#i said it before i'll say it again we were ROBBED

[sylleblosscm]

Related: an actual, canon(ish) passage of Luna being a Sore Loser who is Bad At Taking Criticism:

I was also in charge of the meal tonight. It seems I made too liberal a use of spices for my companion’s liking. She went so far as to declare my sense of taste unrefined. Given that her own approach to cooking is quite lax, I hardly think her to be in a position to criticize. (...)

I suppose I should mention that while Sol may be somewhat lacking in culinary skills, she is quite a proficient card player. I was impressed by her skill in planning and carefully executing each strategy for victory. Over the course of the evening, I managed not a single win. According to Sol, I am far too transparent in my intentions for my own good, and I let slip my hand too easily. At the time, I felt her accusations rather harsh and flatly refuted them.

#( what a fucking baby i love her #dawnposting hours #i've said it a million times before and i'll say it again: we were robbed ) #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ i was just in the middle of an inner monologue / ooc

[lokis-army-77]

Premium Air

mondern!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 1.1k

It's a few days after April Foos, Eddie isn't expecting you to pull a koke but you have something up your sleve.

Warning: noting! unless you count cursing

Thank you to my beta readers @munson-blurbs and @lofaewrites

Masterlist

You loved seeing the harmless little pranks that people would play on their significant others on social media and with April first already behind you, you knew Eddie wouldn’t suspect a thing. 

It was a bright Wednesday afternoon, you were at Robin's for a much needed girls day when you decided to put your little prank into action. 

"Hey, Rob, you wanna watch as I give Eddie a mini heart attack?" You ask as you wiggle into a more comfortable position on her couch.

"Oh my god, yes!" She excitedly shuffles over to you, leaning her whole body over your right side. 

You're both a giggling mess when you send the first text message. 

Hey, so my tire pressure light just came on, do I need to go have it checked?

It takes a few minutes but he eventually responds.

Is it still driving alright? 

Bring it to the shop when you get home from Robs, I'll fill it up before I leave work.

Yeah, it's driving just fine. The screen says it's my front passenger side tire.

You'll be fine to drive back home, I'll fill it up then, baby.

You leave it be for around thirty minutes as you and Robin think of what you should say next.

So Robin said I should go get it checked out and we were worried I wouldn't be able to drive all the way to your shop so I came to the one by her house.

I didn't know air was so expensive 😫. 

It was no more than a second later that your phone started to ring in your hands. Eddie's contact photo lighting up the screen. You swiped it away and you could feel Robin beginning to silently laugh 

Sweetheart, answer the phone.

Another call that you decline.

What do you mean expensive? Answer your phone!!!

Don't worry, Eds, the guy gave me a good deal! I think it's bc he thought I was pretty.

What do you mean by a good deal? Sweetheart, how much did you pay?

You and Robin can hardly contain your laughter. Tears are running down your faces. 

"I feel so bad, but it's so funny!" You cry. 

Robin nods along, "Don't, it's totally hilarious." She wipes her tears away and points at your phone, "Don't acknowledge those questions yet, say something about how he didn't notice the pretty comment."

You get to typing, fingers gliding over the keyboard.

Wow, I would have thought you'd be upset at another man...

Baby ,that is the last thing I'm worried about. HOW. MUCH. DID. YOU. PAY.

Well he said it was like premium air so it was on the more expensive end but apparently it won't seep out as fast as regular air.

You can see the read receipt and the three little dots as he begins to type. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest as the typing stops and he calls you again only for you to ignore it once more. 

Robin is beside you, howling as she holds her stomach. "This is the best thing I have EVER witnessed in my life!"

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, ANSWER YOUR PHONE. HOW MUCH DID YOU SPEND? BECAUSE PREMIUM AIR ISN'T REAL

So the guy said it's usually 250 for all 4 but he said he'd give me a deal and give me all 4 for the price of 3... is that not how much it usually is?

You need to tell me what shop you're at. Are you still there? Put me on the phone with this fucking guy

Eddie, I'm not putting you on the phone with him.

Sweetheart, why in the world would you take your car to someone else??? I'm literally a mechanic. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FREE!! 

Are you mad at me?

No, I'm not mad at you baby. I just need you to put me on the phone with the shop owner or someone, anyone. Air in all 4 tires is never gonna be over like 5 bucks...

I told you I'd take care of it, why didn't you just listen 

You almost double over, laughing harder than before. You could tell you were stressing him out, that he was trying to keep from freaking out. 

"Oh my god!" You cackle, "I think it's time to break it to him or else he might actually have a heart attack or maybe an aneurysm. 

Eddie calls you one last time and this time, you answer, sushing Robin as you press the speaker button. 

"Thank fuck, Sweetheart, put me on the phone with the asshole that scared you." His face was gruff, the growl of irritation bringing a shiver lust down your spine. 

"Eddie, baby, calm down." 

"I'll calm down when I get you your money back," he huffs. You can hear the sounds of his shop muffled through the speaker. 

You can't help the giggle that slips past your lips when you make eye contact with Robin. 

"This is not funny," he stresses. 

The giggles continue to bubble up, "I know I know, but I can't help it. I love you so much."

"I love you too, now please let me talk to the guy, I really don't wanna ask again." 

Robin takes your phone at that point, clearing her throat and proceeding to do her best impression of a blue collar man.

"Hey, this is Rodger, at you just got pranked garage, how can I help you?"

"Yeah, you can help me, I-" Eddie stops mid sentence. 

You've got your hand covering your mouth as you try, and fail, to cover your chortles.

"Wait a second... Robin?" All the building anger in his voice disappears as he slowly realizes what's happening.

Robin begins wheezing as you grab your phone back, "We got you!" You gleefully exclam into the phone.

"We got you good!" Robing teeters back on her legs, almost falling from the couch.

You can hear the shaky sigh of relief fron the receiver on the other end. "Thank God. Baby you had me going crazy over here. I was about to drive to every garage in town to find you."

"I'm so so so sorry, baby. I really am but we didn't do anything for April fools like we usually do and I just knew you wouldn't be expecting this."

Eddie lets out the longest sigh of relief you've ever heard. "Shit, sweetheart, I'm getting too old for these pranks."

"You're 35." You deadpan.

"And it's all down hill from here."

You can't see it but you know he has a shit eating grin on and you roll your eyes. "I'll make it up to you when I get home."

"You better."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #female reader #eddie munson fluff

[luveline]

Jadeee you are feeding us well today (screw those anons) if you’re still taking requests i thought the “would you still love me as a worm” prompt was funny and am curious to see Steve’s version if possible? If you’re not taking requests, so sorry!

hi! tysm for requesting ♡ fem!reader

Steve arrives with a shout and a loud bang. You glance up from your book, ear turned to the stairs as he hisses a swear. 

"You okay?" you call. 

He swears again. "Hey! I forgot you were coming over tonight."

You lounge in his bed in pyjamas he bought for you, your hair out of your face, completely at home. "Your bed is more comfortable than mine." 

Steve bounds up the steps from the sounds of it, mildly breathless but beaming as he passes the threshold and launches himself at you. You shriek as he crushes the pages of your book between you, his hands needling under your back and his weight on your stomach. "You're freezing!" you yelp, trying to squirm away. 

He's too determined. "God, I'm happy you're here. I'm thinking, fuck, I miss my baby, I wonder if she'll answer my calls tonight or if I'll have to beg–" 

"Yeah, because I usually make you beg to see me." You brush the hair from his face, eyes narrowed at him playfully. 

Steve shifts his weight to keep the majority of it off of you, one leg sliding between yours and the other on the outside of your thigh. His lips are as cold as his hands but gentle as he kisses you, misaligned, your bottom lip clearly catching his attention. "I would've," he murmurs between soft kissing, his nose brushing yours as he raises higher. "Would've done anything." 

"Lucky you, I never make a pretty boy beg," you say, his breath warming your lips. You stay like that for two seconds, three, eyes closed and breathing in the other.

He gives you a quick peck before settling in the curve of your neck. "This is awesome. Friday night party. Oh! And I've been meaning to ask you something so it's perfect that you're right here, Robin asked me and I wanted to ask you because I was thinking about it in the car…" He loses concentration, his hand stroking up behind your shoulder, as if to say, Hey, I got you. 

"Did you get much sleep last night?" you ask, bemused. 

"Totally…" He fakes a snore. 

"Steve. What did you want to ask me?" 

"Oh, yeah." He picks himself up from your neck. You must look squished, soft-jawed and unmade, but Steve doesn't look any less in love than usual. "Would you still love me as a worm?" 

"What?" you ask, stroking his cheek with the back of your pinky. "Do you want to shower before you go totally dumb on me?" 

"I'm serious, this is a serious question. And I only want to shower if you're coming with me, but this is important. Would you love me if I was a worm?" 

"Yeah, Steve. Of course I would." You smile as he smiles, tandem beaming that feels silly but good. "Why would you be a worm, though?" 

"See, this is what I asked Rob, and she said that doesn't matter but it doesn't make any sense. I told her I'd love her if she was a worm and she said she wouldn't love me because bugs give her the heebies. That's sick, right?" 

"Well, would you love me if I was?" you ask. 

"Are you stupid?" Steve noses at your neck, words said in tiny bursts of heat on your skin, "I'd turn myself into a worm to be with you forever."

"Now I feel like I should've said that." 

"No way. I loved how little you hesitated," he praises. Like a cat nuzzling a post, his hair tickles you. "If we were worms together we wouldn't have to work. We'd spend all day hugging." 

"Ew, all slithered together," you say, delighted. 

"Twisted around each other. Not not like this," he says, kissing your cheek sweetly. "We'd be the best worms ever. Me and you." 

You encourage him off of you to rescue your murdered paperback. Steve rolls onto his back, please smile lingering as he stretches out and sighs with relief. He needs a shower, and a shoulder massage, or a naked back rub while you watch TV. You'll order takeout, eat it with wet hair from the shower and ankles locked on the couch. 

