#a bitch tired let her fuckin sleep

[cherubfae]

carrying you to bed || hazbin/helluva x reader

With Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Angel Dust, Husk, Loona, & Blitzø

tags: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff

Alastor

He lets out a deep sigh, staring down at you with slow blinks. "My love, surely that can't be comfortable for you" He has warned you time and time again not to spread yourself too thin with your tasks. Alastor appreciates how much of a good work ethic you have, but what is it worth if you don't have the strength to walk to your room? He picks you up as gently as he can, melding into shadow as he pops into your room. Carefully laying you down, Alastor will cover you up and with a gentle pat on your head before he takes his leave. Perhaps, next time he'll be tempted to rest beside you.

Lucifer

No wonder you hadn't answered him when he called your name. Here you were, fast asleep on his deep red chaise lounge using your folded arms as pillows. Lucifer picks you up bridal-style half-wishing you were awake so that you could see how strong he is! Another time, he thinks. Your rest is much more important than his ego (for now). "Sleep well, honey." He grins, wiggling beneath the sheets like an inch warm, his eyes sparkling with admiration. Placing a kiss to your head, Lucifer is quick to fall asleep.

Charlie

Honestly, she really does try her best not to squeal at the sight of you. You've been working insanely hard for the hotel-- it's no wonder you're so pooped out! She's careful with wiggling one arm beneath your back and hooking the other beneath your knees. She'll carry you to whichever room is closest: yours or hers. Maybe she'll be able to convince you to move into her suite soon. "Oh my gosh, aren't you just the cutest, honey?? I love you so much!"

Angel Dust

"Awww, sweets! Lookit ya! All tuckered out." He cooed in a hushed whisper, lightly booping your nose. His grin widens when it crinkles upwards. His middle set of arms pick you up, preferring to use his gloved ones to stroke back your hair softly. Leaning his cheek against your forehead, Angel carries you off to his room where an excited Fat Nuggets happily circles the bed in preparation for a lovely nap with his two favorite people.

Husk

Putting away the final glass beneath the bar's counter, his yellow eyes drift to your sleeping form at the end of the bar. You'd insisted on waiting for him to finish but all that work promoting the hotel on foot, searching for any sinners ready to be redeemed was a hard task. Husk fought back a smile. "You really do care about this stuff, dont'cha?" He asks despite knowing you won't answer. "Let's get ya to bed." Husk stretches his wings with a sigh before they fall slack. He lifts you into his arms and makes the trek up the stairs.

Blitzø

He'll bitch and groan about it, but he also won't let anyone else touch you when you're sleeping. Blitz will make some claims about how the person trying to touch you probably has cooties or a viral infection or something. Not happening. He's quick to scoop you up into his arms, eyes narrowed slightly, before scampering off to his room with you. "No, you don't get to fuckin' touch them with your gross unwashed hands, Moxxie-- yeah, that's right I saw you! We are living in post-Covid times, mister! Ack, no, leave 'em! I'll carry them just fine thank you!"

Loona

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She smirks when she sees you. You look so sweet and cute, curled up into a ball. But that position can't be good on your spine, nor sleeping on Blitz's sad depression sofa. Loona bends down to lift you into her arms, pushing open her bedroom with her elbow and closing it shut with her foot. A nap with you sounded perfect. "You sure do look cute when you're tired, babe." She nuzzles your cheek with her nose.

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[anonymousewrites]

Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter Nine

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter Nine: Going Clubbing Goes Wrong

Summary: Angel's friend Cherri shows up, and Charlie decides that sending everyone for a night on the town is the best idea while she and Vaggie go to Heaven. It isn't the best idea. Not at all.

Warning: Valentino is very much Valentino in this chapter, even towards the MC. It is only a few sentences, but please use your discretion for what you feel comfortable reading. The MC does not get touched or hurt or approached, but they do get talked to.

            “Oh, fuck,” groaned Angel as he nearly fell into the hotel. He looked thoroughly exhausted from his work. Valentino was making him work harder and longer every day, and Angel just wanted to crash and have the rest of eternity off to sleep.

            “You look messy! What happened to you?” said Niffty.

            “It’s who happened to me,” huffed Angel. “And the answer is everyone. Twice. Val had me working sixteen hours straight on a fucking whim. The absolute dick bag.”

            “He sucks,” agreed (Y/N) as Angel threw himself onto the couch next to them.

            Boom!

            The wall (the same wall as usual) exploded. Everyone jumped and stared, ready for a fight.

            “What the fuck is with that wall?!” said Angel.

            “What up, hoes?!” said an Australian voice, and a woman walked in through the hole in the hotel’s wall.

            Angel’s mood brightened. “Holy shit, Cherri Bomb?! Long time no see, baby!”

            “Angie, ya bitch!” said Cherri in a very friendly manner. (Y/N) decided they liked her energy, and since Angel actually seemed happy to see her, they determined their feeling was right. “You been texting me depressing shit all day, figured we could tear shit up like old times. It’s been fuckin’ forever!” She tossed a bomb to Charlie. “Here, hold this.”

            “Ah! Oh my God, oh my God!” said Charlie.

            “Nope, gimme that.” Vaggie took it and threw it out the hole. It exploded in the distance (thankfully).

            “I love seeing ya, Cherri,” said Angel. “But I’m too tired. I need to pass out.”

            Cherri grabbed him before he could leave. “Oho, you can sleep when you’re double-dead, fuckhead. Come on, what you really need is a recharge, a reinvigoration, a re—”

            “Responsible night on the town!” finished Charlie, smiling. “That is a great idea! Hi, I’m Charlie.” She shook Cherri’s hand. “That’s my wall that you just blew up. It’s so nice to meet one of Angel’s friends. Aagh, he never brings anyone around!”

            Cherri snorted, but it wasn’t totally unfriendly. “Wonder why?”

            “Yeah, me too!” Charlie was blissfully ignorant to the tease. “Anyway, Angel and everyone else have been working so hard. I think they deserve to have a little fun.”

            “Wait, ‘they?’ ” said Cherri.

            “Yeah! Hi, everyone!” called Charlie, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Angel and his friend are taking you all out for a night of fun and relaxation.”

            “I don’t really think it’s going to be relaxing,” said (Y/N), but they were interested. This was another experience they’d never had in their life, so they wanted to try something new in death.

            “Great,” huffed Cherri.

            “Don’t worry, Cherri,” said Angel. “They’re not so bad.” He grinned at (Y/N). “You’re gonna like the kid.”

            “Yeah, but I’m only here for yo—” Charlie shoved money into Cherri’s hands to cover everyone. “Ooh! Never mind! Let’s go! Come on, kid, I’m gonna make your first time out the best time.”

            “Wait, are we sure we should let (Y/N) go—” Vaggie’s (rightful) concern was cut off as the portal to Heaven opened up in the lobby and Charlie squealed.

            “Bye, everyone!” said Charlie, grabbing Vaggie and pulling her through. She couldn’t wait another second.

            (Y/N) grinned. “Finally, I can try drinking.”

            “I’m keeping my eye on you,” said Husk.

            He needed to for two reasons. One, he liked (Y/N) and didn’t want them getting hurt. Two, he was certain Alastor would torture him if anyone happened to (Y/N) (which was an odd thought but Husk didn’t have the energy to really think through that, he just knew it was true.)

            The portal to Heaven disappeared, and Pentious appeared in the lobby. He froze as he saw Cherri and straightened in an attempt to seem confident.

            “Well, if it isn’t my archnemesis!” he said. “Have you come to meet your fate in battle, Cherri Bomb?”

            “Apparently, I’m going out with Angel, and I got to drag your sorry asses along,” said Cherri.

            Pentious brightened and slithered up to Cherri. “Oh, so, you and me are going out back for fun?” He tugged on his bowtie nervously. “I…I didn’t think this would ever happen. What? What do I do? What do I wear?” He put his hand on Cherri’s shoulder, and she grabbed it.

            “Don’t fucking touch me, you munted dickhead,” said Cherri, walking off.

            Pentious just blushed, staring at the hand she’d touched.

            Wow, that’s a pair I didn’t expect, thought (Y/N), despite having only met Cherri two minutes ago.

            “Come on, ya fucks! We’re heading out!” announced Cherri.

            It was time for a new experience. ((Y/N) hoped they enjoyed this one. They wanted to make some good memories in their afterlife).

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            “Woo! Isn’t this place the fucking best?” cheered Cherri at the bar of the club.

            (Y/N) stared at the drink in their hand and downed it. They had discovered they liked the alcohol in Hell and decided a little indulgence couldn’t hurt. (Not too much, though. They could feel a headache coming on, and the last thing they needed was to hurt their poor roses. That being said, doing something that would have made them angry made (Y/N) happy). And, hey, they were with friends, so it couldn’t be too bad. Right?

            “I’ll admit, ‘Consent’ is a good name for a sex club,” said Husk.

            Never mind, they brought me to a sex club. (Y/N) sighed. Whatever. I’ll just stay over here.

            “Niffty, dear, what are you doing?” said Pentious, staring at Niffty as she swept the nightclub floor.

            “I’m sweeping. Ugh, look how icky it is in here,” complained Niffty.

            “That’s because we’re at a club, dear,” pointed at Pentious, not unkindly.

            “Oh! I thought the hotel looked different,” said Niffty, looking around properly.

            Pentious cleared his throat and looked at Cherri. Again, he attempted to seem cool. “Ms. Bomb, I-I’d like to buy you a drink,” he stammered.

            “Why?” Cherri grinned. “Didn’t you say we’re arch-rivals?”

            “Um…uh…because I’m buying everyone a drink!” A terrible excuse, but it worked.

            Everyone in the club cheered and rushed up to the bar.

            “Thanks, Sir Pentious!” said (Y/N).

            “Are you seriously into this, kid?” said Husk, raising a brow.

            “This tastes good,” said (Y/N), lifting their refilled glass.

            Husk sighed. “Vaggie and Charlie are gonna hate this.”

            “I did worse with the loan sharks,” they chirped.

            Husk gave another, long-suffering sigh.

            “I need a drink after today,” said Angel, sitting down beside them all tiredly. “You know, Val, he’s into this waterboarding shit now, I don’t know, it’s a kink.”

            “Sounds like torture,” said (Y/N).

            “It’s exhausting,” agreed Angel.

            “No, I meant literally.”

            “Angel, enough with the Val talk. He already ruined your day,” said Cherri. She squeezed Angel’s shoulder. “Don’t let him ruin your night, too.” She pulled out a few pills from her pocket. “Here, take one of these and you won’t be worrying about nothin’.”

            (Y/N) frowned. They weren’t certain that was the answer.

            “Here we go,” murmured Husk, rolling his eyes.

            “Oh, look, the drunk and the kid are judging us,” huffed Cherri.

            “I ain’t the one trying to get into Heaven,” said Husk. He looked at Angel. “Look, you want to fuck up all your progress? Be my guest.” He huffed, and his ears flattened.

            “I just don’t want you to feel worse about yourself after you come down,” said (Y/N). They knew Cherri was just doing what Cherri thought Angel wanted, but they wanted to make sure Angel was alright.

            “Buzzkills,” said Cherri. “Come on, Angie, let’s get fucked up! It’s been too long.”

            “I, uh, I don’t know.” Angel didn’t want to disappoint Husk or any of his other friends. And…they had a point. “It’s been a long night, and I don’t need to go too wild.”

            Husk smiled, not a little proudly, and took a sip of his drink. He kept an eye on (Y/N) in case they started having too much. He was a hopeless alcoholic, but he wasn’t letting the kid spiral into that.

            “Come on, bitch,” said Cherri encouragingly. “If you’ve really been working that hard, you deserve a little R and R, and some THC, or maybe PCP with DMT. Aw, fuck it, let’s see where the night takes us, huh?”

            “I…I guess,” said Angel, shrugging noncommittedly.

            “Cherri, I bought you a shot!” said Pentious, having finally gotten to paying for her.

            Cherri frowned at him, and Pentious panicked.

            “B-Because I bought everyone another shot! Hooray!” said Pentious.

            Angel downed a shot. “Aah…fuck it! Let’s do it!” He grinned at Cherri.

            Husk rolled his eyes. Suddenly, this night wasn’t that fun to him.

            Or (Y/N). “Be careful, Angel.”

            “He’s done it before!” said Cherri optimistically.

            “Yeah, that’s why I’m saying it,” muttered (Y/N), watching as Cherri and Angel grabbed another drink.

            The drinks kept rolling. ((Y/N) had decided to stop as soon as Cherri and Angel got going in case they needed help with anything. Yeah, pissing off the spirits of the dead…people-(Y/N)-didn’t-like-to think-about was great and all by drinking, but they weren’t going to just let their friends wander around).

            “Round twelve, motherfuckers!” cheered Cherri. “Heels are comin’ off!”

            “Oh, yeah, keep ‘em comin’!” said Angel. “Come on, right here, right to daddy!”

            “Oh, it’s wonderful to have friends!” said Pentious, laughing wildly (he was drunk, but he was still drinking to keep up and impress Cherri).

            “Everything’s spinny,” said Niffty, grinning as she tried to reach for another shot.

            “Ha, I think you’re done, tiny,” said Angel, lifting the shot away from her.

            “No! Gimme, gimme, gimme!” she pouted.

            “Oh, come on, bitch, she can handle a little more,” said Cherri.

            “She’s ten pounds and tiny,” said (Y/N). “And we don’t need her any more unhinged than normal.”

            “Shit, where’d she go?” said Angel, looking around. Niffty had made a run for it.

            “I’ll help you find her,” said (Y/N), standing. Husk could look after Pentious.

            It didn’t take a moment to spot Niffty, cleaning the nightclub by collecting everyone’s drinks in a garbage bag. The patrons were not pleased with it and growing restless.

            “Dirty, dirty, make it clean!” she said maniacally.

            “Dammit, Niffty,” said Angel.

            (Y/N) picked Niffty up before she could do more while Angel tried to placate the angry men.

            “Sorry, fellas, here, next one’s on me.” He put money down on the table and smiled while they began to fight.

            “Shit, Niffty, stop—Damn!” Niffty, seeing a supply closet, had squirmed out of (Y/N)’s hold and ran for the cleaning supplies within.

            “Shit, shit,” cursed Angel.

            “Angie, the fuck are you doin’?” asked Cherri, stepping in front while Niffty collected bleach and chlorine behind her. “You’re supposed to be relaxing, not playing nanny. Roses over here seem to has that down.”

            (Y/N) gave her the middle finger (playfully) while trying to keep an eye on Niffty.

            “Look, neither of ‘em are used to this scene,” said Angel. “I just don’t want ‘em to end up in the gutter like I used to.”

