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thefatedthoughtofyou · 10 months

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Saw this meme and iiiiii did a thing... a steddie thing... obviously

( Eddie has a small dick in this if you don't like it don't read it. We support small dick supremacy in this house thank you for your time. 😊 )

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I'm picturing them at a bar. I wanna say maybe Steve is the bar tender, and he's been seeing Eddie around. He comes in. Talks a little, he's kinda quiet. Like he's stuck in his head, like he comes there to think. He's always scribbling things on napkins. Steve thinks they might be song lyrics, the way Eddie hums and taps his fingers as he writes.

But Steve obviously sees him looking at him sometimes. It's a gay bar, it happens, but Eddie doesn't leer at him, or chat him up in that way. It's always just friendly conversation.

Steve kind of loves it. Loves being able to just chat and not worry about getting stalked out to his car by a creep. And then one day some drunk dude is hitting on Eddie HARD. Leaning into him and grabbing at his arm and just when Steve is about to say something the guy actually says the words,

"how big is that dick?" Like... in real life. Out loud. And grabs for Eddie's thigh, and Steve watches Eddie catch his wrist, easy, watches him shove the guys hand back at him, saying,

"small. Leave me alone." Without even looking at him. And Steve fucking barks a laugh because that was... fucking hilarious. But also... kinda hot. Like, he's known he likes Eddie for awhile but seeing someone come on to him had sealed the deal, jealousy crawling over his skin, but then seeing Eddie shut it down, in the funniest fucking way Steve had ever seen, had just slammed it into place.

The guy scowls, says something rude, and stalks off. But Eddie is looking at Steve cuz he's still chuckling. Doing that cough thing like he's trying to cover it up but the laugh is still extremely prominent through the coughing. And Eddie watches him with raised eyebrows cuz like... damn okay. Cute bar tender thinks he's funny. And Steve is like,

"Sorry man. That was just, fuckin hilarious. Not the guy grabbing you, obviously, just, how you delt with it. Like that was... the best thing I've seen in awhile. Just... just sayin." He shakes his head to stop himself rambling more, he needs more friends to hangout with besides Robin, she's rubbing off on him. So he just reaches into the cooler and grabs Eddie his usual beer, slides it over the bartop to him, tells him it's on the house.

"Thanks." Is all Eddie says, but he looks happy, small smile still on his face.

And when the bar's closing, and Eddie is still there, just idly talking to Steve all night. Steve takes a chance. Says some cheesey line about letting Eddie walk him home. And Eddie flushes red to his ears but nods, takes the last sip of his beer and helps Steve flip the chairs onto the tables so he can do a quick sweep. Steve's locking the door when he hears Eddie clear his throat awkwardly, like he wants to say something. Steve looks at him, waits.

"I uh... look I know you thought I was being funny... earlier." Eddie scratches his head, nods into the bar. Steve nods, lets him continue.

"But I uh- I was also being serious?" He grimaces, eyes on the ground.

"So if that's like... a deal breaker? That's- that's totally okay. I just uh... I dont know. Thought I should maybe warn you before- before anything...happens?" His eyes widen and he takes a step back.

"Not that anything was gonna happen! Like I wasn't expecting... THAT. I just... oh my god I don't know. People can be assholes about small dicks so I just wanted to be up-front about it in case you thought I was kidding when I told that guy that. Cuz I was being serious and I'm gonna stop talking. Jesus christ." He breathes the last part, shaking his head at himself, his face twisted in what looks like pain. Steve thinks he's fucking adorable.

He steps closer, puts his hands on Eddie's hips and pushes him gently against the brickwall of the bar. Rests his head against Eddie's as he laughs a little, Steve's fingers pressing into his hips tickling a bit.

"I don't care. Honestly I uh..." he pauses, pulls back to look at Eddie, his eyes are wide, his cheeks are a deep pink now.

"I was kinda hopin you weren't kidding." Steve tilts his head, smirks at Eddie, just a little. A light smirk. Not the full thing, doesn't wanna overwhelme him. Yet. Eddie sucks in air, blinks at him.

"Oh. Yeah?" He asks, his voice breathy, pitched higher than usual. Steve nods, sinks his teeth into his lip, and brushes his nose against Eddie's.

"Yeah. Still wanna walk me home?" Steve asks, staying close. Eddie nods, his hands moving to Steve's shoulders.

"Yeah. Yes absolutely. I'd love that. I'd love too." He rambles, swallowing hard.

And Steve can't help himself anymore, ducks forward and presses a soft kiss to his lips. Eddie makes a little sound in his throat and Steve fucking adores it. Already in so deep for this guy. But it's been months. Eddie's not a new thing in his life. Just, this part of it is new.

Eddie blinks at him when he pulls back, steps away from Eddie but holds out his hand. Eddie smiles, reaches out and takes it, lets Steve drag him away from the wall and down the sidewalk. Their fingers laced together, hands swaying between them as they walk through the dark.

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie munson has a small dick #and steve fucking loves it i cant hear you over their love #my writing #mine #Fates Endless Inkwell #fei #steddie blurb #steddie ficlet

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daddysuga101 · 1 year

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One day soon....

Suguru Geto x Fem reader

Warnings: Love fucking, breeding kink, Suguru is a bad guy, Readers first time, possesive behavior, Suguru and reader are both lowkey codependent

Red light runs over the expanse of your closed eye lid and you find yourself groaning at it's intrusion.

You blink your eyes open weakly to find you are no longer half dead on a battle field but now in a semi comfortable bed. You groan trying to sit up, it hurts.

Everything hurts, like god himself ran you over with a train 40 different times. You groan in pain when a jolt of a memory hits you harder than the ache your body has.

The memory of Suguru being there. You didn't think he'd be there. It felt too soon to see him. Sure you knew the odds of running into him or any of his people weren't zero but god you were thrown off guard when you saw him.

That lapse in logical thinking is how you ended up here, tired and bruised, all because of his men that did this to you.

Which is his fault by proxy.

Damn him.

Damn Surguru Geto.

"I didn't think you'd be awake yet.” A voice says freezing you where you are. “But you always were pretty resilient." Suguru says taking a seat next to you.

You stare at him wide eyed in shock that he was here. Fuck he was here. You weren't ready for this.

He wordlessly brings a water bottle to your lips urging you to drink. You didn't wanna drink, but your throat was so dry you had too. You release a shakey sigh as the cool liquid runs down your throat. Suguru watches you carefully seemingly ready to fetch you more water if need be.

"I'm fine." You say, your voice rather hoarse. He nods putting the water away on the night stand.

"It's good that you can talk. I was worried it’d be a minute before you could. That was quite the hit you took you know? Thought you died on me for a second." Suguru tried joked but there's no humor behind his words. You try to sit up on your elbows once again, your head throbbing as you did so.

"Would it matter? It'd be one less person in your way of global dominonation. Should've just killed me. Could have made your whole life a lot easier." You say dryly, bitterly. Surguru’s eyebrows furrow.

"Dont say something like that-."

"Where are we Suguru?" You asked seriously. He runs a hand through his hair.

"A hotel, more like motel I guess. After you got hurt, I brought you here to rest." He tells you.

"Does anyone know were here?"

"Of course not." He says with a small chuckle. "No, no one knows." You nod. You're not sure why you aren't terrified of him right now. Maybe it's the fact he's staying a reasonable distance from you or the fact you spent 7 years of your life growing up together. Either way you weren't scared.

Not like you should be that scared anyway. You weren't the type of people he wanted gone, plus it was his goons that attacked you and your friends anyway.

"I know you're probably pissed right now but I assure you, you were only collateral. You were never meant to be hurt by any of my guys." Geto says seemling honest as he hands sits onto the bed. You don't look at him choosing instead to stare at the wall.

Anything is better than looking at him.

“What happened to the guy that did this to me?” You asked not sure you wanted to really know the answer.

“He was delt with.”

“You killed him.” You accuse.

“Yes.” He agrees. There's not the smallest hint of regret in his voice at his confession. Not a shred of remorse for the life he took so carelessly.

That man who hurt you wasn't good, but the idea of Suguru killing him for hurting you feels like you're responsible for his death by proxy and well...

Well, that doesn't feel very good.

"Y/n." He says his voice barely not a whisper. The wall still seems very interesting so you don't look away from it. But when Suguru grabs your chin and turns your head towards him it's like your body can't stop itself from complying.

His long hair is down covering his bare shoulders. He's half naked, his torso exposed while his lowerbody is covered by thin pajama pants. His eyes are dark and piercing, the kind of eyes that reach into your soul and rip something out everytime they lock with your own.

"Are you leaving again?" It’s a stupid question you know it because you know he will. He can't stay. He was never going to stay. Hell, it's not like he'd even be with you right now if you weren't hurt.

"You know I have to."

You scoff pushing your covers off trying to get to your feet. You don't wanna be here anymore.

Not with him. Looking at him feels like a million spikes being lodged into the void of your heart he once filled.

"Sit back down you are not well enough." Suguru ordered, you tilt your head at him and scoff.

"I'm sorry to be the one who tells you this but you don't get to tell me what to do. Not after what you did." You say stubbornly but when you stand, the dizziness is too much and makes you sit back down almost immediately.

"I apologize that you were caught in the cross fire Y/n seriously, I had no idea you'd even be there." He says.

