, and I began to speak, modulating my voice slightly to sound more attractive.

– I could get naked and grind on your dick, watching as you squirm underneath me, every inch of dominance leaving you as you fully succumb to me, begging to put you inside of me. – I started slowly, seeing every little reaction from him to my words. His chest began to heave faster and more often, and his cock hardened even more.

– Or – I smiled – I could stay in that chair and make you watch me pleasure myself. You would hear my every moan, and all you could do was beg for mercy, to let me touch you. – I looked down at my red nails as a soft moan escaped his lips

– Or

– N-no – he purred

– Or I could do absolutely nothing but tell you all the dirty things I want to do with you right now. You don't even know how hot you are when you're whimpering and fighting for control over yourself and your desires.

– MC..

– Mm? – I clucked in displeasure at his words. – Where are your manners?

– P-please. – he stuttered, his cock twitching. I continued to stare at him expectantly until he finally understood. – Please m'am.

I licked my lips contentedly, then my hands began to roam my body. His whimpers were incredibly hot. I touched my breasts lightly, finally pushing aside the fabric of my lace panties and touching my wetness. I moaned softly, circling over my clit, feeling his eyes all over my body. He couldn't touch himself, he was doomed to watch me enjoy myself. My movements got faster and faster and my moans got louder. I opened my eyes and saw Jake staring at me with such adoration and reverence that I had never seen in anyone else. I groan at the mere sight of him, and his head tilted back in convulsions of pleasurable pain.

– Please what? – I asked, breathing heavily but slowing my hand movements, regaining control

– Let me touch you. – he whined – God, please let me touch you.

I smiled indulgently, then got up from the chair and approached the desperate man. I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. I immediately felt his hard erection which made me snarl loudly. I leaned down, placing my hand on the back of his hair to pull his head back hard. He hissed in a slight pain, and I started to plant wet kisses all the way down his throat, sucking on his most sensitive spot, which made a whimper crawl out of his throat. His hands tightened on my hips, which he began to move to get any friction. Our wet lips met again in a hungry, needy, passionate kiss. Our moans mingled to form one common rhythm.

I pulled away from his mouth and started to move my lips lower and lower, kissing his shoulders, collarbones, nicely defined muscles of his stomach. I looked up, making contact with the hacker, who looked so beautiful at that moment that I wanted to cry. I wanted to shout to the whole world that this beautiful and breathtaking man was mine. He was illuminated only by streaks of moon that streamed through the window, enhancing its otherworldly appearance. The young hacker was mesmerizing. His jet-black, now very messy hair, his godly face, his prominent clavicles, slight muscles of his arms and stomach, and the paleness of his skin. God, only you knew how delighted and lost I was in him.

I licked my lips and kissed the tip of his dick without taking my eyes off him. His lips parted and even heavier breaths came out.

– You are so beautiful – I mumbled, sending a vibration along his dick. – My pretty hackerboy.

I saw his cheeks blush, which made my heart beat even faster.

I teased the head of his cock a bit with the tip of my tongue, and as I licked the entire length of it before closing it in my mouth, I heard him curse loudly and groan.

– Oh, fuck.

I started out calmly to tease him a little more, but soon I sped up my movements, experimenting harder and moving my head faster. Jake wasn't afraid to show his pleasure, which made him even more attractive. His loud and desperate moans left me completely soaked. I felt that the boy was close to orgasm, so I stopped what I was doing and lifted my head. He looked at me with slight annoyance that I had ruined his orgasm and I gave him an innocent smirk.

– Doesn't feel so great, does it? – I asked before straddling his hips again. – Open your mouth for me.

Jake complied obediently, opening his mouth and I inserted two fingers, which he eagerly began to suck gently. I hummed contentedly, lifted my hips slightly, and started teasing him with my entrance. A muffled moan escaped his lips, and I slowly, unhurriedly lowered myself to him, feeling his length stretching me out. I groaned in delight, pulling my fingers from his mouth.Jake's eyes rolled to the back of his head.

– Fuck, MC y-you feel so good. – he gasped

– Mmm, like that? – I teased – So, I guess I can continue?

– Yes. – he barely breathed, and my hand grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at me. –Please MC. – he begged, and I felt the satisfaction of power coursing through my body

I rode him passionately, and waves of pleasure flowed through my body, bringing me closer to fulfillment. His hands were on my hips and assisted my movements, our lips connected in hot kisses every now and then and faded away in moans and the sound of our bodies bouncing. At one point, Jake rose slightly, catching me in a tight hug, his hands landing on my back. I wrapped my thighs tighter around his hips, tugging hard on the ends of his hair.

– Tell me who you belong to. – I breathed heavily into his mouth

– I'm yours and yours only. – he replied immediately, his words bringing me to orgasm, which I accepted with a loud and desperate yelp that was practically a scream. – Oh, fuck! – hacker cried as I tightened on him

– I've got my eyes only on you. – he added in a hoarse whisper prolonging my high.

With those words, I felt that he came, filling me with his cum. His eyes rolled back once more, and from his mouth came the most sinful groan I've ever had the pleasure of hearing.

It took us a few moments to calm down and control the mercilessly fast beating of our hearts. We were still in the same position, I was sitting on him, he was soothingly drawing circles on my back and I was whispering words of praise to him like "you have done very well for me", "you were amazing" and a few others that even I didn't register. Jake was flushed and very flattered by my praise, which melted my heart. This man was so unaccustomed to compliments that I decided I had to change that. Especially now when we started living together in our home.

Finally, exhausted, we lay down, lying on each other's sides so that we could see each other's faces. Jake gently smoothed a strand of my hair. Suddenly I felt the urge to cry. Damn, what if Cleo was right about me not deserving of him?

– Everything's all right? – he asked quietly, and I bit the inside of my cheek. We both agreed that if we wanted to have a healthy relationship, we had to communicate with each other. Shit, I was the one who said it, so I couldn't be a hypocrite now.