            (Y/N) looked at Angel. That was surprisingly heartfelt for him. Yes, he was always deep down a good person, but he usually hid it behind his hypersexuality and acting. This was actual care and honesty. (Y/N) nearly smiled. It was heartwarming and one of the reasons they really liked Angel.

            Not completely getting the idea, Cherri shrugged. “Whatever, nerd. Just catch up when you’re done.” She walked away.

            Angel grabbed Niffty from the supply closet. “Stop, you can’t take that.”

            (Y/N) put the chlorine and bleach away. “It’s not ours.” And you might poison people to clean them.

            Stressed and frustrated, Angel huffed. “God, Niff, why are you bein’ such a mess?”

            Niffty’s eyes widened. “I’m the mess?”

            “Oh, dear,” said (Y/N).

            Niffty wailed, and tears poured from her eye.

            “Oh, oh, shit!” said Angel, realizing he’d messed up. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down.”

            “You’re not a mess, Niffty,” said (Y/N), reaching up as best they could to pat Niffty’s back. “We’re all just being, uh, silly right now.”

            “Right, right,” said Angel, nodding furiously. “You’re not a mess. It’s fine, sssh. You, uh, wanna play with the kitty?” He hugged her, and (Y/N) patted her back.

            Niffty’s sobs subsided, and she hiccupped. “Yeah.”

            Angel and (Y/N) didn’t waste time putting Niffty back with Husk. She sat on his head, petting his fur, and Husk stared up.

            “The fuck is this?” said Husk.

            “She’s wasted,” said Angel, sighing.

            “Just go with it unless you want her to start crying or pouring bleach drinks for you,” said (Y/N) cheerfully.

            Husk huffed. “Fine, fine, whatever.” It wasn’t like he could stop Niffty now, and no one really wanted to see what angering her could do.

            “Aaah…” Pentious fell over from his…well, he’d lost count, but somewhere near his twentieth shot. “Hey, wow.” He looked at Cherri, hauled himself up, and slithered over to her.

            “Oh, boy, he’s got his confidence again,” said (Y/N). “Wonder what’ll go wrong this time.”

            “Maybe nothing will,” said Husk.

            He and (Y/N) exchanged a look and nearly burst out laughing. They both knew that poor Pentious was still too insecure to fully follow through if Cherri questioned anything.

            “Hey, so…I see the club has a sex room,” said Pentious. “So, I was thinking, maybe you’d want to, uhm…do a sex with me?”

            “Yikes, points for confidence, but minus several hundred for style,” said (Y/N).

            “I’m sorry, why would we have sex?” said Cherri, smirking.

            “Uh, uh, uhm…” Pentious shifted nervously.

            “Here it comes,” said Husk.

            “Because I’m having sex with everyone here!” declared Pentious.

            “Wow, he’s really crashing and burning on this one,” said (Y/N), almost impressed by Pentious’s ability to get himself into trouble (everyone was cheering and far too excited for Pentious to be free for quite a while). Sure enough, several people grabbed Pentious, and he was carried away for a long night into one of the sex rooms.

            Cherri laughed and walked back to the group. “You know, we can do this fucking shit every fucking night, Angie. You don’t have to spend all your off hours ‘working on yourself,’ you little bitch.”

            “The hotel isn’t his problem,” said Husk, holding Niffty over his shoulder. “It’s—”

            “Valentino,” said Angel angrily.

            “Exactly,” said Husk, and (Y/N) nodded fervently.

            “Yeah, that guy is a piece of shit,” said (Y/N).

            “No,” said Angel. He pointed to a side lounge. “Valentino.”

            The moth was demon was there, in the club. He lay back on a couch, two demons curled up next to him as he smoked and crooned proudly about himself. He smirked, clearly at home and in control at the club.

            (Y/N) had seen pictures of him (unfortunately) around Hell, but seeing him in person made them dislike him all the more. He reminded them of the men they’d seen on Earth who only looked at others as pawns, as objects to be used and thrown away. Disgusted, (Y/N) narrowed their eyes.

            “Yeah, I come here all the time. They know me,” said Valentino to the two demons currently with him. He smirked at one. “You’re gorgeous. Do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck? I could make you a star.”

            Angel shivered as Valentino spoke and looked at his friends. “Let’s get the fuck outta here. Ok, ok.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Niffty’s gone.”

            Husk looked at his shoulder, and sure enough, the bug demon had disappeared. “Well, fuck.”

            “Shit, Niffty,” cursed (Y/N), spotting her running towards the lounge Valentino was sitting in.

            They moved as fast as they could, grabbing Niffty before she could get too close. Unfortunately (but when was the hotel’s luck ever good?), a clubber dancing bumped into (Y/N), and they and Niffty fell forward into the empty space in front of Valentino’s lounge.

            “Fuck, fuck!” Angel reached down and grabbed (Y/N) and Niffty, but it was too late, and Valentino had noticed him.

            “Holy shit, Angel Dust?” said Valentino. “What are you doing here, baby? You didn’t get enough dick today?”

            (Y/N) was disgusted just by his voice, and when Angel held Niffty behind him and pushed (Y/N) back with his other pair of arms, they didn’t resist at all.

            Valentino leaned forward, leering down at Angel, Niffty, and (Y/N). “Who are these chiquitas? You bringing me fresh meat?”

            (Y/N) felt bile rise in their throat, and they inched farther behind Angel.

            Niffty, instead, tried to lunge and bite Valentino, who instantly jerked back. “I just want a taste,” she said, grinning.

            “Eh, weird, but there’s a kink for that, I’m sure,” said Valentino. He tilted his head and regarded (Y/N) next, and they fought back a shudder, refusing to show weakness in front of him. “And that one looks sweet. I know a ton of clients with a thing for that~. A little young, but after a little time in Hell, eh, they’re close enough~”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and their stomach twisted uncomfortably at the implications of that statement. Angel protectively pushed them back, stood up, and glared at Valentino.

            “Fuck off, Val,” he snapped.

            “Excuse me?” said Valentino, narrowing his eyes.

            “I said fuck off!” shouted Angel.

            The club went silent, and everyone stared in shock at Angel.

            “I may have to put up with your bullshit, but you ain’t fucking with any of my friends!” said Angel, hands curled into fists.

            Valentino stood, towering over everyone. “You forget who you’re talking to?” He waved his cigarette, and the smoke collected into a chain. It wrapped around Angel’s wrist and pulled him to Valentino. “I own you!”

            Angel’s face fell, but his anger welled up again, and he glared, refusing to back down. “Yeah, you do, in the studio, and you can do anything you want to me there, just like our deal says. But out here, I get to do what I want. So once again, fuck off!”

            Valentino raised his hand and swung at Angel.

            Snap!

            A briar wrapped around Valentino’s wrist. The thorns sunk into his skin, and he gritted his teeth at the sudden pain. His eyes narrowed, and he looked at where the vine came from. Everyone was silent and turned their gaze on (Y/N), whose hand was lifted. They had summoned the vine.

            “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” hissed Valentino, and the hotel gang’s eyes widened as (Y/N) was faced with Valentino’s complete fury.

            “Telling you to fuck off like Angel did,” said (Y/N), refusing to cower.

            Valentino’s eyes seemed to glow in the dim lights of the club. “You’re making quite the enemy, you fucking brat.”

            “I certainly don’t want you as a friend,” sneered (Y/N), letting the vine tighten around Valentino’s wrist.

            Valentino gritted his teeth and ripped it away with another hand. Standing at his full height, he glared at Angel. “Enjoy your night, bitch. I’m going to enjoy making you pay for it tomorrow.” He looked back at (Y/N). “And you…You better be watch your fucking back. You’re going to pay for that.” He turned, and his red wings/cloak swept around with him as he went back to his lounge, fuming.

            “Fucking dickhead,” muttered Cherri.

            “Fucking hell, kid, if he hadn’t been at the club and not been able to risk destroying it, he could’ve tried to kill you,” said Husk, looking at (Y/N).

            They crossed their arms. “I wasn’t going to let him hurt Angel. Not when he’s here with us. Plus he made me feel fucking gross.”

            Angel looked at (Y/N). “He deserved it. Only wish I could’ve been the one to hurt him.” And he wished he could’ve kept Valentino from speaking like that about (Y/N), but he knew (Y/N) had already seen that.

            “Maybe one day you will,” said (Y/N).

            “I hope so,” said Angel. His shoulders heaved as the adrenaline ran out. “Let’s go.”

            Husk patted his back. “Proud of you.”

            Angel smiled. “Thanks.”

            “And you, too, kid, even if it was fucking stupid,” said Husk. “Valentino has got a lot of pull.”

            “I’ve lived under enough people’s thumbs,” said (Y/N), their gaze darkening. “I’m not doing it anymore.”

            Angel and Husk exchanged a look but decided not to ask (Y/N) what that meant. They looked upset enough.

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            “What have you done to Niffty?” said Alastor as the group returned to the hotel. He was grinning at all of their appearances.

            Niffty was holding her head as Husk carried her, Angel Dust was ready to pass out at this point, Pentious was miserable since he hadn’t gotten a chance to “do the sex” with Cherri, and (Y/N)’s anger had worn off to disgust at their experience with Valentino.

            “She drank too much,” said Angel, throwing himself down on the couch. “Don’t wake me. I’m sleeping here forever.”

            “Move over,” said Husk, putting Niffty down to rest.

            “My, my, I thought Charlie had instructed you to have a good time,” tutted Alastor in amusement.

            “We did until Valentino showed up,” groaned Angel. “The dick tried to get Niffty and (Y/N) to work for him.”

            Husk shivered as Alastor’s grin widened but turned sharp and deadly.

            “Did he now?” said Alastor.

            “And then the creep tried to hit Angel!” said (Y/N) angrily.

            “And the kid stupidly made Valentino angry by hurting him with their thorns,” said Husk. “He threatened them.” Husk was proud of them for interceding when Angel had nearly gotten hurt, but he was worried about what Valentino would do now that he knew their face and disliked them.

            “He deserved it,” said (Y/N) sourly.

            “Hell yeah,” said Angel. “He was being a fucking creep.” His friends were off limits, and (Y/N) was seventeen. Not eighteen. Not an adult. Nothing like that. Valentino was a fucking monster.

            “Well, if you have any further trouble with that lecherous demon, I’m sure a quick conversation with me will put an end to it,” said Alastor, his grin dangerously wide even as he tapped (Y/N) on the forehead with his staff with more fondness than any of the demons present were familiar with him expressing.

            “I hope I never see him again,” grumbled (Y/N), completely oblivious to how protective Alastor’s words were.

            The Radio Demon, however, was. Ah, well. It was the truth. He wouldn’t have such a disgusting demon getting near his protégé.

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(NOT PROOF READ)

Ony x black!f!reader

Sooo basicallyyyy fem reader who lowkey strong asf get jealous but like she little bitty like literally 5’1 while ony a whopping 6,4 everytime YALL argue you give him some rough bruises then y’all fuck it out

Warnings: nsfw! P in V, jealousy, toxic relationship, idk what else tbh

You and Ony were cuddling on the couch watching “missing” for like the 100th time, he half sleep half woke and his phone started dingin’ at first you didn’t really pay attention. But then it started getting constant so you picked up his phone and put his passcode in to see messages from instagram? but you was pretty sure you told him to delete that shit!

Next thing you know you scrolling through some texts from a bitch named “Ri’hna” it’s like they were texting non-stop yk damn well he aint drop sum off for her ONE time you was finna wake his ass up and slap him in his shit but something told you too see what this bitch look like so you know who you finna beat tf up.

after about like 35-40ish minutes of checking her socials (off of his phone) the bitch texted talkin’ bout’ sum “mmm why you looking at my page sm?? You obsessed aint you 👅👅?” First of all, the bitch was ugly asf and built sloppy second of all, the bitch knew he had a girl! Thats what made you aggressively wake up ony.

“Hmm..? What ma-“ he said sluggishly and he was tired but once a hard ass slap hit him across his face he woke up right away “y/n what the fuck?!” He said like he didnt know what was going on (he didnt) “now who tf is ri’hna?” You said calmly but in a minute you was finna go off “what is you talkin’ bout?!” Ony looked at you with a confused faced then you punch him in his nose, “nigga stop playing dumb with me” you said tryna keep yourself from hitting him again “y/n you ain’t gon keep hitting’ me!” “NIGGA JUST ANSWER MY QUESTION” you said finally gettin loud after that Yall started fighting not just yelling but fist fighting

Ony ended up spendin’ the night at armin and his girls house (your friend) “damnnn she fucked yo shit up!” Armin said feeling bad Ony had a couple bruises over his face nd a somewhat black eye “what did you do fa ha do dat?” F/n had asked with a concerned look, “ion even fuckin know! She just started asking me who Ri’hna is..” “well who is she” f/n had asked “she a regular drop off but she got a crush on Ony” armin and had said “well if yk she gatta crush on you.. why don’t you block ha or sum’ ?” F/n had asked a good question “because she a customer and y/n shouldve look at the messages better I don’ t respond unless she ask for a drop!” Armin and f/n look at each other “welllll—“ armin said “how bout you just go talk to her yk Yall gon end up back togetha’ anyway” he was right no matter how many times y’all “broke up” or fought y’all ended up fuckin’ it out nd being lovey doves again

It was about 2:23 am you heard a knock at yo apartment door you was confused asf because why somebody at your door at 2 somthing in da morning? You looked through da peep hole, suprise suprise it was no other than ony

“Ngh~! Ohh~!” “Fuck-fuck-fuckkkk” here you two are fucking like animals on the living room floor, that’s how terrible it is y’all didn’t even make it to the bedroom! “Mama, you better not beat me up like that again understand?” Ony said somewhat outa Breath while in missionary still pounding tf outa you. “Don’t make me want~to beat you up aga~in” you said with moans interrupting your words. “You didn’t even let me try to explain myse-“ you shut him up with a French kiss “that’s the past this the present forget about that”

After a couple days the same thing happened which ended up in you two fucking YOURE problems out again this relationship was not healthy at all.

Heyyy y’all! so prob tmr ima do the thing cuz gojo won the poll! This is short so hopefully in the future I make longer ones but I ain’t good a typing for a long time.. but anyways yup bye love y’all😘

#smut #black reader #ony x black reader

[specialagentlokitty]

Daryl x reader - out my sight

hello!! i just read out my sight and it was AMAZING!!! would you consider a part two, whatever you want, im just curious to see more esp with the fighting and the group probably like “y’all actually love each other?” till they see a small moment that makes them get it. if not, that’s a okay! im definitely looking forward to seeing more of your work in the future!!! ❤️ - Anon💜

Part two:

Daryl did everything to keep you out of harms way, even at the farm, nobody was allowed near you on their own, especially not Shane.

