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itadorey · 9 months

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𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘

pairing: gojo satoru x reader summary: shoko lets something slip to gojo and nanami loses a whole lot of money. genre: fluff, attempts at humor wc: ~1.2k warnings: mentions of alcohol, lmk if i missed any more very much a word dump, apologies.

"stare any harder and you're going to burn holes into nanami's head."

shoko's words draw gojo's attention away from you, and he shoots her a glare over his sunglasses before turning away.

"i'm not staring," gojo mutters, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. he does his best to ignore shoko's amused looks, which isn't hard when he hears your laughter from across the room. his eyes flit over to you, watching as you toss your head back and laugh, one hand on nanami's arm as he sits next to you. there's a barely visible smile on the blonde man's face, and gojo finds himself scowling at the sight.

"c'mon, don't be like that," shoko chides, holding back laughter as she watches gojo pout. "you know nanami is their best friend."

"but i wanna be their best friend," gojo whines, looking back at shoko when you turn your head in their direction. she waves when she notices your gaze, smiling when she sees your gaze linger on gojo.

"no you don't!" shoko proclaims, shooting gojo a knowing look. "best friends don't usually want to kiss each other, for your information."

"i do not want to kiss them," gojo cries out, hesitating when he sees the blank look on shoko's face. he cringes slightly, straightening up before scoffing lightly. "i don't know what you're talking about."

"sure you don't."

"wait," gojo's embarrassment fades as a wide grin spreads across his face. he fixes shoko with a victorious look, blue eyes boring into her as he leans in. "you said 'each other'."

"w-what?" shoko asks, freezing as she realizes she's fucked up. she fidgets with her drink, avoiding his gaze as much as she can. "no i didn't."

"yes, you did," gojo replies, reaching over and stealing her glass. he takes a sip of the drink, face twisting in disgust when he realizes it's straight liquor. "ew! what is that? actually, don't answer that. it doesn't matter. anyways, you said 'best friends don't usually want to kiss each other' which implies that they also want to kiss me!"

"so you admit you want to kiss them?"

"yes!" gojo says, chest puffing up with pride as he takes a sip of his own drink this time. shoko swears she can see the excess sugar swirling in the supersaturated liquid. "but only because now i know they like me."

"oh god, what have i done," shoko breathes, downing what was left of her drink. gojo send her an incredulous look when she doesn't flinch and she chooses to ignore it in favor of rubbing her temples.

"this is great!" he says, swirling his cup around before offering it to shoko. she waves him off with a look of disgust. "so what is it that they like? my good looks? my strength? oh, i know! it has to be my charming personality!"

"gojo, please just shut up," shoko finally says, exasperation laced in her tone. "okay, fine. they like you. so what? it's not like you're gonna do anything about it."

she goes silent when gojo finishes off his drink, putting the glass down before dramatically slamming his palms on the table and standing up. there's a glint in his eye that makes shoko sigh, and she settles back into her seat, waving the waiter over and ordering double of whatever had been in her cup before.

there's a brief moment of confusion in nanami's eyes when gojo approaches the two of you, greeting you with a bright smile and merely sharing a head nod with him. gojo wastes no time in tilting his head towards the table shoko is still sitting at, sipping on her new drink as she watches the interaction unfolding in front of her.

"nanami! you need to go," gojo says, the smile on his face not leaving as he stares the blonde man down. "shoko needs you."

"she seems just fine on her own," nanami says coolly. he's noticed the way gojo hasn't stopped looking at you since you walked into the restaurant, and he definitely noticed the way his mood soured when you joined nanami for a drink at the bar. he can't help but push his senior's buttons even if it's just for a few minutes.

"no, no, no," gojo says, waving a finger in front of nanami's face. "she said she could outdrink you, and i couldn't just let her talk down on you like that! you need to go defend your honor."

there's a moment of silence as nanami stares blankly at gojo, blinking twice before letting out a deep sigh. he shares a confused glance before sliding off his seat, downing the rest of his drink before leaning in close to you.

"good luck with him."

he's gone before you can respond, and you watch him slip into gojo's old seat as the blue-eyed man takes the stool next to you. he waves the bartender over, ordering another round of drinks for you and a sugary soda for himself.

"how nice of you to defend nanami's honor," you say dryly, the smile on your face letting gojo know that you're not truly annoyed with his antics.

"well you know, i had to save you from those awful jokes of his."

"i dunno," you say, thanking the bartender when your drinks are placed in front of you. "i think nanami is hilarious. he's not bad company to keep."

gojo watches as you take a sip of your drink, blindly reaching for his own glass but not bringing it to his lips.

"but you're better."

those three words are enough to bring a soft smile to gojo's face, and he chuckles before taking the opportunity to lean in close to you.

"oh, am i now?"

across the room, nanami and shoko watch as gojo tries to flirt with you.

"i bet you all the drinks it takes you to get drunk that he doesn't ask them out."

shoko gives nanami a dry look, her mouth twitching at the corners as she looks back to the bar. "you know what? i'll take the bet. something tells me it'll be different this time."

"you know something i don't," nanami says, his tone accusatory as he follows shoko's gaze. he's met with the sight of gojo's arm around your waist, a faint blush on his cheeks as you lean into him. nanami watches as gojo says something, his cheeks darkening even more as your eyes widen in surprise. there's a brief moment where time stands still, and it ends when you lean up and press a kiss wherever you can reach, which just so happens to be gojo's jaw.

"i might have let it slip to gojo that they like him," shoko admits, giving nanami a sly look. he scowls at her, shaking his head before letting out a soft sigh in resignation. shoko laughs at his reaction, already waving her hand to call the waiter over once more. there's only two glasses on the table so far, and nanami knows that shoko is no lightweight. he prepares himself for a long night as she turns to face him, a rare, mocking grin on her face.

"pay up, mr. salaryman."

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savannahsdeath · 9 months

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TEACHER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X STUDENT!READER

PART 1ONE

part 2two

mdni please<3

summary: you stay with your teacher - ellie because youre sure she didnt grade your exam correctly. she turns out to be easy to spend time with, even though youre her student

warnings: 18+ please!!

writers note: calling ellie 'miss williams' kinda cringes me but ig thats how it is.. before yall attack me or smthn reader is not a minor so its all legal also i imagine this is like the last grade of highschool?? i dont know what age it is in usa since im polish and yeah it would be legal for us but maybe not in america so idk😭😭

Ellie Williams was a teacher in your college, most students' favourite. She wasn't boring or too strict although she was serious about her lessons and she always made sure everyone listens. The point is, everyone wanted to listen.

You loved how passionate she is about her job. You could tell sharing her knowledge with next generations makes her proud. The rest of the students mostly liked her for her looks. She was attractive, even for you, especially when she was looking at you from under her glasses. Oh, god, her glasses... And the way she adjusts them with her slim fingers... Yes, she was definitely attractive. And pretty young, as for a teacher. But the way all of those stupid frat boys made clearly sexual comments about her was making you want to throw up.

You never missed her lessons and you were her best student. You could tell she appreciates the way you look honestly interested in her lessons. That's why you were surprised when you suddenly got a D from an assignment.

You stayed after class to talk with her about it. Something was off. You stayed the whole night to do it, with blood, sweat and tears.

You found her in her office, reading some papers. After saying simple 'good afternoon' you sat in a chair in front of her desk. She dropped the papers that turned out to be your assignment.

"I was just about to talk to you." She sternly said, not looking in your direction. "Why are you helping him?"

You had no idea what she's talking about, so you stayed quiet, letting her talk.

"You've always been so responsible - straight A's, making the presentations in time. Did he pay you? Be honest, I won't report it anywhere. Luke wouldn't do that himself."

You frowned. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. What does Luke has to do with this?"

Luke was your talking stage. You weren't interested in him but he was in you and that's it. Your opinion didn't matter. He was popular and you wanted to have good reputation so you allowed him to do... whatever.

Miss Williams showed you two papers. One was yours, the other... based on the handwriting - Luke's.

"Look at the signatures." She ordered. "How did it happen? No bullshit."

They were swapped. Luke's work, graded for a D, had your name on it.

"That's an interesting word to use for a teacher. Umm... Yeah, I don't..." You started stuttering, not knowing what to say. You often helped him out but not this time.

"Just admit you helped him and I'll give you your A. Easy as that." She finally looked up at you. Her glasses reflected the light in a way that made it hard to look her in the eyes, so you wasn't able to tell what she's thinking. Was she judging you or are you just paranoid?

"I told him to give you my assignment since he was staying in your class longer, I swear, I didn't-" You sighed. "He had to... How could he..." You continued mumbling.

"Sh, shh... I can tell it's your handwriting. I just thought you did it on purpose." She said in a reassuring voice.

"Will he have any problems? It's not a big deal, so if we could just..." You looked at her with your doe eyes, nervously biting your bottom lip. The way she was looking at you made you understand why were the other students all over her. You took a deep breath, trying to gather your mind, embarrased you even thought about her in a... romantic... way.

"Okay, my dear. Here's your well earned A." She showed you a new copy of the assignment with an A grade written at the top. You also notice her fingers slightly grazing your hand as she does so. the same fingers you used to imagine touching you in such an intimate way "Now, if it's not a big secret, why are you even worried about Luke? For him, a better grade is more important than you. But if you really like him, I may group you both together in the next presentation."

"No, I don't, it's not that..." You quickly explained. "It's just... I don't even know. He's just everywhere I go."

You could tell something was off when Miss Williams mentioned Luke. She never did speak poorly about any of your classmates, not even once - it's simply unprofessional. But, this time, she seemed irritated, perhaps even annoyed.

"I'm glad to hear that, he's no good for you. He obviously wants more than an assignment swap." She put all of the papers back into her file. Suddenly, she leaned in towards you. Not too close, but way closer than she was before. "You look nervous."

"I am." You admitted quietly. Your heart starts beating fast. She's never been this close before. You both met after classes before and she was friendly, sure, but never this... interested. She made it to the point you didn't saw her as a professor anymore, just a woman, maybe even potential... girlfriend.

"I can help you with that stress if you'd like." She says, her voice barely above a whisper.

You couldn't resist her. She leans in closer, until your faces are so close together that your breaths become one and if it wasn't for the desk, your bodies would be pressed together. The moment she touches your cheek, you can't resist anymore and kiss her back. She takes your hands and presses them against the back of her head, pulling you closer as she deepen the kiss.

You never felt this way before. This doesn't feel wrong, it's... exciting. She's exciting.

You hear a faint sound from outside. Someone trying to open the door.

Miss Williams quickly straightens up: she straightens her clothes, fixes her hair, and picks up her papers. Then, with a deep breath, she answers the knock.

"Hello... Can I help you?" She opens the door.

It's Luke, standing there with a wide smile on his face.

"Luke? What are you doing here?" Your eyes flicked from Luke to the teacher and back again, not understanding what's happening.

"I just realized I forgot my bag at class today, so I dropped by to pick it up. But I see you have company." He looks at you and gives you a subtle wink.

"Oh, don't worry. I was just giving her assignment back an A. The A she deserves." She says with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, exactly, Luke. I know you swapped our assignments." Your eyes lingered at him for longer this time, as you saw he knows something so you tried changing the topic to more formal one.

"I... uhh... no, I didn't do that." He replies nervously, his tone and body language giving him away.

Miss Williams looks at you with an expression that conveys "I can't believe this is happening."

You continue; "Look, Miss Williams found our assignments mixed up. Mine... with your D grade on it... and yours, with my A on it."

Luke shifts uncomfortably, realizing he's been found out. "Oh... well... I guess I'll just be on my way then." He says awkwardly.

"Just take your bag and go before I change my mind and not be so nice." Your teacher said, making eye contact with you instead of him.

Luke quickly grabs his bag and scurries away.

Miss Williams sighs and closes the door. "What a little... trouble maker." She says with a smile. She walks towards you and stands in front of you, facing you directly. "I hope he didn't bother you too much." She says softly, her tone carrying a slight flirty vibe.

You smile and shake your head, even though the truth is he did.

"You should go now, I don't want your parents worrying. Visit me here from time to time though, 'kay?" She smirks, stroking your hair.

"Yes, ma'am." You reply, trying to be playful but failing in your nervousness. "I will... umm... see you at class tomorrow."

"I'll be looking forward to it." She replies, a grin on her face as she stares deep into your eyes.

As you leave, you try to remain composed, but you're melting inside.

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bowandbrush · 2 months

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I?? YOU'RE CHRISTIAN TOO?????

AhHHHHhhh brOOoooo it's so hard to find genuine Christians anymore 😭😭 especially online. I've been too scared to say that I am one cause likeeee everyone always thinks that It's cringe or they don't agree with the same things as me so they might wanna argueee

No, but I got so excited when I found out that one of my favorite artists (Chiscribbs) was Christian too.

You can answer this ask privately if you want. I'm still not sure if I want people on my blog to know I'm Christian. It's been really bothering me though cause I'm not really supposed to be hiding the fact that I am just to fit in, but I already made mutuals with a lot of people who share opposing beliefs and I really don't want to stirr up conflict with anyone cause then it's not fun anymore. I feel like I should come clean about it, but at the same time, I don't want people to get mad at me or to think that I think I'm better than them or smth. I srsly regret making mutuals with those people now though. I'm trying to be more cautious with who I become mutuals with-

Anyways, sorry for likee dumping all this in your ask box. I just have a lot of respect for people who are openly Christian cause it just seems so scary to me lol

YOOOO! This is literally so cool finding so many awesome rise artists who are Christian too! And you don’t have to share on your blog if you’re Christian, but don’t be afraid to share yourself and Christ to others!