– I'm sorry if I ruined your evening. – I whispered. – You probably wanted to stay with Hannah, and I made a jealous scene..

– Stop. – he interrupted me. – Believe me, I much prefer an evening in our bed than in Aurora. And wow, I've never seen you like this.

I chuckled a little and gave him a slightly provocative look.

– Yes? And how did you like it?

– It's terrifying, but... – he leaned in and started kissing my neck. – You've never been hotter. You don't even know how power and demanding suits you.

I exhaled hotly, and his lips traveled to the place under my ear.

– You don't have to worry about Cleo or anyone else. You've got this man wrapped around your finger, MC. – he whispered, and the hoarse tone of his voice filled with love, lust and reverence made my skin crawl – You are the most fascinating person I have ever laid my eyes on. No other woman compare to you, MC. You said I look like a Greek God? Well you are Aphrodite in the flesh.

#duskwood jake #jake duskwood #jake x mc #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood game #duskwood #duskwood fandom #everbyte duskwood #duskwood mc #duskwood everbyte

[turtlesocksv2]

Liveblogging Dead Friend Forever ep 3

It's Saturday and you know what that means! That's right, it's time for our weekly look at Gay Teens Stuck In A Cult Murder Woods While A Serial Killer Who Might Be A Ghost Is Out To Get Them!

In the recap I JUST noticed that Phi is the one like "Nah you're friend probably just moved! :) It's Fine :)" before he convinces them to remake the movie and I just....Sus King.

Phi doesn't want Top to go for help alone and like...he's right! Not only is Top a coward who will probably abandon them, it's also just a dumb idea! There is a serial killer out there! If Top is alone, he is going to Get Got. Phi is being smart, actually! And Tee just straight up asks Phi if he wants Por to die and my poor Sus King stays silent. I support your murder agenda!

Tan getting Top to spill some secrets! So Top and Non had issues, you say? 👀 And the road to town is conveniently blocked you say? 👀 i feel the killer getting closer lmao RIP Top you will not be missed.

Fluke is the only one who realizes that they shouldn't disturb a crime scene. Tee is the one who says "well then let's just burn it and get rid of the evidence!" and like....what on earth did y'all do three years ago. you absolutely killed someone for the Forest Cult didn't you.

Oh ewww i really didn't need the random dog licking the corpse with gross noises. but also, don't shoo away the dog! The dog can alert you to the killer lurking! The dog will be your friend! Nothing better happen to the dog or Be On Cloud and I are gonna have Words

White didn't even want to come! He wasn't supposed to be there! It's supposed to be his day off! I like how Phi tells White to stay behind while they go try to rescue Top and Tan - because White's not involved in this. It also keeps one of the non-involved trio with Fluke, One with Top and Phi has the other group. Each group has a non-involved person to keep an eye on their shady, potentially Non-Murdering asses.

Tan made it all the way back to the Valley Mansion by himself? 👀 Ok, Sus King, we still on board the good ship Phi And Tan Are The Killer.

LOL Tee really keeps calling Phi out, it's so funny.

Tan must have hit his head or something for them to but the "by the time i got up Top AND the motorbike were gone!"

Fluke you KNOW you cannot be shaking Por like that. You are absolutely trying to kill Por before his dying guilty conscience spills the beans on what you guys did to Non. And Ooooo White stealing the hard drive with the movie on it because Fluke made him suspicious. Way to go, pulling the innocent act. You might just survive. Ah, but it's broken.

The shrine and al lthe blood is very well done very creepy. Tan's asthma is absolutely gonna get him killed tho.

Oooooh White found a gun under Por's mattress. Interesting. and he's keeping it because he doesn't fucking trust Fluke which is so smart of him.

Lol love them quadruple-teaming the masked killed. like, yes! there's way more of you than of him! But then they run away like...no! just tackle him and unmask him! there are four of you!!!

dying at Phi and Jin trapped in the box/coffin together and Phi saying he'll protect Jin.

"it's nothing why would you want to watch it hat much" because you are SUSPICIOUS as FUCK, Fluke and White is not actually stupid maybe??????? Fluke has lost his damn mind.

So we have confirmation that Por took money from someone he shouldn't have - Non, probably? Weird.

Por's rich ass family has a mansion in walking distance to the Cult Murder Shrine. So Theory: Por's rich ass family are cult members who sacrifice people. the friend group got sucked into three years ago and tried to sacrifice Non, who thought he was their friend but was basically their bullying victim. Non escaped and is now Out For Revenge and I am eagerly awaiting Unhinged Barcode. Pretty sure Phi and Tan are also Team Revenge, but it could also just be that they and Phi especially are Nosey Bitches. I support them either way.

#dead friend forever #dff the series #dead friend forever the series

[ilikepjo24]

"All Taylor Swift songs sound the same 🤡"

*slams hand on table* Experiment Time! Let's test your theory and see if it's correct or not, shall we?

Your assignment is to listen to the 10 songs I'll give you back-to-back. One song from each Taylor Swift album. The songs are in order of release, meaning the first one is from her debut album and the last one is from her more recent released album. That way you can all see how much Taylor's songwriting and production elements vary even on albums that were written one after the other.

Tied Together With a Smile from Taylor Swift (self titled debut)

The Best Day from Fearless

Long Live from Speak Now

Nothing New (ft Phoebe Bridgers) from Red

Shake It Off from 1989

I Did Something Bad from Reputation

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince from Lover

My Tears Ricochet from Folkrole

No Body, No Crime from Evermore

Karma from Midnights

I demand bonus points because none of those songs are about her love life and therefore prove, along with the fact that her songs don't sound the same, that age doesn't only write about her love life.