"I'm glad we're not worms," you say, sitting up. Steve meets your eyes, his brown and dark in the dim lighting. "I really love us right now. I love you." 

You kiss his forehead. 

"I'll go get the shower running, okay?" you ask, climbing from the bed.

Steve's voice comes quiet and hoarse as he calls after you, "I love you too!"

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4

[italiansteebie]

steve was expecting a nice vacation.

a nice vacation, with rob and nance, and the kids tagged along too.

but three am rolls around and someone is in his house, singing, and wailing and generally acting a fool. and what a wonder that anyone would do this since they know super girl is way crabby when she's woken up. especially at three am.

so he hauls himself out of bed and trudges to the kitchen where the ruckus has traveled.

"dude."

there's a man stumbling around his kitchen, eating his left over pizza, and drinking his fucking coors light.

if he wasn't so pissed at this guy making himself at home, he'd think he was kinda cute. he had long hair, and chains and leather. and forget 'kinda' this guy is downright delicious, but the bottom line is, he broke into steve's house.

"get the fuck out of my house."

the guy drops the pizza and whirls around, "what?" the guy sounds properly devastated. "get out of my house, dude!" steve yells.

"wh- why? i- im here with the- the band?" the guy is stumbling around, slurring his words and looks like he's seconds from dropping. steve sighs, "alright man. just- cmon. lay down on the couch, i'll get you a blanket." steve leads him to the couch, turning him on his side, making sure he doesn't choke on his vomit.

he scrubs a hand over his face, just his luck that some drunk guy wanders his way into the house, has no idea where he is, eats his pizza, and he's gonna let the guy pass out on his couch. whatever.

he'll deal with it in the morning.

---

when eddie wakes, he's got a major headache, and he thanks his lucky stars that one of the guys put a trash can in front of his because he would NOT have made it to the bathroom.

once he's right side up, he takes in his surroundings.

shit.

this is not the labels beach house they put them up in.

"good to see you in the land of the living."

his head turns to meet the voice, and shit. he's gone and broke into hercules' house.

"uh- what?" he says, ever so eloquently.

the guy sits down next to him. "you broke into my house last night. well- not exactly, someone left the door unlocked but. you walked in and ate my pizza. and i didn't feel comfortable sending you back out because you had no idea where you were. you slept on my couch."

eddie nodded dumbly, "s-sorry. i- im here with my band, right down the road. uh- i'm. i think im still drunk and you're very pretty."

the guy laughed, and damn, if eddie wasn't already in love, he was now.

"im steve, i can walk you back to your place when you're ready. there's some sandwiches on the counter over there if you're hungry." the guy- steve, says, before standing.

"sandwiches for breakfast?"

"it's 2pm, dude."

o h.

"do you wanna... i mean. you wanna have like, lunch or something?"

"are you hitting on me?"

"if i say yes, do i still get a sandwich?"

steve laughs again, "yeah," eddie raises his eyebrows at this. "yes to the sandwich or yes to the date?" he asks, smiling cheekily.

"hmm. what kind of food are we gonna have?" steve inquires, leaning closer to eddie. eddie smiles again, "what's your favorite?" steve pretends to think, making a whole show of it.

he's just about to respond when.

"steve! are you really flirting with the criminal?"

"robin!" steve groans, waving his hands at said person. eddie turns, "you think im a criminal?"

"well, technically...." robin trails.

"rob get outta here. i was about to land a date." steve whines, shooing her out. she saunters out with a grin on her face, "he like italian food" she singsongs before walking out the door.

"so. the pizza place? tomorrow at 1?" eddie asks, eyes flicking down to steve's lips, "sounds good," he breathes. it's only a matter of time before their lips meet in a feverish kiss, eddie's hands tangled in steve's hair.

they pull away, "we should- we should get you back so your friends don't freak out." steve says, breathing deeply. eddie nods, chest heaving, "cant say i'm not disappointed, though." steve sighs, raising a hand to cup eddie's face. "there's always tomorrow."

---

when eddie finally gets back to the right house, gareth is all over him. "where the hell have you been, man?!"

"oh, okay. so. i broke into someone's house accidentally, and then scored a date. now i'm here." he shrugs, before plopping down on the couch.

gareth sighs, "only you, ed."

#steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #meet ugly #steddie meet cute #steddie #steddie get together #best friend robin #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #steve x eddie

[bitterpotionn]

Johnny Slaughter - Forbidden

For this fic I experimented with a different characterization of Johnny. He’s more lovesick than anything. He's not the typical scummy Johnny I usually write (though, that might change in future parts), but it was a nice change of pace for me!

Let me know if you all would want a part 2. I wasn't sure quite yet so I wanted to get this out there and test the waters!

As always any comments or constructive criticism is welcome!

Warnings: angst, unsafe sex, some fluff, overprotective brother, light neck grabbing

"Go up to your room," her brother's voice broke her out of her focus as she looked up from her book. "What?" her head shot up as she stared at him standing by the window. "I said, go to your room c'mon," he tipped his head back to look at her, his arms crossed.

"Michael, what's your deal?" she snapped at him, shooting him an icy glare. He let out a loud sigh as he glanced out the window again, "Johnny is comin' over to drop stuff off and I don't want you around him, now goooo," he walked toward her and grabbed her book.

"Really?" her tone was irritated as she stood up, snatching her book from his hands. "I don't understand why it's such a big deal, I don't even talk to the guy!" she argued.

"Exactly and I'd like to keep it that way. I'm not friends with him either, I just buy from him him." he pushed her toward her room with a grunt. "Yeah yeah, just tell me when he's gone, loser," she stomped upstairs to her room and shut the door. She huffed as she sat at her desk. Michael had always been the stereotypical protective older brother. Always keeping her out of trouble and keeping trouble away from her. He was more careful because he dealt with shady groups of people because of his habits. He tried to keep her far away from that world.

She was looking out her window when she heard the sound of a loud truck coming down the driveway. She saw Johnny step out of the old and rusted white truck. She was always curious about him. Sure, she's never actually had a conversation with the older man but she always admired him from afar. What was not to love? He was tall, muscular, and a bad boy. Like the forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden, he was so tempting but wrong to pursue.

She watched as he made his way inside of the house. She quickly hurried to her door and cracked it open so she could hear what the two were saying.

"Here's this weeks..." she heard Johnny's deep southern drawl from down the stairs, it made her weak in the knees. "Alright, thanks. I'll probably stop over tomorrow with Rob. He got a new shipment in." she heard her brother's voice. He wasn't much for small talk and she could tell by his tone that he was eager for him to leave. "Say, we could run some deals out of your place here. No one suspects a house in the suburbs." Johnny joked, she could hear the slight chuckle in his voice. "You just live here with your sister right? By the way, how's she doin'?" her stomach dropped at Johnny's mention of her.

She heard her brother grumble in response. "We run out of your place, don't be gettin' any dumb ideas," she noted how he ignored Johnny's comment about her. Johnny just let out a dry chuckle as she heard his footsteps head back to the door. They both said their short goodbyes. She ran back to the window and peeked out. She saw Johnny get back in his car and take off.

-

The following day, she was relaxing in the living room, watching TV while eating a bag of chips. All of a sudden she heard a knock on the door. She shot up and looked toward the noise. Her brother wasn't home, he was working and she didn't invite anyone over. She hesitated before setting down the chip bowl. Normally, her brother handled any visitors; they were always there for him anyway. She slowly approached the door and looked through the peephole; her heart sank. It was Johnny.

She quickly backed away from the door with her eyes blown wide. Should she answer? No, she couldn't, if her brother found out he would be pissed. Then again, she didn't want Johnny to think her brother was ignoring him. She nervously bit down on her lip as she tried to think about what to do, another knock interrupted her thoughts. She bit down on her lip once more before slowly turning the knob, slightly opening the door. She was sure to keep the chain on as she peeked up at Johnny.

"U-um...Michael is not home right now" she said, she cringed at the nervousness in her voice. She looked up at Johnny's wide smirk. "Oh, I thought he would be my bad, darlin'," the pet name made her stomach flutter. "Would you tell him I stopped by?" he asked leaning against the doorframe, his eyes flicking up to the chain on the door. "Oh c'mon, don't gotta be nervous around me," his smirk was wide and calculated. His tone was sickly sweet.

She let out a nervous laugh as she averted her gaze away. "Michael is real protective, ya know..." her words drifted off as she swayed back in forth. Johnny nodded knowingly and grinned at her. "Well, I gotta get goin', nice seeing you, darlin'," without another word he turned and got back into his truck, driving off. She quickly closed the door and let out a squeal as she buried her face in her hands. Just being that close to him drove her insane.

Not too long after her brother arrived home. He entered the house with a loud sigh as he set his gear down on the dining room table. He worked construction and always came home exhausted. She greeted him with a smile and a plate of food. Michael gave her a smile back as he sat down at the kitchen island, devouring the food. She watched him as she nervously fumbled with her hands, she knew she needed to tell him she just wasn't sure how to.

"Johnny, uh, stopped over today was looking for you..." she said her eyes zoned in on his face, awaiting his reaction. Michael suddenly stopped eating and looked up at her with narrowed eyes. "You talked to him?"

"Well, yeah, I mean I just told him you weren't here. That's all," she explained, still nervously fidgeting. He let out a sigh as he leaned back in the chair, staring at her. "What did I tell you about talkin' to him, Y/N" he shot her a glare as he continued to eat. "C'mon Michael, I'm an adult and it was barely a conversation. Relax," she grumbled, grabbing her own plate of food. He sighed and looked over at her. "I know, I just don't want you getting caught up in the shit I do alright? I love you, kid." he gave her a reassuring smile as he continued to eat. "Love you too, loser" she replied nudging his side with a small giggle.

--

Some time passed without much incident. She didn't see Johnny for a while. That all changed when she was walking home from her university classes in the rain.

