#I’d do it for a gummy worm

[ephiesoul]

Would you fight God for a corn chip?

I’m not sure, I’m Agnostic..

But! I don’t like corn chips so I probably wouldn’t fight anybody for one. Now upgrade that corn chip to a Gummy worm and ding ding I’ll fight to the death!

#question #random #I’d do it for a gummy worm #or a gummy bear #I’m not picky

[flowerxbunnie]

Hola! Soy Dora! —

okay wait no for real tho.. can you pretty please write a nasty lil big bad b bernard matty boy fic? like where he’s big daddy dom and he’s got an unspoken relationship with y/n? like they’ve not spoken the words, but they belong togetherrr 🎶 okay but for real.. that, and they have a night together where they’re just drinking and vibing with one another (just them) and it takes a turn 😈 and he’s being like all controlling and makes her ride his thigh while he touches himself to the sight, and then and then and then just rails her into oblivion? loooadddds of filthy speak because i am a slut for that right there! pretty please with a cherry on top? 🍒

Carnal

Matt x Fem reader

Warnings: pure FILTHY smut. Dom!Matt, daddy kink, deg/praise, thigh riding etc :)

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR

I throw back the last sip of my drink and hand my cup to Matt, the alcohol tasting like candy but burning just the same going down. I take the gummy worm off the rim and suck the sugar off, Matt’s eyes watching my every move closely. My skin is warm and my veins are filled with a buzzing feeling. He stacks the plastic cup on top of the others we’ve collected on the coffee table throughout the night, a chuckle escaping his lips as he counts them in his head.

“Damn, we gotta slow down soon.” He shakes his head slightly. “I’d like to not have a migraine tomorrow.”

“I’m feeling good, don’t know about you Matty boyyy..” I draw out, sitting back on the couch.

He sits back along with me and throws his arm over the back of the couch, turning his body slightly to face me. He has a half full cup in his other hand, his finger circling the rim slowly.

“Oh, I’m feeling good.” he smirks, bringing the cup to his lips and sipping as his eyes stay locked onto mine.

I can feel the slow and steady beat of the bass in my chest, his playlist playing quietly on the speaker on the table. We spend a while scrolling through my liked TikToks, cuddling and laughing together.

I find myself spending most of my Saturdays here in his living room, drinking and talking all night while Nick and Chris are away. My relationship with him is complicated. We’re definitely more than friends, but also less than lovers. I think we both have a problem with labels, feeling far more comfortable leaving things unspoken. I can’t help the thoughts that live in the back of my mind, like an itch I can’t scratch. A worry that maybe I’m not the only one he spends nights like this with. I know he’s my one and only, I can’t even fathom another man making me feel the way Matt does. Whether I’m in his car cracking up at his road rage or in his bed with the headboard thumping against the wall, I’m always filled with insane butterflies for this man.

But even though I’m sure of my feelings, he’s never outright spoken his. We’ve never had the conversation of if we want to date around or keep this situationship we have going on between us two. I feel selfish for wanting him all to myself, but he makes it hard not to.

“You good, baby?” He asks in his raspy voice, the nickname flowing off his tongue like honey and making my heart flutter. “You seem a little zoned out tonight.”

“I’m fine,” I lie, sitting up to grab another prefilled cup off the coffee table. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” He asks and brings his hand to the small of my back, his warm fingertips brushing beneath the hem of my shirt and sending shivers up my spine.

I just shake my head and give him a smile before throwing back a big gulp of my drink, melting against his touch as his hand inches higher up my spine. His rough fingertips run up and down slowly, my tense muscles going soft as he adds pressure.

“You know that’s not an answer, Y/n. Come on, talk to me.” He speaks sweetly as he sits his cup down.

His hand wraps around my waist and pulls me back down next to him on the couch, hooking his hand around my legs and bringing them up onto his lap. The look in his eyes is serious, even through the glaze the alcohol has brought on.

“I don’t know Matt,” I play with my fingers like I always do when I’m nervous. “I’m just having weird feelings tonight.”

His eyes soften like he already knows what I’m going to say. “Tell me, love.”

I sigh and let my back fall into the soft cushions. “I’m just scared.” I start, watching as the look on his face stays the same, unwavering. “I’m scared for the day you find someone else who you’re ready to make things official with. I’m scared that I’m not the only one you fix gummy worm drinks for.”

He chuckles and my heart drops, my suspicions feeling all the more real as he breaks out into a fit of laughter. His hand leaves my legs and comes up to rub his eyes, his head shaking from side to side. “That’s what you’re all worked up about?” He asks through giggles.

I nod and feel the tears threatening to spill over, my drunk emotions amplified insanely. He doesn’t even notice, he just keeps laughing and brings his hand to his chest as it heaves.

“I don’t see how it’s funny..” I speak softly, my voice cracking at the end, my cheeks heating up as my weakness becomes obvious.

He immediately stops laughing, his head snapping back to me and his eyes softening. He brings a hand to my cheek and moves his thumb back and forth, his eyes flicking back and forth between both of mine.

“Baby, I thought it was obvious.” He tilts his head slightly, his eyes scanning my face slowly.

“Do I need to call an Uber?” I croak, still sure that he’s about to tell me I’m dumb for thinking too deeply about the way he felt for me.

“What?” He says shocked, his eyes wide and his hand halting its movements on my face.

It’s like the realization flashes in his brain, he closes his eyes and sucks in a breath. He doesn’t say anything, just brings his hand back to my leg and traces it up to my thigh and gives it a squeeze. My body is reacting in a way I don’t know if I like, blood rushing to my heat between my legs despite the hurt I’m feeling.

But like Matt always does, he makes it all better. “You’re all I need, Y/n. All I want.” His hand trails higher, gripping and squeezing my skin along the way. “You know I’m not good at speaking my mind.”

My breath hitches as his fingers trace around the bottom of my shorts leaving a burning trail in their wake.

“But trust me,” he starts, his fingers dipping ever so slightly beneath the fabric, “I know that you’re it for me. Now stop worrying so much.”

His hand trails back down my leg, my thighs instinctively pressing together wishing for the friction I never got. He leans over and grabs my cup, handing it to me and sipping on his own. “Let’s finish these, hm?”

I grab the cup and down it quickly, squeezing my eyes shut at the burn. He chuckles and tilts his head back, his jawline sharp and defined in the ambient light of the lamps and candles. He sucks his teeth as he grabs my cup and stacks it into his, discarding them along with the rest.

“Take your shorts off.”

I’m taken aback, the conversation feels so unfinished but my head is swimming with thoughts of how his body would feel against my own. I still oblige, hooking my fingers into my waistband and slipping them down my legs, tossing them onto the coffee table. He gives me a slight smirk and grips onto my left ankle, lowering my foot onto the floor. He turns his body to fully face me and brings my right leg to the other side of him. My thighs open and my clothed core is exposed to him.

“You wore my favorite pair.” He coos, his thumb coming up to ghost over the fabric.

The smallest whimper leaves my mouth, my pussy aching for his touch. He moves up slowly, almost as if he’s memorizing the pattern in the lace, his thumb running up to the hemline and resting against my lower abdomen.

“Did you do that on purpose?” He questions, hooking his index finger into the elastic and pulling. “Did you know it would make daddy get all worked up?” He lets go and it snaps against me, a pulsing sting etched into my skin.

“N-no, not on purpose,” I lie, my heart speeding up at the dirty name. I knew damn well what I was getting myself into when I grabbed them out of my drawer.

“I don’t like when you lie, baby.” He moves his hand to my hip and gives it a squeeze. “Tell daddy the truth.” He begins slowly pulling my panties down, stopping when I don’t speak right away.

“I’m s-sorry daddy. I like the way you get so turned on when you see them.” I breathe out, a satisfied hum coming from my throat as he resumes pulling them down.

“That’s better.” He helps me maneuver out of them, bringing them to his face and placing a kiss against the fabric. “I think I’ll keep em’.” He smiles smugly as he slips them into his pocket.

He runs his hands up both of my thighs, his eyes raking up along with his movements. He brings his thumbs against my folds and spreads them open, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of my arousal.

“So wet already, baby.” His thumb rubs against my swollen clit once, my pussy clenching in response and a whine falling past my lips.

He bites his lip as he does it again, watching intently almost as if experimenting and seeing if he’ll get the same reaction. He does- my pussy clenches and tightens around nothing and my tender bud begins throbbing. He looks up at me with lust filled eyes.

“I love seeing your pussy beg for me. I’m barely doing anything and you’re already clenching up.”

He presses his thumb down suddenly with increased pressure but holds it still. I arch up and whine out, my heat aching for anything more than what he’s giving me. His free hand roams up my stomach and underneath my shirt, finding my bare breast and toying with my nipple. His thumb remains stagnant and still on my aching clit.

“P-please daddy. Please… more.” I whimper and rock my hips against his touch, moaning as I finally feel relief.

He pulls both hands away quickly, a disappointment filling his expression as he narrows his eyes.

“W-why? I need more.” I pout and reach out for his hands, only for them to be pulled away roughly.

“You wanna get off so bad, huh?” He sits back against the couch. “Do it yourself.”

I suck in a breath, taken aback at his harsh tone. I swallow thickly and bring my own hand down slowly to my heat, shaking slightly as he watches me intently. I begin rubbing slow circles onto my clit, speeding up because my body doesn’t react the same underneath my own touch. I bring my bottom lip between my teeth and close my eyes, trying to imagine it’s Matt’s fingers instead of mine, speeding up and bucking my hips up, desperate for any sort of relief. I keep going and even add a finger, curling it up inside my walls and hoping I’ll feel the euphoria soon.

But I don’t. I let my head fall back in frustration, removing my hands and giving up. I hear him laughing, taking enjoyment out of my struggle.

“Can’t get off without daddy, can you?” I look up as he begins unbuttoning his jeans, a visible bulge straining against the denim.

He pulls them down and keeps his boxers on, his erection still confined beneath the black fabric. He adjusts in his seat, leaning back and opening his legs wider.

“Come on baby. Use my thigh.” He pats his leg and motions his head for me to come over.

I sit up and try to control my shaky breath. Matt’s always been the dominant one, but it’s like something else has taken over, an almost devilish look in his eyes. I position myself onto him, my legs straddled around his right thigh and my pussy hovering above his skin. His hands run up to the hem of my shirt, pushing it up and pulling it over my head. His eyes become half lidded as he drinks in the sight of my exposed chest.

“What are you waiting for, princess? You were so eager a minute ago.” He rasps, his hands settling on my hips and lowering me down to make contact with his leg.

I suck in a breath at the sensation. My mind is buzzing from the alcohol and the arousal, I feel like I’m floating until I focus on the throbbing between my legs. I slowly rock back and forth once, my clit rubbing against his thigh with no resistance, my own arousal lubricating it perfectly. I swear I can see his cock jump beneath his boxers.

I let down all of the weight I’ve been subconsciously holding up off of him, the pressure sending a shockwave through my body as I begin grinding against him. I let out whimpers and moans as I circle my hips, crying out when he lifts his leg higher up to press against me.

“Such a naughty girl getting yourself off on my leg. So desperate that you’ll grind on anything I give you, hm?” He speaks lowly, bringing his arms up behind his head and watching my every move.

I bring my hands down to his chest and run them down until they settle on his abdomen to give myself some stability. My muscles are starting to tire but I keep going, rubbing and grinding against his thigh as my stomach begins to twist into knots. It’s like he knows I’m close to giving up, close to stalling. He begins to bounce his leg over and over, vibrations shooting through my body as his heel comes into contact with the floor roughly.

“F-feels so good, daddy..” I whine out, digging my nails into his shirt and twisting it, needing to do anything to release some of the pleasure flowing through my veins.

His eyes are glossy and dark as his hand comes into contact with his erection, palming it and tightening his grip repeatedly. I watch in awe as his veiny, slender hands work against himself. He pulls his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring up, groaning as he pumps himself. His tip is dripping with precum, swollen and pink with need. He swipes his thumb over his slit to gather it and brings it up to my mouth, rubbing the juice onto my tongue as he presses it into my mouth.

I gain a sudden burst of energy and arousal and begin grinding down against him with everything I can, inching myself closer and closer to release as I watch him jerk his cock underneath me. His free hand reaches up and grasps onto my breast, his large hand encompassing the tissue completely as he kneads the skin. His palm rubs against my taut nipple, sending waves of pleasure shooting through me.

“Come on baby, make a mess on daddy’s thigh,” he encourages, “I won’t get mad as long as you help me clean it up.”

I cry out in pleasure as the knots in my abdomen wind so tightly they snap, the pressure releasing and my thighs shaking as I come apart on his leg. I grind down and my pussy clenches and throbs as my juices leak out onto his skin, his thigh now slick with my release.

“Good girl, that’s it. Such a good job.” He coos and praises, bringing his hand up and stroking my hair as I catch my breath. “Don’t get too comfortable. You’ve got a big mess to clean up.” He motions to the spot where we connect, a sheen of liquid across his skin.

He pushes my shoulders down to encourage me to my knees, and I oblige. I look up at him through my lashes, hesitantly licking a stripe across his leg and tasting myself on him. His hand grips around his cock again, pumping slowly as I kitten lick his thigh.

“Doing such a good job.” he croaks, a moan sneaking it way out.

I continue cleaning up my mess, lapping up all the evidence I had left behind. His motions around his dick become quicker as I pull back for a moment, a string of my arousal shining in the light between my tongue and the skin of his thigh.