God says that yes, all Christians will receive hate one way or another, that’s just the sad truth. Like, I haven’t seen a single Christian artist out there pushing their values onto others who think differently; it’s usually the other way around, and I would know. But we can do our Best and share our art and Love to others, and ignore haters. Pray for them, actually. They don’t know it, bless them and love them as much as you can!! >:)

BLESSINGS!!! 💕💗

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hopefulromances · 10 months

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Hi hi! I’d love to see #55 with some angst, maybe Jamie to the rescue after reader’s night out goes wrong? I love your work, so thank you!!

Hurt/Comfort you say? Oh yes that is my speciality!

55. “Stay there. I’m on my way.”

TW gross dudes taking advantage of reader, insecurity, drinking/getting drunk, H/C I got rlly carried away with this one.

2.4k words... whoops

God, you hated going out with your friends. You'd never been one to go out to clubs and dance and flirt. It was just not your thing. But somehow, you'd manage to let your friends drag you out this Saturday night. Part of you was excited. You'd dressed up and shaved and done your make up just right in hopes that just maybe you'd be the one to catch someone's eyes.

But as usual, you were playing wingman for your friend who always seemed to have a line of guys waiting to get her drinks. You played in the ring of condensation that was left on the bar as your friend, Sasha, chatted with some other guy.

"Oh, I really shouldn't let my friend but I am flattered," She chirped, grabbing onto your arm to pull you close.

You gave the man a short wave. He rolled his eyes at you and directed his attention back towards Sasha. You frowned as you watched him flirt with her. You wanted that so badly. You wanted to be the person that people longed for when they walked into a room. You wanted to be wanted and loved so bad. You shrugged Sasha's arm off of you as you departed from the bar.

You just needed to get some air, get your head straight, not be Sasha's excuse to not get laid for like 10 minutes. You went onto the back patio where a smaller crowd was formed. At least it wasn't nearly as stuffy back here.

"Hey." You noticed a guy next to the door, raising his drink towards you. You looked around to make sure he was actually looking at you. "Yeah, I'm talking to you!"

You cringed at yourself, trying to play off your insecurity. "Oh, sorry! I was just making sure. What's up?"

He laughed at me, but not in a mean way. You blushed and moved over to lean against the wall next to him.

"I'm Jason," Jason's voice was posh. You could tell he was from the city just from the way he walked.

"(Y/N)" You replied, holding out your hand from him to shake. "And I for one am not enjoying whatever remix this DJ has going."

And that started a quite pleasent conversation with Jason. Eventually, you forgot about Sasha, just focusing on this guy who's attetntion was on you. Maybe was a little shallow to want attention but man did it feel good to have eyes on you for once.

He bought me drinks and made me laugh and that was all you needed. Eventually, you started getting a little more than tipsy, leaning more against Jason than the wall.

"No, seriously! I'm telling you!" You giggled, grabbing his arm. "I work for AFC Richmond and I'm super tight with the team."

"There is no way a girl like you is friends with AFC Richmond, tell me the name of their kitman."

"Wiliam!! Will Kitman the Kitman!"

"That's a made up name!"

You laughed, hard, taking another long sip of whatever drink he'd given you. You cringed at the taste, the mix being more alcohol than anything else.

"Holy shit, what is this?" You asked, holding the drink away from you.

"My favorite, you'll like it," He brushed you off, shifting so he was standing in front of you. "Drink up."

He took your hand and pushed the drink back towards you, forcing you to take another sip. You sputtered, pushing the drink away. He smiled at you, his eyes suddenly turning dark.

"You're gorgeous, did you know that?" He murmured, moving his arms to cage you into the wall. Normally, you would've blushed at such a comment and physical movement but right now, it was setting off alarm bells. Unfortunately, the alcohol in your system was slowing your movements.

"Wha- stop..." You put your hands up to push at his chest but it was weak. He leaned in, seemingly to kiss you but you brought a hand up to push his face away.

"C'mon, it'll feel good," he insisted, grabbing your hand and pinning it against the wall. Again, he started to lean in. This time, you felt some sembalnce of strength and wiggled out from his grasp. He fell forward, stumbling into the wall. "Goddamit!"

"I told you to stop," you told him, putting distance between you and him.

"Fuck, look, I was just trying to get you off your friends side. Can't you just give a little?" He told you. You furrowed your eyebrow, trying to understand what he was saying.

"What do you-"

"If I can't flirt with her I might as well get something tonight! Even if it is from her desperate friend."

Your blood ran cold as you finally realized what he meant. He was friend with the man flirting with Sasha. Sent to distract you while he took Sasha home. He wasn't actually into you at all. You felt your lip begin to quiver but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he got to you. Instead, you turned around and rushed back into the club. You heard him groan as you left but you didn't care.

"(Y/N)!" Sasha's voice caught up to you as you tried to leave the club. "Where are you going?"

"I"m going home, you stay, get laid, please," you explained, trying not to show her your face.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, go have fun."

With that you were out the front door and walking down the street. You kept walking, not really looking where you were going as the cold outdoor air hit your face. Finally, you felt the tears start to run down your cheeks as you furiously tried to keep them off.

You slowed, feeling the many drinks in your system start to replace the adreniline. You looked around, trying to make sense of where you were but you couldn't remember how you got there. You cursed trying to think of what to do when one name popped into your mind. It was late so it was very likely that he wasn't awake, but if anyone would come to your aid, it would be him.

You pulled out your phone, 20%. The phone only rang once before Jamie Tartt answered.

"(Y/N)?" His voice was surprised. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Jamie, I'm lost," You whined, wondering how much of your emotion was in your voice.

You heard some rustling on the other end as, you assumed, Jamie straightened up, paying more attention.

"Lost? What do you mean?"

You looked around again, trying to make sense of your surroundings but you really didn't feel good. "I was out... and I was with this guy and he was buying be drinks..." Your voice caught as you felt that lump in your throat come back. "I left and I don't know where I am."

"Oh, love," Jamie's cooed. "Look around, do you see any street signs." You found some and read the corner signs off to him. " Okay, stay there, I'm on my way. Just sit down where you are, alright?"

You followed his instructions and wrapped your arms around yourself. It was chilly outside and the skimpy dress you had worn was providing little warmth.

Was there something so wrong with you that no one wanted to spend time with you? They had to send someone to distract you like you were a lost puppy. You felt yourself hiccup, sending a few tears rolling down your cheeks. God, you were pathetic.

From down the street, you saw the headlights of what you could only assume was Jamie's car and you felt so silly. This whole night was just so silly. He pulled up next to you and soon you saw his body stepping out of the car. You bit your cheek, trying to avoid anymore tears falling as you stood to meet Jamie.

"Oh, my sweets." Jamie rushed to your side to help you stand up. You leaned against him, fatigue and dizziness hitting you as you stood up. "What happened?" You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak. "You're freezin', hold on."

He reached up and took his sweatshirt off, revealing a bit of his stomach riding up under his shirt.

"Arms up," he instructued, sliding the sweatshirt on over your head. Immediatly you were bombarded by Jamie's warm scent. "Now lets get you home."

He lead you to the car and helped you buckle in before running around to his side. At first the ride was silent, with just your sniffles and the soft music playing on Jamie's car filling the air.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?" Jamie finally asked, glancing over at you.

You grumbled but knew getting it out would help. "I was just... out with Sasha... which was a mistake, I should never go out with Sasha, I know." You and Jamie had discussed Sasha in the past. Sasha wasn't a very considerate friend. She like to bring people along just to use them as pawns in her game with men.

"But this guy came and started buying me drinks, and calling me beautiful, and laughing at my jokes." My mouth started to feel heavy again as the embarassment and disappointment hit you all over again.

"But then he... started getting aggressive and forcing me to drink what he was giving me. Then he tried to... tried to like force me to kiss him. And when I told him to stop he told me he was just there to distract me so Sasha could sleep with his friend. He wasn't even interested in me. I was just Sasha's 'desperate' friend."

You looked out the window, scrunching your mouth to avoid from letting out a sob. You let yourself glance over at Jamie. He was silent, his face hard, hands nearing white as he gripped the wheel. He was angry with you. Of course, he was. You had been really foolish tonight and let yourself get into a bad situation.

"I know, I was stupid, Jamie... just please don't be mad at me."

"Mad at YOU?" Jamie's voice was much louder than you expected and you jumped. Jamie pulled over to the side of the road and parked the car. "(Y/N), how could you ever think I was mad at you?"

Again you looked away, trying to avoid his gaze. This time, Jamie reached over and pulled your chin back to face him. You looked at him with big eyes, the tears in them making them look even bigger. Jamie hated seeing you like this. He wanted to kill that guy. He softened his gaze and moved his hand so he was stroking your rjaw.

"I could never be mad at you," He told you, his voice much softer now. You leaned into his hand and Jamie gazed at you. You closed your eyes for a second, resting in Jamie's embrace, only, when you opened your eyes, you weren't in Jamie's car anymore, you were in your bed. And it was morning.

You blinked and suddenly your head started to hurt like a motherfucker.

"Fucking hell," You cursed, bringing your hands up to hold your head.

You trotted out of your room and into your bathroom to grab some medicine. Then you walked out into the living room only to yelp when you saw Jamie laying on your couch. You covered your mouth quickly, but the damage was already done. Jamie eyes opened and he looked up at you.

"Fucking hell, (Y/N)," He grumbled, sitting up. "You always this loud when your hungover?"

"Shit, sorry, Jamie." I squeaked out, walking over to the kitcen to grab some water.

"S'alright." He got up and came into the kitchen, helping me reach a cup without having to climb on my counter. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," you responded, finally taking the tylenol. You stopped to try and remember the night before. "Did you... pick me up off the street?"

"Yeah..." Jamie voice was quiet in his reply. You tried to remember why you was on the street. Then it hit me.

"Oh." You leaned against the counter, the wind suddenly knocked out of me. You started biting the dry skin on your lips. "Sorry."

"There you go again," Jamie scoffed, shaking his head. "Apologizing for shit you don't need to."

"Sorry."

"Stop apologizing!"

You were silent.

"You want to apologize again, don't you?"

"Yeah, kinda."

He laughed at you. His laugh was such a wonderful noise.

"You're hopeless, you know that?" He looked down at you. "You alright?"

You shrugged. Though you weren't as intoxicated as you were last night, meaning you could control your tears better, you were still pretty hurt by the events.

"I guess I should just expect that by now. I'm just not... what people want," you sighed, crossing my arms.

"That's bullshit." Jamie's response was much harsher than you expected. "Don't let the opinions of a few, fuckin', twats, let you think that you're not worth love. Cause you're... you're so amazing."

"Jamie what-"

"You're fit as fuck, (Y/N), and funny and smart. Its too much for some people to handle but don't let that confuse you. You're everything to me."

"Jamie."

"And you're who I think about the most, who I look for when I walk into a room. You drive me mad. And to think that some dickhead out there made you feel uncomfortable or less than... man I want to punch his face in."

"Jamie."

"I know this is a lot but I need you to know how I feel about you. I don't expect you to like me back or anything but I-"

Not able to take it anymore, you reach up and grab Jamie by the collar, bringing him in to slam your lips against his. He was shocked at first, but quickly reciprocated, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other to cradle the back of your head, pulling you flush against him.

What was it Roy had said? 'Struck by fucking lightening?' Yeah that's how this kiss felt. His lips moved against yours as he pressed you into the counter. He pulled away, pressing a few short, chaste kisses to your lips before resting his forehead against yours.

"Hey Jamie?"

"Yeah?"

"I like you too."

He grinned, a beautiful, cheek spiltting grin that forced you to smile back. Then he kissed you again. Washing away all the fear and insecurity that Jason had given you the night before. It was just you and Jamie. Jamie and you. Forever.

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sophieinwonderland · 4 months

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r/FakeDisorderCringe doesn't know what biblical canon is, atheists are offended by saying God is plural, and other people casually throwing out some blasphemies and ableism!

👎

For uncreative title.

Atheists Pretending To Be Deeply Offended...

So, let me guess, you're not actually Christian are you?

Those guys sure aren't.

So weird how people pretend to be offended over a religion they aren't even a part of.

(Let's be real though, that's most of the tulpa discourse.)

Oh... you considered converting.

That clearly gives you a say in this conversation. /s

Meanwhile, my host actually lived the religion. He was Christian through his teenage years, and as a child helped his mom teach Sunday School and went to sleep every night on a Noah's Ark pillow.

Sorry, I distracted from your point. We're thieves stealing from a religion. 🙄

Okay, let's talk "canon!"

I just... I LOVE this whole conversation! 🤣

THIS is actual cringe.

Does anyone see the issue here?

I'll let u/AdSuccessful3533 spell it out. Possibly the only person with sense in the thread.

It's not just Catholic Canon either, but Biblical Canon! Like, there's a whole Wikipedia article on it!

The sheer self-righteous ignorance of r/Fakerdisordercringe (and r/systemscringe) never ceases to amaze me.

All of these people so bent out of shape over the use of "canon" to describe biblical text as if that's not been in use for hundreds of years!

"Something a middle schooler would say."

The Heresies!

That's correct. This is NOT the modalism heresy.

Modalism suggests God is a single unified being who reveals himself in different forms. God being plural would mean that God is three beings in one. This is completely in-line with the views of Trinitarianism.

An example of the modalism heresy would be more like this...

Comparing God to Optimus Prime, arguing that they're just different forms like Optimus Prime in a truck form vs him in a robot form, is modalism.

But if modalism isn't enough, we've got some tritheism too!

Besides the tritheism... it's really hard to take people who are calling tulpas appropriative seriously when they don't even know basic facts about the most popular religion in the world.

