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brbsoulnomming · 9 months

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 1

By the time Eddie is twelve, going to live with his uncle in a trailer in Hawkins, he only has a dozen or so words from his soulmate.

It used to make him guilty, that his soulmate was the kind of person who rarely lied, getting stuck with Eddie who spit lies out like they were the shells of sunflower seeds. Then it made him angry, that he only had a handful of shit like he did it! and I already washed my hands. A small spattering of normal kid shit, while Eddie had to say things like no, officer, I don't know where my father is and Mom's just not feeling well today, Mrs. Anderson.

Then, a year or so before his dad got caught for good, he got It's nothing, I just tripped and Yeah, Mom, I understand, I know he won't do it again and he thought - maybe his soulmate is the kind of kid who knows sometimes it's just better not to say anything.

Eddie can understand that.

Living with Uncle Wayne is - hard. It's hard because it isn't hard, not the way it should be. It makes Eddie say more things that he knows his soulmate will see on his skin, things like I never wanted to be here anyway, and I want to be alone, just leave me alone.

His uncle is endlessly patient, and it grates on his nerves because he wants it. He wants it so bad to be real, but he just - keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to be too much.

For Eddie to be too much for him.

It comes to a head one night when Eddie's mad at him over something or other, asks why he's doing all this.

"You're my kid, and that means I'm not going anywhere," his uncle says, all gruff and raw honesty, and Eddie can't bear it.

"You don't think your soulmate's going to get tired of all these lies that keep showing up?" he snaps, even though he regrets it the moment it's out of his mouth.

He regrets it even more when there's a heavy, aching silence, and he finally looks up at his uncle, eyes wide and terrified as he thinks this is it, he's finally gone too far -

"It's not a lie," Uncle Wayne says finally, holding Eddie's gaze. "You hear me? It's not a lie. I'm not going anywhere."

Eddie nods, and his uncle relaxes a little, then grimaces, like he isn't sure he wants to say anything else.

"I don't have anyone for lies to show up on, anyway."

He says it like it doesn't matter, but Eddie bursts into tears anyway.

Not everyone has a soulmate. The majority of people do, but it's not uncommon for people to never have words written on their skin. In school, they teach that it doesn't mean you can't be happy, it doesn't mean you can't find love. They teach about soulmate bonds that didn't work out - there's whole plays and novels and movies written about that kind of tragedy and misery, after all.

But sometimes there's still an undercurrent of pity, of bitterness. Outside of school - or inside it, when it isn't the teachers talking - some people say there's something wrong with people who don't have soulmates, some people say that they were meant for bigger and greater things.

Some people say that soulmates are supposed to be between a man and a woman, and every time someone who's queer gets a soulmate, it's because they stole them from someone else.

And Eddie doesn't believe that, not really, but he can't help but wonder if maybe his uncle does, and he can't stop crying.

Now his uncle is the one who looks terrified.

"Son, come here, it's all right, it really is." Uncle Wayne gathers him up in his arms, holds him close the way no one's ever done for him before, and just lets him cry and cry and cry.

Later, Eddie thinks about just letting it go, but - he has to know, he just does.

"Do you think someone stole your soulmate from you?" he asks as he's washing dishes, not looking at his uncle and hoping it doesn't sound anything like do you think someone like me stole your soulmate from you?

Uncle Wayne scowls. "That's a load of horseshit, is what I think. No one can control whether they have one soulmate or two or none, and it doesn't make someone greedy or a thief."

Eddie opens his mouth, then closes it again. He's known about people with two soulmates before, of course, the same way he knows about people with none - and he's heard the comments about them being greedy same as he's heard comments about them being lucky, or a dozen other things people've theorized to explain it. It's just that it doesn't really tell him what he'd wanted to know, and he can't figure out how to ask without being more specific.

Uncle Wanye is looking at him real close, though, and there's something like a quiet acceptance that flashes over his features.

"No one can control who their soulmate is," he says softly. "Whoever yours is - they were meant for you in a way they aren't meant for anyone else. Love like that can't be stolen, kid, it can only be given."

He thinks about that for a long moment, then nods. "Okay."

"Good," his uncle says gruffly. "Now finish those up and get off to bed."

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First part of a Steddie and platonic Stobin soulmates AU I'm working on, where any lie you tell gets written on your soulmate! No idea how long this is going to be - it was supposed to be a oneshot but it just keeps growing, so I wanted to share at least the first bit of it.

Now with Part 2

#steddie #Steddie fic #eddie munson #Wayne Munson #Steve harrington #Soulmate au

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jjsmaybank20 · 7 months

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hiii 😊 i have a request!

celeb!reader x jenna pretty please

reader and jenna unfollow each other on socials and everyone’s confused because they think they broke up, but in reality jenna beat them at uno or wtv (something simple)

& reader goes live and everyone’s like “oh em gee did u and jenna break up” blah blah blah

that’s all i got my brain can’t think of anything else

thank u! and i luv u! 🤭

Celebrity News

Jenna Ortega x GN!Reader

Summary: Everyone thinks that you and Jenna broke up, but in reality, she's just a sore loser.

Warnings: literally all fluff, and my shitty writing

Word Count: 757

A/N: This is for u, bby! Pardon my shitty pic editing, ur much better at it than I am.

Swear to god I thought I posted this yesterday, but I guess not. Enjoy!

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BREAKING CELEBRITY NEWS: DID ACTORS Y/N Y/L/N AND JENNA ORTEGA BREAK UP?

This past weekend, fans of Jenna Ortega and Y/N Y/L/N were shocked when the couple unfollowed each other on social media. The couple (who had been going strong for almost a year) have earned a special place in fans hearts, making this news even more heartbreaking. We still don’t know why they have unfollowed each other, but it can’t be good.

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JennaOrtegaNews: I can’t believe they broke up! They seemed so in love. My heart is broken right now.

y/ns_lover: Noooo! They were my OTP!!!

Scream47: Maybe Jenna will date me now

Bebop218: You’re funny Scream47

ChristianMom: Good riddance. Those two were actively against God. Finally some balance has been restored.

y/n&jenna4life: Get ur homophobic ass outta here

JennaOrtegaWifey: Gonna miss them so much. Hope they’re doing okay.

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You sit on your bed, bored out of your mind. Jenna was in the kitchen making some food for the two of you. You think about doing a livestream, and you walk towards your girlfriend to run the idea by her. When you enter the kitchen, you see her dancing around, making you smile softly to yourself.

You wrap your arms around from behind, making Jenna jump slightly before melting into your arms. You sway with her for a second before pressing a kiss to her temple, which makes her turn around so that she can press a soft kiss to your lips.

When you break apart, you finally remember why you came into the kitchen in the first place. “Baby, do you want to do an Instagram live with me?” She nods her head and says, “As long as I can keep cooking.” You grin at her before setting up your phone.

Jenna is out of the frame when you begin the livestream, making you realize that you want to surprise the fans. You signal for her to stay as quiet as possible and stay out of frame, and she nods in understanding. You watch the number of people watching shoot up faster than it ever has, catching you slightly off guard.

“Did something happen?” You mutter to yourself, trying to catch some information from the comments speeding past. Finally, a couple of them slow down. I can’t believe you and Jenna broke up! You choke on your spit when you read that, now really confused.

“Who said we broke up? Where’d you hear that?” The comments continue to stream past, most of them interpreting your reaction as not knowing that the news of the break up had gotten out. Really though, you were just lost.

Finally a comment stops on your screen that explains everything to you. You two unfollowed each other on Instagram. Didn’t you break up? You let out an exasperated sigh, realizing what had happened. You glance over at Jenna, who is still occupied with her baking, none the wiser as to what is going on in the livestream.

You pick your phone up and point it at her, making the viewers become extremely confused in the comments. “This little shit was mad that she lost at Monopoly, so she unfollowed me on Insta. I unfollowed her in revenge.” Finally Jenna realizes you’re talking about her, and when you say this, she turns around with an offended look on her face.

“You liar!” She then snatches the phone from you and shoves her face right up in the camera. “This liar actually cheated at Monopoly, and that’s a fact. It’s the only way she could have beaten me.” You roll your eyes, easily taking your phone back. “Or maybe you’re just really bad at Monopoly.”

Jenna thinks about it for a moment before shaking her head and turning back to the oven. “Not possible.” You laugh before finally turning back to the livestream. Messages of relief and amusement are flooding the screen, and you have to giggle at some of them.

It’s okay y’all! Mom and Dad are fine.

That was a close one! false alarm.

Yeah, they’re okay. Fighting like 8-year-olds again.

Finally, you decide to sign off of the livestream. “Thanks for checking in, you guys! Jenna and I are fine, no worries. Hope you guys are doing great and have a wonderful day!” When you shut it off, you turn to Jenna and wrap your arms around her.

“We almost started some massive celebrity news by accident, babe.” Jenna giggles to herself, making you smile. Yeah, you would have to be an idiot to let her go.

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rodolfoparras · 7 months

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Ough old man price with a probelmatically young s/o who lowkey is obsessed with him. Like, reader literally brightens up at the sight of Price and has probably left in the middle of multiple conversations just to hang out with him.

Like maybe reader is also easy to get jealous and needs price to comfort them and it delves into soft smut as Price rides reader to prove that no one else can get him hard like reader can 😳😳

(can i be 🖼 anon?)

Hello sugar of course you can be 🖼️ anon🫶🏻 and I really really really liked this idea and not bc I have daddy issues or anything also I love doing these spitballs bc I will write them in one short sitting and I never know the direction they’ll take so this is Price and troublemaker reader before they got together

Thinking about Price being known as the captain to pick up strays, always willing to give everyone a second chance, even those that have been deemed the worst, someone very much like you.

No one really knows the reasons as to why you’ve been kicked out of so many squads, all Price knows is that he isn’t having any of it.

He sees potential in you, knows you can make a great soldier, wants you to prove yourself to him and of course you do so. You went from being called the soldier that always get kicked out to being called Price’s boy. However off the field you are an absolute menace, riling everyone up on base til they’re hot on your heal lunging for your neck while you’re doing your best to escape them.

Price had heard some whispers here and there but not thinking they were anything serious he choose to brush them off especially when he couldn’t see any trace of that behavior when he was around. However he’s in for a harsh wake up call when you stir the pot so much he’s called in for an emergency disciplinary meeting, with you sitting next to him looking like a kicked puppy, and as soon as you’re out of the room, you’re hot on his heels apologizing, and promising to never cause such mess again but he won’t speak to you. This goes on for days where Price won’t speak to you, and only giving you looks of disapproval when you try to approach him.

It eats and eats and eats at you until you no longer can take it and decide to speak to 141 about it, trying to find a way to apologize to him. Even though they give you greats tips and tricks on how to soften the harsh exterior he’s put up, bottom line is that you have to learn from the mess you’ve made.

The words sit like a rock in your shoe especially when Price starts spending more time with the new recruit. Sure it is to mentor him, he is new after all but you can almost visibly see yourself being replaced.