His hand stops pumping and comes to lace into my hair, pulling me upwards. I lick up his leg, sitting higher on my knees and trace my tongue up to his base, flattening it all the way to his tip. I take it into my mouth just enough to wrap around his head, sucking lightly and batting my eyes.

“Hmm, don’t even have to be told what to do. Daddy’s precious girl.” He says sweetly while caressing my cheek.

I hum around him and feel my cheeks heat up at the praise. I slowly take more and more of him into my mouth, his droopy eyes watching as I gag at the feeling of his head touching the back of my throat. He smiles in satisfaction, bucking his hips up to elicit the same response once more. My mouth fills with saliva and it drips out and down his length, providing the perfect lubrication for my hand to grip around what I can’t fit into my mouth. I twist my hand around him and his head falls back in pleasure. I bob my head up and down, taking his cock in and out of my mouth as groans fill the room around us.

His cheeks are rosy and his forehead slick with sweat, half from the alcohol warming his body and half from his arousal. He grabs onto his shirt and pulls it over his head, the muscles in his arms and chest flexing deliciously. He wipes the fabric against his forehead before he tosses it to the side, his eyes fixing back onto me with blown pupils.

Both of his hands come down to grip onto my jaw before he disconnects my mouth from his cock, pulling me up with a popping sound. “You’re gonna have to bend over for daddy. Need to feel that tight pussy around me.” His voice is low and commanding, almost rumbling through my chest.

He pulls his boxers the rest of the way down before he grabs my hands, pulling me to my feet as he stands up himself. He turns me around and guides me towards the arm of the couch, pushing me down until my chest is pressed into it.

“Arch up for me,” he instructs, his hands grasping my hips as he helps me get into position for him. “So good at listening to instructions.”

He keeps one hand on my hip to keep me in place as he lines himself up with my entrance, dipping in and out teasingly.

“P-please daddy, I need it.” I speak up, wiggling my ass back and forth in hopes he’ll be convinced.

“Need what, baby?” He taunts, running his tip through my dripping folds until he brushes against my throbbing clit.

“Need… n-need your cock inside of me.”

“Those are such naughty words to be coming out of your sweet little lips..” he chastises and pushes only his head into me. “Tell me more.”

My breath hitches as he gives me another inch, slowly pulling out once again. “F-fuck I… I wanna feel your hands all over me while you fuck me, daddy.”

His hands rub from my ass up to my back leaving a trail of warmth and goosebumps. “Like this? You like when daddy grabs all over you?” He questions, bringing his hands to my hair and making a makeshift ponytail.

I nod and bite my lip to contain my noises as he pulls my head back roughly, bringing his other hand down to smack my ass and rub out the sting. He pushes halfway in and stalls, but I can feel his cock throbbing between my walls.

“You want daddy all you yourself, hm?” He whispers as he releases his grip on my hair and moves his hands down my sides, tracing along my curves before settling on my ass.

“YES! … Y-yes, daddy, please. Wanna be all yours.” I squeal as he bottoms out, his tip brushing against my g-spot.

He starts pumping in and out, his hips slamming against my ass with the depth of his strokes. I reach around desperately, looking for anything I can grip onto. His hands reach down and grab mine, crossing them behind my back and gripping my wrists together with one hand. His other hand squeezes and massages my ass, smacking every now and again to give me small stings of delicious pain.

His thrusts are calculated and controlled as he pounds into me. Our pants fill the air as we inch closer to our climax together, his free hand roaming my body. It’s all slippery and sloppy and animalistic. Lewd, wet sounds echoing into the room and low grumbles escaping his throat.

I feel his dick stiffen to get impossibly hard, twitching and jerking inside of my heat. “F-fuck. Help me out baby.” He croaks as his strokes start to become sloppy.

He releases his grip on my wrist and grabs my hips as I begin meeting his thrusts halfway, throwing my body back against him. My name falls out of his lips over and over in a whisper as his fingers dig into my skin.

“S-so close..” I whine, my head swimming and my stomach clenched.

“Shh.. it’s okay baby. Give it to daddy.” He encourages.

That’s all it takes for me to unravel, my pussy throbbing around him as cries of pleasure sound into the room. He releases alongside me, his warm load spurting into me and filling me up as he continues fucking into me. We continue until we can’t anymore, and he pulls out with a wince.

He pulls my aching body up and spins me around, wrapping his arms around me and placing my head against him. His heart pounds against his chest, so hard I can almost feel it thumping against my ear. Our bodies are sticky and exhausted, but nothing is uncomfortable.

He places a kiss onto my hair, his hot breath fanning down over my shoulders. “Did that tell you what you needed to know?”

I only nod, unable to form words. He pulls back and hooks a finger under my chin to bring my gaze to meet his own. He looks at me intently and comes in to place a lingering, passionate kiss against my lips. When we disconnect he places his forehead against mine and whispers sweet nothings, his soft skin brushing against my still-swollen lips.

He gives me one more kiss. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

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Daryl x Reader

daryl x reader fic

requested by my mutual

this is my first time actually writing a one shot on tumblr and honestly i’m so exited. i’m still tryna figure out this app bc i literally downloaded it feb. 7th so plz forgive me i’m just a girl. also ignore that none of the “i”s are capitalized i really don’t care.

HOW DO YALL CHECK THAT WORD COUNT??

no warnings other than talking about eating sun disgusting ass food

if i do a part two there’ll be sm!t 🫣

I drew into the dirt absentmindedly with my fingers, bored out of my goddamn mind while Daryl cooks a snake over the fire. I didn’t look at it, because as queasy as i already was from hunger i wasn’t gonna make it worse. I had already eaten a few worms yesterday, something i’d never thought i would’ve done. To be honest, it was Daryl’s idea.

I had been doing everything to stay by his side after the prison fell, including silently obeying him and following him around like a lost puppy. I probably could survive on my own, but having someone by my side made it way easier. I got lucky being stuck with him, at least in the survival sense. Emotionally, or even socially, he was on airplane mode. He barely spoke, barely even looked at me. I didn’t mind it so much for a day or two, but it’s about to be day four. I couldn’t take it anymore.

He used his dirty knife to cut the snake in half, then peeled the skin off. It sorta reminded me of those giant gummy worms that you could get at a candy store, except pink and charred with visible bones.

“Here.” He reached across the small fire to hand me it. I looked up in disgust, hesitantly reaching out to eat the… thing.

It was chewy, like a well done steak. It didn’t taste like that though. It tasted pretty earthy, almost like a bug or something. The closest thing i can compare it too was grasshopper flavored fish. Wow, so appetizing.

I ate my entire half, and ripping off a small piece of rib bone from the spine to clean my teeth. I stared into the fire, like Daryl did. I used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth, unfortunately only spreading more dirt onto my face. Daryl looked about the same.

“What are we doing?” I blurted out, my voice a little hoarse from not talking all day.

Daryl looked up from the fire, staring at me blankly. His eyes practically glowed that pretty steel blue color, and I already felt slightly unnerved from his stare.

“Are we even gonna try to look for anyone, or are we just gonna keep running everyday?” I continued on, my voice growing stronger as I felt more emotions setting in.

“No point.” He grunted after a few seconds of silence.

“But there is. We need the rest of the group, they could all be still alive, together, maybe.”

“Look around, do ya see anyone waitin for us?” He spat, his voice getting a little louder.

“Your a tracker, so track.” I hissed, my eyes narrowed as i felt more and more frustrated with this man.

“Fine. Get yer ass up.” Before I could even think or retort back, He grabbed his crossbow and started kicking dirt into our little fire.

“Daryl, it’s dark…” I muttered, suddenly feeling small at the way he’s acting so pissed.

“This whatchu want, right?” He grabs my arm and yanks me upwards, and I stumble a little before tearing my arm back.

“Stop. Stop it right now.” I stare into his eyes, clenching my jaw a little in anger.

He starts pacing, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He’s trying to hide his face from me.

“There ain’t no point… what if- what if they’re all gone? I can’t… i won’t…” He wipes his eyes with the back of his arm, and i realize, he’s fucking crying. I can handle children crying, even other girls. But when a grown man cries… it makes me want to start sobbing.

My heart sinks and i feel an awful twinge in my stomach. I shouldn’t have pushed him. Fuck me…

“Hey…” My mouth has gone dry, i’m not totally sure what to do here. With the fire gone, and only the moonlight to allow me to see his face, im struggling.

“S’ not… I don’t know what to do.” He chokes a little, and that was my final straw. I pull him in towards me, grabbing his huge tan arms gently. I take the back of his head and put it against my neck, rubbing his back gently. His hands fall limply at his sides as he gives up.

“S’ gonna be alright. We can start lookin tomorrow, alright? You’ve got me. I’m here.” I speak softly and slowly as i reassure him. I’m hoping i’m saying all the right things. He wraps his arms around my waist tightly, restricting my breathing a little.

I hold him there for a long time, rubbing his back slowly as he silent cries into my shoulder. It felt right, comforting him. I was good at it. He needed this badly, and i hoped my optimism would rub off on him.

I pull his head off my shoulder, cupping his face in my hands. They look tiny here, holding him like this. I wipe some of the tears off his pretty face with my thumbs. His eyes bore into the ground, not meeting mine. I knew he felt embarrassed, but it was just the two of us. I wasn’t going to tell a single soul, nobody could make me spill his secrets even through torture.

I brush away some of his greasy brown hair, kissing his forehead gently. His eyes snapped up to meet mine. Shit… was that too much? I force myself to keep a calm expression, gazing at his puffy red eyes.

“M’ gonna start the fire again, okay?” I say gently. He nods, taking a step back and sitting down on the ground.

I fumble the lighter a little in my hands as i grab the kindling, and a small flame peeks through. i slowly start adding more fuel, until a steady flame is going. I scoot back to sit next to Daryl again, gently guiding his body down until his head is resting on my lap.

“C’mere.”

His huge body weighs down on my thigh, but I honestly didn’t care at all. I brushed my fingers through his messy hair, careful to not tug on any knots as i did so. He looked sorta beautiful like this.

Wait what the fuck. My mind started racing. This man was easily forty years old, covered in dirt and sweat and walker blood. Id known him and treated him like a friend for nearly two years now, but now… I treated him as if he was glass. He probably felt like it, broken after standing strong against all the hardship he’s faced his whole life. I knew bits and pieces, how he depended on Merle since he couldn’t rely on his shitty dad. His mom has been gone since he was a child.

I needed to be here for him. He’s become my protector, but I, a young woman, cared for him in a way i hadn’t for anyone else in a long time.

His chest rose and fell peacefully, and I knew he was starting to fall asleep. There wasn’t much to protect us from the elements other than a small wool blanket we’d been sharing for the past few days. I grabbed my bag, and carefully moved his head off my thighs to rest on the bag instead. I stepped around his body and curled up against his chest, making myself little spoon. I grabbed his crossbow, curling that close to my body just in case. I felt his arm swing around me, pulling me just a bit closer than i already was.

“Ya okay here?” He asked, speaking softly into my ear.

“Mhm.” His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine. I closed my eyes, smiling just a little. What a funny man.

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[neopuppy]

“You should call out.” You frown, reaching up to lay the back of your hand against your boyfriend’s forehead. “Still feel clammy.”

Johnny sighs, wrapping around your waist for support to rest his head against yours. “I’ll be fine, need some caffeine is all.”

“I’ll pay for your coffee today boss,” you laugh softly, dragging your fingers through the back of his scalp until he purrs and relaxes into your neck like a sleepy cat. “As soon as these two hurry up, should I text them again?”

“No need!” Jeno’s face appears on your other side, chin pressed to your free shoulder with a grin. “Had to grab extra snacks for my girl.” He pinches your sides, slipping his fingers beneath Johnny’s arms to firmly squeeze your waist. “She works too hard, you know.”

“Also, I couldn’t find my uniform shirt,” Jungwoo adds, opting to move around to your front to lay a kiss against your cheek. “Morning, thanks for waiting.”

“What about me?” Johnny stands up straight, shoving into his side. “Where’s my thanks for waiting? Trying to get us all fired or something?”

“Right right,” he leans up, quickly pressing a peck to your boyfriend’s cheek before running off with a scream to hide in the backseat, too fast for Johnny to grab him.

“Sick,” he wipes at his face, glancing at his watch. “Let’s get going before traffic really hits and we’re fucked.”

“Wait wait wait,” Jeno drags you back to his chest as you open the passenger door, adjusting the weight of his backpack and turning your bodies to throw his bag down in the seat. “Buckle that up for me,” he winks at Johnny.

“Jeno, what’re you doi—“

“Can’t have you distracting boss up there today, we’re on a time crunch afterall.” He nudges you to enter the back, leaving you no choice but to take the middle spot between him and Jungwoo.

“It’s not a big deal.” Johnny says, pulling out from your garage faster than usual, not even allowing for the engine to completely warm up. “She is my girlfriend, I don’t mind when she distracts me.”

“Our girlfriend.” Jungwoo pipes up, unwrapping a peanut butter and honey uncrustable for you. “By the way man, you look like shit today.” He says nonchalantly, peering at your boyfriend through the rearview mirror. “I’d offer to drive but..”

“I’m not letting you drive my car with an expired license.”

“He had a nightmare.” You quietly mention, accepting the snacks Jeno and Jungwoo start to pass you. “Don’t give him a hard time today, he barely managed to get a few hours of sleep.”

“Nightmare?” Jeno scoffs, digging into a bag of gummy worms despite the early AM hour. “Were you two watching scary movies without us?”

“It wasn’t really a nightmare.” He corrects, tapping against the steering wheel to not focus on the perfect view he has of you squished between his two best friends. “Weird dream is all.”