Also, the part about System not being a term for a person with DID is technically correct. System is, rather, the term used for the total collection of all the alters. But it is very much a term used by psychologists and it's accurate to refer to the Trinity as a system in this way.

Also, if the Tritheism bothers you, don't worry! We're going to go right back to modalism.

The H2O metaphor is controversial for the same reason as comparing God to Optimus Prime. It suggests God is simply changing form to become these different things.

Miscellaneous

Can you show me that rabbit hole?

I'm the one who Tweeted that, and have NEVER been on the OSDD sub.

Who do you think I am?

No... it definitely doesn't sound right. Religion shouldn't just be a thing for neurotypicals.

If one believes in God, then surely God made all people, including those of us who have mental illnesses. Why should Christianity and biblical references be kept away from people with mental illness other than ableism?

I mean, if by in peace, you mean without endogenic systems, then no. You can't.

We're here and we aren't going away. Ever.

And we exist in all spaces, including in your churches and your religious communities. And Christian systems shouldn't be expected to hide who they are because our existence bothers bigots like you.

We're going to share this world, and we're going to share spaces. And that includes churches and religious spaces too. Deal with it. 🤷‍♀️

Acknowledgements:

I would like to thank everyone at r/fakedisordercringe for giving me the free material. For a subreddit that's designed to laugh at people for supposed "cringe," you all sure are a goldmine for it! 😜

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Calamity, Catastrophe and Calliope Chapter Three:

A/N: 🚨 age gap, power imbalance relationship. Bucky is 35 and Reader is early 20s, parental angst, descriptions of sex and body parts. I think that it's. My new year resolution is to finish unfinished fics (try saying that ten times fast, lol. 😉) 🚨 As always any mistakes are mine and MINORS DNI 🛑 Hearts, likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated. Happy Reading! 📚

She's the President's daughter, for God's sake.

What the hell is wrong with you? Control your dick and focus on the job and not fucking her at the first opportunity. I silently berate myself as I follow Y/N down the long hallway that leads to her parents sitting room in the main residence. I can't stop thinking wildly inappropriate thoughts. I can still taste her on my tongue. I can still see her perfect pussy. She walks ahead of me in skintight jeans and a loose bohemian top that is falling off of one of her shoulders. Her every movement is tempting me with her willing body. I can't wait to discover the hidden treasures of her incredible body.

Protecting Y/N every night has put my love life on the back burner. I can't remember the last time I stepped into Seven, the underground club where men like me can find willing participants to satisfy their needs. Tomorrow night will be the first time that I've had off in 6 months, and I've never needed it more.

Things with Y/N have gotten out of control. I need to unleash all of this pent up frustration with someone who won't cost me my career and my sanity.

I take a deep breath. I can practically feel her coming on my fingers. But the thought doesn't settle me as much as I thought it would, because all I can see is Y/N bent over and breathless, skin turning pink and begging for my cock like she was moments ago.

I'm royally screwed, I let go of the breath that I was holding. We're greeted by another secret service agent as we approach her parents sitting room. He nods in my direction before focusing his attention on Y/N.

"Good evening, Ms. L/N. They're expecting you." A practiced smile slips on Y/N's face. "Thank you."

I move around her and open the door for her, I sense her tension as she steps over the threshold. Making sure that she's inside, I grasp the door handle, meeting the President's eyes as I start to close the door.

"I'll be right outside if you need me, sir."

He lifts his hand to stop me. "I'd like it if you stayed, Barnes. This conversation is pertinent to you as well." I stop in my tracks. This can't be good.

I give him a hesitant nod and resume my normal position behind Y/N. From my vantage point, I can feel her discomfort. She's clenching her fists, and her foot is tapping out of nervousness.

Sitting nearby, Y/N's mother is staring at her with a hard look on her face. The only thing that they have in common is their eye color.

"Oh, for goodness sake, Y/N, stop slouching.

Y/N immediately straightens up in her chair. "Sorry, Mother." I cringe at her apology. I'll never understand her parents as long as I live. Their political ambitions have always been the main priority, I get the sense that they don't care about their daughter. They constantly critique her so I'm not surprised that she acts like she does.

"What are you wearing? Honestly, Y/N, it's like you thrive on being an embarrassment to your father and I."

I bite my tongue, fighting the urge to defend her. Y/N's mother is much much more than the First Lady. She's bold and demanding, she wields her power and title as an intimidation tactic. That doesn't work on me. I'll protect Y/N at all costs, but I'm not afraid of the FLOTUS. I'm not her lackey who she can boss around.

"Give it a rest." The President focuses his attention on his daughter for the first time since she's stepped foot into the room. I wait for his gaze to soften, but it doesn't. They remain as cold and vacant as the day we first met. "Your mother and I have some very important news to share with the both of you." Y/N slides to the end of the chair. "What news?"

"I've just spoken with the President of Georgetown University. I called in some favors, and I've gotten them to fast track your admissions into their pre law program."

She abruptly stands up. "What? You can't do that! I'm not leaving NYU!"

"Sit. Down. Now." The President grits out.

Y/N hesitates for a second, then slowly sits back down in her chair. "Please don't do this to me. I'm begging you. I start my internship at the Metropolitan this spring. I cannot pass up the opportunity. I'm the youngest art history major who's ever earned that internship."

He lets out a mirthless chuckle. "You didn't earn it. They gave it to you because of who your parents are. Besides, you've wasted enough time messing around in New York. You're twenty years old Y/N. Now is the time to start getting serious. I think that we're all in agreement that a reputable law degree is more influential than a degree in water colors."

I see her knuckles turn white. "Art is a reputable degree. I've been working towards my goal for almost two years."

Her father narrows his eyes. Y/N visibly shrinks into her chair.

"This isn't up for discussion. The arrangements have already been put in place. You're mother and I have secured you a very nice apartment in downtown D.C. at Skyline Towers."

I nearly choke on his words. Skyline Tower is my apartment building and he knows that. I make my face expressionless, making eye contact as he finishes speaking.

"Agent Barnes current address is in that building. We'll feel much better knowing that he's nearby in case you need him."

"I'm not a child. I don't need anyone babysitting me."

"Whether you like it or not, Y/N, you are the first daughter. We will not tolerate disobedience or your ungrateful behavior. You are my daughter and you will act accordingly." The President's tone leaves no room for disagreement.

Y/N stands and bolts from the room, tears streaming down her face. I was uncomfortable before but now my anger is bubbling under my cool demeanor at seeing her upset. I start to follow behind her but when the President speaks, you listen.

"A word, Barnes." He turns to his wife. "Will you excuse us?" She stands and straightens her slacks, lifting her chin up in an attempt to appear aristocratic. "Fine, but remember, we're supposed to have dinner with the Paulsons in an hour."

"Yes, I remember. This shouldn't take very long." She nods and strides out of the room. I watch as the President walks over to the antique bar across the room and pours himself a hearty drink.

"How are you and Y/N getting along?" I keep my voice neutral. "Things are going fine, sir." The side of his mouth lifts in what I think is his attempt at smiling. "You don't have to sugarcoat anything for me, son. I know exactly what my daughter is like, she's a firecracker. I'm quite sure that she keeps you and Clarence on your toes."

"Between the two of us, we manage just fine sir." He nods his head at me as he pours himself another drink from a crystal decanter. "You've both been doing a remarkable job of keeping her antics out of the press. Especially you, having to deal with her nighttime activities. Don't get me wrong, Clarence is a fine agent, but he has a soft spot for Y/N. He acts very fatherly towards her." I watch as he takes a drink of his expensive bourbon, studying me hard before carrying on. "You, however have your fingers on the pulse of this city. You're young. Thirty five, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Whether you're aware of it or not, that's the main reason why I insisted on you being assigned to my daughter. Your youth gives you a leg up over the other agents. You know what people her age are thinking, which gives you the ability to be one step ahead of her without her being aware. That's the main reason why we secured her an apartment in your building."

He stops to take another drink.

"As you're well aware of, this is a critical time for me. All eyes are on me and by extension my family. I simply cannot afford the risk of my approval rating." He gives me a pointed stare. "I trust that you understand the implications?"

I sure do. You want me to be on call 24/7. "Yes, Mr. President."

"Very good." He downs the rest of his drink and motions with his hand to dismiss me. "That's all. Tell Marcus outside that Mrs. L/N and I will be ready shortly."

"Yes, sir." I leave after relaying the President's message, I start walking towards Y/N's room. Agitation drives me forward. I can't believe that they're moving her into my building.

I round the final corner, I'm met with a heart wrenching sound. Y/N's crying. Even from outside of her room, I can't deny it.

Shit.

I can't deal with this now. Crying never solves anything. She should be angry instead. I can relate to anger. I can teach her to harness it, to control it in ways that would bring pleasure instead of pain. Suddenly, the thought of her nude body bound and gagged flashes before my eyes. I can visualize the thin strips of leather holding her wrists above her head as I suck on her full, perky tits. I can see her skin turning that delectable shade of pink.

I try to ignore my arousal and resume my normal stance beside her door. I focus hard on the faded red carpet underneath me, anything for a distraction when all that I really want to do is break down her door and pick up where we left off.

I've been hired to protect her, not comfort her or fuck her. It's not my job or my style to be nurturing or compassionate to her, but I am. Punishing her or turning her into my personal little play thing and hopefully turning her into a well behaved First Daughter isn't my job either, but that's precisely what I'm itching to do. Every fiber of my being yearns for it.

The longer that I stand here listening to her sob, the harder it is for me to ignore my desires. I turn to face the door and I raise my hand to knock. At the last second, I hesitate.

What is it about Y/N L/N that makes me care so fucking much? Before I make a colossal mistake, I lower my arm back to my side. Her breathing is broken and jagged and my stomach rolls.

I return to my designated location next to the door, feeling like the scum of the earth.

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Hi there! I really liked your post on Chapter 7 and Malleus's actions!

Gotta admit I was one of those people whose initial reaction to Chapter 7 part 2 & 3 was "Malleus divorce era", mostly because of the copious amounts of "Malleus is the physical manifestation of every abusive and obsessive boyfriend they talk about in trauma group therapy" takes I've seen over the past 3 years in the tags messing with my perception of how bad the canon situation actually is but I came around eventually.

One thing that really stands out to me is how, in the first part of Chapter 7, Malleus made the active choice to be a good person and do the right thing. He shut down Silver and Sebek and said "If that's what Lilia decided, then we have no right to stop him" and when he reflects on that time he froze the castle over it's clearly visible he, at that point, has no intention to do something like this again. He has learnt 0 coping strategies for these kinds of situations and he has a week (which is like, a blink of an eye for fae especially) to adjust to the loss of one of his closest loved ones. Most of us find a way to deal with grief in some way because we're powerless in the face of it and the only way is through it but I've seen my fair share of very mentally ill people and grieving loved ones and I can name a handful of people I could see pull this off if they had god-like magical powers. Right now, Malleus's idea of what the immediate future was going to be like is radically clashing with a (to him) infinitely worse outcome that his brain has a week to adjust to, so he snaps.

He's basically the "insanely op magic" equivalent of someone with a loved one suddenly ending up on their death bed and they're told "you have about 5 days to say goodbye to them" so they start suggesting all kinds of insane surgeries and hire a mystic healer who advertises they can cure cancer with crystals and call all kinds of specialized hospitals around the world because they can't process the fact that that person is gonna go no matter what. That's the mental state Malleus is in right now even if Lilia probably isn't gonna immediately die in a couple weeks, but there's still a very real possibility Malleus is never going to see him again.

[Reply to this post!]

i am so sorry that i'm only getting to this now :,3 woohoo end of year spring cleaning

also when i finally found the post that was being responded to, i was reading it and i wanted to cringe so bad. it could have been written better :,3 i'm glad you guys liked it though!

on the first long ask, honestly anon, you nailed it really well. i don't really have much to say because yeah... yeah malleus has never learned to properly cope with grief and loneliness. much of it is due to the way he was raised and the lack of social interaction especially prevents him from getting to experience enough and thus hindering his learnings. and you're right. a week is too much to really process for someone like him. it's hard.

and i'm pretty sure lilia is very well aware of this, so it brings to question why he's in a hurry to leave. which in itself supports the current theory going around that he's not actually leaving for retirement, he's leaving because the senate demanded him to.

for the second ask, weelllll not everyone got to understand malleus' extremities, either due to not reading properly or not getting to read his stories at all. and that's how things went bam during the second part of book 7.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #ask

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sp1drrthwips · 1 year

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━━ ch☆r's req ! 💌❄️

a/n : soz im not sleeping YET

anyways

phoenix x gn!reader ( Romantic )

UHHH I COULDNT REALLY THINK BUT SMTG WITH JEALOUSY ???!!

nah its actually just a secret relationship with her & jake flirts with reader calling those sweet nicknames and phoenix hearing him and comes up to reader and shows off their relationship by kissing them

[ this was so hard to write i cringed so much but ig this is short but hopefully u can make it longer ]

- charlie <3

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natasha 'phoenix' trace x gn reader ; fluff

summary — ( read req )

content / cws — hangman and his horrible attempts at flirting (yes he has his own warning deal with it), hangman makes a suggestive remark about r

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natasha smirked, making eye contact with you as she walked into the hard deck, her squadron pushing past her and right into the bar. they were always here the same time, ordering the same drinks, at the same time of week.

out of all the aviators you had enter your mother's bar, phoenix was the one that caught your attention, she was the most put together, and one of the sweetest. you had spent most of your time exchanging small smirks and glances with her, until she eventually had enough and asked you out. that was roughly four months ago.

your eyes followed her as she walked past you and to the pool table her squad usually hung out at. you smiled to yourself, handing out a drink to a random guy to ignore the holes your mother was probably burning into the side of your head with her staring. she had told you not to fall for an aviator, but she didn't tell you how god damn gorgeous they would be.