The rain poured down on her as she tucked her chin into her jacket, borderline running home. She, once again, forgot her umbrella and she was forced to take the 20-minute walk home in the rain.

As she made her way down the wet sidewalk she heard the roar of a truck approach her from behind. She peeked through her jacket, being faced with Johnny's white truck. He rolled down his window and leaned toward the passenger seat. "You need a ride, darlin'?" he said loudly, trying to make his voice clear through the loud rain. Her eyes shifted nervously as she quickly nodded. She knew she shouldn't but, she didn't think she could take walking in the rain any longer and after all, her house was only down the road.

She quickly opened the passenger side door and hopped in, panting as she shivered from the cold. Johnny watched as she set her things down at her feet shooting him a thankful smile. "Thank you, I really appreciate this," she said shyly as she avoided his gaze. Johnny grinned and smiled at her "Don't want you gettin' a cold now do we?" he chuckled and started back down the road.

Then it hit her, Michael would be furious if he saw her exiting Johnny's truck. She quickly turned to Johnny, "I know this is going to sound weird, but could you drop me off maybe a couple houses before mine...I don't want Michael to be upset," she chewed on her lip nervously as she explained to him

Johnny raised an eyebrow as he looked at her. "Why would he have a problem?" he asked. She let out a nervous laugh as she fidgeted with the strap of her bookbag. "Well, he doesn't like me around all the stuff you guys do and-" he interrupted her before she could finish "He doesn't want you around me?" a wide grin appeared on his lips as he finished her sentence for her. She just gave him a sheepish nod in return.

Just like she asked, Johnny stopped a couple houses down the street. She was gathering up her things when he laid a hand on her arm, making her snap her head towards him. "I don't want you gettin' the wrong idea about me from your brother, I'm actually not as bad as he says," his voice was smooth and his tone was unusually sweet. "If you would like, I could take you out on a little date, hm?" his grin was wide as he looked into her eyes. She didn't know how to react, she barely knows Johnny and from what she did know from her brother, he does this thing a lot. She didn't even know he knew she existed until a few days ago.

"Johnny, that's real sweet but I don't think Michael would like that," she frowned as she looked at him. "You're a big girl, besides what he don't know won't hurt em'," Johnny gave her a handsome smile as he leaned toward her. She felt her face heat up as she stared at the older man. She thought about it, she's never even acted out of line once with her brother, so this one thing wouldn't be too bad. Right?

"Oh...alright. One little date," she gave him a genuine smile as she gathered up the rest of her belongings. He chuckled and nodded. "Alright, I'll stop by sometime tomorrow when your brother is at work, how does that sound?"

--

Johnny did stop by and take her out on a date. She swore to herself that it was a one-time thing only. But eventually, she found herself sneaking around to meet up with Johnny right under her brother's nose. Something about it felt dangerous and forbidden and she loved it. Her entire life she listened to what her brother said, no matter what. This act of rebellion was like a breath of fresh air to her.

This went on for some time, Johnny would come over during her brother's shifts and they would hang out at their place. It all felt like a fantasy to her.

Johnny sat her in his lap as they kissed on the couch. Their lips moved together in perfect sync. Johnny's hands found their way to her hips, pulling her even closer to him as she straddled his waist. She pulled away from his lips with a small pant as she smiled at him. "You're killin' me, doll," Johnny rested his head against the back of the couch as he shot her a sleazy grin. She could feel his hardening bulge against her thigh. She slowly moved her hips against him, biting down on her lip as she studied his expression.

Johnny hissed as he groaned, moving his hips along with her movement. "Fuck," he looked up at her with hooded eyelids, lust swirling in his eyes depths. "Quit teasin'," he gave her a fake pout as he played with the end of her shirt, tugging at it.

"Mm'not teasin'," her voice trailed off into a giggle as she continued her movements, her lips finding their way to his neck, peppering kisses along his Adam's apple. "Brat," he said, his calloused hand softly gripping her neck as he pulled her into a hungry kiss.

"Take this off," he tugged on her shirt, shooting her a lustful glance. She quickly obliged as she slid her shirt off, tossing it to the side. Once she was fully exposed to him, he went in on her. His mouth latched onto her nipple, and he sucked and nibbled on the sensitive flesh. Earning a surprised moan from her. "J-Johnny..." her hands gripped his thick brown hair as she tugged on the strands.

Johnny's hungry eyes flicked up to hers as he continued sucking on her breasts. He pulled away with a wet popping noise, kissing back up her neck. “Why don’t you take these off, too," his hands tugged at her jean shorts.

She quickly unbuttoned her shorts, tossing them aside as she continued to kiss him hungrily. Her hands gripped his shirt, tugging on it as she shot him a pouty frown. He snickered and stroked her cheek with his rough hand. "You want something, pretty?" he cooed, nibbling on her earlobe.

She gave a sheepish nod, tugging on his gray muscle shirt. Johnny quickly tugged his shirt off and kissed her again. HIs hands didn't stop wandering all over his body, squeezing at any piece of flesh he could.

After some time of foreplay, she was dripping and he knew it too. He made it a point to unbuckle his belt slowly, all while staring at her intently. She chewed on her lip nervously, her hips slowly grinding against his flexed thigh.

He released his aching cock with a hiss, stroking his length as he stared at her through hooded eyes. Her eyes shifted down to his cock, her hands lightly stroking against it. Johnny moved his hands to her hips, pulling her gently toward him. "C'mon...don't be a tease, darlin'," his voice was almost whiny as he tried to resist just thrusting up into her.

She wrapped her arms around Johnny's neck as she slowly sank down on his member, wincing as she did so. His eyes stayed locked on hers, watching her reaction with a grin. His hands squeezed her hips, and he let her lean against his chest as she adjusted to his length.

She let out a breathy moan as she began slowly moving up and down, still holding onto Johnny for dear life. Johnny's hand snaked up to gently wrap around her neck, angling her face up to his. "Look at me while I fuck you, doll," his voice was breathy, he was holding back small moans as she bounced on his cock.

She stared at him intently as he thrust up into her, earning loud moans from her. His pace continued, his eyes wouldn't leave hers. He loved watching her reactions, loved watching how he made her feel, it drove him crazy.

She could feel herself coming close to the edge, he was filling her up so nicely and she almost couldn't handle it. She moaned as she pulled him closer, squeezing her eyes shut as she came undone on top of him. He couldn't help but let out a deep, guttural moan as she came on his cock. He wasn't that far behind her, with one last thrust he released deep inside her, and he threw his head back, his grip tightening around her neck.

They sat there, panting, holding each other close. Johnny's hand was resting against the back of her head, cradling her close to his chest. She leaned back and looked at him, giving him a small smile and kissing him sweetly. He returned the kiss and grinned at her. "Such a good girl," he mumbled, his hands rubbing up and down her sides.

She let out a small laugh and reached down for her shirt. "As much as I would love to cuddle more, you need to get goin'. Michael will be home soon," Johnny pouted and pulled her close again. "Nooo, why don't you come over to my place tonight, tell'em you're stayin' at a friends,"

She gave him a sympathetic smile, shaking her head. "You know I can't, Johnny," She kissed up his neck, nuzzling into him. He gave her a dramatic groan as he threw his head back on the couch. "Don't be a baby," she giggled, pulling on her pants.

As she was sliding back on her shirt she heard the familiar sound of keys jingling in the front door. It felt like someone just dumped cold water on her as she snapped her heard toward the door. Before she had time to react, Michael walked into the house.

Michael's eyes widened as he was faced with the scene in front of him. Johnny, shirtless, had his baby sister sitting in his lap. While she was completely clothed he could smell the sex in the air. His eyes went wide with fury as he stomped toward the two. He grabbed her and pushed her aside. Johnny was met with a hard punch to the face as Michael threw him to the ground.

"You're fucking my sister?!" Michael screamed as he continued throwing punches toward Johnny. Johnny has little time to react as he tried to retaliate, shoving Michael off of him and throwing punches right back at him.

She was speechless as she scrambled to her feet and tried to break the two men up. However, her efforts proved useless and Johnny was now on top of Michael, an ugly scowl adorning his face as he punched him. "Johnny stop!" she tried to pull him off, eventually Johnny stumbled backward, his lip bleeding.

Michael didn't come out unscathed, his nose also leaking the crimson liquid. She quickly rushed to Michaels's side as she examined his nose, a look of worry painted her features as tears welled up in her eyes. "Michael I'm sorr-" Michael wasn't looking at her though, he was glaring daggers into Johnny. "Get the fuck out!" he barked standing up again, looking like he was about to lunge at Johnny again. She quickly stood up as well and blocked him, getting in front of him.

Johnny chuckled as he grabbed his shirt, blood still leaking from his busted lip. He was pissed, at Michael and her. The way she immediately ran to Michael's side instead of his, infuriated him. "A shame you interrupted us, I was just gettin' ready for round two," Johnny didn't help the situation as he teased Michael, a shit-eating grin still on his face. She looked at Johnny with a look of shock as she approached him. "Johnny please just leave," she begged, looking up at his looming figure.

Johnny's eyes flicked down to glare at her, then back to Michael who was still fuming with rage. "How long has this been going on?" Michael chimed in, his fists clenched tightly. She stayed silent, quickly rushing back to Michael's side. "A while, you think she tells you everything?" Johnny glared at him as he put his boots back on. "And I ain't staying away from her either,"

With that Michael growled, trying to charge back at Johnny but she stood in his way again. "Johnny leave!" she yelled, looking back at him with disgust and anger. Johnny looked at her and scoffed before stomping out the front door, slamming it shut behind him.

The only sounds left in the house were Michael's angry panting and her tearful sniffling. She looked up at Michael, "Michael please-" he cut her off immediately. "Go up to your room, now," his tone was deathly serious, she knew better than to question him. She quickly turned and made her way back up to her room.

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She stayed in her room for a while, she didn’t know what to do. It’s not like she could talk to Johnny and she could tell that he was pissed at her too. She just cried for hours, alone and cold in her childhood bedroom.