“Was I in it?” Jungwoo asks, throwing an arm over your shoulder with a laugh. “My dreams are weird when you guys show up in them too. Sometimes I’m naked, and sometimes the three of you are naked.”

Johnny puffs out a laugh, eyeing your thighs spaced apart just enough for Jeno to lay his hand right in between and rub his thumb against the smooth sensitive skin there. “I guess you were all there.”

“Huh?” You sit up more, inadvertently leaning into Jungwoo’s side and shifting the hand between your legs higher. “Like us? All three of us?”

Johnny gulps, bouncing from Jeno to you to Jungwoo and nodding slightly. Yes, the three of you, and him, watching just like now.

“Weird dream, huh?” Jeno asks, gripping the top of your thigh harder. “What happened?”

What happened. Johnny thinks about exactly that, watching Jungwoo lick his thumb to wipe a spot of honey from the corner of your lip. What happened.

“I don’t remember much.” Johnny lies, chewing at his bottom lip. “We were alone somewhere, maybe like a cabin, I don’t know. I couldn’t do anything, I was tied up or something, trapped..”

“Were you naked?” Jungwoo asks coyly, wiggling his eyebrows through the mirror.

“Don’t think so.”

But you were, and so were his friends…and he was the only one fully clothed. Johnny sighs, shaking his head. “Shouldn’t have stayed up watching Last House on The Left last night.”

“That’s a good one though.” Jeno raises an eyebrow at him through the mirror, fixing your hair away from your shoulder to rest his head along your collar. “The scene in the woods..”

His gaze doesn’t waver, holding back a mischievous smile as he winks at his friend. Johnny clears his throat, watching the road pass by the closer you approach to work.

“In the woods? Isn’t that when they..” Jungwoo drifts off, lowering his eyes and pouting in thought. “A bunch of guys fucked that girl in the ass?”

Jeno breaks into a laugh, reaching over you to smack him in the shoulder and staying with his chest pressed half onto your frame. “That would be what you remembered, nasty fuck.”

Jungwoo shrugs, shyly smiling and messing with his bangs. “That was the pinnacle point of the movie, wasn’t it?”

Jeno tilts his head back to look at you, batting his eyes teasingly. “What’d you think about that scene?”

He has a tendency to push your buttons, that’s his thing, making others uncomfortable. “It was definitely hard to watch.”

Johnny can hardly hear your answer with the rising thrum of his racing heart, grinding the backs of his teeth together the more he thinks about it. He’d never want you to find out about these persistent thoughts, dreams, fantasies.

You’ve been together long enough to share anything and everything, confiding your inner most hidden desires and thoughts to each other. He’s never had to fear pushing boundaries with you, but would this be too much?

With Jeno’s fingers digging into the meat of your thigh and Jungwoo sniffing your neck to follow his daily routine, raving on and on about how good you smell; it’s never seemed to bother you, this tight knit relationship the four of you have. None of you hide secrets from each other. Johnny’s even convinced himself that if he hadn’t had the chance first, you’d be with one of them instead.

“I dreamt last night that I won the Mega-Millions.” Jungwoo interrupts Johnny’s inner monologue, refocusing his attention on how close the three of you are back there. “Sounds like a premonition to me.”

Jeno laughs, slapping your thigh gently and shifting his gaze back to your boyfriend. “You think that applies to nightmares too?”

Johnny blinks furiously, turning into an empty parking space without giving a second thought to what his friend said. You all watch far too many scary movies, taking the joke too far quite often. Reaching for the door handle, he pauses, thin digits wrap around the back of his neck and softly squeeze his nape. Jeno leans in, scooting closer to the back of his seat once you and Jungwoo have gotten out.

“Sometimes, our dreams show us things we’re not ready to accept about ourselves.” He catches Johnny’s eyes, scratching up the back of his head with a calm expression. “Don’t let it bother you too much, big guy, we all have secrets.”

#WIP #hmmmm

[itsbeeble]

Sour

Summary: Your story began with sour candies, and it’ll end just the same

Genre: Smut, angst

WC: ~1.9k

Pairing: song mingi x afab!reader

Warnings: small smut scene, Mingi is horny tbh, hurt and no comfort, alcohol mentions (wooyoung is drunk)

ALL PARTS: pt 1: Sour | pt 2: Bittersweet | pt 3: Tangy | true ending | alt ending

Your story began in a convenience store, over a bag of sour candy. It was a Sunday night, the day before your finals began during freshman year of college. You’d shared a class together, Calculus, but never shared a word amongst each other. That night you in the convenience store had sparked…something. Something that even you weren’t quite sure about. 

You’d been in your pajamas, just sweatpants and a sweatshirt with your hair tied back so you looked somewhat presentable to the public roaming the streets at the stroke of midnight. The straw for your half empty iced Americano rested against your lower lip, your eyes focused on the candies in front of you. He came up beside you, dressed in a tight black shirt and loose cargo pants, saying nothing to let you know he was there until he reached for a pack of sour gummy worms. His deep, gravelly voice startles you out of your thoughts.

“I say go for these,” he says, flicking the package before grabbing it off the shelf. “They taste good, not too sour and not too sweet.” You turned your exhausted gaze to the tall man with fiery hair and headphones half covering his ears. There was a small smile on his lips, one that offered little comfort to you. 

“What if I didn’t want something sour?” Mingi just shrugs and begins to walk away.

“Up to you, really. I just figured I’d give you my opinion.” You follow him to the register, the same bag of sour candies in your hands. He glances down at you, his smile growing just slightly as the tired young cashier rings him out, and he waits for you while the cashier rings out your candy.

“Why are you up, anyway,” your fingers rip open that small blue bag easily while you two walk back to the dorm buildings. 

“Studying, mostly.”

“Song Mingi?” You say in mock shock. “Studying? I never thought I’d see the day!” The taller boy laughs loudly, and you can’t help but laugh with him. It was true, though. In your class he always had his head down and the professor learned to just leave him alone during everything except exams, where he’d somehow excel. She didn’t need to know that you’d been leaving him a copy of your notes on his desk at the beginning of the next class all semester. In fact, he doesn’t need to know that either.

“Well, I never thought I’d see the girl who leaves me all of her very well organized notes stressing over a final that should be a breeze for her.” He counters, leaning down to you and nudging your shoulder. Your cheeks flush, and you turn your gaze away from him. 

“You knew?”

“You do know that I was never actually asleep, right?”

“Coulda fooled me, Mingi.”

“I do appreciate it, though.” You look at him again, and he’s still looking down at you. His arm brushes against yours, but neither feel the urge to drift back away from each other. “I need to repay you, somehow.”

“It’s not a big deal.” You shake your head, and he hums. 

~

You probably should’ve known it then. Should’ve known that getting mixed up with Mingi might not have been the best idea you’ve ever had. But fuck, if the way he fucked you didn’t feel like heaven on Earth.

The first time he fucked you, he had your back pinned against his chest, one of his feet planted firmly on his mattress, his hips pounding into you from behind. His hands pinched and tugged at your erect nipples, his face tucked into your neck as he sucked dark marks into your skin. Broken moans fell from your lips, your vision swimming with pleasure that built itself up and up, seeming to never stop. Your warm walls fluttered around his cock, squeezing him tightly every time he pulled his hips back only to thrust back into you harder and faster than he had been.

Your hair stuck to your skin, your hands flailing and reaching for something, anything to hold onto to ground yourself. One of your hands fell to his hair, gripping it tightly and forcing a low groan from his throat. He pulls away from your neck, lips finding your own and you can taste the hint of sour gummies on his tongue when you suck it into your mouth. You let him lick into your mouth, practically shoving his tongue down your throat with how furiously he kissed you, but you didn’t mind. 

You probably enjoyed it a bit too much, his cock abusing that spongey spot inside of you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, one of his hands slipping down to play with your clit. The stimulation is enough to send you over the edge, spasming around him and crying out against his lips. His orgasm arrives soon after your own, thick ropes of warm cum spilling against your walls and spilling out of you while he continues to fuck you until the overstimulation becomes too much for you. 

~

It becomes a regular thing for you both, fucking each other whenever you get the chance. You both have become…something that you can’t quite name. Not quite exclusive, but not fucking anyone other than each other throughout the next few years. It confuses you, to say the least, the fact that you’re both beginning your senior year in college and still don’t have a label. 

Although now, as you sit with your body splayed across his lap and a bag of sour candies being shared between you two at a party neither of you could care less about and your fingers tangled in his bark hair, you can’t find yourself caring. Not when the kisses he places against your throat have your body thrumming with arousal. He doesn’t care that your friends are right in front of you, doesn’t care that Hongjoong keeps trying to get him to keep his hands to himself. All he sees, feels, hears, smells, and tastes is you. All he cares about is you, and the way you’re running your hand up and down his toned arm. 

“You two,” Wooyoung slurs with a plastic cup in his hand. “Are kinda gross.” He squints at you, pouting when he notices that neither of you are really paying attention to him. Your peer over at him, an eyebrow raised as he stumbles to the couch and sits next to San. You feel your eyes starting to flutter when Mingi sucks at a spot underneath your ear, your grip on his arm tightening a bit. You feel him smile against your skin. 

“Mingi,” Seonghwa’s voice is sharp. His eyes are narrowed as he looks at you both. Anger. Is that what the emotion is? The emotion in his eyes, his fists tightening at his sides. Yunho sits next to him, more uncomfortable than angry. “Can I talk to you for a second?” Your…lover? Friend? Partner? Whatever he is. He sighs against you, reluctantly pulling himself away from your skin and sliding you off of his lap to follow Seonghwa and Yunho further into the house. 

~

That should’ve been your first warning for the night. 

The second should’ve been Hongjoong’s pitying look toward you every few moments while you talk with Jongho about one of the classes you share, the excitement for your final year in college. 

Your third and final warning, the one you listened to.

“I’m glad Mingi won the bet.” 

All eyes turn to Wooyoung, the drunken man completely unbothered by his sudden declaration. There’s a mixture of emotions now. Confusion on your behalf, panic on everyone else’s. 

“What?” Hongjoong tries to shush the younger boy, but he’s persistent.

“The bet!” He chirps. “You know, if Mingi got you to sleep with him, then he’d get $100 from each of us? Didn’t he tell you?” 

It’s like the whole room goes silent. You feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You feel the horror and the realization setting in as you figure out what exactly Wooyoung just told you. What your friends had been hiding for so long. Though, could you really call them your friends now? Now that they’ve told you the truth? 

Your eyes search the house for Mingi, and you find him already looking at you. You can’t read the emotions in his eyes, but you can see him gnawing at his lip and his eyebrows furrowing while Seonghwa yells at him about something. It makes sense now. Why he didn’t want to put a label on you two.

In hind sight, you should’ve seen it. Although, how could you have? He always seemed like a nice guy. Always helped you if you were struggling with something, always brought you those stupid fucking sour gummies. You were completely blinded by the idea of someone showing you true affection for once that you couldn’t see the pity behind his friends’ eyes. 

~

“Y/N.” 

You don’t turn around when he calls your name. His voice cracks and trembles when he speaks. You can’t help but scoff, but you put on a brave face before you turn around. You plaster a smile onto your lips, your wipe the tears away from your eyes and pray that you can hold yourself together long enough to talk to him and get out of there, to take your car and run far, far away.

“I’m sorry.” He takes a step toward you, but the step you take back makes his stumble and freeze in his place. His hands are shaking, a far cry from the confidence he always seems to radiate. 

“It’s okay,” you force the words out, digging the nail of your thumb into your palm to keep the tears back. “I’m not mad.” You see him clench his jaw, see him start to stretch his hand out to you.

“You should be.”

“You’re right.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that.” The tears are starting to well up again and you take a deep breath, turning your gaze away from him. “At least you got a good fuck out of all this, you know?” The laugh you let out turns into a sob, and you put a hand over your mouth to muffle it, to try and calm your breathing enough to continue speaking. Mingi takes another step forward, and then another, grabbing onto your hand before you can get too far from him. 

“That’s not— that isn’t why I did this!” You stare at him in disbelief. 

“So why then? Why did you make the bet in the first place?” There’s no answer from him, and you bite down on your tongue. You pull your hand out of his grip, and he lets you walk away.

There’s a sour feeling boiling in your gut, and as soon as your car door shuts, you allow it to spill over. The sobs free themselves, and you let the tears run down your cheeks. 

A breakdown. One you’ll have to handle on your own this time. No one to bring over snacks and drinks while you watch stupid movies and cuddle on your couch. No friends to fall back on when you need help. Nothing. 

You’re back at the beginning again.

Alone.