You were sat down on top of the RV, sniper in your hands as you scanned the area again.

“Hey!”

Lowering the gun, you turned around and looked down at your boyfriend.

“What?”

“I want my jacket.”

You huffed, crossing your arms and shook your head.

“Mine now, been wearing it long enough.”

“You ass that ain’t how this works, it’s mine, give it.”

You turned around, going back to your spot to keep watch and he walked around the RV, standing just below it with his arms crossed.

“Come on, give it back I want it.”

“Nope.”

“Don’t be so fuckin’ stubborn, you never liked it anyways.”

You grinned down at him, setting your gun down.

“Yeah but it’s mine now, plus it’s warm.”

“I know it’s damn warm, it’s why I want it.”

“Not happening asshat.”

“I swear to god I will come up there and take it from you.”

You mocked his words knowing full well that he wouldn’t actually come take the jacket away from you.

He knew that he wouldn’t either, he just wanted to wear it since you had been wearing it for so long.

He took the one he was wearing off and tossed it up, and you glanced at it.

“Swap me.”

“It smells like ass.”

“You smell like ass, gimme a jacket.”

You snickered, taking the one you were wearing off and you laid on your stomach, reaching down to pass it to him.

Daryl looked around and he dragged something over, standing on it he placed his hand on the back of your head, quickly kissing you before he took the jacket down and jumped on the floor.

He tossed it on and you smiled softly at him.

“You’re a bitch!” He called.

“Fuck you!”

You sat up there for a few more hours in the sun before you swapped with Dale, and you walked over to the tent your boyfriend was living in.

Looking inside, you shrugged and made your way up to the house, sitting on the steps next Lori who was watching Carl kick some stones about.

“Any idea where the dickhead went?”

“Which one?” She laughed softly.

You grinned a little at her, pulling Daryl’s jacket a little closer around you.

It did smell bad, but it still smelled like him, and it was comforting, especially after so long without being with him, knowing he was alive.

“The one that follows me likes freakin’ shadow.”

“Ah, Daryl, he went hunting.”

“He’s a dick.”

“Aren’t you dating him?” Andrea asked confused.

You shrugged a little, titling your head back to look at her and you took the cup she offered you, drinking some of the water before setting it aside.

“Yeah, but he’s still a dick.”

“Yeah, he’s not exactly the friendliest of people.” She laughed softly.

You nodded, and looked at the small group you had learned was taking care of him.

They seemed like good people, and you were glad he had that, because you knew he needed good people in his life even if he didn’t want to admit it.

You spent the day up at the house with them, helping with a few tasks that they needed help with before making your way back to the tent, sitting inside.

You laid on the blankets, closing your eyes in hope for a few hours of sleep, but it didn’t come because someone tapped the fabric.

“Hey, we’re all getting ready to eat, are you coming?” Rick asked.

You waved your hand dismissively.

“Tired…”

He chuckled a little.

“Come on, just a bit of food then you can come back for some sleep.”

“I’m gonna throw my boot at you…”

“Alright, alright. I’ll get someone to set some aside for you.”

You nodded your head and he closed the tent again, letting you go back to sleep.

You heard shouting outside, and you furrowed your brows, sitting up and unzipping the tent to peak outside, hand on a gun Daryl had left for you.

“Daryl… shut the fuck up…” you mumbled.

He whipped around, walking over he unzipped the tent.

“Get your fuckin’ ass out here.”

“Nah…”

You crawled back inside and laid down to go back to sleep, wanting to make the most of it.

“Hey! Don’t you dare go back to sleep you lazy fucker! Get the hell out here now!”

You refused and he walked into the tent, hooking his arms under yours he dragged you outside and dropped you by the fire.

Snatching a plate from Shane who protested and tried to take it back he walked over and put it next to you.

“Fuckin’ shithead, skippin’ out of meals the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Don’t be such a prick.” You said.

You pushed yourself up, sitting so you could eat the food you were given and Daryl smacked the back of your head.

“Hit me again I’m gonna break your damn fingers.”

“Try it fucker.”

Everybody shared a look.

Daryl sat behind you, resting his back on yours as he began to clean the bolts for his crossbow.

“You guys seriously love each other?” Shane scoffed.

Rick punched his friend in the shoulder.

“Mind your own fuckin’ business.” Daryl grumbled.

You leant forward then fell back, hitting your back against his.

“Be nice shithead.”

He scoffed and grumbled something you couldn’t quite hear.

When you were finished eating you made your way back inside the tent to go back to sleep, and it wasn’t long until Daryl came through a few minutes later.

He laid next to you, resting his head on your chest and you placed hand on his head, gently messaging his scalp.

He hummed a little bit, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Don’t see why I gotta play nice with ‘em. Don’t like ‘em, I like you.”

“You bitch, you hardly play nice with me as it it.”

“Yeah, but you love me.” He smirked.

He leant up, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw, then your shoulder.

“Don’t you try sucking up now.”

“Come on, say it.”

“No.”

“Say you love me darl.” He whispered.

You hummed a little, placing your hand on the side of his face, running your fingers along his cheek, tilting his head up towards you.

“Say it first…”

“Course I love you stupid.”

You grinned from ear to ear.

“Daryl Dixon loves me.” You beamed.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Laughing, you leant down, and he leant up, connecting your lips together.

You pulled away and he rested his head on you again, closing his eyes.

“Go to sleep..” you whispered.

He nodded, and fell asleep before you, but you knew he was still half awake.

He woke up before you, and he brushed his knuckles along your face, then leant down, kissing your forehead.

He looked between the two jackets and he picked up the one you had recently been wearing.

He was off back out today, and he knew you knew, but he wanted to go before you woke up so you wouldn’t attempt to go with him.

You decided to stick near the RV to wait for him to come back, so when Andrea announced a Walker and you looked through the scope of your gun.

You couldn’t get a good view, so you climbed on the fence, standing on it to try and get a better view.

“Don’t shoot!” You called up.

“Come on it’s just one, I can take it!”

“Yeah and draw others! I’ll go out!”

You jumped the fence, putting the gun on your bag you caught the stick that was thrown to you by Dale and you slowly crept closer.

The closer you got the better you could see.

“Daryl?” You called.

He looked up, and you ran over.

You heard the others shouting and you wrapped your arm around him, placing a hand on the wound in his ribs.

“Don’t shoot!” You yelled.

Daryl coughed a little, leaning against you, his head on yours.

“You’re alright sweetheart, we’re gonna get you some help yeah? You’ll be just as new..”

“Ain’t a few war wounds sexy on a man?” He smirked.

You laughed a little, taking hold of his hand.

“Ya damn right.”

The others ran over, and you placed a hand on your boyfriend’s chest.

“Don’t hurt him! He’s still human!”

“Come on, let’s get him back to Hershel.”

There was a bang, you and Daryl were thrown back.

Quickly rolling over you looked at the wound on his head.

“No.. no… no… Daryl…?”

“Get him! T-Dog get (Y/N)!”

You were hauled away from Daryl and you yelled, trying to break free so you could get back to him.

“Fighting me isn’t gonna help him!”

You stopped, tears running down your face and T-Dog let you go so you could run after them back to the farm house.

You fell jumping the fence, scraping your arm.

You tried to run into the house but they wouldn’t let you in.

“(Y/N)! Calm down!” Lori pleaded.

You stood there, and you turned your gaze to Andrea.

“You fucking shot my boyfriend….”

“I.. I’m sorry.. I.. I thought…”

“You shot him!”

You charged forward and you were pulled back, thrown aside by Shane, and Carol knelt next to you placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I swear to fuckin’ god if he dies Andrea I’m gonna kill you…” you sneered.

“You’re bleeding..” Carol whispered.

“I ain’t getting it looked at ‘till I know he’s alive.”

“You think that’s what he would want? You know he’d want you to get looked at.”

You looked up at her, tears burning your eyes.

“Not until I know he’s alive…”

She slowly nodded her head.

“Alright.”

So, you sat there, staring at the house, waiting.

You could see them all talking at the front, and it was Rick and Lori who walked over.

The crouched in front of you.

“He ain’t dead… tell me he ain’t dead.. Rick I swear to god…”

“He’s alive. He’s alive, but he needs to rest before you can see him, alright? That all Hershel asks.”

You nodded your head, knowing it was for the best if he were left to rest alone, but you knew that Rick wouldn’t lie to you.

“Come on, let’s get your arm looked at.”

You let them pull you up and you followed Lori inside to get your arm cleaned and bandaged.

The whole night you stayed on the porch, just waiting and nobody dared to move you, even as the sun rose and they began to come and go.

Lori came over.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I know you want to wait for him, but you think you could help me with some stuff?”

You nodded, needing the distraction and to keep yourself away so you helped her with some cleaning and things by the RV.

“You know she didn’t mean it.”

“I don’t give a fuck, I did Lori. If Daryl dies. If he turns. Amma put a bullet straight through her eyes.”

“You really gonna do that for me?”

You spun around, dropping what you were holding, and Daryl grinned a little bit at you.

“Ain’t that sweet.”

You walked over, placing your hand on his ribs, able to feel bandage from under his shirt, then you raised your hand, brushing your fingers against the one on his head.

He brought his hand up, taking yours and he held it to his chest, leaning down to put his forehead against yours.

“Am alright, ain’t no need to go killin’ people now is there?”

“She shot you…”

“Everybody wanted to shoot me at least once, takes more than a bullet to bring me down darl, you know this.”

You shook your head, closing your eyes as you brushed your nose against his.

You sniffled a little and he pulled away, bringing a hand to your face so he could wipe away the tears.

“Hey, come on now, don’t cry. I’m alright.”

Everybody kept their distance, but it all made sense to them now.

You guys argued a lot, but that moment made them all realise how much you really did love each other.

The way he wiped your tears away, resting your head on his chest, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist with the other on the back of your head.

The way you clung to him tightly as if he were the one thing keeping you together.

Daryl kissed the top of your head repeatedly.

“Come on, come on darl… stop cryin’ am starting to feel bad and I was the one who was shot…”

You laughed weakly and you pulled away.

Taking your jacket off, you wrapped it around his shoulders, and he smiled a little at you, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“Come on, let’s get you some sleep moron, I heard you been awake all night.”

You nodded and he took your hand, leading you to his tent so you could get some sleep.

He sat down with a grunt of pain, and you looked at him worried, but he just guided your head to his chest, letting you rest on it.

He ran his fingers through your hair, just like you did for him, and he held you tightly and close, making sure you were safe.

When he woke up after being shot he was terrified it was you that was hurt, and they wouldn’t let him go see you until he slept and was rested enough.

You held his hand close to you, and he smiled down at you, shuffling down so he was laid down with you curled up next to him

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you know you never stood a chance - chapter five

you know you never stood a chance series

five: steal from yourselves

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qz!Joel Miller x f!reader

Words: 2.2k

Summary: You and Joel fight while taking Ellie to Lincoln.

Warnings: dub-con due to power imbalance, free use, sex as payment, vaginal sex, oral sex (m&f receiving), cum play, Joel is mean/bad with feelings, this is not canon compliant, no use of y/n, degradation, canon-typical violence and danger, mention of Tess, description of injury

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He’s worse than a field of landmines.

You never know where you stand with him. One moment, he’s eating you out on the floor of a convenience store, his jacket under your hips to keep away the broken glass.

The next, he’s bitching about your eternal uselessness.

You get it. Sort of. The only purpose you ever served him was a set of warm, wet holes. Never mind the fact that he used to fuss over you. So now, out here, what good are you?

It’s that kind of thinking that makes you keep your mouth shut when you twist your ankle.

He’s there in a heartbeat when you fall, pulling you back up with one arm. You brush the leaves off your clothes and mumble your thanks.

“Dunno how you made it this long,” he grumbles. It’s a harken back to when you were sat at his kitchen table, broken wrist cradled in his gentle hands. It’s sickening, actually, to hear the venom in his voice this time around.

So you press on, ignoring the way your body is screaming in protest. Alarms blare, but you ignore them, keeping pace with Joel so he can’t find another thing to hate you for.

But Joel is Joel, and so when you stop for the night, he spies the swelling.

“Stubborn brat,” he says. “Coulda said something.”

“Oh yeah? What good would that have done?”

“How am I supposed to take care of ya if you don’t tell me when you’re hurt?”

You don’t look at him. You know it won’t last. He’s angrier more than he’s not these days, at least with you.

“What if we had to run? What if I counted on you to do something, and you got us all killed?”

Yep, there it is. You pull yourself up, sneering at him when your ankle protests. “I’ll save you the fucking trouble.” You grab your bag, and even though you know it’s stupid, you walk away.

You don’t make it far. The swelling has made it so much harder to walk, so you get around the curve of the street, about five houses down from the one Joel cleared, and slump on the porch. It has solid half walls, thankfully, so you’re concealed, and you don’t hear any noise or see any lights inside.

“That was fuckin’ rude,” Ellie says.

Joel’s head snaps to her from where he was still watching the road, the inky darkness of the moonless night having swallowed you up.

“Shut up,” he grunts.

“You’re just gonna let her go off and get fungified?”

“Ain’t my business what she does.”

Ellie rolls her eyes. “I’m just sayin’, it’s kind of fucked up.” But she settles down in her sleeping bag, too tired from the long trek to keep arguing.

You had just gotten home from work, still in your regular clothes, when Joel and Tess burst in. He was angry; she was loud.

They’d been bickering about some kind of pills, some kind of trade. You didn’t pay attention; they’d been very clear it was none of your business. Instead, you made a second cup of coffee with extra milk for Tess.

They were still arguing when you went to your room and shut the door. Your hands couldn't seem to unbutton your shirt, fumbling with each, until you gave up after the third and flopped on the bed. Fuck it. You were tired. And as much as you liked Tess, you were pretty sure this meant you weren’t getting fucked, and you felt a little petulant about it.

The door slammed. Your bedroom door flew open moments later. There was something in his eyes that scared you just a little bit. It also made you wet, so there was that.

“Why’re you still dressed?” he asked, already moving to rectify the situation.

“Dunno, didn’t seem like you were in a rush,” you said.

He had you peeled out of your shirt and pants and laid out flat on the bed in record time. He loomed over you, one hand grasping at your waist and the other wrapping around your neck as he bent to capture a nipple between his teeth.

You took a deep, shaking breath, a little dizzy from the barrage of sensations. He bit and licked your breasts, your neck, your chin. You moaned and squirmed under him until he squeezed your throat a little tighter, nipping at your ear.