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the rest of her stay was the same as always, you'd share knowing glances every time you handed a beer out to somebody in her direction, but eventually, she got up to talk to some other aviators nearby the dart board.

"hey, sweetcheeks, we'll have another round of beers." you'd been called that more times than you could keep score of, and every time it somehow got more bitter than the last. you picked up a couple more beers, absentmindedly handing them off to the man, keeping your eyes locked on natasha.

expecting the man to be already gone, you got a bit startled when his voice came back, "what's with the look, sweetheart?" you looked at him, noticing his uniform and pin that had 'seresin' engraved into it.

"oh— just, thinking." yeah, about natasha you flashed him a fake smile, which you had mastered after months of dealing with men and women flirting with you.

"well why don't you come think over here, i'm sure penny dear wouldn't mind if you hung out with me and my friends for a bit." trying your best not to visibly cringe, you gave him another fake smile, "actually, i've gotta go get some more beers."

"i'm willing to wait till you get back." you sighed, letting out a fake laugh before politely declining and heading to the storage room.

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"hey," now that. that startled you. shifting the crate of beers in your hands, you slightly looked up, noticing it was that seresin guy again. "sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

you gave him yet another fake smile, walking straight past him as he continued trying to make conversation. "told you i'd wait." god, does he ever know when to stop?

heading straight back to the counter, you continued to ignore his comments, acting as if the music was too loud for you to hear.

"cmon, at least let me introduce my friends to who i'll be taking home later." now that made you visibly cringe. it was always the same, some dude thought he was coming up with an original flirting remark only for you to have heard it a plethora of times. not only did it make you visibly cringe, but it also caught natasha's attention, especially since she heard it come from hangman.

placing the crate of beers down on the counter, you agreed with a sigh. you don't know why you agreed, or even followed him at that, normally you'd go over and ring the bell to have him pay for everyone's drinks. honestly, a part of you just hoped that you might be able to see natasha for a moment.

unlike you hoped, natasha wasn't there. instead, you were met with a bunch of —what you assumed were— aviators, that were definitely not natasha.

"fellas, this is [n], who i charmingly swooned with my good looks." instead of the response hangman was hoping to get out of his friends, he was met with snickering and smirks. he turned around, his smile immediately faltering at the sight.

you smiled, feeling a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist and turn you to the side, followed by a pair of lips connecting to yours for a kiss you'd be sure to think about for the rest of the week.

your cheeks flushed and you hid your face in natasha's neck when she pulled away, a shit-eating grin staining her lips — "sorry not sorry bagman, but you're gonna have to find someone else to take home, [n] here is taken."

"go back to the counter, baby, i'll deal with bagman." and with that she let you out of her embrace, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before you headed back the counter.

noticing your mother staring at you with her eyebrow raised and hands to her hips, you sighed, before shaking your head in embarrassment. oh boy, she was definitely gonna give you a lecture later.

#natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace #top gun phoenix #natasha phoenix trace x reader #natasha trace x reader #top gun phoenix x reader #top gun hangman #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #top gun maverick #₊˚⊹ᰔ requests .ᐟ

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I think we got some chemistry between us

Gareth x gn! Reader

Warnings: cursing, being friend zoned, a menstruation mention

Summary: The only person you wanted to ask you to homecoming didn't and when your on the committee a certain someone comes and sweeps you to the dance floor

● I DO NOT GIVE ANY PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BY COPIED ONTO OTHER SITES

The halls were buzzing with mindless chatter about the upcoming dance.

Girls fussed about what to wear and which boy would ask them, and boys discussed which chick would be worth their time.

Boys at Hawkins High were like dogs, they only had one thing on their mind.

All of them disgusted me except for the select few.

“(Y/n)!” I heard a yell and turned around.

It was Dustin, he greeted me with a geniue toothy grin.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you please sign up with me for the dance committee?”

I laughed.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I got in trouble, and now I have to do it and I would rather not spend my whole night lonely!” He whined.

I shook my head.

“Let me think about it okay, Dusty.”

“Okay, but please (y/n)!”

The bell rang, and I turned on my heel, walking to my next class.

“See ya at lunch!”

Ugh, of course my next class had to be chemistry and of course I had to share it with Gareth.

He was a year older than me.

He flunked last year, and now he's redoing it.

Now him being In the class isn't what is the bad thing, it's my massive, enormous crush on him.

It's like when he's around, I can't contain myself.

I'm awkward and blushy, and I can't even pay attention to anything but him, and it's all his fault.

But the worst part is that I always make a fool of myself because we're friends.

Stupid fucking friends.

I didn't want to just be his friend, I wanted to be his everything.

Though he didn't see me like that, at least, I think.

It's hard to tell with Gareth.

One minute he'll call me a pet name and then go back to calling me dude.

I wasn't a “dude” though.

I was just hopelessly in love with him.

“Hey (y/n)! What's up dude?”

I felt myself cringe internally.

“Hey Gareth.”

“You ready for the torture of today's class?”

I giggled softly.

“It's not that bad.”

“You sure, sweetheart because I literally have no idea what has been going on for the past month.”

I took my seat and Gareth sat right beside me.

“Okay then if you don't know anything how are you even passing?”

“Cheating off of you, of course.”

I playfully scoffed and hit his arm, he laughed in response.

God, he was so gorgeous when he laughed.

His dimples poked out and his smile glistened.

He truly looked like a Greek God, so beautiful that even the heavens cried for him.

“Good morning class, find your seats! Today, we will be continuing-.”

I could even listen to the teacher drone on.

Instead, my mind decided to occupy itself with more important things, like watching Gareth's hands flex and noticing the way his veins curve.

“Hello, earth to (y/n)?”

“Huh?” I said, snapping out of my thoughts.

“Your lab or mine, sweetie?”

“Huh?” I felt myself starting to blush.

“We're doing a partner project.”

“Oh.” I nervously laughed.

“You weren't paying attention, were you?”

“Not a bit.”

He laughed and shook his head, his curls bouncing.

“Well that's just great, it's your fault if we cause an explosion, dude.”

I smiled.

“I'll blame it on you.”

Despite not paying attention for that class period, it went smooth sailing and me and Gareth actually managed successfully to complete the project.

I spent my next classes thinking about him.

I wanted him to so badly ask me to the dance, I could only imagine him dressed up all nice wearing a freaking bow tie.

He'd hold me while we danced, and he'd even kiss me.

It would be the perfect night.

There was no other guy for me but him.

Ever since I've met him, it's always been Gareth.

When the bell rang signaling lunch, my stomach spinned in circles, knowing I was going to see the boy who plagued my mind.

Already feeling nauseous, I chose to skip out on food and took my usual right beside Gareth.

My heart raced and my palms shook.

The things this boy did to me.

“Ah (y/n) have you thought about it yet?” Dustin asked, sitting across from me.

“Thought about what, Dustin?” Eddie questioned.

“I want (y/n)'s help on the homecoming committee, but they won't give me an answer!”

“Maybe I want to go, Dustin?” I interjected, my heart racing as Gareth turned his attention to me.

“You actually want to go to one of those?” Eddie busted out laughing and all the boys joined in.

“What's so bad about it?”

“What's so bad? What's so bad! Those 'parties' are just a popularity contest meant for total posers.”

Gareth jumped in and agreed with him.

“Absolutely everyone who goes to those things are assholes who peak in high school.”

My heart felt like it shattered.

I should've thought about this logically, there was no way Gareth would ever ask me to something like this.

Feeling defeated and humiliated, I stood up.

“Dustin, I'll help you.”

The boy smiled, and I wished I could share his enjoyment, but I couldn't.

I felt like an absolute fool.

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The next day chemistry came and I dreaded it.

I couldn't face Gareth, especially after yesterday.

Just looking at him made me angry.

Why did he have to agree with Eddie?

God, I felt so dumb forever dreaming about going to a dance with him.

I sat at my lab, my head my laid in my folded arms.

“Hey dude, what's up!”

Dude!

I could not do this right now!

“Leave me alone, Gareth.” I spat out bitterly.

“Whoa harsh, is it that time of the month?” He joked lightly punching my shoulder.

I sat up and gave him a death glare.

“Sorry just joking.” He said realizing his mistake.

“You know what Gareth, not everything is a joke.” I spit out bitterly.

“What?” He was confused.

“Just leave me alone.” I grabbed my things and moved to a different seat, leaving him shocked.

Once class was over I raced to my next class, ignoring Gareth trying to talk to me.

When the lunch bell rang I simply just skipped it, hiding out in the library away from all the boys.

I realized how immature I was being, but I really couldn't do this.

I couldn't pretend everything was okay when my feelings were more than hurt.

Once school was over, I was making my way outside when I felt a hand grab me.

It was Gareth.

“Finally! We need to talk.”

I didn't respond, I just stared at him coldly.

“Dude if this is about this morning I'm so sor-”

“It's not about this morning!”

“Then what!”

“Are you really that clueless?”

“Hey!”

There was no going back now.

“I thought I was so obvious with my feelings. Maybe this asshole poser really wanted you to ask them to the dance.”

I shrugged his grip off and walked away.

Leaving him shocked once more.

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The night of the dance felt so bittersweet.

I wanted to be here, but just in different circumstances.

I would rather not be sitting here worrying over the ice melting for the refreshments.

Although I agreed to do this with Dustin, I hadn't seen him in a while making me think he ditched me.

I stood there sadly, jealous of all the couples dancing in front of me.

“Damn, that ice seems like it's melting.”

I turned to see Gareth.

He was all dressed up, just how I imagined it.

“Gareth?”

“Hey.” He smiled.

“What are you doing here?”

He grabbed my hand.

“Making it up to you.”

He pulled me on the dance floor.

It all felt so cheesy, as soon we got there a slow song started to play.

Gareth grabbed my waist and pulled me close, swaying us to the beat.

It all felt too perfect.

“I'm confused Gareth, why?”

“Because you're right I'm dumb, I've liked you for so long, and yet, I call you dude, I say whatever just to look cool like Eddie but this whole time I should've seen it, I should have seen you liked me, the real me. I know I fucked up (y/n) but if you'd have me, I will make it right this time.”

I smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

He smiled into it and pulled me closer.

His lips fit perfectly with mine, they melted into each other.

I pulled away and looked in his eyes.

“You know Gare I think we got some real chemistry between us.”

“And I thought I was the one who had the good science puns.”

#gareth emerson #stranger things drabble #gareth emerson x reader #gareth stranger things #gareth the great #gareth x reader #gareth x fem!reader #gareth x gn reader #gareth x you

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peejsocks · 2 years

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i just looked at one of your prompt lists and if i could get a "so...if i liked you, i don't by the way, but if i did-" fic for pontius, i would be forever indebted to you

a/n: sorry this took so long anon, but here it is, thank u for requesting <3 (also to my law students reading this, i am so sorry)

disclaimers/tags: fluff. no smut. i know chris lived in his van around this time, but being neighbors is a cute trope and i wanted to incorporate some stuff from the song velcro by single file for velcro anon (my beloved) so yeah <3

prompts: "so...if i liked you, i don't by the way, but if i did-"

pontius x f!reader

There was a lot on your plate all the time, but this week is the kind to test your decision to go to Law school. Not like it hasn't been considered an awful call, the most mature pathway, the best and worst choice that you could've done for yourself many times before, constantly alternating.

One thing you always tried to balance was how much of a corporate asshole you would be.

Can't act like friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, but there's no need to leap down to the other end of the spectrum and become Devil's Advocate in the name of a nice office and an even nicer penthouse. There had to be a middle-ground between a Saint and Patrick Bateman.

That line of thought lead you to your new job.

The boy who lived downstairs from you, Chris, was a very loud talker. There were many nights where he would play his guitar in the balcony and you'd have to argue with him, explaining that it was late and you needed silence to go to sleep.

Eventually you get into an agreement that he could make all the noise he wanted until you came out - "At a resonable hour!" - and proclaimed it was enough for the day.

It makes you sound so stuck up and you hate it. It's probably what he thought of you too, until you eavesdropped on one of his phone conversations.

Well, it was more like being able to hear than eavesdropping. Again, very loud boy.

On a random Tuesday, you're about to shout at him about getting a noise complaint when you hear the word "lawyer" coming from his smooth voice.

At first, you expect him to be gossiping about you, his annoying old-hag of a neighbor. But instead, you learn about a position needing to be filled. With the little you know about him, you can be sure it's not for any big law firm, like the one you were miserably being exploited at right now and not getting much out of, spiritually or financially.

That's the first time in the entire year you lived there that you knock on his door.

His face when he sees you in his hallway is comical.

You can't really see each other from the balconies, since they were directly above one another, but you had crossed paths and shared elevator rides. When you moved in, he had helped you with some boxes. But it's so rare that you forgot what he looked like.

You think his hair is longer now, just below the jawline. Straigher, you could've sworn he had more curls. His eyes are beautifully green. Wow, his nose is prett-

"What are you doing here?" And you had been caught staring, how embarassing.

"I live here." Trying to be humorous didn't make him budge. "I heard you."

He apologizes, promisses he'll keep it down and begins shutting the door but you stop it with your hand.

"Woah, Jesus, what? Do you have a girl in there or something?" There's a little flushing to his cheeks and you cringe, not expecting your second joke to bomb because it was accurate. "Right, okay, I'll be quick. I meant I actually heard what you were saying on the phone, just now. Sorry about that. But I'm a lawyer, and I'm sick of my job, so I thought maybe I could be your girl. Or whoever is hiring's girl."

You cringe again. Social interactions aren't usually this god-awful for you, but the boy is simply hard to read.

