#because you know what i do i will often grab characters by the fist and make them more interesting to me.ive done it to them both

[kaizynofsickness]

Brain is rotting

Boyfriend!Sukuna headcanons (fluff/general relationship, angst, smut), true form Sukuna. MDNI

Fluff!Boyfriend!Sukuna who was insanely fond of you when he first met you, in his own sick and twisted ways. He wouldn't stop thinking of you, and for a second he thought you were powerful enough to make his brain disfunctional and think of you only. Until he leaned what it is called—he was aware of the emotion, just hated the feeling—love.

Fluff!Boyfriend!Sukuna who wants to have you to himself already. I mean, you're so tiny compared to his all mighty four armed monstrous form, eyes glaring down at you. So what if your scared? Scared that he'll kill you when you're the one killing him, heart and brain all in one.

Fluff!Boyfriend!Sukuna who will never admit it, but is dying to see you. Well, as much as he can get close to dying. He isn't needy and up your ass like someone else, he can go without your voice for a week.

Fluff!Boyfriend!Sukuna who is highly interested in the way you speak. Telling him that whenever you're away from him and waiting you're 'screaming and biting your fist.' at first, he thought it was funny to imagine. Until he grabs a hold of your fist, almost aggressively. "Stop biting yourself like a dog." His way of saying, I'm highly concerned. Please don't hurt yourself.

Fluff!Boyfriend!Sukuna who has fun with you to an extent when you help him rearrange his domain for the 100th time. It was nice having a partner to do his work with him.

Fluff!Boyfriend!Sukuna who is never fully out of character. Not even when you get your period. Yeah, he'll still hug you and allow you to lean on him, rub your back with his large and veiny hands. But don't expect much. He isn't going out of his way to help you because your bleeding. Blood is normal, and from what he heard it's not blood from a wound. So why complain?

Fluff!Boyfriend!Sukuna and his way of using his rough hands to message you stomach and sides. "I am not your slave bitch." He grumbles and complains constantly about how you have him doing this and not the other way around. What is he to you, you mere human?

Fluff!Boyfriend!Sukuna who is as possessive as he looks. Someone staring at you for too long? "'kuna, why is my friend missing?" Is what he expects to hear days later after the incident of the persons eyes lingering on you body for too long. "Dunno." He would brush it off quickly.

Fluff!Boyfriend!Sukuna who often makes sexist jokes. Like if you somehow can't cook right or lack amazing skills, he'll pop out that sexist joke of you being a terrible housewife.

Fluff!Boyfriend!Sukuna will regret saying some jokes like that if they end up hurting your feelings more than he intended them to. He won't apologize immediately and it will be a salty ass sorry. But next time you walk out to cook or do dishes, he will yank you away from that spot and let you watch him do it himself.

Angst!Boyfriend!Sukuna started to hate how he acts around you. Either he's too mean and makes you cry or too nice and makes himself cringe. He misses how he used to be before you rotted his core with that dumbly cute smile.

Angst!Boyfriend!Sukuna who bites his tongue for the things he wants to say to you when you act out of line. Who clenches his fist until his nails dig blood out of his skin because he wants to cave you into a wall so bad. Yet he knows he'll loose you. So for once, he hurts himself. Not someone else.

Angst!Boyfriend!Sukuna who's arguments get heated really quickly. Sometimes, it's petty little things like why he burned you house down to force you to live with him or why he kicked a dog you actually liked, but it can get serious. Like when he's hurting someone for touching you innocently. That's when he ghost you for the longest.

Angst!Boyfriend!Sukuna who almost took a sort of pleasure in your tears, as toxic as that sounds. When he was arguing, you decided to simply cry. If you were a normal bitch, he would've killed you. But you looked so pretty with wet strands of hair on your forehead and tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. He fought off a smile at your weak state.

Angst!Boyfriend!Sukuna as shocking as it seems, wants to be better for for you. He wants to stop wanting to see you cry and wishing he could watch you burn sometimes. Because he loves you. Really. Yet for all those months you teased him by not being his, maybe you deserve to cry.

Angst!Boyfriend!Sukuna who gets upset when you get upset. You could be mad at somebody, and he will be mad with you. But if you're mad at him, he will be absolutely enraged with you. So much that he will lock you in his domain and not that you leave. Who told you to talk to him like that? Who told you to tell him who he can kill and who he cannot? Maybe being in a room full of bloody skulls will shut you up.

Angst!Boyfriend!Sukuna—"Woman." He angerily calls out before stomping to the room you kicked you in and made you stay locked up. He opens the door to see you, upset and fuming yet scared and sad. The sight almost hurts him. He'll bend down, scoop your small frame up into his four arms, one hand holding your rear end and the other one stroking your hair, the other two bear hugging you. "Forgive me..." He gives you the best apology he can. Only to go back and do the same thing again.

Smut!Boyfriend!Sukuna who is a bitch in bed. If you think he's toxic when he's in public or chilling, wait until he unleashes hell on you with two cocks.

Smut!Boyfriend!Sukuna who won't pathetically masturbate for you. He'll call your ass near him, legs spread wide open and his dicks already wet from his own pre as he smears it on the tips. He waits before motioning you to come with a coy smirk. "Ride." Is all he has to say and all he will say.

Smut!Boyfriend!Sukuna who most definitely will take advantage of his ability to spawn mouths anywhere and using is four arms to its fullest ability. When fucking your from behind? A hand will slide under, palming your pussy before a tongue lashes onto your clit and desperately sucks orgasms out of you.

Smut!Boyfriend!Sukuna doesn't waste any time as soon as he is inside you. You can already feel mouth forming on his dick and licking your walls. You have never felt anything like this, virgin or not. With every fast and steady pump of dick, tongues run wild and lick along your clenching cunt.

Smut!Boyfriend!Sukuna or the simple act of a pair of hands holding your waist to help you hop on his dick and the other two gripping your tits. He loves when they bounce. Yet, with your back facing to him or not, he pinches your nipples and hold them so when they bounce up and down doesn't hurt so much. Because he has you trained like a good whore to ride him hard and nice or else your ass will be bruised and red.

Smut!Boyfriend!Sukuna who loves to use his size and two cocks to intimidate your small cunnie and body. He find how your hole is basically begging to be stuffed yet your dumb little mouth won't stop talking and saying that he's too big funny. When once he fingers the mess out of you, at least half of his cock could fit in.

Smut!Boyfriend!Sukuna who sits on his thrown and thinks if he should edge you or overstimulate you today.

Smut!Boyfriend!Sukuna seeing you beg for his cock inside—the same one that you complained was too big—with dewy eyes clouded with lust and needy, rubbing your clit right in front of him, humiliating yourself for some dick. Makes him go feral.

Smut!Boyfriend!Sukuna or the misunderstood bubbles coming from you as you actually try to run away from his dicks, yet when he has you in a mating press with both your gaping holes right there, full of cum and cock, he ain't stopping. He watches with a smile at your tear stained face, glossy and kissed bruised lips quivering with every desperate cry of his name. Why have two holes in the same area when he can't stuff them? It feels so surreal for you—one of his dicks twitching to orgasm as the other isn't even used enough and pumping you like he hates you.

Smut!Boyfriend!Sukuna who buys (or steals) all of the hardcore lingerie are bondage toys just to use them till they break or ripping the clothes right off of you. When you sit in his throne, red silk robes and a lace bra just below your nipples, watching you touch yourself through the shear laced panties that were soaked, makes him wanna kiss down your small dainty, delicate legs. And he kneels down you legs, in between before his teeth shread the pretty clothing. You're the only woman he'll ever get on his knees for. For that pussy.

Smut!Boyfriend!Sukuna who loves to have sex in public. If anyone happens to see, it's not like he can't just kill them on sight. But he enjoys watching you squirm and desperately trying to push his large body away from your small one. He loves when people start getting suspicious when they hear wet squelching sounds. Not only does he have to cup his hand over your mouth to shut you up, but now he has to deal with a sobbing pussy all over his dick.

Smut!Boyfriend!Sukuna he keeps telling you to keep it down, shoving you into deep and bruising kisses. With the way you moan like you're taking five guys at once, it's like you wanna get caught.

Smut!Boyfriend!Sukuna who will never admit it, but you can tell just by the way he acts, he is pussy whipped. He just loves the way his inhumanly large and thick cock glides and disappears inside that tiny hole and reappear, covered in your arousal and slick. Or the first person up close view of your throbbing clit, waiting for his tongue.

Smut!Boyfriend!Sukuna who takes a hit in spanking you. Not even with his hands. With a belt, or maybe with a whip, paddle. He'll give you a good 10 licks before finally giving you a break. Sometimes, he doesn't as a punishment. Making you count and leaving you in tears.

Smut!Boyfriend!Sukuna he leaves you ass red and stinging. He'll be as nice as to run up and down on your ass and add cream, cooing and telling you how good you counted. Or if you miscounted the amount, he'll end up giving you some more, with his hands or fucking you even more brain dumb.

Who wants a fic of this, fluff, angst, or smut?

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@kaizynofsickness

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[diooonna]

I don't know if you accept applications but Luke Castellan jealous that ends in smut , I fantasize thanks to you.

LUKE CASTELLAN, LIKE THIS.

cw: jealous!luke, exes, obsessed, SWEARING, masturbation (f receiving)

a/n: of course i do! this is sorta kinda outta character but u see the vision?? also i cut this short because my brain started blanking.. if u want a part 2, js ask

nsfw ahead !

“she doesn’t even like him,” luke scoffed at your attempts to romance a counselor, doing all the things you’d tried on him. 

in reality, he was jealous. he’d been your ex for years before this, always standing on the sidelines each time you found a new guy. he rolled his eyes while nico said nothing. 

this was the least jealous part of him. you’d talked your friends' ears off about this new counselor, describing him in a way that made luke roll his eyes. he eavesdropped often. he’d followed you consistently, playing it off each time your eyes narrowed on him. “do you even like him? he’s not your type.” he stood behind you, feet planted. 

he tried to reason with you, making it clear he wasn’t fond of your sudden relationship. you walk away from him each time, telling him off with a few expletives. 

he fisted his cock furiously every night, sneaking out or sitting in the bathroom while you were with your new guy. he bucked his hips into his tight fist, visualizing your lips wrapped around his cockhead. 

he’d got you to his cabin finally, making sure nobody was around. especially “him.” he hugged you tight and relished in your scent. “missed you. stay here.” he begged you to stay with him often, enjoying your company. “can’t. gotta stay with my sister, luke.” you moved his hands away from your body, you weren't that easy. especially not for luke.

“you’re lying. you’ll go sneak off to the lake with the fuckin’ counselor, you know it.” he caught your wrist in his grip. “c’mon, stay with me,” eyes looking desperate as he looked down at you, grip tightening, you jerked your arm back in an attempt to free yourself before he says, “don’t be like that, i know you wanna stay.” his free hand trailed up your back slowly. crawling and creeping. 

“..maybe i could. she’ll – she’ll be fine.” you gave into him. his words perforating every voice in your head telling yourself you shouldn’t. “good, good,” he whispered softly into your ear, stooping to your ear. “movie?” 

you sat on his bed watching the movie he’d picked, a horror movie with terrible. his voice came from the bathroom, “you don’t even like him,” picking his feet up to walk to the bed, “what’s he got that i don’t?” standing firm between your legs, hunching to your face, hands resting on each of your thighs. 

your faces were inches apart, your breath hitched onto his face. you wanted to speak, but no words could explain how you felt, your tongue nervously running over your top lip.

he rose and brought his rough hand to your chin. he cradled it with such carefulness while his thumb ran over your lip. 

when he speaks now, his voice has an edge of menace, “mine, you know it. you’re my girl.” he was jealous. this did it, this finally let you know that he missed you. that he was obsessed.

his fingers curved around his bulge while you looked up at him with the same eyes that got him roped in. you stood to your feet, still being towered over him, speechless but managed to blurt out two words, “show me.” 

luke doesn’t hesitate. he leans in and grabs the back of your head, planting his lips on yours and pressing his body against yours. the kiss is aggressive and forceful, and his grip on the back of your head is tight. he’s clearly taking all his anger out on you in this kiss.

you try to keep up with his lips and hands roaming all over your body, practically stumbling while he pushes you into the wall. 

big hands fall straight to your hips, rubbing and pawing at them like a desperate animal. he pulls away for a split second, “fuck some sense into you, ‘kay?” 

you attempt to pull back, but he doesn’t let you pull away. he pulls you back to him relentlessly and keeps kissing you, this time even more aggressively. what was making him like this? so needy, so mean.

you lie on his chest while he begins to sloppily run his fingers over your cunt. he moves faster with each whine from your lips, taken over by anger and lust. “be quiet, gonna get us caught.” he whispered into your ear when you mewled too loud. 

his fingers move quickly on your clit, making you buck your hips into his hand helplessly. his forearm resting on your stomach pushes your body back down, the other hand freely digging its nail into your hips. “stop.” he grunted blatantly. 

you thrashed and moaned each time he played with your cunt, fingers moving back and forth as he dug his fingers deeply into your sides. his cock bucked up against your ass, twitching when you cried his name out or begged him to go faster, “can’t make you feel l-like this, huh?”

“that’s it, let go.” his breathing becomes ragged as he feels you starting to lose control. “feels good, real good. fu–uck.” he leans down slightly, his chest pressing against your back and hips grinding against yours.

you love his touch, begging for it again and again, “keep going, please.” tears fall from your eyes when you feel yourself about to cum. he continues his relentless assault on your senses, his fingers finding new ways to stimulate your sensitive spots through your underwear. “can’t make you cum, yeah?”

“cumming, gonna cum.” you taper off. you’re so dazed by his voice and touch that you barely even know what you’re saying. “give in to it, you’re doing so well,” his voice now laced with pure lust as he feels your body trembling and bucking in response to his touch. 

“i’ve got you, cum for me,” his soft side slowly seeping out, “let it wash over you.” he maintains a soothing tone, guiding you through your climax.

“cummin’..” you thrash and groan out, “give in,” he whispers encouragement as you climax, his body tensing as well in sync with yours, his erection throbbing and leaking pre-cum.

your legs shook before luke wrapped his arms around you, not in a comforting way. in a way that made you realize you're his again, pulling you closer to his chest.

“he can’t make you cum like that.”

it took everything in him not to fuck you right then and there.

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[aajxs]

friendship bracelets for them , jjk

synopsis - the one where you make friendship bracelets for your favorite jjk characters.

pairings - various!jjk x reader

contents - literally fluff that's it, maybe ooc idfk

w/c - ???

a/n - got this idea randomly and didn't know who all to add but I thought it was cute so enjoy this lil post. (fyi this can be seen as platonic or romantic, I didn't write it in a specific manner!!!)

masterlist .

SATORU GOJO was confused (but compliant) when you randomly walked up to him and asked to measure his wrist. when you're done taking your measurements you walk away as if nothing happened and he's sat there wondering what the hell you were gonna do with his wrist measurements.

when you walk up to him around a week later with something clenched in your fist and a nervous look on your face, satoru asks what's wrong and you show him the cute little white and blue braided rope bracelet you had made for him. at first he doesn't know what to do because he's never received a gift like this before, but when he notices the bracelet on your wrist that looks almost the exact same as his, just different colors, he realizes what you were giving him.

"do you not like it?" you ask, closely watching his expression as he examines the object in your hands. when he hears your words he almost immediately snatches the bracelet from your palm and fastens it to his wrist, "actually, I love it, why wouldn't I?" he responds, holding up his wrist to look at the new accessory. "well, I-" you begin, but he cuts you off by pressing a finger to your lips, "that was a rhetorical question." he brightly says as he walks away, still looking at the bracelet.

needless to say, he loves it to death and shows it off to everyone, but if anyone dares to touch it he will not hesitate to smack their hand away in the harshest way possible.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO doesn't question it when you ask him to hold out his wrist so you can measure it. he's friends with plenty of weirdos and they do random stuff all the time, so when you do this he just simply holds out his wrist and let's you take your measurements.

when you come up to him some time after that with your hands behind your back, he wants to question what you did this time, but stops himself when you grab his hand and place a red, white, and black braided rope bracelet in the middle of his palm. he gives you a look, then stares at the bracelet. "what's this for?" he asks as he glances at it with a surprised look.

"it's a friendship bracelet, I have one too." You reply nervously, holding out your wrist for him to see. your bracelet is exactly like his with different colors, and he watches closely as you tie it neatly on his wrist. he examines it for a few moments before mumbling a quiet 'thank you.'

even though he doesn't show it often, he loves the gift a lot. he doesn't usually have it on during missions because he's scared to ruin your precious gift, but when he's not getting roughed up on a mission it never comes off.

YUUJI ITADORI gives you a weird look before muttering a small 'sure thing' when you ask to measure his wrist. you walk away with a small thank you and he wonders what you could possibly be doing with the size of his wrist.

when you approach him a week later with a small smile on your face and your hand in a fist he genuinely wonders if you're about to punch him, but his fear is quickly dismissed when you hand him a red, blue, and pink braided rope bracelet that he ties onto his wrist almost right away. he is so happy when he sees that you're wearing one that's nearly the same as his own, and realizes that this is a friendship bracelet.

the smile on his face grows wider and he throws an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into a side hug as he examines the bracelet. he happily thanks you and tells you that he loves it a lot and that he's flattered you would gift him something like that.

he absolutely loves the bracelet and would hate to damage it, so he only wears it when he isn't on missions. he shows it off constantly, and flexes to everyone that you made this for him.

NOBARA KUGISAKI knows exactly what you're doing as soon as you ask for a wrist measurement because she makes bracelets all the time and nobody would just randomly ask that if making a bracelet wasn't what they were doing.

she doesn't say anything about it though, and waits until you gift it to her to act extremely surprised. yes, she's very thankful for your gift and absolutely loves the girly pink, yellow, and blue rope bracelet you handed her.

when she notices that you have a similar bracelet on your wrist, she almost immediately grabs yours and puts them side by side, the smile on her face growing so much it practically reaches ear to ear.

she's extremely thankful that you would go out of your way to make a friendship bracelet just for her and can't wait to tell everyone how much she loves her new accessory. in other words, she loves it and it never comes off unless she's on a mission.

MAKI ZENIN is giving you a weird look as you measure her wrist, not even questioning what you were doing and continuing her conversation with panda.

when you approach maki with a bracelet in your hand a couple days later, she realizes what you needed her wrist measurements for. "the hell's this?" she asks as you fasten the yellow, green, and purple rope bracelet onto her wrist.

"do you not like it?" you ask, ready to sadly take the bracelet back if she doesn't, "no I fucking hate it- of course I like it dummy." she sarcastically replies as she examines her wrist and then yours, noticing the similar bracelet tied around your wrist, and suddenly the bracelet means so much more to her.

maki absolutely loves the bracelet and it never comes off. not when she's in battle, not when she's asleep, not when she showers, never. if anyone even tries to touch it they're either on the ground in seconds or getting nastily glared at.