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop angst #kpop smut #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez angst #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez mingi #ateez mingi x reader #itsbeeble #itsbeeble masterlist #song mingi #mingi smut #mingi imagines #song mingi imagines #song mingi angst #mingi angst

[urfavsturniolowriter]

Moonlight Pt1

Chris / Nick / Matt / y/n / a/n

(You have been the tripels close friend since middle school nicks your best friend and you obviously love Matt and Chris just as much but you and Nick just have a stronger bond. You’ve just come to realise you have some sort of feelings for Chris but didn’t know how to tell him .You were all driving to the store together at 1am on a warm summer night)

you were the Sturniolo’s best friend. You’re in the car with all of them sat next to Nick In the backseat, Chris in the passenger seat and Matt driving of course you and Nick were talking about boys, crushes to be exact Nick was going on and on about how he found this guy he saw in target earlier insanely attractive but while you were still taking in what he was saying you’re mind was drifting somewhere else..Chris

Nick notices your slightly zoned out “hey y/n! Are you okay?” Nick says with a slight look of concern and confusion

“Oh..um yeah I’m good” you reply “just..um…deep in thought I guess you could say” you smile while staring at the back of Chris smiling my stomach doing summersaults

Before Nick could reply your conversation comes to an end when the car pulls up in an empty store parking lot

“Me and Chris are gonna get some food are y’all coming with or…” matt says turning towards you and Nick with a smile

We both shake our heads

“We’re gonna stay..thanks for offering Matt” I return the smile as I look in the car mirror seeing Chris looking right at me and my cheeks flush pink..what was getting into me. I can’t have feelings for my friend since middle school and shit even worse my best friends brother

Chris chuckes when he sees you blushing “cmon Matt let’s leave these two to chat about..whatever” Chris smiles making your stomach full with butterflies as they both step out the car

“Nick I need to tell you something.” You say ready to open up about this weird feeling that you’ve been getting lately

“Of course y/n you can tell me anything” Nick smiles invitingly

“Well…I think I’m feeling things…for..um.chris” you say scared of his reaction

A smile spreads across nicks face“really?” He says with a smile

“Um yeah. You’re not mad are you?” You say hoping you didn’t upset him

“Why would I be mad y/n? Feelings are normal I’m not gonna be mad over feelings…I’ll even try and set you two up if it helps” Nick smiles

You smile “you’d do that for me?”

“Heck yeah” Nick replies “I’d rather set him up with someone like you than someone who I don’t know..I trust you with him…I know you wouldn’t try and hurt him and it’s better than him ending up with someone who’s gonna hurt him and break his heart” nicks smile widens

Before you could reply you’re cut off by two car doors opening

“Hey mamas” Chris says jokingly

You chuckle slightly at his joke “what food did you guys get?”

“Pepsi, twizlers, gummy worms for Nick and a box of donuts” Chris says looking at you with a smile which makes your heart race

“N-nice!” You smile at the sight of Chris smiling

“Hey um Matt there’s some things I wanna get from the store I forgot about wanna come?” Nick says smiling at you signaling he’s making his move to try set you and Chris up now

“Sure” Matt says opening the car door and getting out as Nick does the same leaving you and Chris alone…

“Come sit next to me y/n” Chris says with a smile warm inviting smile

You climb into Matt’s seat and turn to face him “Chris we need to talk” you say with a slight tone of seriousness

“I think we do” Chris agrees

“Okay so um…I think I…I think I have feelings for you Chris. If you don’t feel the same it’s okay.” You look at him for any sign of rejection

“I um..think I have feelings for you to y/n” Chris admits quietly with a slight blush on his cheeks

You look into his eyes and at his lips then back at his eyes and before you knew it Chris presses his lips against yours kissing you gently but passionately

“Mmh~ Chris” you mange to get out “are you sure” you say making sure he’s definite about this

“Never been more sure of anything” Chris says against your lips while running his hand through your hair “hmm so soft” he pulls you on top of him so your straddling his lap pressing his lips up agaisnt yours once more. His hands find your waist holding it gently. He pulls back slightly looking into your eyes.

You wrap your arms around Chris pressing your body against his in a loving hug “that was..amazing Chris” you say with a smile on your face

*chris wraps his arms around you resting his head in the crook of your neck “I’m glad you enjoyed it y/n” *he opens the car door carrying yo bc out of the car and climbing up onto the car roof sitting with you on his lap “I love the moon and the stars…I have a Photobook of pictures of the sky..I find it fascinating”

“So do I..I love the sky” you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck “I think the sky knew to make itself pretty tonight”

“Mmh I agree” Chris places a sweet tender kiss on your forehead wrapping his arms around you tightly “I think I love you y/n.” Chris says his face pink from admitting this

“I think I love you to Chris” you say with a smile kissing his neck tenderly

“So y/n is it okay if I ask you to be my girlfriend?” Chris said with a smile

Your cheeks flush pink and you say “y-yes..yes Chris I will”

Chris pulls you into a tender kiss on the lips “I love you y/n” chris mumbles against your lips

“I love you to Chris” you mumble

matt and Nick walk out the store and see you and Chris on the car roof kissing under the moonlit sky . You see Chris pull out his phone and messaged the group chat with him Nick and Matt saying “I finally got her bro” you look at his phone smiling thinking to yourself “wait he wanted me to” a notification pops up on your oboe from “Nick 🩵” saying “if you saw that message that’s why I was so excited”

The end (of part one)

(Hey guys the reason they got into a relationship so quickly is because they’ve been best friends for fifteen years so they already know each other so well part two soon ❤️)

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #love #Spotify

[gay-dorito-dust]

i’m literally begging you to write just anything fluffy with bully batson PLEASE

U ask and u shall receive.

‘Where are you taking me y/n?’ Billy asked, ‘you’re not going to kill me are you?’ He instinctively smiles when the choirs of heaven that was your laugh reached his ears; followed shortly by small curses of ‘shit’ and ‘fuck’ when you caught your foot on a rug or the top of the stairs, which only added extra few inches to Billy’s smile.

With how unintentionally happy you were making him- especially with the week he had recently- Billy could only be appreciative of you with every fibre of his being in that moment and every other moments you’ve willingly given him thus far. For all the times he spent thinking of all the bad in his life, you were there right by his side to remind him of the good. You always told him that he was the best thing to ever happen in your life and while he was adamant in accepting that as your truth; you were the greatest thing to ever happen in his life and that was a truth he was more then happy to admit.

You’ve truly dug him out from the darkest depths of his mind on his worst of worse days and Billy would forever be thankful of you every damn day he was blessed to have you, not only in his life by his arms as well.

‘I’m taking you to your final resting place Batson.’ You replied in faux seriousness before snorting, ‘fucking hell, If I was ever a villain I wouldn’t be able to take my self seriously enough, never less when the situation calls for it.’ You added, unable to keep the smile off of your face for longer then an minute. You couldn’t help it when being in Billy’s presence made you giddier then a school girl, even more so from all the fuzziness warming your insides when you were within proximity of the beautiful boy.

‘What do you mean? I’m already scared out of my wits, absolutely terrified,’ Billy played along, ‘so please don’t hurt me almighty y/n, I’ll do anything you ask of me.’ You laughed, smacking his shoulder lightly, causing him to chuckle.

‘Anything?’ You asked once the shared laughter subsided.

‘Anything.’ Billy replied in all seriousness, making the edges of your lips perk upwards, smitten.

‘Then I guess you wouldn’t mind spending the evening with me, sweets, a movie and a blanket fort that almost collapsed on me four times?’ You asked, lifting your hands from his eyes just before he could inquire you even more, allowing his eyes to adjust and focus on the aforementioned fort sitting at the base of his bed; fairy lights strung up along the outsides, allowing the linen an almost heavenly glow as it’s insides was covered in pillows whilst bowls of skittles, sour patch kids, gummy worms laid about in front of the fort as the menu to the movie of your choosing played out on the screen of the tv.

Billy looks to you, his eyes practically gleaming. ‘You did this all for me?’ He asked in an almost whisper. You shrugged, ‘with a little bit of help of course.’ You gestured to Freddy’s empty bed and everything started to price together for Billy. All those times you and Freddy were seen huddled into a corner together, barely speaking above a whisper, standing a little too close for Billy’s liking and the sudden last minute ditches. All of that lead to this, and it was all for him.

Gods you were too good for him.

‘I’d thank him but his ego is big enough already for that to be added to it.’ Billy said whilst thinking of his best friend and brother, knowing well enough that if he was to thank Freddy; he’d hold it over him for weeks on end, using it as his bragging rights. ‘But you,’ he added, gesturing to you now, ‘I’d thank you for every day for the rest of my life.’ Billy admitted, watching on with pride at the smile that blossomed across your face before grabbing your hand in his, protectively and tightly as though you’d slip through his fingers like sand.

‘Now come on, I wanna watch a movie with my favourite person.’ He says, dragging you to the blanket fort as you followed after him willingly, much like you did in every aspect of your life. ‘Only as long as you don’t end up eating all the skittles.’ You said, getting yourself comfortable whilst reaching out for the bowl of skittles. ‘That wasn’t me! That was Darla and Freddy!” Billy cried when you tucked the bowl against your chest as he tried to reach for a piece.

‘Hmm yeah sure, I believe you.’ You mused, chuckling at his pout that quickly turned into a smile when you rested yourself cozily into his side and his arm instinctively reached over your shoulders, squeezing you tight. He internally thanked Freddy for insisting on pulling that cliche move sooner or later; For he wasn’t ever going to thank him for it personally. This was something Billy would rather stay between the both of you.

#dc imagines #dc imagine #dc x reader #dc x you #dc fic #dc fanfic #billy batson x reader #Billy batson x you #Billy batson imagines #Billy batson imagine #Billy batson fic #Billy batson fanfic #shazam x reader #Shazam imagine #Shazam imagines #Shazam x you #Shazam fic #Shazam fanfic

[inkformyblood]

(Ghost x Soap x  König, Established Relationship Ghost x Soap, Pre Relationship Ghost x Soap x Konig)

“Hey, LT.” 

 Soap is close, too close really for this to be anything other than a deliberate invasion of Ghost’s space, territory claimed with a single step between Ghost’s legs and a grin that reminds him of smoke and shifts just as quickly. Ghost blinks, slow, careful, taking stock of the heft of a tactile knife lying against the groove of his spine and the careful way Soap transfers his weight so it settles almost entirely over one leg, dragging the other rather than stepping. He hadn’t quite managed to hide the limp as he had moved closer and Ghost isn’t the only one who's noticed.

 “Johnny,” Ghost answers. He hooks the fingers of one hand over the jut of Soap’s hip, fancying he can feel the delicate ink against the blunted fingertips of his gloves, and moves them both so Soap can lean against him, tugs him so that he does so. There’s always a curious little blush that erupts whenever he does something like this, not touching Soap’s cheeks but setting his ears ablaze in a riot of blotchy pinks and reds. “How’s the leg?”

 (Ghost already knows the facts of it. He knows about the torn ligaments and the heavily bruised muscle and the fucking three inches of leather from Soap’s boot that had stopped the injury from being any worse. He knows what Soap’s hand feels like in his when he’s too drugged up to see straight, his fingers all loose and curling in all the wrong places to try and hold his hand. He knows Soap’s a lucky son of a bitch and he’s just going to get injured again in some other stupid accident unless Ghost stops him.)

 “Be fucking jigging by next week, LT. Just you wait and see.” Soap tries a grin, a little too small for his face, a little too much teeth as he tries to adjust his stance and reconsiders it in the same heartbeat, leaning back into Ghost. “How’re the new recruits doing?”

 “What do you think?”

 Soap snorts, drawing another set of eyes to them, this pair belonging to one of the recruits who quickly thinks better and looks away. 

 “Well, no-one’s curled up on the floor crying so I’m guessing it’s going well enough.”

 “Not bad.” Ghost turns his face away from Soap then, pressing his cheek to the shaved side of the other man’s head. It prickles slightly through the thin dark cloth of his mask and he can just make out the distant apple scent of Soap’s shampoo beneath the sterile blanket of the medical ward. His gaze locks on to the observer tucked into the corner, still mostly hidden despite his height, despite his mask, and dark eyes meet his. 

 König stands apart from the others, his shoulders curling in a way that reminds Ghost of a vulture’s hunch, part protection and part warning. He’s competent. He’s dangerous. And he’s watching Soap like he’s being fucking paid to. 

 “You’ve got a little bird watching you, Johnny.”

 Soap, to his credit, doesn’t look immediately. He hums low and lilting, reaching to one side to tuck his fingers into Ghost’s pocket, tugging at the small paper bag of sweets he knows is in there, just for him. It’s a rough handful of gummy worms this time, deliberately made lighter by the girl working behind the counter holding the bag up of the scale and Ghost couldn’t work out why. The bag rustles as Soap pulls it free. “Some of my favourites in here, Ghost.”

 “Is there?”

 (Ghost knows. He’d spent an exacting five minutes picking all of the colour combinations that Soap had mentioned he liked out of the twisted clinging mess of the others.)

 “But, yeah. It’s König watching isn’t it?”

 Ghost doesn’t answer.

 König doesn’t look away. 

 “He’s cute,” Soap says finally, his words slightly muffled as he chews on a gummy worm. “I think I’d like to see him cry.”

 “I can arrange that,” Ghost answers, immediate, focused. He can feel the dog whistle click in every fibre of his being, locked and loaded and waiting to be pointed at his target. All for Soap. Only for Soap. He won’t think too much about that until later.

 “Nah.” Soap tips his head to one side to press a sweet in every sense kiss to the edge of Ghost’s mask, high enough that he can feel the curve of his grin above the fabric. “Might take you up on it later though. Have you got work to get back to soon?”

 Ghost taps Soap’s hip in warning before he barks, “König!” There’s a shockwave of heads turning, first one way and then the other before they course correct back to minding their fucking business unless they fall under Ghost’s attention next.

 König straightens, slumps, then settles into a halfway measure between the two, his hands pressing into the small of his back. “Ja, sir?”

 Soap is so close to him that Ghost feels his chuckle rather than hears it, the tremble of his ribs that are likely still a mottled patchwork of purple and blue from his last half-thought through scheme, the slight exhalation that quickly resolves itself into a show at straightfaced placidity. It doesn’t work, never has, and Price has seemingly just resolved to ignore it at their briefings. 

 “Seen something interesting there?”