Tied Together With a Smile is about a friend of hers that was struggling with an eating disorder

The Best Day is a song dedicated to her mother for helping her through hard times during her childhood

Long Live is a "thank you" song for all the support she has received from her fans

Nothing New is about how media mistreats and criticizes young female artists simply for commiting the crime of being young and female

Shake It Off is Taylor saying that she doesn't let the hate of the Dads, the Brads and the Chads get to her

I Did Something Bad plays into the villain controversy surrounding Taylor Swift at that time in her career because of her beef with Kanye West

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince is Taylor sharing her concerns about the future of America with Donald Trump as the president (Lover came out on 2019)

My Tears Ricochet is about dealing with the grief of losing an important long lasting friendship and partnership because your friend and coworker sold you out

No Body, No Crime is a lyrical story in which the protagonist suspects that her best friend was murdered by her unfaithful husband after his infidelity was revealed, and killing him in retaliation (and getting away with it too!)

Karma is about Taylor's success in comparison to Scooter Braun, a man who ferociously bullied her before stealing her entire catalogue from her. She survived.

My brother in Christ, do those songs sound the same to you? I don't think so. Especially considering how some of them don't even belong to the same genre.

Thus proven.

#taylor swift #taylornation #taylor nation #anti antis

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x reader)

Words: 1495 (chapter 9)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will? UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY

Find my other accounts on ao3 and wattpad under the same name <3

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/1rSoldierSince2012

wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/1rsoldierSince2012

9. Bitter Company

"Sorry, what?" Matt mentally returns to the Café, shaking away his thoughts.

"What's the deal?"

"Uh, about your morning call-"

"It was very unprofessional of me, won't happen in the future-" you begin, but Matt puts his hand on yours across the table, shutting you up mid-sentence.

"It's all right... I... We appreciate it a lot, but we decided to take the case nonetheless of what people think. And we need you to look at a couple of things from your firm's database." Matt says softly, feeling the twitching of blood under your skin.

You look at his hand on yours, so warm, so...scarred. Bruised knuckles that had barely healed from the previous time, the skin is soft, but looks so rough and wild, so-

"Will you help us? For the sake of justice... I'm asking this not as a fellow lawyer, but as a friend, y/n."

You blink a couple of times. "But we're not friends, Murdock." You force a smile, taking back your hand to yourself. 

"For Foggy?" he tries.

"Well, is he here?" You ask in a bitchy tone.

"Please... I'll pay you." Matt pushes further, you almost spit out the coffee.

"I don't need your money. Just give me a good reason why should I help you, the man who almost ruined my career. Other than'justice'." When memories arose, you despised that word and your Lady Justice statue so much, that you wouldn't hesitate to throw it at someone.

Matt takes off his glasses, rubbing his eyes, and then puts his hand dangerously close to the plate of the cup. "I can't let another innocent person sit behind the bars. I..." He falls silent, vacant eyes wander somewhere outside the Café, you give him a hard look, noticing how weary he looks.

You sigh, "thought so. I can try to look something up, but." You pull out your laptop, "you owe me, Murdock. Big time." Matt smiles, and stands up, coming around the table to sit next to you, invading your personal space. Inhaling sharply when his thigh presses against the cut of your skirt and exposed bare skin, you open your computer, trying to pretend that nothing happened. Matt notices the change in your breathing and almost manages to hide his smirk. Sometimes being physically close to someone is exactly what helped him to get what he wanted.

"Okay, what do you need?" You open the archive database, stealing a glance at your and Matt's thighs pressed together on the small couch.

"Union Allied. Everything on them." He says, and a gust of wind, created by the words leaving his mouth, tickles your neck. 

You type in the words, waiting for a moment. "Established last year, owner is not publicly displayed... Repairing the damages in Hell's Kitchen... Former secretary, Karen Page, killed her colleague just about a day ago."

"That's it?" Matt furrows his eyebrows in thought.

"Uh, buying some construction related stuff, selling-" you wait for the sake of dramatic effect, "absolutely nothing."

"There has to be more." He leans on the table.

"Nothing else. No name of the owner, nothing."

"Okay, what about that Daniel Fisher?"

"Fisher, Fisher, Fisher..." You mutter under your breath to yourself, the thing you picked up to do while still in school and your computer was slower than a fucking snail. Matt's lips twitch a little, but he refrains from any comment, afraid that you might take that personally and leave him. "Fisher, Daniel, 35-year-old, deceased. Has worked in the Union Allied since its beginning, previously worked in another construction firm, was responsible for purchasing and delivery of materials on time. Married Jennifer three years ago, no children."

"And that's all?"

"Yeah. It seems like they want their firm to be very-"

"Out of public reach." Matt finishes your sentence, rubbing his forehead.

"Anything else?" You surf the database further, still not finding anything. A phone rings in your purse, and you see an unknown number. "Oh, sorry, may I?" You ask Matt, and he nods, already getting up to leave, but you push him back by his sleeve. "Hello?"

Matt focuses on the person on the other side. "Not Mr Benowitz, I presume?" A man asks, you recognize that voice immediately.

"Well, that depends on who you were trying to reach." You look out of the window, missing the confused look on Matt's face.

"I think I've reached just the right person."

"How sure are you, James?" You tease, taking a sip of your coffee.

"Now that you remembered me, I'm pretty positive, y/n. Pardon my manners, I hope I'm not disturbing you too much." Wesley says, walking out of Fisk's office.

"No, no, just that I'm on my lunch break."

"Oh, thought I heard some Cafe-related noise. You're alone?" He leans on the black SUV, staring at the simple building in front of him.

"No, I'm with my... Partner, actually. So, I thought you'd call earlier." You look at Matt, he seems focused on something, or very embarrassed because you didn't let him leave.

"Damn, I thought that was too soon, I wanted to uh, meet but since you have some company already... Maybe some time this week?"

"I'm actually quite busy this week, a big case coming, can't get distracted." You smile, typing in Wesley's name into the database.You just had to make sure.