He pulled away abruptly. “Need your mouth,” he said, tugging at you with the hand on your throat.

You scrambled up onto all fours and held your mouth wide while he stroked his cock a few times in front of your face. When his hand was out of the way, you replaced it with your lips, wasting no time in burying him deep in your throat.

You gagged, but held on, gut telling you he’d be more appreciative of your enthusiasm than anything else that day. You choked yourself on him, tears streaming down your face, but you were right. He rewarded you with a gentle hand cradling your head.

“Fuck, that’s it, good girl. Look at you, takin’ my whole cock.”

You moaned around him, warmth from his praise seeping down your limbs. It made it easier, somehow, for the head of his cock to batter your throat. He fucked up into you, grunting while you struggled to keep breathing.

When he pulled out, he didn’t bother to give you orders. He just shoved you back on the bed and parted your legs with his thighs. Grinning, he rubbed the head over your clit to watch the way you writhed for him.

“You want it, sweetheart?”

“Please,” you groaned, trying to spread your legs wider, be more accommodating. “Please, Joel.” You looked up at him with tears weighing down your lashes, lips turned in a pout.

He was too impatient to string you along, so he just smirked and pushed into your waiting cunt. You cried out from the stretch. Sometimes, it still burned and stung, like the first time, when he didn’t work you open first. Not that you could have waited that night..

There was something in the air you couldn’t quite identify. He fucked you open with vigor, but he was quieter than usual. He mumbled the occasional “good girl” when your moans betrayed a little pain, and his thrusts were smoother, deeper, like he was trying to hide something in your body for no one else to find.

He’d kill them if they tried.

He took you apart over and over, his thumb on your clit demanding your obedience. You gave him everything you had to give, sobbing when it became too much. He kissed the tears from your face.

“Poor thing,” he murmured, though it was not as cruel as he usually got. It was almost tender. He made up for it by returning a hand to your throat to coax another orgasm from your wrung-out body, biting at your breasts until you clamped down on him. He pulled out and covered your tits in his thick, milky cum.

He stayed over you, caging you in with his body. You were exhausted, eyes fluttering shut as you gasped for air. He took two fingers and smeared the cum all over your breasts, tweaking your nipples with slick-coated pads. When he was satisfied with his artwork, he stuck the fingers in your mouth.

You cleaned them off, humming softly at the buzz between your ears. He got up and tucked his cock away, looking down at you.

You forced your eyes open to see him. His forehead was creased, and his lips tugged down at the corners.

“Leave that there,” he said when he finally looked away, leaving the room without another word.

You lay panting on your bed, shivering a little as the cum dries on your breasts. He always cleaned you up after. Always.

You dozed off a little, startling awake when he entered a while later. You weren't sure how long it had been, but the sun had almost set. In the orange glow across your bedspread, he dumped an armful of… well, something. You couldn’t quite tell.

“Put these in your bag,” he said, rifling around in your closet and tossing the backpack at you. Clothes followed it, one of his long-sleeve shirts and a pair of sweats that unfolded in the air, smacking you in the face.

Your brain hadn’t caught up with him, still in the pleasant hallows of your dream, but your body knew what to do. When all else failed, it obeyed Joel Miller. You were dressed and standing before you were fully acclimated.

“Why?” you finally said, shoving handfuls of what turns out to be protein bars and batteries, bandages and clothing, and a flashlight into your backpack.

“Ya can’t stay here anymore,” he said, and you froze, a wounded sound slipping out.

“No,” he shook his head, “I mean when I’m gone.”

“Lead with that, asshole,” you grumbled. “But wait, then what—”

“You’re gonna have to come with me,” he said. He handed you a rolled-up sleeping bag, which you attached to the bottom of your backpack with the never-before-used straps.

“But why?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.” He didn’t want to tell you what one of Robert’s men had said, how he had known that you were naive and alone in Joel’s apartment twice a month.

The man was dead, but if he knew, then you probably weren’t safe there anymore.

“How am I going to be safer out there? That’s where you go, right, outside the walls?” You’d never asked before. Better not to know.

He grunted, which, based on the tone and volume, was Joel for “yes.”

“I haven’t been outside in fifteen years.” You didn’t need to tell him how little you knew, even then.

“You’ll be safer because you’ll be with me.”

You were scared. You couldn’t hide it; you knew he could see it carved into your face. It didn’t make sense; he wasn't some superhuman; he was not repellant to Infected or the horrors beyond. But you were soothed by the thought nonetheless.

You had the bag slung over your shoulder and were toeing on your boots when he stopped filling his bag from the kitchen and came back out to look at you.

“Look,” he sighed and shook his head. “You don’t have to. I won’t drag ya by your hair or anything. I just can’t protect you if you stay.”

“I’ll go wherever you tell me, Joel.” You didn’t mean to say it; your stupid, anxious mouth ran twice as fast as your idiot brain. But you found that you meant it.

“Don’t come cryin’ to me if you regret that.”

Well, you regret it now, but you’d die before crying to him about it, you think. You’re still buried in your sleeping bag on the porch, sun just barely cresting the horizon. You’re slumped down, saved from the damp, plastic carpet by the mostly intact cocoon. The porch is uneven, tilting to the right with decades of shifting foundation coming to haunt its shoddy construction.

It’s quiet. Birds chirp from somewhere as the dim light filters between the dilapidated carbon copy houses. You haven’t slept at all—too afraid.

A voice rumbles in the distance. Undeniably human, possibly male. For one second, your heart jumps, thinking maybe it’s Joel, and you won’t have to try to drag your ass back to him and grovel or find your way home.

And then you remember the reality of the situation. Chances are good that they moved on, and chances are even stronger that you’re not alone in this little subdivision. You don’t have time to wait and see what direction they’re coming from, let alone what they look like. You scuttle to the other side of the porch and jump from the top of the rail over the chainlink fence. You land hard on your side, trying to avoid actually breaking your ankle. It knocks the wind out of you, and there’s sure to be a bruise tomorrow, but you’re able to stand up and creep around into the yard.

There’s a back porch, raised high, with broken trellises along the bottom. At the far end is a garage, the sliding door hanging at an angle, and the regular door missing. Around the corner is an overgrown, dead garden, a doghouse, and the rusty frame of a trampoline.

They’re all shit options for shelter. But you’re not sure you could clear the fence from the ground without rattling it. You can hear boots scraping on the road, low murmurs spilling in their wake. Whoever it is clearly doesn’t want to attract clickers, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t looking for trouble.

You don’t have time to clear any of the hiding places. The garage and the porch are the highest risk for lurking Infected, but you don’t think you can fit quickly into the doghouse. You hear the sound of feet on the creaky front porch and dive for the garage, tucking yourself in around the corner from the regular door.

There are no Infected. There is a corpse, but it’s long gone to rot, skeletal and sickening, in a beach chair in the corner. The skull is shattered and jagged, and a revolver is on the ground. You sneak over and grab it. There are two bullets loaded and no more in sight. Hands wrapped around the grip, you press yourself back against the wall where you shouldn’t be able to be spotted from the house.

And you wait.

next chapter

*title from "Jars" by Chevelle

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

New Magic Wand

Tyler the Creater x Black Reader

You know the plot. In essence, Tyler is tired of being a side in his own relationship with you.

"I don't like that bitch," Tyler said simply.

In all honesty, he detested her. Isis was the superstud who was in love with his baby.. You. He didn't understand why you liked her.

He put his middle finger up when you put him in your livestream. It pissed him off to see you play dumb to his face, like you ain't both know the bitch was in love with you.

You aimed your camera from off-stage at his audience.. for Isis. Was this a joke to you?

"He got 'em chanting baked beans," you chuckled.

"It's what they what eat." Y'all were in fuckin London. What did you expect?

"WATERMELON! WATERMELON! FRIED CHICKEN! FRIED CHICKEN!"

Typically, he'd laugh at some stupid shit like that, but Isis laughing pissed him off and made him wanna take a literal shit on your phone.

"Racially motivated," he muttered dryly. The only reason he asked you to come with him on his tour in the first place was to get you away from her. She was your coworker. Y'all already spent too much time together, and he wasn't dumb. Of the three, not one of y'all were straight. All he asked for was loyalty. How could you fuck up something so simple?

After his set, he was sweating. He met up with you and ended your stream, beating you to it when you got mad.

"You been smiling and kiki'ing with that bitch the whole fuckin time I'm on stage. Give it a rest."

You snorted, laughing when he confronted you.

On the outside, he was calm, but dark conflicting thoughts were fighting for control of his mind. You kept treating his feelings like mud, treading through them bitches and rubbing them on the rug before entering casa de la Isis.

How long had y'all been fuckin behind his back?

"You really mad at that shit.. relax," you downplayed it, gaslighting him. "I saw everything you did. You was killing it, but you know Isis.. just like to watch."

You kissed his cheek as he stared, trying to comprehend your audacity. With a grip on his head, you whispered, "Stop acting like that."

You'd seen nothing yet. He'd just got a new glizzy, and it wasn't a strap-on.

Sex between the two of you was like trains colliding, explosive with pieces scattering all over the bed and the floor. The parts on your bodies didn't matter to each other so much as the passion you both exchanged spiritually. It was more than sex. It was ritual soul melding. Tyler was addicted to being whole with his other half... So when left alone for too long without you, he'd spiral downward, the dark thoughts getting louder.

Like now. The tour was over, and you back were home living your life. He stayed with you in your city because he finally had the freedom to fuck you into another dimension and float with you on a high until you both returned to your bodies.

You ain't want that though.

In his mind, you were supposed to be with him, but instead... you were out with Isis.

Tyler looked through your social media. Of course, he was on it. Y'all pictures read like couples pictures, but they also read like best friends, and sometimes just music partners since you made beats.

In your pictures in Isis, you and Isis looked like a happy black lesbian couple. She had a possessive posture like you belonged to her and no one else. You habitually let her get too close, and she took full advantage.

"Just friends," he thought bitterly. Your smile in those photos said more than you'd willingly admit. You looked joyous. He could tell you loved her back.

Drowning himself in the music from his headphones, he made french toast and watched NCIS in your apartment while he watched the clock. It was 2:05 AM and he was seething with envy.

What the fuck were you doing?

You stumbled in at 3:15 and laid next to him in your bed, knocking out. It took all he had not to smother you in your sleep.

She had to go.

Tyler was unquestionably jealous. Every time you mentioned that bitch in conversation when it was supposed to be just him and you.. or when you spent hours with her alone.. he felt dark energy flood him. He'd see his new toy in his mind and think chitty chitty bang bang. Isis would go bye-bye and his problems would be solved.

He talked about the ills his relationship with his niggas, but left out his dark impulses. They knew him well enough to know that they were there without the specifics. He had a strong sense of justice that told him the bitch needed punishing, but according to his friends, he was obsessed. It was an unchecked mental disorder that they debated, diagnosing him from TikTok. His anger was valid, yes, but you were his fixation. He was hyper-focusing, which is why he was so bitter.

So what if he was? You were his to fixate on. Or did that not matter?

He finally pulled your card one day when Isis came to scoop you on his time. You wanted to rush, but he stopped you.

"She got her backpack in the backseat. How long you plan on playing in my face?"

Isis looked through across through the passenger window with her arm around the seat, smirking at him like she did that shit to make a statement.

You looked back like you ain't originally see it. "Oh, she just keep it there sometimes."

Tyler pulled you closer, letting you know he was dead serious. "Bullshit hours over. Why you spend so much time with her when I'm right here?"

You looked confused.

"I'm not stupid. I know y'all bump coochies." His fingers scissored.

You looked back at Isis in her cherry red Chevy like you were embarrassed, still in the closet about your bi-ness.

Tyler understood, and he ain't mention it before because he knew what it was like, being in the closet. He, himself, hated labels. Why you couldn't trust him is what he didn't understand. Out of anybody, you could've came out to him. Regardless, there was still a strong unearthly connection the two of you had. His spirit was bound to yours, and he couldn't let go without fighting.

"We've developed what we have into something unbreakable. Us together is like magic."

"Why you saying all this?" You looked guilty when you said you loved him. "It's not what you think. Don't think that way, you know it's me and you forever. I'm not dropping you for nothing." You cupped his chin in your hand when you kissed him, him staring blankly through through it.

He felt embarrassed by the fact that he let you play him for so long. He hoped you'd get her out of your system so that you could focus on him only, but there was only so much he could take.

"What you two have together might seem similar, but be fuckin for real," he glared. He was Tyler the Fucking Creator. "You've known that bitch a few months. Her pussy came with the job. In another few months, you'll won't even be talking. She hasn't developed the connection with you that I have," he stressed. "She's not developed like we are."

She was the roadblock between him and you. With her gone, you couldn't leave him, and he'd be happy. He was desperate.

"Tyler, I'm a be real with you. You dragging this a lil too much."

Your tune changed briefly when he got a little aggressive. All he needed to do was grip you up and you'd melt.

"This 60/40 isn't working. I need 100 of your time." With a hand on your neck, he reiterated what you kept forgetting. "You're mine."

But he didn't feel like she should have to resort to that just to keep you honest. He was a soft lover. In his mind, you should've wanted to be faithful like he was to you. Again, he was desperate to get through.

"I told you, you got it wrong," you said softly. "Our relationship ain't like that. We just like kicking it." You held his chest when he shifted in frustration on his feet. "I can't be with you all the time, Tyler. I need my own space to breathe."

Tyler's friends had basically called him selfish for wanting to be with you all the time, even though it wasn't technically all the time. It was free time. Particularly the time you spent with Isis. She was the only bitch in your life he'd trip over. Now he was reading into what you were saying. He was selfish to want the time you spent with her.

As you stared up into his flat eyes, he asked you.. "You think I'm selfish?"

You swallowed your lips and he nodded, having his answer.

"I'm selfish because I don't wanna share my fucking partner?" The dark thoughts were resurfacing.

"We just going for some girls time," you shrugged him off. You looked back at him from the passenger side of Isis' car.

"That bitch ain't me, can't see me, ain't never gonna be me," he muttered in distaste as y'all drove away. "Bitch."

Turning abruptly, he left the spot. Like he wasn't fully in touch with his femininity and a lover of 'girls time'. He was girlier than Isis' super-butch ass.

He knew exactly what he had to do.

He had his moment when you left, knowing that girls time was code for experimentation and getting fucked by your coworker. He spiraled as he mourned the purity of his relationship, but then he got the fuck up.

He let you come home and live a few days while he played Martha Stewart, homemaker, but he also scheduled his flight back to LA.