“Price’s boy is being replaced” a soldier jokingly says while patting you on the back.

In an attempt to drown your sorrows you drive to the nearest pub on base, only to drink yourself halfway to death and having to rely on the older man drive you back to base. He’s absolutely furious behind the wheel, brows pinched together and spit flying from the harsh words he’s speaking. “Are you out of your mind, boy?? What were you thinking, getting drunk and acting this way?!”

It’s then the floodgates finally open and you find yourself sobbing in the passenger seat telling him how you’re so sorry for acting this way, for embarrassing him like this, to please not be mad at you, to please not replace you with the new recruit.

And Price is taken by surprise quickly stopping the car to the side and gently grabbing you by the shoulder tone ever so soft as he tries to calm you down.

“Hey hey easy easy” he says as he caresses your cheek “deep breathes there we go, good boy” he says still caressing your face “better?” He asks and you just nod your head sobs reduced into sniffles “good let’s take you home yeah?” He says giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze and once again you nod, unable to actually muster up words to respond to him.

He quickly drives you back to base, coaxes you into taking a shower that manages to sober you up and brings you a small snack before he sits down next to you on bed.

“Earlier,” he says swallowing roughly, “you said something about replacing you? What did you mean by that?”

You just shrug in response, feeling too embarrassed to share your thoughts.

“Speak, boy” he says and just the use of the word, the one you haven’t heard him use in so long has you singing like a bird for him “I guess, I guess I just thought you’d kick me out, that you finally had enough of my shit and-“

“That I’d replace you with someone else?” He says, meeting your gaze beneath long black lashes.

You just nod your head before you look away.

“Hey, talk to me, why did you think I was replacing you with the new recruit?”

“Because you wouldn’t patrol with me anymore, you asked soap if he could sparr with me instead and..” you continue stating reasons while flailing your arms in the air, feeling sadness bubbling up in your gut once again along with the alcohol you stomached in one day.

“Sounds like you were jealous” he says in a playful tone, trying to ease the mood while chuckling at his own comment.

However you don’t laugh along with him swallowing nervously while glancing back at him.

“You were jealous?” He says again, voice now low and sounding much more serious.

“Maybe” you croak out and shrug your shoulders watching his eyes widen in surprise before his gaze flicks between your eyes and lips.

Spitball w/ me?

#alec answers #🖼️ anon #scribbles #John price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #call of duty #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain price x male reader #captain John price x reader #captain price #captain price x reader

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ravixen · 2 months

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Hi!!! I really love your werewolf au like no joke and I can't get enough of itttt. I wanted to request like a situation where members found out their mate was injured by another pack (for the members: seungcheol, mingyu, hoshi, dino andddd woozi!!) Thank you, ly and your writing lotss and have a great day <33

svt + injured s/o

➔ reaction || werewolf!au

➔ warnings: mentions of violence & injuries || 1.2k words ➔ notes: gen, fluff, comfort ; hi again! if you like this energy, i recommend my reactions for svt + protecting you (y/n is being threatened by another shifter!!), + your werewolf ex (another good one!!), and + smelling like other pack; there's a similar theme of protection. (you can look for them on my masterlist!! sometimes the #werewolfau tag doesn't work.) but i like the specificity of this prompt, even though it's not reeeally werewolf!au. i hope you still like it!

SEUNGCHEOL: oh, they have a death wish. everyone knows that seungcheol will go to the ends of the earth for his people, yet some runt decided to put hands on his partner? he's furious, but to be honest, he's a little mad at you, too. when you get home, you don't even bother hiding your scratched up sleeves. you spit into the sink, blood from your split lip splattering against the basin before being washed away. and then you have the audacity to grin over your shoulder and go, "should've seen the other guy." yes, he's proud of you for fighting back with everything you had, and yes, he knows that you're strong, but you're still a human against a supernatural being. you were lucky that this other pack member was a young one, still growing into his strength. after helping you get cleaned up—your shirt unfortunately goes straight to the bin—he throws on his jacket and tracks down this other guy immediately. and wow, you were not kidding, you did a number on your opponent, who nurses their wounds as yet another pack member watches on. "I don't have anything else to add," he says, shrugging. "looks like you learned your lesson, but just in case, know that if you try this again..." he takes a step closer, hands casually in his pockets, and it's enough to make everyone flinch. "I won't hesitate to return it tenfold."

SOONYOUNG: he has to literally be held down by jihoon and mingyu. he's pissed, but he can't decide if he wants to beat up whoever did this to you or stay by your side the entire time. luckily, you make the choice for him by shooing away his friends. they let go with reluctance but hover in case anything happens. you're an angel, he realizes—you're the one hurt, but he's shaking in anger and you're making sure he's okay. "I'm fine!" you say, reaching out for his hand. he can't take it, though. his hands are fists by his side, and he's sure he's breaking skin with how hard he's clenching them. so instead, you cup his face, thumbs smoothing out the tension between his brows. you're not fine. he can see red marks along your collar, though less red now that jeonghan's applied some ointment, and in a few hours, they'll start blooming into bruises that'll serve as a reminder of his incompetence. he sets his jaw, and you feel the movement beneath your palms. "really, I'm okay, soonyoung. I'm alive." he gives a short huff of a laugh before grumbling, "that's the bare minimum." he leans into your touch like you're absorbing the fire in his veins. "I don't want you to stop going out—they shouldn't feel like they won—but let's brainstorm, okay? weapons? sprays? more silver jewelry?"

JIHOON: "hey, are you and minghao still by the mountains right now?" he blinks in surprise at seungcheol's sudden question. why bother calling for something so simple? he leans his forearms over his bike's handlebars, and a few feet ahead, minghao waits patiently with a granola bar in his mouth. "yeah, you need something? ...uh, we're about ten minutes away from that park. why? ...minghao? sure." he passes the phone off to his friend, wondering why seungcheol is being so vague and cryptic, but it must be important because minghao's expression hardens. "you got it. you want me to tell him now or wait until we get there?" okay, now they're both being suspicious. minghao glances at him out of the corner of his eye before putting the phone on speaker. "minghao's in charge of talking to them, alright? jihoon, you're there for the physical threat." which is strange because he's not a fighter. "make sure hao keeps control." seungcheol hangs up with one last instruction: "give 'em hell, jihoon." he can't make heads nor tails of this, but he doesn't question it when seungcheol's giving out orders so seriously. then his phone dings and his heart drops. it's a picture of you, grimacing as wonwoo bandages up what are clearly scratch marks. give 'em hell? oh, jihoon's about to make them pray to a god they don't believe in.

MINGYU: he does not care about seeking revenge. actually, that's a misleading sentence. he cares about it, but he'd rather delegate that responsibility to the others, fully trusting that they would take care of it better than he would. and judging by seokmin's stormy expression as he left with a few others, mingyu's friends are almost as mad as he is. but now you're waking up from your nap and he doesn't have time to worry about what's happening on the other side of town when your eyes are fluttering open and looking for him. "I'm right here," he reassures you, helping you sit up and drink some water. "does it still hurt?" you shake your head. "not as much as before. it's mostly a dull ache in my shoulder, but I don't want to move it too much." you prod at the area and hiss sharply, and he grasps your hands in his. "maybe...don't try that again." at least you're laughing. he tries to, too, but the sound comes out warbled, like he's holding back tears. he knew that getting you involved in his world would be dangerous, but seeing you injured because of him confirms every fear he ever had. he tightens his grip on your hands. "why don't we change your bandages and watch a movie or something, hm?" anything to take his mind off of it.

CHAN: you properly dressed the wound before you met up with him so that his sensitive nose wouldn't pick up the smell of blood, but he's not an idiot—he can clearly see you favoring your left leg, and of all things, you're on a walking date. he nods at the nearest park bench. "sit down, y/n." you wrinkle your nose at being caught, and before you've even sat down, there's excuses flying out of your mouth. he's not listening; he's focused on rolling down your sock and finding a giant bandage and gauze right above your ankle. he doesn't want to pick it off to look at the damage, but even without x-ray vision, he feels like he knows what this is. "so I'm guessing this isn't a normal injury," he says calmly, not letting his tone betray his assumptions, "because you would've told me about it. did you go to that area that I said was off-limits?" "not exactly, but...yeah. close. I guess close enough." you wince. "it's not that bad!" he rolls your sock back up. "there's been reports of territory pushing there. if they attacked you, that's grounds for retaliation." he finally looks up and cracks a smile. "what's with the sad face? I'm not mad at you. why don't we go home, hm? and you can tell me what happened." he's surprisingly mature about the whole situation, and that unnerves you. good. it's going to be worse for his opponent.

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chvnnie · 1 year

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soft dom cocky Chan? All she wants is to suck him off but he wants more?

this is my favorite genre of chan

SMUT — MINORS DNI

You really didn’t mind when Chan put his hands on your hips, fingers hooking through your belt loop and pulling you closer to him. Standing in between his spread legs, one hand on his chin to keep it still. It was when he started to get a little more handsy, sneaking on behind you to grope your ass that it became a problem. Making you flick his forehead.

“Ouch—“

“Cut it out.”

“Sorry.” He mumbles, but the smile twitching on his plush lips tells you he’s anything but. It’s impossible to be mad at him when he’s looking up at you, brown eyes laced with fondness staring up at you. “Your ass just looks great in these jeans.”

You scoff, moving out of his hold to grab a new brush and eyeshadow platte. “Close your eyes and stop bothering me while I’m trying to work.”

Though the former is no problem, it’s nearly impossible to keep his hands off you. It’s pointless to scold him, to knock his hands away. Chan is going to do whatever he wants to do, and you’re really in no position to complain. Especially when his warm hands start to gently knead your flesh over your jeans. His touch always makes you feel like staticky, almost distracting you from why you were so annoyed with him.

He tried to convince you that everyone is behind schedule, that it isn’t his fault. It’s a bullshit lie; the other members were in and out, barely sitting in your chair for more then twenty minutes. It was Chan that was behind, too caught up on his new project that he lost track of time. He barely got his stage pants on before he was dragged into hair, then pushed in the tiny dressing room you’ve set up shop in.

Then he wanted to kiss you. Tell you how he kept trying to sneak away to visit you, but he just got so busy, baby. Pushes his lips into a pout. Don’t be too upset with him, okay?

Literally, you couldn’t care less about that. You’re frustrated that he’s late, giving you only eleven minutes to get him stage ready. And he keeps trying to waste it by touching you, kissing you. Distracting you from your job.

Six minutes have passed, and your applying color to his lip when there’s a knock on the door. Five minute warning.

“Let me just touch up your eyeliner—“

“It looks fine.”

“No, Chan—“

“We only have five more minutes, baby.” He says in a soft voice, pulling you closer until your knees hit the chair. Forcing you to sit in his lap. “Let’s do something else.”

You sigh, putting your hands on his chest to try and push away. It’s a bad idea; skin so soft against your palm, muscles so broad and firm. Mouth watering, you swallow before shaking your head. “You don’t have time.”