"Give me your phone number and I'll text you the details." So easy.

Oh, right, he's trying to get rid of you.

You exchange information, and to your surprise, the buzzing of a phone hits your ears as soon as you get back into your apartment.

And that's how you ended up Tremaine's lawyer, or his right hand, as he called you. It's been just a couple of months but it's already paying off a lot better than your last place, money and 'soul-searching' wise.

The way it works is that MTV is technically your employer. There's a team of fancy suits that go through the bigger stacks of paperwork regarding the filming of Jeff's show, Jackass, and you were in charge of making sure the director's rights and interests were taken care of in the best possible way.

There's some financial supervision, but mostly you make his - and unthankful MTV lawyers' - life easier. Basically, you're supposed to have his back while he runs off masterminding wild stunts.

It's the perfect function, you get to be cutthroat like you were taught in school but for someone who is close to you, and you can see exactly how you help his life everyday. It is also gratifying to know that he is using the free time you provide for him to do absolutely dumb hilarious shit. It makes your career feel more innocent. And you don't need to wear heels everyday.

The crew is all very likable, but you don't actually spend that much time with them. Occasionally, you leave the rented office to follow the main group and watch a stunt, not the gross ones though, being pretty squeamish. You know the guys make fun of you for it, but you're used to people thinking you have a stick up your ass.

It's truly Jeff who you see the most of, constantly on calls with him too. Sometimes you're forced to follow him around for the day while he's directing an episode because the negotiating is more delicate and you need to be in continuous contact with him. On those days, Bam and Dunn tend to mock you by imitating your formal way of speaking. When you catch them doing it, they run away like middle-schoolers. To stick to your role, you hold back your laughter.

What you do most of is find legal loopholes for the shit Jeff wants do in Jackass and locations he wants to shoot at. There's a lot of lawsuits coming in that get settled out of court, thanks to you. It could all be done by MTV attorneys, but Tremaine insists you do it better. It's more work but the praise is nice to hear and it keeps you on the job, so you would never complain.

Technically, this makes Chris your coworker, beyond your neighbor. It doesn't change much. If there ever is a reason for the boys to be at the office around the time you're leaving, he gives you a ride home, otherwise you take the bus.

It's during those car rides you start getting to know one another better. Turns out you're exactly as different as you thought you'd be, the only common interest being a love of Black Flag and more Rock music. Still, you click so well it becomes the best way to relax on a stressful day at work, sometimes rooting for him to show up at the office just so you could spend some time with him.

It's not attraction. Really, the past year of working a boring internship for a generic firm made you crave brainless fun. You felt like you forgot how to laugh, and Chris could get tears out of your eyes with whatever throwaway line about something said on the radio or seen on the street. More and more, you felt like you needed him around.

Especially today. Jeff asked you to sort out an insane lawsuit he honestly had coming, after filming Johnny and Steve-O fucking with surfboards on a random alley and they managed to mess up a fire exit ladder of one of the buildings. Now the landlord was crying in your ears about it. There might be some leeway given how old and rusty the thing already was, and the old man having a history of not caring about his own tenants' requests.

Entering his office, you're met with some familiar faces. Chris, Johnny and Wee Man. "Oh, hi." Out of breath, blackberry in one hand, you move past their uninterested questions of how you're doing. "I think I got that landlord guy by the balls, thanks to a very nice girl who's pissed he hasn't fixed her shower in over eight months. She's hot and single, by the way, I could get her number if you guys are feeling lonely." You turn to the boys and shrug, it's so much fun to randomly step out of your assigned spot of 'serious woman' and confuse them a little bit. Not giving them time to say anything, again, you continue. "I'm grabbing lunch, what do you want?"

The face meeting your agitated energy unnerves you, bad news were coming. "I'm so sorry to ruin your mood, kid. But I really need you to lay base for a clearance for a shooting location, like, today."

"Uhm," Tapping your fingers rapidly on the empty coffee cup your other hand was holding, you reroute. "Okay. I can skip lunch if I have to. Give me the number and I'll get to it right now."

"Golden girl." That's your official name around the office and set, always willing to work that extra mile for Jeff. People thought you were either in love with him or addicted to the job. "Thank you so much!"

Making first contact with the people supervising a location Jeff wanted to shoot at was a run-of-the-mill activity for you, buttering them up before the MTV lawyers could hit them with the heavy legal talk. The problem is your sneaky friend slash employer didn't forewarn you this was a second attempt at talking to the owners of this paintball place. They had seen Jackass, and were not fans.

You're not entirely sure why he was insisting on this so much, a pretty standard establishment. It would be easier to push through if the lady in charge wasn't such a meticulous bitch. That's harsh, but she's also transparently mean when you're just trying to do your job, so screw her. It brings you back to those god forsaken days of customer service work, and tears prick at your eyes. It's past seven pm when you finally give up, having been on the phone with the woman since lunch as she lectured you on the immoral acts of the show's cast and going through every single one of the boys and their personal life choices. When you ask if you can call her on tomorrow, she straight up tells you to fuck off. Four hours of your life thrown out the window with two words.

You have to be a certain type of person to go through with a career in law, and unfortunately it is the kind that hates to lose.

Defeated, in need of a shower and terribly hungry, you're surprised when you finally step out of the small building to see Chris' car in the parking lot. You knock on the window to wake him up.

"Is it next year?" He jokes, face a little puffy and hair messy from his nap.

"What on earth are you still doing here, Pontius? Running away from a girl waiting at your place to kick your ass for not calling back?"

Hair flies into your mouth but you can't do much about it, hands full with an aluminium water bottle, your phone, wallet, backpack and a trash bag - because if you didn't take it out, no one would.

"Ouch, no, I'm the most gentleman. I always tell them I'm not gonna call." Not surprising. "I was waiting for you."

"Are you a debt collector and I don't know?" You walk to the dumpster close by, still in earshot distance.

"No. You're a fucking pain in my ass, you know that? I'm actually being extremely sweet by sticking around to take you home and you have the audacity to be skeptical." The look on your face makes him sigh. "I'm not letting you take the bus this late when I'm your downstairs neighbor. I also got you lunch, or dinner I guess. Just get in."

He opens the passenger door for you from inside.

Surprisingly, you actually ponder if you wouldn't rather take the bus. Usually Chris is exactly the remedy you need after a rough work day, but right now you feel like crying and you really don't wanna do that in front of him.

His green eyes are studying your hesitation, so you collect yourself and step inside the vehicle.

You're quietly eating the sandwich he separated for you, ceasar salad untouched on your lap, when he breaks the silence.

"What's up with you?" Instinctive words tell him to keep his eyes on the road. "You're like, really quiet. Most days I can't make you shut up, or stop singing. The radio is off and you didn't even say anything."

You could've sworn Alanis Morissette was playing, but maybe that was in your head.

Chris was the only one who saw the real you, relaxed and unbothered, singing along to the radio and talking endlessly about random fun facts you memorized for no good reason. He never complained, even if you expected him to everytime. Your quietness was obviously not going unnoticed by him.

Taking another bite of the sandwich as an excuse for not being able to speak, you shrug and rudely spit out that nothing's wrong. He drops it.

Stopping at a red light, you're obssesively playing with the plastic salad bowl and making loud squeaky noises with it, when you notice from the corner of your eyes that Pontius is staring.

"I know what could you cheer you up." Rolling your eyes, you face him. "Hooters."

You burst out laughing at that, the knot in your chest loosening temporarily.

Your right hand covers your eyes, as it usually did when you laughed really hard. When it comes off, Chris is still looking at you, a half-assed smile showing up on his face. You look at each other for a beat too long, your head rolled to the side on the seat, and you inexplicably bite your bottom lip. The action draws your neighbor's eyes to it. A very well known shiver runs down your spine before the Hummer behind you honks, signaling the light was green.

Turning on the radio, soft indie rock music replaces any talking for the rest of the drive.

Quietly walking to the elevator, party boy pipes up. "You need wine right now, want me to bring it up to you?"

You snort. "I know you don't have wine, Chris, we'll drink mine."

The blatant self-invitation makes your face turn a little red, noticing it on the mirror in the elevator, and it's a shame you can't blame it on the drinking yet.

Unlocking your door, you're thankful for being a very neat person, happy to make a good first impression. At least a first impression of your home, since Chris had never been there before, even after becoming your coworker.

Taking your shoes off, you tell him to drop his things by the couch and walk to the fridge.

"I have beer too, if you prefer." A nod from the curiously coy man and you sigh. "More grape juice for me."

As you're unscrewing the cork, your elbow knocks over a glass cup that starts rolling to the floor and in your failed attemp to keep everything under control and catch it, the wine bottle almost slips from the counter too. Saved for the second time by Chris, he manages to grab the cup and hold the bottle simultaneously.

Speechless at how fast things were spiraling today, your eyes shut and you breathe in deeply. Tears are threatening to spill again. "Nice reflexes."

"Thanks, spider-sense." A reference to one of your favorite characters, as you had told him one afternoon in his car.

"Ha!" It's a genuine response. You want to laugh, delighted by the boy continuously surprising you, but you're too tired to fully commit.

"Are you sure you're okay?" It's the first time you hear a genuine tone to his voice. "Just tell me what's bothering you, it might help."

Letting him serve your wine and taking a seat on the small kitchen isle, Chris sitting next to you, the words simply come out. "I hate feeling useless."

He asks for context, so you give it to him. Summing up the long phone conversation you had is not easy, but the long-haired boy listens attentively. "Ok, so she's a miserable middle-aged woman. How does that affect you?"

"Because I didn't get through to her. I can be successful nine out of ten times, that one I failed at is gonna make me feel worthless for a long while."

Swirling the drink, you don't look at him, embarrassed to open up like this.

"Woah, hold on. That's a heavy word." He scrapes the metal stool on the floor, inching closer. "You can't put that much self-worth into your job. There's more to you than that. Don't belive me? I've seen it. You really enjoy reading autobiographies of random people no one's ever heard of before, you watch soccer even though you're american, can't stand when I play guitar and cover your eyes when you laugh." That last one catches you off guard, sure it's a habit but you didn't know it was a noticeable one. "All those small things are parts of you, and they have nothing to do with being a lawyer. So, even if you sucked at it, how could it ever make you a worthless human being?"

The look on his face is so serious it scrambles your brain, so you joke to ease the mood. "Your guitar playing isn't that bad, I just think it could benefit from being less loud."

"Or from actual lessons." The alcohol and exhaustion are getting to you, because when you laugh, your body leans forward and you rest your forehead on Chris' shoulder. He smells musky.

Not thinking, you put a hand on his bicep and sit up. "How about a movie?"

You're forcing him to watch Dr Caligari on your neatly clean couch, occasionally adding trivia commentary about the movie. A total fucking nerd, but he doesn't protest. Mostly, you stick to drinking your chosen beverages.

When it ends, he gets up first, grabbing the wine bottle from the floor and the glasses, putting them in the sink. Pulling on your sweater's sleeve, you open your door and wait for him to put his shoes back on, holding out the worn bag for him.

"Feeling better?" He asks right before stepping into the hallway.

"Yeah, thanks to you." It's shy because it's true, he made you feel good. "You keep doing that." Your brows are furrowed and you're looking down, the sentence came out without much thought.

Chris huffs out a laugh and says goodnight, adding that "By the way, Jeff wanted you to close the deal with that Paintball place because it's his nephew's favorite, and he wanted to get him in for free. That's all. So don't get too worked up about it."

That does make you more relieved, also more idiotic.

After a much needed shower, you're turning over in your bed, hugging your pillow. Your eyes stare deep into the darkness, cracking your brain over the warm feeling in your chest when you think about the boy downstairs. Glancing out the bedroom window, looking at the full moon, you can't help but wonder if he's thinking of you too. For that night, you allow thoughts of Pontius to lull you to sleep.

Waking up in the morning, you're surprised by an e-mail from your boss saying you got a day off. Suspecting a certain long-haired neighbor, you walk to your balcony and wait to hear if there's any noise coming from downstairs. Nothing, so you call to him. "Chris?"

He must've gone to work early.

You can't remember the last time there was nothing to do all day, especially on a Friday. Time drags on as you figure out what to do with it. You watch movies, moisturize your hair, paint your nails, and go to bed at eight.

The sounds of a guitar softly playing wake you up, and the bedside clock tells you it's two in the morning. You think about striding to your balcony and humorously yelling at your rude neighbor, but you're too lazy to move.

As the notes flood your ears, there's a burning in your chest and it's all you need to know. Your feelings have changed.

You wish you had the guts to do something about it, maybe you could be the girl he played songs for. Instead, you shut your window and force yourself back to sleep.

The weekend goes by without any disturbances outside, it's entirely too peaceful for L.A. Inside of your head, however, there's a storm destroying everything in its path.

You're flip-flopping between asking Pontius out and risking your job or keeping everything in until you die and risk becoming miserable again. Speaking of the boy, he weirdly only makes any noises at night now, right when you're going to sleep, taking out his guitar for practice. It doesn't annoy you anymore, it was nice to feel his presence in a way, so you leave the window open.

When Monday comes around, Tremaine has some weird words for you after dropping another lawsuit on your desk. At least this time he brought a cup of coffee with him.

"So, Pontius was here at five in the morning on a Friday to request a day off. For you, not him." You smile into the paper cup, your suspicions were correct, of course. "Whatever is going on, I'm glad you have him. You seem less…neurotic when he's around."

"Oh my god, Jeff, you can't call an employee neurotic."

"Alright, less stressed out. Anyways, I approve. I'm a cool boss."

"Get out." You're both laughing.

Jeff's words ring repeatedly on your ears throughout the day, unfortunately distracting you from work, which means you also miss lunch again.