TOGE INUMAKI raises a brow when you ask to measure his wrist, but ultimately hands you his arm so you can take your measurements. doesn't question you as you give him a small thanks before walking away (as if he really can LMFAO)

toge is a bit surprised when you walk up to him with a tricolor bracelet some days after that, but when you put the bracelet on his wrist it clicks in his head what this is, a friendship bracelet!

he notices that you have a similar one on your own wrist and suddenly he's happy that his uniform covers half his face or else you'd be able to see the pinkish tint on his face. nobody has ever done something so simple yet sweet for him before and he's very happy.

to say the least, inumaki cherishes the bracelet as if it's not an inanimate object. because he doesn't actually fight most of the time, the bracelet never comes off, but when he has to go on a mission and physically fight he takes it off because he doesn't want to break it.

YUUTA OKKOTSU is confused and slightly nervous when you ask to measure his wrist, asking why you needed to. you gave him an unknown look before taking your measurements and walking off without another word.

when you return to him around a week later with a bracelet in hand, he realizes why you needed his wrist measurements. "what's this for..?" he asks as he examines the black, white and purple bracelet. "uh, it's a friendship bracelet. you don't have to take it if you don't want to!" you respond, unknowingly toying with your own bracelet out of nervousness.

yuuta softly grips your hand to examine your own bracelet, and realizes the similarities between the two. a smile appears on his face and he happily thanks you. "why purple, though?" he asks, a sweet smile still on his face, "I just thought it suited you." you smile back.

he adores you and the bracelet, and it's not often that he receives gifts so he automatically cherishes the bracelet. it never comes off and he's careful not to damage it when fighting, and if anyone tries to touch it he simply explains that it's special to him and if it breaks there will be consequences.

CHOSO KAMO gives you an unintelligible look when you ask to measure his wrist, but let's you do it anyway. he examines his wrist when you walk away, making sure you didn't place something on his hand, before returning to whatever he was doing before you approached.

when you nervously return to him with a dark purple and black braided bracelet, he resists the urge to grin at your nervousness. he is a man of few words, and ultimately surprises you when he lets out a loud and clear "thank you," before putting on the bracelet. although he's confused as to why you gave it to him, he examines it with care and appreciates it anyways.

choso doesn't show it, but he appreciates the bracelet a lot and it never comes off. if it's not on his wrist, it's in his pocket. if anyone dares to touch it, there will be problems.

© AAJXS

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE PARK BUM JAE (JACE PARK) HEADCANONS

Another one I simp for. Lookism sure doesn't run out of characters to simp for lol

He's another cinnamon roll at heart but with hidden anger, dangerous anger when someone dares to mess with you. As a yandere he would be too over protective, clingy, obsessive and possessive. He literally had a tracking app on his phone to detect the location of his friend Vasco, you think he won't do the same with you? Think again sweetie, this boy here promised to protect you with his very life and soul ever since he laid his eyes on you and it doesn't matter if you both are going out either. He's always your shadow, your protective shadow

As the second head of the Burn Knuckles crew, he's rational and level headed and strives to protect the ones being picked on since that is their motto after all. However he spots you trying to defend little Daniel getting picked on by Logan as usual and he's worried that moron Logan would do something to hurt you. He sees red when Logan leers at you unpleasantly and starts making all sorts of lewd inappropriate comments towards you and your body and he grits his teeth. He strides over and puts a firm hand on Logan's shoulder and asks him to get lost before he ends up with his bones broken. Of course, Logan refuses and when he tries to pull you close to him, that's when Jace loses his patience and ends up kicking his ankle. Logan quickly grits his teeth and is about to punch Jay when he grabs his fist and stared at him with a cold expression before he punched him in the jaw and chest a few times before he got knocked out cold

He usually doesn't resort to violence on school grounds but something about you being in danger just didn't sit right with him. You thanked him with that cute soft shy smile of yours and he felt his heart do a somersault. He swore he felt his heart stop beating the second you held his hands and he became flustered and it was clear he was getting embarrassed and flustered because his ears were getting quite red. He could literally hear wedding bells ringing in his ears and his mind started wandering with all sorts of possibilities of you both getting married

It doesn't matter what major you're in. He'll find out your information one way or another and will get to know everything about you. He promised himself not to fall in love since he feels like he's already married to the Burn Knuckles lol, but whenever he looks at you he just can't help it. You're such a pure little thing in this world filled with toxicity. With the sort of nonsense he has to endure and go through on a daily basis, you're a breath of fresh air for him. He loves every single little gesture you do and all of your features, there are no imperfections in his eyes when it comes to you. He adores the way your face scrunches up in concentration whenever you're concentrating on something, he adores the way your hair strands fall gently into your face and would do anything to be the one to push those hair strands behind your ears and caress your soft cheek

He starts dreaming about you quite often and his mind is occupied with thoughts of you more than he'd like to admit. He feels like he's been blessed by the gods themselves whenever you talk to him and likes talking to you. You'll be the only one apart from Vasco to get to touch his ears and when you do, he'll get all shy and flustered about it which is rather endearing. He might look slightly intimidating at times but he has a soft heart as well and needs some love too

His obsession for you will start when he feels like you're drifting away from him or when he feels like you're in danger from something. He'll always know your location and will personally ensure he's around you at all times, with or without your knowledge at times. What? It's not called stalking if he's simply protecting the one he loves. Of course the other members of the crew will get to know his obsessive feelings for you and instead of calling him out for them they'll just encourage him to pursue you since they're family after all and will do whatever it takes to get him to be with you. Vasco would be quite thrilled that his best friend finally found a special person in his life and as he sheds a manly tear, he'll promise to ensure that you end up with Jace and will have a very protective Burn Knuckles crew looking out for you

He's already gotten hurt plenty of times before which is why he does his best to protect you from all the nonsense happening outside school. He wants you to be in the dark regarding all the gang and crew stuff going on behind the scenes, he doesn't want you getting involved in such messes that could possibly endanger your life. But he also likes it when you patch him up after a fight. He'll feel slightly guilty for putting you under such stress and feels like he's burdening you with his problems but you'll help him anyway. He's really thankful and glad you're in his life and would do anything to make sure you stay in it. His heart melts at your soft comforting touch and the way you gently chide him like a worried parent for their child, it takes immense amount of self control from his side for him to hold you in his arms and just pepper your face in kisses

He wouldn't do anything drastic like kidnapping you or anything but if he senses other people trying to take you away from him, he'll slightly and cleverly isolate you from them by subtle threats towards them. He trusts you with all his heart, it's THEM he doesn't trust. He doesn't want others corrupting your personality and taking advantage of you. He's worried of someone taking advantage of you one fine day which is why he's always with you. You can still hang out with your friends, provided you tell him where you're going, who you're with and after he refers to his files regarding their biodata that would put even the best of the best FBI agents to shame with his detective skills

He's usually calm and logical and rational. But don't mistaken his calmness for his weakness, when someone tries to hurt you or put your life in danger that's when the switch in his personality flips and he will not hesitate to beat that moron who dared to hurt you to a pulp. He doesn't mind getting hurt or beaten up in the process, his only thought is to protect you and will not let you interfere since it might be dangerous for you and you might get hurt which is the last thing he wants. He'll probably send them to the hospital with a few broken bones at best

He might be shy with physical intimacy in public but in private, he likes cuddling with you and holding you in his arms. It gives him a sense of satisfaction and a feeling like he's protecting you from something. You're always welcome to hang out at the Cafe he works at and will get annoyed his coworkers trying to hit on you till he pulls them aside for a 'friendly' chat with an iron grip on their shoulders

The thing is he KNOWS he's being possessive over you but frankly he doesn't really care. He sees it as a way of protecting you and keeping you safe. You're safety is something he will not compromise on no matter what. If you call him out on it he'll accept it and just say it's for your own good. Please don't try to leave him, his heart won't be able to take it and he'll feel quite broken inside

Overall, a good yandere to have and a nightmare for anyone who hurts you

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[bowieandqueen11]

Just Don’t / Joel Miller Imagine

Request: Could you do one of Joel patching someone up and then him admitting his feelings because of how protective he is? 🖤🖤

Ahhh I’m living for all these Joel requests, thank you @knights-of-the-moon! :)

Also I’m going to have to start asking people if they want it written for show!Joel or for game!Joel lmao

Again, if you enjoy please comment and let me know!! These take me quite a while to write so I love to know what you think

Warning: mentions of death/ mentions of fighting infected/ some strong language/ kissing/ mentions of injuries and blood!

(I do not own The Last of Us or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @manny-jacinto.)

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Joel Miller could still feel his heart pounding and clawing its way out through his head. One more throb and he would tear it out himself and throw it at your feet, if he had to infer one more jot of indifference on your stoic face.

He had meant it to be an easy run; Bill had radioed in at dawn with Depeche Mode’s ‘Personal Jesus’, a sure fire sign that there would be new stash at their drop off zone just past the city limits. What he hadn’t expected, which he shook his head and chided himself for now - no, what he had stupidly overlooked was the number of survivors still straggling around the bombed downtown areas. People so terrified they were willing to bet their whole life away just for a shot to be smuggled into the zone he had spent most days of the last ten years running away from. People so hopeless, so tired, that they were willing to crawl under the dankest, spore filled depths of the underground just for a shot of the life Joel Miller couldn’t bare to live.

When the two of you had opened up the final hatch to drop down into the tunnel line running underneath the crumbling banks on the outer rim of the wall, he had chosen to believe that his intel had been right. That a few fellow smugglers and ignorantly curious miscreants, those still lucky enough to be left with the chance to sit around all day smoking and playing cards in the break room, had used the route earlier that night to find their own stashes. Instead, the two of you were greeted with around eight pairs of bloodshot eyes revolving towards you as soon as your feet hit the floor, like bloodhounds finally honing in on their prey. Some of the infected bodies were still clutching belongings: the handle of a suitcase ripped from its trunk, as well as half the man’s fingers. The sprouting stomach of a teddy bear in a woman’s clenched fist, standing amidst a spilled array of children’s clothes, but with no child in sight. 

Joel’s stomach churned at the sight. 

The blur of your flashlight blinded his eyes, and he raised a hand to shield himself from the memories. The blood on the woman’s hands. The blood on his hands. Her moans that sounded so similar to cries. Cries he had heard so often before; cries he heard echoing every night in his dreams. The thunderous screech of clickers that pounded down and shook dirt from the walls hardly seemed to phase him, you realised with great alarm. Even when the first footstep started pounding towards the two of you, gnashing teeth broken open only by moaning screeches, Joel’s eyes only widened.

He was too far gone, and you only had a second to act. His hand was already reaching up and round the side of his backpack for his plank of wood, a fury lining his face as quickly as a bullet shot as you realised he was preparing to fight them all of. 

Joel Miller couldn’t lose you. Lose his heart away again. He was going to take down every last one of them, if it meant protecting you. Or he was going to die trying. Either way, he was content with the outcome.

He squared one runner straight in the mouth with his fist, barely even turning his torso to latch onto the jaw of a second one swinging towards him and hurled it down to the floor. Without a second thought, you grabbed onto his wrist, wincing as you felt the cold metal of his broken watch dig into your palm. ‘Not here, not here’, you kept repeating to yourself like a mantra as you tried to drag the ox-like man back towards the light of the hatch. With some sudden burst of adrenaline, you managed to claw Joel’s bicep and hurl him towards the ladder, pushing the bottom of his ass back up. You turned to thwack the infected woman who was currently using her fingernails to try and tear off the meat of your arm, sending her flying back into a murky puddle behind her, one that threw up a newly fresh cloud of spores upon entry. Joel wasted no time. He slid back up over the plank, rolling onto his belly and immediately reaching his forearm back down into the bleak darkness to seek you out. Before your fumbling fingers could even crash further up his arm that his wrist, he had completely encircled your own with his fingers and tugged you up after him. With a final kick in the face to the runner who was trying to latch onto the bottom of your jeans, you collapsed down onto the sprouting tiles beside Joel and tried to catch your breath.

Lying there beside you, it was the first time you had ever seen Joel shake. You could tell it wasn’t just the adrenaline, and he knew it too. With his elbow resting flatly against yours, his breath shook deeply into his core, sending his whole body trembling with shockwaves. It took a few seconds for his eyes to unglaze. For him to realise the severity of what had happened. For what he had done. For what he was willing to do. 

The whole walk back to the wall, even despite the treacherous rain that pounded over his vigilant eyes, Joel looked even more miserable than usual. He could barely even look at you, barely responding in grunts anytime you tried to lighten the air with your usual banterous back and forth conversation. He just kept fiddling with the crown of his watch, or running his fingers over the strap, as if he had forgotten for so long that it was there, and now it was burning his skin to keep it on. Even though the rest of him was stark, impassive, his fingers trembled the whole way, until you pushed the bookcase back over the hole into the common room wall.

Once again, Joel Miller had made stupid choices. And once again, the person Joel Miller loved with his whole heart had nearly paid the price for it.

Damn stubborn man. He couldn’t just be forthright in his feelings for once; no, Joel Miller was going to perch himself on the windowsill, fold his arms, gaze out at the new FEDRA truck crossing the border, and brood until the cows came home. After a moment of silence, of standing in the doorway to your shared apartment with your hands on your hips and staring at the back of his head, you sigh and slam the door shut. Throwing your backpack onto the kitchen counter, you groan as you finally begin to feel the sting of the finger slices that lined your cheek. Pulling your finger away, you sigh even harder to find sprinkles of fresh blood staining your pads.

‘That was too close. That was too damn close.’

Joel uncrosses his arms, bored with the usual trundle of military past the door, and just now realising how much his bloodied fists hurt.

‘Well, as usual, we made it out in one piece.’ You squat down and reach under the sink cabinet for the dusty half-used bottle of alcohol. ‘Shame about the stash, but we can just give Bill a heads’ up tomorrow and find another way around.’ You walk over to the dining room table, peering through the littering of magazines, melted wax and empty cans to try and pick out the least mouldy piece of cloth you could. 

‘Don’t - just don’t, please. Don’t make excuses.’

You pace over to the edge of the sofa, the side closest to where Joel is currently holding his arms straight out in front of him, clenching and unclenching his fists until he could see the veins on the back of his hand pop out. 

‘It’s not an excuse if it’s pure fact. We did make it back. Again.’

When he finally turns to glance over at you with his stunningly annoyed expression, it softens just a smidge when you shake the bottle of alcohol at him.

Even in his torment, he obliges at once. Positioning yourself on the edge of the couch, Joel takes the make-shift med-kit out of your hands and begins to pour some of the liquid out onto the cloth.

‘This time. Luck. That was what we had Y/n. Pure blind dumb luck, and if we don’t watch our asses it is going to run out.’ Despite how tenderly his fingers dab at the side of your cheek, how gentle his strokes are as he swipes the lines of dripping blood away from your chin, the words seethe out from his serpentine tongue. 

‘God damn it Joel!’ You push the rag away and stare harshly into his eyes. ‘We’re doing perfectly well so far. We’re professionals Joel - professionals. Nothing has happened, and nothing is going to happen as long as we keep our wits about us.’ You slap your hand down on the cushion, your chest heaving with the weight of everything you had been bottling up since the encounter: the guilt, the fear, the annoyance that no matter what you say, no matter what words you find, they would never be enough. Never be enough to make him believe you. To console him. To take away some of the pain that had anchored in his heart long ago and had been left by the rest of the world to fester there. By god, if you couldn’t just take on some of his suffering for him. But every time you tried, he seemed to just immediately shut down, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

You had to know why he kept doing this. Why he was here. Why he stayed, if every step with you seemed to cause him pain.

‘Why can’t that be enough for you?’

He scoffs, holding his arms out by his side and taking a step back as if you had just squarely slapped him across the jaw.

‘Enough? Enough? Goddamned Y/n, every time we go across that border I spend every second of my time worrying if it’s the last time you will, and you want me to be thankful about it?’

He throws the bottle and rag down onto the coffee table and turns his back to you, the smoke pouring out of his ears and ragged breath harsh enough to send the clouds thundering. With hands on hips, he stares at the floor and tries not to notice the coppery smell of blood that litters the apartment. All the scent reminds him of is death. Not life.

‘Well why do you spend your time worrying, huh? Why do you do it?’ You storm up to stand behind him, holding your arms up and trying to meet his eye as he keeps twisting away from you furiously. ‘If I don’t come back, it’s just one more smuggler off the street. Who cares, huh - you think FEDRA-’

‘I care goddamnit!’

He swirls around to you, face a tempest of utter heartbreak and raging suffering; his eyes are wide, bleeding agony as he points his finger at you. For a moment, you’re frozen in shock; your mouth is agape in confused ache as you take a second to try and let the shock of his words overcome you. He swallows thickly, eyebrows still furrowed and chest heaving so heartily that one more inch forward and it would have knocked straight against yours with each inhale. 

‘Oh, screw this.’

The first thing you feel is the bridge of his nose squashed against your cheek. Then its the callouses on his fingertips as they spread out over the sides of your face, his surprisingly sentimental hands gently holding your head in place. Then it was the way the air seemed unable to gush its way into your lungs, met by the resistance of something wet and soft against your tongue. Then it was the fact those full, chapped lips were latched entirely onto yours, pulling every whisper of a thought out of your mind and driving you near crazy with the realisation. 

You did the only thing you could even muster to think of. You kissed him back. Heartily. 

When you finally manage to open your lips and swallow his again, the feeling of his pliancy, his caged desperation is euphoric. Your fingertips to come up to sweetly scratch against the edges of his stubble despite the circumstances, his elbows now bracketing the rest of your body in place as close to him as humanly possible before he pulls back to look down at you.

‘Please just- just don’t leave me Y/n. Just don’t leave me.’ He’s breathless, his hands running hurriedly up and down your spine as he looked at you as if the whole world was revolving in your eyes.

‘Now where did you get the damn impression that I was going to do that?’, you ask with a smirk, bumping the front of your nose against his own. He bows back, steadying the two of you against his torso. 

For the first time since before Sarah’s death, Joel now openly holds the person he loves most in the world in his arms, and he smiles.

#the last of us #joel miller #tlou #joel miller imagine #pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #the last of us imagine #tlou imagine #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #joel tlou #joel the last of us #joel tlou imagine #joel the last of us imagine #x reader

[arvensimp]

Why do I see Arven as being a vocal lover? 😍 He has the most beautiful moans, deep and sexy, but getting a needy, high-pitched whine from him is also something to die for. If that man ever tried to keep quiet because he thought the sounds he made were embarrassing? Oh my God, I would not be responsible for the crimes I'd go and commit. But once he realises that you like love hearing the all the sinful noises you're drawing from him, he wouldn't hold himself back anymore.

It's always been a weird thing for me that pokemon games don't have voice acting because on one end I think they'd benefit from it, but on the other, we get to imagine what we'd like these characters to sound like for ourselves. I've been having a long, hard think about our guy here for a while and what sort of voice he has. I hope you like this?

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Vocal Lover

Nsfw, Arven x reader

No gendered pronouns used. Oral (male receiving) and penetrative sex (reader receiving)

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Even after all these years, Arven still speaks like someone who spent the vast majority his childhood quietly. Who did he have to talk to but his dog?

Sure, once he enrolled in the academy he had classes, classmates, and teachers, so he was forced to make further use of it, but... It's fairly easy to coast by in classes without talking much.

As a result, Arven speaks with a near constant bit of huskiness in his voice, almost as if he wants to speak in a more hushed tone, or as if it isn't quite used to being used.