"Well, don't get overworked, I'm sure your boss doesn't like when his employees get drained out." Wesley smirks to himself.

"My boss likes everything to be on time and in his favour." you say, checking Wesley's file - nothing. Just that he works in that company he mentioned. 29 years old. You narrow your eyes, he definitely looked older than that. Previously studied at Stanford University, but dropped out in the last year of it.

"I guess we're more similar than you think. So, maybe you could squeeze me in sometime next week?" Wesley asks with a honey voice, nodding at the two thugs that Fisk calls 'employees', who exited the building, coming towards him. Wesley simply calls them idiots.

"Is this your personal number?"

"Yes."

"James, I have to go now, but I'll call you then. Bye."

"Can't wait to hear your voice again, y/n." Wesley ends the call, and his facial expression changes immediately when those two finally reach him. "Boss gave you directions?" The two men nod once, and Wesley motions for them to get inside the car.

"Sorry, it's just..." you begin, but Matt is quick to shake his head, feeling a bit uncomfortable by your talk and that mysterious James guy, he almost finished his coffee.

"No, it's alright." He takes another sip. "Seeing someone?"

"No, what made you think like that?" You close your computer, turning your body towards Matt, now your knee pressed into his thigh. For the first time, you noticed how good he looked in the gray costume pants.

"You seemed... Very chatty."

"Are you jealous, Murdock?" You laugh shortly, waiting for any kind of reaction from Matt. And you get one - his cheeks get a little tinted with red.

"Don't be ridiculous, y/n" Matt tries to laugh it off, finishing his coffee in two big gulps.

"Being ridiculous is not my sphere." Stealing a glance at your watch, you notice how your lunch break is coming to an end. "Listen, I gotta go soon. You...need a lift or something?" You catch yourself in the middle of being too nice.

"Oh, no, I'm good, thank you, though. Not every day I encounter you in such good mood."

You roll your eyes, finishing your coffee as well. "You don't see me every day, Murdock. Remember, you still owe me."

"How could I forget? Just a pity that I wasted your time-"

"Enough, enough." You stand up to get ready and pay, Matt leaves your side, and in an instant you feel warmth leave with him. "Good luck on your case. It would be a pity if you fell out of the game."

"I thought you hated me." Matt smirks, putting on his coat as well.

"I didn't say that I stopped." Smiling, you take your things in one hand and wait for Matt to get ready, so you could walk him out.

"Oh, and I thought we were getting somewhere." he says, pushing his elbow towards you.

Right now you wished you could wipe that smirk from his face, but took his offer nonetheless, crossing your elbows together until you walked into the street.

"Have you questioned her already?" You ask when you both step outside.

"Yes."

"Pleads not guilty?" you ask right away, but Matt feels something nonchalant in your voice.

"She is not guilty." Matt turns to look at you with his full body.

"You haven't won the case yet, Murdock." you pull out your arm from his elbow and turn to walk away. "When's the court?"

"Wednesday."

"Well, perhaps we'll meet again."

"A kiss for good luck?" He teases, smirking like a 100 dollar bill.

"Don't play with my patience, Murdock, I don't have much left." you leave him still smiling, and shake your head, trying to control your own stupid grin.

#matt murdock #matthew murdock #matt murdock x reader #foggy nelson #karen page #james wesley #wilson fisk #marvel daredevil #daredevil #netflix daredevil #marvel #lawyers #bound by law

[fanficanatic-tw]

Kayla Hale when Allison is killed by the Oni, controlled by the Nogitsune? For the oc fandom question.

Ahhh this episode broke my heart 💔

Just before they made the plan to save Lydia, Kayla and Allison had a talk about mortality and destiny, with Allison saying she felt like she was put here for a purpose and Kayla essentially sawing "screw fate. Screw destiny". They talk about how they love each other and have worked through so much together 🥺

The battle to save Lydia at camp oak creek commences, and Kayla manages to steal an Oni's sword and get past their defences to threaten the nogitsune. He tells her he let her through, and that even if they manage to kill him, nothing - nothing - will work out in Kayla and Stiles' favour. That they won't have a life together.

Kayla turns and sees her friends failing and getting injured, so throws the sword she wanted to use against the nogitsune to impale one of them before they slice down Isaac.

Just then, Allison shoots the nogitsune with her arrow and kills it. There's no time to process this as Kayla tried to run to her friends but the nogitsune grabs her and slams her into the car as she watches the oni leap towards Allison.

She fights to escape, to warn Allison, screaming her name and her panic conjures up this blast of energy that knocks everyone down.

For a second she thinks she warned Allison in time - that her blast of power did enough to save her, but it didn't.

She's forced to watch, as the nogitsune grabs her and pins her to the car, her best friend die in Scott's arms as the nogitsune taunts her.

"You see little Hale, this is what happens when you cross me" he growled as he pressed his taut body against hers, not letting up on his grip, forcing her to watch her best friend die in her first love's arms, knowing there wasn't a damn thing she could do to stop this, "that-" he slammed his free hand next to her on the cool metal, firm body trapping her like a caged animal despite her desperate cries and pleas, her body shaking "-is just the beginning. Watch your back" and with that he let her go, watching in something close to amusement as her body slid down the length of the car, heart wrenching sobs escaping her throat, blocking out the last bloody words Allison spoke.

Yay; thanks for asking @darknightfrombeyond ❤️❤️❤️

#asks #Kayla hale #re reading the scene made me super sad #hahaha #my OC's

[jupyterdream]

Chapter 5: Lane-Emden Equation

Saturday updates, mentions of hunting.

Taglist: @kazumaple

Warnings: Reader is psychopathic, read is manipulative, it’ll mostly be cheerful until it goes down hill in later chapters, ooc, enemies to lover, friends to lovers, slow burn, a lot of scientific jargon, reader is female, female pronouns, do not interact if any of the above makes you uncomfortable.