After a while of just laying in her bed, she heard the squeaky turn of the doorknob. Michaels figure slowly entered the now dark room. She didn’t move though, she stayed curled up facing the wall.

She heard him sigh as he turned on her bedside lamp, illuminating her figure. Michael sat on her bed and patted her leg. “C’mon, kid. Talk to me,” his tone was soft and careful, a stark difference from just a few hours ago. She slowly turned her head and looked at him with glassy, tired eyes.

“Michael I’m so sorry” suddenly she erupted into ugly sobs as she sat up and leaned into his shoulder. Michael hugged her close as she sobbed. “I know, I know you are,” he stroked her hair, his eyebrows furrowed, he felt his own eyes become glossy upon hearing her desperate sobs.

She eventually pulled away from her spot on his shoulder, looking at him with puffy cheeks. “Johnny drove me home once when it was raining and I-“ she let out a sigh “And I said yes to a date with him. I knew you didn’t want me to but I did it anyway and I’m sorry,”

Michael just listened with a deep frown set on his face. “Johnny isn’t good for you, kid. He’s not a good guy. I understand why you did it but you can’t see him again,” Michaels hand found it’s way to her shoulder as he tried to comfort her. “He’s been so sweet to me Michael and-and I think he really likes me,” her pleas were desperate as she tried to convince him of Johnnys innocence in all of this.

“You don’t know the things he’s done. For your sake please just stay away from him okay? And if he gives you any trouble just tell me,” Michaels worried eyes scanned hers, trying to discern her emotions. She stayed silent as her eyes flicked down to stare into her lap. Maybe Michael was right. She didn’t really know Johnny. She knew the version of him that he presented to her. Michael knew what was best for her, he has never led her astray before.

Without another word she simply just nodded and leaned back into his side, she would fear the hot tears stream down her face again. She could’ve swore she heard Michael let out s sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around her, giving her a comforting hug. “Why don’t we get take-out tonight? We can watch a movie too,” Michael was clearly trying to make her feel better, and it worked. She gave him a smile and nod as she snuggled into him more, desperate for the comfort her big brother always provided.

--

Michael kept her relatively out of the loop on what happened next. After the incident, Johnny wasn't working with Michael anymore. That was after he sent some of his friends to threaten Johnny. He figured the problem was taken care of. However, he didn’t know that once Johnny has his sights set on something he won’t stop until it’s completely his.

Michael was hesitant for a while about leaving her home alone. Sometimes he’d go as far as to make her sit in his car or force her to stay at the public library while he was working. Eventually, his protective treatment lessened. This was the first day he actually let her stay home alone since that day.

She hasn’t spoken or even seen Johnny since that day. She figured that he had moved onto his next target and decided she was too much trouble. She had to admit though, it did hurt. She did like Johnny. She loved the way he made her feel and she had spent some sleepless nights crying over what could’ve been.

She was doing her daily chores of cleaning up when she heard a vehicle coming down her driveway. Glancing at the clock, her eyebrows furrowed. Michael hasn’t gotten off of work yet. She walked over to the window and looked out. Her eyes widened when she saw Johnny making his way to the door. With a small gasp and got out of the windows view and ran to the door. Soon enough, Johnny was knocking.

She quickly opened the door and stared at him, completely dumbfounded. “Johnny you cannot be here!” She quickly looked around, half expecting to see Michael watching from afar. Johnny leaned against the door frame with one forearm, practically towering over her. “I missed you,” he said, a grin appearing on his face. “You think your brother is gonna keep me away from my girl?” His free hand found it’s way to her waist, still leaning over her.

She stepped aside, letting his hand fall from her waist. “Johnny…We can’t. Michael will literally kill you,” she frowned as she looked around nervously again. Johnny scowled as he stood straight up. “Well that’s a risk I’m willin’ to take for you, darlin’,” without much warning, Johnny pushed inside the house, shutting and locking the door behind him.

She gasped a bit and looked outside the window again, chewing on her lip nervously. She felt Johnnys hands grab her waist as he pulled her against his chest. “C’mon…we just gotta be more careful, doll,” he was almost begging as he peppered kisses down her neck. She whined as she pushed against Johnnys chest, her eyes flicking up to meet his hard gaze. “We can’t, Johnny please just leave,” her voice was a stranded whisper as she felt tears start to fall. This was almost too much to handle. Of course she wanted Johnny but she couldn’t do that to Michael, not after all he does for her.

Johnny cooed as he cupped her face with his hands, using his thumb to wipe away her falling tears. “Don’t be like that. We can make this work,” his tone resembled that of a concerned lover. He kissed her pouting lips lightly. “You gonna let your brother keep you away from someone you care about?”

She whimpered and shrugged, looking down at her feet. “We can’t…” her words were interrupted by her coarse sobs as she leaned into Johnny's chest. He wrapped his arms around her figure, hugging her tightly to his broad chest. Swaying her back and forth as she cried. “You’re my girl, right?” He asked grabbing her chin and forcing her to look him in the eye. After a slight pause, she slowly nodded. “I’m your girl, Johnny,”

"That's what I like to hear, doll," Johnny gave her a deep kiss as he leaned his body further into her. Her head was spinning, she wanted Johnny, but she couldn't shake the horrible shame that came with it. Michael had warned her about him, about the horrible things he's done. He never went into detail, even when she asked him to. How well did she really know Johnny Slaughter?

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[pseudophan]

some post wad weekend thoughts...

i just wrote all this on the plane and haven't read it through so apologies for any mistakes

first of all, this weekend was incredible. i usually just kinda sit at home doing not much of anything, and this was a much needed break to actually have some fun. london in general always lifts my spirits but i suppose that danisnotonfire guy contributed a little as well.

guys i think i've met more people the past few days than i otherwise have in years. like. holy shit. i started listing people but i'm petrified i'll forget someone so i chickened out, sorry about that. but you all know who you are. i've met friends i've had for years, people i used to know but haven't spoken to in what feels like a decade, newer friends, and a frankly baffling amount of people i didn't know yet but who told me they've followed me for ages. like holy fuck you guys lmao what the hell??? and i mean did the reaction ever get old no of course it didn't. bad for my ego i'm sure but totally worth it. there's something very amusing and incredibly surreal about being chronically lame in most aspects of life and then suddenly finding yourself in an environment where you're kinda cool???? SO fucking fun oh my god, but also i do kinda feel like i've tricked you all? but hey i'll happily let you keep believing i'm cool, that is more than fine with me.

most importantly though everyone was SO lovely. like i said i don't think i've spoken to this many people in such a short amount of time in years and every single person i talked to was awesome. guys did you know phannies are kind of great... don't tell anyone but, lowkey... everyone is so funny and cool and absolutely insane but in a good way (shoutout everyone left at the gates until the very end, we should probably get some help).

and then lastly of course, mr howell himself. i talk about this a lot i feel like but fuck me that man was born to perform. whether you think he's actually funny or not, nobody can argue he doesn't absolutely thrive on a stage. he plays off the audience so well and he's so very obviously having the time of his fucking life. i'd already seen the show twice before this, and i didn't think anything would top the previous london show but man... the first night he came back out after the show having clearly been tearing up backstage, apologising for being an inconsistent absent parent, and i can't lie the "i had daddy issues and THEN i subscribed to dan howell" got me cause yeah no literally dude, you nailed it, exactly, well done. i think something about doing this show again, his magnum opus as he considers it, now after the dapg return was very special to him. he seems genuinely surprised that so many of us were ready to just jump back in like nothing happened, i don't think he was expecting so many people to still be waiting and it's... man. he comes off so grateful for us all and it's so fucking sweet. and then on the last night, i think that was my favourite, when the show ended and he got the standing ovation and people throwing him flowers.. he was so HAPPY. and clearly overwhelmed with emotion which, i gotta say, there is something honestly kinda funny about daniel howell standing in front of you trying not to cry. like no by all means dude go ahead, please, you've made me cry an endless amount of times it's only fair.

ugh. i'm proud of him or whatever. dick. and i'm proud of our ridiculous fucking community. i'm not sure what 14 year old nora would say if you'd told me i'd still be kicking it in the phandom a decade on, but at almost 25 (fml) i'm so so happy to be here still. you know, we get a bad rep, but i genuinely think as far as fanbases go we're pretty solid. and i love you all so much.

i believe i will have to rob a bank or something because the next time dan and/or phil do a tour i think i'll have to just show up at every date like i'm sorry but this was too good of a high we need to do it again immediately

anyway. back to work 💪

(by which i mean giffing dan and phil. i am still very much unemployed. fr though i'm two whole videos behind this has never happened i feel weird. who am i)

[wol-fica]

-𝕊𝕙𝕖-

pairings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - before jenna ortega became a huge actress and held the world in her hand, she only had you

warnings - angst, high schoolers lol, all characters are 18 and up :)

an - school au! senior year for these babies, new series?

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You hooked up with Jenna Ortega.

Big statement to say, but it’s very very true. How it happened though, well that’s a long story. It dates back to when you were both seniors in highschool….

———Past———

You were a dream girl; straight A's, decently pretty, wasn't talkative yet everyone ended up having a conversation with you, just all around good. You were the girl everyone wanted to be friends with, the girl that guys would fawn over and other girls would envy for your vigorous reputation. But alas, that's only the shell that people saw.

In reality, you were someone a mom would scold you for hanging out with because you’re so risky. When you were nine, you climbed a telephone pole and did the macarena sitting on top of it. At fourteen, you somehow hot wired your fathers car and proceeded to crash it, breaking only a toe. And now, at the ripe age of eighteen, you have caused your entire family to move from Miami to Coachella Valley; what a big jump.

It wasn't your intention to almost burn down the school just because you got into a fight and your first defensive measure was to whip out a lighter attached to a can of hairspray and try to turn poor Greta Stone into a Doctor

Phil look-a-like just because she called your brother a fag.

You liked to say it was an accident.