“I can make it.” Chan’s hands slip in your back pockets as his lips brush against yours. Slowly, almost teasing before he lets them connect. “I didn’t get enough of your cunt this morning. Don’t let me go on stage frustrated.”

When you sigh, he knows he’s won you over.

“Fine.” You start to move out of his lap, dropping to your knees between his leg. “But only head.”

Is it because your on a time crunch? Or do you just miss the smile he gives you? The condescending way he says “Sure, baby”? Or are you just too focused on the tent in his tight pants, cock already rock hard from just some heavy petting?

He lips his hips to help you pull his pants down, cock springing out and hitting his defined abdomen heavily. Palm wrapping around the base, you let your hand work freely up and down. A little pressure, a little slow. Exactly how Chan likes it.

“That’s it, baby.” He groans, pulling your hair back in a makeshift pony. “Now spit on it.”

You look up at him with wides eyes, locking in the contact as your spit on the tip of his cock. It makes you start to lose all sense of reality when his lips part, deep moans so prettily filling the small dressing room.

“Good fucking girl.”

You’ve always felt so powerful when you’re kneeled before him. Spit clinging to your bottom lip, you smile up at him. This man, who goes on stage every night, commanding the attention of millions and swooning every being in the stadium—

“Thank you, daddy.”

Crumbles so easily when it comes to you.

Before he can try to control your movements, you’re wrapping your lips around his cock. The weight against your tongue is mind numbing, little thought going into how you take him all in one breath. Nose brushing against his pubic bone, little gags vibrating against him.

“God fucking damn.” His head rolls back against the chair, loudly moaning your name. You want to scold him, warn him how problematic it would be if someone found out about the two of you.

But there’s no time, and you can’t really find it in yourself to care.

Legs pressing together, you start to find the perfect rhythm. Slightly sloppy, very deep down your throat. Just like Chan taught you, tongue flicking over the tip and teeth brushing the shaft. The perfect way to make him fill your mouth, to cum intensely.

With the taste of him is heavy on your tongue, and the gentle way he’s pulling your hair, you’re starting to get more pent up. The static taking over your body, setting it ablaze. Forcing a hand in between your legs, desperately unbuttoning your jeans to force it inside your dampened panties.

Fingers rub tight, quick circles on your clit. Chan’s thighs starting to shake, his moans more broken and whiny. Close. It won’t take long.

“That’s it. Fuck.” He curses. “Such a good little cock slut for—“

The words catch in his throat when he looks down. Sees your eyes shut in bliss, the hand stuffed in your pants. And then he’s pulling you up by the hair, knocking the products off the counter to throw you in it.

You gasp, but he clasps a hand over your mouth before much more noise can be made.

“Do not fucking tell me,” he’s tugging your pants down, not stopping until they’re with the makeup on the floor, “that I don’t have time. Do you really think I fucking care?”

His cock is inside you, spit and slick making it easy to slide all the way in. Hands wrapping around his wrist and nails digging into his skin, you moan into the palm. Head hitting the mirror with a thud.

It wouldn’t be hard to guess what’s happening in this same room. Skin on skin, muffled moans and curses. Hidden relationship be damned; Chan’s sick and tired of not getting to fuck you whenever he fucking wants.

A loud knock. “It’s time, Chan—“

“Two more minutes.” His hips don’t stop, fucking you hard enough to make the flimsy counter creak.

“We don’t—“

“I said.” His head snaps around, voice raised and frustrated. “Two. More. Minutes.”

Each words is emphasized with a hard thrust. Your body is tensing up, stars starting to cloud your field of vision. Chan moves his hand, gripping your cheeks instead. Grabbing your attention.

“You don’t get to tell me no anymore.” He growls, the feral look in his eyes almost frightening. “Got it?”

Quickly nodding, you reach for him. Needing him closer. “Yes, d-daddy—“

“Good. Now fucking kiss me.”

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, slamming your lips against his soft ones. The lip color is rubbing off, melting with each flick of your tongues. He’s starting to get lazy; not moving as roughly, as quickly. As if those two minutes were an eternity.

What were you in such a rush for anyway?

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #chvnnie thots

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fencecollapsed · 5 months

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once again thinking about Hey Melissa because this story lives in my brain like a little worm that wants to slowly kill me. anyway I've thought of exactly what changes I think would've made the story work better in my opinion so uhh here's my Hey Melissa script doctor I guess djskfjdsk

cut Paul's dog story. I get what the intention was, it's meant to be a full-circle thing at the end, but I just don't think it works the way it was meant to. it muddies the story too much and makes Melissa's motivation more complicated than it needs to be. if in every timeline she's trying to kidnap Paul to keep him as a dog (and she hates and kills dogs), why is this framed as her breaking point? why does she like him at all? and why does him just meowing convince her? cut all that, simplify it. Paul's a cat from the start. give her little club a bit of a clearer and simpler base logic: men they hate are kept as dogs, men they like are kept as cats. Melissa's been wanting a cat for so long, and she's had her eyes on Paul, and she's finally got him where she wants him.

Paul still denies that he's as good of a person as Melissa thinks he is, but instead of telling the dog story, have him just. lose his temper and be kind of a dick to her. he wanted to let her down easy, but she just keeps pushing. goddammit Melissa, he'd like you more if you'd drop this. he's made it clear he's not interested. she's not his type, he doesn't like the things she does. they're not compatible. and he's dating Emma right now anyway. can she please just let this go and stop pestering him so they can at least stay friends? Melissa's clearly upset, barely holding back tears, but says she understands. Paul now feels guilty, asks if there's anything he can do. Melissa asks him to feed her dog. the dog is Ted, and Melissa knocks Paul out. Paul wakes in the cage, afraid he's going to be defingered like Ted, but Melissa assures him no, she would never declaw a cat. Ted's a dog, see, he's a nasty, filthy dog pretending to be a man, he needed to be taken off the streets to keep everyone else safe. but Paul? Paul's a sweet kitty who's just confused and thinks he's a man, thinks he knows what he wants, thinks he's happy. thinks he doesn't like her back. he broke her heart, but that's okay, he's just a feral cat who doesn't understand that he's safe with her. he bit and scratched her because he doesn't know what love really is. he just needs to be trained and socialized. in time he'll understand that all Melissa wants is to love him, and he'll come to love her, too.

add like. one scene or moment to ground the tone and force the viewer to sit in how horrific this would actually be. one mention of Ted's wounds being infected, or the guys being cold and malnourished. just like, a single line, or a brief exchange between Ted and Paul would be enough. keep it light and absurd the whole rest of the time, but one moment that takes the situation more seriously would add a lot, I think.

have Emma bitch Melissa out after their exchange. do not have her just walk away crying, let her get MAD. let her rip into this freak who's boasting about having stolen her guy. who does Melissa think she is?? someone who deserves a cup of milk to the face, Emma thinks. it's full of spit, by the way. fuck you. and fuck Paul. you assholes deserve each other. and Emma starts crying then, at the end if her rant, and realizes she's. a lot more hurt than mad, actually. more hurt than she'd expect to be about Paul. fuck, she'd thought there was something special about him. but he's just another asshole. and then she storms out crying.

foreshadow Paul's decision to stay with Melissa. one moment of him starting to kind of like being here. she's scratching his chin, or petting his hair or something, and he's enjoying it a little. has to snap himself out of it, like he forgot for a moment that this is a waking nightmare. would give the ending more of an ambiguous terror, that maybe it's not just the bump on his head, and there was something in him that was being won over, because we saw it.

at the end Paul apologizes to Melissa for breaking her heart, thanks her for being patient with him. he always wanted to be a good man, but he never believed he was. but Melissa believed he was a good cat, and now he is. she made him what he could never be on his own. and to make up for hurting her, he'll be hers until he dies.

#yes this is pointless yes the story's not even official canon but listen #i am having FUN #i am PLAYING #this is how i enjoy myself god bless #hatchetfield #starkid #hey melissa #paul matthews #melissa hatchetfield #ted spankoffski #emma perkins #abuse #dehumanization #ask to tag #cj says stuff

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i just . many thoughts head full . thinking about toxic husband price that doesn’t compliment his darling anymore bc they’re already married and so he “doesn’t have to” . then they go out and she’s looking all pretty and someone compliments her . and he gets mad ! bc that’s his wife !! nobody else gets to call her pretty if not him >:c

Is It Really You?

sorry not sorry love u

Summary: your husband doesn't compliment you anymore.

Word Count: around 900

Warnings: toxic!husband!price x f!reader, angst/hurt, estabilished relationship (?

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Marriage was being a burden.

You never thought it would end up like this, all the sweet moments you two shared were replaced with toxicity and you seemed to be the only one holding it together.

John had become a different man after a certain mission he had in the military, leading to a lot of heated arguments, him sleeping on the couch way more than often. Sex wasn't the same also, that's when you two even engaged in it.

But to everyone else it was perfect. Such a cute little housewife doing everything to her handsome, hardworking husband. And to be honest, you'd do anything for John, only if it wasn't for the man he'd now become.

He was cold, distant, indifferent. He didn't compliment you anymore, he wouldn't pay attention to the small details of your being like he always used to do, so loving and caring, just because, in his mind, he didn't have to earn you again. You two were already married, why should he?

Meals were shared with him on his phone, dealing with work, and you watching some crappy romance tv show, hopefully imagining you could live that again.

But it wasn't until the day he was invited to a dinner and had to show up with his pretty wife, pretending like the life you shared wasn't only being held by convenience.

You two stood in front of the house, a fine bottle of red wine in your arms, patiently waiting for someone to open the door. You wore a beautiful black dress, the one that your husband would never fail to compliment, but instead he just complained about you making him get there late.

"What a bonnie lass!" Said Soap as he greeted you, holding his arms open for a hug. You laughed as you stepped inside, accepting his hug.

"Thanks, Johnny, it's nice to hear that." You glanced at your husband who was putting his cigar away.

"That's my wife you're talking 'bout, Sargeant." He said, crossing his arms after he closed the door behind him, giving him a stern look.

"I acknowledge a beautiful woman when I see one." You chuckled, but felt your cheeks flushing. It's been a while since someone complimented you. It was such an innocent act coming from him that you didn’t even mind, but you knew what your husband thought of that.

You could see Gaz in the house as well, and he was making the universal 'cut that shit off' sign to Soap — a small waving hand on the side of his neck. He knew Price more than Soap, and for longer, also. He knew about your decaying relationship and he also didn't want a scene.

"Show some fucking respect, she's my wife, MacTavish." Price almost spitted out, raising his tone.

“Wow, ok, easy there, Captain!” Gaz finally stepped in between them, trying to ease the mood as he chuckled. “No need for that,— do you mind?” He pointed at the bottle in your hands that you’ve almost forgotten about, and if it wasn’t for him offering to take it, you’d probably have clutched it so tight that the glass would snap. You gave him a sweet smile and an almost inaudible ‘thank you’, not being really sure of where to shove your red face from embarrassment.