"Don't apologise. I don't need a babysitter Suguru. And I'm not some weak helpless damnsal who needs you to look after her despite what you might think.

The silence between you is deafening it's thick, like a block of invisible ice separating the two of you. You lie back down, your back now to Suguru. But still very keenly aware of his presence.

It's been only a month since Suguru killed his parents and went off on his own to 'cleanse' the world of non-sorcerers.

You remember it so vividly, the day he came stumbling into your dorm covered in blood. You remember freaking out asking if he was all right. And him telling you had nothing to worry about because it wasn't his. You remember how he told you about his master plan.

How he was going to fix this world. He confessed he murdered his parents. He confessed to wanting all non sorcerers dead.

He wanted you to understand, to somehow empathize with him and his logic. But he knew when your eyes filled with tears and you stared at him like he was a monster that you wouldn't come with him.

He wanted to ask. He needed to know if you would but that wasn't the time to ask. But when could it be?

He terrified you in that moment. He wasn't Suguru. Polite, thoughtful Suguru. He was scary.

He was evil.

Your eyes weld at the memory of him leaving your room. He didn't hurt you. But he was hurt. You could tell. A lone tear spilled from your eye but you quickly wiped it.

This wasn't how you're reuion was supposed to go. You hoped one day he'd come back, go to prison for his crimes and redeem himself the best he could.

But that was a pipe dream and you knew it.

Another tear falls and you can't hold back your sobs anymore.

You began crying harder and harder your body rocking with the force of your cries. You feel the mattress dip and warm body presses against your back wrapping strong arms around you.

This gesture makes you cry more because it reminds you of the innocence he once had as that ignorant bright eyed boy.

And even though this touch feels like him. That boy he once was is gone.

You cry some more as Suguru rubs and pets you until you finally stop shaking.

It's really dark out now. The silence no longer filled by your sobs or sniffiles. Only the low hum of the old motel air conditioning is what keeps the room from being dead quiet.

"You said I thought you were weak. That isn't what I think you know?" Geto says into the dark still room. You let out a shuddered breath your hands squeezing down on Sugurus forearm, your nails pressing into the pale expanse of his skin .

You hold onto him so hard.

You hold onto him like he'll fly away if you let go and you know he will go soon. He'll leave you again, abandon you, and all you can do is patheticly hold into him, hoping he cares enough about you to stay. To fix his mistakes.

"I don't know what you think anymore." You say finally. Geto let's out a sigh his hold tightening around your waist.

This is different. Such a forgien feeling. Suguru and you hardly if ever touched because that's just not how the two of you were. You were so close but the only time you can remember him holding you like this was after a particularly dangerous mission you went on that nearly costed you your life.

You remember returning home battered and bruised and you remember Suguru wordlessly pulling you into a tight embrace holding you like if he let go you'd fall apart.

But this hug. It's a hug not familiar to the two of you. It's so intimate and naked. It makes you feel like his trying to absorb you. Like he trying to crawl into your skin.

"Look at me."

"Suguru." You whispered, his head lying on your shoulder. As he tells you again.

"Look at me." You do this time. Turning your body around to finally face him properly for the first time tonight.

"You have to know. You have to know I'm leaving but not because I want to. It's because I have too. For our friends. For our families." He pauses. "For us."

"For us." You repeat. You like the word 'us' in terms of you and Suguru. It slips off your lips like a prayer you've prayed a thousand times. But it's not real.

"There is no us Suguru. Not when you're about to abandon me again, not when you're about to do more bad things." You say pulling from his warm embrace. A weak part of you wants to run back into his arms but you don't. Instead you stand to your feet ignoring your bodies protest, and storm out the motel room all but slamming the door behind you.

You feel new warm tears fill your eyes as you lean against the balcony railing. Tears forming so hot, and heavy in your eyes.

The door to the motel room opens behind you and you see him approach you in a vending machine reflection. His shirt is on now just unbuttoned. You watch him, watch you through the reflection tilting his head in earnest.

"Someone once told me that to be happy i’d have to chase after the things and people that made me happy." Suguru says. "That was you. You told me that."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It means that deep down you understand. Even if this hurts you know why I'm doing it. I'm doing it for you." Suguru says approaching you closer.

"You’re doing it for yourself."

"I'm doing this for a better tomorrow. So our children live in violent free world. So their kids won't even know what suffering is. That's the world I want." He says his large hands circling your waist the second time tonight making your breath hitch.

"And I will carve out every worthless non-sorcerer monkey I have to to achieve that."

"You can't do that to innocent people!” You say turning to finally face him. And now that you wished you hadn't, because the way he stares down at you. The way he makes you feel small yet so big all at once. The way his gaze breaths life into your lungs is intoxicating.

But he's not good.

It's so hard to condemn him when your heart beats fast in your chest. Your soul wanting him, knowing him.

"What about innocent sorcerers that have to fight those curses because of non-shamens? What about our lives? I'm tired of watching people I love die Y/n. And so help me god, if I can help it. You won't die by the hands of a curse." His hand raises up to cup your check in a gentle touch that warms your heart so much you might die.

"You'll grow old and your skin will wrinkle. Your smile lines will be more prominent because you would have lived a long life." He says his hair blowing gently in the soft breeze. He looks at you like you're a diamond in a world of mud. His thumb caresses your face so soft, and so gentle as he places a kiss on your lips.

You gasp into his mouth. It's no secret you wanted him or that you were attracted to him. But this kiss somehow feels cruel. To give you something you've longed for knowing you'll never have it again.

The kiss distracts you from all of that though. Just for a second.

His lips are soft and firm against your own as he steals this kiss from you. You don't push him away you let his lips caress your own. You let his hand get curious and rest on your hips. But other than that the kiss is so gentle, it breaths a promise of forever into you.

It almost makes you sick because it's not forever. And you both know that.

At that thought. Your face warms with desire and anger.

“Come with me.” He says. You shake your head.

“You know I can't.” You tell him.

“Then wait for me, wait for me to make it all better. Wait for me to come back to you.” He begs. You shake your head your heart breaking in your chest.

"Youre abandoning me again." You cry patheticly.

"I'm not abandoning you Y/n. I'm making you the life you deserve. But you can come with me. We can do this together we can build this world together.”

You shake your head.

"I didn't ask for this Suguru. And you keep saying you need to build a better world for me. For our future. But this..this choice you're making. This isn't for me..its for you." You say firmly. He opens his mouth to speak but you push passed him heading to the motel room and grabbing your discarded clothes from the floor.

You turn to leave, Suguru standing right behind you his eyes holding an uncharacteristic desperation in them.

"Please. Don't do this."

"Suguru."

"Please. Please." He begs, following you to the door effectively blocking it.

"Move Suguru." You say.

"Please, just please! Okay please don't leave yet I'm not ready to lose you yet." He says softly. And almost so pathetic you want to hold him forever as he cries. But you deserve more. You deserve better.

"You’re leaving anyway. And you know I won't come with you. What difference does it make if I leave your first?” You ask, he swallows harshly his eyes filling with tears. His lips form a small pout and he falls to his knees in front of you. His arms hugging your waist like a child who was told he couldn't get a toy from the store.

He cries so hard his soaks the front of your battered uniform. He pleads and cries and asks you to just stay the night because you both know when you leave you won't see him, not for a while anyway.

"I know I'm leaving soon. And I know you're angry because in your eyes, I’ve made some fucked up choices. And I hurt you. I didn't want to Y/n I swear to god." He said sobs still racking his body. You felt bad.

You hated seeing him sad. It killed you.

He knew it killed you because it killed him to feel like this. If you walked away he'd die. He wanted, no, needed you to choose him.

"Please stay. Please Y/n." He cried. Your own tears started spilling as Suguru stood to his feet once again, his eyes staring at you with a thousand thoughts behind them.

He kisses you again. His hands no longer as reluctant and gentle as before, but more forceful and agitated. He feels you through your clothes. He gropes and pulls on your body parts like he'll die if he doesn't.

His lips carve the memory of their softness into the cells of your skin sucking and biting your neck. Hoping if you do choose humanity over him, you'll never forget him or his touch.

"Stop Suguru." You patheticly say, not really sure you mean it. He ignores you, pulling you to the old more than likely filthy bed making you straddle his lap. He's kissing you again rougher still. More desperate.

His hands are on your hips grinding your lower body into his. He wants you to feel that he is growing under his pajama pants. And you do. God you do.

"I'm not perfect. And I know you fucking hate me for what I did. But if you walk away now, I won't be able to have you back. So please." He whispered his hands roaming your shape like he needs to memorize it before it's gone.

His hands are groping the flesh of your breasts and ass over your clothes. His face is flushed with a desire you've never really seen from him before.

Lust.

No not lust. Something scarier than lust.

Something you two can't admit to yourselves, least it hurt too much.

His eyes plead up at you so innocently, that his hands fondeling you feels almost as innocent as a gentle touch. His hands on your breasts feel like a soft kiss on the forehead.

Only Suguru Geto could make you feel like that. Only he could touch you like this and make you feel all dirty yet so pure. And you hate your body and your mind and your fucking self for how bad you want to never have him let go. You want him to hold you so tight it suffocates and kills you.