But expulsion was given and boy were your parents angry, so angry that they hopped a few states and ended up in a small town full of party people.

Your brother, Theo, was so disappointed in you that he called you a "queer failure".

"I am not a 'Queer Failure'!" You snarled, mocking your brother's voice.

"But you are, and that is a tragedy." Theo replied, his nose buried in a picture of Rob Lowe.

He was already engorged in a magazine from the local drug store that he didn't even realize he was spilling his Pepsi, which you found of the utmost amusing.

"Will both of you please stop bickering? You've been nipping at each other for so long you didn't even notice we are here." Your mother said, scolding you both..

You peered out the window, your y/e/c eyes focusing on the large familiar building. It was already busy with people, some rushing through the doors while others loitered around their cars and by the bike parking area.

You frowned, but got out of the car with your usual calm demeanor. Theo followed suit, hopping out with what he would call a 'gay swing', and strutted off into the ocean of high-smoked teenagers to presumably get a buzz.

"Behave, okay? I don't want a call again." Your mother said through the car window, smiling warmly at you.

"I'll try mom." You replied, leaning down to kiss her cheek before you walked off.

It was a normal thing for teachers to call home about your behavior; you always ended up being reckless and snappy with everyone and everything you come across. 

But that's just how you are.

With your bag loosely hung over your shoulder and your head held high, you lazily walked towards the school, ignoring the looks you received from passersby.

See, your wardrobe was different from most girls. You didn't wear any of the typical sundresses or skinny jeans with floral shirts, you wore guys clothes, nike shorts with hoodies and converses, no matter the weather. Not trying to peg yourself as ‘i’m not like other girls’, but you were definitely a heavy masc.

As you walked in, you noticed a pair of three girls ogling a guy walking past. He had blonde curly hair styled back into a mullet, with matching denim jacket and jeans, and a white button down. A cigarette hung loosely between his lips, completely disregarding school rules as he went towards the parking lot.

'Typical lazy fuck.' You thought as you passed by.

You eventually made it into the school, and proceeded to head straight for your locker as you didn't need any interaction with anyone here. You fumbled with the lock and it's nerving combination before successfully opening it. You took out your assortment of books and binders, placing them neatly on the top shelf before hanging up your backpack.

You were so engrossed in organizing your locker that you almost missed a certain latina girl walking out of the bathroom. Your eyes snapped to her and followed her down the hall to three lockers down from your own.

That girl was Jenna Ortega, the prime jewel of your highschool, or so you liked to think. She was drop dead gorgeous in your opinion, with wavy brown hair that framed her beautifully freckled face, chocolate brown eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, and slightly tanned skin that looked warm and inviting. She was the girl that you first fell in love with, and probably the last.

You first met Jenna when you were outside fixing your bike in the driveway; Jenna happened to go a different route on her morning walk and had noticed you working your ass off in the California sun. She stopped to say hello and introduced herself seeing that you were new to the neighborhood.

Ever since that day, you couldn't stop thinking about her.

Jenna’s heart belonged to no one, but that still didn’t mean should or even could make a move.You didn't mind, it was actually easier to just admire and imagine instead of embarrassing yourself with a potential rejection.

Doesn’t mean that you still yearned to be with her.

"Hey Y/n!"

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a voice you knew almost instantly, your body turning to the short girl.

"Hey Jenna." You replied smoothly, though your heart was running forty miles a second from the voice of a girl who could easily end your life with a wink.

“How was your weekend?” She asked, looking up at your with the most gorgeous eyes you’ve ever seen, “Was it enjoyable?”

“Meh, it was alright.” You said, grabbing your binder out of your locker, “How was yours?”

“It was relaxing, just what I needed.”

You hummed and nodded, reaching down to grab your water bottle, “Did you need something from me?”

"I was wondering if you had anything to do after school today? I need to study for my chemistry quiz and you are the only person who I trust to help me get it done." Jenna asked, toying with her fingers.

Truthfully, Jenna didn't need help studying for her chemistry test, she actually didn't need help studying at all due to the fact that there wasn't a chemistry test. She just wanted to spend time with her friend, the one she couldn't get her mind off of for some reason.

See, she found you to be one of the utmost unique. From your cinnamon brown skin, to your silky hair that was always pulled back into the cutest pony tail. Jenna saw you as the prime reason to why she questioned her sexuality.

But she wouldn't tell you that, she wouldn't tell anyone that.

"Uh...sure, I don't have anything to do today." You muttered, shutting your locker.

"Awesome! Want me to drive you there?" Jenna asked, smiling brightly, which you found entirely cute.

"Whatever works best for you."

Jenna whooped and threw her arms around your neck, burying her face in your green sweater. She loved the smell of her undying crush, finding that your scent was that of coffee and morning air, far better than any candle or air freshener she could buy.

"I'll see you later!" She said, leaning back to smile at you for a moment before hurrying off to her first class.

You watched her go, smiling to yourself as the girl of your dreams waved to every person she saw. Times like these made you question whether love was a feeling or a curse, especially since your heart thumped for one of the most famous upcoming actresses ever.

What a predicament you were in.

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[the-modern-typewriter]

hii I was wondering if you wanted to do a snippet about a thief stealing from assassin/vigilante and then getting cornered later when they think they’ve gotten away

thank you sm I’ve always loved your writing <3

"Did you know," the voice said, "that they used to chop the hands off thieves?"

The thief whirled with a yelp.

Their mark caught their wrists, snake-quick, in an unyielding grip and smiled.

The thief's heart jumped into their throat.

"Did someone tell you to steal from me, little thief." Their not-so-victim swaggered a looming step closer, towering over them. "Or was it all your own idea? Think carefully."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

They raised their brows. Their grip tightened.

The thief yanked at their hands, a gasp of pain on their lips.

Of course, they'd been caught before. Especially in the early days of their heisting career there had been moments when they'd ended up hurtling down the streets, zig-zagging, shouts rising behind them. But more and more...

Well, for one, they'd quickly stopped pickpocketing. Most of the people truly worth robbing weren't the sort casually strolling down the street with cash in the pockets. They lived in their own exclusive world, chaperoned from moment to moment in sleek cars. Being a proper thief, one that really made gold, was about fitting in. It was about persuading rich folk to hand over their money. It was a sleight of hand of confidence and hacking.

"I'd start with your little finger," their mark murmured, almost reverent. "Then start cutting the rest of those quick, clever digits."

The thief's mouth went sick-dry. Hangover, just-thrown-up, scorched.

"I'll give it back," the thief said.

"Better," their mark said, and brought the thief's hands up to their lips to press a kiss of thanks. "But not what I asked."

The thief thought they might pass out on the spot. Still. They squared their shoulders. They tried to look cool, and roguish, and like they could double-wield daggers. They couldn't.

"How did you find me? Who are you?"

"Not," the other sing-songed, "what I asked."

"My idea," the thief bit out. "Because you're a rich jerk."

Their mark didn't laugh, but the laugh tucked into the corners of their lips as they smiled.

"I'm Marauder."

The colour drained from the thief's face. Their hands went slack in the vigilante's hold. "No - but you -"

"You didn't know?" the vigilante asked. They clicked their tongue. "You should have deep-dived your research. Sloppy." Their gaze flicked over the thief. "Cute, but sloppy."

The thief gave a fervent shake of the head. In hindsight, it made a horrible amount of sense. A screwed up, non-parental Bruce Wayne sort of sense.

"See, when I steal from people," the vigilante said, "I steal from the bad guys. A Robin Hood act, if you like. But you...tut, tut."

"I said I'd give it back. I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry you got caught."

"No shit." It came out slightly hysterical. The thief felt a little hysterical. "I thought you were another rich asshole."

"Oh," the vigilante purred, "I'm definitely a rich asshole. Just not the worst out there."

The thief eyed them, warily. They knew, intellectually, that was true. In practice, news stories of violence and wrath and cut-throat justice flashed through their head. The vigilante was merciless in the pursuit of what they thought was right.

They wanted to say that stealing probably wasn't the worst thing ever, and the vigilante probably had way bigger priorities, but it wouldn't quite come out. Their hands felt very fragile.

"Which is why," the vigilante said, "I'm here instead of the police. I think I can use you. Your skills. We could make this city better."

"I don't think I want to rob the kind of people you fight. But thanks."

"Tough."

The thief swallowed. "You really should just send me to jail. Thanks."

The vigilante smiled again. "Is that really want you want?"

"You don't need me."

"No, but I want you. You're good. With me on your side, you could be the best. Consider it community service."

"I'm giving you your stuff back."

"Too late." The vigilante finally let go of their hands. "You steal from me, and I'll steal you back. We're going to have so much fun together, little thief."

#thief #writing #story #short story #original fiction #fic #ficlet #vigilante #thief x vigilante #creative writing #writing snippet #story snippet

[bornagainmurdock]

pancakes & coffee // matt murdock

You woke up this morning to find Matt's side of the bed empty and messy, sheets and duvet tangled within itself. It wasn't unusual for him to be missing, but it made you sad regardless. You turned over again, waiting the few seconds for your alarm to officially go off, but instead you were met with a crash of dishes from the kitchen. Your brain immediately went to robber, but when Matt shouted from across the apartment you knew better.

When you emerged from the doorway, you were met with Matt, trying as hard as he could to not laugh at the mess of dishes at his feet, hands over his mouth.

"I was trying to suprise you with breakfast, but I instead convinced you we were being robbed."

"So now you really owe me breakfast Murdock."

You both giggled as Matt continued to pick everything up, refusing to let you help him. He was almost done with cooking and was attempting to plate it when the crash happened. Luckily, no food was lost in the fight.

"Sit down and I'll be there in a second with pancakes."

He set the plate in front of you at the dining table, and then walked back to the kitchen to grab the coffees.

"Coffee too? Don't I feel lucky!" You bounced in your seat.

"I was trying to be romantic."

"And I'd say you're succeeding."