He doesn't often raise his voice unless he's particularly worked up about something.

This same demeanor follows him into the bedroom with you. Truth be told, it's a little frustrating not to have that auditory feedback from him.

The first few times you blow him, you only manage to pull a few whimpers from him, which is, of course, very hot, but you know you can do better.

The next time you go down on him, as you sit between his knees, looking up at him through your lashes, his hard cock in your fist, you tell him. "I want you to talk me through this, this time, okay?"

Arven nods, his eyes closed and brow furrowed in pleasurable anticipation as you drag your hand up and down his length.

"Nuh-uh... I want you to tell me. Use your words, baby."

"O-oh....Ok-kay..." He nods again.

"Good boy," You reply before taking his tip into your mouth.

Arven gasps and bites his lip to muffle a soft groan, and you release him.

"Don't bite back your sounds. Let me hear them. Can you do that? Use your words."

Arven groans at the loss of your warm, wet mouth. "Y-yeah. I'll try."

This time when you take his tip into your mouth, you drag him in just a bit deeper, pressing your tongue along the underseam of his cock. You feel the muscles in Arven's abdomen twitch as he groans, throaty and low.

"O-oh God... That's good..."

You hum around him, pleased. As you slowly start to take him deeper into your mouth as best you can, his hand finds its way to the top of your head, fingers threading into your hair but not applying any pressure.

"That f-eels r-really nice..." He moans this time, drawing out the vowel of the last word with a husky grovel. The pitch of it quivers a bit in time with spasms that you feel in his cock and inner thighs. You take one hand and rub soothing circles along the muscles there.

You bob your head a few times along what you can easily reach of his cock, trying to lube it up as best you can with saliva for the time being, so your other hand is free to stroke the remainder of it from the base. When you pop your mouth off of him, Arven gasps, pitchy and whiny.

"Ready for a ride?"

"Y-yes please..."

Without leaving his side, you grab a proper lubricant from the bedside drawer and be sure to get him properly coated in it before sliding up to hover above him. You'd already well prepped yourself for this next bit.

"Tell me what you want."

Arven looks down, blushing. "I...I-I..."

You gently take hold of his cheeks and chin in one of your hands and tilt his face to you. He's such a delicious red, you want to eat him up.

"Your words?"

"Ride me, please?" He asks softly. Beneath you, his hips grind against nothing, futilely trying to bump against yours.

"Good boy." You reply, leaning in to press a kiss just below his jaw. At the same time you use your other hand to position yourself to sink down fully on him in one slow, smooth motion.

Arven chokes on air, his sounds only coming halfway before getting trapped in his throat. Only when you're fully seated around him does he drop his head into your shoulder and murmur a reverent "Tight...S-s-so good..."

You slowly drag your hips forward, drawing out another breathy moan from him. This one starts low in his belly but as you reach the apex of the motion and snap back, he cuts off in a delighted whimper.

"Want me to fuck you like this?"

"M-mhmmmm!" He nods against your shoulder, and you stop moving entirely.

"I'm sorry, but that wasn't a word. Care to try again?"

Arven gives a frustrated cry beneath you. "Y-yes! Please!" He draws it out with a moan. "Please ride me, I need it, please!"

"That's what I wanna hear," You reply, resuming the motions at a bit of a harsher pace.

Arven's head lolls back, and he gives an unabashed open mouthed moan of delight. It's breathy and husky and needy and wonderful. You can feel yourself tighten around him at the sound of it, then you feel his reaction to that as his cock twitches within you.

"C-close...."

"Yeah? Wanna cum for me?"

"Y-yeah..." And he sounds so adorably needy and enamoured and fuck drunk.

"Just tell me what you need. 'Kay?"

"C-can...can..." He whines, "Can I cum inside?"

"You can cum wherever you like, my love." You reply with another kiss to his jaw.

Arven then grabs your hips as you continue fucking him and steadies himself a bit, applying just a bit of pressure as he stills beneath you with a wanton moan. You continue rolling your hips just slightly against him through his orgasm and its aftershocks, enjoying his quivering as you purposefully squeeze around his softening cock before you pull him out of you.

You sigh as you roll over onto your back to lay next to him.

"Haaa.... Okay... Now that I've heard you make those noises... I'm gonna need way more..."

Arven hides his blush behind a pillow.

#arven fanfic #arven x reader

[dior-and-dietcoke]

Hello babe <3

First of all, I 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄-

Second of all I wanted to ask if your interested into doing another bimbo!reader fix cuz their my favs with Tokyo revenges ofc. But like this bimbo!reader is like shy and they easily fall in love with anyone who gives them the slightest affection.

Thanks, have a wonderful day lovely <33

First of all I APRICIATE THAT SO MUCH AAAH<33

and second, shy bimbo!reader is such a fav of mine im so glad you requested it omg

DRAKEN, KAZUTORA, MITSUYA, SANZU

18+, fluff, pretty short, dubcon, oral, rough, implied public sex, fingering, bathroom sex, praise, petnames, implied gangbang, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

DRAKEN

You worked with ken in his bike shop and he was always so nice to you! So you developed a little..okay, huge crush on him..and you noticed that Draken has been staring at you lately so one thing led to another and you were on your knees behind the counter, sucking darkens huge cock with his big hands in your hair as you messily drooled on his dick "fuck, you're fucking good at this.." that compliment makes you smile so you pulled his cock out of your mouth to slide the sticky tip over your lips before kissing it. Making the tall man bite down on his fist while groaning "so fucking good—such a good fucking girl.." Ken mumbled. You looked up at ken through your falsies and moaned around his cock making Draken throw his head back and suddenly pull you back off his cock with his hand in your hair. "Bend over that desk...now." he huffed and you obeyed and arched your back, sticking your ass out for him. Ken got behind you and lifted your skirt to grab and admire your soft ass "shit.. I knew it was soft.." he smirked and grabbed your chin to make you look up at him for him to immediately slip his tongue into your mouth while ken started to slide your panties to the side "been wantin' to do this for ages now..fuck..you better get ready cause I won't be able to stop once I start, baby.."

KAZUTORA

You work at the local library, and kazutora came pretty often to it..and you thought he was pretty cute~ he walk away awkwardly sideglancing you while he pretended to read a book or look through the science section..kazutora didn't know anything about science he just looked through there because that section was the closest to the main counter, where you usually worked at. After long days of thinking about how to approach you and chifuyu hyping him up, he finally decided to talk to you. As you were struggling to fill the shelves of romance novels up because of you not being able to reach the top shelf, there was a nervous cough behind you "um..h-hi..do you need any help getting up there?" The Man with the pretty Tiger Tattoo on his neck, you looked behind you and blushed "u-uh- don't worry! You don't have to, I don't want to cause you any trouble" you smiled politely as you stood on your tippy-toes before almost tripping, kazutora quickly held your waist and the hand that was up. You immediately felt all hot and bothered because he touched your wrist and hand. Soon kazutora noticed too and you two just stared at each other before you two went in for a kiss at the same time, what a coincidence that you were in the romance section..not soon after that little kiss you cutely grabbed his hand and hurried off to the bathroom so push him into a stall and lock the doors. After you managed to do that you began kissing on the pretty man's neck where his Tattoo was, meanwhile your hand traveled down to the crotch of his jeans just to find that he was already hard and at the same time kazutoras hand went under your tracksuit pants to feel you already all wet. You two looked at each other and then said at the same time "I have a crush on you!"

MITSUYA

You were a customer of mitsuya, you ordered him to make a dress for you because you adored his work! But when you came to his office for him to get your measurements, you were already nervous but you didn't expect him to give you so many compliments on your body "you have a very beautiful figure, if I may say so" he smiled softly as he wrapped the measurement tape around your waist you blushed and bit down on your acrylic nail "th-thank you..sir" mitsuya just laughed and put the tape up to your chest "you can just call me Takashi, don't worry too much about formalities" you felt like your heart was gonna jump out of your chest at how sweet he was being "also..tell me if this is beyond your boundaries but you are really beautiful" mitsuya chuckled at how embarrassed you got "u-Uhm..thank you..you're beautiful too, t-Takashi.." you looked up at him through your long and pretty lashes shyly and grabbed his arm "hm? What is it?" He asked with a soft and charming smile. You just twirled your hair around your finger and asked "can i.. kiss?" Mitsuya was taken aback by your bold question but then just smiled again before placing his hand on your cheek and pressing his soft lips on your plump ones, the kiss quickly got heated and mitsuya slid his hand down your body to end up under your skirt, his fingers pressed onto your throbbing clit, making you moan into his mouth "you're pretty sensitive~" mitsuyas hands felt so soft and delicate over your body, but then he slipped his fingers inside your already leaking pussy and just began to thrust his fingers inside of you, making you arch your back and wrap one of your thighs around his waist as your hands held onto his back for dear life "w-w-wanna go on a date?" You asked out of breath before you started kissing his neck and immediately making him sigh softly "I was about to ask you the same, doll"

SANZU

Sanzu was supposed to pick up some food for Mikey, but when he arrived a different person was working there, it was a woman, an unbelievably beautiful woman at that. He walked up to the counter and you were listening to some Song through your headphones, you didn't even see him because your eyes were closed and you were humming the Song cutely. Sanzu tapped you on the shoulder and you shrieked "oh gosh! You scared me!" You laughed and looked the man up and down, he was pretty tall..and hot. The pink-haired man chuckled "sorry about killing your vibe, cutie.." you immediately blushed and gave him heart eyes. Sanzu noticed how shy you got and smirked, he leaned over the table to just start flirting with you "you know, I didn't expect to see such a pretty Lady to be working here~" you blushed at that corny compliment and looked away "th..thank you.." sanzu actually blushed at how cute you were being, you got so shy from just one dumb compliment?! You looked back up at him "you..you're really pretty too" and with that sanzu just put his hands on your face to kiss you, you melted into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck with you already opening your mouth for his tongue to enter and swirl around yours, he kissed so good just feeling his wet and warm tongue made you wet, sanzu suddenly pulled back from that messy and wet kiss before giving you a cute quick peck and asked, "how about you skip work and you come with me, cutie?" You thought about it "b-but I'll lose my job.." you pouted but sanzu just kissed you again "baby, I can take care of you..trust me, okay?" You then noticed how expensive his suit felt and also saw the expensive watch on his wrist, laced with diamonds. You dumbly nodded and he picked you up before just taking one of the doriyakis. Did your momma never tell you to not go with strangers? He is probably gonna mouth fuck you into his mattress and pass you to his hot friends, and even worse, he's probably gonna buy you pretty diamonds!!

#jojo writes #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #tr smut #tokyo rev #bonten smut #draken smut #ken ryuuguji smut #mitsuya takashi smut #mitsuya smut #kazutora hanemiya smut #kazutora smut #sanzu haruchiyo smut #sanzu smut #bimbo!reader

[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance ~ Chapter 24

Part 24: Revelations

Series Masterlist

Words: 4.2k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mob crime families, activities, domestic violence, and infidelity. Graphic violence, threats, and intimidation. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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The soldier that greeted them on arrival was one of Steve’s. They all were. But many of them had worked for Banner for a few years now and he didn’t see them often. Bruce was always called to his house.

Whoever the guard was didn’t have the best poker face. Maybe the concern that he didn’t conceal before Steve saw it was because Clint was there at Bruce Banner’s home. Maybe it was because it was a rare occasion that even brought Steve there to begin with.

A nagging voice in the back of his mind whispered maybe that was part of the problem.

“Can I help you, sir?” the man asked when Steve powered his window down.

Steve nodded. “I’m here to see my sister.”

The man nodded, hesitated.

“Is there a problem?” Steve wanted to know.

“No, sir.”

Clint parked the Jeep right there in front of the manor, shut off the engine.

“What’re you doing?” Dyson grumbled from the front passenger seat.

“I’m going,” Clint to told them in no uncertain terms.

Something was very off. Steve felt it in his gut. His gaze met Clint’s in the rearview mirror. He nodded his approval. Dyson’s deep sigh was his only answer to that.

The three of them climbed out of the Jeep, made their way to the front door of Banner’s home. Another soldier greeted them, looking as concerned as the first.

A familiar maid approached them from within the house. The older lady’s red hair was a shade lighter than Nat’s, her pale hands wringing in front of her. Her gaze was locked on Steve, and she motioned for him to follow.

“Let’s me and you stay here,” Dyson said meaningfully to Clint.

Steve nodded his agreement before following the maid into the house. When she passed the door of the bedroom his sister shared with her husband, Steve paused. The maid didn’t stop, leading him instead to a guest room in another wing.

His anxiety rose when the woman opened the door and led him in. What was Nat doing in there?

She left Steve standing in that bedroom as she dashed to the bathroom door. He heard his sister’s murmured voice, the sound of splashing water. It sounded like Nat had been taking a bath.

His heart sped up to see the maid walking his sister out of the bathroom, looking small in that dark green bathrobe. Nat was slumped into the woman’s side, her gait unsteady.

What the fuck had Banner done?

The woman helped Nat take a seat on the end of the bed. When she moved to get comfortable, the part in the robe showed him a deep, ugly bruise on her thigh. Smaller bruises decorated her calf, the pattern suggested someone had grabbed that leg hard.

His fists clenched in the pockets of his overcoat.

His sister didn’t immediately notice him. When she did, her green eyes widened in fear. Tears pooled there and her lower lips trembled as she whispered, “Steve, I’m sorry.”

Steve’s heart cracked as he joined her on the bed, pulling her against him. His sister’s arms slid around him, and she burrowed into him, the tears coming on. He held her, cursing himself to hell and back for not coming sooner.

“Hey,” he said after a few minutes.

There were no marks on her face, and it was telling. Pattern abusers tended to hide their handiwork. The way she moved. Pain.

“I fought with him,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have kept it going… I shouldn’t have…”

She was shaking her head, her body was shaking just talking about it, and Steve stopped her with a hand on her cheek.

“It’s okay,” he promised her, battling back the storm of guilt and anger building inside his chest. “Everything is going to be fine.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said again. “I didn’t mean…”

To her maid, Steve said, “Can we get her dressed? Something comfortable and warm.”

Nat shook her head, fear in her face. “I can’t. I—”

“You can’t walk out of here in your bathrobe,” he said gently. “You’re coming home with me.”

The maid’s expression was approval, and she sprang into motion, finding a pair of flannel pajamas. When he got up so the maid could help her get dressed, Nat grabbed his arm. Panic lit up her eyes.

“I’m not leaving you,” he promised her. And he didn’t. He stayed there in the room with his back turned, pulling out his phone to find a text from Dyson.

Dyson: She ok, boss?

Steve couldn’t even type right now. His hands were shaking. It was all he could do to stay calm, but he could do it for his sister. He could keep control until he got her home, ensured she was safe.

When the maid let him know she was dressed, he turned to find Nat wearing the pajamas beneath the coat. Thick socks and bed slippers covered her feet.

Steve shook his head. While nothing appeared to be broken, it would be easy to assume that her injuries weren’t as bad as that other incident, Nat seemed frail, defeated. That more than anything tore at his heart. The maid eased her forward a step, but Steve shook his head.

Scooping her up, Steve carried his sister out of the room, back for the front door. Anger at himself for not paying more attention preyed on his mind as he made his way through the house. He’d been so focused on taking the lead he’d lost track of everything else. Even his own family.

Why hadn’t he listened to Dyson? To his wife?

Steve didn’t know yet just how far Banner had gone. He just knew he’d fucking deal with the bastard.

If his wife didn’t get to him first.

“Oh, God,” Clint whispered when Steve reached him and Dyson. So much emotion flashed in his man’s blue eyes when his gaze landed on Nat.

Dyson’s gaze mirrored the anger Steve felt. “Let’s go.”

With no interference from the men guarding Banner’s house, Steve carried her out into the cold Boston morning.  

“Steve, thank you,” she whispered, and the words nearly broke him.

“Hush,” he soothed her. “We’re going to take care of you.”

“He’s so angry,” she went on as Clint pulled open the door.

“So am I,” Steve assured her.

Clint helped Steve get Nat in the back of the Jeep, his heart in his eyes as he took in the broken figure of the woman he loved. It had Steve feeling like an even bigger asshole. The man loved his sister. The way he handled her like she as precious was all Steve saw. The hope Clint’s presence put on Nat’s face nearly brought him to tears.

“Stay back here with her,” Steve bid him.

Nat curled around Clint in the back of the Jeep as Steve shut the door, taking shotgun. Dyson had already climbed into the driver’s seat. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.

“Get us home,” Steve ordered, nearly choking on his rage as Dyson started the Jeep.

***

You had just taken Yelena’s tray back to the kitchen when you heard the commotion. Yelling.

What was this?

Steve had taken Dyson and Clint to go check on Nat and you’d been waiting for them to return. You were hoping Nat was okay and that whatever infamous fight she’d had with her husband hadn’t resulted in her being hurt or…

You could make out an angry male voice towards the front of house. You didn’t think it was Steve and you braced yourself. Was Steve upset with Nat? Had trouble started?

Luca had gone on a grocery run so the kitchen was empty. With a sigh, you set the tray down on the counter and headed in that direction to see what was going on.

The person yelling in your living room was not who you expected. Bruce Banner’s expression was pure rage and color darkened his face. Neal stood in front of him speaking but so quietly you couldn’t make out what he was saying.

“No!” Bruce shouted. “The fucker is on his way here with my wife, right? I’m waiting right fucking here.”

You didn’t know if your husband or Clint was the fucker in question, but one hell of a fight was brewing. You didn’t trust Neal any further than you could throw him.

You’d taken exactly one step in that direction when someone else stepped in your path. Scott held up a hand to pause you.

“Mrs. Rogers, it might be best if you went back upstairs. Stay with Belova,” he said carefully. “It might get ugly down here.”

Scott was a good man and you trusted him. But no way you were sitting this one out.

“I’m sure it would,” you told him. “But no, I’m not doing that.”

The soldier sighed deeply. “Yeah, I didn’t think you would. Just… stay behind me, okay?”

You nodded, following Scott into the living room where Banner looked ready to implode at any moment. When his gaze moved past Neal to you, Steve’s other soldier spun around to see you coming. Neal rolled his eyes.

“Mrs. Rogers, you got no business being here,” Neal said curtly.

“My brother-in-law is here,” you were equally short. “I think I do.”

To Bruce you asked, “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on?” Bruce was incredulous. “Your fucking husband just showed up at my house, with Clint fucking Barton, and took my wife while I was gone. Took her right the fuck out of there. He had no right. No right!”

Neal stepped away, pulling out his phone and typing furiously. You darted around Scott and took Neal’s place in front of Banner. Scott stayed close.

“That doesn’t sound like something Steve would do.” It really didn’t. “Not without cause.”

“Cause?” Banner ranted. “Let’s talk about cause. My wife, his sister, is making a fucking fool out of me! With Barton. Everyone knows that. We ended up in a fight. It’s between us. Our fight. Our marriage.”

You held his gaze, staring him down. The anger he displayed on the surface was just a mask you realized, a façade to hide his insecurities, his hurt. His cowardice.

“That’s why you fought?” you asked.

“Isn’t that what I just said?” Bruce asked loudly.