 If König was a few steps closer, Ghost fancies he’d be able to feel the heat rolling off his skin even at this distance. He’s carefully still, barely breathing if the sudden stillness of his mask is anything to judge. His gaze hasn’t wavered from Soap. “Ja, sir.”

 “Now ain’t that interesting,” Soap murmurs, twisting in Ghost’s hold to peer over at König, letting more of his weight sink into Ghost’s hold. “Might get to see him cry a little sooner than I thought.”

#ghostsoap #soapghost #ghostsoapkonig #soapghostkönig #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #konig #my writing #cod mw2 #ghost x soap x konig #soap x ghost x könig #konig x soap

[rendevok]

Tagged by @canolacrush! Thanks canola ^^

Rules: answer the questions and tag 9 people

favorite color: purple (but a close second is greens/mint green)

last song I listened to: Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl by Chappell Roan

last movie I watched: hrm… probably the Mean Girls musical? It was a few weeks ago

currently watching: Bleach, Bravern, and Heaven Official’s Blessing for fucktillionth time (and i’d watch it a fucktillion times more), and the watch list is ever growing

currently reading: The Titan’s Curse (shoutout to the PJO book club), The Song of Achilles (very slowly, aloud, with my cousin), Heaven Official’s Blessing vol. 3. If we’re counting manga, I’m currently reading: Witch Hat Atelier, Spy Family, Dungeon Meshi, & Solo Leveling

sweet/savory/spicy?: i do love my sweets… (but what would life be without savory or spice???? This is an impossible question…)

currently craving: gummy worms (7/11 brand or bust), also some good ramen…

coffee or tea?: i love both but coffee hates me ú_ù

relationship status: single, hashtag yearning

current obsession: TGCF is making me rabid rn, but Ace Attorney is ole reliable!

(No pressure, but) tags: @creeshtar @this-was-a-terrible-idea @martyspiritml @anipwrites @livixsart @angst-in-space @plastilina-bana @catneylang @u3pxx

#anyone who wants to do this also feel free to consider me your tag!! #i love doing these hehehe #i dont really have a tag for this kinda stuff so woe. tumblr tag game be upon ye #oh maybe thats a good one #tag game #also i LOVE reading books aloud its just so fun ^^

[cevansbrat0007]

Restroom Reservations

Summary: You encounter a rude heckler as you try to feed your baby at a local bistro. 

Warnings: Assholes, Protective Andy Barber, Public Breastfeeding, Angry Reader, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This is part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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“Oof.” You mutter as you slide into the booth with baby Bianca in tow. You and your little family were having a date at your favorite little coffee bistro. You’d opted for a spot in the back, just in case baby BiBi got fussy.  

“You okay, baby?” Andy asks as he slips in on the opposite side. He holds his arms out. “Need me to take her for a moment?”

“I’m fine, Andy. Just had a rough landing.” You smile at him. Your six-month-old coos up at you both, the little wiggle worm. “It’s almost time for her to eat, honey. Can you look in her diaper bag for a bottle, please?”

Your husband begins digging through the bag. And then he keeps digging, making you frown. “Baby, there’s nothing in here other than diapers and wipes. Oh, and that one rattle she really loves.” 

Fuck! Had you left them on the counter? What a goddamned waste.

He grimaces. “I think we left them -”

“On the counter?” You finish for him. “Yes, we did. Crap! Some parents we are…”

“There goes our trophy.” He mutters with a wink. 

“I blame your sexy ass. You cost us the title.” You tell him as you blow him a raspberry. “But really, it’s okay. I’ve got my little blanket so I can feed her here. I’m not that worried about it.”

Bianca coos at you again, offering you a sweet, gummy smile. Your baby girl was perfect. 

You go ahead and get yourself set up with your blanket as you adjust your top. BiBi needed to eat. Once she had a full belly, you were almost guaranteed that she would nap. 

“Aww shi - I mean crap!” Andy rumbles. Your husband was really trying to work on his language now that your baby had arrived. The man had quite the potty mouth. And you could not have your daughter walking into preschool referring to her peers as “hello you goddamned motherfuckers!”. 

It would not be a good look. So just no.

 ‘What’s wrong, honey?”

“My phone - it’s Jenkins. I need to take it. You two okay?” 

“We’re fine.” You assure him. “Go.”

“Thank you. I’m so sorry. I’ll be right back, my beautiful girls!”

Andy darts out of the booth. You couldn’t remember the specifics of this particular case, but you knew it was a tricky one. Putting that out of your mind, you adjust the cloth over your chest and hungry baby, before handling your drop cup nursing bra. You loved this damned thing. 

BiBi latches on immediately, thank goodness. Which is good for you, because honestly, your breasts were starting to feel just the tad bit uncomfortable. 

You’re okay for a while, just the two of you. She’s hungry, for which you’re grateful. That typically meant that she would want both breasts. 

“Um, excuse me.” You look up to see a man who must have been in his late fifties. 

“Hi, how can I help you?” 

“I think you should be doing this somewhere else.” He vaguely gestures to your nursing child. “This is not the place for that.”

“Excuse me?” You respond, right as BiBi chooses that time to bite down, making you wince. 

“It’s just that this is a family place. And nobody wants to see…well this.” What?

“Nobody can see anything, dude. And I’m not bothering you, so please go away.”

The man bounces on his heels for a moment. And then he scrubs a hand over his slightly balding head. “It’s just that this is something no one wants to see in public. So stop. If you’ve got to do it, then go to the bathroom or something, but have some respect for everybody else in here.”

Oh no you did not. You motherfucker.

“Okay, boo boo. If you don’t like it, don’t look.” You hiss at him. “I’m going to keep feeding my baby right here. And I promise you’ll be okay while I do it.”

The man, who’s rocking a little too much cologne and more than enough chest hair, doesn’t like that. “You’re making all of us uncomfortable, sweetheart.” He reiterates. 

You do a quick sweep of the room, and unsurprisingly, no one is looking at you. “I think I’m okay, honey. How about you get the hell away from me and my baby before I get angry?” You offer him your most unhinged smile. “My baby needs to eat and you’re disturbing her.”

“Well you’re disturbing me!” He snarls. “And I will go to management. I’m a regular here, so I can have you removed.” The asshole crosses his arms over his portly chest. 

Oh, you think you fancy, huh?

“Sugar Pie, if you don’t get away from me, I’m going to have to interrupt my baby’s meal to put you in the hospital. Would you like that?” Your glare is unflinching. Because if pushed, you would make sure that this man spent the rest of his life eating through a straw. 

“Oh, so now you’re threatening me?” Comes Mr. Dumbfuck’s indignant growl. 

“Nope. That was what I call a promise. Now leave us alone, please.” You check under your drape cloth to make sure your baby is okay.

“Disgusting.” The man grumbles under his breath.

“Yes, you are.” You snipe. “Good on you for being self aware.” The smile that you offer him is not a friendly one. 

“That’s it, lady. I’m going to -” He pauses as your husband walks back over your booth.

“What’s going on here?” Andy asks, clearly confused as he takes in the scene.

“Oh, hi! Welcome back, baby. This stupid man is convinced that I’m disturbing him by feeding our baby. Right here. Right now.” Andy’s posture immediately stiffens and his muscles swell, letting you know he’s ready for a fight. My hubby is gonna hurt you, Mr. Port Port.

“Is that right?” Andy snarls softly. “You got a problem with my girls, man?” Mr. Port Port starts to quiver just a little as he takes in your husband’s imposing form.  

“I, uh, it’s just, I wish she would do it somewhere else. And I told her that.” He waves his hand at you. 

Oh look, that one vein in Andy’s temple was throbbing. Oops. 

“He wants BiBi to go eat in the bathroom.” You tell your irate husband. “Because he’s uncomfortable.” The evil smile that graces your lips is surely one for the books. 

“Oh really?” Andy snarls quietly. He’s so pissed you’re surprised he’s not crawling on the ceiling. “So my baby should go eat in the bathroom, where people piss and shit? Did I get that right?”

“Well, it’s just, I mean...” Mr. Dumbass responds. “It’s about being considerate to the rest of us. I just sat down with my food and now I have to look at this! You understand.”

You gently bounce BiBi as she continues to nurse. This man was an idiot.

“Ah, okay. I’m so sorry you had to go through this.” Andy nods. “And where are you sitting? I’d like to take care of your meal.”

Mr. Port Port offers you a satisfied smile. “Right there, sir. Thank you so much. Women these days just don’t understand - wait!”

You watch with demented glee as your husband picks up the man’s food and confidently walks it towards the restroom. After a quick moment, Andy reemerges, sans plate. And then he puts his large, imposing hand on Mr. Port Port’s shoulder, squeezing just a little too hard. 

“Neither one of my girls deserves to eat in a goddamned bathroom. Not now. Not ever. You got a problem with my wife taking care of my child? Then you mind your motherfucking business and go eat somewhere else.” 

You can’t contain your giggle. Your husband had a whole scary, sexy vibe going. 

“May I suggest the second stall on the right? Your scramble is waiting for you.”

END

#Chris Evans #andy barber #chris evans smut #andy barber smut #chris evans black!reader #andy barber black!reader #chris evans woc!reader #andy barber woc!reader #chris evans fanfic #andy barber fanfic #chris evans imagines #andy barber imagines #Cevansbrat0007 fic #cevansbrat0007growing pains series

[dapperenby13]

A oneshot about Yosano’s first day with Fukuzawa and Ranpo

Warnings for: mentions of m*ri, spoilers for Yosano’s backstory, all the grisly details that come with her backstory,

Let me know if I missed anything

Angels Of Death Deserve Love Too

Fukuzawa was in way over his head…. Again.

Basically adopting Ranpo (and then legally adopting him) was bad enough. He didn’t need any more children. No he had enough to deal with as it was.

But he was ultimately a weak man when it came to children in need, and once he learned about Akiko, well he had to do something. So that’s how he ended up being the guardian of two young teenagers, one who was endlessly annoying and ridiculously smart. And the other who had just been taken out of a very traumatic situation.

He really hoped this would turn out okay.

-

“Ranpo, I see you got young Yosano here out of harm's way, good job.” Fukuzawa gave the young boy a small smile. Ranpo beamed back at him.

He was pushing said girl in a hospital style wheelchair, from what Fukuzawa had learned she’d been locked away in solitary confinement for three years. Her muscles must have deteriorated.

Mental note: consult a physical therapist, she probably won’t want to see any doctors in person knowing her history.

“I suppose I should introduce myself, my name is Yukichi Fukuzawa, you may call me either I don’t really care.” Said man positioned himself at the side of the wheelchair and led the way out of the large building where the fight had taken place. Mori shouldn’t be bothering them anytime soon.

Yosan merely nodded, her face was wet with tear streaks, overgrown bangs clinging to the moisture. She was wearing a plain white dress, almost hospital-like in design, the fabric looked scratchy and uncomfortable. He would have to find her something else to wear soon.

Fukuzawafigured he should probably tell her what was going to happen to her. No point worrying her with a lack of information.

“Now Yosano, you have a few options from here.” The small group continued their slow crawl, “You could go into government care. You’ve officially been released from prison so you won’t go there, but you’d presumably be placed with a foster family.” Yosano clenched her fists, obviously uncomfortable with the idea.

“If you wish to join the Armed Detective Agency you could stay with Ranpo and I. I'd be your legal guardian like I am for Ranpo. Or we could try to figure out a third option. You don’t have to decide now, but it would be good if we knew where to take you first.”

“I… I want to join the detective agency.” Her voice was scratchy from little use. “Ranpo said you don’t want my ability.” She almost phrased it like a question, as if the thought of not being used for her power was unthinkable. It’s probably all she’s ever known.

Fukuzawa turned to face her as they walked, “No we don’t want your ability. You obviously care about people and are a kind kid, and that is all we ask. You deserve to be happy and safe. And I will do whatever in my power to make that happen.” And Fukuzawa meant it. Damn, I really have gone soft haven’t I?

“Then I’d like to join the Armed Detective Agency.”

-

Arrangements were made for Yosano to stay with Fukazawa and Ranpo, so for now Fukuzawa made up his mind to clear out the office for the young girl.

It was a good thing that he rarely used the office, preferring to work at the dining room table while Ranpo played some game craftmine? He had no clue, even though he’d sat through multiple walkthroughs of the intricate buildings and forts the fifteen year old had constructed in the game.

At that moment Ranpo was sitting on the floor babbling about his and Fukazawa’s work while Yosano sat curled up on the couch dressed in some of Ranpo’s pajamas and wrapped in a weighted blanket. He was even sharing some of his gummy worms.

At least they’re getting along. Fukuzawa thought to himself as he rolled out a futon on the office floor. The clutter had been pushed into a corner leaving enough space for the mattress and a now empty desk. This’ll have to do for now.

The older man supposed he was lucky that Ranpo had an affinity to soft blankets to the point that they had multiple extras. Which meant he could give the girl a bit of control over her new situation, something her life had obviously been lacking.

“Yosano,” he got the teen’s attention. “Do you have a preference for which blanket you want to use? We have this blue one,” He held up a large blue blanket with lighter blue stripes. “Or this one,” Fukuzawa hoisted up a fuzzy purple blanket with stylized cats.

The blue one had come from a department store, Ranpo had liked the color, while the other one had been purchased from a small thrift shop and been chosen for the texture. Fukuzawa refused to admit it but he mostly agreed to buying it because of the cats.

Yosano looked slightly taken aback at being given a choice but eventually pointed at the purple blanket, and Fukazawa gave her a nod. He was silently happy that she also liked the cat blanket.