At least you had time to think about Chris, deciding you should go for it. If your boss didn't mind, there was no real problem. He made you feel good and that's always worth giving a shot.

Jeff's words ring repeatedly on your ears throughout the day, unfortunately distracting you from work, which means you also miss lunch again. At least you had time to think about Chris, deciding you should go for it. If your boss didn't mind, there was no real problem. Well, there are a few, but you're going to ignore that for now.

Stopping by his office before leaving, you're curiously met with Tremaine and Pontius playing with a baseball inside a room with many breakable objects.

"I'm gonna go before you make me clean up broken glass." Your hand does not leave the doorknob. "See you tomorrow."

"Wait, I'll take you." Chris quickly gathers himself to follow you, just as you hoped.

With some confidence sparking up inside you, holding your belongings close to your chest, you start the conversation, "Here you are again. Late at night, doing nothing around the office. Did Jeff call you to tell you I skipped lunch? Is this his way to avoid a 'precarious work conditions' type of lawsuit?"

Slowly stepping to his car, the green-eyed boy rests his back on the driver's side. "Actually, I wanted to ask you something."

"Bummer, I was really wishing for a sandwich." You bite your lip, smiling in anticipation. "Oh well, what is it?"

"Why did you not yell at me at all this weekend?" Seeing your confused expression prompts him to continue. "I was playing loudly, badly! At two in the morning! What were you doing?"

"Listening. You're getting better." The smile you give him is real, if suspicious. He seems flustered. "Is that all you were going to ask?"

"No, not really." He swallows so hard you can hear it.

"So?"

"So…if I liked you, I don't by the way, but if I did-"

"Yes." You cut him off, ruining the moment.

"I didn't even finish my sentence." His hands are in the pockets of his cargo pants, and his forehead is seriously wrinkled. He is not fucking around with this.

"I apologize, go on." Your cheeks hurt from holding back a grin.

"If I liked you, would you want to grab dinner sometime?"

"If I liked you back, I'd love to. How about right now?"

His cheekbones are flushed and he rushes to open the car's passenger door for you. Getting in and giggling at the ridiculousness of it all, you look like kids going on their first ever date.

Backing away from the parking lot, Chris asks, "What do you want to eat?"

"Oh, god, a little of everything. Italian, Mexican, Chinese."

"You seriously need to stop skipping lunch. I don't have enough money to afford three different restaraunts in L.A. in one night."

You laugh and turn on the radio, rolling your window down. "Do you have money for Hooters?"

"Don't play with my heart."

Laughing again, you enjoy the wind in your hair and look at the street lights. Things were looking up.

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lady-wallace · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 12 - Hunter's Moon (JJBA Vampire Hunter AU)

More Vampire Hunter AU for today's @whumptober fic! This one can be read by itself, but if you are following the series, there will be spoilers for anyone who has not read through "Humanity and Eternity"

Bucciarati and Abbacchio decide to go on an easy hunt to ease into Bucciarati's new vampiric condition, however, their quarry proves more dangerous than they thought, leaving Bucciarati gravely injured, and Abbacchio with a choice to make.

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Prompts Used: Red, (alt. prompt 8. Hunting) Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5 Character: Bucciarati

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Excerpt:

Bruno was shivering violently by the time Abbacchio finished cleaning up, washing blood off his hands. He moved Bruno away from the wet hay and tried to make him comfortable, helping him put his shirt back on to offer a little extra warmth.

"Are you cold?" he asked lamely.

"Mm," Bruno murmured. "Seem to be."

Abbacchio pressed his lips together firmly, and took his own coat off, wrapping it around the other Hunter who glanced up at him gratefully, huddling under the warmed garment.

"I doubt I'm really…going anywhere," Bruno murmured. "So…if you want to chance it alone…you can go. I'll be fine."

Leone glanced down at him skeptically, pressing the back of his hand against Bruno's forehead and finding it extremely clammy. "You really are cold," he said in surprise and sat down next to Bruno, pulling him in against his side in an attempt to share his own body heat. Bruno grunted in protest at the jostling, but huddled closer appreciatively.

"There's no point in running into the woods for it," Abbacchio muttered. "It knows better where it's going in there. "We'll wait to see if it comes out again tonight and then shoot it."

Bruno sighed, opening his eyes to look up at him. "I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

"It surprised you, we should have stuck together."

Bruno tensed briefly as a wave of pain went through him before he said tiredly, "I'm still…I'm trying to find the happy medium between knowing I'm physically stronger now, and actually utilizing that in a way that I am not continuously throwing myself into harm's way."

"Oh, so it took you until you become a damn vampire to figure that one out?" Abbacchio asked, not without a little exasperation.

"I suppose that is what got me into this situation in the first place," he replied, then let out a soft moan, curling further into himself. "God."

Leone watched helplessly as the injured Hunter shuddered in pain, breathing through his nose as cold sweat beaded on his brow.

"How bad?" Abbacchio asked quietly.

Bruno let out a shuddering exhale. "Feels like…'m still being ripped…apart." He swallowed hard, eyes squeezed shut as he curled further into himself, heavy against Abbacchio's side.

Leone hesitated slightly before he reached out to rub Bruno's back, trying to soothe, but he knew the other man had to be in a hell of a lot of pain right now.

And he wasn't going to get better this way either. He wouldn't be able to heal himself when he was already so weak. Which…left a question Abbacchio really didn't want to think about, but it needed to be addressed all the same.

"You need blood, don't you?" he finally asked.

Bruno let out a wry, helpless laugh. "It would help. It's hard…to think of that still." He cringed, swallowing down another whimper as he pressed his face into Abbacchio's side. "Blood should help me heal faster though."

"You know you shouldn't feel bad to ask for it," Leone said, though he couldn't keep the discomfort out of his voice. The thought that Bucciarati literally needed to drink blood to survive was still a lot for him to grasp. But he was sure that it was even worse for Bruno so he tried not to let it show.

Bruno looked up at him, red eyes clouded with pain. That was still the hardest thing for Abbacchio to get used to. The fact that he would never see his friend's blue eyes again, evoking so much emotion, either compassion or steely anger. But maybe all of that was still there. He just…didn't like to spend a long time searching.

"I think the farmer might owe us a sheep for our trouble." Bruno replied with a light chuckle that turned into a cringe. "We could say…the dog got it."

"You're going to try to wrangle a sheep in your condition?" Abbacchio asked. "Buggers kick, you know."

Bruno was silent, seeming to consider it. "I don't see another option," he said quietly.

Abbacchio felt a twist in his stomach, because the obvious answer was right in front of them. This was literally the last thing he wanted to suggest, but wasn't it kind of part of the job?

Bruno shifted to try and find a more comfortable position, a choked gasp escaping him. He pressed a shaky hand to his stomach, before pulling it away with fresh blood coating his palm. Leone's heart sank. He was still bleeding, and the more blood he lost…

He took a deep breath weighing his own discomfort against the discomfort the other man was obviously feeling. And coming to the conclusion that he was being a damned idiot. If he could offer any aid to his friend right now, then it was Leone's job to do so.

"If…" he hesitated, biting his lip briefly before he forced himself to continue. "I don't mind," he finally spat, then forced himself to clarify. "If you need to drink my blood."

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 1 year

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Stereotypes and Salt in the Wound

🖤 All Previous Parts Here 🖤

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO/Omegaverse dynamics (knots, slick, vaguely confusing reproductive explanations), mpreg, lactation kink, food kink, gum sharing, sick Dom, masterbation, toy play, grinding, breastfeeding, uncut Dom, top Dom, bottom Col, boys in love 🖤 Rating: explicit

Colson heard the footsteps behind him and he cringed, trying to hide the jar tucked in his arm. Dom already had a specific walk but the further along he got the more he… well the rapper didn't want to say waddled but… He caught when he stopped and sniffed, the scent obviously hitting him and the man tried to hurry to close the lid. Fuck he knew he'd be in trouble. He should have just thrown it out but it felt like a waste and honestly he missed the taste. "Kells?" Oh God, he only used his stage name normally if he was upset. "Tell me tha' ain't… tell me ya wouldn't fink to bring pickles under me roof."

"I didn't!" He huffed, chewing so fast the vinegar choked him and finally he just swallowed a bite almost whole. "Ash thought she was being nice, she didn't know. I was just… getting rid of them."

"Oh, you was getting rid of em? Ya couldn't jus' toss em out? It's like you don't want me anywhere near yas today." Dom could feel himself start to gag, his stomach going sour. He fucking hated pickles before the twins and now it was absolute torture.

The punk was wrong, he was actually desperate to have the boy close to him. He hadn't gotten to bottom in a while and it had really started to become a stress relief. He was getting overwhelmed with everything but he knew Dom couldn't anymore. Not until the babies were out but he never expected it to bother him so much. Maybe he had opened the snack to bug him just a little but he shouldn't punish his whelped mate. "I'm sorry." He sighed, standing up to take the jar to the trash but after tossing it he tried to hug his boyfriend and sent him rushing to the bathroom to throw up. Fuck.

Dom felt him following, the scent clinging to the bastard like bad hairspray, cloying and nauseating. He was able to keep from being sick by the grace of some fertility god and his strength of refusal but he made his alpha clean up. He didn't mean to be a picky bitch, that was the only hard rule. He treated the rapper like a biohazard as he sat on the toilet and watched. First Col had to brush his teeth, even adding a piece of mint gum just to make sure, change out of his clothes, and finally shower, Dom giving him directions every step of the way. By the time he was soaping up the vibe had switched, his stomach full of butterflies, his thighs sticky wet.

"I been so bloody nice to you about cravings ya wanker. Gloves are fucking off. For the week you get me wha'ever I want whenever." He snapped, spreading his legs under his oversized T-shirt as he tried to lean back and bury his fingers between his legs. He could see the moment his smell hit his fiancé, he froze while shampooing his hair and one red eye opened before he cursed loud and turned to rinse it out. Dom blushed, he knew he had an effect on him but fuck that was hot. Reassuring. The more he grew the more he worried but no matter what his partner adored him. There'd just been a worrying feeling between them for a few days and he didn't know how to fix it.

Colson rushed through the rest of his bathing, his dick so hard he was aching. He could scent his lover stronger than the soap he used and his instincts were so tuned into the kid that after he rinsed and turned off the water he smacked into the glass in his rush to get to him. Dom giggled, the sound like a pixie he might find in the woods. Something magical he knew he'd chase forever. He couldn't help but grin as he opened the door and stepped out, trying to make himself towel off but he knew he was half-assing it. How could he not when his bitch was stroking his sweet little cock, the extra skin so enticing as it helped the glide over his tip and back down. The singer was already soaked everywhere and he was getting needy.

"Ya ain't getting in me." That felt like a bucket of cold water in his face and he dropped to his knees in front of his baby with a low whine. He couldn't help teasing him with a shake of his head, painting the boy in water droplets the same way Dom did to him after every bath. "No, you brought pickles in me 'ome. No pussy for yas."

"But I didn't-"

"You opened 'em!"

"Fair." His whole body slumped, a sadness overtaking him. What would they do then? Watch each other jack off? "At least let me take care of you? You smell so… mmm?" He didn't know what the last noise was but he he tried to wriggle between his mate's legs and of course the boy pushed him away with his foot.

"Go to bed. I'll decide wha' you get. When I get in 'ere you best be bent over the mattress."

Red eyes went wide and whether Dom meant for him to or not he turned and crawled away, the need in him making him feel more primal by the moment. Dominic almost whimpered at the way his alpha's ass swayed. The man didn't have much but he knew damn well how to work it. It took him a moment to push himself up, it was why he made Kells leave first because he wanted to seem badass and having trouble standing up felt like it ruined the picture. After a moment he grumbled to himself and Col appeared again. He didn't say anything he just pulled his boy up with his overwhelming strength and kissed him so hard and deep when he pulled away Dom was left with his gum and a rush of dizziness.

Colson grinned but left again, leaving the bathroom like he never came back and besides the shared minty taste there wouldn't be evidence that he had. He still saw his mate as his queen, that would never change. When the punk got to their room he found his man bent over the mattress like he'd been waiting there the whole time. His ass muscles clenching as he wondered what was coming for him.

Dominic was starting to realize what might be wrong between them, the way his love was clenching said a lot about where he was carrying his stress and he hadn't made love to his daddy for… too long. Way too long. It wouldn't work now though, it couldn't. "Look 'ow good you being. Such a pretty boy." He purred, an idea hitting him. It wouldn't be as good as the real thing but it would be something at least.

When Dom walked away he tried to look back, he'd hoped he could at least get a few fingers or something but now he wasn't so sure. When his boyfriend came back and showed off what he found everything in the rapper went limp and nervous. "What um… what?"

Dom grinned, sucking the dildo between his lips before he remembered he had a much better lube than spit. He put on a little show, running it down his now bare chest, even tracing his shiny nipples before he pressed it between his legs and slid it home slowly. "I can't get in you. Fuck- but I can play. You should say when you need me." He huffed, slipping the toy free with a filthy wet squelch and a snap of his gum. Col never knew how the omega made something so simple so expressive. Damn he was dripping wet and sad he couldn't take the alpha apart on his cock. This would have to do.

Kells trembled, whining low. His fingers tangled in the blanket below him and he tried so hard to relax all his muscles. He knew there was a soft mewling sound escaping him but this was the only time he allowed it. He knew his mate liked to hear him get loud and he also knew he probably would soon. He couldn't help it. "That bigger than you?"