You were in a good mood at this point, ready to love on him like a weekend bitch. You wanted to go to dinner, so he said, "Shit, where?" And he let you drive. You were happy, mapping out beats with your mouth.

Then he brought up Isis and your mood switched.

"I ain't talkin bout that shit," you snapped. "You wanna ruin a good evening complaining about a bitch that ain't here, be my guest. Otherwise, show some fucking gratitude. You wanted me to spend this time with you and I'm here."

The two of you went back and forth until you changed lanes like you're pulling over.

"Don't park," Tyler pointed straight, determined to say exactly what it was he wanted to say.

When you got mad, it was one of your tactics to pull over and threaten him with a break-up. It was an effective method to make him drop the subject of your infidelity. Why he let you treat him this way... He was in love.

Had it been anyone else, he'd have told them long ago to kiss his ass.

You rolled the car onto the shoulder, so he brandished his new pistol. "Keep driving." He had a plan.

The car drifted back onto the road, though you both knew the gun wouldn't be aimed at you.

"I get it. You're upset."

"Upset?... This superstud that got you hooked on plastic is fuckin up the frame, but I can make her make her go away."

You paused, not surprised at his mind, but surprised that he'd bring it to you even after your threats to break up with him.

"What the fuck Tyler?" You turned to, calling his bluff. "What you gonna do, shoot the bitch?"

"I'll delete that bitch like a paragraph," he corrected. "Keep trying me."

It was clear now that you didn't give any kind of fuck. His love was real, but it was too late to slow his wrath.

"You won't do shit!" You fussed in your seat, cussing him out and daring him to try it. "Say we were fucking around, you think I'd be happy if you killed someone? You think I wouldn't immediately turn you in?"

Tyler rolled his eyes, pointing the gun at you. "You think I wouldn't shoot you too? Roll the dice on me and see if you lucky, bitch."

You cackled loudly, taking his frustration as a desperate tantrum. "Put the gun down. We both know you'd sooner shoot yourself before you ever shot me."

"That's what you gambling on?" He cocked the gun but kept his finger off the trigger. "Pick a side. That bitch or me."

You shook your head and smirked in annoyance, sighing as you passed the restaurant.

Tyler stared at the side of your face, his gun still poised in your direction.

Wrong answer.

"Choose or I'll choose you both."

He could see that caught you off guard. Your expression said 'hm?'

You instantly pulled over on the side of the road despite his direction and parked as his eyes narrowed, still stuck on you. Kill Bill sirens rang in his head. You'd rather park the car on him and make more fuckin threats to keep your side bitch rather than lie and at least say you'd choose him.

Slowly, you took off your seatbelt. He watched as the dark thoughts took over.

You better not, he thought.

You did. You opened your door and he watched you.

Your leg stepped out.

"Fine, run," he blinked dismissively, the darkness taking over. He got out too and snatched the keys. "Get your stupid ass in the passenger seat. You're not leaving me."

With you in the car, he took your phone and went through your text thread with Isis. He checked deleted messages, too, because he wasn't stupid. He was tired of sharing.

"Just think for a second," you told him, trying to calm him down but he was done being stopped by you. He drove to the address Isis had sent you and dragged you with him to the door, but she wasn't home.

You looked relieved, but Tyler was a petty bitch and whether male, female, or nonbinary, anyone who messed with his relationship could get the blammy.

"Uh. Let's go," he put on his seatbelt, determined.

He drove around looking for that cherry red Chevy, finding it parked in front of a nearby gas station. She wasn't in it when he passed it and pulled up a few spots away. There were three other cars. Not many people.

"Tyler! Let's just go," you slid in protest, refusing to get out of your car. You locked it from the inside, but he had the fob.

He took a deep breath with his hands in the air.

"You really fucking up my plan."

Even if he hadn't planned on really doing anything originally, he was definitely gonna do it now!

He pulled you from the car and dared you to scream or do anything but walk. To his annoyance, you screamed as soon as you got inside the little store, but Isis turned around.

"Can't be in the picture if it got no frame," he warned, aiming his gun as he blocked the door.

She was at the freezer when Tyler shot twice in her general direction, hitting one of the patrons.

"I ain't got no shame, I'll fuck all this up."

I wanna share hyphenated last names and be your number one, rushed through his mind as he pulled you back and forth. No one was getting in his way.

Isis ducked and almost tripped on her way to the door as Tyler followed her with a trail of bullets, hitting snack bags, customers, the clerk, and anyone else trying to flee. He hit Isis last, just as she thought she'd got away. Then he went around and double-tapped, shooting the camera and breaking into the small security office to fuck up the footage. He pulled you along the entire way, stealing a bag of Lays on the way out and only turning to you once he started the car.

"You look concerned?"

With a smirk, he pulled away.

Catharsis fueled him as he hit the road with you knowing he'd packed both of your bags in the trunk. He'd booked not one but two plane tickets to LA, preparing for this to happen. He knew at the start of the day that there was a 50% chance of this outcome. He'd been thinking about it since his tour, back when he'd acquired his new magic wand. It'd granted his wish.

He looked over at you once more, feeling freed.

You didn't call the police. You didn't say a word.

Matter of fact, y'all didn't talk about it at all. It was a weird energy. The both of you just... moved on, keeping it as the elephant in the room.

Then he dumped you.

Only the few friends he trusted knew his crimes and they asked him in a smoke session...

Why? Why go through all that trouble? I thought you were in love? So then why'd you dump shorty?

He thought about it with a wry laugh. You were tracking his love like mud and wiping it off like something to be cleansed of, so he cleansed you.

Now you knew not to play games with people's emotions.

Now, he was free to move on with his.

He took a puff and held it, letting it through his lips. There was one way he could think of while high as a means to sum it all up, and he shrugged.

"Sometimes you have to close a door to open a window."

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#original #tyler the creator #black reader #black fanfic writer #black fanfiction

[dixonlvr-online]

How far is too far?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of violence and killing, argument

Genre: Angst, ends with fluff

Challenge: It's been a long day @whumptober/ Bedtime stories / "There's only us."

Part 1 if you're interested.

Talking to Maggie was exhausting these days.

Or maybe it was just the fact that you’d woken up at 6 in the morning to make battle preparations and it was now 9pm. All day, you’d gone from group to group, person to person, making plans, building weapons, stabilizing walls, and whatever else needed to be done.

What struck you the most was that no matter who you were with or what you were doing, they all talked about the same thing: killing the Saviors and Negan. Not that you didn’t want revenge yourself, especially for what they’d done to your husband Daryl, but the constant talk of killing was starting to get to you.

Even now, when you sat with Maggie, just two friends trying to enjoy an evening before everything, the conversation had turned to fighting. Maggie talked over the plan, how she wanted to find Negan and put him down in front of everyone. You’d tuned her out the last few minutes, hearing enough of it during the day.

It was when her voice raised that your skin prickled and you felt your blood go hot. You downed the rest of your drink and stood, startling Maggie from her rant.

“It’s been a long day. I hope you don’t mind me cutting this short,” you said. Maggie gaped up at you, but nodded. You shot her a tight smile before quickly leaving, needing to put some space between the two of you.

Your feet dragged on the walk home, body aching with exhaustion. Your shoulders felt heavier than usual, from the physical activities of the day and the weight of what was happening tomorrow.

The only thing you wanted now was to clean up and crawl into bed, hoping the words of the day would wash away until morning. Unfortunately, when you opened your trailer door, Daryl was at the table writing on some plans.

You sighed, and he glanced up at you. You tried to smile, knowing he must’ve had a long day too, but you could feel the tightness in your face. He gestured for you to come over, eyes still scanning the papers in front of him.

You stepped behind him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, trying to ignore the plans in front of him. He traced a hand across one of the lines.

“Does this look right to you? I told Jesus it ain’t soundin’ right, this part right here. I mean, the Saviors are smart sons of bitches, if we’re gonna wipe ‘em out once and for all we need to-”

“Can you not talk about this tonight?” you cut him off. He flinched, startled by your tone. You released your hold on him and stepped back, letting him turn to see you. His brows furrowed at the tight expression on your face.

“What? I’m just goin’ over the plan-”

“I can’t listen to one more word about tomorrow. I’m so sick of it, and so tired of everyone talking about it,” you said, trying to keep your tone under control. God, you just wanted to go to sleep. Daryl stood, confused expression turning to annoyance.

“Dunno if you noticed, but this is a big fuckin’ deal, Y/N,” he said, shaking his head at you. You bit your lip to suppress your anger, his words rubbing you raw.

“I know it’s a big deal, Daryl,” you forced out, gritting your teeth. “But that doesn’t mean we have to talk about it all the fucking time. Give it a fucking rest already!” You let the words rush out all at once, no longer caring to keep your voice down. Daryl’s eyes darkened.

“What the hell is this about? Ya don’t want to fight them no more? After everythin’ they did to us? To you! To me?” he yelled, towering over you. You stepped closer, glaring up at him.

“Of course I want to fight them! They need to be stopped, but that doesn’t mean we have to become monsters, for God’s sake!” you retorted. Daryl froze at your words, trying to grasp your meaning.

“What’d’ya mean, monsters? You think that’s what we’re bein’?” he asked. You felt your shoulders drop, the anger from before slowly fading away. In its place was an overwhelming feeling of sadness, of exhaustion. You nodded, slowly.

“All I’ve been hearing all day is, ‘We need to kill these guys,’ and ‘I hope Negan dies as painfully as possible,’” you said. “This was from people I respect, people I consider family. 

“Who…” you faltered, averting your eyes. “Who have we become?”

Daryl took a small step forward, lifting a hand to your cheek. You lifted your face to see his, watching regret pass through his eyes. 

“We ain’t monsters. You ain’t,” he said, gently. You shook your head.

“It’s too much sometimes. All of it. All the fighting, all the plans to fight, it never ends. If it ever ends-”

“When,” Daryl corrected you. You bit your lip, nodding.

“When it ends,” you said, “what will we have left? Will we have crossed a line we can’t uncross? What if we go too far this time?” 

Daryl considered your words, the two of you sinking into the silence. Finally, he held a tentative hand up to your arm, waiting for your confirmation to come closer. You nodded, stepping forward into his arms.

He held you close, feeling the beat of your heart against his chest. You breathed in deeply, relaxing into him. The rest of the world seemed to fade when you were in his arms. All the exhaustion, all the weight felt lighter when he carried some of the burden.

“You ain’t gonna go too far. I won’t let ya. And if ya cross that line…I’ll pull ya back. I promise,” he said. You smiled, your first real smile of the day, and leaned further into him. He rested his head on your shoulder, breathing out in relief after he spoke.

You knew tomorrow was going to be hard. You may have to kill. You probably would. But knowing Daryl would be here to hold you afterwards, to pick up the pieces when you fell, made the fight feel worth it.

#whumptober2022 #no.20 #it's been a long day #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #twd #the walking dead

[lastoneout]

Okay so the reason Laventon is willing to drop everything to help Ingo walk across Sinnoh to figure out who he is(aside ofc from being a recklessly good person who likes making friends and helping people) is bcs he's got that Hisuian sneasel egg, and you know what's a great way to hatch pokemon eggs? Walking around.

Cyllene ofc comes bcs she is also a good person and likes helping people even if she doesn't show it, and also also bcs she knows if she lets Ingo and Laventon go by themselves they're going to get killed. (She is mistaken in thinking her going along will change this, none of them have the braincell, the game was rigged from the start, ect.)

BUT ALSO LISTEN OKAY we can take this in a HILARIOUS direction. Usually, the trainers who walk across regions are young. Under 16 for sure. And kids have stamina and energy and can sleep anywhere and push themselves pretty far without dying. Ingo, Laventon, and Cyllene are like at least 30. They are TIRED. Their legs HURT. Achy BACKS! Fuckin' going to bed at 9pm! Camping? Oh, they are complaining about sleeping on the ground. Up with the sun? Cyllene maybe. Lav is "awake". Ingo is...not. They are going to poke-verse starbucks before anything else.

And I mean in PLA Cyllene and Lav probably have a lot of stamina bcs field work and such, but this is the modern day. Laventon works at a university. Cyllene exercises but she has a desk job. Ingo's probably the fittest out of all of them on account of the battling but like, walking across the country? No. These bitches are Tired Ass Adults. It's been years since any of them did anything CLOSE to this.

Like pls my nearly 28 y/o ass wants to feel represented by some useless exhausted adults slowly dying as they go on an impromptu hike across half the country. Bonus points if at one point Dawn, Lucas, and Barry show up and are like "this is fun! why are you all so tired! we love camping!" to which the other three just stare off into the distance with bags under their eyes having an internal crisis as they realize they're old now.

#lost in sinnoh au #ignore me lmaooo #pla #trainsetshipping

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Mundane

Oh here we fuckin go. I'm not sure whether I'll make a continuation to this. I lost motivation for the rest of it, even though I have a goal for it. So maybe. Maybe not.

CW: Canon divergence, cursing, Asher trying to be a wingman, Angel is underprepared, David is just trying to follow the rules.

Redacted Masterlist

Summary: Mundane was not what they were looking for, and maybe they weren't as stuck with it as they thought they were

Angel, in all honesty, never planned ahead by more than a few days. Outside of a professional capacity of course. They wouldn't be able to keep their job if they were irresponsible. But after they came home, they never had a plan for what they would do for the rest of the day, what they would eat for dinner, when they would go to sleep, ect. Weekends were purely for fucking up any sense of routine they had put together.

Which was how they liked it. Work had routines and those routines practically smothered them. Any time they needed to go on work trips, they were absolutely miserable for every single second of it.

"Michael, I'm home!" Angel called out, setting their bag and keys down on the entrance to the apartment they shared with their boyfriend. Their cat quickly came over, winding between their feet and purring loud enough that Angel was sure the neighbors could hear through the door. Not that it was much of a feat, that door was frustratingly thin. Noise complaints were a constant and consistently ignored by the landlord.

"Welcome back!" Michael called from another room. Angel squatted down and picked up the cat, holding her to their chest as they ventured deeper into the shared home. They had been living with Michael for almost half a year now, dating him for four months prior to that. They were steadily approaching the one year anniversary. Angel tried to ignore how they didn't feel anything towards that milestone.

"Hey." They said upon finding their boyfriend sitting on the couch, gaze lazily watching the show playing on the TV in front of him. He waved a hand to them in response to their greeting. Conversations were steadily losing their momentum with him. "... How was your day, babe?" They asked, fingers still gently scratching the old feline's neck.