He rolls you on your back kissing you again. You've never been kissed like this before and it scares you. It scares you how your legs part to accommodate him as lies in between them kissing your lips like it's his god given right to do so.

There's only fabric between the two of you. He's hard and heavy in his pants and you're hot and tight needing to be filled by him.

He pulls away his hair falling over the two of you as he looks down at you his face flushed.

"I'm getting too excited." He says stopping his menstruations on your body. "You have to tell me to stop because if you don't. I won't be able to hold back."

You look at him. His breath shallow and his face so beautiful. How could you refuse him?

"I don't want you to hold back." You admit in a whisper. His breath hitches and he kisses you yet again. He strips your shirt off his eyes going wide like a 13 year old boy seeing bare boobs online for the first time.

You wanna cover yourself from his intense gaze, but he catches your wrist as it moves to cover your exposed chest.

“Don’t you ever hide this perfect body from me.” He says seriously. You close your eyes in embarrassment as he grabs at your tits. Slapping them around, lifting them up and watching them fall back into place. He watches in awe at how sexy they look. How cute your nipples look, all hard and needing a warm mouth around them. God you had no idea how bad he just wanted to play with them for hours.

But he needs more and so do you. Which is why once he forces his attention from your tits his hands move down your body more or less ripping your panties off to begin rubbing your clit.

You yelp, grabbing his wrist but he doesn't let up.

"You're so fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect. You have no idea how much self control it took me to not put my cock in you all these years." He admits. You moan as his rubs your clit so hard and so fast you know you won't last.

"But it was more than me wanting to fuck you. I cared about you. I still do." He tells you, pulling his cock out of his pants. He gives his hard erection a few tugs lining it up with your enterance kissing you again before pushing inside you.

You both moan. The sound sounds as if it's being forced out of you both like the two of you couldn't hold it back if you tried. Suguru rested his head in the crook of your neck his hips snapping into your own at a firm steady pace.

"So fucking warm baby." He praises breathlessly. You want to compliment him too but the drag of his cock in you makes it hard to even think.

"So perfect. You were made for me. You fit me like a puzzle piece. Made to take my cock, to take my seed." He says the last part a little quieter. Like he's embarrassed by how the idea of you baring his kids gets him excited.

"No way you're knocking me up asshole." You tried to joke but it came out as more of a breathy moan. He chuckled.

"You wouldn't stop me though. Because you want it too." You don't respond to his accusation because truthfully you don't know what to say to that.

Suguru doesn't notice they way you begin contemplating the idea of having a family with him. He just keeps rutting into you a small smile growing on his lips at a thought.

"Hey, if I get you pregnant you'll be stuck with me. Tied to me forever, right? I might just fuck my cum inside if that'll make you mine. I wanna put a kid in you that looks like me. I want it to remind you of me." Suguru confesses his thrusts becoming more violent and rough.

"I wanna see these tits full of milk. I wanna suck on them when they get full and sore. I wanna watch our kid start to resemble you as it gets older."

"I wanna look at them and think 'they look just like their momma'" Suguru says softly. So softly it feels wrong.

It feels wrong because he's not fucking you like a doting husband who wants you to bare his kids. He's fucking you like you're his personal porn star made for his cock.

But they way he speaks. The way he looks down at you.

It's like this is more than just a good fuck.

It's like you're lovers on their honey moon trying to get pregnant. But you aren't lovers, and you aren't on your honey moon. You're just two horny people saying goodbye with their bodies in the most intimate way.

"Am I your first?" He asks abruptly. You nod biting your lip. You didn't think you’d loss it like this but you also aren't mad he's the one that's taking it. It was always his after all.

He smiles so wide at this revelation, so creepily it almost scared you but he kisses your fear away.

"Y/n, when you leave me tonight, you should know that while I'm gone. If you let another man inside you like this. If you let another man put his naked cock in you just like mine is in you right now, their dead. Their fucking dead, I'll skin them alive. Rip them limb from limb slowly, and make them suffer for touching you." Suguru says. A part of you wants to think he's joking or just in the moment, but you know he's telling the truth. The way he's looking at you.

You know he wants to claim you.

He wants to own you.

"Maybe I should find a way to put a cursed seal on this pussy. Keep men away from it. Keep it nice and aching for me till I get back. Make sure it stays just for me." Suguru says.

"I won't let anyone else Sugu! Just you, I won't let anyone else touch me." You say kissing Suguru. You feel his hips stutter as he eyes roll back.

There's an evolutionary, animalistic, masculine need to breed you coursing through his veins. To fuck his cum so deep its absorbed into you. He wants that.

He meant it when he said he wanted to get you pregnant. He wants to see what your baby would look like. He wants to watch you nurse and help you raise it.

But he can't have that now.

But not in this world.

Not this world of curses and weaknesses caused by non-sorcerers. But a world of strength and human advancement. That's the world he wants your kid to live in.

So reluctantly and bitterly he pulls his cock out and spurts hot cum all over your naked stomach. He quickly starts licking and sucking your pussy pushing you over the edge too. He loves how when you cum you drench him in your essence.

He's so grateful for it. He just wants to lick and suck your pussy till his mouth has your taste burned in his mind.

He wants you to be burned in his mind.

He sighs licking his lips as his fingers spread his now cold cum over your belly with one phrase in his head in his head.

In sometime soon. Maybe not today or tomorrow or even the next five years. He'll build the world you deserve.

He rests his tired body on top of yours as he kisses your cheek his hand resting over your womb.

'One day.'

#suguru geto smut #smut #getou suguru x y/n #getou suguru smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo smut #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #geto suguru #geto smut #getou smut #anime smut #x reader

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sardonic-the-writer · 5 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ notes: forgot how good this movie series was. going to be thinking about it quite a bit these few coming days. especially egon! favorite character by far, with winston in next place

↳ song: main title theme (ghostbusters)—elmer bernstein

masterlist | commisions | carrd

• When a flyer for a job downtown mysteriously appeared in your mailbox slot, your first thought was to throw it away

• It looked scrappy. Par on course with the rest of the junk mail companies normally delt out to catch your eye

• Still. Three days later you were standing outside a mildly reevaluated looking firehouse with the paper clutched loosely in your hand, and your best clothes on

• As you’d walked towards the doors, a man came up from behind you, uttering an apology as he nearly bumped into you

• “Hey,” He had paused, allowing you to catch a glance of his tan suit and kinky black hair. “You here for an interview, too?” He asked, walking through the large off-green door as you held it open for him

• “Sure am.”

• “Well, may the best one win. Or get the job, I suppose.” He chuckled with a lopsided grin

• "I dont think they’ll mind hiring the both of us." You eventually responded, looking up at the way the ceiling sagged with old age

• Following your line of sight, the man beside you nodded deeply, and the both of you made your way up to a reception desk with a very annoyed looking lady behind it

• That was the day both you, and who you later learned to be Winston, got the job as the newest pair of Ghostbusters

• “Meet back here tomorrow at noon.” The snappy lady with glasses had said monotonly as she thrust a set of papers at you. You were still looking in the direction that two yelping men in jumpsuits had just gone holding a machine, that it took you a second to notice

• “With the way this job is looking? No way I’m missing tomorrow.”

• Meeting your employers slash coworkers for the first time— technically second if you counted the way two of them crashed your interview mid hiring —was certainly an experience

• Only one had been prepared for both you and Winston’s first days with a handshake and slightly unbuttoned lab coat

• He had introduced himself as doctor Egon Spengler, and shook your hand with a certain rigidness to it. Still, you caught him looking at the both of you with curiosity, so you tossed him an easy upward twitch of you lips. He seemed to relax a little after that

• The other two, however, had proved to be more difficult upon meeting

• Ray Stanz and Peter Venkman were certainly a pair, with the latter sure to be the cause of later headaches, but seemed friendly anyways—if the way they slapped you on the back said anything

• “Welcome to the nerd squad.” Peter has smiled teasingly at you, immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you close as if he was about to tell you a secret. “Stick with me, and you’ll be kicking it with the cool kids!”

• “Is he always like this?” You asked while pushing him away

• “Regrettably.” Egon responded in a flat tone as he moved back to statistics on a chart. “Try being roommates with him in college for six years.”

• “No thanks. I think I’d rather get possessed by one of those ghosts you guys hunt.”

• “Hey, still here!”

• You fell right into place with them pretty quickly after that. Something about getting slimed by a poltergeist in Central Park really brings a group of people together. Especially if they happen to get a really good meal of Thai right after

• In the days weeks and months following your hiring, you get to learn a lot about the little team you’d been squished into

• Winston was probably the first one you befriended. Maybe because the both of you had showed up around the same time, but you found him one of the easiest to just sit down and talk to after a mission without being interrupted every two sentences. The other guys were great, but he seemed to appreciate a little peace and quiet more than what you got in the headquarters

• “Seriously— do we have to call it the headquarters?” You interrupted Peter in the middle of his rant. Sipping on a cup of coffee, you took a moment before speaking more. It really was too early for this. “I mean, come on. It makes us sound like bizzaro superhero’s. More than we already do, anyway.”

• “Personally I wouldn’t mind playing a little Bruce Wayne every now and then.” Peter grinned back suggestively. From beside you, Ego let out his equivalent of an annoyed sigh as he tinkered with stray machinery. Apparently someone else felt it was too early for Peters antics, too

• “Gag me with a spoon.” You deadpanned while swirling your mug around moodily

• “Fine fine. We can call it home base. Happy, sunshine?”