He once again left the teens to whatever they were doing and finished making up the futon.

-

Akiko was confused. The entire day had been confusing. She’d been taken from her prison by the worst possible man and forced to watch more violence take place. She might have preferred to stay in that mental institute surrounded by white padded walls and floor and ceiling. Sitting in that corner staring at her hands as if they were still dripping with the blood of dying soldiers.

She’d been too weak to walk and been confined to a wheelchair that she couldn’t even push herself. He’d taken her to a rooftop landing and watched in a detached agony him fighting another man. They were arguing about humanity and something called ‘The Port Mafia’ Akiko hadn’t understood. All she knew was the endless cycle of death and life would continue once more. She’s be but a pawn in Mori’s game. A weapon of torment and war.

And she couldn’t run away, cause it would always be the same. She could never escape her special ability, her curse.

Then a boy with choppy dark hair showed up. He’d wheeled her away from the battle and she hadn’t cared. Nothing would change. But once reached a hallway he began explaining the situation. That he and his employer could get her away from him.

Akiko hadn’t thought there was anywhere in the world where she could be allowed to live, it was inevitable that she ruined lives. But the boy laughed, said that he was the smartest person in the world and he disagreed with her. He’d given her back the butterfly clip she’d lost so long ago.

He told her that the Armed Detective Agency didn’t want or need her ability, they only wanted her kindness. And Akiko had wept. Maybe, just maybe she could be allowed to live.

Soon after they were joined by the older man with grey hair who’d been fighting him. He’d introduced himself and said he would help her. And she had no one else so she agreed.

Now she sat in a comfortable living space, the stark white gown had been traded for the boy’s (who’s name she’d learned was Ranpo) pajamas. They were much softer than the clothing she’d been wearing for however long she’d been locked away. Time had bled together. Akiko didn’t even know how old she was.

Ranpo had offered her something called a weighted blanket, he’d explained it was comforting and good for grounding. He’d been right. The weight held her thoughts together and provided a cocoon in which to shield herself in.

Ranpo had even gotten out a pack of multicolored gummy worms, the same type she remembered from so long ago when she’d once worked in a small candy shop. The sugar was the best thing Akiko had tasted in years and she was happy to listen to Ranpo boast about all the cases he and Fukuzawa had solved.

She may be confused and unsure what the next day would bring. But right now she seemed to be safe. A pot of tea was on the stove and Fukuzawa was setting up a place for her to sleep.

Akiko pulled the blanket tighter around herself and let Ranpo’s words wash away her worries for now. Maybe she could be allowed to live.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #yosano akiko #bsd yosano #yosano’s backstory #angst #hurt/comfort #ranpo and yosano are siblings #ranpo edogawa #bsd fukuchi #parental fukuzawa #bsd mori #i mate m*ri so much #healing #yosano getting a family #found family #I love them #autistic ranpo bsd

[hoetani]

Painting the fence together!

Characters: Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

Warnings: fluff, (1) mention of blood (17+ Blog)

A/n: Was painting my fence the other day and the only way I got through was by romanticising it :’)

➵  RAN HAITANI

The sun beats down against your skin, dehydrating your body like dried mango. It’s been a challenge to convince Ran to paint the fence, he insists he should just pay someone to do it, but it’s your first house together and you want to share this memory with him.

He moans and groans as he trudges around in scruffy joggers and an old top – something he wouldn’t ordinarily be caught dead in, a noticeable pout forming at his lips.

“If we hired someone, we’d still be in bed right now,” he points out, eyeing a patch of grass before  plonking down on it.

“No, you’d still be in bed, I’d be doing something else.”

“Touche.”

“Don’t you want to make your darling wife happy?” You tease from across the grassy planes, the tufts are long and strewn – dealing with that would be tomorrows task.

“That’s all I ever want,” he mutters in faux annoyance, but the hidden tones of truth make your heart flutter.

You give him a smile as bright as the sun as you grab your own utensils and set them next to him. It’s a sight to behold, he looks miserable in his little corner, brush in hand as he waits for you.

“I’m going to go and get us some water, then we can start okay?”

Without waiting for his defeated reply, you’re back in the house, filling a pitcher with ice-cold water and grabbing two cups. Your eyes flicker to the lone packet of gummy worms in the cupboard, but ultimately decide against it as they’ll melt.

Heading out with the tray of beverages you call out, “I’m here, let’s start.”

Your eyes widen as your mouth drops open. There, in the very place you left him, Ran had keeled over, snuggling into the grass as soft snores escape his slightly parted lips. A paintbrush clutched tightly to his chest. You’d be mad if he wasn’t so cute!

Heading inside, you look for the decorator’s number, sighing as you call them up.

BONUS

Ran startles awake in the cold garden, the sun has started to set and he’s still clutching the brush. Dropping it to the ground, he looks around only for his mouth to drop open in surprise, the fence was completely painted. His heart clenches at the thought of you slaving over each piece and without any help no less!

He rushes inside only to find you coming out of a freshly steaming shower, this confirms his theory.

“Why did you paint it without me?”

“You were asleep,” you raise an eyebrow, “thought you didn’t want to do it anyway.”

“I didn’t,” he insists, “But I didn’t want you to do it alone either.”

He reaches for your overworked hands, gripping them gently as he applies small amounts of pressure to relieve any pain you may be feeling. The guilt is overwhelming as he guides you to the bedroom and tucks you into bed.

“Whatever you need baby I’ll get.”

➵ RINDOU HAITANI

After lots of convincing – and kisses – you and Rindou take on the task of painting the washed-out fence. You’ve been sweating away under the simmering sun for a while now with good work to show for it.

After finishing your little section, you turn to see how he’s progressing. He’s sat down, knees making soft prints in the grass as he focuses on the bottom halves of the panels. A smile pulls at the corners of your lips at the sight, his tongue pokes out slightly as he finishes with quick and neat strokes. His dedication shines as bright as his sweat as he ploughs through the gruelling task for you.

“Ruff! Ruff!”

Suddenly, a loud growl of a dog sounds out through the other side of the fence. Rin, so focused on the task at hand, startles and falls back, his pupils moving around frantically until he realises there’s no danger.

Your boisterous laugh catches his attention and with narrowed eyes and pursed lips, he gets up from the ground and prowls towards you with purpose. Your heart hammers in your chest as you back away slowly, arms outstretched in surrender.

“Look Rin, we can talk about this –”

He pounces abruptly and you shriek again. The landing is less than graceful and you’ve definitely sustained a few scrapes but his satisfied grin makes it all worth it.

As you both lay on the ground, a mess of paint and limbs, he leans down to press a firm kiss to your lips, his grip on your arms tightening marginally as you return the kiss with overwhelming vigour. You know every time you look out the window and into the garden you’ll be reminded of this very moment – the perfect memory.

➵ SANZU HARUCHIYO

You had one demand for him before you left the house this morning, and when you asked him with such a sweet voice how could he say no?

Haru can you start painting the fence, I’ll finish it off when I come home.

He shoos you away with a promising smile and a kiss to the nose.

He’s way too tired to fulfil your request but he’ll be damned if he lets you take part in the arduous task. Not wanting to let you down, he uses his wit to come up with a plan. A slow smile consumes his face as everything clicks into place.

‘She’s going to be so happy when she gets home,’ he thinks giddily as he surveys the messy garden. The place is scattered with groups of guys, paintbrushes and paint buckets in hand as they work up a sweat. What’s the point of being Bonten’s #2 and having all this power if he isn’t going to use it.

“If my wife ain’t happy, then I ain’t happy,” Sanzu hollers, “So you better do a good job!”

With the extra help it’s not long until the fence is pristine in colour. After allowing them a few seconds to admire their handy-work, he orders everyone to clean up in preparation for your arrival.

“Oh my!” he hears you gasp as you enter the garden, handbag still in hand, “If I’d known we had guests I would have brought food back! Let me bring you all some refreshments for your hard work.”

The guys cheer as Sanzu’s face twists into a scowl. Watching the tired guys perk up at the sight of his wife makes his hand twitch dangerously but he composes himself – he can’t go spilling blood over the newly painted fence, you’d definitely be upset.

“There’s no need baby, they were just leaving!” He says in an overly-friendly manner. They however, understand the threat, opting to assemble out of the garden in a single file line. It’s not long before you’re alone.

The radiant smile that greets his eyes makes his breath hitch. Leaning up, you place a soft kiss on the corner of his lip, directly on his scar, “Thank you Haru.”

A silly smile renders him hopeless, he loves it when his hard work pays off.

#Tokyo Revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #Tokyo revenger fluff #rindou haitani #rindou haitani fluff #haitani rindou x you #haitani rindou x reader #haitani fluff #ran haitani #ran haitani x you #tokyo revengers rindou #tokyo revengers ran #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani fluff #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x you #sanzu haruchiyo fluff #tokyorev fluff #tokyorev drabble #tokyorev imagines #TokyoRev #honey: writes

[justabigassnerd]

Horror movies

Pairing - TASM!Peter Parker x sister!reader

Word count - 1,139

Warnings - n/a, just fluff

Summary - Peter and his younger sister watch horror movies

A/N - It's another TASM fic y'allllll! I'm always happy to write for my beloved Spidey because I love him so much and he deserves nothing but the best. Also, consider this a reminder that I'm now writing for Rooster from Top Gun Maverick! Anyways I'll stop rambling so as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!

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It was a rare night in the Parker household for both Parker siblings to be in the house and able to hang out with each other. Peter was usually so busy with being Spider-Man and you were usually busy with school work so the two of you hadn’t been able to hang out in a while and you missed each other’s company.

“Hey, wanna have a movie night?” Peter asks as he opens the room to your door, ignoring your groan of protest at his lack of knocking and smiling expectantly at you.

“Okay, but I pick the movie.” You agree, sitting up from where you were lying on your bed as Peter nods.

“I pick the snacks then.” Peter replies, the two of you reaching an agreement and heading downstairs to see what you could find. Since Aunt May was working a night shift at the hospital, the two of you had the freedom to do whatever you wanted. When you get downstairs, you head into the living room to find something to watch and as you did that, Peter searched the kitchen for snacks.

“Hey y/n/n, there’s nothing in terms of snacks in the kitchen so I’m going to make a snack run. Do you want anything in particular?” Peter says, appearing in the doorway behind you, making you jump slightly and turn around to face him as he laughs.

“I thought you were picking the snacks?” You tease as Peter rolls his eyes.

“I figured I’d be nice and get you something. So, what do you want?” Peter asks again, folding his arms across his chest and looking at you expectantly.

“Either popcorn or chocolate I’m not fussed. Surprise me.” You say with a smile before turning your attention back to the tv while Peter grabs his keys and leaves the house, leaving you to find a movie to watch.

After about half an hour passed you heard keys jangling in the lock of the door signalling Peter’s return. You greeted him as he entered the house, the rustling of bags telling you that Peter’s snack run was successful and that he had more than enough snacks for the night.

“I got the snacks!” Peter says gleefully, holding the bags up in triumph as he plants himself next to you on the sofa, emptying the bags on the coffee table. Once he’s emptied the bags, he looks up to the tv screen, freezing momentarily before an amused smile covers his face.

“A horror movie? Are you serious?” He laughs as you roll your eyes.

“Yeah. Worried you’ll get scared?” You tease, nudging him with your shoulder as he scoffs.

“I think I’ve seen so much as Spider-Man; nothing bothers me anymore. It’s you I’m worried about.” Peter says, leaning back against the sofa cushions after opening the pack of sour gummy worms and chucking one in his mouth.

“You have nothing to worry about Pete. I’m not a kid you know.” You scoff, grabbing the bag of sour gummy worms and taking one.

“I know you’re not. But you were also the kid who needed Uncle Ben to scare away the monsters in your closet every night.” Peter teases as you groan, grabbing the controller and pressing play on the movie, determined to prove Peter wrong.

As the movie progressed, Peter could hear your heartbeat picking up and your breath hitching with the intensity of each scene. He could tell when you tensed up at each jump scare but you were fighting to keep your cool because you wanted to prove that you could watch a horror movie without being scared.

“y/n/n, it’s okay if this is too scary for you. We can put something else on.” Peter says gently, not missing the way you jumped at the sound of his voice.

“No, I can do it. I’m fi-” You’re cut off by a large jump scare, causing a scream to slip past your lips and making you hide your face behind the first cushion you could grab. Peter then grabbed the controller and turned the movie off before turning the main lights back on and gently grabbing the cushion and removing it from your face.

“Let’s not have you accidentally suffocating, huh?” He says quietly as he places the cushion by his side and pulls you into a hug, allowing you to bury your face in his chest.

“It was scary, Pete.” You admit defeatedly, shoulders sagging in disappointment that you couldn’t make it through one scary movie.

“It was, wasn’t it?” Peter agrees, grabbing the blanket from the sofa arm behind him and draping it around your shoulders. He grabs the controller again and finds one of your favourite movies to play in the background. Upon hearing the familiar opening to the movie you detach yourself from his grip and focus on the movie instead to try and take your mind off the movie you had just watched.

“Hey, want a hot chocolate?” Peter asks gently, not speaking too loudly in case he made you jump.

“Yes please.” You reply quietly and Peter gets up and heads to the kitchen to make both him and you a hot chocolate. Once he filled the two mugs with the steaming liquid, he put some whipped cream and marshmallows on top and brings the two mugs into the living room.

“Did someone order a hot chocolate?” Peter says with a smile as he enters the room, handing one mug to you which you take with a small smile, immediately taking a sip which was instantly regretted when the liquid burnt your tongue.