"It was fine. Boring mostly." He answered and glanced towards them. "What do you want for dinner?" Mundane. That was a good way of describing how their relationship felt sometimes. To be fair to Michael, it didn't always feel mundane. Sometimes there was soft domesticity. Or heated passion on the nights they indulged in each other's bodies. But mundane was better than toxic or violent, so Angel would take it.

"Dunno. I'm gonna go change." They answered and placed the cat down. She quickly jumped up to lay on Michael's chest and Angel left the room to the sound of purring and the TV.

Mundane was good. Mundane was fine. Mundane was healthy. Mundane was comfortable. Mundane was... boring. They shouldn't find their relationship boring. They sighed and pulled out a sweater and pajama pants.

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Angel stared down at the dead battery screen on their phone, hopping from foot to foot as they waited for Michael to arrive. Their car had a flat tire and since Murphy's Law loved to apply at the most inconvenient of times - yes they know that's the point, let them be upset - Angel didn't have a spare tire. They barely had enough battery to let Michael know what happened before their phone decided to be a weak little bitch and die on them.

"Oh come on." They muttered and tried to rub away the goosebumps. It wasn't too cold considering the typical weather, but the sun setting meant some of the warm sun rays were fading with it and late fall wasn't kind to those left behind in the shadows.

"Hey, you good?" A voice called out and Angel looked up. A truck had stopped and the person in the passenger seat was leaning halfway out the window, eyes glued to them. They hesitated before shaking their head.

"Not really. I got a flat and no spare." They called back. The guy clicked his tongue and sat back into the truck. Angel couldn't hear what was said between him and the driver, but the truck pulled closer and he ended hopping out of the truck. They took a quick inventory of him. He was pretty good looking, if not quite their type. He seemed more... golden retriever. Matched their own energy though, when they weren't pissed and getting cold.

He squatted down to examine the flattened tire, reaching out to poke it.

"Holy hell. This shit is flatter than the bell curve of my grades." He said and Angel snorted. The driver inside the truck groaned and climbed out. Angel's heart stuttered when he rounded the dark vehicle and put his hands in his pockets.

"He's right. Even if you tried driving home, you would only damage your rims." He muttered. Pierce their heart with a nail gun, his voice sent a shiver down their spine. Black cat personality type for sure.

"Hey David, do you have a spare in the back?" The first guy asked. Angel's eyes hadn't left from staring at David. He seemed focused on his friend and the flat tire though. Unfortunately, but for the better.

"Usually yes. But Amanda needed a tire change and I haven't had the chance to replace it yet." He answered. Angel sighed, momentarily distracted as their disappointment sank in again.

"My boyfriend should be coming any minute." They mumbled, partially to remind themselves and partially to assuage any feeling of obligation these two might have gathered. The first guy straightened up, tilting his head. Definitely like a puppy.

"How far out is he? I'd feel bad if you were just standing out here by yourself." David groaned at his friend's words but didn't move. It seemed like he was used to this. Whatever this was.

"I'm... not sure. I texted him just before my phone died. I don't... really know if he saw my text." They admitted, that nagging worry finally being pushed into words. They hadn't seen the read tag switch on before the device perished. The friendlier of the two held out his own phone.

"You can call him if you want and check." He offered. David glanced at the other, but stayed silent. Brooding. Kind of like batman. Angel grinned at him and took the phone.

"Thanks..." Their voice trailed off, quietly searching for a name.

"I'm Asher. That's David." Asher said, pointing to himself and then to his extremely attractive companion. Angel nodded and introduced themselves in turn before taking a couple steps away to dial Michael's number.

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"It doesn't matter what Christian said, it's not his choice." David said as he continued driving down the road, Asher sighing next to him. The latest pack meeting was bumpy - as usual. Everyone was still trying to adjust to the sudden change in authority. They had all been expecting it, just not so soon. Although apparently Christian hadn't been expecting Asher to become David's beta. Which was a load of bullshit, but he kept that to himself.

"I know. It's just that... wait... David stop driving." Asher said, quickly jumping ship of the topic. David's brow furrowed in confusion, but complied with his best friend's request, pressing the truck into a stop. Asher quickly rolled the window down and leaned out of the truck. He almost reached out to yank the other shifter back in before he toppled his ass out the fucking window.

"Hey you good?" Asher called out. David sighed, but stayed quiet. A couple seconds pause before a voice returned an answer to his friend's question.

"Not really. I got a flat and no spare." A rush of sympathy flashed through him. It was always an annoyance to have to deal with something like that. God knows he had his own fair share of getting flat tires with all the back alley paths Asher had David dragging his truck through. Asher sat back into his seat and looked to David, face already pressed into a pleading expression.

"Can we help them, David? A way to make the day better and shit?" He asked. David sighed and took his foot off the break, and moved closer to the pour soul with the bad luck. Asher jumped out of the truck before David set it into park. Asher's next words had him climbing out of the truck, bumping the door closed with his elbow.

"Holy hell. This shit is flatter than the bell curve of my grades." Asher was trying to cheer them up. Which was good of him, but David doubted it would lead to a permanent effect. He rounded the corner, examining the tire to give a genuine assessment of the damage.

"He's right. If you tried driving home, you would only damage your rims." He ignored the quiet gasp that the stranger inhaled. Believe it or not, he was aware that he gave off an intimidating appearance, even if you didn't know who he was within empowered society. He was used to reactions in his presence. But he could already feel Asher's amused gaze on him.

But this stranger was wholly unempowered and that meant chances were they were also uninformed. Which only added pressure to exercise caution. Asher and him should leave before they - or more accurately, Asher - let something slip that made it a breach of covert. Better safe than sorry.

"Hey David, do you have a spare in the back?" Asher asked, smirking at him. David glared at the beta, who knew damn well that he didn't.

"Usually yes. But Amanda needed a tire change and I haven't had the chance to replace it yet." He answered through gritted teeth. He could practically hear the snicker that wanted to leave the other.

"My boyfriend should be coming any minute." The stranger said and David finally looked at them. They looked kind of pitiful, clutching onto their phone and the sleeves of their sweater. He pressed his lips together.

"How far out is he? I'd feel bad if you were just standing out here by yourself." David couldn't stop the groan at Asher's words. A silent invitation to wait with them. And additional chances to risk covert breach chances. They needed to go.

"I'm... not sure. I texted him just before my phone died. I don't... really know if he saw my text." They answered, waving their phone gently as if trying to prove it. David was about to reach into his pocket to offer his own phone before Asher quickly held out his. Probably for the best. David didn't want random numbers in his phone. Nor did he want complete strangers having his number.

"You can call him if you want and check." Asher said. David sent a grateful glance towards his friend. While a part of him wished that the beta was more careful with what information was thrown about. he was glad that the other understood David's own paranoia and caution.

"Thanks..."

"I'm Asher. That's David." Yeah. Asher really needed to be more careful with what information. At this point the stranger now had his phone, his name, and giving his number to their boyfriend by call history. That was all the information you really needed about someone to go through some online research and find out addresses, employment - even though Shaw Security was a private company, it was still registered with the unempowered government as a business for tax reasons - and other private information. David kept the lecture on his tongue and simply offered a nod of greeting to them. He watched as they stepped away to call their boyfriend and looked at Asher.

"We can't stay." He muttered, keeping his voice low. Asher waved a hand as he leaned against David's truck.

"Don't worry so much. Nothing is gonna happen." He answered and gestured towards them. "Besides, they need help. And they're cute." Asher said with a shrug. Then he smirked at David. "They're your type right?"

"They have a boyfriend so whether or not they're attractive is irrelevant to me." David retorted. The harsh sigh that came from them - they introduced themselves as Angel - had David glancing over.

"Please, Michael? It's getting late and I just want to go home." Angel said. Asher sent a worried glance at David, who returned the sentiment but both shifters stayed quiet. They weren't eavesdropping, but David wanted to make sure everything was fine before he packed Asher back into the truck and continued driving. Angel sighed again. "Yeah okay. I'll just call a cab or something and see if I can get it towed. See ya." They muttered before returning to the two and handing the phone back to Asher.

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Schedules were well and truly annoying. Or timing was anyways. Michael was in the middle of a meeting and couldn't come get them. Which meant they were going to need to find where the hell they could catch a cab nowadays.

"Is everything alright?" Asher asked, tucking the phone back into his pocket. Both men looked worried and Angel felt a stab of guilt at making complete strangers feel that way.

"Yeah. He's just busy right now, so he can't come get me. Do either of you know where I can find a cab?" They asked, feeling sheepish at continuing to bother them. Asher glanced at David, silently asking and the other sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"If... fucking hell, if you need a ride, I can give you one. If you decide you trust us anyways. It'll be easier than trying to find where you can flag a cab down and cheaper." David said. Angel paused.

On one hand, these two seemed friendly and nice. On the other hand, serial killers were usually the charismatic ones. At least if they died, it would be a nice view though. And warm inside the truck.

"Yes please." Angel said, putting their phone in their pocket. David seemed startled at the speed of their decision while Asher grinned.

"You can have shotgun. I don't mind hanging out in the back." Asher chirped, opening the shotgun door for Angel before getting into the backseat. David glared at Asher before looking to Angel.

"You got everything?" He said, sounding more unsure than Angel had heard him so far. They nodded and he sighed before going towards the other side. "You trust people too easily, the both of you." He said, muttering as he went.

Angel climbed into shotgun, closing the door behind them and putting in their seatbelt. They weren't sure why Asher laughed or David told him to shut up afterwards. It seemed random, but the two men were obviously close friends. Interactions between close friends were usually random to an outside observer. As David started the truck, Asher leaned closer to the center console.

"So where do you live, Angel?" He asked. David glanced at Angel.

"Don't tell us the specific address. That's not safe, considering you don't know us." He warned. Angel shrugged.

"It's an apartment complex, so if you figured out my exact unit I'd be hella surprised." They said before giving the address. They watched as David entered it into the GPS on his phone, but their attention was quickly pulled away by Asher again.

"Any clue why your tire went flat? Like was there a nail or something you ran over?" He asked, curiosity heavy in his tone. Angel didn't blame him for the interest. But they only had boring answers.

"Dunno. Just went flat at some point between home and work. Although it would make for a much cooler story if there was some plot to keep me in one place for a murder so a villain planted spikes or something." Angel said with a laugh. David frowned.

"You mean unsafe." He corrected. Angel bit back the first response that jumped to their tongue.

"Yeah. But it'd be more interesting than just a random flat, wouldn't it be?" Asher agreed, which had Angel sending a victorious grin at David. He merely rolled his eyes and Angel practically swooned at the look he gave them after.

"Do you like dogs?" Asher asked next. Before Angel could respond, David's grip on the wheel tightened.

"Asher. Stop pushing it." He growled out. Confusion clouded their veins at Asher's laugh. These two were weird. Exciting. Definitely not mundane.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fanfic #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted angel #redacted michael

[andysorbit]

Love and Addiction

Minors DNI

Warnings: toxic couple, fingering

Doyoung x Black fem!reader

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Doyoung comes back into the room, "And if you're gonna listen to the shit other people say instead of just believing me then maybe you're just using that as an excuse because you wanna fuck him anyway!" he yells.

You scoff, "Nobody’s trying to fuck Johnny. You just have a complex because he's taller than you."

Doyoung laughs humorlessly, "You love mentioning my height but when I mention your fat fucking forehead then you're ready to call Ten."

You throw a couch cushion at him and he catches it then flings it back at you, "You couldn't hit a wall with a handful of rice," he sneers.

"I could hit your fucking mom though," You mutter.

"What did you say?" he yells.

"I said you're a crybaby bitch!" You say louder.

"Don't get mad at me for being upset because you keep letting him hang around. What the fuck else am I supposed to think?" Doyoung shouts.

"You and I are not together, remember? You fucking dumped me," You say slowly.

Doyoung rolls his eyes, "You dumped me first you stupid bitch and you dump me weekly! We go through this shit every fucking week and now you wanna take this seriously?"

"Maybe I'm tired of the back and forth. Maybe I want a real man and not some big fucking crybaby bitch who can't take what he dishes out," You say challengingly.

Doyoung clenches his fists, "What the fuck did you just say to me?" You laugh, "You fucking heard me,"

Doyoung's face grows cold, "I guess it's a good time to tell you I fucked your sister. I mean we're done, right?"

You get off the couch and stomp over to him, "I'm gonna beat your fuckin' ass! You fucked my sister?" You scream in his face. He shrugs.

You ball up your fists to pound on Doyoung's chest, "How could you do that? You're a fucking dog!" You scream.

He grabs you by the wrists and shakes you roughly, "You don't want me to start swinging. I promise you that," he grumbles.

"Hit me. Do it," You dare him. "Shut up," he says.

You want him to kiss you so you can make up again but you refuse to break.

He doesn't let your hands go, "Don't you wanna know what I did to her?" he asks.

You shake your head, "Keep it to yourself you asshole." You say as you fight back tears.

He plucks your forehead, "I can't fucking stand your sister. You really think I'd sleep with her?" he laughs. You try to hit him again but he holds you firmly, "You're so fucking mean," You mutter.

He kisses you, "You love it," he whispers as he deepens the kiss. He breaks the kiss to roughly guide you to the sofa, "I hate you." You sulk.

Doyoung laughs a soft and silky chuckle, "You're addicted to me. You love me. That's what you hate. You hate that we can't leave each other alone. You don't hate me... you hate us," he says.

He pushes you onto the couch and climbs on top of you, "Unlike you... I'm honest enough to admit that as much as I fucking despise you, I can't live without you. You're spoiled, bossy, sensitive... fucking aggravating but..." Doyoung slides his hand down your pants and into your panties, "I fucking love you," he kisses you again and you melt back against the sofa as he strokes you slowly.

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I do not condone toxic relationships, name-calling, and anyone hitting or threatening their partners.

This was inspired by an anonymous confession sent to @ncityprincess and it can be found aqui

#neoculturecollectives #nct #nct smut #kpop smut #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #kpop drabbles #doyoung fic #doyoung smut #nct ambw #ambw smut

[justageneralsimpindeed]

Mappa did this on purpose.Those who read this early I have not finished this the internet just hates me an decided to post my work early.

Tw:rough sex,hints of jelousy,established relationship, hair pulling,random weird man,mentions of aftercare,choking,breeding kink,face sitting,fingering,mentions of children,cockwarming,loss of virginity,The last line if ya know ya know

"Y/n, Im home,"Nanami called out.But all he had gotten as a response was silence.Odd.You normally greated him when he came home,that's what nanami thought, so when he walked through the house to see you weren't there,he began to worry.Was this his punishment for being engaged while a jujutsu sorcerer.

He paced around calling out your name until he spots on the frigde as he walk into the kitchen a note he hadn't before noticed.