• You grumbled at his sickeningly sweet tone before delving back into your coffee, missing the way Ray and Winston shared slight smiles at the exchange

• “Now that you four are done, mind helping me with our actual jobs?”

• “Oops. Yeah. Sorry Egon.”

• “Sigh.”

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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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Birthday Gifts

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x FemReader +OOC

THIS IS A BitterSweet ONE

Previous Triplet Series <<<

⚠️WARNING:⚠️ Saddness, Spoilers, Character Death, Depression, PTSD, Child Birth.

I AM WARNING YOU! THIS IS BITTERSWEET AND IF YOU DONT WANT MW3 SPOILERS LEAVE!

Also if you complain about the Bday I found 3 different birthdays and just picked one- No judging.

You knew this mission would be a hard one for Simon, Leaving you for 3 months to do a final mission before taking his leave to be with you.

"I'll be back- I promise" He had whispered to you, before leaving. It was hard, you were fortunate you were still in the early stages of your pregnancy but it didn't make it easy. Comforting yourself during morning sickness, the ache that seemed to settle over your bones. You counted down the days for your husband's return, as your body swelled with your children.

"Simon?..." You whisper softly, he looked so... beat down in his poster. His hoodie drawn up over his hair and still in a face mask. Something was wrong- You could tell immediately by his body language and how drawn away he was from you-

However it was worth it- You knew he would be back.. He had to.

When you got the message from Price that they would be landing on base in a few hours, you jumped in joy. Getting a nice dinner set and dressing up nicely as you rushed to go pick up your husband. Getting in the old truck which Simon planned to trade in for something new you speed to the close by Marine Base to pick up your husband.

With a quick flash of your badge you waited in the parking lot, scrolling through your phone ready to show off different things you wanted to get the babies.

Hearing the passenger door open you beam ready to kiss and cuddle over your husband but pause. His movements were slow as he sat in the seat not even looking in your direction.

"...Johnny is Gone... we scattered his ashes" He said simply- and your heart shattered for him, understanding immediately what was wrong. Silence after that as you took Simon's hand in your own free one before starting the car and driving the two of you home in silence.

"Baby?" You say softly, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment before he gaze a uneasy sigh.

You had to pick up the peices that night, and the night after and for the next few days... Simon feeling guilt in his heart and regret- Swearing he could have done more, he could have saved him if only... crying in your arms and holding you close as he battled demons in himself.

You knew Simon had delt with the loss of comrades before but never like this.. He set so many regrets on his shoulders, mainly for not being enough.

It took time, but he did reveal why this hit him harder then before- Admitting his final conversation with the Sargent was about his birthday and wanting to knkw Simons. Simon dismissing him of course but Soap begging of course which made the man relent and tell him- Soap snagging his phone to save his birthday so his Lieutenant didn't forget it- It had been a conversation that had warmed his heart secretly making him feel like he was a child again and having made a friend in school.

Only for it to be ripped away days later..

While Simon kept up his normal kindness towards you, you saw the fence he had put back up in his emotions from you. You understood it would take time and eventually come down once again- It took a month for Simon to place his unease away for you, Which you didn't mind since it had been your turn to be a rock for him.

Now hitting your 32 week mark you got Simon back fully- him helping you out in terms of movements as he opened up slowly to you.

And in truth you needed it-

You were HUGE at this point. It was hard to move and the pain was increasing by the day.

Tonight was no exception either, You had been trying to get some rest for the past few hours but couldnt- It was only 11pm and Simon was asleep next to you, lucky bastard- There was pressure on your pelvis and you couldn't move, it having been 3 weeks too long since you could shift your own weight while lying down. Sighing you gently tap Simon away, His eyes opening immediately with instant clearness as he stared at you.

"Im sorry- I just.. I have to pee..and i havent been able to get up in 10 minutes" You said softly, Simon nodding without laughing which you were greatful for as he helped you up and began to help you waddle to the bathroom.

Mid step a gush of liquid rushed down you legs and you almost sobbed right there- Both you and Simon looking at each other and sighing.

"That wasn't pee was it?" He asked, almost hoping it was pee- sadly you shook your head no. Simon nodded and helped you to the toilet before going to get the newly purchased SUV set up. Loading up the bags and three carseats for you as you did your business changed and went to meet him to start the grand adventure to the hospital-

The next few hours were a joy- if hell was a playground.

They were getting you prepped for your C-section and so you'd sat there with Simon waiting as the cramps were eating you alive. You were way too early and they had planned to have your surgery in a few weeks, this however was a awful surprise.

You were leaned against Simon, they had warned him you'd be uncomforble for a while as the drugs worked through your system and they prepped you for surgery.

The doctors rushed in quickly, looking over your charts and the machines tooled up to you.

"We are getting you into surgery now- It seems like the labor was brought on due to your triplets being under high stress and your blood pressure has risen greatly" The doctor said as calmly and carefully as possible- Which did not make you feel calm at all! Simon clearly the same way as in a flash they carted you off. Your eyes as wide as saucers as you were lead into surgery- what could only be described as a tent being placed over your abdomen as they added more drugs to your IV making you feel dizzy.

"How are you holding up?" Simon asked, dressed in the hospital covers that he had rushed on by instruction of the nurses and holding your hand tightly as you stared at him loopy-

"I'm scared-" You whispered, Simon nodding at this in understanding as he kissed your hand. The doctors that surrounded your lower body and proceeded with the surgery, Simon felt his anxiety raise as the familiar scent of copper filled the air but he couldn't see anything. Holding your hand tightly as you both patiently waited-

"Alright, We have the first Baby" The doctor announced, there was a pause for a second before a shrill scream filled the air, a nurse walking around quickly to place the baby in the glass bassinet and began to clean her off. You and Simon watching in total awe at the screaming girl-

"Second on the way" The doctor said quickly, before a second scream happened. Tears running down your cheeks as the second nurse went to clean the baby out as well.

"They are beautiful" Simon mumbled softly as you softly cried, still loopy from the drugs but unable to tear your eyes away from the two screaming bodies.

"First girl is 2.1kg (4lb 11oz) and 40.5 cm (16in), Second Girl 2kg on the dot and 38 cm (15in)" The nurse called out.

2 Minutes after the stroke of midnight a the final baby was lifted from you. Clearly this one begins a bit of a struggle as it wasnt annouced but the cord was wrapped around them-

"Its a boy!" The doctor called out, but his body limp and pale. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you saw the doctors quickly turn away and begin to try and get air in the babies lungs.

Simon was sitting there pale and eyes glossed over, it was like when he first got home after Soap died like he could only see his death and nothing more. His hand holding yours in a iron grip as he didn't move an inch-

The loud cry Seeming to break the spell that hung over the room as the boy was quickly rushed into a bassinet to begin his check over and treatment. Simon taking a breath again as he looked at you, his eyes beginning to return to some way of normal it seemed as he reached a shaking hand over to clear the tears from your cheeks.

"For the boy, 1.8kg (4lb 1oz) and 38cm (15 in)" The nurse called out, The bassinet being brought to your side as you saw your three squirming babies scream out at the world. You sobbing silently and watch in awe, Simon kissing your cheek as he couldn't tear his eyes away either.

"We are going to stitch you up and send you to recovery, Dad wanna come with us?" The nurse asked, Simon looking at you and you nodded- already feeling the narcotics pulling you into a forced sleep.

"Okay.."

The next hour was truthfully a blur for both of you. The babies being carted in and out, you bring pumped up with more drugs and Simon in a daze that in one day he was a father to three children..

The nurses asking him questions and lead him away from you to the nursery area were he could hold his kids while you rested. Having him scrubbed down and in cleans as he was seated in the clean room to hold each of his children, Holding both girls as he marveled at them- they looked so much like you.. A perfect mix between the two and in his eyes the most beautiful girls in the world.

"What about feedin's?" Simon asked his exhaustion making his accent stronger, especially after noting the lack of baby bottles. The nurse giving a sympathetic smile to the new father.

"They are on a feeding tubes" She said softly and pointed to the machine one of many attached to the tiny newborns.

Simon sat there, holding the little boy finally. Sadness in his eyes as he stared at the tiny Lad, smaller then his sisters and having barely survived the hard birth as the nurses told him, the tiny tube that was taped on his face didnt help Simons thoughts either.

The girls were asleep in the glass bassinet on the other side of him, He sat there holding the boy who had just been laid in his arms and sighing softly... the flashes of his own father going through his mind as doubt ate at his soul, Tommy as well- How he would be as a father.. what it truly ment to be one.

Jumping from his thoughts his phone started to buzz, not wanting to wake the babies he pulled it out quickly and silenced it- Seeing it was a reminder for something... His eyes widening at the text.

'November 12th 01:07am 🧼 Birthday'

"Son of a Bitch" Simon said with a sad laugh, shaking his head as he remembered his comrade and the request of a birthday gift from the Lieutenant.

"Couldnt let me forget could you?.." Simon said softly, tears welling in his eyes as he stared back at his little boy and held him closer. "Happy Birthday to you then..."