“That’s hot.” You wince, placing the mug down on the coffee table.

“Clues in the name.” Peter laughs as you groan, shoving him lightly so he didn’t spill any of his drink. Peter then placed his drink down too and poked you in the side, laughing as you squirm and shuffle away, trying to stifle your laughs. After you both calm down you turn your attention back to the movie and watch it, only occasionally making passing comments about what was happening on screen.

When the movie finished, the two of you put all the snacks that were uneaten away and washed up your mugs and returned them to the cupboards before heading up to your rooms. You climb into your bed and scroll through your phone for a bit before noticing Peter in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“You going to be, okay?” He asks, watching as you nod with a smile.

“Yeah, I think I’ll be okay.” You reply, watching as he nods grabs the door handle and begins to close the door before a thought crossed his mind.

“If you need someone to check for monsters I’m down.”

His spider-sense wasn’t ready for the pillow that came launching at his head.

#justabigassnerd #justabigassnerd writes #peter parker #tasm peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x sister!reader #tasm #tasm fic #tasm!peter parker #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker x you #tasm peter parker x sister!reader #tasm peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter x y/n

[thenebulochaoticwriter]

Chapter Three: Watana-Bae's Club

“Doe.” Stephen greeted, even though he had frowned immediately upon seeing her, which was the polar opposite of Moira’s expression herself.

Moira tapped her fingers on her skirt. She always made sure that she looked nice, but regardless of when or where, she always hoped that she would get a compliment from Stephen. Well, not even specifically a compliment, but some sort of comment or acknowledgment- as she hardly gets even that when he attends her shows.

“I didn’t expect to run into you here!” Moira said, leaning back and forth on her heels. “I guess it makes sense that you like books, though, since you judge them all the time.”

Moira had left her house for the sake of meeting with Ai- regardless of if he begged or not. Unfortunately, one of his co-workers informed her that he was busy at the moment, so she’d have to wait. She was a bit disappointed, but all of that was immediately erased when she ran into Stephen.

Stephen hummed disapprovingly, raising a hand to his hip as he arched an eyebrow in Moira’s direction. “I don’t ‘judge’, Doe, I critique.” He claimed.

“Yeah..” Moira paused, pretending to be in thought, but really she just didn’t want to move on to her next topic too quickly, lest Stephen felt ignored. “...sooooo, do you have a favorite book?”

“Your sister’s book is not my favorite, no.” Stephen said, furrowing his eyebrows. Moira immediately sighed, bummed out by the fact that he cut the conversation so short by predicting exactly what she’d say.

“Come on, you’re cutting me off short here.” Moira huffed- and thankfully, Stephen didn’t bother telling her that that was his point. “Do you have a favorite book, at least?” Stephen gave her a look with his infamous raised eyebrow. “I’m asking because I’m curious, don’t worry. I have no ulterior motive whatsoever.”

Moira gives a big grin, raising her eyebrows up and down in an attempt to look as suspicious as possible. This makes Stephen sigh, and he hands her the vhs tape tucked beneath his arm. “I don’t like many books. I’d prefer it if this movie had a book variant for me to read but it isn’t available here.”

“Oh!” Moira gasps, smiling brightly at the movie he’d handed her. “William’s Chocolatier!” Stephen gives her a frown- silently telling her not to raise her voice in their current setting. “I love this movie!” She says in a quieter, albeit still just as excited manner.

“Do you?” Stephen asks, although his voice was dull in what seemed to be disinterest.

William’s Chocolatier was one of Moira’s favorite movies, simply because it was a movie made for absolutely everyone- including a horror obsessor like her. The movie itself follows a young boy who’s taken to a popular chocolatier with his friends. The whole movie is them getting trapped in the underground factory and having to escape while they have a bunch of fun activities with the sentient treats throughout the factory.

What Moira loved so much about it is the constant reminder that the owner of the factory, William, is coming after them. While he comes silently, whenever he leaves a section of the factory while following the kids, he’ll actively destroy the treats that helped the children continue on their journey. He does it in ways that make it confusing for kids and disturbing for adults.

On top of that aspect, while the executions (seen more as simply “escaping” to the kids) of the children are seen as funny for kids watching, it’s made incredibly disturbing for adults who actually know what’s going on.

“My favorite scene was when, that, um.. The gummy worm- I can’t remember his name- but how his little execution was just, like.. Getting his tail and lower body cut off over and over again. You know?” Moira explained, pointing to the gummy worm in the background of the cover.

“His name was Geronimo.” Stephen commented, before nodding. “Yes, I think that was one of the scenes that actually scared the kids who watched it.” He paused, before sitting down in a nearby chair and continuing. “My favorite was the candy cane scene.”

Moira claps excitedly, albeit not actually slamming her hands together so as to not cause too much noise. “Yes! Is it because it foreshadows what happened with William and his wife?” She asked.

Resting his elbows on the counter, Stephen avoided his gaze. He paused for a bit too long, but eventually said. “Sure. Yes, that’s why.”

“Is it cuz the candy cane lady was hot, then?” Moira asked, bouncing her leg in her lap in excitement.

Stephen sighs at her accusation. “No.” He pauses for another quick second, before deciding to explain. “I appreciated the intimacy of the scene. It was far more satisfying to watch than any sexual scenes I’ve seen in adult films.”

Moira cupped her face in her hands and leaned her elbows onto the table. “That’s funny to say considering the candy cane lady was literally getting murdered.”

“Don’t act stupid. I’ll feel obligated to treat you as such.” Stephen warns in a faux threatening manner.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Moira leaned back in her chair, but then sat up straight, noticing that she had changed her position at least three times, and Stephen had kept his throughout the entire conversation. “Last night I watched this semi-erotica. None of the spicy bits were really entertaining to look at, though. Then again, none really are.”

“I take it you don’t quite like erotic movies.” Stephen guesses, and correctly so as Moira shrugs.

“I prefer to read them. The same with horror. I like watching that kind of stuff, but I don’t like it when it isn’t exactly how I want it to be, you know?” Moira asks, crossing her leg over the other. “Even if the author explains a scene, whether horrific or erotic, I feel like writing leaves enough blanks for me to imagine the scene how I like. But at the same time it’s explained in such detail that it comes off in a really creative way. I think.”

Stephen stared at Moira with a stoic, albeit interested expression as she spoke. “I agree.” He nods, pauses for a moment and then stands up silently. “I’ll return in just a moment.”

Moira nodded, and true to his word he did come back, holding a book he must’ve grabbed from off one of the many shelves in the library.

“I hear you’re religious.” Stephen states bluntly, sitting across from her once again. He was usually pretty stiff, but he seemed far more stiff and uncomfortable as he handed her the book.

“Mhm. Does this book have something to do with it?” Moira asks, tapping the cover and looking up at him. As if awaiting him to give her any disclaimers.

Stephen nods, furrowing his eyebrows, although not at her. Rather, to the window showing outside- not that there was anything other than nearby buildings in that regard as well.

Seeing as Stephen didn’t seem as if he was going to elaborate any further, Moira turned the book to examine the back. From what she read, it featured two young kids, both religious, both under similar families, but still being completely different in their own right. One of the kids, the boy, is unnecessarily rebellious against their religion, and the other, a girl, was unnecessarily strict with their religion.

“So is this inappropriate in any way, Steph?” Moira asked, leaning her face in her hand, trying her best to immediately address the elephant in the room- the elephant itself being Stephen’s strange stiffness. Stephen frowned, seemingly less nervous as he glared at her.

He swiftly snatches the book back. “Don’t insult me, Doe.”

“I’m just asking!” Moira says, stretching her arms out to slowly pick off each of Steph’s fingers from the book. In the end he just let go of it, acting as if he was disgusted by being touched by her. “You were stiff. I wanted to attempt to address the problem.”

Stephen simply huffs, although the return of his somewhat stiff movements seemed to indicate that he was less upset at Moira now. Part of Moira assumed that he was worried about there being some sort of misunderstanding, but additionally, Moira wasn’t that stupid. And neither was Stephen, of course.

Moira tilted her head to the side. “Well, in any case. Can you give me some insight into what the book’s about? The back of it only says so much.” She asks, attempting to shift from the topic that made Stephen uncomfortably quiet.

Stephen looked back at her for a moment, eying her in a somewhat suspicious manner. Moira in return smiled, and Stephen scoffed, although she didn’t know exactly why. He opened his mouth- either to ridicule Moira or to elaborate, as she asked, but Moira wouldn’t figure that out as a light voice rose from behind her.

“Omo- ah, Moira.”

Moira turned her head, and Ai stood behind her. “Sorry for the wait, Moira.” He bowed his head lightly. “We’re ready for you now.”

“Ah.” Moira turned back to Stephen, who was already standing up. “You’re free to call me and visit whenever, Stephen.” She offered, as she did often, despite the fact that he always denied. She stood up as well.

“I’ll make sure to not do that.” Stephen said, turning away from her as her shoulders fell in disappointment. He briefly flicked his wrist in a lazy goodbye and parted from the two.

Ai allowed Moira to sigh before smiling sneakily. “You seem quite quick to invite him over to your house, hm?” He asks in a kidding manner.

Moira scoffs, throwing her hands up. “I invite everyone to my house. It means I can stay inside more often.”

Ai gasps dramatically and Moira realizes her mistake. “Everyone?” As Moira opens her mouth to defend herself, Ai adds. “And yet you exclude me? Shame on you, Moira. After everything I’ve done for you?”

The designer’s attempt in defending herself immediately switches to laughter and she covers her mouth as to not laugh too loud. “I..” Moira sighs, taking a second, before deciding to not comment on that. “..I don’t? Are you sure?”

“If you did, I'd probably be over. At all.” Ai responds, raising a hand to grab a nearby book in a lax manner.

It was true, now that Moira thought about it that Ai hardly ever came over. It was weird why that was. It’s not as if she specifically excluded him, of course, if anything having Ai around was always something she enjoyed in the back of her mind.

Moira raises a hand to her chin in thought. “..that’s weird, I feel like I invite everyone.” She says, before allowing that fact to drift from her mind. She smiles, “It’s probably because whenever I speak with you I feel, uhh…” Moira thinks for a moment. “..full?”

She knew that that didn’t make much sense, but she was trying her best. It was often that whenever Moira visited Ai in the library, they’d usually talk for a lengthy amount of time. They would start topics of conversation and finish them to their entirety in that length of time, so there was no need for any other questions or alternate answers. Maybe extra comments, but Moira felt like Ai made sure to properly finish the topic of conversation before the two parted ways, where that was intentional or not.

Ai chuckles at her sloppy words, putting the book back and instead looking to the one in her hand. Moira hands it to him as she continues speaking. “It’s like eating a bunch of baked potatoes. Or a bunch of boiled eggs. With a side of salad, or something.”

Lifting an eyebrow at Moira, Ai reads the back of the book she previously had. “I make you feel healthy?” He guesses sarcastically. Before Moira can retort, he chuckles. “I’m joking.” He tucks the book beneath his arm. “I’m glad I, uh, fill you up.”

“I-” Moira sighs, placing her face in her hands. “-okay, where are you leading me?” She asks, looking up at Ai in an attempt to look upset, but only being able to smile at his smug grin.

“It’s actually underneath the library.” Ai leads Moira to the front desk, and opens the counter’s swinging door for her to walk through. “After you.” He bows his head lightly, and Moira gives him a small curtsey in return before walking through. Ai places down the book beneath his arm and leads Moira to the behind the desk area.

Inside, there were a couple other staff members, doing their work as per usual. A woman nodded at Ai and then waved to Moira with a smile, before returning to her work. At the end of a short hallway, there looked to be a fancy looking elevator door. It looked a bit too old to fit in with the library’s general appearance, but it seemed to be painted and decorated to blend in at least a bit. Ai pressed the singular button, and the door immediately opened to them.

Once the two had entered, Moira admired the decorative carvings of the inside. Floral patterns seemed to be a regular pattern found everywhere in the libraries decorations. And it seemed that the same could be said about this unknown elevator shaft. “It’s weird to see an elevator like this in a library.” Moira claims, tilting her head as she looked at Ai curiously. “This has been here the whole time?”

Ai smiled, looking proud. “It was here even before I became the owner of the library. The elevator used to be broken, but we decided to fix it up- along with the area beneath the library. I think you’ll like what we’ve done with it.”

“Well, now I’m excited.” Moira said, smiling and tapping her fingers together excitedly. “Do you know what the area used to be, then? A basement or bunker?”

Ai hums in thought, folding his arms behind his back. “Well, it’s worth noting that this building used to be a luxury hotel before the top floors were burned. A year or so later it was renovated into the smaller building that we know and love as the library.”

Suddenly, a golden light spilled between the textured metal gates of the elevator. As Moira stepped forward to get a better look at the area- that was much larger than she expected- Ai continued. “We think it used to be a large casino or auction house.”

Below, there were many people dressed in fancy clothes, some donning masks. Many that she didn’t recognize at all- with or without the mask. They must all be visitors from outside of the town. The area was large, with several large chandeliers lighting up the top of the high ceiling, and more light sources climbing down the wall to continue the shining gold that reflected off of the room.

“Oh, wow..” Moira folded her hands together, an even more exciting smile on her face as she blushed lightly in excitment. Truthfully, she didn’t expect something so grand to be held anywhere in the small town she lived in, just due to its simplicity. Not that the simplicity was bad by any means, but even the library’s comfy atmosphere didn’t match the extravagant one that this area shone onto Moira.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” Ai asked, smiling at Moira expectantly, although her face showed enough what she thought of it.