"Babysitting.be back by 8, food's in the oven. See you xoxoxo <3"

Although he feels the urge to sigh on how you didn't text him prior,he feels a sense of warmth at your words scribbled across the back of a torn piece of scrap paper you had found somewhere.Did this mean he wasn't going to track you down and watch over you. Nope!

After a while Nanami found himself outside a small house in Yamanshi-Cho. knocking on the door and waiting for a reply.When it doesnt come he peers through the window knowing that what he is doing is inappropriate but for you he has too.Only when he seeks you out does he find a child laying on your chest sleeping soundly with you.He chuckles as he leaves the window,image of you snoring,drool slipping past you lips,neat hair a mess.

"Um excuse me?Do you have any business here?"Voice asks with peaked curiosity,as nanami turns he sees an elderly man with teeth black or missing , back hunched and frame leaning on a cane. "Yes, im here for my fiance, I brought her lunch" he says lifting up the paperbag,with a stoic expression on his face.

"Prove it."

"Excuse me."

The tension had somehow built to an immesurable peak, and Nanami couldn't help but notice how the man before him reaked with envy.

"What is your issue with me being here?"

"CAUSE THATS MY FUCKIN DOOR!"

"Im just trying to deliver food to my fiance-"

"Your bitch aint here!"The elderly man swaying drunkly yells causing a ruckus.

The door opens to said ruckus revealing your slightly tired form and a child no older than three held against your hip in your arms. "Mr.Horuda,you're back,"and as if on que he flips a switch,voice turning into a sickly sweetness as he attempts to flirt with you,nanamis fiance,right infrony of him."Is it me or have you turned into a model from the time I left,"You giggle nervously as you hand him back his grandson, with sad eyes "Sasuke-tan , unfortunately we can't play now but I'll see you soon.Thank you Mr.Horuda for letting me take care off..."Only at that moment had you seen nanami,looking as aloof as you left him."Nanami?!What are you doing here?!"

"I came to pick you up.I brought food."He says as he begins to walk away,you give sasuke one final hug before you run off to catch up to nanami "Bye bye sasuke!"You call out,waving over you shoulder,just in time for you to see him repeatedly opening and closing his fists babbling at you.

"Nanami did you pick me up just so could take me on a date to meguro-gawa?"You giggle pinkies intertwined as you walk down the pavement with him."Actually I wanted to dicuss something."are the words that leave his lips that intrugue you."I want a baby,"nanami starts your face flushes, as you begin to fully comprehend what he means."I specifically want a baby girl,but a boy is fine."

"W-what where did this come from?"

"From seeing you babysit,you were upset that you had to leave sasuke,"Nanami pulls you down onto a nearby bench,fully taking your hands in his own,eyes watching you red face begains to become somehow redder. "Nanami-kun..."You whisper,trying not to bring any attention to the two of you. "Of course if you don't want one,ill wait until your ready even if its forever." He mumbles out scooting closer to you."But understand this ,i will be at yout side no matter the choice."You feel yourself flush as you hug him burying yourself into his chest."Marry me,"

He lets out a soft chuckle "You already asked me and I said yes"

"Then marry me now"You pout lifting up your face to meet his,the sudden boldness making him flustered.

That's how you ended up at a love hotel in meguro,nanami pounding into your tight,virgin pussy,despite him not wanting to hurt you.But you loved it.Every second of it.

"Shit!I'm going fill you to the brim,my love."Yoir faced only flushed further at his words as he rammed into you,ass turning red from the constant slapping of nanamis thrust. "Na-Nanami,ah!"a sudden yelp leaves your lips as you squirm due to nanami hammering his cock into your cervix. In an attempt to hold you still he moves his hands from wrapped just under you breast to bruising you hips,but not even that worked so he did something you didn't expect but certainly didn't mind.

He grabs a fistful of your hair,pulling you back to him as you try to crawl away,spasmming from overstimulation."Kento-Ah!"You yelp out as his cock pummels your cervix.

"Good girl,suck me in an- nghh let me breed you..hmph!Shit!"He groans pausing every word to knock the air out of his lungs as your cervix's life seem to flash before its eyes.Your crying and shaking,tounge lolled out with your eyes rolled back from hours upon hours of cumming.

He'd thrown you on the bed when you had gotten to the love hotel,nipping at your neck as he had slipped you out of your clothes(constantly asking for reassurance of you being comfortable) and began to finger you with his thick fingers.At first it was one and within the span of five minutes he was prodding a fourth at your hole,tounge sucking at the bundle of nerves and eyes staring at your tear filled one before you dragging you to sit on his face demanding to be suffocated by your glorious mass if he was to die.

As you find yourself cumming for the fifth time you can't help but wonder how did you get into this,with your love ramming into your womb whispering sweet praise into your ear from behind with his hand either pressed around your neck like a necklace or his hand yanking on your hair like the reign to a horse when you try to escape.

You barely remember when you had been knocked out from nanami's thrust but you do remember how his sculpted torso pressed against yours as he collapsed by your side after a few seconds he wipes your hair out of your face ,lips gently planting a kiss on your lips .To which you smile"Oh so my baby girls awake,I didn't go to rough on you for your first time did I?"he says sitting up and crawling ontop of you to plant kisses on your shoulder"Mmmhh...don't care,kento..."you grumble out a little groggy from being rendered unconscious by your fiance's dick.

"Nanami."

"Yes,love?"

"Why did you want a girl more?"

"..."he pauses"I dont want him hogging you?"

"Is that why you havent pulled out yet"You chuckle,to which he chuckles back before sighing"Ill get something to clean you up"

"You too."

"Y/N you literally fell unconscious "

"Mrs nanami says let me take care of you"

He laughs at the fact you had already adopted his last name despite not yet being married.

"Kento,baby.I think you need a vacation?"You voice,he wants to protest his occupation as a sorcerer denies him that vacation but he allows you to speak since you seem persistent .

"Could we go to Malaysia after the kids are born?I want them to see it to."You smile,and nanami does too as you saying the word 'kids'.He was going to have a family and now he truly must protect you from everything.

"Malaysia...that sounds nice"

#jjk #jujutsu nanami #nanami smut #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami x reader #mahito is a bastard #nanami stans dont kill me pleaseI tried😭 #another fuck you mahito #fuck you mahito #why mahito?!?!?!

[nella16]

His Partner In Eternity | Collector x OC

Warning: this chapter contains swearing, and stars basically injuring each other ( if followed from the start, you already know but yeah )

Ch11: Red Dwarf Dad

Filos was silent, until he chuckled, smirking sarcastically at Estoile " oh please ... dear child " he raised his arms " for millenniums .... I tried to open your mind, but too bad ... you never looked otherwise "

Estoile sighed, his hand grew longer to be a claw " I'm doing my duties ... "

Estoile quickly attacked him, who quickly shielded himself in an orange star shield, it didn't get destroyed, though having a huge cuts

" Though the Red-dwarf stars supposed to be in a distance from the bigger ones, you all do have a great durabilities, sadly not forever "

Estoile snapped his fingers from both of his hands, then a shiver ran through Filos' body, his shield fading away, causing him to fall to the ground

" My dear love ... " He smiled, chuckling, while Filos was breathing hardly, as his starry red blood flew, he stared at him coldly " Camael ... I won't be surprised if you used her .. you always lacked the understanding of others "

" I didn't, I just saw her doing it ... wish that I told her how gorgeous she was "

Suddenly he heard Filos coughing, as the blood flew more, " oh, you poor thing ... " he held him from the ground, looking at him with sympathy " being wild isn't the best for someone with an eternal life as you, isn't it? "

" You fuckin hypocrite .... piece of shit! "

" Now now, your vulgar language won't save you " he clenched him into his fist, making Filos scream from pain " I hope you didn't let such words out of your mouth in front of Collector "

Filos let his head down as a sign of giving up, at least that's what he wanted Estoile to think

" Now ... " he looked to the other side " I assume you have to be– "

Suddenly Estoile felt a sharp tip, digging into his back, looked back, and saw a bright orange arrow, into his back

He quickly looked at Filos, to find him raising his finger that glowed orange, looking at him triumphantly despite the pain

" Take it, bitch! "

Before Estoile could act, the arrow plunged deeper into his back and got out from his stomach, although no sound was made, but in an instant, Filos slipped out of his hand, causing the latter to fly quickly away

Despite...the line that was carved on his back, his bleeding started to ease a bit, despite the traces of blood on his clothes

STEPSTEPSTEPSTEP!

He heard a quick steps behind him, enough, he should use it

His eyes completely glew orange, using all what he had of powers to teleport himself, to another place, far away, his hideout lair

He fell down on the floor, tired " poor star ... " he panted " to think that ... he would be capable of seeing him again now .... "

He laid on his back, staring at the cupe beside him, seeing Collector check on Chalent & King, before getting back to sleep, and snuggle with the ... technically Titan girl, giving her kiss on the cheek then closing his eyes

" Take care of your fellas, my child ... " he crawled to the big bed behind him, resting his head on the pillow " if he caught one or both ... I would be there "

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The End

#collector the owl house #collector toh #oc #toh collector #the owl house #toh #toh fanart #the owl house the archivists

[fayeelikefairie]

Brightst☆rs presents..:♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

Side story: "Midnights always tell truth"

01:57 ━━━━●───── 02:55

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TW:THE MENTION OF CIGARETTES,ABUSE,SUICIDAL THOUGHTS,CRYING,REI AND SORA BOND OVER SADNESS

Sitting at the fancy white Table staring at the stars with tears dripping down her face Rei sat with shaky hands. It was midnight,she was supposed to be asleep, but here she sat with a stinging cheek and bloody nose all because she was a little late from hanging out. Miku and the other singers were somehow asleep,she didn't question it,thankful they weren't up especially Miku. As she hugged her knees,looking down from the sky at the grass and star shaped flowers she heard footsteps. She ignored them,keeping her gaze low whoever it was couldn't see her like this. "Hey Rei. Can't sleep either?" It was Sora. She wiped the blood from her nose,Feeling tears well in her eyes even more she didn't dare speak a word but gave a nod.

Sora sat in the chair next to her, she smelled of cigarettes. Worse then usual, "The stars are beautiful here,aren't they?" Sora said looking up,voice an unfamiliar,soft almost.. shaky voice. She perked her head to sora, "mhm.." she hummed in response,wiping tears,this was pathetic,no one cared,why would Sora, no point in hiding it right,the stars couldn't show her face tha much,could they? Sora turned to her,seeing her hair was down," that's out of the normal for you,it.. looks nice-" she said,her voice getting squeaky. From what Rei could make out she saw Something ashy and gray on Her hands "..what's that?" Rei said in a soft voice,trying to hide her tears. Sora sniffled,shaking her head "it's nothin,what's wrong with you? You look like you got into a fight." Rei tensed up,Throat tightened.

"Uh-.." she tried to speak but what came out was tears,.. but sora seemed like she knew "Parents?" She asked with Furrowed eyebrows tears dripping down her face as well. Rei just nodded "Parents are fuckin bitches,... all cause your a little late-" Sora stopped,wiping tears. "Agreed.." Rei said in a breaking voice,without thinking she spoke. "They make you feel so worthless,like you should just be gone- why did they even have me.." she cried,Sora nodded in a agreement,who knew they were so similar yet different, Rei felt herself finally let all go when Sora got up,hugging her,she laid her head on Soras shoulder. "Why am I even here.. I don't even-" Sora rubbed her back as Rei ranted "that's a real question.. but think about it Rei.." she said through tears.

"Why do you feel you have purpose?" Sora asked,"y..you awnser first.." Rei asked. "..I feel purpose around You guys.. you.. Ami.. Akari.. the only reason I'm still here.." Sora admitted. That hit Rei,that was the same,She didn't even wanna live but she lived for them,... "I.." Rei said thinking "I hardly feel I have purpose... I don't besides being alive for them,for you.." she sobbed. Why were they the same,just different abuse and coping "I wanna run away.." Rei said. Sora run her fingers through Reis hair,"..maybe then when we're with the people that make us happy,away from them i-... I think we-" Sora cried,the two girls going silent,a comfortable silence as they sat in eachothers presence,not caring about the time,just their to support.. Maybe one day they would run away with the others,away from any pain.

Go pro,Get new lifes with eachother,... that thought made the two calm down,but it was only hope it'd happen,.. the two just cried,With no judgment. "Hey Rei.. let me patch you up," Sora spoke up,Rei lifting her face,tear stared and bloody,Rei nodded,the scent of cigarettes was comforting now somehow. Sora grabbed stuff from her pocket,she always kept that on her? Smart. She gently cleaned Rei up,And rei melted back into Soras arms after,Tired it wasn't a bad idea to fall asleep in the sekai right? Sora stroked her hair,Tired herself,. Under the pink glow of the stars and moon,The colorful magicalness around them going black as they fell asleep to the sounds of the mystical sekai

#project sekai #project sekai oc #brightst☆r #project sekai fanfic #project sekai fangroup #oc x oc #hastune miku colorful stage #canon x oc #leo/need

[love-is-in-the-multiverse]

Incorrect quotes Part 1

So @firesmokeandashes did tag me on this but... I decided to to things differently

Hey you! Yes you scrolling through . Please read this and give some feedback! I would love your opinions

BLACK BUTLER

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Belle and Alois:

Alois: Belle, do you love me? Belle: Of course I do!

Alois: Would you still love me if I did something bad?

Belle: Well, of course I… would…

Alois: I mean something really, really—

Belle: Alois, My love, what did you do?

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Alois: About to do something incredibly stupid

Belle: I know I can't stop you, but I won't let you go by yourself.

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Belle and Alois looking at a locked gate into a park

Belle: Aw. :(

Alois: You know what they say.

Belle: Please don’t-

Alois: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

Belle: Frick-

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Kidnapper: We have your child

Belle: I don’t have a child?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?

Belle: Oh dear, you have my husband, Alois

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MY HERO ACADEMIA

Hana: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you.

Dabi: Being a fish.

Hana: Well, shit.

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Hana: Walking in to a room Sorry I'm late… I was… doing things.

Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Tomera: * Out of breath* SHE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN' STAIRS.

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Hana: WHAT'S YOUR TYPE

Touya: Anything, honestly, but you especially

Hana, desperately, as Touya bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Touya: Oh * Looks down* Red

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Hana: Hey Touya, have you seen the photographer?

Touya: Nope.Have you seen the meat tenderizer?

Hana, confused: What?

Touya, grabbing the meat tenderizer out of the drawer: No reason, cute girl things!