He joined you at the table offering to clink glasses before taking your first sip. Matt was suprisingly good at making coffee, finding the right ratio of milk to coffee every single time.

"Thank you for the suprise."

"Always happy to please." He said with a smirk.

#matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock blurb #fluff

[carolmunson]

orange colored sky Eddie would get flowers for both peach and their lil Gwen

I feel like Peach (you) is more chill around Valentine's day. Not so big, not so small. She'll make dinner for him, or he'll take her out and they'll exchange chocolate or a tiny little 'I love you' type gift like -- 'I know you've been needing a new record storage case.' or 'I know you said your moisturizer was running low.' Stuff that makes you know that the other person is listening or paying attention.

But when Gwen is at pre-school and learns about Valetine's Day? Oh it's uh...it's a wrap, because Gwen loves Valentine's Day. I feel like it's so fitting for Eddie to have a little girly girl daughter. She loves pink and red so she feels like the holiday is for her and her alone. The second her teacher hangs up hearts and tells them about passing out valentine's she gets picked up and is like:

"Daddy, did you know Vawentime's Day is coming? What did you get mommy? Why don't we have and dec'rations like Miss Shonda does at school? How come we don't have flowers? Are you getting me flowers? Is mommy getting flowers? Rochelle said her mommy gets flowers from her other mommy every day," she rattles off, holding onto three of his fingers while they walk down the street toward the subway. "Um..." he starts, hoisting her up on his hip while they go down stairs to the 3 train platform, "Well, mommy doesn't really like flowers. But I haven't got a present for mommy yet. Maybe you can help me?" She brightens up, when he puts her down, bouncing so excitedly that her light up shoes twinkle as the train wooshes into the station, "I can help! And we can get dec'rations! We can-we can um-we can get hearts n' stuff like Miss Shonda has? Did you know Miss Shonda has a Valentine? She said it's Mister Shonda. But um -- " As quick as Gwen's excitement starts, it stops, her smile crumpling into a sad frown while they get on the train. He picks her up again, bouncing her with a soft coo, "Oh, Gwenny, what's wrong? We can decorate when we get home! We'll cut out some hearts!" "I-I-I d-don't have a-a-a V-vawentiiiiimmmme," she sobs, and he stifles a laugh, catching the eye of a woman across from him who is trying to stifle her own at the cuteness of his daughter. "Aw, honey, I'll be your Valentine," he soothes, kissing her cheek, "Me and mommy can be your Valentine." "You and mommy?" she asks, interest piqued, "And Auntie Rob and Auntie Nancy? And Uncle Steeb?" "Oh, absolutely," he assures, knowing that Steve would get a flight to New York for the 14th if Gwen even breathed the words 'Will you be my Valentine?' his way. "Dass a lotta Vawentime's," she mumbles, wiping her eyes, "That's too many, daddy." "So do you just want me and mommy to be your Valentine's?" he asks, pulling her tight to him on his lap when the car gets busier at the next stop. "Ya," she nods, "And we get her a ring, cause Marcus said his mommy was saying she wants a ring or a new boyfwend." Eddie and a few other train takers snicker at her lack of understanding. "Mommy has a ring, baby," he laughs, "Daddy got her a ring a long time ago before you were born. And I don't think we should look for a new boyfriend for her either." "Okay," she nods, pressing her forehead against his, "We can uh. um! We can get her somethin' ELSE! Somethin' pretty." "Yeah, we'll get her something so pretty," he agrees, "I think we'll get you something pretty, too." "Like a ring?" she squirms excitedly. "Maybe a bracelet, or something that won't fall off at the park," he offers, "We'll think of something." "Daddy..." she starts, sleep heavy on her eyes now while she settles into him. A yawn pulls at her face, scrunching her eyes shut, "I like Vawentime's Day." "Me too, Gwenny," he smiles, running a hand over her end of the day curls, "Me too."

#valentine's blurbie #orange colored sky #ocs!eddie #orange colored sky!eddie #blurbie

[profounddefendorcrusade-blog]

Let's talk about genocide Starlo

... because on one hand, I understand where the devs were coming from. They wanted to highlight that Star was not the cool, badass sheriff he'd love to be. Some pointed out how, realistically, he couldn't have defeated Clover and especially delivered the final blow (he does it in pacifist/neutral bc hes in the worst possible headspace). Star is a big softie and a "naive fool," lets be real. But still, there is one more thing that he is: caring.

He cares about the town, toursits, especially his friends. It's been shown over and over and OVER again. And i'm sure as hell disappointed he didn't bring a real gun. Yeah, he was always aware this was all play pretend, but just for a few minutes, this man should have tried to be the sheriff he never got the chance to be before.

For the sake of everyone. For the sake of justice.

I'm not even asking for an epic battle. I'm asking for a battle that wouldn't even be close to Undyne's in UT's geno. But it would be Starlo's battle. A battle he was robbed of for the sake of Ceroba getting the spotlight.. for the 2nd time. Because this dude is clearly seen as a joke by the devs. I'll ask:

Why ceroba AGAIN? she shone in pacifist, while Star was always more of a comic relief and its depressing. Especially since the genocide route ties too well with a twisted image of justice. Star values it as much as Clover, but here he could have been the hero of justice. I just have to say....

STARLO IS THE ONLY ONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS WHO DOESN'T EVEN HAVE BATTLE MODE IN GENOCIDE WE WERE ROBBED HES LITERALLY THE EQUIVALENT TO MONSTER KID OR METTATON NEO i'm not sure BUT EVEN MK GOT A BATTLE MODE. METTATON NEO ALSO GOT A BATTLE MODE. EVERYONE GOT A BATTLE MODE EXCEPT STARLO

He should have said... "I may not be a real sheriff by title, but my soul will deliver justice!" Or smth Then just like during the Asgore fight, he'd almost be dead, ceroba arrives, tries to protect star, gets shot by Clover, they say goodbye to each other, then, before he is about to get shot too starlo says smth like genocide undyne and that's how he goes out.

Even better, he, without thinking, throws his hat on the ground (bc he metaphorically no longer wants to admire or associate himself with humans, ever again), seeing his bff die in front of him and goes either: "I don't care if you make fun. This isn't about being cool anymore. This is about my town, my friends. This is about JUSTICE." or "No... I won't fight you/deliver justice as North Star." *pause* "I'll do it as Starlo." and the dork then just stares at clover (There'd be a "laugh" option if Clover decides to act because, well, they see him for the nerd he is) but he's DETERMINED and at this point it doesn't even matter if he's not skilled, he'd do something he hadn't done in years just for the sake of saving his remaining friends, family, and other potential victims: Starlo would fight AS HIMSELF.

But maybe he wouldn't even fight after he takes his hat off. maybe he'd try to explain to Clover violence isn't the answer like Martlet, because that's something the real him would do. He'd drop the hat, drop the gun, drop the belief that he's a badass, and instead accept that he was, and always will be, a big ol' softie. And there's nothing wrong with that.

Point is, would he actually kill clover? hell no. That would be ooc (now that I think about it, why wouldn't he, when he is able to do it in other 2 routes? And he COULD have done it in flawed pacifist? His whole world and identity crashing down and losing all his friends is terrible, losing his bff to a human he trusted and to whom he gave a gun is also terrible, but so is letting a genocidal maniac continue killing)

But he'd die knowing two things:

1)he had tried to be a real, dignified sheriff, and failed (bc he died, not bc he didn't try. In canon, he doesn't even try and THAT'S SO UNLIKE HIM especially considering the situation)

2)in his final moments, he finally became himself again

and that.. that would have been so much more satisfying than what we got.

#uty #undertale yellow #starlo uty #uty starlo #i wont even check the grammar this time #im really mad rn #like i get what they were going for but #star deserved this fight #why is he treated like a joke all the time #Imagine if he canonically had something of substance to say to clover #even axis threw at us an important piece of lore before he was blown up #dalv too

[novankenn]

The Fundraiser

Jaune was a little nervous. It had been four months since he had seen his twin sister Joan. He knew she had taken his running off... extremely badly, so he was worried about how she was going to react when she saw him. As the bullhead landed, Jaune swallowed nervously. His knees actually started to quiver as the hatch opened.

????: JAUNE!

Jaune was bowled over by a blond haired missile, and when his head stopped swimming he found himself looking into the blue eyes of his twin sister, who was firmly seated upon his chest.

Jaune: Hi Joan.

Joan: You stupid, ignorance, disloyal, jerk! How dare you!

Jaune: I'm sorry?

Joan: Sorry? You WILL be sorry! You left me alone... with them, how could you?

Jaune: I'm sorry... but Belle and Bella really like you! They couldn't have been...

Joan: I'm talking about mom and dad! Dad was convinced you had been eaten by grimm, and mom spent four weeks crying about how she lost her baby boy to some cradle robbing skank!

Jaune: Well... neither of those things happened, so...

Joan: And you NEVER did once write me! I had to reach out to Auntie to find you!

Jaune: You didn't... please say you didn't!

????: She did.

A ominous shadow fell over the two siblings. Who both looked up to see the grinning face of Glynda Goodwitch... their mom's twin sister.

Jaune: What have you done...

Glynda: So as you can see Joan, Jaune is fine, I've been keeping him safe.

Joan: Thank you Auntie.

Glynda: You are welcome. Now... you BOTH owe me a favor and tonight I am cashing it in.

Joan/ Jaune: And the favor is?

Glynda: You are going to help me with the Annual Beacon Charity Auction. I have your... uniforms in my apartment.

Joan: That doesn't sound so bad.

Jaune: Don't jinx it!

Joan and Jaune were hot and exhausted. Neither was happy with the Holiday elf outfits they were having to wear, that included bell topped pointy hats, and curly shoes. Though the short skirt that Joan had to wear was a little better than the nearly pained on shorts Jaune had on.

Joan: I'm tired. Is this almost over?

Jaune: Yeah, I think so. That was the last lot we had to move.

Joan: Good. I want a shower and to cuddle you, like we used to.