“Is there a problem there?” You heard the deep voice of Simon approaching the little reunion by the entrance hall, Price’s hands turned into clenched fists and he took a deep breath.

“Not at all,” you chuckled awkwardly, waving your hands, and turned to your husband, whispering to him as the guys made their way to the living room, “and enough, John, why would you want to cause a scene, hm? Suddenly you’re jealous? What is that?”

“You’re my wife.” He pointed a finger to your chest. “You’re mine and you deserve respect.”

“Respect? John, that was the furthest thing from respect, he was just complimenting me, what’s wrong with you today?” You two were arguing silently, trying to keep as cool as possible.

“I don’t know.” He softened his gaze on you, brushing his beard awkwardly. “I- I don’t know, my dear, ‘m sorry.”

“Let’s pretend this didn’t happen.”

You didn't pay attention to the dinner whatsoever, nor the conversations going like nothing ever happened, the embarrassing scene your husband had caused in the hall of Soap's house were merely enough to make you dissociate. You felt strange, like something lit inside of you, those long gone butterflies finding its way to your stomach all over again.

The drive back home was silent, from the start of the engine to the keys being tossed on the side table by the door, followed by the sound of you taking your high heels off.

“Didn’t mean to do that.” He said. You sighed, holding back your tears as if you were in a burst of hormones. “You… do look beautiful, darling.” It came out strained, like a cry for help.

You weren’t sure why, you thought you should feel grateful for having someone to be jealous over you, you thought you should run to his arms, hug him, tell him everything was going to be alright, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so, you couldn’t even care to look at his face. Your heart was shattered in pieces, bleeding out. How could you deal with the pain?

And there he stood, watching the only thing that kept him from ending it all, slipping away from his fingers and mournfully perambulating through the hallway to their once shared room.

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ lights | prt. 3

Summary: dating Ellie was a battle, but maybe her cheating on you, was the start of something new.

cw: toxic!ellie, biker!abby, fem reader, cursing, cheating, talks of sex, smoking, might be mentions of the reader having curly hair(?).

Note: When you see ・❥・, it means the pov is switching. This is unedited again.

Ellie was a idiot, and she finally started to realize it.

She knew there was something different about her feelings towards you, the second she has even agreed to go out with you.

But seeing you go off with Abby, hearing the way sai and her friends talked about Abby’s affection towards you—made her go crazy.

She couldn’t pin point it, but she never thought about dropping everything and everyone she had ever touched if it meant you’d come back to her that moment.

But it was too late for that now, abby had already one you over the second she brought you to her dorm.

・❥・

“It wasn’t necessarily hard, you just have to get used to the feeling” abby said, describing how it felt to ride a motorcycle for the first time.

You and Abby had been up, sitting in her kitchen for hours, discussing every topic possible.

She kept her promise to you—nothing sexual. She was determined to make you see her different, to make you see her as anything except another Ellie.

“ how did you get used to it?” You asked.

“it was pretty easy, my dad used to force me to ride around the-“

Abby’s words were cut off by the sound of your phone ringing, again.

You reached over, clicking your phone onto silent and looking back at Abby, embarrassed at how many times you had interrupted her before.

“Sorry, continue” you said.

“Sounds like someone needs to get ahold of you” she joked. “Ellie isn’t it?”.

You bit your lip, turning your head down, away from her.

“Yeah” you replied, your tone just above a whisper.

・❥・

Ellie had been texting you non stop from the moment she went back inside the party.

“What is wrong with you el?” Sai asked, grabbing her arm as she finally got her to stop.

Ellie had pushed her way back inside through the crowd of people, the second you and Abby were out of her sight, completely ignoring sai’s desperate calls for her to slow down.

“Nothing, can stop being so demanding? i just need to use the fucking bathroom Jesus” Ellie spit, making the girl drop her arm and step back.

Ellie pushed passed sai, not even knocking before barging into the bathroom and locking the door.

She was desperate for you, her mind was dizzy at the idea of you being alone with Abby right now, while she wasn’t there to stop you.

Before she could collect herself—she was practically harassing your phone.

6 unread messages

Ellie

12:33am

whatthe fuck is wrong with you

Ellie

12:33am

I saw you and that bitch you’re fucking crazy

Ellie

12:35am

Pick up the phone I know you’re ringer is on

Ellie

12:37am

Are you really that desperate? Going home with a random girl the second my attention is on someone else? You’re so fucking pathetic

Ellie

12:40am

You’re a idiot if you think she’ll do you half as good as I do

Ellie

12:42am

Answer my calls or ill come find you both myself.

You knew ellie meant every word she said.

Abby and sai were roomates, surely all Ellie had to do was go home with sai, making it impossible for you to not face her.

・❥・

“What’s she saying?” Abby asked, her eyes softening at how clearly uncomfortable you were.

You sighed, shaking your head in an attempt to brush it all off.

you needed abby to keep her promise—you needed her to make you forget Ellie ever existed.

“It doesn’t matter” you replied, pushing your phone away.

“It does if what she’s saying is making you upset” she protested.

“Everything she says makes me upset abby” you laughed looking back over to her, frowning at her sudden serious tone.

“It’s just…how she always is. She must’ve saw us leaving the party, so now she’s…mad, like always. But really, Let’s just continue the conversation yea? She’ll get over it” you rambled, moving closer in hopes of her dropping it and continuing to talk.

“Okay” she said, standing up and walking towards the cupboard.

She pulled out another bottle.

“Why don’t we drink a little? Could help get your mind off everything right?” She said, taking two glasses out of the cupboard.

“Yea” you replied, abby already pouring some into the cups before you could reply.

・❥・

“What’s wrong?” Sai asked, Ellie walking back towards her on the couch.

“Nothing” she replied, grabbing sai’s hand to pull her up.

“Let’s go, you’re dorm yea? It’s getting late” She said, leaning over in a whisper.

“Yea…” sai replied, Ellie dragging her out.

Sai had full comprehension as to why Ellie tone suddenly changed.

She knew about you…at least the part of you Ellie constantly praised.

There were countless blunders throughout the times sai and Ellie were together. Ellie letting your name slip up more then once.

“Fuck y/n you’re so pretty”

“God y/n”

“Y/n…you taste so fucking good”

Yet, no matter how many times she uttered your name, sai never mentioned it.

Ellie envisioned you through sai, every finger fusing her cells into what your felt like. But The embrace of Ellie’s warm touch, drowned out every illusion.

・❥・

Sai

1:20am

Hey Abby I’m on my way home, are you there?

Sai

1:25am

Please answer before we get close

Abby

1:28am

Hey I’m here, we?

Sai

1:30am

Yes we, is y/n still with you?

Abby

1:31am

Yes? Why? It’s not a bother right?

Sai

1:35am

Not for me…for ellie, just leave before we get there ok?

Abby

1:40am

Why? She can’t kick me out of my own dorm. Just go to hers?

Sai

1:43am

She’s not coming there for me. Please don’t argue right now Abby just go, there’s no point in fighting her. We’ll be there in ten.

Abby

1:44am

Okay, thanks.

・❥・

“Honestly I thought I would major in law, but art was more…interesting” you said, taking a sip from your glass.

“Do you know if your roommates home?” She asked, pouring out the rest of her whisky into the sink.

“Umm i don’t think so, i think she was staying at her parents this weekend” you replied.

“Good, let’s go to your dorm then, sai will be home soon I don’t want to brother her” she informed, picking up your purse and leading you out.

Luckily, and unluckily, for the both of you, your dorm was on the same floor as Abby’s, only having to walk a little bit and turn the corner before arriving.

・❥・

“Where is Abby?” Ellie questioned, raising her tone and walking into sai’s room.

“Why?” Sai asked, closing the door behind them.

“She’s suppose to be here? We watched her and y/n go together, where else would they have gone?” She asked, her tone raising with every word.

“Is that what this is about? Y/N?” Sai asked, walking towards the door to let Ellie go, trying her best to hold it all together.

“For fuck sakes sai just answer the question” Ellie yelled.

“I don’t know el, don’t start yelling at me because you can’t keep track of your pet” sai scoffed, walking pass ellie and sitting on her bed.

“Don’t talk about her like that she’s not my fucking pet, if anything the title would fit your desperate ass more” ellie replied, leaving sai dumbstruck, not allowing her to say another thing before the door was slammed. Ellie not having a second to gather any thoughts, other than you bringing Abby to your dorm.

・❥・

“You’re art is very beautiful, you’re so talented” Abby said, gazing around the pictures hung all over your room.

“Thanks” you said, slightly biting your lip.

“I’m going to change…then we can talk alright?” You said, taking out a t-shirt and shorts from your dresser.

“Yea no problem” she replied as you went into the washroom, abby watching your every move.

You were so memorizing, it was impossible not to.

When you came out of the bathroom, Abby was already seated on your small, pink couch. You grabbed out a card game from the side table, and a bottle of wine along with two wine glasses, you had kept in your mini fridge, just in case.

“Let’s play” you said smiling at Abby and placing the cards down on the short coffee table in front of you two.

You sat down next to her, the small couch making it impossible for you two to not be close.

“Okay so we just pick a card and the other person has to answer the question, but you have to close your eyes when you pick or else it won’t be fair.” you instructed, taking the card out of the box and spreading them across the table.

Abby laughed at how serious you sounded about the game and how focused you were on laying out the cards perfectly.

“It sounds great” she said.

“I’ll go first” you replied, smiling at her again.

You covered your eyes with your hand, grabbing a card and flipping it over.

“It sayssss, how old were you when you got your first phone” you read out the question, taking a sip of your wine.

“Ahh I think….16?” Abby replied, watching you as you drank.

“16????” You questioned. “How did you make it through half of highschool without a phone??”

Abby laughed again at your question, picking closing her eyes slightly and picking up a card.

“I have no clue” she replied.

She took a bigger sip of her wine after reading the card, smirking as she watched you turn to look at her—eager to know what it says.

“I think I should pick another card” she said, placing the card back on the table.

“nooo common, some of them are meant to be weird, just tell me” you said, pushing her arm.

She took another sip of her wine, smirking again as she drank

“Okay” She said, swallowing the last bit.

“When was the last time you came during sex?” she asked, her tone lowering.

Your breathe grew heavy, you were flustered by the sudden shift between your question and hers.

You let out a shaky sigh before replying, “I don’t remember that card being in there” you said through a nervous smile.

Abby picked up the card off the table, handing it to you, so you could double check.

“Well…” you let out, Abby cutting you off.

“You don’t have to answer” she laughed, “it’s a stupid question, I can pick another on-“

“It’s fine, I wanted to play the game” You cut her off, taking a deep breathe.

“Mmm…I think the last time…was a year and a half ago” You answered, pouring more wine into both of your glasses.

“You’ve known Ellie for that long?” She questioned, picking up her now filled glass.

“I never said Ellie was the one who did it” you said sarcastically.

Your reply made her laugh harder then before, making you grow shy.

“You’ve been with her for what? Months, I’m sure you’ve had sex at least once, and she’s never made you finish?? Not once??” She replied.