“I..” Moira paused, her face suddenly going red. “..jeez, I feel underdressed.” She says, raising her hands to her cheeks in embarrassment. What she’d put together was a black and white striped dress that hung off her shoulders, with similar stockings, and slightly more cute-looking white heels.

Ai laughs lightly as the door opens to the elevator, allowing the light to properly shine into the elevator shaft. “Welcome to my clubhouse.” He joked. He lifted his hand up to large letters encrusted on the wall above the large stage.

“Watanabe’s Bun-ra-ku-za.” Moira spelled out slowly, looking to Ai just in case she pronounced it wrong, which from the proud look on his face, it didn’t seem like she did. “What’s that mean?”

“Theatre.” Ai replied simply. “I only call it that because I’m most proud of the operas, performances and plays we hold here often.” He said, offering Moira his arm, which she gladly took as they walked through the large room. “As you can see, there are many different kinds of people here from all over the world. We have stands available for said people to rent to sell their valuables, as well as for others to buy from.”

He raises a hand to the stage, which was currently playing a snazzy jazz tune that Moira swears she’d heard before somewhere. “If it’s not a performance of some sort, we also hold auctions when we have a large amount of valuable items to sell.”

Moira recalled going to all sorts of auctions with her grandmother when she was younger. A lot of the things that she bought were old, rundown things that her grandfather would take and make it look new again. As a child, Moira never understood the value of such things or why her grandmother would pay so much for it. When she got older she was taught about how much people would pay for antiques and how valuable old things were to some people due to its age alone. Now she realizes how valuable things like that were. Her house, for instance, was considered pretty old and valuable, and had a less modern build than other houses in the town. To Moira it was valuable due to its unique design, since it was the same kind of house she grew up in.

Moira looks around, trying her best to be discreet and not stare too long at any of the beautiful fabrics or people around her. She hums a bit in thought, noticing something. “..you know, this is a small town.” She looks to Ai, “I feel like I would’ve realized that we had so many visitors. It’s not like we have any fancy hotel to hold all of these people.”

“That’s because the hotel is down here.” Ai said, holding his other arm out to large doorways on either side of them. “Plenty of room for the amount of staying guests we have. And of course a great deal of food to offer them as well.”

“Jesus..” Moira raised her free hand to her chest with a nervous but excited frown on her face. “And- and how long has this been around? There’s no way you just put this together last night!”

Ai smiles at her. “Of course not. If you want an estimate of how long it took, I’ll say it’s much longer than you’ve been in town.” He uses his free hand to pat Moira’s hand that was resting on his arm. “And, no, I’ve never mentioned this to you.”

“Oh, thank God.” Moira exhales loudly, causing Ai to laugh. He did expect her to be worried about that, but not quite as animated about it as she had been at that moment. “I honestly might’ve cried if you had- might’ve become a hermit, too.”

Ai raises a hand to his face, quieting down his laughter as he looks down and away in order to hide his face from her view. Moira scoffs, bending down a bit in an attempt to look at his face, “Well, why haven’t I known about this? I feel like I would notice a big.. Organization..? Like this, regardless.”

“Because it was only yesterday that we finished all of our preparations.” Ai claims. Moira takes another second to look up and around at the large area. On a higher balcony, it looked like one of the employees had just finished shining the wood railing. “..with small fixer-uppers.” Ai speaks, bringing Moira’s attention back to him. “I waited quite a while to get this perfect enough for you to come and see, but in that process I suppose I got a bit impatient.” He admits.

“Why was it so important that I saw it when it was completely finished?” Moira asks. Sure, he could want to show off the place when it’s finished, as anyone would want after working so hard on something. But if that were the case, then why open the place up at all if it weren’t 100% complete?

Ai smiles a bit mischievously. “Because I value your opinion, Moira. Obviously.” He says simply. Moira huffs out a laugh and comments, “You say that as if this isn’t more extravagant than anything else in town.”

“Well, don’t feed my ego. I’ll pull this up in every argument.” The shorter man says, tugging on Moira’s arm lightly. This pulled a light laugh out of her, as the two never argued at all. In all honesty, Moira doubted that it was possible to argue with Ai- in the couple years she’d known him, it seemed impossible to be able to argue with him simply because of how agreeable he was.

“Oh, please. He already does.” Another voice suddenly popped up behind the two- the deep-ish voice of a woman. Moira turned to face the unknown woman, but Ai already seemed to know her quite well. He walked up to her and hugged her tightly, and she was happy to return it as well.

The woman herself was shorter than Moira herself- as were most people- but still taller than Ai. She couldn’t tell if it was due to the woman’s heels or not. She was dressed in the same fashion as the other guests, but stood out slightly due to her lack of a mask. The woman’s dress was nice, but it also looked really simple- something that Moira might use for a base dress. Of course, Moira wouldn’t dare say this out loud. And what the woman’s dress lacked in charm, her makeup and hair- even just her face made up for it just fine.

“Mavis.” Ai greeted simply, patting her on her back after their hug. “I’m elated you could make it- I was hoping I could introduce you to my favorite patron.” He looked up to Moira and smiled brightly.

Moira held a hand out to the woman with her usual smile. “A pleasure to meet you! I’m Moira Doe-”

“- the designer, I’ve heard.” Mavis smiled casually, taking Moira’s hand for just a moment before taking her gloved hand away quickly. “I’m Mavis Marter. Popular singer where I come from.” Moira blinked, her hand still held out as she processed what Mavis had just said. Mavis lifted an eyebrow at her and Ai tilted his head lightly, confused by her own confusion. Moira clears her throat, muttering a quiet ‘sorry’ before straightening her back. “..Mavis what?”

#nechwr #literature #my writing #reading #books #thriller #writeblr #in stereo rhapsody

[the-fiction-witch]

The Boy From Classics P1

Media Lewis

Character Adam Douglas

Couple Adam X Reader

Rating spooky + Cute

Concept Secret Romance

I don't know why, but I felt odd. Perhaps it was the rush of emotions of it all. Packing up the room I had spent my whole life in, shipping or all across the country, boarding a train with a full backpack, and making the journey away, meeting all new people that I'm sure I'd get to know better in the next few years and moving into my small single room and preparing for life as an adult. But since I arrived I'd been feeling strange this uneasiness that just wouldn't pass. I did my best to ignore it. I was up late anyway, always being more of a night owl. I pushed myself back from my desk and headed out of my dorm room shutting the door behind me and sneaking out down the dimly lit corridor not wanting to wake anyone else. When I reached the vending machine I stopped and pondered the various choices, chips, chocolate, mints, gum, sweets and all other such stuff. I grabbed my student card from my lanyard and scanned it on the machine making my choice of a nice bag of gummy worms as they were always my favourite as the machine moved I felt this strange shiver again like a shiver up my spine the feeling of a spider crawling up my back but it disappeared as soon as it arrived so I grabbed the bag and took them with me back to my room.

I headed inside the class with my books in hand I picked myself a good-looking seat and got settled in, not long after I felt strange. I felt this weird feeling again like someone watching me, I glanced around the room but I didn’t see anything unusual nothing that would make me think twice or anything a bunch of tried kids sipping energy drinks, watching netflix and sleeping on their desks. So I did my best to just focus on the class maybe I’ve just got a spooky feeling over nothing.

I sat in the library with my laptop and a pile of books beside me as I typed away only really taking breaks to sip my drink through the ice-cold metal straw as I worked. I did like the library as it was an incredibly beautiful library given how old the college is. I felt the feeling again this weird feeling like someone watching me, I glanced up and looked around the library but as usual, just saw people buried in books trying to get their work done. But as I looked around for once I did spot someone, I had sat on a table in the classics’ section given I constantly needed to pick up and put back books for references and I saw just over by shelf seventeen I recognized him somewhat I’d seen him before in one of my classes. He stood gathering some books, he wore a pair of red and white high tops, blue jeans, and a red plaid button-down with a few buttons undone. We made eye contact and he briefly smiled at me in that polite sort of way giving me a little wave almost dropping his books as he did as he now only had one hand to hold them which made me giggle a little at him before I waved back and returned to my work. 

I sat at my desk working away typing up my work, my music loud in my headphones as I worked trying to get everything done, It's not due will the end of the month but if I do it now then it's over with and I know one of the other classes will try and fill the time with other work, I jumped a little as I heard the door knock. I was a little worried I don't know why but I felt something strange, a chill up my spine, I glanced at the clock on my laptop it was three Am, I pulled my headphones off and sat them on the desk turning around to the door "Hello?" I asked assigning maybe some drunk person coming back and got the wrong room, and I saw a small envelope slip under my door. I got up and grabbed the envelope seeing my name in sweet red cursive, I quickly opened my door and looked up and down the corridor but nothing even the lights off meaning no motion had been up and down the corridor for at least a few good seconds but as my door opened and I looked out the lights turned on. I shut the door again locked it up and sat on my bed opening the envelope revealing a similar letter with red ink.

'Dear Y/n, 

I've seen you across the way in class, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I read your paper from classics in the showcase, it was amazing.

I hope to see you soon.

X Secret' 

I didn't know if I should feel scared or enchanted but I suppose it was pretty sweet. 

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #tbs #adamdouglas

[partyinthemysterymachine]

so i’m gonna get down and serious for a second here y’all ok

tw: talk of suicide

===

so like. listen: i’m super mentally ill. i’ve been in and out of hospitals and therapy, done many different treatments, had my own experiences, successes and failures and neutrals, and i’m always going to be sick. always. that’s just the fact of it.

i’m always going to have great days or weeks or years, and really shitty ones. and i’m gonna be suicidal and i’m gonna get This Close to going through with it. i got the closest i ever had, back in 2018.(? 2019? that area. memory hasn’t worked right in ages, lmao)

at 34 years old i seriously didn’t think i’d be here. i legit didn’t think i’d make it to 25, let alone 30. and those’re pretty big numbers. 

thing is, i guess i haven’t done much and i live with a lot of guilt. i’m disabled. working, let alone living every day, is very hard for me.

but never. in my fucking life. would i have believed the sequence butterfly events that have gotten me here. if Future Me had come knockin’ on 18-year-old Past Me’s door. and let me in a few lil’ secrets. and actually? wouldn’t want to know.

i’ve dealt with a whole lot of personal hardship and heartache, bullshit flying day and night, the weight of my failures and catching fire and toxicity and crashing and crawling out and becoming a better person and making mistakes and doing it all over again just for one good year, and then have it all crumbling. it happens. it just fucking happens, mates, and sometimes, you end up in the hospital where you actually need to be.

but those opinions aside, what i’m really getting at here with all this buildup is this:

keep fighting.

the next year is a big number for some people. the next tomorrow, week, month. big numbers. day at a time. minute by minute. your brain is an asshole. hell, you might be an asshole. a new hour’s upon us: learn to grow past it. accept recovery. accept the next ten minutes. the new failure. the last one. a chance at success whatever the fuck it is you want to do next even if it’s eat gummy worms and rewatch Most Brutal Metal Scream 2012 for the 20th time today.

just live, mate. the days are scary and time goes on. i can only speak for myself and i say, thank fucking god i’m still here. 

because never in my fucking life would i have thought my events would’ve taken me not only this far, but to accomplish this much. to meet these man people, to share their everyday with them. to make and break friendships, to watch them peter out, to pick up on them again. to keep learning and growing and making mistakes and making happiness for not only me, but others whom i love, and love me back, even if they’re a passerby stranger.

i’m goddamn proud of myself. life is hard. life fucking sucks sometimes. my experience is not yours, and yours is not mine, and we cannot fully understand each other because of it. we can only relate in our own way, but fact aligns in the world’s greatest way to say “fuck you” to everything else, to ever exist:

just keep fucking living. just. keep doing it, mate. 

you’ll get there, wherever it is, in your own time. it sucks to wait. it’s shit to have to wonder when everything’s going to pick up because boy howdy has it been Ultra Bad for Too Long. but seriously.

i promise it’s worth it. i fucking promise it’s worth it. 

just hang on. when you choose to hang on, when you choose recovery, choose to get better, to be a better person, to learn and grow and gain confidence and defend and succeed and flourish.. shit, mate. it’s not easy. it’s a constant process. but it’s you. that’s your gift to yourself. a wonderful gift. 

life’s a piece of shit, but i’m glad i’m still alive. 

i’m unhappy a lot, but i’m really happy for what i’ve done, am doing, and who i’ve met along the way, even as recently as this past month.

i’m really anxious and fraying, but i’m really looking forward to tomorrow and what i might bring to myself and others in the future.

self-love is hard. it’s gonna look arrogant and selfish to a lot of people. maybe it is, and can be, for sure. but i love me; i love my work. i love my skills and talents even though i despise many parts of me and my sick brain and what i’ve done to me, and done to others. that’s just life tho; and the world turns madly on.

but at least i’m alive. 

i’m glad i’m here for it. and i’m glad you are too. 

love u. see you tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that; and the tomorrow after that. 🥚💖

#ches writes #tw: suicide mention #ches writes heavy shit. ches has a moment where he's Having A Deep Thought There #idk jsut. thinking about the domino and butterfly effects man. life be wildin'. a lot's happened and happening and i can't be fucked lmao #i can't be fucked to not be so ferociously stubborn to enjoy my life now. i'm busy. i'm so super fucking Busy ok. #34 years old and i'm fucking trying ok and Good For Me. #and GOOD. FOR. YOU!! HIGH FIVE #ok bye~ 💖🥚🙏 kiss kiss #long post