Jaune: Soon, Joan. Soon.

Glynda: Thank you all for your support of the Vale Orphanage and Food Bank!

Crowd clapping politely.

Glynda: Now for our last special client only lot... lot double J.

Joan: I though you said... ?

Jaune: It was.

Joan: Then where is this Double J lot?

Jaune: I... HEY!

Joan: EEP!

The Pair felt themselves lifted into the air and pulled through the curtains, finding themselves in front of the several of their friends and strangers.

Glynda: Now before I start the bidding, here are some of the details. Lot Double J is of a set of Arc twins. Jaune and Joan. They are and I quote "Perfect House-Husband and House-Wife material".

Joan/ Jaune: Mom SOLD US OUT!

Glynda: While their combat ratings is at E rank, that is of little concern. They both have Baking Skills at Rank A. Rank B Housekeeping. Rank B Laundry. Rank S Cooking. Rank A+ Child rearing...

The room was filled with polite clapping.

Glynda: AND Rank SSS Stamina... you know what that means...

Once again the room filled with clapping... very loud and aggressive clapping.

Glynda: This lot is to be sold as a set, and yes the marriage documentation is ready for signature. So do I have an opening bid of...

???? 30,000!

Jaune: Weiss? What the hell?

Joan: Whose Weiss?

???? 45,000

Jaune: PYRRHA!

Joan: Was that you're partner?

Weiss: Back off Nikos! Those blond angels are mine! 55,000!

Jaune: So you want him now? Pathetic Schnee. 75,000!

Weiss: Pathetic? Who was too much of a coward to admit her feelings? 85,000!

Jaune: Feelings?

Joan: I think she likes you.

Jaune: Great, but right now she's trying to buy OUR hands in marriage!

Joan: Oh, yeah right.

Pyrrha: I was scared! I didn't want to drive him away... but I can't not take this chance! I LOVE YOU JAUNE and I'll LOVE JOAN just as equally! 100,000!

Joan: Awe, that's sweet.

Jaune: Joan their trying to BUY us!

Joan: You trying to tell me, you don't want someone who is interested in us, who can provide for us, and all we have to do... is the shit mom and dad had us do all the time?

Jaune: Well...

Joan: Plus... you do know what Husbands and Wives get to do... and do a lot right?

Jaune: Oh...

Weiss: The Arc and Schnee name must be joined! With those two at my side I will fix the SDC and with their loving support, I'll make reparations to all the people my father has hurt! 250,000!

Joan: Arc-Schnee?

Jaune: Schnee-Arc? Nah. Arc-Schnee, sounds better.

Joan: Right?

Pyrrha: No... I will NOT lose to some spoiled princess, using her daddy's money! 500,000, and I'll sign over the Royalty Rights for Pumpkin Pete's to Beacon for administration to local Vale charities! That's another 200,000 per year!

Glynda: Um...

Looks over to the lawyers, administrator and observers.

Glynda: Can we accept that?

The lawyers, administrator, and observers all shrug their shoulders.

Joan: Pyrrha seems nice.

Jaune: Oh she is. She saved my life at initation.

Joan: Really?

Glynda: Okay... 500,000 upfront, pl;us 200,000 per annum... going once!

Murmurs from the crowd.

Glynda: Going twice!

Weiss just crosses her arms over her chest, and shoots Glynda a wink.

Glynda: SOLD!

BANG BANG BANG

Joan: Wow... that's a lot of money to help the needy.

Jaune: It is. But are you okay with this? I mean we're going to end up jointly married to the same person...

Joan: It was bound to happen... considering mom and auntie.

Jaune: True. Ture.

Glynda: Lot Double J goes to Pyrrha Nikos for the sum of 500,000 lien and an annual contribution of a further 200,000. Congratulations! To everyone, thank you for attending, and your support.

Joan: Jaune... why am I feeling scared now?

Jaune: I don't know... but I'm feeling it too.

#rwby #jaune arc #joan arc #pyrrha nikos #arkos x2 #weiss schnee #glynda goodwitch #happy holidays #jaune and joan are twins

[0rah-s]

Guilt - chapter 2

Teenage!reader x various!genshin (platonic)

Tw: reader kinda has depression, some cursing (this should not be used as a mean to diagnose yourself!)

Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my first language

Your mind raced?

What was happening?

Were you being robbed??

Whatever in hell was happening - someone was still in your house.

The most sensible thing to do would be to hide in an unconspicuous area of you bedroom: in the wardrobe? Under the bed? Behind the curtains? URGHHH all this thinking began to fry your brain.

Unfiltered murmurs passed through your doors due to the poor noise cancellation of your room ; there were multiple voices, meaning the level of danger and doubled if not trippled!

Curiousity had the best of you but thankfully stupidity hadn't - you had a message that was ready to be sent to the police immediately in case of danger (which told "there's an intruder/multiple intruders in my house and i am home alone, i live at *your adress* please send help). You opened your door praying for the door not to creak (and thank the heavens it did not).

You tip-toed your way nearer to the living room where the noise was coming from, and peaked at what was going on.

Your jaw droped; a group of... cosplayers??

That made no sense...

Before you had the time to compose yourself and think rationaly, you saw a very tall man picking up what seems to be a small journal.. was that..? YOUR BABY ALBUM PHOTO ?!?

You yelped in embarrassment and fear which gave your position away, half the people in your living room snapped their heads toward you.

You froze.

A tall and charismatic purple lady readied her spear, "Who goes there, explain yourself! "

And guess what ? That did not help calm down your anxiety ;D

Running was useless, you sent the message you typed before leaving your room to the police number and slowly walked up to the strangers with your hands in the air (your phone still held in your right hand).

"Ei, let's deal with this matter in a moderate manner" the tall man in a smart brown suit then looked at you "surely there must be room for negotiation. what is your reason for bringing us here and what do you require from us. I am certain we can reach a common ground" a shorter man in red and a green little girl nodded in agreement.

"As a sustainer of heavenly order i simply cannot accept! I will get my answers through whatever means." Her face couldn't possibly get sterner, if not for your exhaustion you would have been shaking in fear right this instant.

The same man that had graped you album interjected, "yeah, i think we should all chill out, that looks like a kid-" he walked walked up close and scanned you, looked at you dead in the eye, spun you around and side hugged you.

Huh ?

"But i bet they could be of help!" He exclaimed with the widest grin. The others stayed silent at the suggestion, it was worth a try.

"Say kid, d'you know where we are? Thats a pretty weird but nice place! " Was that a compliment?

Mustering up all the courage you could gather, you spoke.

"T-thank you ??"

"You're in my house right now... So inthenicestwaypossible shouldn't i be asking you who you are and what you're doing here?" You said as you avoided eye contact at all costs.

A blond person came forward in front of the purple lady (was it to make you feel safer?). "That's a fair claim, how about we answer eachother's question?" You nod in agreement.

He smiles at your willingness to cooperate,. "how about we start by introductions?"

The man still hugging you goes "OH oh ok I'll go first!!" *Ahem* "apart from the little green lady and the kid, everyone knows me here but but for the sake of my die hard fans - I'll go again. The name's arataki itto, a pleasure for the both of us" you couldn't help but chuckle and alas the oni had managed to calm your nerves.

"Is it truly safe to give our personal information to a stranger? For all we know this shy acts could be a facade to make us lower our guards" an angry green man said. A happier looking green man answer "we wont know unless we try!"

And each by turn introduce themselves, and then came you. Deep breath in, deep breath out. "My name is y/n and- oH SHIT!" The suddent rise in volume alarmed all people present in the room and set them back on the guards. "Oh geez i totally forgot i called the police on you! Wait a minute!!!"

You hurriedly unlocked your phone and went to the text message and improvised something (you typed: im sorry false alarm, those were my neighbours which my parents had given a spare of the keys to. I profusely apologizes!!)

You sighed in relief at the fact that they had not yet got onto you and were probably too bussy with other cases.

Still confused they all stare at you. "Is.. everything all right?" The person that introduced themselves as kazuha asks.

"Yes, i just realised that i had almost reported you to the authorities for breaking into my house haha...."

"How could you possibly have done it so fast?" The monst- ei said.

"With my phone i guess?"

"What's a pphhhone?"

God this is gonna take a while...

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[starfirewildheart]

Chapter 9

Scars and Souvenirs 

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 1784

Rating: mentions of war; being a POW, death and animal abuse. Nothing graphic I promise but if the fic continues (if y'all like it) I'll add warnings for each chapter.

Sy walked over to where the kid was still giving the cop hell and struggling against Debbie's help. He forced the boy down in a chair then got in this face. He spoke in a calm but commanding tone. “Stop struggling before you hurt yourself worse than you already are.”

“You new here? This ain't over by a long shot,” he huffed but stopped his struggle.  

“I'm not a cop,” Sy explained.  “What's your name?”

“Screw you,” the kid snapped.

“Little prick never changes,” the officer rolled his eyes. When Sy cut him a menacing look he walked out of the squad room.

Deb opened the first aid kit and approached him again. “My name is Debbie and this is Sy. What's your name?”

“Screw you.” 

Sy popped the boy in the back of the head. “You will be respectful to her. You understand?” He growled. 

“Owe, yea ok,” he squirmed, wanting to rub the back of his head but unable to because of the cuffs.

“She asked you your name.”

“Mike, my name is Mike.”

“Well Mike, I'm going to clean you up a bit, alright?” Deb asked. 

“Whatever,” Mike huffed.

Debbie cleaned him up and put a bandage on the cut on his head before popping an instant ice pack and holding it to his eye.

Walt stomped back into the room still pissed off. “Are you ok Mike?” 

“Peachy,” he snarked. “Sweet cheeks here fixed me up. See?”

“Sweet cheeks?” Deb asked, arching her brow at him.

Walt sighed before taking Mike to a holding cell. “I don't get it kid. I gave you a chance last time and you're back here again for theft.”

“I just can't get enough of you, Marshall.” He pretended to swoon, falling back on the cot in his cell.