“Abby…” you said, placing your glass down

“I’m sorry it’s just…sad” she said, her tone becoming more sympathetic.

“She’s really that much of a player while being terrible at sex?” She asked, making you both laugh this time.

“Yea..I don’t know why I put up with it” you replied.

The room quickly grew quiet after that, the laughter settling down.

Yours and Abby’s legs were so close, she was so close. You didn’t even realize how fast you’d taken down two glasses of wine, her warm figure making your skin fuzzy.

“Why don’t we find something else to do? These cards are…invasive” she said, breaking the silence.

You laughed at her suggestion.

“Oh so after I answer one, nowwww they’re invasive” you teased, gathering up the cards and putting them back in the box.

“To be fair, I did say you didn’t have to answer” she joked, placing her hand on your exposed leg, making your nerves jump at the sudden affection.

Abby didn’t pay attention to how quiet you became, mindlessly scrolling on her phone as you organized the cards back in order.

You got up to put the cards back in the nightstand, breaking away from her touch—somehow leaving you wanting more.

it was embarrassing how desperate her touch made you feel, how she didn’t even notice. You were sick, love sick if anything. The smallest bit of affection made you go crazy. But you couldn’t let it show, you couldn’t risk having another ellie.

You walked over to sit on the couch, this time further from Abby then before, making her gaze away from her phone and over to you.

“Everything alright?” She asked, placing her phone down onto the table.

“Yea..” you said, your tone going back to just above a whisper.

“You sure? We were just talking so much, now you’re acting like we’re strangers again” she said.

“Abby..we technically are strangers” you replied, avoiding eye contact.

She laughed through a sigh, moving closer to you and placing her hand back on your leg.

Her finger trailed up and down your thigh, never moving past the fabric of your shorts—but every touch sending chills throughout your veins.

“Yea…I guess we are…but it doesn’t feel like it, does it?” She asked, her eyes focused on her fingers.

“No, not really” you said.

“So, what’s wrong?” She said, pausing before speaking again.

“I’m sure the alcohol can’t be kicking in that fast and making you like this…so did i make you uncomfortable? Or is something else bothering you” she asked, moving her hand off your thigh, now noticing the way you shook from the lack of touch.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable…” you replied, pushing yourself to sit up straight.

“Then what’s wrong?” She asked.

“I just…you just, make me nervous” you let out.

She let a deep breathe out, before reaching her hand up and pushing your hair behind your ear.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about y/n” she reassured, her hand moving back to stroke your thigh.

“I know.. you’re just, nice and gentle..it makes me nervous” you replied nervously. looking up at her, your eyes softening.

She looked back at you, caressing your face and rubbing your cheek with her thumb.

The affection made you shiver, closing your eyes for a moment—taking in the feeling of her cold, yet comforting hands.

When you opened your eyes, you pulled back a little. Studying Abby’s face. before leaning back in, Abby so close—just moments away from your lips.

But before you could make any next move, the bang at the door interrupted everything—the knocking so loud, making you both jump back.

Ellie had made her way down the hall way, her vision blurry from the amount of alcohol she downed before her and sai came back.

When she reached your door, she could barely make out the number—not caring if she had knocked on the wrong one.

She stood outside your door banging for minutes, yelling until you came out

“Y/N i know you’re home just answer the fucking door”

“Stop ignoring me and open the door” she repeated, until you finally unlocked it.

When you opened the door, she was met with the strong smell of wine soaking through the walls, and the sight of you in a t-shirt and shorts.

“What do you want el?” You answered, shoring her with how calm you sounded.

“Are you drunk?” She asked, looking behind you around your room—trying to spot abby.

In your luck, during the minutes she had been banging, Abby decided to head into the washroom—only promising to come out if you needed help.

“Do I sound drunk?” You questioned annoyed, Ellie pushing by you to let herself in.

“Yeah sure, come in, I’d love to have you over at 2am” you said sarcastically.

“Where is she?” Ellie questioned, pacing around your dorm.

“Where is who?” You tried to act clueless.

“Ellie you sound drunk, you need to leave” you added.

“The fucking girl you left with Y/N don’t act stupid, you were drinking in here alone?” She scoffed.

“She just drove me home, you seemed busy. The other glass was for you, but clearly you had better things to do” you replied.

“God yea I had so much to do y/n” she replied sarcastically. “don’t act like you didn’t see my fucking messages, I know she was here. Probably fucked you and left yea?” She scolded.

Your eyes grew watery at her words. You were used to Ellie being mean, a bitch if anything. But the idea of Abby doing exactly what she said, cut like knives through your skin. You barely knew Abby, yet your mind couldn’t stop wondering. if Ellie never interrupted you, would she have took the chance? Slept with you then left? Ellies words never failed to make you overthink, but this felt worse.

“El.. just leave please” you said, your words shaking—nearly suffocating yourself trying to hold back tears.

She scoffed again, grabbing a jacket she had left on your chair nights before, pacing around a bit before speaking again.

“Yea, im leaving, for good this time. Maybe I should’ve just kept you as a fuck buddy” she said, charging past you out the door—never forgetting to slam it behind her.

Ellie’s actions made you jump, small tears falling down your chin—Abby coming out of the washroom after hearing the door slam.

Abby’s eyes met yours for a moment. The sight of you in shock made her heart drop, your body nearly giving out at the overstimulation of emotions flowing around you.

Why did ellie have to ruin every moment.

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When the Levee Breaks (pt. 1)

Daryl Dixon x OFC

The one in which a stripper that used to know Merle and Daryl shows up at the Atlanta camp. Daryl’s feelings are complicated but mostly he hates her. Right?

Chapt. Setting: Atlanta camp

Chapt. Warnings: degrading and sexist language, season 1 Daryl, he’s not nice in this, probably won’t be for a while.

Word count: 1600

A/N : (aka authors warning) this is written in Daryl’s POV soOo idk. Probably not everyone’s bag. Maybe it’s no one’s bag. These first three chapters are kinda rough and I’m sorry but I can only proofread my own stuff so many times before I either post it or delete it forever.

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After stringin’ a few squirrels for dinner I figure I should get back to camp. ‘m breakin’ through the tree line, and that’s when I see her. Beatle. Beatle, for the first time in… shit, who knows? Definitely years, I’m not exactly sure how many. Beatle, just fuckin’ sittin’ at my fire. Like somehow she knew it was mine and showed up just to take it from me. Just sittin’. Smile on her face like she belongs there. She doesn’t. She doesn’t belong at this camp, with these people. Shit, Beatle doesn’t even belong alive if I’m bein’ honest.

No one in this fuckin’ camp can hunt worth a damn. They’re gonna expect me to feed ‘em, ain’t they? Eventually. Eventually the food’ll run out and it’ll just be me feedin’ fuckin’ everyone. M’not doin’ it. I’m not doin’ shit for ‘em anymore. Why should I? Left my brother on that roof to rot. Naw, I’ll hunt for my damn self. Don’t even know why I’m still fuckin’ here. Should be out findin’ Merle. Honestly, don’t even know why I’m not.

Even before the dead started walkin’. I figured her days were numbered since the first fuckin’ time I met ‘er. Drunk as hell, eyes glassy, loud annoying voice barkin’ like a damn dog. Just yap yap yappin at Merle and me, tits half hangin’ outta her bikini top. Ones cinched in the string like she’d just forgotten to take ‘em out from her last time around the bar. A dumb drunk bitch, Beatle. Stupid fuckin’ stripper name. Who’s dick gets hard over a stripper named Beatle?

I watch her, just for a second, checkin’ to see if maybe it’s not really her. But it is. ‘Course it fuckin’ is.

Shane’s the first person I see that’s not doin’ anything, going through some clothes in a duffel bag in the back of a van, figure he might know, “Where the fuck did she come from?” Pointing toward Beatle, her back to us, fifty yards away. Stupid purple hair blowing all over the damn place.

Shane looks to see who I’m pointing at, but who the fuck else is new at camp? His eyes finally land on Beatle before looking back at me like he’s trying to fight the smile on his damn face, “Why? You interested?”

I’m tryin’ not to lose my shit that she’s even fuckin’ here. “Nah…” I shake my head, “I know ‘er.”

Shane looks up, surprised maybe, and then not. Looking from Beatle back to me again, eyeing us up. “Yeah, makes sense.”

I squint back at ‘im, “S’that supposed ta mean?”

He shrugs, making a face, before smiling again, folding another shirt into his pack, “Just that you look like you might know eachother.” He doesn’t say more but I know what he’s not sayin. “Is all.” He adds on the end just to reiterate.

He means we’re both fuckin redneck trash to anyone who looks at us. I look back over at her, startin’ to get real mad at this jarhead dickhead. Not for her or nothin’. Even if he’s right, he don’t gotta say it. Or maybe it was the way he said it. Or the way he didn’t say it. Like a fuckin’ pussy.

A part of me feels like standin’ up for myself. Hell, a part of me feels like stickin’ up for Beatle. But, shit, it’s not even worth it.

I cough up a lougie and spit it close to his foot. “So where’d she come from?” I’m fuckin’ repeating myself. I hate fuckin’ repeating myself.

“Think she just wandered in. Must’ve been lost in the woods or something. Ask Rick. He seems to know everything.”

Can’t keep myself from crackin’ at his petty comment. Always so fuckin’ loud with his contempt, makin’ the situation obvious to anyone with eyes. Messy.

I decide I’m gonna ask ‘er. She’s gonna see me eventually. Better I approach her first, right? Don’t need to get football tackled in the middle of doin’ somethin’ else when she sees me for the first time. So I pull out a cigarette and start walkin’ over.

She’s talkin’ to Andrea. She fuckin’ would. Both of them loud dumb bitches. Talking about all the dumb shit they miss since everything’s turned to shit. Not talkin’ about people or nothin’ important. Just bullshit like getting your damn nails done, and eating fuckin’ ice cream.

“Where’d you fuckin’ come from?” Sayin it louder than I meant. More aggressive than I thought my voice would sound. Usually fuckin’ is, though. The laughing between Andrea and Beatle stops and they look over at me, just standing there waitin’ for it to register. Waitin’ for Beatles reaction. Starin’ ‘er the fuck down like she doesn’t fuckin’ belong here. She doesn’t.

Beatles eyes light up, getting up from her chair and runnin’ over to me like she’s never been more excited to see someone in her whole damn life. I try to brace myself, but she still rocks me backward as she jumps on me, “Daryl!” Should have stopped her, could have moved just right out of the way. But nah, I let her.

I don’t hug her back though, just push her off and let her own feet catch her. Dumb bitch doesn’t know personal boundaries. Her voice so close to my ear, “Damn, don’t look so happy to see me.”

Happy to see her? I’m not. Didn’t think I could be so unhappy to see a familiar face in my whole fuckin’ life. But she wasn’t letting that stop her, never fuckin’ did. “I was lost, found this camp. They said I could stay.” She explains, her voice high and happy and annoying as it ever was. At least she’s not drunk.