“He’s on his way back here,” Neal announced, reading his phone.

“He fucking well better be,” Banner muttered. “And my wife better be with him. He needs to explain himself. He had no right.”

“Didn’t he?” you asked, studying him. “Steve is your boss. He doesn’t owe you an explanation for anything. And Nat is his sister, his blood. He has a right to be concerned about her welfare.”

“Oh, she’s well,” he went on. “Well enough to step out on me. In my own fucking house. In my own fucking bed! Do you know how bad that looks for someone in my position? And everyone has a problem with me?”

“You’re very defensive right now,” you pointed out.

“You fucking would be too,” Bruce told you angrily. “You will be. Once the newness wears off, Steve will do it to you too. Then you come back here and fucking lecture me about being defensive!”

“We’ll see.” You were going to react to that. It might have been a fear you harbored but you weren’t about to give him that. “I know that’s what your girlfriend and her sister would like to believe.”

The shock that you brought that up faded from his expression fast. More color seeped up from his collar.

“If Nat had been my loyal, loving wife,” Bruce bit out, “I wouldn’t ever have given Paulina a second glance. I’m not like that. I’m not like your husband. That’s what makes this so goddamn funny. He has a lot of nerve jumping into my business when he’s just like his sister. Disloyal whores. Both of them!”

The inference that your husband would cheat, or had cheated, pissed you off. It was meant to. It was all you could not to take the bait as your anger rose.

Neal stood by passively, watching and listening. Wasn’t he supposed to be protecting you?

Scott’s hand on your shoulder was calm. “Okay, the boss will be here any minute. Why don’t you head upstairs, ma’am?”

Scott tried. You were aware of it and appreciated it on some level.

“No, I’ll wait here,” you told him, not taking your eyes off Bruce. “And I’ll tell you something, Bruce.” You pitched your voice low, spoke slowly through your fury. “It’s better to be a whore than abusive. What did you do to Nat?”

“She had it coming!” Bruce yelled. “She hasn’t even begun to get what she deserved. And if Steve was smart, he’d reign you in the same way.”

“That’s enough,” Scott said, trying to pull you back from the confrontation.

“Excuse me?” You were livid.

“You heard me.” Bruce grinned, pleased at your reaction.

Scott pulled you back a step. Taking a menacing step closer to you, Bruce pointed a finger.

“Wait. Did you put him up to this?” Bruce demanded. “You and Nat talk, right? I know all about you helping her go see Barton at the hospital. Did you do this? Did you?”

As much as you’d like to take credit for making Steve think about his sister’s welfare, you couldn’t. Slowly, you shook your head.

“I don’t fucking believe you!” Bruce yelled.

Like a vision from a nightmare, Bruce lifted a hand. You saw it coming. Someone blocked the blow before it could reach you as Scott yanked you sharply back. Quicker than you could think, Yelena had grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back until he yelled furiously.

A beat later, the front door burst open, and your husband marched from the foyer into the living room to take in the scene. His blue-eyed gaze moved over you frantically. Once he realized you weren’t hurt, he looked to Bruce, fists clenched at his sides.

Only then did Neal move to assist Yelena but she glared at him as she kept Bruce in what looked like a painful grip.

“I’ve got it,” she told him flatly.

“Hold him,” Steve bid her.

Yelena did more than that even though it was obvious she wasn’t feeling well. Kicking the backs of his knees, she took Bruce down to his in front of Steve. And if you thought Bruce looked angry? The anger that appeared to be consuming your husband far eclipsed it.

“You fucking threaten my wife?” Steve demanded, crouching to get in Bruce’s face. “In my home? How fucking dare you? Especially after what you did my sister.”

Bruce looked concerned about his current situation but apparently wasn’t smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

“Your sister has been sleeping around on me,” Bruce managed through the obvious pain as Yelena held him. “And you bring the whore’s boyfriend to my house? And drag her out like you’re a fucking hero?”

Grabbing a handful of Bruce’s salt and pepper curls, Steve held his head still with one hand and punched him in the face hard with the other. Then he did it again and again as you watched. Blood ran from Bruce’s nose from the blows

Dyson rushed towards you at that. “You don’t need to be down here seeing this,” he told you.

You resisted his attempts to pull you away. “I want to see this.”

“Nat needs you,” Steve said without taking his eyes off the man at the center of his fury. “Neal, Belova, let’s take this somewhere else.”

“Fuck you!” Bruce yelled as Yelena started moving him to the front door and Neal finally moved to help deal with your irate brother-in-law. “Fuck you, your whore sister, and your fucking whore wife!”

They were dragging him off. Dyson and Scott each had a hold on you, trying to pull you away from the scene.

You’d never seen Steve so upset. But before he rushed off after them, he stopped and took your face in his shaking hands.

“I want to watch,” you let him know forcefully.

“I know,” he told you in a barely controlled voice. “But Luca’s helping Clint bring Nat in through the kitchen. I really don’t want her to see or hear any of this. I need you to look after her. For me.”

Getting a grip on your anger, you nodded. You didn’t know what happened to Nat but apparently it was serious. If she needed you, you’d be there.

“Lang, stay here,” Steve ordered.

“You’ve got it, boss.”

Before Steve could release your face, you told him, “Fuck him up.”

Letting go of you, your husband nodded before he spun around and headed back the way he came to deal with his brother-in-law, his own lawyer.

“Come on,” Dyson drew your attention away from that to lead you back into the house with Scott on your heels.

You followed him up the stairs, to Nat’s old bedroom. When Dyson opened the door for you, it revealed Nat on her old bed with Clint positioning pillows behind her. Luca was heading for the door, looking as distraught as you felt.

“I’m getting doc over here,” Luca told you, rushing by.

Sitting by her on the bed, Clint took one of her hands. When they both noticed you, they shared the same look of apprehension. You took a seat on her other side.

“Nat, what happened?” you wanted to know.

Your sister-in-law looked curled in on herself and weak. Still, she tried to smile even with tears coming on.

“Bruce is here, isn’t he?” she asked fearfully.

Looking from her to Clint, you nodded. “Steve’s dealing with him.”

Clint shook his head.

“She’s not going back to him,” he told you, blinking back tears. “I don’t care what has to happen.”

“No, she won’t,” you told him with the same determination. Your heart went out to him. He’d stayed loyal to Steve, even when he’d married his sister to another man. Even though you knew it wasn’t the first time Nat had endured something like this.

“Bruce will calm down,” Nat explained fearfully. “He’ll convince Steve it was m-my fault. He’ll… send me back. He’ll…”

“He will not,” you promised her. “You are never going back to him.”

“You can’t guarantee that,” Clint told you meaningfully.

“The hell I can’t.” If your husband even thought about sending his sister back to the monster he’d married her to, you make him regret it every single day for the rest of his life.

But somehow, you didn’t think you had anything to worry about. You hadn’t had a chance to talk to Steve yet with everything going on. But instinct told you Steve had finally realized the truth of his sister’s situation.

“Luca’s calling our doctor,” you told them. “How badly are you hurt?”

It was hard to keep calm as you watched her shaking hands reach for the hem of her flannel pajama top. She’d barely lifted it when you saw the cluster of wild purple bruises covering her ribs and abdomen.

“Fuck,” Clint muttered, blinking back tears. “That fucking bastard. I’ll kill him. I swear…”

You understood. You wanted to kill him too. But right now, Nat was more important.

Gently easing her top back down, your hand covered hers.

“Don’t worry about all this now,” you said as soothingly as you could. “You’re safe.”

“But Steve…”

“Steve brought you home,” you said with feeling. “You’ll recover here, and you’ll be with Clint where you should have been all along. That’s all you need to be concerned with right now.”

Clint clasped her other hand. The look that passed between them nearly broke your heart. Hope.

You swore to yourself at that moment that they would be together.

***

You found Steve later in his study. His elbows were planted on the desk, his head in his hands. An empty glass was on the desk next to him.

You closed the study door behind you. His black robe was warm over your own pajamas as you walked to his desk, capturing his attention.

Your husband looked tired, and you noticed his knuckles were cut and scabbed over. Lowering his hands to the desk, he sighed.

“How is she?” he asked quietly.

“Six broken ribs,” you told him. “So many bruises… Doc gave her something for the pain. He’s coming back to check on her tomorrow.”

Nodding, Steve motioned you over to him, pulled you onto his lap when you made it around the desk.

“How is he?” you wanted to know.

“Pretty fucking sorry,” Steve told you, tracing a finger down your cheek. “He lost everything today. His position, his wife…”

You knew your surprise showed on your face. “Did he?”

Steve nodded. “He’s lucky I let him live. If I ever see him again, he won’t be. After what he did to her. After all the lies he told me.”

He meant it, you could tell. So much pain and regret in his face, his eyes. Your heart swelled with hope as you sat in the quiet of his office, letting him hold you.

“What happens now?” you wondered. “Nat is so afraid you’ll send her back to him.”

Steve shook his head. It was a long moment before he spoke. When he did, he didn’t meet your gaze.

“I let her down,” he said quietly. “For the last few years, I’ve been so focused on what I wanted… I didn’t pay enough attention to anything else.” When his gaze met yours, the raw guilt made you flinch. “What if he’d killed her? What he did was bad enough but…”

“It was bad.” You slid your fingers through his hair. “But she’ll recover. If you let her have what she’s always wanted, she’ll recover faster.”

“You know why I did that,” your husband told you. “Clint is still a soldier.”

“Then make him something else,” you said more forcefully than you intended. “Hasn’t he proven himself? To her and to you?”

“Dyson thinks so too.” Steve sighed. “The problem is… Maybe I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I’ve done everything to take your father’s place. To take the lead and now…”

You just waited, listened.

“Now here I am. I married my sister to an abusive asshole. My people and turf are under siege. My own home was attacked, and my wife had to shoot someone to defend it… Right now, I have to accept that I’m failing. I’m not your father. I don’t have his instincts… I don’t.”

It was the last thing you would have expected your husband to say. You know exactly how hard he’d worked to be where he was.

But knowing that underneath it all he cared? Your heart clenched.

“Maybe my father had good instincts for this, Steve,” you said slowly. “But he didn’t run the families alone. And you’re not alone either.”

“I’m not.” His gaze locked with yours. “But my heart really can’t take you being in the line of fire, sweetheart. Last night you shot Hansen today you’re squaring up to Banner. This is serious. I can’t worry about you being hurt…”

“I was looked after,” you told him, raising your chin.

“Belova has some skills,” Steve admitted. “She showed me that today. But I need to keep you safe, and I need you to accept that.”

“Maybe I’d be more accepting of that if you’d listen to me once in a while,” you countered. “I was right about Nat’s situation. Dyson and Luca think I have my father’s instincts.”

Steve studied you so seriously. “Maybe they’re right… Doesn’t mean I want you to continue training with weapons.”

Yeah, you realized that cat was out of the bag. As long as that was all he knew…  

“We’ll figure it all out,” he assured you. “Thank you for taking care of Nat. She and I will talk tomorrow when she's rested.”

Capturing his hand, you pressed kisses on his injured knuckles. You had to wonder what Bruce looked like now from the looks of that.

“You should rest,” you whispered. “Come to bed.”

A corner of Steve’s mouth tipped up at that. “What’s this? My wife finally approving of how I handled a situation?”

“I don’t know enough details to say I approve yet,” you informed him, and he smiled. “Let’s rest. I’m sure you have a lot to deal with tomorrow.”

Steve nodded. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to yours. The brush of them was soft, soothing.

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House of Memories

(Sorry bout the hiatus and sorry i came back with angry content 🙃)

Diluc Ragnvindr x Black Fem Reader Angst

Exes2LoversAU

CW: jealousy after breakup, featuring Kaeya, cheating allegations, Diluc acting out of character

TW: cursing (ig cuz there's a lot)

Word Count: 1565 (give or take)

I thought I knew why we broke up. I thought it was cuz I was always out and busy and I felt bad knowing that. (Y/n) was right; I was always called in for work and instead of spending my free time with her, I spent it patrolling the outskirts of Mondstadt or double-checking that the townspeople didn't need any help. There was no reason for me to keep busy the way I usually did because I had her and I blew it. 

I don't know why it took her leaving for me to realize but I decided I wanted to make it right. I went back to her house after a month to talk it over calmly this time but as I stopped outside her house I caught a glimpse of her and Kaeya kissing on the couch through the window. So that's why? So that's why. My vision narrowed and before I knew it, I was knocking on her front door, knocking so heavily I thought and hoped I would break it.

She opens the door and scowls, "What is it, Diluc?"

"It..." I take a deep breath, "Not one month has passed and here you are; kissing other people, are you being serious right now?"

"Kiss--?!"

"And him of all people. What, you just couldn't wait to put your lips all over your 'best friend', huh?"

"You know ion like Kaeya like that!"

"Whatever, I have eyes and I'm not blind, (Y/n). And you."

I storm past her towards Kaeya, who stepped back with his hands up in surrender. I shove him by his shoulder with one hand before getting in his face with narrowed eyes and boiling blood.

"How long?"

"How long what?" He asked.

I scoff, smiling angrily before grabbing the collar of his shirt in my fist, "Act dumb if you want, Kaeya, I'm not in the mood for your bullshit. I don't give a damn how often I was gone, you knew we were together. I want to know how long this affair has been going on."

"Diluc, nobody was or is having an affair."

"You sure? Cuz any time I was out on a quest, she was with you. Anytime she wasn't with me, she was with you."

"And what's wrong with hanging out with one of my good friends? When neither of us are busy, she hangs out with me because I'm the closest person to you. Besides, Lisa is nearly as busy as you."

"You're telling me you've only been hanging out 'watching' a grown, able-bodied woman by yourself, no strings attached and then suddenly you're over at her house and all over her?"

"Aight, that's it." (Y/n) yells pulling me away from him, "You're either drunk as all hell or outta ya fuckin mind, regardless get out."

"I'm not drunk, I'm trying to figure out where my brainiac of a brother got the bright idea to 'watch' a grown woman when I'm out of town. A grown woman who happens to be my girlfriend no less."

"I don't need watching, the fuck are you saying? Am I six?"

She pushed me away from her and towards the door, convinced that I was intoxicated but I resisted, not leaving until I got a correct answer from my shocked, blue-haired brother. Realizing I was almost back at the front door without pressing her just as much, I looked down at her shorter frame with the same scowl I gave her side piece.

"What about you?" I ask, taking her hand off my chest.

"What now, Diluc?"

"How long have you been choosing him?"

"Choosing him?"

"Yeah, cuz I seem to have gotten the short end of the stick because you seem to run straight to him for comfort. So tell me how long I've been your second choice."

"The only thing I chose was to leave you because I thought it would be easier on both of us since you were working so fucking much. I fucking loved you, Diluc! I still do and you're acting like a dickhead like I didn't. Like, you're it's not your fault we broke up in the first fucking place?"

I scoff and look across the living room at Kaeya who has his arms crossed. "Kaeya, get out."

"What, no Kaeya stay."

"If you and him aren't a thing behind my back then let's talk about it. You're kicking out the wrong person to prove your point."

"I'm kicking you out cuz you acting like a fucking baby."

"Glad to know you think my love for you is childish."

"The way you acting is childish. And I shouldn't have to prove shit to you."

"When this much evidence of cheating is here in my fucking face, I suggest you reconsider and kick him out."

"Again, I'm kicking you out because you're acting irrational."

"Brothers fight all the time. That being said I should technically be beating his ass for even attempting this stunt."

"Stunt? Nigga, for the last- you know what?" She crossed her arms and looked back at him, "Kaeya?"

"Already gone."

"Yeah."

She looked back at me as Kaeya walked past us to stand in her yard or something. We continue glaring at each other waiting for the sound of the door slamming shut behind me when she lets out a deep, exasperated sigh.

"There, he's gone. You wanna be an adult now?"

"The only reason I came over was to talk out a way for us to date to see each other more. That was until I saw you two kissing like we didn't just break up, you couldn't have gotten that far with him in a fucking day."

"For the last time, my nigga, we weren't kissing! I don't know when you saw that but Kaeya was here for all of half an hour and we ain't kiss once. What you prolly saw was me resting my head on his fucking shoulder. We were talking and I put my forehead on his shoulder and he leaned in and hugged me like that."

"Well, sorry if I thought you'd kiss him by how often he visits your house. Like why do you keep calling on him for everything when I'm not here?"

"Uh, cuz you're busy and I trust him the most. You're acting like he wasn't my friend before I met you. We only got closer after you seemed to get busier and busier."

"That's not weird that you hang out with your boyfriend's brother when he's away?"

"Frankly, I don't give a shit how it sounds because nothing fuckin happened." She claps with each word, "He's my best friend who also happens to be your brother, big fuckin deal. The fuck you want me to do, stop being his friend and cut him off because you're an insecure baby?!"

My jaw drops getting ready to retort right but her words punch the air out of me. I close my mouth with a deep sigh, looking away to think better, anger finally clearing from my head as her logic snaps me out of it. I give another sigh and hang my head slightly.

"Fuck, you're right."

"Huh?"

"No, you're absolutely right."

"I know but I didn't mean to say it like that..."

"No, you're right, babe. I can't ask you to do that. Shit, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I guess I was jealous that he knew you for longer and spending time alone with him made it worse for me, especially since I just can't seem to want to stop moving. All my reason just left."

I pinch the bridge of my nose, wiping my eyes in annoyance and shame only opening them when she cups my face and guides my head down to look at her eyes.

"Why you so insecure anyway?"

"Have you met Kaeya? You know how flirty he can be, I don't know how often or how hard he flirts with you but I didn't want you to fall for it one day."

"Yes, Kaeya is a flirt but he's also a good person. He does flirt with me, at the very least it's very very toned down. You really think I'd fuck your brother behind your back or something?"

"No, no. I just...I'm so sorry, darling." I kneel down before her, kissing her hand as my vision becomes blurry, " I mean it."

She sighs, "I know."

"I came to say if you take me back, I won't be taking weekend quests anymore and no quests that take longer than a week unless it's urgent. Once I'm done with work, I'm coming right over or inviting you over to be with me, alright? I swear I'll be here more."

"You swear?"

I place her hand over my racing heart while staring up into her beautifully dark eyes. "On my life, I will be here more. I will be with you more, baby just please take me back."

"Hmm..."

"Or at the very least let me prove it. Gimme...gimme a week or something."

"Fine, you get a month. A whole month to see how this goes, get me?"

"Thank you, baby."

I smile sadly before quickly standing up, leaning down, and pulling her head to me to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. and pulling her in for a hug that she quickly reciprocated.

"You know if you don't I'mma kill you, right?"

"I expect and encourage it."

#diluc x reader #x black fem reader #diluc x y/n #black reader #black writers #x black reader #diluc x you #genshin impact #diluc angst #diluc and kaeya #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc ragnivindr x you #black fem reader #black female reader #genshin impact angst

[ladybellissima]

Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 11

The cold and fresh air of the sea felt like heaven. (Y/N) sighed in delight, while she automatically snuggled closer into Katakuri's chest. Feeling his strong arms wrapped around her small form to carry her bridal style, let her feel safe and secure. And that was exactly, what she needed now, after this nightmare and she was relieved and more than happy, that he accepted her closeness without a problem. It was so out of character of him, acting so gentle and made her butterflies in her stomach jump of joy.