Dom scowled, he couldn't help it, and before he used the toy for anything else he smacked it hard over the man's cute little ass. How dare he. Colson cried out, shaking harder and bucking his cock against the bed. Of course he enjoyed a dildo caning. What a perfect freak he was. "Might be a bit. You can take it." He huffed back, slapping over his cheeks again just for having to admit it. He wasn't ashamed of his size but it was frustrating lately, he couldn't see his own dick anymore. "Spread 'em pretty boy."

Kells obeyed, of course he had to and he reached back, his cheeks flushing hot when his fingertips tugged between his crease. Dom purred, teasing the tip of the purple toy against his daddy's hole. He loved the way the little pink bud tightened and relaxed as he played over it. "Momma please?" Dom choked on his spit, almost swallowing his stolen gum at those words. Col had started calling him that more and more so the twins would learn but never really in this context. It was wild the way his body reacted, his nipples tingling as milk wet them and he knew the alpha could smell it. Slick rushed between his thighs and he accidentally pushed too hard, slipping the dildo halfway inside his lover's hole.

Col made a broken noise and he buried his face in the blanket. Of course in the next moment he felt a hand in his hair, pulling him back. "Do not muffle ya'self. Mumma wants to 'ear every sound." The boy snapped and he shivered, clenching tight around the intrusion as it slipped in deeper, nailing his spot.

"Such a good boy for me. Jus' enjoy it alright? Let go." Those were the words he needed to hear and it felt like permission to melt. With the scents in his nose and the feeling of fullness he knew he wouldn't last long. Sometimes he really just needed a quick and dirty fuck to feel right again. He needed to be used.

"Please?" He begged, his hips trying to roll and the singer whined, moving the toy at a hard rushed pace. It almost felt more brutal that it was silicone instead of skin. The punk could control where it went a little better and he zeroed in on his lover's spot. He didn't even have to turn the vibration on, he could practically taste how desperate and close the alpha was already. Anything more might be too much.

Colson tried to be good and stay still but he couldn't stop his body completely and he knew it didn't matter as long as he kept moaning like a slut for his queen. He'd called himself a whore for years but he never felt so much like one as when his bitch took over and turned him into a mewling mess. He could hear a sticky wet sound join the one happening inside him and he forced his eyes open. He could barely lift his head anymore but he looked back long enough to catch his lover playing with himself. "Sit on me?" The toy froze and he bucked back hard, groaning at the pause and accidental edging.

"Wha'?"

"Sit on me? Grind on me?" He pleaded, he needed to be part of his fiancé's orgasm as well. It made everything better.

Dom arched a brow but shook his head, pushing the toy deeper and stepping back. "Get on ya back." He demanded and the rapper moved slowly, crawling into bed and laying out, whimpering the whole way. The punk followed him up, slinging a leg over Col's thigh. Of course he was worried about hurting him but his alpha was a bloody superhero. He'd be fine. His hand found its way back to the toy, surprised to find it halfway out but he remedied that and hit home quick, his hips and arm finding a rough pace together.

Kells gripped the blanket as he watched his lover grind on his thigh, his dripping folds making a mess of his skin. He wanted to help, he wanted to play with those perfect bouncing tits but he kept to himself. Dom would ask if he was allowed. He tried to keep watching as the singer stroked his own dick while Col's laid ignored and jerking a pool of precum on his belly. He'd cum anyway, it was barreling up on him way too soon.

Dominic couldn't hold his own noises back anymore, his head falling forward as he fucked his mate the only way he could. He bit his lip, trying to keep back his own pleasure but it was rapidly approaching. He was always fucking horny for the rapper. He was almost hypnotized by the sight of his lover's knot pulsing, the toy popping in and out of him. He could feel himself leaking a mess over his man.

The alpha shuddered, his sweat soaked body contorting, his muscles bunching up as he fought his pleasure back but he couldn't hold on and when his momma commanded that one simple word he broke. "Cum." Fuck did he ever. He cried out, his spine arching off the bed, white heat spilling over his inked chest and stomach but his knot ached without touch. It almost added to his rapture and when his mate shattered apart above him he reached for the boy, dragging him up to grind against his cock.

Dom squeaked at being manhandled, his hand releasing the toy fast but the feeling of his daddy spilling hot under his core was so much better and he squirmed and moaned as he gushed for him, his juices mixing with his lover's cum until they were filthy again. Exactly as they should be.

They rocked through their orgasms, twitching and writhing together until it hit an edge of overstimulation and Dom had to slide off. He helped get the dildo free before he got comfortable, panting and shaking but he could tell his boyfriend still needed something. "Come 'ere luv. You was a good boy." He rasped, letting the alpha curl against his side until they were glued together and needy lips wrapped around his nipple. "You gotta tell me. Don't torture me to get me attention." He tried to explain but he knew that was still hard. It seemed like the last hurdle between them but he understood. He still had trouble being sweet. Fuck maybe they had a few. "Love you." He soothed, his only reply was a messy choked suckle and he smiled, kissing his man's forehead. "I got you." It was something the rapper promised every day and he knew he needed to learn to return it.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know! Thought y'all might want a little bottom Col, hope you enjoyed 🖤

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KISSING BOOTH - LUCY & VAL

where Val and Lucy get to know each other, share a kiss and plan a date

Lucy Bell She was gorgeous enough to send Lucy shy. So, even though it was the whole point of the booth, Lucy stole a flower from the school garden to offer in exchange. "I didn't find a vase out to go with it, but I think it would be super pretty in your hair, too."

Val Laurent Val is surprised by the flower offered to her by a really pretty woman she's certain she's not seen around, then she laughs, flushing just a little. "Oh my God. I didn't expect that. That's really darn sweet of ya, darlin'." Regarding the other woman with a smile, Val leans forward a little. "Mind puttin' it in my hair for me?" She tilts her head a little. "I'm Val, by the way. I think ya know that, though. You're... Lucy? Right? Ya work at the school?"

Lucy Bell Her nod is brief, trying not to look like a bobble head. "Right. Yes, the school." A beat pause and she added, "Nice to meet you, Val." Obviously, Lucy was going to take the chance given, and stepped closer. "Sure, but - let me know if I jab you with the stem?" Internally, Lucy cringed, because of course Val would say something. Careful as lab measuring, Lucy wove the flower through Val's hair above one ear; holding some of the curls away from her face. "That's about done it," she smiled, taking a polite step back. "It's a good color for you. I'd have matched your eyes if I could, but, um, options are limited."

Val Laurent I'll let ya know." Val smiles easily. Though, based on how gentle Lucy is, she doesn't really have to worry about it, carefully weaving the flower between her curls. Val strikes a bit of a pose, leaning her chin on her hand as Lucy steps back. "Hard to find dark brown flowers 'round here, ain't it?" She smiles up at Lucy, regarding her for a moment, clearly taking in her face. "Some blue flowers would look good on ya. Maybe a flower crown of forget-me-nots." She chuckles, softly. "Ain't matching your eyes either, though. ." In her life, she'd met plenty of people, and she is starting to get the sense that Lucy is feeling a bit... nervous. Maybe it is the whole concept of a kissing booth, not everybody is used to that. After a second, Val reaches out and grasps Lucy's hand. "You been to the gardens here, sweetie?"

Lucy Bell "Not unless you find wilt incredibly endearing." The posing was so cute, and then to be followed by a compliment. Impulse was to immediately find a way to make a crown of flowers, but she remained where she stood. "I didn't think women like you'd still exist. The world has a way of stomping on the best hearts." The touch was expected and not. The booth was for contact, for shit's sake. Still, she blushed. "No, or I probably would have stolen something better."

Val Laurent "Women like me?" Val laughed, feeling herself flush quite a bit more. Had that been why Lucy was so nervous? "You even stole the flower for me? Oh my-" Val smiled brightly at her, clasping Lucy's hands together, and squeezing them between hers. "Ya really are tryin' to swoop me off my feet here, arentcha? Makin' a girl like me swoon for ya." Val tilted her head, feeling the flower in her hair shift, the petals tickling her skin. "I really gotta show ya the garden. It's really pretty, Mayra plants a lot of flowers and takes care of 'em. The snowdrops should be bloomin' right 'bout now. If lookin' at pretty flowers is you're kinda thing?"

Lucy Bell Shyly smiling, Lucy ducked her head. "I've always been this way around beautiful women. Like suddenly I'm a knight trying to earn the favor of a princess." She looked back up, in spite of her blush. Snowdrops were a familiar flower, and Lucy cast about for anything she could recall. "Did you know the Victorians gave them as symbols of hope? Brighter days after dark times." Val didn't have to try hard to sell Lucy on the concept, but- "Sure. But aren't you meant to stay here for... other visitors?"

Val Laurent "They did? I didn't know that. Brighter days after dark times." She repeated the words, having to smile at the symbolism. Brighter times after the ranch. She wondered if it was similar like that for Lucy too. "Ah, sweetheart, don't worry. Fleet's gonna be here soon to take over the next shift." Still holding Lucy's hands in hers, Val smiled, this time a little more playful. "But if ya want, we can spend the time 'til then with what this booth's technically for."

Lucy Bell Her nod was too enthusiastic, probably. "Victorians supposedly spoke with flowers, fans, gloves. All kinds'a ways to circumvent societal norms." She'd been looking at their hands again. Or - her hand, where the imperfect wound waited under fresh bandage. Her head snapped up, eyes wider. "Oh! We could. I got distracted." An awkward little laugh and Lucy rubbed one thumb over the back of Val's fingers. "But I'd still like to visit the garden with you. If you wanted."

Val Laurent "Really? Ya know, the soonest chance I get I'm gonna ask you all 'bout it." Lucy seemed to know a lot. She was a teacher, so she had to, but it made Val curious. Though, she could spend their entire garden trip asking some questions. Now, she was occupied. A small laugh escaped her, because the fact she got distracted was adorable. "Of course." Val smiled, before letting go of Lucy's hands to instead cup her face, pull her a little closer. "It's a date, my knight. Ya know -" Val leaned in a little herself, getting closer and closer. "- you really are amazing at winnin' the favor of princesses."

Lucy Bell Sitting up straighter, Lucy immediately agreed. "Ask me whatever you like. If I don't know, I'll make up a great lie." And then she forgot words. All she could do was give a half-laugh and try not to melt entirely. She closed the space between them with a reverent gentility, brushing her cheek against Val's before daring to kiss her lips.

Val Laurent The kiss made Val feel warm and she couldn't help but softly sigh into it after the first few seconds. Lucy was gentle, careful, appreciative like the moment was something truly special. Val returned in kind, soft and affectionate, trailing her thumb over Lucy's flushed cheeks and closing her eyes, slowly forgetting the booth and what was around them. Focusing her full attention on Lucy, and their kiss.

Lucy Bell She stepped in closer, right hand drifting to Val's hair, careful not to disrupt the flower. "You're so soft," Lucy sighed against Val lips, awed that it was possible. Forgetting her self-consciousness, Lucy ran the back of her left hand along Val's elegant throat, forth and back in indulgent pleasure of the skin there. "Like rose petals."

Val Laurent Val smiled, feeling a pleasant prickle where Lucy's hand brushed up against her throat. It'd been a while since she'd kisses anyone like that, all soft and sweet and affectionate. "You're a sweet-talker. You really know how to make a gal feel special." Her voice was soft and low, ghosting over Lucy's lips. Her heard was beating quicker, thrumming up against Lucy's hand. "You can touch me more, sweetheart." And then she kissed Lucy again. Smart, funny, witty, a sweet talker, and interested in her. She was a lucky girl.

Lucy Bell Her laugh was breathless against Val's lips. "You should always feel special. The world's really failed if you don't." Her thumb swept along Val's jaw, trying to memorize every inch of skin there.The offer gave Lucy pause, though she left her hands where they were. "Oh, that's... How do you like pizza?" She stopped, grimaced and tried again. "I mean. I want to know more about you. Feels like I haven't done enough yet for-" Lucy trailed off again. She trailed a single finger along the Val's neckline, exhaling slowly. "Such kindness."

Val Laurent The question caught her off guard, similar to how the flower had, but then she couldn't help but laugh, soft and a little breathless. "I like pizza. Do you? Never met a person who didn't." Val didn't want to push her. It felt strangely... Delicate. It wasn't unfamiliar ground, but it didn't feel entirely solid. So, Val just pressed a soft but quick kiss to Lucy's lips. "It's been more than enough, darlin'. Much more than enough. But- gettin' to know each other sounds real nice." Val felt goosebumps on the back of her neck as Lucy's finger trailed there. "Wanna stop for now? And go to the gardens first?"

Lucy Bell It was automatic to chase the departing contact, but Lucy behaved. "Pizza? Yes. Want to stop? Absolutely not," her whispered answer was chased closely by a laugh. Lucy rolled a single of Val's curls between finger and thumb. "But seeing you was like..." Lucy struggled to come up with a description that wasn't painfully hackneyed. "Like seeing a Middlemist’s Red in a field of daisies. Something so rare you'd assumed it extinct." Trying not to lose herself in such eyes, Lucy flashed a lopsided, helpless smile. "Who wouldn't be awestruck? Who wouldn't want to ensure they make the right impression?" She collected Val's fine hands, leaving a kiss on the back of each. "Pick the day and time. I'll think of better questions. You can tell me then if I'm still worthy."

Val Laurent She found her cheeks once again growing a tinge darker. Truth was, Val wasn't quite used to the compliments. Not like this, anyways. So absolutely genuine. And from such a beautiful, perfectly nice woman too. "You really got a way with words. Jesus, sweetie, you're really makin' me feel like the most special girl in the world." Her breath hitched just a little when Lucy grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, so gently, and it made Val kiss her lips again, just as gently as that. "Does in two hours work for ya? That's when I get off, plus another hour. Is that enough time?" Val laughed, shifting her hands so she could hold Lucy's in her own. They were soft and warm, and Val enveloped them with her own, softly squeezing them. "I think you're pretty secure in the worthy part. Ya just gotta be you. And tell me about what the different flowers mean. And how ya like your pizza. And victorian symbolism, and what your favorite color is. Maybe we can find a flower like that."