Pairings: Kaedehara Kazuha x Reader, Tomo x Reader

You trembled at the sight of the hideous monsters. They were ugly… Disgusting! Yet somehow, even they were more bearable than some humans out there.

You felt Weak’s hand rest on your shoulder, “I-I-I-It’s o-okay G-G-G-G-Gravity… I-I-I’ll m-make s-sure those th-th-th-things won’t lay a finger o-o-o-on you…!” His hand was shaking uncontrollably, and when you looked up at his figure, his face was pale as a ghost. His eyes weren’t in focus and you could hear his teeth cluttering against each other. His entire body was trembling as he stared at the group of strange monsters in the distance. As someone who already understands the surrounding universe, his mind must be going into melt down after seeing something that he doesn’t understand. 

…Honestly, he’s more afraid than you are, and yet he’s going on about how he’ll be the one to protect you? You understand you were probably the weakest of the group, but to see him trying to comfort you while shivering like a newborn fawn made you chuckle, though you dared not to let Weak notice. 

But that’s why you wanted a guardian. You looked up at Tomoaki, who up to this point was watching you two freak out at the monsters’ existence in amusement, “What are they?”

“Hilichurs.” He hummed, “They’re not that strong, but they tend to attack people who pass by. Sometimes, they carry food and supplies too.”

“You’re not suggesting we steal from those things, are you?” Weak glared at Tomoaki. Though his voice had calmed down, his body was still shivering uncontrollably, “What if they carry disease?! Do they even know how to properly store food?! I bet most of the things they have are rotten already!”

“Relax.” Tomoaki smirked. “They’re actually pretty good about those kinds of things. Gravity, want to join me fighting them? Seems Weak is too frightened to join us.” He held out his hand for you to hold, but Weak stopped you before you took it.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Weak glared at you. “Gravity, they have weapons. It’s dangerous.” 

You blinked at him a couple of times before giving Tomoaki a sweet smile, “Don’t worry, Tomoaki will protect me. Won’t you?”

Tomoaki blushed, and he hid his face with his purple scarf once again, “Y-Yeah! You bet!” 

“Plus, Weak.” You smiled teasingly at him, “Just because you’re scared doesn’t mean I am. I can handle this.”

“What?!” He paused, “I’m not scared! I’m just–” 

“It’s settled then, come on Gravity!” Tomoaki took your hand and pulled you towards the hilichurl camp, ignoring Weak’s protests. As soon as the hilichurs noticed you two, they showed aggression and started charging at you with their weapons. None of them could get to you however, as Tomoaki cut them down as soon as they were within a 5 ft radius from you. You decided that you’d help by increasing the gravitational force in certain areas to clump the hilichurs together so that Tomoaki could cut them all down in just one swing. 

Not even a minute later, you and Tomoaki defeated all the hilichurs. He grinned at you, “Not bad.” 

You smiled back, “And your swordsmanship is something to marvel at.” You turned to check on Weak, who was staring at you two in surprise. “Are you okay Weak?” 

“... Yeah, sorry. I really was overreacting, wasn’t I?” Weak walked towards you two, hanging his head in shame, “... And I doubted you, sorry.” 

“Huh? Oh, don’t worry about it.” You smiled, “I mean, I just helped. Tomoaki was the one who actually did all the work. It’s true that if it were just the two of us, we probably would have been killed.” 

Weak smiled at you, weakly, “I guess. I still don’t trust him, but I guess.” 

“Huh?! Why not?!” Tomoaki panicked. You wondered if he’d continue protesting, but then the three of you spotted a wild boar in the distance. 

After staring at it for a few seconds, Weak nodded with determination, “I’m going to go after it.” 

Tomoaki whistled, “Those guys can be difficult. Need any help?”

“No, I need to redeem myself after all of that.” He took a crossbow from one of the dead hilichurs and approached the boar. 

You and Tomoaki watched him in silence, but when you saw that there was a substantial distance between the two of you and Weak, you whispered towards Tomoaki, “Can I ask you something?”

“What is it, doll?” 

This made the corner of your mouth twitch, “... First of all, please don’t call me a doll. Second… Were you the person who that memorial was dedicated to…?” 

Tomoaki glanced at you before looking back up towards Weak again, “... Yeah, I was honestly surprised to find myself with my body again. Pretty sure it was incinerated that day…”

You figured he meant the day he died, but you didn’t want to pry any further. “Well, have any idea how you came back to life?” 

“No.” He paused and looked at you, “I thought you did that.” 

“I think so too… But…” You looked down at your vision, “...I don’t know how I did it. Gravity isn’t really associated with bringing back the dead… Unless I altered space and time so much that you somehow popped back into existence… But that would take all the energy from the entire universe…” 

Tomoaki flattened his eyes at you, “...What does that mean?” 

You smiled at him, “It means it should have been impossible. Though, I’m glad I got to meet you.” Though not really for any pure reasons. 

Tomoaki blushed, “Ah, thanks…”

“But I have another question.” You smiled, “Why did you decide to stay?” 

“Hmmm….” Tomoaki thought about it for a bit before smirking mischievously, “Love at first sight?”

You paused and chuckled nervously, “...Thank you.”

Tomoaki looked dissatisfied at your lack of reaction. He opened his mouth to retaliate when a large Thump! Was heard nearby. Looking up from your conversation, you saw a slayn boar and a satisfied Weak grinning in front of you, “Got it.” 

“That’s amazing Weak!” You sparkled, and he seemed even more proud of himself after receiving the encouraging words. Tomoaki also nodded in acknowledgement.

“Not bad. Shall we try fishing now?” 

“Oh, yeah.” You agreed. “EM likes seafood more than meat. Speaking of which, if we can find some fruits for Strong since he likes sweet things…”

On the other hand, Weak looked shocked in the background after learning you three had more work to do. 