Stepping onto his ship, he reached his office and put her on a bed. Grabbing a blanket he covered her body in silence. (Y/N) could see his pained and angered expression, because of her wounds. Hesitating first, but deciding to give it a try, she slowly grabbed his balled fist to calm his nerves. His look met her smiling one, which let his anger towards these bandits raise.

"Katakuri… It's okay… I am here now and safe.", she spoke in this lovingly tone, he longed to hear ever so often.

"Yeah now, but you could have been dead, raped or who knows what they planned to do with you. And I wasn't there. The whole time I wasn't there, while my wife had to suffer so much. As your husband I should have been there to stop them..it took me so long, too long to get you.", he spoke annoyed and avoid (Y/N) 's surprised look. She wasn't prepared to get so much words out of him, but it made it much easier to understand him.

" The whole time he was worried sick about me… In a way I feel ashamed that I doubted that he would safe me.. ", she thought and smiled weakly.

"But you came and that's what counts. And the other thing. Nothing happened, they didn't touch me in that way. Or better I didn't let them..", the image of her abuser let her shiver slightly, not to be unnoticed by her husband.

"and what do you call that?", he spoke ice cold and pulled up her blanket to show her bruised body. Biting her lip she fell silent again and just wanted to forget this horrible experience. Grabbing the blanket from his hands, she covered her body and laid down to rest. Katakuri cursed under his breath to sound too rough. Sadly he watched (Y/N) turning away from him and thought about what to do.

"Katakuri… You know, it still hurts how you treated me.. ", she whispered and could feel tears in her eyes again. He knew that he messed up badly and an apology alone wouldn't fix it in the slightest. Sighing he looked up to the ceiling and collected his thoughts.

" What is she doing to me… She always gets me out of my comfort zone. Pushing me over the line.", he thought and watched her beautiful form lovingly. Katakuri worked really hard to keep his image of being the loyal, brave general of the big mom pirates. He was admired by his siblings and townsfolk to always know an answer, to always win and protect everyone. He hid his worries and insecurities behind his scarf and locked his feelings away to focus on his duties and others. But (Y/N) turned his world up side down. There was someone now caring for him. And for the first time he didn't know what to do.

"The day I asked you to come with me to the tea party was one of the happiest days of my life and at the same time the hardest for me. ", he spoke uneasy. (Y/N) listened surprised and snuggled deeper into his leather jacket, which she still had around her body.

"I wanted to show you that I care for you. That I am grateful for your hard work of baking doughnuts everyday. Good they are amazing…", he sighed in delight and forgot for a moment that he wasn't alone. Flustered of her sweet chuckling he coughed to get back to his speaking.

" But then I realized how others look at you. How quickly they want to have your attention and push you to do things you don't want.", he explained angered and thought back to the grabbing bastard of sweet city.

"nobody is allowed to touch what is mine.", he blurted out in anger and stopped embarrassed. (Y/N)'s eyes widened and she dared to look at him, while blushing madly as well.

"Go on..", she stuttered and smiled.

"Yeah.. Sorry.. I was so angry… So full of hatred and after Pudding left with you I had to give them a lesson. That' s how I do things. Since I was a child. And in the middle of punishment, out of all people you entered the scene. I didn't want that you see this sight of me. Your look alone how scared you were because of me…it hurt too. ", he spoke and let her gasp of shock. Quickly hiding back into her safe vest she felt her heart race. Never did she believe that she hurted his feelings too. A man like him, which she thought was too tough to even smile.

"Katakuri you got it wrong. I was shocked of the mass of blood. Of the way they had to die. I felt regret, that I was standing at this shop window, because if I didn't they wouldn't have been killed.", she stunned him with her words.

"You are always so kind hearted, even to bad people….bad people like me… ", he thought bitterly.

"Yeah at first I was unsure of what kind of man you are and that made me scared. Your tall and strong gaze gave me goosebumps. But at whole cake chataeu I wasn't scared of you of how you looked. It was your uncontrolled temper. The way you shout at me, without giving me a chance..believe it or not. I knew deep inside that you wouldn't hurt me physically ever since you gave me your room. On the other side after your acting and your mother's offer to punish me, I wasn't sure anymore what is going to happen. I know how loyal you are.. Nevertheless I still believe that you wouldn't hurt me.", she told him and felt relieved to finally speak freely to him. Katakuri was surprised about her words. He looked like a terrifying killer. His clothes were full of blood and still she wasn't afraid of him? .

" Emotionally I got you good… ", he added and got a heavy sigh as answer.

"and as cherry on the top, Pudding brought you late to the party and into more trouble than before.", he spoke and couldn't believe it himself how messed up this day was.

"I feared that Mama would take your lifespan. And being close to her in the middle of her hunger pangs is the most stupid thing you had done. There was a reason why I brought you out of the danger zone. I couldn't focus on you at that time. I had to look after my siblings and what Mama was doing.", he sighed deeply and knew what she would say now.

" I wanted to help you."

There it was. He pinched his nose exhausted.

" It was too dangerous and you should know how strong I am. You don't have to help me (Y/N). I wanted to protect you and you got yourself and others who were focused on you in danger. ", he explained seriously. (Y/N) 's eyes widened of his words. She didn't see it in that way. He was right. With her reckless act someone could have been hurt, because of her.

" I am sorry… I was worried about you. And I felt responsible for mentioning the doughnuts."

"You don't have to. Normally we have from all desserts two extras hidden, but Anana ate them. God knows why she had such an appetite at that day. The head cook would have made some. Only some time later..", he spoke shortly and (Y/N) nodded deep in thought. Turning to his side their eyes met and no one spoke a word. Silence engulfed them for a moment, but (Y/N) knew she had to get to that point where he broke her heart.

" Did you mean it? As you shouted down at me that I am below you… That I have to shut my mouth and obey? Is it that what you want? I am that shameful to you? ", she asked, while he avoided her sad gaze ashamed.

"I know I escalated…"

"Escelated ? You even broke my table."

"I know. I have to add it was an old one."

"You made me feel like I am not worth of being your wife or worth being anything at all. That you hate me.."

"I know (Y/N)…. I know…", he cut her off.

"I…i don't think any of these things I had said. It was out of anger towards your stubbornness to not listen to me and that I couldn't protect you. I was worried about you. The whole time I was worried….I.. I am glad that you are my wife… ", he spoke nervously. She watched Katakuri in silence to let his words sink in. Crossing his arms and looking emotionless like always he observed her form with an intense gaze.

"I understand…", (Y/N) finally spoke and turned to her back to watch the ceiling.

"What do you mean by that?", Katakuri asked worried that she maybe would give up on him or avoiding him from now on. He even was embarrassing himself.

"I will listen to you more and most of all trust you more from now on. I am sorry that I made you feel this way. I should believe in you more…I accept your apology. "

Katakuri's eyes widened of her words.

"But.."

Nervous he was met with her serious gaze, which gave him goosebumps of excitement. He found this look quite attractive.

"Promise me that you will trust me too and that we work on speaking more together. You could only trust someone close.", she spoke and gave him a shy look.

"I often tried to make a step and become friends with you and get to know you more, but it was really hard. I know it's difficult for us. We didn't know each other and got married, but I think we could get along well. We just need time.. Wouldn't it work better, if we work together more? And If I do anything wrong, just speak to me…explain what I have to do to fit into your family…..", she added and Katakuri nodded surprised that she still wanted to get along with his mother, even if she was like that. It showed him that she cares for him and his family, which gave him a sweet warmth inside his chest. For him it was the most important thing that she fitted into his life. And that meant getting along with his mother and siblings. On the other side, it hurted to be called a friend, but after everything that happened he was grateful that (Y/N) gave him another chance. She was his wife and he had to gain her trust and love, if he really wanted her heart. And hell he wanted to, with everything he got.  (Y/N) also didn't want to push her luck. She was happy to get that far with Katakuri. To start from the beginning would be better than getting too far.

"I will (Y/N)."

"no shouting. I mean speak."

"Yeah I got it right…", he chuckled for the first time and surprised her.

"You should laugh more often. It's nice…", she spoke and got Katakuri speechless. Thank God he wore his scarf, because the heat in his cheeks made him a red tomato. Seeing his embarrassed state she quickly changed the topic to help him out.

" How much time passed since I left?" she asked, while snuggling into his leather vest again. Blushing slightly of her sweet act, Katakuri got up to get some medical supplies from his desk.

"2 days…"

Nodding exhausted she closed her eyes for a moment to ease the starting pain in her body.

"What did your mother say? I wasn't allowed to ever leave your place.. She must be furious… " It gave her goosebumps to think how angry she must be for what happened.

"she doesn't know…", he grumbled stressed, looking for some bandages. Surprised she opened her eyes to look at him. "and her doughnuts? She must be suspicious by now why I didn't deliver them."

Sighing he got to her side again and laid the bandages beside him. "Oven helped me out and delivered the doughnuts you had made before they got you. So don't worry. Everything is fine.", he explained and looked up to his wife, who just nodded relieved.

"Thank god I finished them before..", she sighed in relief.

"Thank you for mine too… I got your message. Honestly I didn't think you would ever make me doughnuts ever again…", he whispered nervously.

Flustered she gave him a smile. "I couldn't resist…", she spoke exhausted and her eyes closed. It was really a hard day.

"(Y/N)?"

Watching her sleeping form cuddled up in his vest, he wished to just lay beside her. Slowly he brushed some strainds of hair out of her face and admired her beautiful face. Still he couldn't believe that he was married with her. And still he was fighting with his inner self how to ever be able to touch her the way he wished. He liked their talk a lot. He was able to speak freely without any worries. Something he never did with someone. He always showed others his strict and loyal side to not disappoint his family. With her, everything was different. He was different. He was showing his true self.

Pulling her blanket off slowly, he took a wet cloth and hesitated. Blushing madly he realized what he was gonna to do. "(Y/N)?", he stuttered nervously and looked if she would awaken, but nothing happened. His gaze wandered from her slender legs to her delicate hips and chest, which were luckily covered by her torned dress and his jacket.

"Okay… Just the legs..", he stuttered and softly he cleaned her skin from the dirt to treat her wounds.

"katakuri…", she whimpered in her sleep, a nightmare was starting to haunt her mind. Brushing her cheek he tried to calm her down. "I am here… I protect you (Y/N)..", he whispered and realized how much he loved saying those words to her and how much he loved to touch her. This sensation he felt inside was a feeling of pure joy. Greater than ever doughnut. Sighing in delight, she breathed normally again.

"Master Katakuri? We are back and have the fruit you ordered us to get. ", a servant's voice appeared by his door and let him stop in his tracks. Getting up and taking the rare fruit, he smiled relieved.

"Good. Now we head back."

"Where you belong (Y/N)"

#romance #fanfiction #karakuricharlotte #katakuri x reader #one piece

[ultrastupid]

Do not expect me to post in main tags often, I just had to post all this because Sunny, my love, my chaotic little bird man. I had to share all the stuff I've found and/or screenshotted about him with you all because I'm obsessed to an insane degree. Commentary will be included on stuff. Hit the "read more" for more, LONG POST AHEAD!

Some of the few bits of info we have about Sunny, from Clown's old deleted blog. Things of interest include him being friends with Barnaby, an inkling of what his house looks like and where it would be located, and what puppet type he was. Also, the hidden text on his picture. Keep in mind that "being quiet" was a large theme back in the old Welcome Home lore.

An actual high quality version of the Sunny-getting-grabbed-by-puppet-hands pic, since I've seen too many versions of it looking crusty, along with a high-contrast version of it to show the hidden background details.

Group photos of the OG six puppets. Also where my favorite image of Sunny screaming comes from lol. Of course, can't forget that Sunny's name is upside-down in the second pic, hinting at his nature of being different.

Ooky Spooky™️stuff that happens to have Sunny in it. If there is a smidge of Sunny in it, I save it.

Sunny merch. I don't know what on earth this thing is but I'd buy it /lh Also of course, getting rid of him and all that. Note, I believe Clown when they say that Sunny is truly removed and the removal isn't a part of the story or whatever... I can dream otherwise, though, because man that'd be cool if he was removed on purpose FOR a story point. But again, Clown said he was just removed because he didn't fit into the story and they don't like "hero types" for it.

Wake up babe, the OG Frank ship is here. Franks's phone not having a 3, and also having a 6 on it could have meant something, who knows (Edit, it's their numbers from that one pic, I was tired lol). Also more "behave" and "listen" stuff included as well. Anyways observations aside, I just love how floofy Sunny is in the second pic, it gives me life. It's one of the more polished images we get of Sunny, too.

Screenshot of the text that came with the group picture. Again, "being quiet". I'm sure that people could run with this theme for their fanart and fanfics if they wanted to, since I know beta designs have been getting some comeback.

Some more information on what Sunny was planned to be. Points of interest include confirmation that him and Frank indeed were going to be in a relationship, Sunny being a "hero", and Sunny's purpose involving "blow the whistle", which when you pair it with the "be quiet" stuff and focus on "being quiet" really starts to paint a picture and makes me go nuts over what he could have possibly have done. Add the "you're FREE" and again, more things just fall into place. Anyways, "attributes already covered (bird)" makes me laugh.

Anyways onto the more inane stuff (/pos), Frank and Sunny as Ducktales OCs. Everything about the Sunny pic makes me feral and bang my fists on my desk, because he is SO flaming queer, LOOK AT HIS FACE, HIS BODY LANGUAGE, HIS MOVEMENTS, FRANK'S REACTION, THEY ARE BOTH FLAMING GAYS!!! LOVE, ENDLESS LOVE FOR THESE TWO!!!

And lastly to end this all off, Gay People Jumpscare: Electric Boogaloo 2. Sunny's beak being CONE makes me happy. Frank and him physically so close together and Frank blushing makes me happy. Them explicitly being called gay makes me happy.

These two are so delightful, and I like to imagine that in a canon where Sunny still exists, he's accepted into Eddie and Frank's relationship and it's poly and everyone is happy, THE END.

Thank you for coming to my rant about a scrapped character for something that technically hasn't even started and is a flaming queer.

#moltenembers.txt #welcome home #welcome home sunny #Double U Aitch

[humanharvest]

Hey! Sorry to bother you but I saw you answer an ask where you talked about your headcanons for Johnny Cage and Kuai Liang's friendship and now I really wanna hear more headcanons of yours, if you want to share?

Sorry again if this is a bother, feel free to ignore it!

noo it's not a bother at all!! i love doing stuff like this, it lets me feel out more for characters! also, sorry if anything is jumbled. i do not have a clear thought process! lol

alright, starting with hanzo first because i have a few that're pretty tame and small. as a nervous habit, i think he traces over certain parts of his hands like his knuckles and will tap on them to help stifle his anger. or he puts one hand in the other and squeezes it so it's not as obvious.

aside that, given his pyromancy, the man is a walking heater. he probably doesn't like cold tea, when or if he drinks it, so he will warm it up in his hands! and with his hands, he'll heat them enough to massage anything sore to help with that. i also think that despite things with kenshi, hanzo had to really fight with himself about takeda, always having an underlying fear due to what happened with his son. he cares a lot about him though :) for the most part he was awkward or felt that way, but despite his strict nature, all things seem to go well.

he takes a lot of pride in being well groomed and clean, and with that information, i also wonder if he kind of hates mess? finds being sweaty for too long a discomfort, hates to let blood dry on him, something he most likely has gotten used to, sure, but he still dislikes it.

for emotions, when he lets his anger control him, he thinks way more irrationally and is inherently more self-sacrificing. he doesn't really care what might happen to him because he's just going to come back again, so why should it matter? but if he actually has a cool head, hanzo's less likely to do something irrational.

kuai liang, i have a few more headcanons for! that being that he's so used to isolation and lack of touching (that isn't someone hitting him with their fists) that he kind of locks up and blue screens when he receives things like a hug, or a pat on the back. he can handle handshakes and a shoulder grab, since those happen quite often.

he's very careful, tactile. not one to blow up, but this leads to him bottling up emotions. he really has a habit of that, mainly because he one: doesn't want to be seen as weak and two: doesn't want anyone else to be burdened with his negativity, so to speak. he doesn't think it's obvious when it eats away at him, but frost, hanzo, johnny, they know when it is. but still kuai liang self-sabotages and is very avoidant about his feelings. he turns how he's feeling into a calm optimism, offering small smiles that are just facades. he's used to this, but also finds the new support, even after years, to still be so overwhelming. he appreciates it all, but it's a very slow process for kuai liang to properly open up.

out of everyone, i think johnny — since again, i see them as best friends — knows a lot of little things about kuai liang that kuai liang doesn't even admit or reveal aloud. he's just observant, notices when kuai liang makes little animal sculptures out of ice when he's bored. this totally doesn't prompt johnny to ask kuai liang to make him one of those fancy ice sculptures so he can use it at a fancy party.

for a few random ones, i think, despite the fact kuai liang doesn't drink or drinks very little, he'd be a great bartender. i like domestic au's, so bartender kuai liang is something i think about time to time. he'd also just look good in a suit. i also think he loves hamsters. there's just something about them he loves, and if he were a normal child with a normal life, he would've loved to own one growing up. or even currently as an old man! he just reads as a hamster guy.

i think that's all i had to wrack my brain for these LOL i hope you like my hcs :3

#mk #mortal kombat #🩻 txt #ask #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #mk11 headcanons #another long post!! #and i will find any way to talk about kuai liang he is my little soggy wet cat who is so sad

[oneshotnewbie]

HI!! Could you do a suicidal baby danvers oneshot? they're in highschool, probs the final year, and they're getting bullied really badly. One day when they walk into one of their classes they find their desk with things (like "f*g" or "fatass"). They skip the rest of their school day after that and go straight home, they write a suicide note and leave it for Alex and Kara. Make it super angsty, maybe a happy ending?:) I hope you have an amazing day, I love your page<33

Authors note: Way too long and a little rushed, but I wanted to put everything you asked me into this request. I tried to shorten it a bit but I didn't succeed. So sorry for that! Also parted in two parts because Tumblr did not let me post the whole thing :(

Trigger warning!This one-shot includes the topic of suicide and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

Summary: Life consists of small moments that shape us, stay in our memories and make us who we are. Often we don't even know what influence we have on other people, how we appear to the outside world and how we affect other people's lives. And this influence leaves traces

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When the alarm clock woke you up at 6am sharp, a hand grabbed the annoying troublemaker and slammed it against the wall. Grumbling, you whispered some swear words under your breath and piled the covers back over your head to avoid the outside world.

Unfortunately, the night always passed too quickly for you. You did not want to go back to school, lost all desire to return to your classroom every morning. For you, school was not a pleasure or an increase in your knowledge, but a single struggle for survival.

The knock on your door made you roll your eyes in annoyance. You quickly pushed the covers back against the end of the bed and sat up, rubbing a hand across your face to wipe the rest of sleep out of your eyes.

"Sleepyhead, are you awake?" your sister´s female voice asked muffled through the thick wood and you hesitated a moment with your answer, thinking about telling her that you were sick so you could stay at home, but you decided against it. "I am awake, I will be right there"

When you heard the footsteps moving away from your door, you slowly got in motion to get out of bed, leaving your small but beautiful kingdom to march into hell instead. In your room, you felt like you were in a glass box that shielded you from the outside world like a protective bubble. Here you were safe and at peace with all the people who loved you.