Everyone around the fire had gone back to what they were doing. Not watchin’ us anymore. They could probably see as well as Shane that it was obvious how we knew eachother. Well, maybe not exactly how. But they probably had a good idea.

I dunno what to say to her explanation, so I don’t say nothin’. And she just stands next to me, too close, clearly not gettin’ the hint that I didn’t really wanna talk to her. Just wanted to know why she was here. Now I know. She wasn’t gettin’ that she could and should just go back to her conversation with Andrea about ice skating, or cocktails, or what the fuck ever.

“What about you?” Her voice quieter for fuckin’ once.

I shake my head, blowing smoke out, “Merle and me, met up with everyone...” I don’t feel like explaining it, so I don’t.

Beatle’s lookin’ up at me, her big eyes all wide and excited like a dumbass deer too stupid to move out of traffic, “Merle’s here?”

This coil of disgust, I feel it snaring it’s way through my abdomen. Yeah, that’s the feeling Beatle usually gives me. Back like it never fuckin’ left. “Nah, not anymore. Sorry to dry your cunt.”

Beatle says “Ew” fast. Like she’s so disgusted by my vocabulary. Like she isn’t just as crude, the things I heard that little mouth of hers say.

“He’s not…” she means dead.

“Nah, hes not dead.” Usually this is where I talk something nice about Merle, about how he’s a tough sunuvabitch or some other shit. But not to Beatle. Beatle already knows, and for some reason talking about Merle with her makes me.. fuck… whatever.

Glancing over, it looks like Beatle’s finally got the hint that I don’t wanna talk to her. She probably really was excited to see me, and I almost feel bad for a second. Before she puts her grubby fuckin’ hand in my face and asks if she can have a cigarette. Needy fuckin’ bitch.

I laugh right in her face. At the gall of her. That at the end of it all, of everything; she was still trying to get some fuckin’ handout. “Naw.”

“Oh, come on, Daryl, please? I haven’t had one in days!” As if I give a shit what she has or hasn’t had. Hasn’t seen me in years and wants to ask for favors?

I keep draggin’ on my cigarette, blowin’ the smoke out, and m’not smiling anymore, “I said naw. I don’t see your tits out, why would I give you anything?” Fuck repeating myself.

“You wanna see my tits?” She says it like it’s actually a question. Like she really fuckin’ believes that I’m askin’.

“You’re a dumb bitch, Beatle, y’know tha’?” I shake my head at her, laughin’ at her again. She’s fuckin’ ridiculous. Taking another drag I realize the cig is trash, and I almost throw the butt into the fire but decide to hand it to her instead.

She takes it, with needy fingers like I knew she fuckin’ would. Trying to hide my smile at how fuckin’ pathetic she always seems to be. Watching her take my trash like it’s fuckin’ gold. She drags it once, I can smell the filter burning and she throws it in the fire. “Next time maybe you’ll share one with me?” Her voice is so sweet it makes me sick. Like I didn’t just call her a dumb bitch to her face.

Saccharine and fake, that’s how she’s always been. All her cute little movements and motions, all just tryin’ to work me up so I’ll share my smokes or listen to her dumbass whine about anything and everything. Annoying.

“Prolly not.” And I’m already walking away from the fire. From Beatle. Going back to my tent and praying to god, Jesus Christ, don’t let her follow.

Chewin’ on what she said. Lost, huh? See? Didn’t even belong alive.

pt 2

#twd daryl #daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x oc #Mean Daryl

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Hostage Situation (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: keep in mind, I’m on S1 right now. He is still soft baby boy, and nothing bad has happened (and i KNOW stuff is gonna happen)

T/W: guns, shooting, hostage situation, death, bad guy is on drugs MASTERLIST -

When he woke up this morning, Spencer Reid’s first thought was not that he would be stuck in the middle of a hostage situation. His usual routine was the same; wake up, get ready, stop in at a local coffee shop for some coffee, then head to work. Today was different, and he noticed it the second he walked into the shop.

Before he could even get in line to order, a man was cursing and yelling at someone behind the counter. He was just about to tell the man to take it outside to cool off, and then he pulled out his gun and shot the worker behind the counter dead.

Panic ensued, and just as he was about to jump over the counter, the man yelled for everyone in the coffee shop to sit down so he could barricade the door. This man looked crazy, and he was not about to set him off–sending one quick text to Hotch with his location and a 9-1-1 ping was all he needed.

The cops and the BAU were on the scene before he could blink. The only downside, this man was threatening to shoot someone else if they tried to get in the building–and he left his gun back at the office.

“Really not how I expected my morning. So much for treating myself.” A soft voice said from next to him, and he looked at the woman sitting next to him. Her legs were pulled up to her chest, and she had silent tears running tracks down her cheeks; but even so, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

“Did you know that only about 12 percent of hostage situations a year. In all honesty, 90 percent of them are resolved successfully. I’m betting that we’ll be okay.” He told her calmly, trying his best to keep watch as the man continued to move couches over to block the front door. “How long was he yelling earlier?”

She wiped at her cheeks before answering him. “I’d say a good 10 minutes. It seemed like he was talking nonsense though. Hate to say it, but I thought it was drugs.”

Spencer nodded. “Usually there are 4 types of hostage situations. A ‘mentally disturbed’ person, criminals trapped during the mission, prisoners revolting, or political terror. I feel like he might be the first option with the way he’s acting.” He told her, watching as the man seemed to get into an argument with himself.

“Do you normally spit facts at random or are you just making all of this up?” She asked him, watching as the corner of his lip twitched up in a smile.

“I have an eidetic memory. I can see things once and remember them for, who knows, nothing’s gone away yet.” He told her, watching as she processed the information. “You could really ask me anything, and I could more than likely tell you something about it.”

“My name is (Y/n).” She told him, eyes quickly snapping to the man who was holding them hostage as he started yelling.

He was yelling at everyone in the room; telling them all to be quiet so he could concentrate. That’s then the phone on the wall started to ring. “You! I want you to answer that!” He yelled, pointing the gun at (Y/n), eyes never actually leaving from his make-shift barricade.

(Y/n) slowly got up off the floor, going behind the counter and holding back a sob as she had to step over the dead barista to get to the phone. “Hello?”

The room was silent, trying to hear what was going on at the other end of the phone call. “Well? What is it?” The man yelled, turing to (Y/n) to shout at her, waving his gun in the air.

“It’s a call from an Agent Hotch over at the BAU. He’s saying that you need to talk to him.” She told him, handing him the phone over the counter.

The man snatched the phone off the counter, listening intensely to what the other man was saying on the other line. That was until the got mad, and threw the phone back at (Y/n), hitting her in the forehead before he turned back to hiding behind the couch.

“(Y/n)!” Spencer whispered, going over the counter and rushing to her side. The hit didn’t knock her down, but she was sitting on the ground, silently sobbing while a cut on her forehead was bleeding and running down her temple.

“He threw it so hard, I’m just so lucky I didn’t get shot.” She told him, reaching up trying to use her sleeve to stop the bleeding.

Spencer grabbed the phone off the ground, checking for any damage before he held it up to his ear. “Hotch? Are you there?”

“Reid? We got your message. This man is Gary Turner. Low level criminal, a few arrest records but nothing serious that caught our attention on the first look. Then Garcia found that the barista used to be his dealer–this man is addicted to methamphetamine and is most likely high, provoking him to shoot.”

“On average, a high can last anywhere from 4 to 16 hours depending on the strength and timing of taking the drug. That’s not even counting the initial rush of taking the drug which can last 14 hours max.” He paused, looking over to (Y/n) who was staring at him like he was crazy. “What should I do?”

“My advice is to just hang tight and wait for us to figure out an approach to getting inside. Last thing we want to do is spook him; it could provoke an attack.” Hotch told him, then let out a sigh. “If you get someone to talk him down, you could try to take him down when he’s not watching.”

Spencer nodded and then put the phone down, making sure to not hang up as the ringing could provoke the man further. “We can either wait, or try to take him down.”

(Y/n)’s eyes went wide and she shook her head. “Both of those ideas sound crazy, are you kidding me?”

“I didn’t get the chance to introduce myself earlier. My name is Dr. Spencer Reid, and I work for the BAU. I work for the FBI, and the man you spoke to on the phone is my boss.” He told her, watching as she processed the information. “You can ask me as many questions as you want, right after we’re not being held hostage.”

“What do you need me to do?” She asked, watching as he seemed to stop and think.

“Either way, it poses a risk for one of us to get shot. One of us could get shot talking to him, and one of us could get shot trying to stop him. He’s using the gun frantically, firing out of fear. It looks like he’s holding a Glock 17, which means it holds about 17 shots–16 now that he’s fired one. But we have no idea how many he actually loaded into the gun in the first place.”

(Y/n) dried under her eyes quickly, before slowly standing up from behind the counter, grabbing the phone. “Agent Hotchner said he wanted to talk to you again. Something about more questions?” She said, giving Spencer a quick nudge with her foot as a sign to start moving.

“Can’t he take the damn hint! I don’t want to talk!” The man–Gary–yelled as he stood up, pointing his gun at (Y/n) chest as he walked over and grabbed the phone. “Can’t you all understand! This wasn’t meant to go down like this! One more time asking me stupid questions, and this girl gets shot and it’s all your fault! All of this, it’s not my fault!” He yelled into the phone, waiting to hear what the man on the other end of the line had to say.

As he was yelling, Spencer slowly slid out from behind the counter, telling the other patrons inside the coffee shop to stay quiet as he worked to sneak up behind Gary, who was still yelling into the phone.

(Y/n) tried her hardest to not glance over at Spencer as he was moving; knowing if her eyes darted to him, the man in front of her would get suspicious and start to panic. “I’m sorry, he was speaking into the phone and wanted me to give it to you again.” She told him as he slammed the phone down on the counter.

“You give me this damn phone, one more damn time, I’m gonna make sure that you regret that decision.” Was all Gary could say before Spencer got to him, quickly snatching the gun from his hands and taking him down; holding his arms behind his back as he tackled him to the floor.

(Y/n) grabbed the phone. “He’s down. Spencer took him down.” Was all she had to say before a police officer burst in through the window. Different police officers rushing in to help the other victims leave the building while (Y/n) stayed by Spencer’s side. “I can’t believe you took him down.”

“Personally, I can’t believe it either.” Someone said as he walked up. She didn’t even have to ask. This was Hotch, the man she had spoken to on the phone–the man who told her Spencer was going to find a way out. “Nice work Reid. And I’d have to say, wonderful work (Y/n).” He told her, taking Spencer’s place so he could handcuff Gary before dragging him out of the building.

Spencer gave her a slight smile as he brushed himself off. “It was pretty amazing that you kept talking to him even when you could see me coming, even when you had a gun pointed at you. It took a lot of agents years of training for that level of calm.”

“I’m just as surprised as you are.” She told him with a sigh. “How do I go back to my normal day after this?” She asked him with a breathy laugh.