*****

You couldn’t deny that you felt really bad for Weak, watching him struggle to drag the bag of food you three had managed to collect for the day. You were being carried by Tomoaki while he also carried the bucket full of fish too. You could feel your body burning in embarrassment, how could you let someone carry you while your friend looks like he’s having the worst time of his life?

“T-Tomoaki, I can walk. I really can.” 

“No, you gotta take it easy, so just let me do this alright?” Tomoaki laughed, though his tone sounded like he was trying to calm down a child, which made you feel even more embarrassed. 

“Y-Yeah.” Weak called out to you mid-pant, “W-We’ll do something about your injuries back in the cave. D-Don’t… Worry… about me…” 

While you three were collecting fruits, you had managed to fall off the tree you were climbing on, and you hit the ground at fall force. Although you could tell nothing was broken, you were bleeding pretty badly from your legs and arms. The three of you decided to go back, but Tomoaki insisted on carrying you, refusing to take ‘no’ for an answer. Weak agreed with his decision, saying that your injuries could get infected if you aren’t careful.

You kept staring at Weak over Tomoaki’s shoulder, worried that he’d hurt himself. You clenched your fist in frustration. If you didn’t hurt yourself, you could have helped him carry the supplies back to the cave, and Tomoaki would have had an extra pair of hands to carry a bit more. If only you were a bit stronger, then perhaps…

Perhaps Tomoaki felt the distress coming from you, or maybe he just noticed the tightening grip on his shoulder, he looked at you who had your eyes glued to Weak, then brought his lips close to your ear and whispered, “Plus, I like having you close like this. It’s cute.”

You felt your body temperature rise immediately and you glared, “Tomoaki!! Wh-What are you–?!”

“What?! What did you do?! What did he do?!” Weak picked up his pace to match with Tomoaki’s. 

While receiving the sharp glare from Weak, Tomoaki laughed mischievously, “Nothing Dad~” 

“Dad…?! Oh you’ve done it now…! I swear, sometimes you’re more intolerable than Strong…!” 

You blinked in confusion, “But Weak, when Strong broke his leg last year, you were the first to rush to the hospital with him then refused to leave his hospital room until–”

“We don’t talk about that!” Weak glared at you now and you laughed nervously in response. Tomoaki raised his eyebrows at you two but continued going while humming a comforting tune. You glanced up at him, but he refused to meet your gaze. 

Did he do that to comfort me…?

You shook the thought out of your head, thoughts like those are dangerous as it could lead to attachment. You looked ahead towards where you were going, fearing that looking at Tomoaki could cause unneeded distractions, when you noticed something strange about the scenery. 

“We should be able to see the cave by now, right?”

Your comment made the two males pause, and Weak put down the back of food before rushing ahead of you two. “...That can’t be right, the entrance to the cave should have been here–”

A hand popped out from the stone on the cliffside and grabbed Weak, and all you heard was his frantic scream as he disappeared into nowhere. You and Tomoaki froze in confusion as he slowly approached the cliff side. The two of you examined the stone, when a head popped out of it, making Tomoaki jump in surprise. 

It was Electromagnetism, “Hehe! Did that scare you guys? Strong and Weak started wrestling each other inside, so I thought I’ll welcome you two.” 

“Electromagnetism! Wh-What’s going on?” You asked her, and with that her entire body came out of the cliff and she clapped her hands together. As if that was the secret signal, the cliffside disappeared to reveal the cave you were looking for, along with Strong and Weak wrestling each other in what you assumed were playful fighting. But you noticed that the cave had a couple of… extra stuff than how you left it.

The walls were covered in computer monitors and the breadboards, motherboards, wires and fuses were scattered across the ground. You widened your eyes in surprise while Tomoaki blankly looked at the scenery in confusion.. 

“Awesome, right?” Electromagnetism asked, “We were goofing off with our vision while we waited for you guys, when we learned that me and Strong’s powers combined had the ability to make anything we wanted as long as we knew their composition! So we started making a security system for our cave, starting with some security cameras!” 

Indeed, after closer inspection on the images on the monitors, you find that it showed the areas outside of the cave. Weak pulled Strong off of him and called out, “Couldn’t you have made desks, or beds, or literally something a bit more useful?” 

“Those darn soldiers can come at us anytime you know!” Strong exclaimed as he jumped on Weak, pinning him to the ground. “We gotta be careful!” Weak responded by pushing Strong and flipping him to his back, pinning him to the ground instead. They started to flip each other on their back in a way that made them look like a wheel. 

“Guys! Watch out!” You shrieked, but before they listened to you, the two of them hit the stone wall and held their heads in pain. 

Tomoaki and Electromagnetism ignored the two, “So how did you hide the entrance to the cave?”

Electromagnetism grinned, “Oh! I used my own vision for that! See, I made these laser and mirror contraption that I placed by the entrance, then using electromagnetism, I placed the photons juuuuust right to make it look like just another wall rather than an entrance to the cave.”

You ran towards Strong and Weak, making sure they didn’t hurt themselves too much. You helped the two up, and when you did, Strong exclaimed enthusiastically, “Next up! I vote to make a mixing station so we can have some cocktails!” 

“You gotta be kidding me.” Weak held his head, this time out of disbelief rather than pain. 

“Oh, also! We found a kitty! Can we keep him? Huh? Huh?” Electromagnetism held up a white cat towards you and Weak. Weak jumped at what he assumed was a surprise attack, while you stared at the small creature with curiosity. 

“Where did you find him…?” You asked. 

“Actually, he came to us!” Electromagnetism grinned, “We can keep him, right? Right? Pleaaaase?” 

A pair of hands swooped the white cat away from Electromagnetism and the four of you paused in surprise. Tomoaki cradled the cat in his arm, then placed him inside his kimono by his chest, and then smiled to the four of you, “I’ll take care of him, so can we keep him?”

Strong held his hand up, “I vote we keep the cat! And I’m the leader so my vote is final!” 