With a thoughtful face, you made your way to the open kitchen where Kara had already started conjuring up your breakfast. Throwing your backpack onto one of the free chairs at the dining table, you sat down on the bar stool opposite the blonde. Your head dropped to the wooden counter as your finger silently traced the texture.

"Is everything okay?" she murmured between pursed lips. Her head was cocked to the side, her long, honey blonde hair that was tied in a loose ponytail hanging down one of her shoulders. The knife that had recently been used loosely standing in her fist as she gazed at you intently. "You seem so calm to me lately"

Kara had suspected that something was on your mind, her sisterly instincts told her that something was very wrong. For weeks, there was something in your life that bothered you. You have been acting differently lately. Your behavior became withdrawn and calmer. You did not seem to have an appetite- you hardly ate anything anymore. However, she refrained from forcing you into a confession and possibly pushing you further away from her than you have been since your character transformation.

You looked over your shoulder and faltered, clearly uncomfortable at being asked the question. You did not want to tell her the truth, nor did you want to lie to your sister. Yet you were not ready to tell her what was going on in your life.

The blonde would drag the redhead into this situation and both of them might want to talk to your teacher or even your classmates. But that would probably make the situation worse, trigger further harassment.

"Yes. Yes, I am fine," you said quietly and turned your gaze to an imaginary point. Kara, on the other hand, kept her direct gaze strictly on you while an affirmative growl escaped her lips. "Actually, I am not hungry at all. Can you pack it for me?"

She sighed and walked around the kitchen counter to get to you. Her hands grabbed your shoulders and gently stroked them before she pulled you back and gently hugged you from behind. The sudden, loud pounding of your heart and the nervous playing with your fingers, made it clear to the young woman that you seemed to be struggling with yourself. "You can always talk to me, okay? I am here for you"

You snuggled into her arms, which hugged you tightly and full of strength into her body while one of them gently stroked your hair. "I know," you assured her, your voice breaking slightly as you tilted your head up to look at her. "You are always there when I need you"

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Despite getting up and leaving the house on time, you missed fifteen minutes of the first lesson. You had dawdled your way to school, getting more nervous each time you took a step further into the building.

Walking up the last few steps to your classroom and turning left down the hallway, you reached the first door of the corridor where math had already started. You nervously wiped your sweaty hands on your jeans and mentally prepared yourself for the impending confrontation. Then, you opened the door and the noise level in the class dropped significantly.

"You are late," your teacher spoke as he sat down at his desk and wrote an entry into the register. You paused at the door and surveyed the nineteen other teenagers before he looked at you warningly and you knew that because of all your delays, the crosses behind your name lined up like on a cementary. "Will not happen again"

On the way to your seat in the back row, the most famous girl tripped you and you stumbled, but managed to catch yourself before you hit the floor. Laughter filled the room and a lame joke was made about you. "Too stupid to walk, Danvers?"

You pained facial expression smoothed out and with an inconspicuous sideways glace, you looked appraisingly at Cindy before your teacher´s loud voice called for order. He ordered you to finally sit down and not disturb the class further than you already did.

Before you even sat down, you saw the doodled on your table that you had not noticed before. They had been re-scribed into the surface of the wood and highlighted with black marker. There is one word you were particularly sad to read about: fag.

Tears welled up in your eyes, which you tried to hold back as your stomach began to cramp up. You made no secret about your sexuality and were relatively open on the subject, yet you did not think it would ever be used against you.

"Who was that?" your trembling voice made it´s way between quiet laughter and silenced them completely. All eyes were on you, but they were by no means pitiable. With that, you turned around and left the room straight away.

The school hallway was not the widest construction and even with few students it seemed to be bursting at the seams. Other teenagers walked past you, it got a little cramped, and you were jostled and pushed against the wall.

Shortly thereafter, you fist collided with the wall, repeatedly hitting the white plaster in short frequencies. Tears rolled down your cheeks and mixed with the blood that smeared on your knuckles as you wiped them from your eyes.

But you did not care, you were fed up. The barrell overran and drowned your energy below zero.

#fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #imagines #imagine #supergirl #baby danvers imagines #babydanvers #baby danvers x lena luthor #baby danvers #baby danvers imagine #alexdanvers x babydanvers #karadanvers x babydanvers #baby danvers x supergirl #baby danvers x danverssisters #baby danvers x kara danvers #baby danvers x alex danvers #alex danvers imagines #alexdanvers #alex danvers imagine #alex danvers #alex danvers x y/n #alex danvers x baby danvers #alex danvers x you #alex danvers x reader #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers imagine #karadanvers #kara danvers #kara zor el

[stray-cat-21]

I Would Kill For You (Full Fic)

I had an awful cold most of November paired with writers block but here’s a full fic based on my blurb I Would Kill For You.

Warnings: murder, obsessive Eddie, manipulative Eddie, asshole Steve

The idea came from some low budget horror movie that had been chosen for the group's movie night. The fake blood was too red and the camera was far too shaky, but the couple is what caught Eddie’s attention and held it the whole night. Throughout the movie the guy protects the girl and by then end of the movie their sharing their first kiss after surviving the killings. Sure it wasn’t your typical romance story, there were no flowers or meet-cutes but deadly situations and several murdered teens. All that Eddie saw was her love filled eyes towards the man.

Nancy insisted it was a trauma bond and nothing more but to Eddie it looked like so much more. When the girl wrapped her arms around the guy her grip was vice grip tight fisting his shirt in her hands. There was a desperation to it like she absolutely needed to be with him to be safe. Whatever it was Eddie wanted it, and he wanted it terribly. In fact, he wanted it with a girl who was also participating in the movie night squeezed into a seat under Steve’s arm.

(Y/n), his best friend since childhood and Steve Harrington’s girlfriend for seven months. It wasn’t exactly Steve's fault, he had no clue that Eddie had been in love with (Y/n) for years. Even still Eddie couldn’t get rid of that nagging thought that Steve stole her from him. Despite the fact that (y/n) was Steve’s girlfriend Eddie wanted her to look at him just like the female character looked at the love interest. To need him like the movie showed for them to be that close even if it was because of some silly trauma bond.

“I’m glad you’re not one of those helpless girls that needs to be saved all the time.” Steve teases in reference to the final girl. “I don’t know I don’t think it’s about needing to be saved, but it’s romantic to think about someone willing to put their lives on the line like that, to do anything to protect someone.” (Y/n) shrugs. ‘I’d put my life on the line for you sweetheart any time.’ Is what Eddie wants to say especially seeing the disappointment on her face towards her boyfriend’s dismissive comment. Great so all he had to do was hope their small sleepy town would get a serial killer that he could save her from. What are the chances of that?

The only thing Eddie had ever had the chance to protect her from was a common house spider. He really loved that memory and thought back to it often when he was feeling down. It was during one of their sleepovers that Steve wasn’t too fond of.

Eddie had been practicing guitar in his bedroom while she was grabbing a quick shower. He was in the middle of Master of Puppets when he heard her shriek and rushed in. “Eds there’s a big gross spider!” She practically shrieked pointing to the shower. The huge monstrous spider in question was maybe the size of a dime sat on the hot water nob. Eddie unsuccessfully hides a smirk.

“This little guy?” He asks. “Little, He’s huge and hairy and blocking the shower!” (Y/n) whined hiding behind Eddie. “Well he had dibs on it sweetheart, you gotta wait your turn.” Eddie teases. Even though he pokes fun at her about it that spider could have been ten times tinier and Eddie gladly would have taken care of it for her. “Please Eddie get rid of it! Kill it! Move it! Get it out of here! Please, Eddie please!” (Y/n) pleads.

She desperately clings to his arm like it’s her lifeline, and he secretly loves it. Loves her tight grip on his bicep. Loves how she cowers behind him like she knows no matter what he’d keep her safe. “Okay calm down princess, your knight is here.” He promises jumping into action. Eddie grabs a spare cup scooping the spider up and bringing it outside.

The second he’s back inside (Y/n) throws her arms around his neck hugging him tightly nearly knocking him over in the process. “Thank you, Eddie, you’re my hero!” She cheers pressing a kiss to his cheek. He’s not used to such high praise. Freak, creep, weirdo, loser, freak show, and even on rare occasion monster but never hero. The word strikes a cord in him and he decides it's definitely something he wants to hear again.

If anything the whole damn town saw him as a villain. Especially when he was wrongfully framed for a murder he had nothing to do with the entire town had a man hunt for him. He was downright simply hated. Eddie decided that feeling like a hero is definitely a feeling that he could get used to.

After the movie night the thought of being her hero again rolls around in his mind becoming increasingly nagging. Dreams of the two of them replacing the movie couple, fantasies of her kissing him and calling him her hero. It all gets to be too much for Eddie, so he devised a plan to hopefully bring it all to a reality. When he comes up with the plan it’s supposed to be just making her think she has a stalker. He spends a week creeping around her window and sneaking around.

At first, it backfired since she began calling Steve over more and keeping him around for safety. It made sense of course a girl would call her boyfriend for protection especially when that boyfriend happens to be Steve Harrington. However, there was a night in particular where Eddie's plan began to finally work for him. Where there was finally a crack in their seemingly perfect relationship.

Eddie had been stalking around (Y/n)’s yard on an especially dark night. Panicked she once again called over Steve who came running over. Eddie kept out of sight perched in a large oak tree right near (Y/n)’s window, so he could see inside but still remain hidden. Steve hadn’t done his usual observation of the yard checking for any sign of the mysterious stalker instead just marching right up to (Y/n)’s room with her in tow, he was scowling and his arms crossed. The window is cracked open still from where (y/n) has opened it trying to catch a glimpse of the prowler, so Eddie can hear their conversation fairly clearly.

“(Y/n) seriously this is getting ridiculous.”

“I swear Steve I really saw someone!”

“You really saw someone last time too. And the time before that. And the time before that.”

“I did there’s someone watching me I know it!”

“Yet every time I come to check it out I don’t find anything. I didn't realize you had an invisible stalker.”

“I’m not crazy please you have to believe me!”

“You can understand why this is getting hard to believe (Y/n).”

Steve sighed pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. From Eddie’s spot even he could see the tears brimming in (Y/n)’s eyes. He hated when she cried, even worse he hated when he couldn’t do anything about it. Right now he couldn’t come to the rescue he needed to let this play out. So he remained sat watching intently.

“Look I’m not trying to be a jerk, but I’m tired of rushing over here every time you hear a strange noise, we survived the upside down and you’re getting freaked out by what I’m sure is just a racoon or something.” Steve sighs. (Y/n) nods swallowing keeping her stare on the ground her arms hugging herself. “Yeah you’re right I’m sorry.” She responds quietly. You can physically hear the guilt and disappointment dripping from her words. “You’re just being paranoid trust me you’re safe I promise, now I have to go I promised Nancy I’d drive her to this thing soon.” Steve explained.

That was a pleasant development for Eddie’s sake. (Y/n) looked up in surprise. “What why what’s wrong with Nancy’s car?” She asks. “Nothing serious just a blown tire she should have it back by Monday, are you gonna be okay here?” Steve questioned. (Y/n) nods looking away from her boyfriend unable to look him in the eye.

Steve nods with a breath of frustration leaning down to kiss (Y/n). She turns her face allowing him to press a hasty kiss to her cheek. It was an ice-cold move basically a literal cold shoulder. “See you later.” Steve sighed leaving (y/n) stood alone in her bedroom. Her sleeve covered hands reached up to wipe away tears from under her eyes. Once the headlights from Steve’s car were completely out of view Eddie hopped down from the tree running back around to the front door.

He makes sure to give it a couple of minutes taking a few deep breaths before knocking on the door. There’s a long pause as (Y/n) makes her way downstairs and to the front door. From where he stands Eddie can see her peaking through the side window to see who’s at the door. He doesn’t miss the way she seems to light up a little seeing him even if she is a bit confused. Not long after the door swings open.

“Hey Eds what’re you doing here?” She questions with a small head tilt. “What a warm welcome.” He teases with a smirk. (Y/n) smiles a bit shaking her head. “You know what I mean.” She said gesturing for him to come in. Eddie steps into the house, and he’s honestly a little impressed with how casual he manages to be for once. He takes a seat on the couch while (Y/n) remained standing only moving closer to the couch.

“Just hadn’t seen you all week thought I’d drop by, got all the way here before I realized you probably have plans with Steve or something sorry I didn’t call.”

“Don’t apologize I’m glad you’re here actually. And you know you’re welcome anytime no matter what.”

“Glad to hear it sweetheart.”

“Where’s the van?”

“Parked it down the road. Wasn’t sure if your parents would be cool with me stopping by so late, but then I remembered it’s the second Saturday of the month, so they’re having dinner and drinks with the Peterson's.”

“You remembered correctly Munson.”

He doesn’t miss the way her eyes stay trained on the window still keeping an eye out for the nonexistent intruder. “Sweetheart what’s going on?” Eddie questioned. Her eyes shift from the window back to Eddie. “It’s nothing I’m just being dumb.” She sighed looking down at her feet. Eddie decided to be bold gently grabbing her hand and carefully pulling her to the couch next to him.

“Clearly it’s not, talk to me.” He insisted gently. “It’s really not a big deal Eds definitely not something you need to worry about.” She tries to insist one last time. This is working out even better than he hoped Steve has made her doubtful about everything. “If it’s bugging my best friend it worries me so talk.” Eddie pressed. (Y/n) took a breath leaning her head fall against Eddie’s shoulder.

“Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?”

“Uh only on a daily basis.”

“Eds be serious please.”

(Y/n)’s tone is amused as she lightly shoves Eddie’s arm. She seems lighter by the second like Eddie relaxes her with his very presence. “Alright what’s got you feelin so crazy then?” He asked grabbing her hand in his own. “It's just that- well I think there’s someone watching me like stalking me or something.” (Y/n) finally explains. Eddie furrows his brow turning his head to look at her more.

“Sweetheart you serious? How long has this been going on?”

“I don’t know a week or so?”

“And you’ve just been dealing with this alone?”

“Well I told Steve, and he was being so great coming over and checking things out, but I just got on his nerves. I mean I get it poor guy was getting dragged over here like every other night. I’d think I was crazy too.”

“You were scared you had a right to call him. I mean I know I don't have a lot of experience but isn’t that part of the whole boyfriend deal?”

“I guess I don't know I just think he got tired of rushing over here so much.”

“So was this creep here tonight? Did Harrington find anything?”

“He’s never found any sign of the guy he didn’t bother to look this time.”

“So for all we know there's someone still sneaking around your yard? I mean Steve didn’t bother to look around at all?”

“No he came over again, and we had this huge fight. He was still pretty frustrated when he left.”

Eddie let out a small annoyed exhale. “Sweetheart you shoulda come to me, I would’ve come over and scared this fucker off.” Eddie insisted. “Yeah so I could be a burden to my boyfriend and my best friend, god I’m pathetic.” (Y/n) groaned burying her face in her hands. Eddie got up from the couch and moved so he was kneeling in front of her. He carefully grabbed her hands pulling them away from her face and gently holding them in his own.

“Hey none of that you could never be a burden to me ever understand? Second of all if there’s someone bothering you I want to know. We’ve been best friends for a long time right?”

“Yeah Eds we have.”

“And we take care of each other right?”

“Yeah of course.”

“Like when you broke Tommy’s nose for dumping his lunch on me?”

“He had that coming for a while.”

“Yeah he did. Or how about before I moved in with Wayne and my old man would come home drunk who would patch me up?”

“Me Eds me didn’t deserve all that shit.”

“My point is that you have my back, and I've got yours. If there’s some creep freaking you out I want to know, so I can take care of it.”

“I don’t want to be any trouble Eds especially not to you.”

“Taking care of you is never trouble. Not to me ‘kay?”

A look of relief washes over (Y/n) as she looks down at Eddie. “Thanks Eddie.” She smiles wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “No problem princess. Why don’t you stay put I'm gonna have a look around outside just in case.” Eddie instructs forcing himself from (Y/n)’s arms. She shoots up grabbing onto Eddie’s arm.

“You really don’t have to do that you can just act like I didn't say anything it's not a big deal!” (Y/n) tries to reason. Eddie shakes his head making his brown waves bounce. “No can do Sweetheart what kind of a best friend, nay what kind of man would I be if I let some prowler sneak around your yard? Fear not Eddie the banished will save the day.” Eddie says in one of his dnd voices. (Y/n) smiles again sliding her hand down to his own.

“You get comfortable I’ll take a look around and be right back.” Eddie promised kissing her forehead quickly. “Thanks Eddie!” (Y/n) smiled releasing his hand. Eddie snagged a flashlight from the garage before taking off outside. He made sure to take his time wondering around the yard shining the light around as if actually looking for something. Once he had done two laps around both yards he made his way back inside.

(Y/n) had changed into her pajamas consisting of a pair of flannel pajama pants and a familiar Dio shirt. She nervously chewed on her thumbnail waiting for news. Eddie dropped the flashlight onto the table. “Well?” She asked stepping closer to Eddie. He took a deep breath looking between her and the window. “There was some footprints around the tree by your window they looked recent.” He explained.

(Y/n)’s eyes widened but she let out a somewhat relieved breath. “I knew it.” She sighed. “Look I didn’t see anyone but I should probably hang around at least till your parents get back.” Eddie offered. (Y/n) brightened at the suggestion standing up straighter. “You really wouldn’t mind?” She asked hopefully.

“No ‘course not I don’t want to leave you here alone especially if there’s some creep lurking around.” Eddie added. “You should stay the night then Eds, we can have a sleepover!” She cheered grabbing his hand again. This night had turned out to work way better in Eddie’s favor than he thought. “You sure about that sweetheart? I know Harrington doesn’t like our sleepovers.” He asked.

“Yes please stay over I miss you. It would honestly just make me feel so much safer knowing you’re here.” (Y/n) pleaded. “Oh yeah?” Eddie grinned ducking his head to hide his bashfulness. “Yeah nothing bad could happen when I have my Eddie bear here.” (Y/n) smiled. “Alright alright I'll stay for my girl.” Eddie agreed.

Despite the fact that he managed to play it so cool he was dying on the inside. Not only had he managed to help but now she felt safer with him even around. (Y/n) cheered throwing her arms around Eddie in a tight hug. “My hero!” (Y/n) beamed. “Alright princess lead the way.” Eddie chuckled.

In the passing week phone calls between him and (Y/n) have become much more frequent especially at night. Not only had she been calling more but wanting to hang out a lot more. Between the increased sleepovers and rides home Eddie was loving how well this was all working. Steve and (Y/n)’s time together had begun to dwindle more and include much more frequent arguments. . Unfortunately though even with the added stress (Y/n) didn’t seem to be ending things, she needed one last push.

Eddie’s driving home late one night during a thunderstorm when the real plan comes into play. He happens to pass by Heather from school who’s angrily stomping home clutching her raincoat to her chest. Clearly she’s broken up with her boyfriend again and heading back to her own place at the trailer park. He rolls down his window going to offer her a ride home or at least somewhere to wait out the storm but she literally laughs the second she spots his van. “As if I’d ever get in your van keep driving creep.” She scoffs.