♡ Hazel Grace Riley - November 11th 11:56pm

♡ Rose Ann Riley - November 11th 11:59pm

♡ John 'Johnny' Scott Riley - November 12th 12:01am

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n3xii · 11 months

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Whats next in your love life?

hey guys i havent been back in a while but im here with a pick a card reading detailing whats next in your love life and what you should focus on, heres the images you can use to pick your pile!!

Masterlist (personal readings)

PILE ONE

cards- ten of swords, the moon reversed the king of swords reversed, the three of wands reversed and the ten of cups reversed

I feel that this pile has undergone a significant endings or realization in their love life and theyre still trying to make sense of everything moving forward. you’re struggling to maintain harmony and a sense of togetherness because of communication issues, paranoia, secrets being revealed, lack of trust etc. I feel this pile has delt with manipulative, dishonest people in their past and releasing yourself from the web of confusion has been difficult. you’re struggling to overcome the trust issues you’ve been left with and it feels difficult to open up to people again, so what im seeing is a healing process with ups and downs, im seeing you recovering but still adjusting to being open a vulnerable, im seeing you being less avoidant but still keeping to yourself and finding a balance, you dont want to come out of the shadows but you're still adjusting to the warmth which is good. healing is not linear or instant. I feel like with the ten of cups here reversed, this fear of trusting people again has casued you to feel disconnected not just from potential partners/current partners, but also from your close loved ones. im picking up on someone who feels withdrawn and almost apathetic, dealing with the raw emotions of something has been dauting and withdrawing feels safer. but i am seeing you progress and be more open as you heal moving forward. <3

PILE TWO

cards - chariot reversed, the ten of pentacles reversed, the hanged man, the ace of cups, the king of swords, the lovers reversed, the 7 of wands, the 8 of wands

alrighty im seeing a situation where you currently feel lost and directionless when to comes to career and long term prospects, you’ve been taking a passive seat and view of this realm of life. im seeing that change because a new relationship forming, this person is clear headed, direct, mature, assertive and im seeing that being around this person will have a contagious effect on you that inspires you to take a stand in your life. they will isnpire you to align everything that is currently not compatible with the future you want to create. im feeling that this person helps you make major life choices that impact your life path, and they help you take a more aggressive stand on things that are important to you. this person will be very inspiring and provoke you to take more action in your life, im seeing that this person will provoke you to take more control over the direction of your aspirations and goals. they will help you mentally clear out junk and get a more focused mindset.

PILE THREE

cards- the two of cups reversed, the knight of cups reversed, the emperor reversed, justice, wheel of fortune, the 6 of swords reversed, the hierophant and the moon

theres someone coming in with a horrible attitude towards love, they’re a masculine with immature qualities, emotional immaturity and they feel like someone who thinks treating their partner with adoration and love is ‘’below’’ them. they are restiant to take the lead and be expressive of their emotions so their resistance to be emotionally open creates unequal exchange of energy and feelings. if you deal with this person they will be unclear and conusing to deal with. With the justice and wheel of fortune card, im seeing this person get their ass handed to them karmically basically, their time of accountability is coming and the universe will teach them a lesson. For some of you this is a message that someone you know that treated you like this in the past will be getting their divine timing of karma soon, but regardless of how this resonates with you, this person will remain restiant to learning and elevating, they will stay the same and their illusions will still influence them. so if this is a person trying to come back this is a message for some people not to go back to the past, keep your priotries on whats right for you and your relationship values.

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Imagine-

Pervy MultiVillains trying to initiate something with you, but you're acting all squirrelly and trying to brush him off, which is very out of the ordinary and confusing them... because, and you dont want to admit this but,... you kinda, sorta, maybe already took care of yourself 😅

Beetlejuice kinda jokes about it at first, like "What?? You already do it or something baby???", a goofy befuddled look on his face- and then... slowly... his face grows stormy and his voice goes demonic when you just kinda laugh, nervously, in responce. "Wait wait wait- You did!? " He finally found someone with a similarly high sex drive as he does and you did this to him?? He finds this to be fucken heinous betrayal. If you're gonna fuck yourself at least let him watch! So no. Oh, no. He's not going to let this go right away. This pisses him off. And tonight you're going to learn a lesson from him you will never forget.

Chucky didn't even know that was something you did at all- masturbate?? You?? You're way too cute for that, no way. But when you jump at his touch, he's got to consider it. He's like, "huh... okay then... hm... be right back." He promptly leaves you and goes in search. Your room gets picked through, your internet history is checked, every miscellaneous bottle in your bathroom gets read- until he finds proof (A toy, porn, racy tumblr blogs, lube or toy cleaner, whatever).

"Aha!" He'll exclaim, and you will never hear the end of it after that 😅 What? He's just very curious about this part of your life he had no damn idea about~~

When you continuously attempt to distract Freddy, he grows increasingly suspicious of you- until you're just chatting away and he's not trying to touch you anymore but he's not listening either, he's thinking... and it's never a good thing when he thinks. After a few minutes of this he suddenly speaks ("Do you have a toy??" Cuz like, theres gotta be a reason you are acting so damn sensitive, and he knows you. He knows how you act when you've had a time~), and it takes you by surprise so it takes you a moment to register what he's said and then- when you do- you open your mouth to object... notice the very serious, I will know if you lie bitch, kinda look on his face...

"No!??" You exclaim, though the fact that you're running away tells him everything he needs to know.

Greasy doesn't consider it on his own- he's used to being turned down so he just sorta goes off huffing. Like, fine. Maybe next time you need him he'll tell you he's not in the mood, eh? It's not until he's complaining to Wheezy, who's not really paying any attention and says something off-hand like maybe y/n delt with it themself tonight, that Greasy has the 💡💡💡 moment ("Wait... what? WHAT!? You think... they... oh no. Absolutely not- "). He's off in a millisecond, leaving Wheezy thankfully alone again, and throwing your door open again like

'Y/N!! WHERE IS IT HERMOSA!?'

'Jesus christ Greasy what the hell!??'

(And I could not for the life of me think of anything for Hades, my brain just went nooooooooooooooo sh sh sh nope nonononono not today ma'am- so I will be back here when my Hades brain boots back up)

#Imagine #Imagines #MultiVillains x Reader #MultiVillains x Reader Imagine #MultiVillains Imagine #Beetlejuice #Beetlejuice x Reader #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Chucky x Reader #Charles Lee Ray x Reader #Freddy Krueger x Reader #Freddy Krueger #Greasy Weasel #Greasy Weasel x Reader #Hades #Disney Hades #Hades x Reader #Disney Hades x Reader

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 7 months

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u can never have too many au ideas (aka the cursed-sun/moon au)

(im copy n pasting this from discord bc im lazy sorry y'all fsjhf)

other au idea: Sun is a ruler or lord in a fantasy world or smthn and Moon is the form he's been Cursed into turning into each night. Reader is a low-tier magic-weilder (who has a secret past that involves smthn rlly Bad and they used to have a reasonable amount of respectability in th community but now theyre shunned and cant get a job anywhere and also has a big scar and/or only one eye lol) who's one remaining ability is the ability to lift minor curses or plagues. Sun has been searching for someone who can 'bless' the curse of Moon (or whatever is making Moon be nasty murderous bloodthirsty man) for ages but mages r rare and most of them spend maybe one night trying to cure Moon before either getting got or being scared into getting tf outta there

so eventually word reaches Sun of a mage who's been looking for work, with the only catch being that they arent very powerful and no one has much to say abt them, and Sun, who has burnt every single thread he has trying to find a mage, is like GOOD ENOUGH CALL THEM HERE

and reader is like 'oh shit this is potentially a rlly good job, the only catch is that i have to deal w a demon possessed guy thats like twice my height and three times as strong,,' and like. bc they have Zero Options and also feel like their life has run itself into th ground and there is little left for them/no way to get themselves out of their Issues, they r like 'yeah sure its gonna take a while bc i can only perform minor magic but i'll do whatever i can to see that this curse is delt with'

and instead of trying to face Moon head on, they start with just kinda,, getting to know him. he's kept chained/locked away in a chamber every night to keep ppl safe, but every night reader goes into the chambers, sits at a tea table just out of his reach, and just. talks with him

they dont entertain his trying to mess w them, taunting, cruelty, etc, but they talk when there's the chance for standard conversation. at first it's hell bc Moon is a little shit and he never cooperates. he never answers questions, he spends the entire night threatening to tear them apart and savor their insides, etc. they bring him a cup of tea every night, and every time he smashes the cup and throws the pieces at them

ok well point is eventually Moon starts to mellow out around them, will actually sit and have conversation with them, one day is like 'you think i dont know what youre doing?? youre just trying to bore me into falling for ur trap so u can kill me. i like ur style but its not gonna work >:3'

and reader is like 'i literally do not have enough magic to kill a toad let alone a whole entire possessed person' and moon is like ',, huh. so what IS ur goal here??' and reader is like 'i want to lift ur curse for both u and Sun's sakes. i gave u my word, and i will follow through, at the very least to clear my own conscience of a past sin'

and so eventually Moon, out of curiosity, and later bc he likes spending time with reader, starts letting them cast the healing magic on him, breaking the curse little by little every night

and at the same time all this is happening, reader is spending mornings and evenings with Sun and keeping him up to date on how the process is going and, eventually, becoming the person he turns to when he's stressed or tired or rlly just wants company

and idk smthn smthn eventually both of them rlly want Reader and they dont know how to act so they just b making fools of themselves but reader is a dumbass so theyre just confused

(Moon absolutely tells Reader abt every 'oh man i rlly wanna kiss kiss snuggle smooch the mage rn' thought Sun has during the day but Reader is so used to Moon being a little shit n making shit up to mess with them that they r just like ._. )

the plot twist part,,

(the secret dark past that reader is hiding is that they used to be a local mage for a nearby town who was known and respected for giving 'blessings' to ppl for small fees but one day for Reasons, they cast a curse upon someone and one of the biggest no-no's a mage can do is Curse someone so the town practically rioted, tore them down from their pedestal, called upon another mage to strip reader of their magic, and then cast them out)

(rn im considering the idea that the person reader Cursed is Vanny, who, because of her own curse, eventually went on to be the one who cursed Sun and Moon)

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chaotic-vibes-only-please · 2 years

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heyy i really really loved your headcanons 😭💗 but if you dont mind, can i request when the creeps realizied that they're falling in love with their s/o? or reader?