“Honestly? I really don’t know how you can. This is just a fraction of my everyday life, and I still can’t believe it happened when I wasn’t at work.” He told her, frowning when he remembered that she had a cut on her forehead from where Gary had struck her with the phone. “Why don’t we try to get you cleaned up before you head on your way?”

(Y/n) nodded, looking up at him before she started to cry. “I just wanted to say, thank you.” She wasted no time, quickly throwing her arms around the other man, not helping all the emotions that rushed to the surface. “I can’t thank you enough, because I honestly don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t there.”

Spencer was trying not to blush, still feeling his entire body ignite in flames. “It was nothing, honest.” This was one of the very few times in his life he seemed to be at a loss for words. “Would you be okay if gave you my phone number? Y-You know, to call me in case you start to experience any symptoms of PTSD? Those could be anxiety, nightmares, fear, flashbacks–”

“Spencer, would it be too forward to just ask if you wanted to go out with me sometime?” She asked him, smiling up at him. “I won’t say no to your number though, you know, just in case.” (Y/n) told him, leaning up and pressing a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”

He was blushing like an idiot, grinning down at her as his hand reached up to touch his cheek where she had kissed him, the spot feeling almost electric. “Anytime.”

–

“I’m telling you, she asked me out!” Spencer yelled as he stirred sugar into his coffee.

“And I’m telling you. I need to meet this girl and find out what’s wrong with her to see why she asked you out in the first place.” Morgan smirked, loving the reaction he was getting out of the younger man. “And all this happened because of some hostage situation?”

“You can even ask Hotch, he was there and everything.” He emphasized, watching as Hotch was walking by, a perfect opportunity to ask him a question. “Hotch, did the girl at the shooter situation not ask for my number, kiss me, then ask me out?

Hotch paused, his expression unmoving. “Reid asked if he could give her his number, she did in fact ask him out, but he only ended up with a kiss on the cheek. Too chicken to actually press one to her lips.” He told the two men before walking away.

“You know, for someone so smart, it’s a wonder how you didn’t get the hint she wanted to kiss you. You better kiss her when you take her out on a date.” Morgan told Spencer, giving him a firm pat on the back.

He nodded, processing the information as Morgan started to walk away. “Wait! How do I even ask her out!”

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#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #matthew gray gubler #reader insert #reader

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randomreadingtimewithtsuki · 6 months

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Hey I saw your response to my post and figured I'd send. A little request, I was thinking maybe just some fluffy cuddles with Toge after a bad day. If you don't mind gender neutral reader is preferred but anything is fine.

Hi!

Thank you for trusting me with this one!

I hope you enjoy what i have to offer! Let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: I didn't know if you wanted a sorcerer!reader or not... so i went with a sorcerer! Reader, hope that's ok? Also second year! Reader too.

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It has been a horrible day, really. All that could happen to hinder it happened, i guess you could say you were headbutted by murphy's law.

You knew you had a mission so you woke up early, while getting dressed your foot got caught on your clothes and you managed to knock your phone out of the nightstand.

Such a short fall wouldn't hurt right? right? Well...The screen cracked a bit on the corner. This was just the start of a series of unfortunate events that happened to you.

Among others there was: tripping on the entrance of building, having the curse you were suppose to exorcise spit something that smelled foul on you, it started to rain heavily before you got to Ichiji and so on.

The first thing you did upon arriving at school was ignoring Maki's greetings and going straight for a shower. Needless to say she was a bit annoyed, but your face didn't look the best so she let it slide.

After your shower you suddenly felt so drained, so much drained that you has you had to drag yourself to the dinning hall. The hall was as noisy as ever, having Yuji and Nobara arguing about something, Megumi sitently trying to eat but failing miserably as Maki slammed the table - when she grabbed the salt it was actually placed upside down with the lid on the bottom. So yeah, all the salt fell into the table - she was mad at Panda and Toge, it wasn't hard to figured one of them did that.

You sat between Megumi and the angry Maki across from Toge and started grabbing your food, so you soon joined Megumi in trying to eat silently.

Megumi asked you about your mission, he looked terribly concerned for you:

Megumi: Y/n-senpai, How was the mission?

Y/N: ... Fine...

Megumi: Were you hurt?

Y/N: No... why?

An unexpected and hurtfully honest comment came from your right:

Maki: Because you look like shit.

You paused for a moment before replying noticing some new attention on you:

Y/N: Thanks... It was a lovely day.

Panda: A rough day, huh?

Nobara: Was the mission that difficult?

Y/N: No...

You could see Yuji fidgeting when he tried to console you:

Yuji: Senpai don't look that bad... maybe a little tired.

Toge: Shake, shake!

You sighed heavily. How bad did you look?

Soon after that they all find different reasons to be loud again, it was like a vicious cycle. Soon after you were done eating you were ready to go to sleep before something else happened.

As you were saying good night to everyone, Toge offered you a dessert. You politly declined, which coming from you was a bit weird, so he exchanged a look with Panda, who shrugged it off.

On you way back to your room, you felt your body very heavy so you were pretty much dragging your self and making a mental note to buy a new phone.

Unfortunaly for you, your wave of bad luck haven't ended yet. You got to your room, got into more comfy clothes and started to make your bed to sleep when... CRASH!

You felt your soul leave your body. you turned around to see a shattered mirror. oh great! You soon heard a knock on the door:

??: Konbu, Konbu!

You sighed as you opened the door to see a very worried Toge:

Y/N : It was just the mirror ...

You stepped back and showed him the million pieces on the floor:

Y/N: guess this means more... like, seven years of bad luck?

The sighed in relief and offered to help you clean. As you both were done picking every single shard, Toge smiled happily at you - a mission accomplished kind of smile.

But you burst out in tears. The poor boy was left terribly confused as you proceeded to explain between sobs and mumbled words all that happened today.

Toge sat there and listened to you cry out your bad luck while rubbing your back. His head was going a million per hour trying to find a way to comfort you.

He can't say anything nice, it didn't seemed like you would read anything he wrote as of right now - and it might make you even more upset, your phone is broken after all - so he decided to go for the only thing he could do: Hug you.

You completly melted in the hug still sobbing a bit, Toge still rubbed your back unti you calmed down:

Y/N: And to top it off, I ended up holding you here, for like an hour!

Despite your sobs having died out you were still clinging to him, and you did not exactly leave any openning for protest either:

Y/N: I just want today to end!

Toge: Shake...

He patted your head and sighed. This time he had to grab his phone and write something. After a bit of typing he showed you the message, that was sent to you:

"It's ok, i don't mind! I can stick around for as much as you want. Are you feeling better?"

Y/N: ... Yes... but it doesn't feel right to take your time like that.

He was typing something again:

" All that matters is that you are better. Besides, i can come around and cuddle whenever you need"

Y/N Cuddle...?

You felt your cheeks burn. The reply made you jump out of your skin:

"Well, a hug is broken off after a while right? This is a cuddle"

Seeing you jump made him laugh silently. You quicky got up and sttuter out something:

Y/N: T-t-that's... true, b-but! We should take this bag full of boken glass away now! It's late...

You couldn't see it, but his ears were red. He giggled watching your nervous self walk away with the bag.

Toge got himself up from the floor and helped you tae the bags outside.

It was a silent trip - you couldn't look at him. But on the way back, before returning to your dorm you thaning him shyly for spending this time with you.

Toge smiled and patted your head. He waved you good night and you wished him the same. When you arrived again in your room, you sighed and saw the messages he had sent you earlier.

Scrolling throuh them you found a more recent one:

" You are welcome, if you need anything say it. The hugs are free for you! Good night"

You felt your face heat up again, but you smiled.

Maybe the end of the day wasn't that bad right...?

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Thank you for reading! I feel like i got carried away :D

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #inumaki toge x reader #inugami x reader

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666writingcafe · 9 months

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The Prank

Belphegor

I should have known better. I really should have. I mean, it was weird that no one stopped me as I went to the planetarium, and it was outright bizarre that none of my brothers barged in the room as I sat down in my favorite chair and got comfortable.

But then Mammon ruined everything when he screamed,

"Which one of you fuckers took my jacket?!" Sighing, I got up and walked out of the room to see what was going on. If I didn't, I would have been dragged out anyway.

"I don't know, but someone took my limited edition Ruri-chan bracelet, and I will literally kill you if you sold it!" Levi yells back.

"What makes you think I took it?!" I wish I could just disappear into thin air. I want no part in this.

"Because you always take my shit!"

"I bet he took my choker, too!" Asmo hollers. Whatever squabbling the three of them were going to do gets cut short by Lucifer loudly demanding everyone to head to the living room this very instant. Groaning, I do what I am told. As much as I don't want to be lectured, I know that if I try to hide, he will find me and force me to listen to him for hours on end. Better to get it over with now.

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"One of you has taken my nice pair of gloves," Lucifer states once we are all gathered around in the living room. "The punishment will be less severe if the thief fesses up now."

"I bet it was Mammon!" Asmo exclaims.

"It wasn't even me!" Mammon nearly shrieks, making me feel like my eardrums are going to burst. "Besides, has it occurred to any of you that my jacket's missing, too?"

"You probably hid it somewhere after you took the gloves so that you could distract us," Levi spits. Before Mammon has the opportunity to lunge at Levi, Satan interjects,

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Mammon's right."

"Thank you!" Either Mammon's missed the resignation in Satan's voice, or he's simply latching onto the compliment.

"You may be a fool, but you've never been that stupid. Someone else must have stolen the gloves, along with everything else." Asmo gasps.

"I bet it was you, Satan!" A new round of arguments starts, and I begin zoning out.

Suddenly, I catch movement in my upper periphery. Shifting my attention towards the source, I have to stop myself from making noise. Leaning against the door frame behind everyone is MC, smirking at the scene unfolding in front of them.

The first thing I notice is my stuffed cow. MC has it tucked under their arm. Then, everything else clicks into place. The gloves, the jacket, the choker, and the bracelet. Beel's sunglasses are on top of their head, which means the boots they're wearing must be Satan's.

I can't even be mad at MC for plunging the House into chaos. After all, who would suspect the innocent lamb of doing such a thing? It's genius.

But now comes the hard part: getting my brothers' attention. They're sucked into their screaming match, so trying to talk would be pointless. Normally, I would nudge Beel, but he's unusually invested this time. I quickly glance around the room, but there isn't anything that I can bang that wouldn't break upon impact.

My eyes catch MC's, who repositions the cow so that both they and it are looking at me. MC then brings a stuffed hoof to its mouth and rocks its head slightly. It takes me a second to understand what MC was suggesting, but once I do, I subtly nod my head.

Bringing my own fingers to my mouth, I take a deep breath and let out a loud whistle that pierces through everyone's arguing. My brothers gawk at me for interrupting them, silently demanding an explanation.

"Turn around, assholes," I tell them. Once they do, the energy of the room shifts real quickly. Tucking the cow back under their arm, MC wiggles their fingers in greeting. This causes Levi to scream,

“AAAAAH! Wha…wha…WHA?! Is this really…are you really really…REALLY?!” MC smiles.