Eddie tries to let it go and just drive away he really does. However then he remembers every time this girl has made fun of him or his friends especially (Y/n). It doesn't help that was already having an incredibly bad day considering Steve had insisted on joining in on his plans with (Y/n) this was just the final nail in the coffin. After all she was the same age as (Y/n), if women around her age began to come up dead it would be the shove into Eddie’s arms he was waiting for.

Eddie spots the large pocket knife he brings to sketchy deals resting in the cup holder. It was once a Christmas gift from Uncle Wayne before the two had bonded and gift ideas were still hard to come up with. His eyes flick from the brown carved handle back to the girl sulking down the road. With a deep breath he hops out of the van. The hard rain is so loud heather doesn’t hear his footsteps till it’s far too late.

“I said fuck off freak go-” Eddie doesn’t even let her finish the insult before he’s slicing the blade across her throat. Blood spits across his face splattering his cheek. Heather’s mouth gapes her eyes blown wide. Her hand reaches up to the open wound gaping in her neck. Eddie watches as her eyes roll back and her body collapses to the tar road. Leaving her body where it lay on the dirt road he gets back in his van, they’re off the beaten path hidden away from any prying eyes that could have fallen witness.

A week and a half later four more girls around (Y/n)’s age follow suit. Now Eddie still had a heart so these were mean girls, ones who bullied, tormented, or hurt other people. Ones that people would act like they missed but in reality they didn’t. When he murders the rest of the girls he wears a devil costume made of a dark red hoodie and black jeans paired with a plastic devil mask he had worn last Halloween. Something easy but that will still conceal his identity.

The police are searching, a curfew is set, and the whole town is on edge. “Another murder has shocked the small town of Hawkins last night. Casey Becker nineteen years old was found murdered in her family home, more details coming up.” The reporter explains. The members Corroded Coffin and (Y/n) were piled around Gareth’s living room on break from band practice. Eddie and (y/n) took the loveseat together his arm stretched around the back of the chair despite wanting to wrap it around her.

“Fuck, Casey was in my English class.” Jeff sighs. “This is getting scary that makes five people have been killed.” (Y/n) frowns. “I know who woulda thought Hawkins would have a serial killer.” Gareth responded. Eddie peaks over to inspect (Y/n)’s face, she wears a worried frown eyebrows knit together. The rest of the group gets engaged in theorizing as to who it could be so Eddie nudges (Y/n) with his arm.

“Hey.”

“Oh hey Eds.”

“You got nothin to worry about you know.”

“Yeah I’m sure you're right.”

“What’s got you so freaked about all this? That creep that’s messing with you isn’t back is he?”

“No I don't think so, it’s just scary someone’s going around killing people.”

“I’m sure this will blow over soon. Plus you’ve got your parents, and King Steve to protect you.”

“That would be more comforting if I thought he'd actually show up.”

“Really still? I mean we found proof this guy was in your yard and he still doesn’t care?”

“Doesn’t really matter I’m sure he’d be too busy with Nancy to be worried about me anyways.”

Oh yes Nancy the cause of many of the happy couple’s recent fights, especially since recently Nancy was having all kinds of mysterious car trouble all of a sudden. “Well you’ve got me then sweetheart I won’t let anything happen to you I swear.” He promises. (Y/n) smiles genuinely and Eddie can’t help the pride he feels. “My knight in shining armor huh?” She teases. “Probably more like your dork in tinfoil.” Eddie snorts.

(Y/n) rolls her eyes sliding closer so Eddie moves his arm around her shoulders. She reaches up to press a kiss to his cheek letting her lips linger for a moment against his cheekbone. “Thank you Eddie that makes me feel a lot safer honestly.” (Y/n) admits letting her head rest against Eddie’s chest. “Anytime, I won’t let anything happen to you promise. I couldn’t live without my girl.” He assured her.

Five days later (Y/n) is home alone while her parents are at work. She’s sat at the vanity in her room doing her makeup while a corroded coffin tape plays in the background. It’s Saturday night which means she’s getting ready for a date with Steve. He’s twenty minutes late and she’s already redone her her lipgloss five times. Somewhere in the middle of Eddie’s guitar solo she catches the sound of something downstairs.

(Y/n) puts down her lip gloss listening harder. She listens out for whatever could have made the sound. Whatever it was doesn’t repeat so she goes back to work. The peace only lasts for another minute before the loud creak of a loose floor board in her living room can be heard. This time she shuts off the music.

“Mom? Dad?” She calls out loudly. No response follows.Maybe it wasn’t the best idea but she decides to investigate. (Y/n) gets out of her seat and heads out to the hallway.

“Hello?” She asks out into the supposedly empty house. More deadly silence. (Y/n) sneaks down the stairs anxiously practically tiptoeing. “Steve is that you?” (Y/n) questions peaking her head around the corner. To her surprise instead of her boyfriend she sees the man in the devil costume creeping around the kitchen counter.

Her scream is barely concealed by her palm as she quickly retreats back around the wall. Despite the fear taking over her body (y/n) manages to sneak into her parents bedroom across from hers. There’s unfortunately no lock on the door but there is a phone. Her fingers are trembling as she punches in 911.

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“There’s someone in my house please you have to help me!”

“Okay miss calm down and tell me what’s going on.”

“The killer! The killer is in my house you have to help me please hurry!”

“What’s the address?”

“1019 Elm street.”

“And is there anyone there with you?”

“No I’m home alone and he’s in my kitchen! Please help!”

“I’ve got an officer on the way about seven minutes out. Can you stay on the line?”

(Y/n)’s about to answer when she hears footsteps drawing closer in the hallway. She leaves the phone off the hook but quickly jumps under the bed. The door opens with a quiet groan from the old brown wood.The tears are escaping her eyes now, her breathing jagged even hiding beneath her palm to conceal the sounds. She can see his black shoes stepping closer and closer.

Her mind is racing a million miles an hour her heart pounding just as fast. The man moves past the bed to the closet opening the door in search for where (Y/n) is hiding. All too suddenly the figure is bent over peering back at her from the end of the bed. (Y/n) screams scrambling out from under the bed running out of the room letting the door slam against the wall. The closest exit to the bedroom is the side exit of the house.

Unfortunately when (Y/n) gets there it’s locked. She fumbles with the latch attempting to get it open but unfortunately it’s old and kinda rusty so it’s tricky. Hearing the man moving down the hall she rushes back towards her room. This time she’s able to lock the door on one hand blocking the killer but on the other hand tripping her. She debates hiding in the closet but she has nothing to attack the killer with if he does find her.

She considers going out the window Steve and Eddie have climbed in and out dozens of times surely it isn’t too hard. (Y/n) rushes to the window gliding it open. The old oak tree suddenly feels so tall. Before she can figure out climbing down she hears a yell of her name. The a commotion on the other side of the door heavy footsteps and a loud slam like someone hit the ground hard.

“(Y/n) sweetheart you here!? Answer me (Y/n) please!” Someone calls out from the hallway. It’s Eddie’s panicked voice and even though he’s worried it almost immediately calms her. Eddie could win an Oscar what with the fake scuffle outside the door and the worried calling out for her. “Eddie?!” She calls scrambling back to the door flinging it open.

Eddie meets her at the door quickly throwing his arms around her. “Eddie he’s here the killer is here!” (Y/n) cries hiding her face against his chest. The smell of old leather and cigarettes fills her nose and strangely makes her feel better. “I know I saw him, I came to see you and the door was open so I came in and he was standing in the hallway trying to get in your room. I was so worried when I saw he was here and you weren’t.” Eddie breathed tightening his hold on her pulling her body closer.

He was truly laying it on thick with teary eyes and a fear filled voice. Staying in his arms (y/n) pulled away enough to meet his eye. “Eddie the killer! He’s out there! We gotta hide or something!” (Y/n) panics.

“No he’s gone I fought him off and he ran off outside.” Eddie explains. (Y/n) lets out a huge breath of relief before her eyes catch sight of a bloody gash on Eddie’s forearm. She lets out a gasp holding his arm. “Did he do this?” She asks. “He got me with his knife a little in the scuffle no biggie.” Eddie shrugs.

In reality he cut it on a piece of glass breaking the panel to be able to reach in and open the door. (Y/n)’s eyes are watering and she clings her body to Eddie’s again his shirt balled up in her fists. Right now in her mind Eddie is her hero. He’s Superman, he fought a serial killer for her, he took a knife for her. That was definitely a very big deal. 

“Woah hey it’s okay I'm alright I promise.” Eddie tried to reassure her. This time (Y/n) doesn’t respond she just clings to him tighter. There’s not even an inch of space between them and Eddie woildn’t have it any other way. The sound of sirens pulling out into the driveway catches their attention. “C’mon let’s go downstairs alright I’ll stay by your side promise.” Eddie promised kissing the crown of her head.

The cops enter and lead them out to the front yard where there’s an ambulance and a cop car waiting. Unfortunately they have to give their stories to different officers. The cop Eddie talks to basically interrogates him even though he’s sitting on the back of the ambulance getting his arm wrapped up by the emt. “It’s awfully convenient you got here so fast.” comes out of the officer’s mouth. Eddie just rolls his eyes keeping his stare focused in (Y/n)’s direction.

(Y/n) happens to overhear the cops accusation and practically stomps over. “Eddie did not do this okay he is not the serial killer! He’s a freaking hero in fact! And FYI he can’t be the killer, the killer had on black boots Eddie’s sneakers are white!” (Y/n) snaps at the officer. Eddie looks up finally flashing a cocky smirk towards the cop. 

She’s mad, horrified even. How dare they insinuate that Eddie had done this when he saved her! Eddie of course just sat there knowing damn well his stuff along with the shoes were stashed in a bag hidden in a closet upstairs. The cop mumbled a half assed apology going back to his associate with his notes. The emt finishes allowing Eddie to get up. 

“Ugh I can’t believe him! You’re like a freakin super hero or something and he has the nerve to accuse you!” (Y/n) spits glaring in the direction of the cops. “It’s okay sweetheart really I’m used to it. Are you sure you’re okay? He didn’t hurt you?” Eddie questions. He takes her hands in his own observing her arms for any sign of bruise or wound even if he knows they’re not there.

This makes (Y/n)’s heart ache even more. Eddie’s the one who fought off a murderer and he was checking on her? Again she wraps her arms around him hugging him tightly. He’s never seen her give Steve a hug like this, one so tight and desperate. It makes pride resonate through him. 

“(Y/n) sweetie!?” A panicked woman’s voice calls. Her parents come pushing their way past the small crowd of neighbors that has gathered. Eddie and (y/n) pull apart but she keeps her hand latched onto his. Both her parents wrap her in tight hugs. “What happened?” Her mom frets.

“They’re saying that serial killer was here?” Her father adds. (Y/n) explains detailing the highlights of Eddie’s heroic save. To Eddie's delight the way she recalls the encounter is much more comic book then horror movie. Not for a moment for the entire story does her hand leave his. It’s like it grounds her, makes her feel protected. Like even if the killer came back right this second she knew he would protect her.

Once the story is done her mother hugs Eddie thanking him profusely a bit teary eyed while her father shakes his free hand. “Maybe we shouldn’t go on this trip tomorrow dear.” Her mother sighs. That’s right at six am the next morning her parents would be leaving on a trip to visit a sick relative. “No mom the tickets are non refundable and what if you won’t get the chance again?” (Y/n) frowns. “We can’t leave you here alone honey not now.” Her father responds.

Eddie can’t believe his dumb luck for once everything is falling right into his lap.“She could come stay with us.” he pops in. Both parents light up and even (Y/n) smiles too. “Your uncle wouldn’t mind?” Her mother questions. “No way Wayne loves having her over, she lights up the whole trailer park.” Eddie grins looking down at (Y/n). 

She looks right back up at him with a warm smile. “I for one would feel a lot better knowing you’re safe with Eddie and Wayne.” (Y/n)’s father adds. “There’s no where I’d feel safer.” (Y/n) beams. Eddie’s grin widens even more hearing that phrase leave her mouth. It meant a victory in his book. 

“(Y/n) baby?” Steve shouts running up his face filled with worry. (Y/n) rolls her eyes staring at the ground. “We’ll give you guys some space.” (Y/n)’s mom explains before leading her husband over to one of the cops. Steve eyes Eddie and (Y/n) lingering on their linked hands. “Can we have a minute here Munson?” Steve asks bitterly. 

Eddie is ready to give them some space while lingering close enough to hear but (Y/n)’s grip tightens on his hand. “Eddie stays.” She insists. Eddie just barely resists the urge to flash a cocky smirk Harrington’s way. Steve sighs crossing his arms. “What happened?” he huffs.

“Well while you were busy being late for our diner the killer decided to break in. Thankfully Eddie came by.”

“Where is he did they catch him?”

“Eddie scared him off after getting slashed.”

Steve’s eyes focused suspiciously on Eddie moving from his face to his arm. “How convenient for Eddie.” Steve draws. Eddie meanwhile just narrows his eyes. “Where the hell were you Steve?” (Y/n)’s tone is accusatory. She knows the answer even before he speaks it.

“Look I know it’s no excuse and I’m really sorry but I just fell asleep, I was on the phone with Nance last night and she saw someone in their yard so I came over to check it out I was just tired from being up so late.” He explains. “Of course Nancy calls and you come running, I do it an I’m a burden.” (Y/n) scoffs shaking her head. “Well clearly you didn’t need me you had Eddie here to keep you company.” Steve spits sarcastically. “At least someone’s lookin out for her.” Eddie retorts this time. Eddie and Steve are staring each other down, glaring at each other with a harsh intensity.

“Oh and lucky you that you get to step in and save the day.” Steve breates him. (Y/n) huffs letting out a not so amused laugh. “No Steve lucky me. Lucky me that Eddie showed up. Lucky me that Eddie wasn’t too busy with another girl, lucky me that he actually cares!” She snaps.

Steve is taken back by her outburst. Of course he cares about her wasn’t that obvious? “Baby that’s not- I-” he stutters. (Y/n) cuts him off before he can finish “No you were too busy with Nancy again. Eddie showed up and he saved me while you were busy comforting Nancy.” (Y/n) points out.

“I’m sorry I didn’t-”Steve didn’t even get to finish the apology (Y/n) cuts him off again. “You know what I know on the phone last night I said I wanted to give us time to work things out but it’s clearly not working. Whatever this was is over Steve.” (Y/n) insists firmly.

Eddie and Steve both look at her surprised. “(Y/n) I care so much about you just can we talk alone please?” Steve begs. 

“I don’t want to be alone with you right now Steve, I think you should go.” (Y/n) stands firm not backing down. “Baby please let’s talk just you and me I promise we can work through this.” Steve attempts again. This time he reaches out to try and grab her hand. Before their hands could connect Eddie was stepping in front of (y/n). Practically the minute their hands disconnected she was grabbing onto his leather jacket to keep some form of connection.

“I think you should go now Harrington.” Eddie insisted. Steve looked between Eddie and (Y/n). He opened his mouth to speak focusing his glare on Eddie. Before he can get the words out (Y/n)’s parents interrupt. “(Y/n) Why don’t you and Eddie go up and grab your things I’d like to have some time to talk to Wayne before he leaves for work.” (Y/n)’s father speaks. 

Eddie turned around to face (Y/n) again. “C’mon sweetheart let’s go upstairs and grab your stuff yeah?” He whispered. (Y/n) nodded pulling her eyes away from Steve. “Yeah Eds let’s go.” She whispered. Eddie wrapped his arm around (Y/n)’s shoulders leading her back towards the house leaving Steve stood dumbfounded and angry.

Later that night (Y/n) and Eddie sit on his bed listening to a cassette. They’re halfway through a Metallica song Eddie going on a tangent obsessing over the guitar. (Y/n)’s watching him and listening intently a thoughtful look on her face. Eddie stops mid sentence smiling.

“What’s up sweetheart?” He asks. “You saved my life today Eddie.” She explains. “Just in the right place at the right time, ‘s not like I did anything too crazy.” He looks down even adding a simple shrug like it was the easiest thing in the world. (Y/n) grabs his left hand holding it and playing with the rings that adorn his fingers.

“It is a big deal Eddie you took on a serial killer for me. Give yourself some credit for once.”

“You’re my best friend of course I did.”

“This isn’t a ride home or helping me move you have a huge gash on your arm and could have died!”

“You could have died sweetheart, you have no idea how scared I was when I saw the door open and the glass busted. I thought he got you, that he took you from me. I don’t know what I would have done if I was too late. I wasn’t kidding when I said I couldn’t make it with you.”

“Eds I’m alright, I’m alive thanks to you.”

Their eyes meet and the way she’s looking at him burns right through his skin penetrating all the way to his heart. “So really Eddie you’re my hero and that is a huge deal.” (Y/n) whispers leaning in kissing his cheek only a lot slower this time. Her lips linger there and after another second she gives him another kiss. When (y/n)’s lips move they don’t pull away rather moving a bit closer to his lips giving him another kiss on the cheek. Eddie’s heart is beating so loud he can hear it pounding in his ears.

He just knows his face is as red as it feels. This time a kiss lands right at the corner of his mouth. That one makes him attempt to swallow the lump in his throat and he hates how audible it is. “Sweetheart what are you doing?” He’s whispering even though he’s not sure why. “Can I ask you something?” She completely avoids the question.

“Um sure yeah.”

“What were you doing at my place earlier?”

“What?”

For a minute he worries that she’s onto him. That she’s figured it out and he’s busted. It would all be for nothing if she saw him as a villain. How would he explain that it was all for her? That he wasn’t a monster just a man in love. 

“You knew I had that date with Steve why did you come over?”

“I don’t know, wanted to see you. I didn’t like the thought of you home alone with everything going on. And well I guess I had something to tell you.”

“You’re always looking out for me.”

“You mean a lot to me of course I do.”

“What did you have to tell me?”

“It doesn’t matter now after what happened.”

“It matters to me.”

“Sweetheart trust me it can wait after everything you went through today.”

“I don’t want it to wait.”

Eddie takes a deep breath peeking at her through his bangs. They’re still so close and she’s looking at him with such concern and care. Sure she looked at all her friends with care but this was different. This was clearly a look reserved for someone very special.

“Tuth is princess I have feelings for you, have for a long time. I was trying to let it go and move on but all I’ve thought about with this killer around is you. You’ve been on my mind twenty four seven worrying about if you’re okay or not. And seeing Steve just not take it seriously bugged me. I just couldn’t get over the fact that he wasn’t trying to keep you safe.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Steve asked you out and you seemed so happy. All I wanted was for my girl to be happy even if if wasn’t with me.”

“Eds don’t you remember when you were helping me get ready for that first date I kept giving you an out. I was trying to convince you to ask me to stay. I would have stayed, I wanted to stay for you.”

Thinking back Eddie wanted to smack himself. She did ask a lot if he thought she should go and then tried to even back out by saying she was sick. Eddie was the one who talked her into going thinking she was just nervous. “Well there’s evidence I’m an idiot just ask Mrs. O'Donnell.” Eddie whispered. This time (y/n) doesn’t respond instead moving her lips to his own.