When Eyeless Jack, Masky, and Tim Realize They're Falling in Love with Their S/O

Jack loves to take walks in the forest. But what he likes more than that is doing it with you. It's became a routine that every morning, you would join him. You two came to a small clearing where there's flowers and a small stream. He had taken you there on purpose. It's where he goes to get away from stressors in his life and he wanted...to share it with you for some reason.

A/N: I'm happy to hear you enjoyed them! I can certainly do that my dear, I hope you don't mind I chose some of my own since specifics weren't mentioned- But here you go! 🍵💕

Eyeless Jack

He observed how your eyes lit up when spotting the beautiful scenery, how your already beautiful features morphed into excitement, making you seem even more gorgeous. It was in that moment when you eagerly looked up at him and pointed at all the pretty plants that Jack noticed he's completely mesmerized.

He had to shake himself out of his trance because he knew he was staring. When you guys sat over the rocky ledge of the stream, you picked a single flower from the grass patches nearby and told him to lean his head down. He was confused, but complied in silence.

You scooched closer to him, the outer part of your thigh pressed against his. Jack noticed his own heart rate is increasing from the lack of space. Your face was so close to his that the nose of his mask was inches from your own. He could smell you clearly, the addicting scent you naturally had. You placed the flower in his hair and adjusted it. As you did so, Jack couldn't keep his "eyes" off of your lips the entire time. And when you pulled back and clasped your hands together while cooing at how he looked handsome with the new accessory, Jack instantly knew he had developed feelings.

Tim Wright

He had a stressful day. Tim had just arrived home from "work" and he was drained. He didn't even have enough energy to make dinner. So when there was a knock on his door only ten minutes later, he cursed and stood up off the couch he'd collapsed on top of prior. Tim was about to tell whoever was there to fuck off, but in the doorway was you, his neighbor, holding something that smells amazing in a pan with a foil cover over it.

You had a small crush on Tim for a while now, and you decided to bring over a dish you'd made too much of. Tim adored you already. You were always sweet to him, no matter how grumpy he was torwards you. It was a fresh breath of air to have someone who delt with his attitude with grace. Your company always made him feel better. So he invited you in for dinner. You could already see how tired he was from the bags under his eyes, so you volunteered to set everything up and make a few sides to go with the main course in his kitchen.

He watched you move around, preparing for the meal. Tim felt relaxed and...warm? It was nice to not be alone for once. He already started to wish you could stay over more and cook for him often. It's domestic and Tim often craved this kind of lifestyle, to have someone to come home to.

It's really when you two sat down and started eating and talking that he notices how his stomach flutters whenever you giggle at his stupid dad jokes, how you listen to his every word carefully, and how you don't seem to mind his exhaustion at all. He realized he was falling when he had imagined what it would be like to live with you, to hug you, and to kiss you.

Masky

A mission gone wrong had left him with a few rough wounds over his body. Masky would usually go to Jack, but the asshole was also gone on some sort of assignment so you were the next option. Masky didn't mind at all. He enjoyed getting on your nerves and the little banter you guys always had when put in the same room.

This time was different. When you saw how severe is injuries were, instead of your usual playfulness, you'd gone into full blown concern. Masky was shocked because, well, nobody had ever acted this worried for his wellbeing before. He was stunned into silence when you forced him to sit on your couch and rest as you grabbed the first aid bag you kept around.

There was a particular slash across his lower abdomen that required him to take off his shirt and slightly tug down the waist band of his jeans to treat. It shows off a fair amount of his V-line. Masky smirked at how flustered you got trying to clean the cut. He grimaced every now and then because it did hurt like a bitch, but seeing how cute you are just from a bit of exposed skin makes him feel better.

As you continued to treat him, Masky saw how gentle you were. With each stitch and bandage, you're careful not to hurt him. He noted the little things about you. Like the adorable way you bite your lip while you focus. His eyes were glued to your every movement. When you felt him staring, he looked away quickly, his heart pounds in his chest and his skin flares with warmth. Thankfully you ignored it, but he's startled by his own thoughts and reactions. Masky figured it out pretty quickly that he's beginning to gain more then a crush on you.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #marble hornets x reader #marble hornets #Masky #Masky x reader #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack #tim wright #tim wright x reader

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loiswasadevil · 5 months

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youre such a terrible fucking troll. youve got a lazy backstory, you "dont know" where your money comes from, you dont know what happened to your mom (tbh thats plausible, but unlikely), like youre seriously so bad at this HAHAHA. good run tho. i know you wont answer this bc you cant disprove, but u made me laugh so much. thank u frfr

I'm not a Troll Because JUST BECAUSE I'M FAMILY GUY FAN. I haven't spoken to my mom in over 8 years I don't know what happened to her I don't want any contact with my Family or my past life I don't fucking care what happened to her Because of the way they treated me. I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT ANY OF THIS BULLSHIT UNTIL I BECAME ACTIVE ONLINE, THESE THINGS HAVE NEVER EVER CONCERNED ME AND I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN SELF SUFFICIENT, I DON'T NEED TO KNOW WHERE MY MONEY COMES FROM BECAUSE IT DOESNT CONCERN ME AND I HAVE NEVER SUPPORTED THIS CORRUPT SYSTEM, WHAT CAN YOU SAY ABOUT YOURSELF? YOU ARE A COG IN THE MACHINE, I AM THE AIR THAT SURROUNDS SAID MACHINE. I DON'T NEED TO TELL ANYONE ANYTHING ABOUT MY MOTHER, MY FATHER, OR MY BROTHER, I TALK ABOUT MY EXPERIENCES OFF GRID TO SPREAD AWARENESS ABOUT THE REALITY OF OFF GRID AND TO HIGHLIGHT THE IMPORTANCE OF FAMILY GUY IN MY LIFE, BECAUSE FOR OVER 10 YEARS IT WAS ALL I THOUGHT ABOUT. YES FOR MANY YEARS OF MY LIFE CALEB BOUGHT ME FOOD AND GIFTS. I DO KNOW WHERE MY MONEY COMES FROM BECAUSE I KNOW HOW TO USE MY CASHAPP CARD BECAUSE IM A FUCKING ADULT TOO, AND I HAVE ANOTHER CARD I USE WHEN IT DOESNT WORK. I KNOW HOW TO PRESERVE FOOD AND I HARDLY EAT AS MUCH AS THE AVERAGE PERSON. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT HAPPENED TO MY MOM I HOPE SHE IS DEAD AS I DO WITH MY FATHER, I HOPE THEY ARE WATCHING ME EXPERIENCE MY HEAVEN;THEIR HELL EVERY DAY AND THRIVE. I AM THE DEVIL THAT RULES IN THEIR HELL, MY IRONIC PUNISHMENT WAS FUTILE IN THE HANDS OF FATE, BECAUSE I ESCAPED OFF GRID AND YOU WANT TO DENY ME MY HAPPINESS EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW LITTLE OF MY LIFE. I DON'T HAVE A "BACKSTORY" I HAVE PERSONAL STORIES I SHARE WITH MY CLOSEST FOLLOWERS ON TUMBLR, I HAVE NEVER EVER MINDED TALKING ABOUT MY EXPERIENCE BECAUSE I BELIEVE IT IS MY DUTY AS AN ABUSE SURVIVOR TO TELL MY STORY. LIKING FAMILY GUY DOESN'T MAKE ME OR ANYONE A TROLL. YOU DON'T CALL SOUTH PARK KIN TROLLS JUST FOR BEING WHO THEY ARE, EVEN THOUGH THOSE PEOPLE ARE DISGUSTING CHILD PORN LOVING FREAKS. YOU JUST WANT TO HATE ON FAMILY GUY KIN AND BE MY CATALYST AND FUCK YOU FOR THAT. WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO "DISPROVE" WHEN NOBODY BELIEVES A STORY THAT I DIDN'T ASK ANYONE TO BELIEVE IN THE FIRST PLACE, MY LIFE ISN'T A STORY FOR YOU TO FLIP THROUGH LIKE SOME MAGAZINE. FAMILY GUY FANS LIVES MATTER AND FUCK YOU FOR TRYING TO DIMINISH ME FOR BEING AN ADULT CARTOON FAN/KIN. SORRY NOT SORRY THAT LIFE HAS DELT CARDS IN MY FAVOR, AND I HAVE THE WINNING HAND. I DO NOT HAVE TO DISPROVE ANYTHING, MY LIFE IS MY LIFE AND I CHOOSE TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT BECAUSE I WANT TO SPREAD AWARENESS AND SHOW YOU ALL INSIGHT ABOUT HER DEVILS HEART AND THE PARALLEL HATRED BETWEEN UNIVERSI THAT CORRUPTED IT IN THE FIRST PLACE.