Lucy Bell The reward of Val's blush, her smile, her words - and the feather-lightest kiss - Lucy might have gone to jelly if she hadn't been so focused. "Good," she murmured, still busy memorizing Val's features. The breathless laugh came from a now-ducked head. "Good list." Lucy wasn't certain being herself would impress, but there was really only one way to know. The squeeze made her wince, but she'd have bitten through her tongue before saying anything. Instead, Lucy returned the gesture before releasing Val. "Two hours." A silly little salute and she left the community center vestibule behind to prepare

#with: lucy #pd: lucy001

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kingshimura4872 · 7 months

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Shorts with Shimura

A/N: Howdy howdy chitlins. How are we doing this fine Evening/Morning/Night? I hope all of you are drinking plenty of water and eating an adequate amount of food for the party in your tummy. (It'sareferencesomeonepleaselaugh)

So, funny story ^^;....I haven't really gotten the motivation to work on a part three/four (I'm so deadass rn, I don't even remember lmao)

B U T

I do have a load of other one shots to share with the world bc my cringe has to go somewhere lol.

So without further ado, feed my children.

Oh and smth else, for those of you that reblogged some of my things, either ask me first, give credit, or just don't please <3

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Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x GN? Reader (They kinda get called both him and her, idk)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: American Stereotyping and slander (I hate it here so I might as well take out my anger on a made of character), Barris being a creep, somewhat quick mention of being touched in an unwanted sexual or insinuating way, brief descriptions of stripping clothing at the end (It's not smut don't even try), different languages (Just Japanese and I had to use google translate instead of my yandex translator bc it would only give me kanji and fsr I REALLY didn't want kanji idk), petplay if you squint rlly hard?, Some dark themes so just don't let it get up ur ass if I ruin your mood lmao

Think that's it, if I missed anything, shoot me a comment or dm and I'll do my best to fix it asap.

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“And what makes me think you’d pose a threat? I don’t think you’re in the right place to be making demands.”

Shigaraki sat unphased. His blood red eyes bored into the skull of a new pompous problem. The bastard, while annoying as all hell, was a somewhat important asset to his current objective. He’d already become the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front, but now he wanted to move international. So here stood his next step. The leader of a quite well known villain organization from the United States in North America. He knew that if he could get this man on his side, he’d have no problem getting the two other countries that sat on the continent as well. But for the love of God, were these Americans so full of it. He’d barely gotten a proper word in comparison to the other male, who’d been talking almost the entire time. Americans sure knew how to run their mouths like they owned the world.

“Well, I am the one that invited you here. And right under the authorities' noses at that. No one knows you’re here and we could so easily change that fact if you wish to keep rubbing your nose in what you have no business knowing.” The scarred individual finally sighed, standing up from his chair. This empty ‘office’ room was quite stuffy, most likely from the pure stench this American was exuding. Americans should learn to properly bathe themselves before getting on such a high horse. He thought to himself, walking around the chair and leaning an elbow on the back of it.

“I personally have a trained hitman at my beck and call, ready to do whatever I order it to. Where’s your protection, Mr. American?” A smug grin spread across his face as the American man became very easily irate.

“I have plenty of protection, guns cocked and ready to blaze if you so much as let a hair fall out of place!” He spat, actual saliva flying around and landing on various surfaces. Shigaraki tsked at the man for getting so angered at a simple pointer, almost as if he was scolding a child.

“This is tiresome back and forth with you, Mr. Barris. We can either talk out our reasoning for being here in the first place like adults, or I can order my soldiers to kill you before any of them have time to take the safety off their weapons.” Shigaraki scoffed, getting increasingly impatient. Both men quickly changed their tune, Shigaraki sitting back down and the American pulling out a file from his briefcase.

“What do you want in this exchange, Mr. Shigaraki?” The American spoke first, crossing his arms.

“I simply want everything you and your group’s services can offer. I’m not a fan of only leading Japan anymore. I wish to move elsewhere and if you and I can work out a deal, I’ll have less of a headache getting others to agree. You do have quite the influence afterall.”

This seemed to mull over well with the man as a smug expression was now plastered all over his sweaty face.

“I do indeed, don’t I?” Shigaraki nodded stiffly. He despised stroking people’s egos. It annoyed him to no end, but ever since taking full control of himself and killing All For One himself, he had to pick up the slack his master had originally done. This included finding powerful allies and working towards a stronger army. He bit his tongue in order to not spew something idiotic that would work poorly for him as the American once again began talking about himself and his underground empire. He had a main goal for this new alliance. He understood that Americans were good at three things. Being full of themselves all the time, strong weapons, and drugs. The yakuza group Overhaul had built was good, but it relied on the quirk of an incredibly young girl and once that girl had been taken, he knew they were doomed to fall no matter how that end came. He found the quirk erasing drugs quite interesting and knew if anyone could capitalize on that, it was him. Money was no longer an object and he was willing to throw whatever the stupid American wanted to get his hands on that kind of technology. He wanted it. And when he wanted something, he got it. Every. Single. Time.

“We’re willing to do just about anything to work around your wants. Name your price, Mr. Barris.”

“Straight to the point I see. Your English may be good, but Japanese people are always the same. Never a fan of small talk. What happened to civil liberties? You should get to know me first before tossing money on the table.” Barris laughed out, his posture visibly relaxing. Good.

“I apologize.” Shigaraki forced a chuckle. “I simply want to get it out in the air so we can get out of each other’s hair as fast as possible. We’re both very busy men, you know.”

“Ain’t that the damn truth.” Barris laughed again, slapping his knee in the process. Shigaraki stifled a laugh. They really DO do that.

“Anyways. Small pleasantries aside. What is it that you’d like to gain from this exchange?”

“Hm.” Barris looked down at the folder in front of him, opening it and pulling out a few papers. “Well, you did have a good idea with offering money. But we also want numbers of another calibur.”

“And that’d be?”

“We want some of those ‘nomus’ y’all have. And people who are good at making more. We’ve seen what those beasts can do, and I think it’d be fun to have a couple of our own. We can use it for testing and such. Along with this.” He slid a small piece of cardstock with something written on it. It was amusing to Shigaraki. It was like those crappy American movies to the T. Sliding the price they wanted over with a piece of paper during an exchange. It was almost humoring. He picked up the cardstock, looking at the price. It was outrageous for what he was getting in return, but he did need this deal.

“Fine. Would you like it in full?”

“Not necessary. Take your time with the payment, but I do request we get the entire amount within the next calendar year.”

“Fair enough.”

The two stood up and shook hands. Barris wasn’t afraid of touching the villain, as he was wearing two fingered gloves. Something someone had to convince him to do during this endeavor. But he wouldn’t disclose that information to anyone.

“There is one more thing I’d like to ask of you. It’s more of a personal preference.” Barris dropped, smiling as he sunk his hands into his suit pockets.

“And what would that be?”

“I heard from a little bee that you’ve gotten one of mine under your command. I’d like to see them.”

Shigaraki’s eye twitched and he scowled a bit. “And who would this ‘little bee’ happen to be?”

“No one you need to concern yourself with. I simply want to see if I know them personally. I wasn’t told who they were, but I was told they were American like myself, so I’d like to meet them.” Barris explained.

I’ll kill whoever told this scum about him. Shigaraki told himself as he sighed. He wasn’t really in the position to deny many requests from the man, as he could just as easily take back his agreement to the offer.

“Fine. But only for a moment. I like to keep him busy.” He hummed, taking a step back from the table. He brought two fingers to his mouth and whistled rather loudly, Barris tipping his head to the side in confusion. Was this American not human or something? In the blink of an eye, a new figure appeared at the villain’s side, cloaked in a black uniform and kitsune kabuki mask obscuring their face. Two blades clung to their back and strapped to each thigh was an OTs-33 Pernach, most likely already loaded and ready to fire at will. The blades in question were matching Tachi words, jet black and blood red stained leather woven in an intricate pattern on each handle and an antique tsuba created by Sunagawa Masayoshi sat snugly between the razor sharp blades and the handles.

“Sir.” You spoke, bowing to Shigaraki. He looked at you blankly.

“Kneel” Was all he said. And you did without hesitation, kneeling on one knee and a hand lay flat on the cold tile flooring of the room. He reached a hand down, gently grasping your chin and lifting your gaze to meet his. He seemed pleased with himself.

“Mask.”

Without question, you unclasped the straps that sat on the back of your head with a soft click, pulling your kabuki mask off and giving it to him. “Stand.” You did. Barris met your frame with another mask, this time only covering your nose and mouth, however your neck length hair came with fluffy bangs that covered your eyes well enough.

“Kochira wa Barisudesu. Anata ga tsurete kuru yō ni meiji rareta amerikahitodesu. Anata wa futari tomo amerikahitonanode, kare wa anata ni chokusetsu aitai to omotte imasu. Kare wa anata no koto o shitte iru kamo shirenai to omotte imasu.”

(This is Barris. The American you were ordered to bring. He wishes to see you in person since you’re both American. Thinks he might know you.)

You nodded and glanced at the man.

"Kare ga nani o hakidasoutomo, anata wa watashi no monodeari tsuzukeru deshou. Kare wa kimochi waruinode, dekirudakehayaku watashi no me kara kiete hoshīdesu. Kare o koko kara tsuredasu tame ni dekiru kagiri no koto o shite kudasai, shikashi oboete oite kudasai..” He grasped your chin again, pulling you a bit closer to him. “Anata wa watashi no monodesu.”

(You will remain mine, no matter what he spews. He’s disgusting and I want him out of my sight as soon as possible. Do what you can to get him out of here, but remember…. You belong to me.)

You nodded again, and turned to the man.

“Quite the mouthful he said.” Barris chuckled. “Makes me wonder what he’s saying about me.”

“Permission to speak freely, sir?” You asked.

“Granted.” Shigaraki replied.

“I was only informed that it was you I was ordered with transporting here. I was wondering who was so important that it required my services.” You hummed, walking around the table.

“Shigoto o kichinto yareba, go hōbi o ageru yo, kitsune.” Shigaraki added, walking around the other side of the table to leave the room.

“Hai.”

When he shut the door behind him, Barris wasted no time, putting his hands on your body. You wanted to slither away from his grimey touch, but you knew this was the best way to get him where you both wanted him.

“I heard you were one of mine, and I just had to see if I knew you personally, doll.” He remarked, one of his hands sliding down your side and resting just above your hip. You did your best to hide a grimace, hoping it didn’t show through the mask as you slowly snaked your hands up his arms.

“I don’t think I worked for you, Mr. Barris. I would definitely remember working for a man such as yourself.” You sang, twirling yourself out of his grasp and slipping onto the table. You crossed a leg over the other and sat your hands on the edges of the table for support. You looked open, inviting, weak. And that was exactly what you were aiming for. Men like him loved weak people. They loved preying on anyone they perceived as having weak minds and melding them to bend at their will. You were all too familiar with his kind. It sickened you that he thought you’d break so easily. You devoted your life to one man and one man only. And no scum like this was going to make you so much as blink in the other direction.

“Is that so? And what kind of man do you take me for?” He grinned. You were stroking his ego more by the second.

“Powerful. Commanding. A man who knows what he wants and how to get it.” A man who wouldn’t know left from right if it was tattooed on his hands. You thought.

You shut the door to the unmarked black car as the window rolled down.

“I do look forward to working with you, doll.” Barris smiled, taking your hand and kissing it slowly. You smiled sweetly to him under the mask, knowing he could see it.

“As do I, Mr. Barris. Nice to have another American around.”

He let out a hearty laugh, letting your hand go and glancing at Shigaraki who’d been standing a bit behind you.

“I look forward to business, Mr. Shigaraki.”

“Mm. Likewise.” They both nodded to each other and shook hands before you waved lightly to the driver. The window rolled back up as the vehicle drove off. Your smile stayed only until the car turned a corner, to which you immediately grimaced openly. Shigaraki took you back inside to a different room - his private quarters in this particular building - and grabbed a few alcohol wipes for you. You quickly took one and rubbed it against both your hands, taking time to wipe every inch of the uniform he’d laid his grimy hands on.

“I take it, your…talk with him, went well then?” The man asked, leaning against a small table near the corner of the room.

“Ugh, he was putrid. I could practically TASTE how bad he smelled. Can’t believe I was born in the same place as him.” You keened. Your body shivered at the mere thought of him touching you again and you quickly rid yourself of your accessories. You placed them on one of the shelves the room had and huffed.

“We should bathe you. Who knows what kind of germs he had.” Shigaraki jested, but you quickly took the invite, shedding your clothing one piece at a time. He was a bit surprised at your eagerness, but went with it nonetheless, guiding you to the bathroom and starting the water.

“Ugh, I forgot how touchy Americans are. Here, you wouldn’t even think to touch a stranger so nonchalantly.

He fixed the temperature, shedding his own garments and helping you with what you had left.

“And to think, we have to work with him now, it disgusts me. He was so full of himself, I thought he might explode from how big his head was.”

You continued to rant as you brainlessly followed your leader’s movements into the now full tub of hot water. The second you were seated on top of him, you were pulled back to the present.

“Oh. You didn’t have to waste your time getting in with me.” You said in a quieter tone.

“Eh. Two birds with one stone. I had to touch him too, not sure if whatever he has can spread from the contact area.” He joked. You couldn’t hold yourself back from a small laugh, covering your mouth as he pulled your back flat against his chest.

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