“It’s not like I was against the idea but…” Weak twitched, “...You know what? Whatever. Fine. Keep the stupid cat.”

Tomoaki laughed and scratched the cat under his chin, “Hear that Tama? You can stay too.” 

Strong nodded, “Tama? Oh, I love it! Tomo and Tama!” 

Tomoaki paused, “Tomo?” 

“Yeah, short for Tomoaki. Do you like it?” Strong sparkled. Tomoaki blinked a couple of times before giving an endearing smile, as if he remembered a fond memory. 

“Yeah, I like that.”

#tomo x reader #genshin x reader #The Villain Named Gravity

[a-pale-azure-moon]

Welcoming the first snowfall of the winter where I live today. Big puffy flakes are currently falling outside my window, and it's sticking to all the trees and power lines. I dread the onset of winter a little more each year, but even on my most cynical days, I do still think there's something magical about a fresh snow. After all the colorful fall leaves disappear, the world's just nothing but drab grays and browns, so when it gets coated in fresh white like this, it truly transforms the landscape.

I'm trying to work on fic today too, so the snow seems even more appropriate. The children of Faerghus probably anticipate the first snow with eagerness, jumping out of bed all excited to play in it. Their parents probably grouse and grumble about the cold and needing to clear the snow from the front steps of their houses. Or how the cold and snow in general just makes all of their daily tasks harder.

Thinking about the royal castle in Fhirdiad, snow clinging to its towers and spires. Castle servants sweeping walkways in the gardens and shaking snowflakes out of the blue banners. Extra wood is thrown onto all the fireplaces to keep the drafts under control. The windows frost up and have to be wiped clean to let in the pale sunlight.

Young Dimitri wakes to new snow with excitement. If his friends are around, they all run out into the yard to play, having snowball wars and practicing their weapons training under the new slipery conditions. If none of the other Lions are around, Dimitri pesters his father to come outside for just a little while, and Lambert always eventually caves.

Teenage Dimitri looks at the snow with regret, as it's the sign of another year's passing where he still hasn't found answers for the Tragedy. He thinks on past memories of happier days and buries his loneliness under his smile.

Adult Dimitri, wandering in exile, finds that the snow makes Imperial battalions easier to hunt, as they don't cover their footprints and they didn't come equipped to deal with Faerghus winters. He steals resources from their camps after destroying them, and those rations help him survive the winter. When the blizzards come, he takes shelter wherever he can find it and bitterly wonders if the weather will kill him before his vengeance quest does. The howling winds carry the cries of his lost loved ones as they remind him of his failures and weaknesses.

King Dimitri, returned to his rightful place, anticipates his peoples' need for more resources when the winter comes, and makes sure more firewood and bread are available for anyone who requires them. He takes breaks from paperwork by going to the training yard, the rookie soldiers marveling at how their king looks like he's dancing in the snowflakes as he goes through his lance drills. Late at night, after a hard day's work, he climbs into bed next to Byleth and they fall asleep cuddled together.

#holy kingdom of faerghus #blue lions #fandom ramblings #3H headcanons #snow often puts me in a contemplative mood #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #had to sneak a smattering of dimileth in there at the end

[notyetjae]

Yooo hope your having a good day 😎, can I request a headcanon with the arcane gals with an s/o who's a bounty hunter? Thank you! And don't forget to drink water 💧💧

Arcane girls with a bounty hunter s/o

Includes: Jinx, Vi, Sevika x gn!reader

Warnings: Violence, readers a bounty hunter expect some death and torture, suggestive themes for Sevika's part

a/n: Had so much fun writing this, sorry it took a while, had some irl stuff ^-^

Jinx

Silco hired you occasionally for quick jobs, so you'd rarely spent time in office unless you were picking up your payment or getting details on a hit.

But after he permanently brought onto his team, you'd spend a few good hours listening to his boring plans and business rants, you're eyes wandered the room, eventually spotting a girl around your age laying on a support beam, shortly after that you become friends and then more than friends

She was completely captivated with your job, in her mind you were like some god-like ninja that got paid for blowing stuff up and killing people

When you pointed out that you had the same job as Sevika her jaw went slack and she let out a very dramatic gasp,

"No, no! But you're like cool!"

She always begged to go on jobs with you, claiming that her bombs would get it done way faster, you rarely let her come with you and if you did you had to shake her down for any explosives.

Once the two of you became closer and began staying at each other's houses, swapping clothes, sleeping in the same bed, typical couple stuff, Jinx would frequently steal your knife or gun holsters to decorate them, covering the dark stained leather in bright splotches of color and her signature.

If you have a rough day she tries her best to cheer you up, bringing you something new she's working on or stealing a bag of candy so you can snack on it while the two of you chat, she thought she wasn't the best at comforting people but her presence is comforting enough.

Vi

Vi has done her fair share of crimes, she knows what it's like on the streets, how dangerous and relentless people can be, she often worried about your safety, even though you weren't working under anyone she couldn't shake the thought of someone forcing you to kill

Nonetheless she always supported you, once a month she'd run a bath before you got home from work and made your favorite meal, it was something you looked forward to and gave you a reason to keep fighting

You trained together a ton, after you moved into an apartment together you turned the guest bedroom into a home gym.

Vi matched your skill level so training fight either went on for 30 minutes or ended in a bloody nose,

"You keep doin' that and I'm gonna turn into a masochist" "You ARE a masochist."

When it came to safer missions, like retrieving items or kidnapping people, you'd bring Vi along, mostly just so you could let blow off some steam by punching assholes in the face.

Sevika

wifey time

She was the one that suggested you'd join her profession, she knew your skills and how tired you were of staying home reading the same books over and over again

She kept her eye on you for the first few months, coincidentally she always managed to be on the same mission on you, she definitely told silco to hook her up

She knew how emotionally tolling the job could be on you, especially since you were new to it all, she's not the best at comforting people but she'll be by your side with her human arm over your shoulder, her presence more comforting than any words could ever be.