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ncis-onyoursixboss · 1 year

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Gibbs and you have an argument

Summery: You are tired of gibbs coming home at 12:00 and jusy going downstairs to work on his boat, so you mention it and when he starts to deny, you blow up a little. What you did not expect was for the words he said to fly out of his mouth.

Being the wife of gibbs ment that you sometimes had to wait an additional 3-4 hours for your loving husband to get home. Even then, sometimes he would sit in the basement for hours at a time, only coming up to get dinner when you forced him too. Still, you composed yourself and delt with those nights, always willing to tell him that you married ALL of him, even his flaws. However, this past month was different. The entire month he had been home super late, barely eating, working on that damn boat, and never even spoke to you. It got on your nerves. How could he ignore you for an entire month before realizing it? Thats why you tryed to find a way to slip it in before he evaporated, stuck working on the unfinished boat.

"Love, i know your busy but i need to talk with you." You said softly, gaining some confidence as he seemed to be better then yesterday.

"Not now (Name) im busy, you know this." He responded, just as cold as the few times he would respond to you as of late. He continued to move around, grabbing some things for his long trip downstairs.

"I know, i just wanna ask if maybe you could take a break? You have been overworking yourself, its dangerous." You continue explaining. "Besides, maybe some time with your wife would help relax-" but you were quickly cut off by an annoyed tone.

"So you just want attention?" He asked as he stops moving and stares at you. You let out a shallow breath and shook your head.

"N-no, well, kinda but thats not why i am worried. You have been this way for a month, you work till 12:00 and then come home, and go right downstairs, you only come up once and thats too get your plate to take back downstairs!" You start to get louder as you get angrier that he hasent noticed his own scheduale.

"Im trying to save lives! Are you questioning me?! My job is serious and cant be wasted eating dinner and playing family!" He shouts at you, face growing a shade of light red, showing how angry he really is. You stagger backwards, shocked he would blow-up in such a way towards you.

"What are you saying Jethro?" You ask, worried for your relationship.

"IF YOU CANT HANDLE ME, FILE FOR A DAMN DIVORCE! I CANT WASTE MY TIME WITH YOU!!" He screamed towards you. Loud enough for the whole block to hear. You shook lightly and felt your eyes gathering tears. Gibbs stared at you, almost like he was waiting.

"You want a divorce..?" You asked, so meakly, it almost broke him. He had realized what he said. He just told the love of his life, to leave. He pushed you away. He hurt you. He broke all his custom vows, in 2 sentinces. You turned around and sobbed your way back to your "Shared" bedroom.

If he really wanted you gone, you would leave. You would do anything to ensure his happiness. Even if it ment destroying you in the process.

You grabbed a duffel from inside your closet and put it ontop the bed. You walked back to the closet and grabbed clothes, stuffing then inside. You didint need much, just enough to stay with Dinozzo for the night. You and Tony had been close friends for years before he introduced gibbs to you. You knew he was alone tonight so you figured you would go there. If he couldent take you, you would to to a hotel or maybe abby's.

"What are you doing?" You heard from the doorframe behind you. You turned to see gibbs standing there, wide eyed and with his eyes watered up. You smiled softly while still crying.

"Im going somewhere else for the night, I should be back tommorow, if you still want the divorce by then, i'll file it ok?" You said. Thats when he broke. He started to cry and hugged you, not wanting to let go.

"P-please dont, im so sorry, im sorry, please, dont leave me, i didint mean what i said i swear." He stiffled through small sobs. His feelings were not what you expected.

"But you said-" however he cut you off by kissing you roughly and messily, the same slightly chapped lips in play.

"Im sorry, please stay, i'll take a break, ill get rid of the boat, just, stay." He begged. You nodded and he shoved the duffel off the bed before picking you up and placing you in. He turned out the lights, climbed in and spent the rest of the night holding you, being afraid if he let go, he might lose you forever.

"I love you, Jethro"

"I love you too"

#ncis fanfiction #Gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs #angst to fluff #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #reader insert #reader × gibbs #tony dinozzo #abby scuito

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as-i-watch · 7 months

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Episode 6 Veredict:

3/5 Straw Hats 👒👒👒

The Good:

Zeff and Sanji. Just individually but also together. I knew the actors had a mentor/padawan relationship (mentee i think it is the right word) but holy shit it translated so well to the screen

Craig Fairbrass stole the show for me with his Zeff, for real. I want to rewatch and study every scene

I liked the delt with Zoro's injury. In anime/manga (except for very serious cases *ahem*) usually they dont deal with it at all. They give Zoro or whoever some bandages and good to go. I liked they presented them with this challenge. Specially the crew not knowing if Zoro was gonna make it or not. We all always trust they are gonna be ok no matter what. It was interesting and presented new dynamics

This an amend, last veredict i complaint about Nami not leaving. I like she did and it made sense for her to leave bc she was pushed to it and wanted to save her friends

I also liked that Zoro and Sanji had like no interactions prior to Sanji joining. I'll wait to see how that developes but it present an interesting atarting point for their dynamic.

Fuck Yeah Buggy

Ehh could've been better

The overall ep felt a bit flat. Nothing really happened...

They saved it with the acting but the last goodbye with Sanji and Zeff could've been very flat. I found it not very memorable (again the acting was great and saved it for me). But its honestly one of my fav moments of the whole anime so im not unbiased

I really dont really quite like Arlong. Sorry. And its not like 'love to hate' i just dont like where they went with it. The fishman costume is ok (it was a hella tricky concept tho) but i found him more annoying than anything. But im open to change my mind next ep

#opla #one piece LA #oops forgot to post this #lol #you didnt ask for it and yet here it is: my opinion

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itsoak · 2 months

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Bad Hair Day (Platonic Velvette/Reader)

This originally was supposed to be a scene with Alastor and reader, but I realized it suited Vel waayyyy more. As someone who grew up with curly hair with zero understanding on what to do with it, I love the headcannon that Vel has all the products and curly girl tips and tricks.

You’d been staring at yourself in the mirror for what felt like hours. Your hair was a giant mane of frizz and fluff, and at this point you were too exhausted to go through the process of re-wetting, curling, drying and then brushing it out in frustration again. There was hair gel, various brushes, and loose hair strands covering the bathroom sink. Perhaps you should have just straightened it and delt with the repercussions of dead burnt hair later.

Feeling utterly defeated, you grabbed a hairband and tied your hair back into a bun, exiting the bathroom when the door unlatched itself, Velvette walking in on the messy display.

“Honestly what could you possibly be--“ she startled at the hurricane that had hit your bathroom, “oh babes! What the hell happened to you?”

“Bad hair day I suppose” there was no enthusiasm in your voice.

“Oh my god, sit down now.”

Velvette ushered you to sit back down in your chair, closing the door behind.

“I was wondering what was taking you so long, you shoulda just come and gotten me sooner” she took a quick photo of your hair before beginning to spritz the mane with a large spray bottle filled with water mixed with conditioner, your hair soaked it up, its volume decreasing drastically as it became entirely soaked, brushing any knots out with a wide toothed comb.

“I was thinking about just cutting it all off to save us both the trouble” Velvette let out an offended gasp.

“Dont you fucking dare.” you laughed at the reaction as she began to rake curl cream through your hair with her fingers, scrunching it. The feeling of her fingers scratching your scalp was soothing, you closed your eyes practically purring at the massage. You could tell she was only doing it for as long as she did for your own sake and enjoyment and not for the actual hair. Velvette then began raking in gel before she parted your hair, sectioning it off into clumps as she finger coiled the strands of the sections.

“Whats that for?”

“You curl pattern has to be utterly destroyed at this point. I’m just giving it some nutrients again and reminding it how it should be formed and not a cragly mess”

You gave a hum as a response as she moved onto the next section of hair, rewetting it with the spray bottle before repeating what she did on the first. She was singing some sort of British pop song to herself that you had no clue what the lyrics were. Out of all the the Vees, Velvette had always been your favorite. Her brash sassy personality and witty attitude never failed to amuse you. She was fearless in everything she did despite how new to the scene of overlordship she was. Over the past few years you had been working together, she had gone from a business partner to one of your closes friends. You had never had sisters but you could only assume a day with Velvette was exactly what is was like, clothing being shared and stolen, petty arguments, and then going out for brunch 20 minutes later. Velvette was right, you probably should have asked her for help sooner, she definetely enjoyed upkeep more, but you were determined to figure it out for yourself, and ultimately, failed.

Velvette--who was finally finished with the finger coils-- started scrunching your hair again with a microfiber towel before grabbing a blow dryer and attaching the diffuser.

“My hair always comes out frizzier when I use that thing. Plus it takes forever” you pouted.