"MC, it's you!" Asmo adds. "It's really you!" Before the others can get a word in, Lucifer holds up a hand to silence us.

"MC, what are you doing here?" he asks. "More importantly, why do you have our stuff?"

"Solomon dropped me off," MC answers. "I wanted to surprise you guys. As for why I have your stuff..." They pause. "I just thought it would be fun to pull a prank. I never got to take part in any of that the last time." Lucifer sighs, a resigned smile on his lips. He is such a sucker for them. I mean, we all are, but him especially.

"Well, I'm glad to see that you seem to be doing well. I do wish you could have let us know you were coming. We would have planned something for you."

"The whole thing was last-minute. Plus, the whole point of a surprise is that you're not supposed to know about it in advance."

"Good point."

"If I'd known you were coming, MC, I would've opted for a much more thorough shower routine this morning!" Asmo exclaims, beaming with excitement.

"Gross," I mutter.

"You look just as exquisite as ever, Asmo," MC replies.

"Besides, you took long enough in the bathroom this morning," Satan adds. "Why you insist on using the main one when you have your own, I will never know."

"Are you going to be staying for a while?" I ask MC in an attempt to steer the conversation away from Asmo and his bathroom habits. They nod their head.

"Diavolo has requested my presence to help him with the next stage of the exchange program."

"Just you?" This has everyone's attention.

"The others are here as well." Seeing a few sets of eyes narrow, MC quickly adds,

"In the Devildom, I mean, not here in the House. They have Purgatory Hall, remember?" That seems to calm everyone down.

"So, MC, what do you want for dinner?" Beel asks.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me brothers #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me beel

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yakuzacanons · 9 months

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Please, more Majima content 😭 I want some age gap headcanons where the reader is 22 and he's 42, making people around them question why the young lady is with a man twice her age. Maybe they're walking together in public and Majima overhears some judgemental and nasty comments made about him and the reader comforts him through it because he gets uncomfortable and self-conscious 🥺

Ahhhh I love this, as someone in a similar age range in comparison to Majima and him being my absolute favorite, this idea makes my brain go brrrrr in the best way. Thank you sweet anon, headcanon is under the cut, hope you like it! It's a long one so I apologize in advance but I had so much fun making it hehe.

Majima will honestly never understand why you picked him. He'll always be asking himself how he got so lucky. At the same time he'll also wonder if he really deserves it. He will try not to let it bother him but it's always something in the back of his mind.

The most common comments are things like "Isn't he a little too old for her?" or "What's she doing with a man like that?". You get some weird glances from strangers. This makes Majima tighten his grip around your hand or around your waist, an obvious tell that he's trying not to let it get to him.

He will try to not engage in physical violence as a response because he knows that's not the solution and he doesn't want you to see him as just some violent beast. Instead, he'll spit out some retort before grabbing your hand and briskly walking away, clearly still upset.

He will try to not bring it up to you whenever he feels this way. Majima already feels that he's a bit of a burden in more ways than one: his age, his job, even the fact that he's missing an eye feels burdensome in his mind. How could someone ever love a man like this? Secretly, he worries that all these factors will drive you away one day so he doesn't want to add fuel to that fire by bringing you down with how he feels about the age gap.

Eventually, his feelings will boil over. You'll find him looking dejected, probably smoking out the window, unable to sleep. If you ask what's going on, he'll immediately know that you know and that's when he'll break.

Majima won't necessarily cry, but he'll sigh deeply and say something like "I just want ya to be happy. Sometimes I wonder if I can give ya the happiness ya deserve. Maybe I'm just bein' selfish... keeping ya all to myself." He'll turn to hide his face in embarrassment, ashamed of how he feels.

Once he feels your arms wrap around him, holding him tight with your face pressed against his back, his heart will just melt. It's true, he does think he's being selfish. Sometimes he wonders if everyone else is right and if you'd be better off with someone younger, someone your age. But damn if it didn't feel good to have you right there next to him. In that exact moment, his worries just wash away. He feels like he can do anything, be anyone. That's just the effect you have on him. Your presence alone makes him feel like a man reborn.

He'll close his eyes and exhale before putting out his cigarette and turning around to face you. Regardless of how you choose to console him, he'll still ask if you're sure this is what you want. Secretly, Majima yearns the most to be wanted and loved. Once reassured he'll just pull you in and hold you tightly, so close to him that it's almost suffocating.

The truth is Majima can't stand the thought of letting you go. The Mad Dog has been so independent by necessity for so long that he's terrified of letting that guard down, letting anyone in, needing anyone at all. You changed that and it feels so good that he's scared to lose it, scared to lose you. Your tender reassurance calms him, it puts the Mad Dog to sleep, and for once, Majima feels like he can breathe deeply and fully.

All those years ago, Majima swore he'd live his life for him, do things his way. When you came into his life, it was the first time since Makoto that he felt he really had something to lose. That's when the thoughts of other people started to get to him. Truthfully, you love his fearlessness the most. You admire his boldness, his loyalty, how he never stands down, the way he tries everything once and does anything for those he loves. You'll remind him of this, reminding him that it doesn't matter what anyone thinks. Age gap or no age gap, you're his and he's yours.

#majima megaphone moment #goro majima #majima goro #yakuza #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #ahh this one was long but I had so much fun hope you like it anon!

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Can I ask why exactly you like Sauron? You think that he’s a cool villain?

Hey anon, a very good question!

Yeah, you really can boil it down to the fact that I think he's a cool villain. I generally like the villains more in things. I always have, even when I was small. They just always struck me as more fun to read about or watch. Especially the ones with the really overly theatric antics and aesthetic. It makes them fun. (Also, the tendancy, especially in children's media, to have the villains constantly doing some dramatic evil laugh always made it seem to me like they were having more fun than everyone else...). I also always thought they get to be the more interesting things, they get to be the vampires and ghosts and mad scientists. I've never envied a hero being a normal human with a strict moral compas. I have envied villains with wild powers who simply blow up their problems. And of course, without the villain being villanous, would there even be a story? No. Say thank you to the villains for your favourite tales.

As for Sauron specifically, he fits the above. He's dramatic. He looks like he's having fun being awful. I want to be a shapeshifter/vampire/werewolf/necromancer/ruler of all things/demigod goddamnit!

But he also hits on something else that I'm a complete sucker for in stories. I love fall stories. In fact, I love anything that involves a character switching sides, but a fall is always more interesting to me than a redemption. I love to watch someone get worse. I love to watch them get what they wanted and lose it or throw it away. I love a good bit of hubris. Of course, we don't get to see Sauron's fall. It's never described, not even sketched out. But at the same time, whenever you read Tolkien's writings about Morgoth it's always very "and he was always awful, just the worst, terrible guy, probably spits on babies or something". His writing about Sauron always seems to contain a little nugget of "he wasn't always like this, in fact his evils are inspired by what were once his virtues". It invites you to think about his character. There's hidden layers in there that we are free to imagine and explore. And it's made all the more interesting by the fact that our order loving Maia chose to serve chaos and change itself, which is seemingly contradictory, though Tolkien does explain it by his being attracted by the decisiveness and power of Morgoth. It's just fascinating how much there is hiding behind the villain who never really appears on the page very much, even when he is The Big Bad TM.

This isn't even getting into his other kind of falls, meaning his defeats. He's terrifying and powerful but put him in a fist fight or on the beach and he's going to end up disembodied or almost so. He's a bit not that impressive under all that power.

Over all, he has everything that I enjoy in a character and I just think he's fun.

#anonymous #answered asks #mairon #sauron #i just think he's neat #also i was too lazy to google spellings and the post editor doesn't spell check so... deal with it?#also anon i think i have posts around here somewhere with my favourite scenes and why so that may answer your question further

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I adore Asami, she is perfect! Beautiful, intelligent, reliable, hardworking, and more giving to her friends than they deserve (not always, but I am still mad at how she was treated in season 1)

Iroh is also perfect, but not as much Asami, you know, he had never got to act against his father, never been put to that situation (and I think he would have choose to do the right thing, as Asami did)

Sometime I think, what if Asami wasn’t that perfect for being around Korra‘s team? Like what if she had a problem that didn’t let her to be physically strong? And be involved that much in team avatar, like if she had a chronic pain in her leg? What if her other strength would have attracted more attention? Like her resilience? More feminine kindof strength (I think Pema has it and is really underrated in the comics)

What if Iroh would have fallen in love with her (or had been attracted to her) because of her more feminine side?

I sometimes get the feeling if a character is not a badass in combat, their other strengths are not taken seriously…

By feminine strength I don’t mean things like self sacrifice or anything that might get unhealthy, I mean things like nurturing spirit, in this category 😁 I hope my babbling is not very unclear😁😁

This is super sweet. I love Asami very much, too. It's also the reason one of my favorite things to give her are flaws.

Asami (like many female characters) is often accused of being a flat "Mary Sue" who is good at everything and seemingly perfect. She's rich, intelligent, gorgeous, courageous, caring, giving, brave, forgiving. She's a skilled fighter and fashionable and can build a sand sailer with spit and duct tape. Literally nothing wrong with her. Which has the danger of making her uninteresting or only useful as a love interest - which is often what the fandom does. She's been reduced to the "and girlfriend" role and I hate that for her. It's one of the big reasons I don't like Asami's canon ships.

But like you said, there is so much we don't know that could be going on beneath the surface. We don't even have to change canon for that. Asami is squeamish - she's the only one who spits out Gommu's soup. She's got a bit of a temper. She doesn't seem to have friends or family as shown by her going out of her way to make friends with Team Avatar even after what happened with Mako and Korra because she's got no one else. How lonely and isolated must her upbringing have been? Then there's everything canon can't disprove. It's likely Asami is inexperienced in both relationships and sex. I write her as disorganized and a terrible cook. She has a ton of baggage from her mother's death and her father's betrayal and even Mako that carries into her future relationships. She loves pro-bending but isn't a bender and that's always hurt just a little. It's just as possible she has chronic pain she doesn't show.

Because Asami comes through for everyone. Want my boyfriend? Okay. Need a ride? Sure. An airship? Here you are. Kidnapped? I got you. Trapped in the desert? No problem. Training dummy? Wheelchair pusher? Driving instructor? Your team is out of money? Wanna live in my house? Asami is so desperate to be included and the only thing she can think to do is give, give, give. I like to think at some point she just stands in the shower and screams. And I don't think if Asami was worse at fighting that would change. She'd find a way to help because that's what she does.

Anyway, I actually think General Iroh does fall in love with her because of these softer qualities. Yes, Asami is beautiful, but what Iroh wants more than anything is an equal who will love him for who he is and not for his title or wealth or family name. And he's looking for that inner strength Asami has. In longer stories like AWOL or Severance or Starvation Paradise it's always Asami's resilience, her treatment of him as an equal partner, and her tender care that make Iroh truly fall in love. She's someone he can rely on, not to give give give, but to be his other half no matter what.

Which is why this is the best ship. :-D

#irosami #headcanons #thanks for the ask!#love the deep thoughts #asami ftw

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