Sevika LOVES teaching you tips and tricks, at first it caught you off guard that she was talking casually about such morbid topics, but then you found yourself arguing about the quickest and cleanest way to kill someone.

"Jesus did you shove your hand in a blender?" "Nope, just punch hard." "You ever considered uh I dunno, a weapon?"

Similarly with Vi, Sevika will train with you all the time, it's never a fair fight with that arm of hers, and she TOTALLY doesn't deliberately pin you to the floor or a wall just to see you squirm and whimper.

Torturing people together <3

Knife collections for Christmas, patching each other up on new years day.

another a/n: finishing this at 8am in my country call that the daily grind 💀💀

#arcane #arcane lol #vi x reader #jinx #sevika x reader #caitlyn #jinx x reader #sevika lol #sevika #vi #vi arcane #arcane fluff #♡Zai's headcanons

[ynscrazylife]

The One to Unite us All | chap. 1

Series Summary: Y/N was once an Eternal until she was killed — or at least that’s what Ikaris told his teammates. But he had a reputation for lying, didn’t he?

Chapter Summary: The Eternals realize something about their past teammate.

Note: All of the Avengers are alive.

Request to be on a taglist (or multiple) here! (Taglists are at the end of the fic)

Main Masterlist | MCU Masterlist #1 | MCU Masterlist #2

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“Sersi,” Phastos said, taking a tentative step towards his teammate. They had succeeded: the Emergence was prevented and Ikaris and Sprite had left, however the one who saved the day didn’t seem too thrilled about it. Well, who could blame her? The man she loved and her best friend had betrayed her — but Phastos sensed that something else was going on.

Sersi turned to face him, and to face the entire team, who seemed to pick up that something was going on. She was clearly troubled, deep in thought as she kept her gaze trained on the floor. “I could sense each of you when we linked,” she muttered, shaking her head.

The rest of the team shared a confused glance. “Wasn’t that the point?” Druig asked bluntly, receiving a light smack from Makkari.

This brought a chuckle to Sersi’s lips. She looked up, carefully viewing each member of her team — her family — individually. “I felt you all, plus Ikaris, Sprite, and the Celestial, but there was someone else . . . I think — Y/N,” she revealed, hesitant to say that name.

This got everyone’s attention. Y/N had been the “second youngest” as the team always said, a young adult who was always energetic and had been devastated after the team had went their separate ways. She shared Druig’s thoughts about humanity — that they couldn’t stand aside and watch them die. Ikaris had told them that she had died about a decade back, after she got involved in a human fight, trying to protect them.

They had all loved Y/N. She held a special place in everyone’s hearts — a daughter to Thena, Gilgamesh, and Phastos, a younger sister to Sersi and Ikaris, a best friend to Druig and Makkari, and an older sister to Sprite. Ikaris’s story was believable . . . Until now.

“She died,” Thena reminded them, crossing her arms as she moved closer to the group. A frown was etched into her skin, digging her deeper emotions inside.

‘Ikaris doesn’t have the best track record for telling the truth’ Makkari pointed out through sign.

“You’re sure you felt her?” Phastos asked, not ready to cling onto false hope.

Sersi thought, closing her eyes. She remembered how she connected to them all. She remembered feeling a presence she hadn’t felt in a long time — it was confusing, emotional, shocking, but it was there. And it was familiar. Something about that presence reminded her of a time in the late 1990s. She and Y/N had met up to go on a walk and Y/N had used her powers to keep a dying garden they saw alive.

“I’m sure,” Sersi said confidently, opening her eyes.

This caused a shift, a new light, in everyone.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Kingo said, clapping his hands and gaining everyone’s attention. “Let’s go find Y/N.”

— — — — — — — — —

There was nothing about the day that would clue the Avengers in on that something abnormal would occur. After saving the world and defeating Thanos, they decided to slow down on the superhero business. However, they did come together to reunite and have a fun day together. All situated themselves in a new tower Tony had bought, content to catch up with each other’s lives.

So when Y/N had suddenly floated into the air, gold cosmic energy encircling her, no one had known what to think. They knew of her powers, how she had a run-in with cosmic energy as a teen (her father had been an astronaut), but this was something that no one had ever seen before. Y/N had never said anything about it.

They all watched their teammate in awe but also in horror, having no idea what was happening. “Y/N,” Natasha was the first to say, standing up. When she didn’t respond, the others joined, calling out to her. They asked if she could hear them, if she was okay, what was happening, if they could help.

They only got an answer when she plummeted to the ground, landing uneasily on her knees, hands planted on the ground. Almost immediately, her team encircled her.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Steve asked, bringing her back to present-time. She blinked, taking deep breaths, trying to block out the pain.

“I’m—I’m okay,” she said, looking up at them all. Her eyes grew wide as she realized something and her jaw dropped. “Oh my god. I remember. I remember everything.”

The Avengers looked at each other in confusion. “What do you remember?” Natasha asked kindly.

“I’m not—I’m not Y/N Y/L/N. I’m just Y/N. I’m an Eternal. Ikaris and Ajak erased my memory when, as they said, I became a threat to the Emergence. I was using my powers in different ways, I was becoming stronger. They created a bond to gain more power from the cosmic energy. Gave me a new life,” she explained, her words slow, knotting her brows together as she combed through her own recollection.

The Avengers shared a glance, unsure of how to respond. How were they supposed to, anyway?

“Uh, guys,” Sam said, and everyone looked over to see him watching the television. They all turned to it, seeing a man (the director of Kingo’s movie) talking about the Eternals as footage of their fight against Ikaris and to save the Emergence showed. Everyone’s eyes widened when they saw the Eternals with that gold cosmic energy encircling them, just like it had to Y/N.

Tony looked back at Y/N, who was sitting in shock as she took in all her memories. “We’ve got some calls to make,” he commented.

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