“That’s because you dont know squat about proper hair care” she said, hovering the diffuser on low heat and speed, letting the gel cast dry.

“My mother taught me how to take care of my hair” she mused, “Dressed me up, helped get me into fashion. When I was younger the other kids didn’t have the same type of hair as me. We tried to tame it down to help fit in with the others or else those dirty little cunts would try to touch it or ask a million questions, but my hair never worked like theirs. Eventually I stopped giving two shits and started wearing my hair however the fuck I wanted” Vel had started taking chunks of your hair and let it plop on the diffuser, scrunching it up to your scalp and holding it there till semi dry enough to go to the next. She made sure your turned your head over at various angles to let the hair fall naturally and give more volume.

“Your hair is gorgeous” you praised.

It was absolutely true, her hair had always been one of, if not her best quality, and how she had the patience and skill to do a different look every day was beyond you. Today she was wearing her hair in cornrows, tied into a cute bun in the back, strands of curly hair dangling to perfectly frame her face.

“I guess I never really cared about that sort of thing before meeting you Vel”

“And thank Lucifer you did. I mean where would you possibly be without me?”

“Probably bald.”

She gave a swift slap at your head which you laughed off.

Once she finally finished Vel put a few droplets of hair oil into her palms before scrunching the stiff gel cast off. She took a step back to admire her work, giving herself a triumphant smirk before whipping out her phone to take hundreds of photos, posting and tweeting about her achievement with a before and after photo. She had done a brilliant job, the curls fell in loose yet defined curls with a beautiful shine and volume. Vel had outdone herself once again and she knew it.

“Thank you, It looks amazing”

“Of course it does! Now fuck off, we have places to be”

With a quick hug and peck on the temple Vel was off, laughing and texting on her phone. You admired yourself in the mirror a moment longer, watching the curls sway and bounce as you shook your head, before following her out the door.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fanfiction #hazbin hotel velvette #fluff #curly hair #reader insert #the vees #hazbin velvette

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criolla-star · 2 months

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A Fiery Lovestory(Red Son x Mk)(part 1)

(hell i know very well i shouldn't be making a whole new story but im obsessed with this ship and can't stop thinking about it, sooo here's a spicynoodles fanfic also this is lego Monkie Kid not ninjago before anyone gets confused and Macaque and Red Son are friends and his parents are shit this is for the sake of the story i don't hate Pif and DBK Red son did not become a hero and doesn't know he created the Samadhi fire and yes Macaque does call Red Son kid even though he's over 500 and Mk is 19 and yes they did defeat LBD but dont know Red Son created the fire except Wukong and the others who was there when extracting the fire )

"C'mon kid why don't you just leave them they're shit to you either way" Macaque said to his fiery friend who was sitting on his bed, "and make myself seem like the laughing stock to those peasants? Fuck no" Red Son replied Macaque let out a sigh before sitting next to him, "listen kid...I know a thing or two about being around shitty crowds and sometimes it doesn't matter how much you embarrass yourself it's better to just leave" the monkey demon said, Red Son stared up at him, "That's not it, I just need to prove my worth to my parents, I'm barely worth being known as the son of the Great DBK if I can't prove myself and that's what i'm going to so" Red Son replied, blind to the consequences of his actions, he stood up and left leaving Macaque, "Poor kid..." he whispered to himself before slipping away into the shadows most likely following him.

(With Mk and his friends)"Mk when you're done with your deliveries we should go to the arcade" Mei said out joyfully staring at her friend, "Oooo can i come???" Wukong asked curiously, Mk stared at his mentor, "Sure! But you're gonna need to hide that tail" Mk replied as he continued packing orders in the truck which Wukong gave him a thumbs up. "Hurry up Mk! We don't got forever you better get all these orders otherwise you're fired!!!"Pigsy shouted from inside even though this was like the thousandth time he said he would've fired Mk. "Ok ok, see ya"Mk said packing this last order in and jumping into the van and driving off.

Mk put some music on and continued to drive around giving people their orders, "Today's surprisingly peaceful, no spiders, no bone demons, no DBK- ohHHH Shit!!" Mk shouted as the truck was suddenly lifted into the air by..... you guessed it DBK, "Ah shit i jinxed it...."Mk said before grabbing his staff and holding it closely. Suddenly the door to the van was opened by DBK. "Hand over the staff i've given enough chances and this is your last warning"DBK said angrily, Mk stared up at him, "Haha...nooo...?" Mk said out awkwardly. DBK let out a growl before throwing the van into a building. "whoaAAA-"Mk said before jumping out and transforming into a bird and flying away. "Honestly i love how worked up you get when you try to steal the staff from me"He laughed out teasing DBK, suddenly he roared and a blue beam emitted from his mouth due to his short temper.

(meanwhile with Wukong and the others) Red Son appeared at the front of the store, "Come out here and fight me you peasants!!!" Red Son shouted out angrily he waited for his father to appear and had to keep these idiots busy while he delt with Noodle Boy. The group came out of the noodle shop. "Oh would you look at that, DBK sent you to deal with us "Wukong teased, "Yea Red Boy!" Mei added causing Red Son to growl, "For the last time it's Red Son!!"The prince exclaimed as his hair lit on fire due to his outburst "Mei ,Sandy, Pigsy and Tang you all go and help anyone you can find" Wukong said Mei stared at him with a bit of doubt not realising the others left but when she was about to go, "Uh Uh uh~ You're not going anywhere" Red Son said out in a sing songy voice as he surrounded the three of them with a ring of fire stopping Mei from leaving. "Alright then !We can both beat you in our sleep "Mei laughed out.

(With Mk)"Honestly i've seen toddlers more aggressive than you and hell they probably could've been able to beat me which means you are weak!"Mk teased sending DBK into another rage fit at this point Mk was just playing with him at this point, he heard a whoosh and saw fire in the sky, "oh no...my friends..."Mk whispered realising that the fire was right in front of Pigsys' noodle shop. Mk suddenly had a mood switch and took this seriously and he began beating DBK easily eventually he had to retreat with the help of his wife. The moment he left he sped towards his friends.

(With Wukong and Mei) Mei had Red Son on the ground with her sword at his neck, "You might as well give up now your not gonna win against me and i doubt you could last 5minutes if Monkey King was actually trying"Mei said. Red Son stared at her before using his free hand to burn heat up the swords handle. "Oh shit!Hot hot hot!!!' Mei said before throwing her sword to the side and clutching her right hand and Wukong coming over to her, "I'll have you know that i'm no idiot and I don't fall for simple tricks such as that" Red Son hissed before standing up. Suddenly the fire surrounding them was put out and Mk swooped down. "Mei you okay?"He asked his best friend as he kept eye contact with Red Son. "Y-yea! just a lil burnt on the hands that's all"She responded. "It's kinda ironic how your father always leaves you here when he retreats"Mk said earning a growl from Red Son. Mk jumped at Red Son grabbing him by the throat and pushing him against the ground, Wukong went up to Mk, "DBK was here?"the mentor asked which Mk responded with a nod, keeping his eyes on Red Son, the poor prince was beaten up badly he had a brusie on his cheek, his nose was bleeding he was covered in cuts and his clothes were ripped and he ooked like he was gonna pass out. "Listen Red Son, we'll make an offer you try changing your ways or your father or you could refuse and it could all end right now"Mk said out annoyingly.

"I'm afraid to tell you but your offer is declined"a familiar voice said suddenly Macaque jumped out of Red Sons' shadow punching Mk away. "Macaque!?" Wukong hissed before catching Mk before he could hit something. "You good kid?"Macaque asked helping Red Son get up, Red son simply nodded, "I'd love to stay here and take this dance with you Wukong but i've got someone to help"Macaque said noticing how beat up his friend looked, before retreating back into the shadows with Red Son.

Tang, Sandy and Pigsy came back, "W-we helped everyone we could find"Tang said, 'Did everything go alright here?"Pigsy asked earning a nod from Mei, Wukong and Mk were both confused as to when Macaque wad affiliated with Red Son, "MK you alright?"Pigsy asked, earning a nod from Mk, "Well... we should go inside and you guys can tell us what happened"Sandy said as everyone agreed before going inside.

The group went inside and Pigsy made some noodle for everyone saying it was on the house. Tang applied some aloe vera cream to Meis' hand as her hand was slightly burned. Mei began explaining what happened while Mk and Wukong were sitting there confused and annoyed. "So you're telling us that fucking Macaque is friends with the demon bull prince!"Pigsy said out annoyingly Mei nodded being stuffing her mouth with noodles, "Pigsy language"Tang said. Mk got up before going up to his apartment he changed and lied down on his bed before drifting off to sleep. who knows what other adventures await......

(Well that's part 1 hope you enjoy and god damn is this long also Mk is bisexual while Red Son is gay and the noodle shop is right below Mks' apartment which has two bedrooms so basically they're both connected please excuse and spelling mistakes i wrote this in 20minutes)

(EXTREMELY IMPORTANT: The samadhi fire Mei holds isn't as strong as the original and basically is just a much downgraded version of the original remember this)

#fanfiction #lmk #lego monkie kid #lego #spicynoodles #gay #spicynoodleshipping #lmk spicynoodles #monkie kid spicynoodles #lmk red son #lego monkie kid mk #lmk mei #mk lmk

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