The kiss is slow maybe a little sloppy but a couple second they get the hang of it. One of her hands cups his face while his stay frozen. Part of him can’t believe this is happening. When they pull apart it takes both a minute to open their eyes. She’s smiling genuinely smiling and Eddie has to physically resist the urge to jump and down and cheer about his victory.

“You don’t owe me you know? I mean I saved you because I care about you not because I wanted something in return.” He promises. Sure that was the whole point of this but he also disn’t want her to just see him as an obligation. “I know Eds I didn’t kiss you because I felt like I owed you.” She assures him. “Then why did you kiss me?” He questions.

“I really, really wanted to Eddie promise. I’ve had feelings for you for a long time too. I thought I was okay just being your best friend but recently with everything you’ve done with how safe you've made me feel it just made me realize I wanted more than that. I want to be loved the way I know only you can.”

“You have no fucking clue how happy I am to hear that sweetheart. Can I kiss you again?”

(Y/n) barely finishes nodding before he’s pressing their lips together again. Things go a lot smoother this time both of them a lot more in sync. When they pull apart Eddie keeps his hand cupping her face and his forehead rested against hers. “That was definitely worth the wait.” Eddie whispered. “You absolutely were Eds but I’m really glad it's finally happening.” She answered. 

Two nights later (Y/n) and Eddie are relaxing just finishing a movie. She was dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. His arm lazily draped around her. Eddie thinks this is perfect, exactly how it’s meant to be. The credits are rolling and she’s kissing him intently her hands in his hair while his move against her skin under his shirt. 

It’s going great until there’s a rustling outside. Subtle enough to be a raccoon or stray cat but enough that it could be a person. It’s loud enough to pull them apart. (Y/n)’s eyes flick worriedly to the window for a moment.

“I’m sure it’s just a raccoon sweetheart.”

“Yeah yeah you’re probably right.”

“Still just in case I better go out there and check it out.”

“Eddie no you don’t have to I’ll be fine.”

“No can do gotta protect my girl. Why don’t you grab us a snack I’ll go investigate.”

“You’re too good to me Eds you know that?”

“Not possible but get used to it.”

(Y/n) smiles kissing him again slowly, allowing her tongue to push against his own. There’s a knock at the door and they pull apart again with a loud dramatic groan from Eddie. “I’ll be waiting pretty boy.” (Y/n) teases. Eddie grins bounding over to the door while (Y/n) heads off to the kitchen. 

Shockingly enough Steve is standing outside arms crossed mad look on his face. “Harrington.” Eddie sighs crossing his own arms. “Is she here?” Steve spits. There’s an obvious hint of alcohol on his breath, scotch from what Eddie can tell. He had to drink to prepare himself for this fight.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“(Y/n), my girlfriend is she here?”

“Last I checked she dumped you but she might be around.”

“I want to talk to her.”

“Real shame.”

“Munson seriously let me talk to her.”

“Oh I didn’t realize it was serious let me think about it. Hm um no.”

“This is bullshit how was I supposed to know the killer would show up the one time I was late.”

“It wasn’t the first time but I guess you’re just lucky one of us showed up for her.”

“Lucky you after all these years you finally got to swoop in and save the day. I mean Christ you’ve been in love with her so long I’m surprised it took you this long to manipulate your way in.”

“I didn’t manipulate shit.”

“How convenient you just happen to show up and the killer vanishes.”

“And what does that mean Harrington?”

“It means that it’s really strange that no one but you saw the killer and there’s no trace of him since.”

“It’s only been two days I’m sure he’s just laying low.”

“Or it means you’ve finally snapped. Your stupid world of make believe has seeped out into the real world and you think you can use it to get to (Y/n).” 

“I didn’t use anything to get her. It’s not my fault she didn’t want to be with you anymore.” 

“Oh please like you didn’t jump at the chance to get between us. You’re obsessed with her creep.”

“Excuse me?”

Eddie knows that (y/n) can hear them and that she’s more than likely listening in. “You heard me freak.” Steve punctuated his insult with a harsh shove to Eddie’s shoulder. The push was hard enough to knock Eddie back a step. “Steve you should really go home man.” Eddie says calmly despite wanting to hit him. “She’s just gonna leave you too Munson.” Steve spits words full of venom. 

Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve ready to bite back but Steve speaks first. “That is if you don’t hurt her first, wouldn’t want another Chrissy situation would you?” He bit. “Steve enough!” (Y/n) yelled stomping out of the trailer. Steve’s angry face seems to fall. “(Y/n) listen I just-”

“You were just calling Eddie a freak and shoving him, that sounds an awful lot like shit you’d pull in high school.” She snaps. “He’s bad news (y/n). I mean come on you don’t find this whole thing the slightest bit suspicious?” Steve attempts to justify. “What that Eddie actually gives a shit? That he actually showed up and managed to save me from a serial killer while you were off playing super hero for Nancy?” (Y/n) huffs.

“How was I supposed to know that the killer would show up this isn’t fair (Y/n)!”

“We finished this conversation already Steve this is over in fact we’ve both moved on. I want you to leave!”

“You can’t seriously be picking this freak show over me? I don’t trust him (y/n) I just want you to be safe.”

“Well I am Steve and I am perfectly safe.” 

“(Y/n) please just listen! There’s something not right with him! He’ll hurt you just like he hurt those girls please!”

Steve grabs (Y/n)’s arm attempting to reason with her but Eddie steps forward pushing her gently behind him. “That’s enough Harrington, go home.” Eddie says sternly. Steve again attempts to push past Eddie nearly knocking (Y/n) to the ground. Eddie shoves him back enough to get some space. He turns around leaning down to whisper to (Y/n).

“Sweetheart go back inside and wait in my room please.” Eddie asks even though it's more of an instruction. (Y/n) looks between them but nods. “Okay just be careful please Eds.” She whispers. Eddie nods kissing the crown of her head before she disappears into the trailer Eddie turns back around glaring down Steve.

“You’re going to leave her alone.”

“I’m not the one she should be afraid of.”

“I would never hurt her, you already have.”

“I know it’s you Munson you killed all those people. I don’t know why you did it other than that you’re seriously deranged. But I know you did it.”

Eddie let out a cold dry laugh stepping closer. “Doesn’t really matter what you think.” Eddie smiled. “She’s gonna find out what a freak you are sooner or later.” Steve insists. “Oh but to her I’m not a freak I’m her hero even, all thanks to you big boy.”Eddie boats. Steve’s face falls seeing that he was truly right.

“Now if you’ll excuse me gotta get back to my girl. She made brownies as a thank you for her big hero.” Eddie says sending Steve a wink turning on his heel heading back into his trailer. Steve stands feeling completely lost. He had pretty much gotten a full confession from Eddie and there wasn’t a thing he could do. Defeated he just slumped back to his car and left.

When Eddie got inside the trailer he let himself fall onto the couch burrying his face in his hands. Even if Steve was right about Eddie killing those people the thought of (Y/n) being afraid of him hurting her struck him like a knife to the chest. (Y/n) came slowly walking out of his bedroom. She was quickly sitting on his lap wrapping her arms around his body. Eddie took a deep breath looking up to meet her gaze while resting one hand on her hip and the other cupping her face.

“You okay?”

“I’m alright Eds, are you?”

“Yeah sweetheart i’m alright It’s just- you know I'd never hurt you right?”

“Oh honey of course I know that! You make feel so safe and protected.”

“I know what people say about me that I’m the evil freak who killed all those people despite the case being thrown out. That I can’t get off without hurting whoever I’m with. That I’m the monster moms warn their kids about. But I would never hurt you ever. I care about you so much and I don’t want you to think of me like that.”

“I care about you too Eddie, nothing anyone says is going to change that I promise.”

Eddie let's out a shaky breath letting his calloused thumb slide against (Y/n)’s cheek. His big brown eyes stare right into her own. (Y/n) smiles warmly at him leaning into give him a slow kiss. He spends a couple minutes relishing in her touch in the feeling of her kiss. After all he’s earned it after everything he did to get here.

“I can’t watch what happened with Chrissy happened to you I can’t .”

“Steve had no right to say that. That wasn’t your fault. And Vecna is long gone thanks to you. I don't care what any of those people say. In my book Eddie Munson is the nicest person in the world. You would never ever hurt me. I know that without a shadow of doubt.”

“Just wanna keep my girl safe that’s all.”

“You do my big strong dork in tonfoil.”

Eddie smiles wide pulling her into another kiss. He peppsrs her face in repeated kisses on her lips, cheeks, forehead and chin. (Y/n) laughs at his attention fighting her grip around his shoulders. “Alright pretty boy let's go get you a brownie okay?” (Y/n) suggested. Eddie nodded excitedly standing up from the couch with her still in his arms. 

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✧ Don’t touch!

- order 5 | Headcanons | Second years

Gender neutral

I lost the request but I believe it was requested by @ghost-jams. Ngl I am the sibling that eats my family’s food (no one ever notices). I wasn’t too sure what to put for certain characters, so apologizes if it’s rushed. Thank you for requesting!! (Also I accidentally posted twice)

Reader that guards their food (because they grew up in a big family that often ate their food)

Riddle Rosehearts

• As a housewarden, he feels just a little bit entitled. If he wants something, then he’ll get it. Even with complaints or not. He saw a whole cake in the fridge. It looked well made. He unconsciously took it out of the fridge and inspected the detailing. Now he wanted a slice.

“Yo… YO! RIDDLE HANDS OFF! THATS MINE! I PAID MONEY FOR IT!” You shouted from across the kitchen. You ran over, nearly knocking over a bunch of playing cards on the process, and snatched the huge cake from his hands.

• You growled and he tried to explain himself but you didn’t listen and bitterly turned your head away from him while hugging your cake in a container.

Ruggie Buchi

• You guys would absolutely rough house over some food. He often stole food and got away with it most of the time. He saw you carry in a few bags and slowly put them away. Then you sat down a long, wide box on the table. He smiled to yourself but then glared over at him. “Don’t you dare touch these.” You said before walking away to the bathroom. He could already smell what was inside the box and without hesitation opened it and took a bite out of one of the donuts in there.

“YOU JERK!! I DIDN’T EVEN LEAVE FOR FIVE MINUTES!” You said while running full speed at him.

“You should know, hyenas steal whatever they— OW!”

“I don’t care if you’re a hyena or not!!” You jumped on him and hit him with your fists mercilessly. Luckily, Ruggie was used to that and fought back in the same amount of strength.

“I’m just sayin’! It’s your fault for leaving it out in front of me! You literally brought donuts, why wouldn’t I take one?”

Azul Ashengrotto

• You went into Azul’s office for prefect duties. “Hey, you’re supposed to do a speech in front of the whole school soon.” You said while chomping on what appears to be a bag of candy. He tells you that he’s making his script as they speak and you set down the bag and take a peek at what he’s writing. You give him your approval and go off to find the next housewarden. He stares over at the bag of candy left by you. He stands up to inspect it. It notices it’s interesting shape and faint aroma.

“Put that down Azul.”

“Hm?” You stand there at the door, panting for whatever reason.

“I SAID PUT IT DOWN!” You leaped at him despite the distance and sit on top of him while snatching the bag from his hands.

“Get off of me!”

“Tch, only cause I have better things I need to do.”

Jade Leech

• You left the lounge and tried to leave Mostro Lounge. The attempt was unsuccessful cause of Jade. He asked what happened inside Azul’s office cause of the loud crashing noise. You claimed it was nothing. After asking once more you had any other our burst.

“I have prefect duties so let me go!” You said while swinging your bag in his face.

The hard candy is inside slapped his cheek.

• He couldn’t say he was surprised, in fact, he was actually amused. You quickly ran off at realizing your mistake of hitting him.

Floyd Leech

• He was just curious why you were rushing out of octavinelle and eagerly pushed past him. He sees something in your hand as you dash away. Out of pure instinct, he grabs the bag, spilling the contents on the floor. He giggled as your heart sank.

He inspected it and grinned. “Candy? Never knew you were such a child, shrimpy.”

“Candy isn’t just for children. It’s your fault it spilled.” You pouted as you crouched down and collected what hadn’t spilled on the floor.

• Though when you picked up the bag, Floyd snatched it once again and waved it around in your face.

“Give it back..!”

• Though he stood there mockingly, then took some and put it in his mouth. He chewed it with satisfied expression as you blinked in shock at the audacity!!

“You just did that, didn’t you…?” You said quietly. You stood up and attacked his chest with your fists. You pounded and pulled at his uniform.

• He could barely even attempt to grab you at how fast you threw your punches, of course, they had no affect on someone as strong as Floyd.

Kalim Al Asim

• Another entitled one, but he doesn’t exactly acknowledge it. Anything he sees, he kinda believes it could be his. Of course, he wouldn’t throw a tantrum if he doesn’t get it. Just like now, you were pretty much barking at him.

“Grrrr! Why would you do that! It’s not even yours?!” You shouted.

“Ah… I’m sorry…”

“W-wait, I mean— hrghhh…!” You were frustrated. Kalim’s genuine apology made you feel bad yet at the same time you don’t.

In the end, you let Kalim get just a bit but nothing more!!

Jamil Viper

• It was most likely ingredients, he has no interest in other food with the concern it’ll be poisoned. In the middle of making the dinner, there was a dramatic gasp.

“J-Jamil! How could you?!”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean?! “What do you mean”?! I bought that!” You pointed at the many spices that were now opened.

He looked back at you and guiltily stirred whatever he was making.

“I’m sorry, I had no clue.”

“I sure hope you didn’t know! How would you feel if someone used your ingredients?” You fumed.

• There was much shouting in the kitchen, everyone didn’t care enter and check what was going on.

Silver

• He wanted to practice cooking. It was an important life skill and would certainly benefit Malleus. Though, he has to practice before he’s can ever cook for Malleus. He used whatever ingredients were laying around.

“Silver, what the— what is that?” You questioned.

“I’m making bread.”

“Uh what flour and oil did you use?”

“These?”

“Silver, I just bought that yesterday. I spent my money on that…”

• You felt mostly disappointed than mad. He repeatedly apologized but you couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him so easily (please, he’s sorry).

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[hannah-h-pleb]

Ahh…so I failed at putting out two pieces of writing PLUS, this is later than I anticipated

BUT, I still present you with some brand new Cartman content 😛

I believe someone already wrote about this, but I’m gonna give my interpretation as well because why not. Harley, this one’s for you dear 😘😚 @h-harleybaby

Mad Scientist! Cartman x Assistant Fem! Reader: NSFW Headcanons

Content Advisory: Smut (18+) minors DNI, mentions of blood, hints of dumbification and BDSM, aged up characters

So you’ve gone and fallen for the mad scientist have you? How unfortunate for you, even more so the fact that you’re his assistant. You’re the one who’s there to witness all of his experiments, and provide him with the tools he needs to successfully complete said experiments

This isn’t just any mad scientist however. This mad scientist is none other than Eric Cartman

Mad Scientist Cartman is not what you would expect in all honesty. One would expect someone as cocky as Cartman to barrel into things without a single thought. Incorrect

Mad Scientist Cartman is, actually legitimately scary. Why? Because his experiments are highly calculated and well thought out. When he’s busy conducting or planning his experiments, he gets eerily quiet, and it’s wise not to interrupt his thought process unless you really want to see him angry. The only time he speaks is when he needs you to grab a tool for him, or if he needs you to bring him a bag of his beloved cheesy poofs. Y’know, brain food

Despite how intimidating he is, you admire his work. Day by day you sit in on his experiment sessions and watch as he carefully plans everything out to a tee, and how well he carries himself during the experiments. He really is smarter than what people give him credit for. That and he always keeps a clean work space, even if it gets messy with blood or chemicals

Yes, you admire the man, but you can’t bring yourself to tell him out of fear of changing the dynamic between you two. What you don’t know, is he’s admiring you too. Oh yes, he admires his faithful assistant who always does as she’s told without question, and god you look cute while you do so. His assistant who is always at his beck and call whenever he needs her. He often wonders, what else could he make you do?

Then…he starts getting ideas..

So one day during an experiment on some poor unfortunate soul (please god someone get the reference), he pushes his chair back. You assume he’s simply going to ask you for another tool or maybe something to drink, until you hear him say “You. On your knees. Now.”

The authority behind his voices makes you shiver. You assume he’s joking until you look into his eyes and see that he’s dead serious. You drop to your knees immediately. Chuckling, he stands over you and unbuckles his belt

The scientist lets out a series of moans and groans as he shoves his cock as far down your throat as he can, not caring whether you can breathe or not. Despite being overwhelmed with pleasure, this does not stop Cartman from calling you names, reminding you that you’re just his pathetic little assistant who’s been so desperate to feel his cock down your throat. He’s interested in how much you can take, and his cock throbs in your mouth as he ponders what his next move will be

Once he’s done having his way with your face, he decides to switch things up, and next thing you know he’s got you bent over his desk with his dick deep inside of you and a fistful of your hair. Best believe this man shows no mercy on you either

He wants you to cry and beg him to slow down because “it’s too much”. The mad scientist doesn’t seem to care how rough he’s being or how hard he’s fucking you. Right now, he’s conducting a more personal experiment: How much can you take before you go dumb on his cock?

Cartman only laughs at you when he hears you start to sob. His grip on your hair tightens as he pulls your head back towards him. “Why’re you crying, hm? C’mon, I thought you wanted this. If you’re crying now, you’re in for a long night doll~”

In the spirit of seeing how far he can push you, he really likes to fuck you in the ass and finger your pussy at the same time. Double the stimulation, double the pleasure for the both of you

Can imagine that he’s left you tied up with a vibrator on your clit and left you like that while he resumes his experiments. As much as he hates to admit, the sound of your whiny little moans makes his cock twitch in his pants, it’s almost painful for him, but he refuses to give in because he doesn’t want you to think you have any power over him at all

Mad Scientist Cartman is more than likely into knife play. Think of all the sharp tools he owns. He’s definitely held one of those tools up to your neck and told you not to make a sound or he’d cut your neck open. He’s drawn blood more than once. He wants to know how easily he can make you bleed, and watching the blood drip down your neck is a huge turn on for him

Not only does this man own tools, he owns PLENTY of toys. And he’s using as many as he can on you, from vibrators to dildos to handcuffs. He’s definitely tied you down and laid you on his desk, just so he could pour candle wax on your body just to see how much pain you could take

Oh yes…Mad Scientist Cartman is a huge sadist all the way. But soooome times, and only sometimes, he doesn’t hate when the roles are reversed and he’s the one taking the pain and getting overstimulated, but that’s a subject for another time 😉

Just as a good scientist conducts good experiments, Cartman is very good at what he does to his partner. Having experimented on live bodies, he has a good idea of which buttons to push to make someone tick. He’s interested in how far he can push things with you so that he can feed his sadistic side. You may be his assistant by day, but you’re his whiny little painslut by night

Ngl I feel like I could’ve done better than this but it ain’t too shabby! Might write a little blurb for Kenny tomorrow we’ll see

Love you sillies 🫶🫶

#Harley my love #come get your juice #I love you pretty girl #I hope you like this even though it kinda sucks #eric cartman #mad scientist Cartman #eric cartman x reader #cartman x reader #Halloween 2023 #hannah is feeling silly