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Juliet: :) Katsuki: >:( Juliet: Turn that frown upside down! Katsuki: ):< Juliet: Not sure what I was expecting…

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Katsuki: Do you want to know your gay name? Juliet: My… my gay name? Katsuki: Yeah, it's your first name- Juliet: Haha. Very funny Katsuki- Katsuki: gets down on one knee And my last name. Juliet: Oh- oh my god.

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Juliet: Can you cut me some slack, Katsuki? I’m sort of in love. Katsuki: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem. Juliet: I’m in love with you. Katsuki: blushes Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

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Katsuki: BE THE BETTER PERSON! Juliet: WHY?! Katsuki: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!

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Juliet: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Katsuki: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Juliet: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Katsuki: Is it working?

( Yes the Centrist [ FEMALE CENTAUR] is the smaller spoon, horse half makes it hard to sleep)

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Juliet: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

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UNDERTALE + UNDERTALE AUS

Irene: Flowey, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power!

Flowey: Well of course I have! Have you ever tried going mad without power? It's boring!

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Irene (Underfell) : Don't worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Flowey: I think you mean cards.

Irene (Underfell), casually pulling knives out of her sleeves: No, I do not.

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Flowey: Irene, my old friend!

Irene: I think you tried to kill me at some point.

Flowey: That was obviously just my way of getting to know you.

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Irene: Just be yourself. Say something nice.

Flowey: Which one? I can't do both.

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Flowey: I desire moisture. Irene: Please just say "I want water" like a normal person.

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Flowey: Something’s off. Irene: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people. Flowey: No, but that’s funny.

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Ivy: What’s something you guys are better than Glitch at? Raven: Mario Kart. Splat: Yeah, video games. Dawn: Emotional vulnerability.

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CREEPY PASTA

Heather , looking over Liu’s shoulder: You can draw?

Liu, stopping what he was doing: You can speak?

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Jeff: No, No I think you have the right one . Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. Just Please be good.'

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Jeff: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into-

Heather : You sleep with a teddybear.

Jeff: He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!

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Liu: What's the signal when something goes wrong?

Jeff: We yell, 'oh shit.'

Heather : …That'll work

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Masky: Tommorrow's garbage day. Liu: I can't believe they made a whole day dedicated to you.

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Ben, admiring a sleeping Heather: You’re so cute. Heather, sleepily: I could beat your ass. Ben, lovingly: I know.

Jeff, angerly : So can I, you have five seconds to run

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Toby: standing at the top of the stairs What are y'all doing at the bottom of the staircase? Jason: I accidentally fell down. Laughing Jack: JEFF PUSHED ME down the stairs because I refuse to pay THEIR part of our rent! Liu: Jason bet me fifty bucks that I couldn't reach the bottom of the stairs faster than they did falling down it, so I slide down the banister to get my money. Heather: 'I don't know how I got here. One moment, I was sleeping in my bed, three floors up, and then suddenly I was waking up here, just in time to get crushed by Jason.'

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Liu: Ow! Heather: What’s wrong? Liu: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow. Heather: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four. Thank Jeffery

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Heather:' I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism.' Masky: And you came to me?

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Laughing Jack: This is ridiculous! Masky: Hey, someone’s gotta be the jester for the court.

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when a child starts crying in public Jeff: tries to make the child laugh Heather: tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down Masky: gives detailed instructions to the parents Hoodie: cries with the child Jason: ignores the child Laughing Jack: is the reason why the child is crying

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the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups Laughing Jack, Heather, and Liu: spinning a little and talking Toby, Jeff, and Jason: flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming

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Sonic.exe: Would you slap Heather- Masky: Yes. Sonic.exe: I didn't even finish! Masky: Sorry, continue. Sonic.exe: Would you slap Heather for 10 dollars? Masky: I would do it for free. Heather: 'Rude… and people wonder why I don't talk to him'

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Jeff is casually searching around the room Hoodie: Hey Jeff, what’re you looking for? Jeff: My will to live. Heather walks into the room Jeff: Oh, there it is.

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SUPER MARIO

Isabella: I don't know, it's not my cup of tea.

Morton: Well then whose is it?

Isabella, staring at a cup of tea: I don't know!

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Isabella: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Wendy. Wendy: I hate myself.

Isabella: Alright, square up.

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Ludwig : Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.

Bowser: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.

B.Jr.: Wasps? Larry: Terriers?

Roy : Lemmy.

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Morton: So I was just having a conversation with Iggy about Star Wars; particularly, about the choice of architecture. The amount of people who die from falling down bottomless pits is TOO DAMN HIGH! Like, who designs architecture like this? Catwalks with no guard rails whatsoever, just zigging and zagging through enormous voids. Giant holes to nowhere!

Iggy: It's by design. It's a cleaner look, for a more elegant time.

Morton: Like… who the fuck put this hole here???? And why????

Iggy: Exhaust? Morton: Darth Maul falls down a hole, Palpatine falls down a hole, Solo falls down a hole, everyone falls down a hole! Star Wars universe needs OSHA. Luke falls down a hole, Boba Fett falls down a hole…

Morton: Yes, yes, I forgot about those! R2-D2 falls down a hole in the Millenium Falcon after he fixes the hyperdrive.

Iggy: We're onto something here! Morton: Obi-Wan almost falls down a hole. C-3PO falls off the barge into the sand. Pretty close to falling down a hole. Morton: His lightsaber does though. Iggy thinks hard about what other Star Wars Characters fall down holes

Morton: What if the hole is symbolic? The hole represents the dark side.

Iggy: Nah, doesn't work. Luke chooses to fall down the hole instead of joining Vader/The Dark Side. Morton: Fair point.

Isabella : Help

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Amara: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?

Kokichi: Probably because I'm a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.

Amara:......

Kokichi: I don't know how you keep forgetting this.

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Amara : Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Kokichi: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

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Amara: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.

Kokichi: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is!

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Amara: *kisses Kokichi *

Kokichi : !

Amara: …Did you steal my chapstick?

Kokichi : Did- did I what?

Amara: My chapstick, Kokichi . Did you steal it? Gonta: Amara, for the love of God, not this again. Kokichi : I- No, I didn't steal your chapstick. We use the same chapstick.

Amara: No, there is absolutely no way we use the same chapstick, because it was only sold on one Etsy shop two years ago and they discontinued it, and I loved it so much that I bought the last of their stock, and I keep it in my freezer so it doesn't go bad. It's been discontinued for three years. No one uses the same chapstick for three years. So unless you've been eating a whole fuck ton of something that's flavored like chocolate and popcorn, you absolutely stole my fucking chapstick.

Kokichi : Chocolate and popcorn?

Gonta: Why do you think it got discontinued?

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Amara: Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one.

Kokichi : It’s nice see your smile when you win! later

Amara: He's probably just staring at my ass.

Gonta: Yeah, probably.

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Kokichi : You got a date yet Amara?

Amara: No…

Kokichi : Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

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Oh! you actually read all of this, thanks, means a lot!

#danganronpa #super mario #creepypasta #black butler #my hero academia #love speaks

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E: Moments - Part 3 - Outside the hotel room (Set in 2020)

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16 @janetreader

This takes place during Part 2, as Eddie leaves Kirby's hotel room and onwards.

Also, Kirby is still Orange. Italics are inner thoughts.

Eddie's P.O.V:

"Oh shit." Eddie whispers, he gets up quickly and rushes out of Kirby's hotel room.

He leaves Kirby alone with her 'Boss' Damien, and staying just out of Damien's sight in the hallway.

Eddie listens in, paying close attention to the Lucifarian duo.

"Boss, I swear we weren't doing anything like that." Kirby's voice is weak and full of fear.

"Shut up, beast." Damien growls

"Boss, I'm telling you."

The crack of Damien slapping Kirby enrages Eddie to his core, it takes all of his willpower to stop him from going back into the room and he listens further, his heart racing, his hands balled into fists. He misses most of what Kirby says next, but catches Damien's bellowing voice.

"Shut it!" Damien roars, "Fucking insolent little bitch!"

Eddie moves back when he hears Kirby's footsteps rushing for the door, he hears her yelp of pain, followed by a loud glass crash in the bathroom and the sound of a door slamming shut.

Eddie runs off, back to his own room to think up a plan. He paces for hours, incapable of stopping or sleeping, too angry at Damien, too full of rage to see sense for a good number of hours.

"Fuckin' Asshole, what gives him the fuckin' right to treat her like that," Eddie's pacing back and forth with rage, "She's just a kid. I gotta… I… I need to go back to her. I need to help her. What the fuck is the time… One in the mornin', she's gonna think I'm a mad man, but I need to protect her."

Eddie races to Kirby's door, sleep-deprived and cursing himself for not going sooner. He knocks on her door and hopes she's awake.

"Eddie?" Kirby swings the door open, clearly confused and sleep-deprived herself.

"I'm sorry, I heard Damien yelling at ya. I had to make sure you were okay." He murmurs, his voice more tired than he wants to admit he is.

"It's not your fault he yelled at me."

The statement shocks Eddie as much as the still red mark on Kirby's pale skin, that beautiful pale skin marked by such an asshole ain't right.

"It was though," okay now I sound like an ass, "I should have fuckin' left when you told me to." If I had left Damien wouldn't have any reason to hit you because of me, "If I wasn't such stubborn dick… have you been cryin'?"

He reaches out to touch her face, getting closer to try and comfort the younger woman, not realizing that for every step he takes closer to her, she steps further away, until she trips over her own feet and crashes to the floor.

"Leave me alone." She whimpers, the sound nearly breaking Eddie's heart in two.

"Holy shit," he tries to act tough in front of her, "kid, are ya okay?" He pulls her closer as she struggles to control hr breathing, "No, no, come here." I'll protect you. He checks her skin for bruises and cuts, not liking what he sees, but controlling his anger.

Kirby buries her face in his shoulder, sobbing against his skin. Eddie tries to sty calm and not break down himself as he strokes his hand over her back soothingly.

"I got ya. It's okay kid. You're gonna be okay." I won't ever let him hurt you, I will keep you safe.

"What if he comes in? What if he sees me with… with you?" Her body trembles as does her voice.

Eddie's body tenses and he grips Kirby's body closer to his, his rage getting the better of him as he growls, "If that bastard comes in here now, I'm gonna fuckin' kill him."

#eddie kingston fanfiction #eddie kingston x oc #aew fanfiction #aew oc #aew fic #wrestling fic #wrestling oc #D.U.D.E #Daughters Under Darkness Elite #Eddie Kingston x Kirby Lucifarian #Eddie Moore x Kirby Rhydderch #wrestling fanfiction

[heavyhitterheaux]

“Well, I mean there’s pros and cons to both. Pro, I can keep an eye on both of you and kick Jack’s ass as needed and the con? Well, living with your baby daddy who at one point wanted nothing to do with you or his child.” NO LIES WERE FUCKING TOLD!!

“A title that I embrace. I can’t stand his ass and how he did the both of you. Wait until I get my hands on him. Send me the time and place I WANNA WHOOP SOME ASS TO!! & and I’ll even record 🤭

“Okay Harlow, you listen and you better listen good. Y/N is my best friend and I swear on everything that is within God’s green earth that if you even think about going back on your word that I have no hesitations to kill you even if you are my goddaughter’s father.” YESSS JESSS PUT👏🏽 A👏🏽 WEAK👏🏽 BITCH👏🏽 IN👏🏽THEY👏🏽 FUCKIN👏🏽 PLACE👏🏽

“Hmm, you are tall. She wasn’t lying about that part. But I will bring you to my height if I have to. Anyway she’s still sleeping, take care of my girl. Nice meeting you in person finally, I guess.”I love how she told his ass off before they even met IRL 😭 like YESSS BITCHHH LET THAT HOE KNOW U AINT PLAYIN ABT YO GIRL!!

“Well if things had gone a bit differently, she wouldn’t have had to do that. But anyway, moving on.” TELL HIM!! Jess took it lightly HE LUCKY HE AINT GET HIS WHITE ASS BEAT!

"You've seen the latest sonogram. Only thing she might have is your forehead.” God bless YN’S VAGINA 😌 THAT BABY BIG HEAD FINNA TEAR IT TF UP 😭

"But babe…" Boy don’t babe her, you lucky she even thinkin abt it and not js sayin NO FUCK U!

"I'm not trying to have this turn into an argument." Jack said while looking at you. It don’t seem like it JACKMAN 😑

Jess, I haven't felt her move in two days." Please don’t make me cry, REE I CANT DO THIS TODAY 😭

"But you know what I've noticed? Any time we're in Atlanta he disappears for days at a time and he used to not do that. So I'm thinking if anything that's where he's going." Jack is soooo fuckin dumb, like did you rlly think they wouldn’t notice 😒

"Family emergency. Something's wrong with Clay." Honey just stop lyin 😐

Jack- He's fine. Will stay with my parents for a few days. This is really really embarrassing for you Jackman 😕

"His location is saying that he is at the hospital."THIS IDIOT DIDNT TURN HIS LOCATION OFF?!?! Jack did you wanna get caught?? Cause like sir wtf

"Thank you and almost 7 months." H- h- HOLD THE FUCK UP 6 MONTHS THIS WHITE BOY HAS BEEN HIDING THIS FOR NEARLY 7!MONTHS?? I’m thinking maybe 3, 4 if I wanted to push it. BUT SHES ABT TO POP AND THIS BOY STILL HASN’T TOLD ANYONE!? Is he fucking mental 🤨

“He really wasn’t even there for the first four.” You heard Jess mutter, but Clay heard her. WAIT WAS THIS ADDRESSED IN OTHER PARTS & I DONT REMEMBER?? Cause now I’m pissed off all over again 😕

“Jess, please stop throwing me under the bus.” If you wasn’t bullshitin there would be nothing to throw

“They checked on her and said she’s fine, and that she really was sleeping. I just don’t ever remember her sleeping for that long. Like I said, any time she hears his voice, she’s active.” She said I’m tired of my daddy’s shit, wake me up when it’s my time to come out & he stop playin games ✌🏽

“Nope, they were friends with benefits and they met on the Creme De La Creme tour in Atlanta and have been fucking ever since.” Okay damn just put they business out they like that 😭

OKAY PART 2 COMING!!

Jess plays absolutely NO games with him and she'll probably continue to threaten him on a daily basis 😭

Yes he has been hiding her for that long!

The first 4 he was being an ass and started to act like he had some sense in the middle of month 5

Clay was just like... do not include me in your shenanigans lmao

Urban knows Jack like the back of his hand and knew something was wrong the entire time

Oh yeah baby girl is definitely tired of him acting absolutely wild and she is not here for it

And just because Jack designed the cute nursery means nothing lol she is still on the fence about living with you lol

#awhore4moree