“Fuckin smartass,” Walt growled before leaving him to go back to the squad room.

“What's with the kid?” Sy asked Walt as he was walking them out of the station. 

“Petty theft, B & E, public intox, truancy, fighting, terroristic threatening, smart assed kid.” Walt explained.  “I've tried to give him a chance but he just keeps blowing it.”

“What about his parents?” Sy inquired.

“I've met his old man once. He's a piece of work for sure. Runs a pawn shop here in town when he's not passed out from drinkin.”

“What's going to happen to Mike now?” Deb asked.

“Normally I would say he'd go to juvi but after Gains roughed him up I don't know. He's still got charges against him for robbing Samuelson's Market a couple weeks ago,” Walt told her. 

Sy opened the truck door for her and shook his head. “I know that look. What are you thinkin darlin' ?”

“Maybe he needs some time working on a farm. Sort of like community service but with safety and food and a good role model,” She bit her lip. “Maybe he needs someone to care about him?”

“Or maybe he's just a little prick who's old man doesn't care enough to rein him in?” Walt crossed his arms over his chest. He'd lost faith in people years ago. The world was bad and so were most of its people.

Sy looked between the two of them. One’s face was hopeful, the other disbelieving and he was somewhere in the middle. He could understand Mike acting out with an alcoholic, possibly abusive father and no one to care for him. He looked at Deb. “So you think he's robbing places because he's hungry?”

“And needs things, yea,” She nodded.

Sy crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. Deb looked at both of the big, intimidating men standing side by side staring her down and started to fidget. She felt like a kid who was in trouble. When Sy reached out and took her hand she gasped. He would never hurt her, she knew that but the moment had been so intense it startled her. Neither man said anything as she was pulled along back into the station. “What are we doing “

“Rescuing a new colt for you to rehabilitate,” Sy smirked.

~~~~~~♡~~~~~~

Nearly three months had passed since they had convinced the chief to let them take on a work probation for Mike, then they had to go to court with him so the attorney could convince the judge it was a good idea. Once everyone was in agreement they had to get Mike's dad to agree.

Mitch Holmes, Mike's father, was a real piece of work. He didn't give a damn about his son but he would spend hours gushing about how they were distant relatives of ‘The’ Sherlock Holmes.  Walter went with a counselor to talk to him about Mike and he said the living conditions were horrible. Very little food in the house, roaches everywhere and there were bars on the windows to Mike's room and a lock on the outside of his door. 

Walt unleashed on the police that had been on Mike's case before he had gotten to town. Demanded to know why no one had investigated before now. No one ever even made an effort to check on the kid.

While all of that was going on Sy, Walter and Debbie had been setting up video surveillance and listening devices on the S17. Once they started getting data Deb spent a lot of time pouring over it for pertinent information then handing it over to Sy and Walter so they could track shipments and buyers.

Sy yawned and scrubbed his hands over his face. Between work, court and the ranch they were all exhausted. He stood up from his desk in the shared office the department had given them for the investigation and walked over behind Deb. She was sitting with one foot up in the chair and the other on the floor as she read over endless transcripts. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “We need a break, sugar. Let's go get some food. I'm craving steak,” he rumbled against her neck. 

She reached up and lightly ran her nails over his head grinning when he almost  purred. “Steak sounds wonderful and French fries.”

He kissed her neck and rubbed his short, scruffy beard against her skin loving the way it made her squeak and squirm. “God I love you.”

Deb smiled as she stood up in front of him pressing her body against his. “Love you too baby. More than anything in this world.” Tilting her head up she pressed a kiss to his lips which he quickly deepened. His tounge sought entry into her mouth while his hands slid down her back to grip her ass and press her even tighter to him.

The office door opened and Walter walked in looking down at some papers in his hand. “talked to th…” he stopped when he saw them kissing and blushed. “Sorry I..” he started backing out the door. 

Sy smirked and Deb chuckled at him. He was a big, tough cop but so shy and reserved about a lot of things. He and Sy fell right back into that close brother relationship almost instantly. Walt had a shitty childhood and Sy did all he could back then to protect him. They had a bond closer than any blood family had ever been. They were battle buddies. Deb and Walt had gotten close as a result as well and the three of them spent a lot of time bonding too.

Deb gave Sy another soft kiss before pushing away from him and waking toward the door and Walter. “We're going to dinner.”

“Ok. I'll see you tomorrow ,” Walt nodded.

Deb stopped in front of him and shook her head. “Clock out detective grumpy.”

~~~~~~♡~~~~~~

Sy, Walt and Deb were all sitting at their table drinking a beer and waiting on their food at the local bar and grill when someone tripped into Debbie's chair causing her beer to slosh all over her. She jumped to her feet trying to brush it off as she eyed the blonde woman.

“Oh, I'm so sorry!” She gasped. 

Debbie looked at her but just forced a smile. “It's OK. It was an accident. No harm done.” She excused herself to go clean up.

“I'm sorry again,” the blonde smirked, winking conspitorily at a woman sitting at the bar before leaving.

When Deb came back from the restroom she saw a woman rubbing up against Sy. He was telling her to leave him alone and that he wasn't interested but she reached down and pawed at his cock grinding her hand against him almost painfully.  Deb snatched her by the hair pulling her away from Sy. “What the fuck do you think your doing? Lindi?” She growled. 

“Let me go you bitch!” She struggled in Debbie's tight grip. 

“He said no and you didn’t listen. Now you'll deal with me,” She growled as she dragged her outside to the parking lot.

“Oh fuck,” Sy and Walt said at the same time quickly following them. 

“You will keep your hands off what belongs to me,” Debbie warned her.

“He doesn't belong to you! He's not married to you,” Lindi sneered. “You've been together for five years and he's never committed. He's just fuckin you until he finds the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with!”

The words stung more than she cared to admit and it pissed her off even more. “Maybe, but I know one thing for sure. It's not you!”

Lindi lashed out at Debbie which she quickly realized was a mistake. Deb tackled her to the ground and started wailing on her. Lindy was screaming and begging for her to stop, apologizing and swearing she'll never touch Sy again. Deb didn't slow down; she just kept swinging.

“Ok, enough,” Sy bent down and wrapped his arms around Debbie's waist and pulled her off of Lindi. “Alright sweetheart, enough,” he soothed.  She struggled against him and he wrapped her up tighter. “Enough,” he growled in her ear. She stilled for a moment before shoving away from him and trying to walk away. He pulled her back and pinned her against a nearby truck. “Calm down sugar,” he rumbled.

Walter knelt down and checked on Lindi. Her nose was busted, lip bleeding and her eye was already swelling. “You learn to keep your hands to yourself? “

“I want to press charges!” Lindi demanded. 

“You have that right but you started this and there are witnesses to this. So she will press charges as well and this will go to a judge. Are you sure that's what you want to do?”

She got to her feet and glared at Walter before storming off.

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𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: Mason's sour after a bad game

Warnings: Fluff, a little angst, Hotspur vs Chelsea should be a warning in itself

Notes: Just a very simple, basic short one-shot tbh but I just had to write about this match. I'm still reliving it and get just as angry all the time. Like how, just how.

You could see how he was fuming, anger and disappointment just oozing off of him as he walked off the pitch. Clapping a few claps as a thanks for the supporters before walking down the tunnel with his head down just as his teammates.

It wasn't a bad game for Chelsea, having made two perfect goals but the frustrating and disappointing thing had been the referee.

Two goals for Tottenham, both who should have been denied because of faults but no, nothing judged and the goals stood.

You thought you were almost more fuming than Mason at that moment. Screaming at the tv-screen as Cucurella was dragged down and screaming even more when nothing happened as a result.

It was a little funny actually how you never cared about football until you met Mason. After he had taken you to your first game, United vs Arsenal you had been stuck. Watching every game and every league possible. Just this evening you hadn't been able to go to the actual game because of a late meeting so instead opted to have it on in the background. It was probably better anyway because you were sure you'd stormed the pitch if you'd been there. Not so good for your career though.

When Mason came home you had calmed down a little bit, stood cooking dinner when he announced he was home with a flat voice.

You met him in the hallway with a hug that he immediately welcomed, pulling you close to him and wrapping his arms around your body.

"I'm sorry for the game, you deserved those three points" you said lowly against his ear, hearing him hum in response.

"Wait you watched?" he questioned, pulling away a little bit while you shrugged "Well of course"

"Didn't you have a meeting?" he questioned confused.

"Well yeah, I had it on in the background" you said like it was obvious. Mason cracked a grin at you, chuckling as he pulled you into his embrace again. "Bet that was really popular in front of your bosses huh?" "Eh, they barely noticed. I accidentally screamed once but I blamed it on the cat"

Mason laughed, kissing your temple "Babe we don't have a cat"

"I know but they don't" You grinned back, untangling from his grip to stir around in your pasta sauce. "What if they come here some day?" "Well, then i'll just say it ran in front of the bus or something" you shrugged again, delighted with his laughter as he moved into the house.

"You're really lovely, aren't you"

"I can be" you grinned back, turning around to peck his lips. He was already in a better mood which made you in a better mood too. "It smells really good" he said sweetly, pecking your temple again before pulling away, walking over to the hallway to pick up his wash bag. "I'm gonna go shower"

"Do that" you nodded, continuing to cook as he showered quickly, soon emerging from the bedroom in a comfy hoodie and sweatpants.

He looked really tired and you knew he was, it had been a real busy time this far and it was going to get even busier. Training and training and traveling around England non-stop. It was what he loved, his dream but of course it could still be exhausting.

"You wanna talk about it?" You asked softly as you stirred down the pasta in the pot.

"Not really, just disappointing. Like we did play well I think, it was a good game for us but the goals are just really disappointing and to know that it was supposed to be 2-0 but still only go away with one point is rough. I think we deserved more of that game" he huffed, venting off.

"Well, you're right, it is disappointing but at least you can go away with the feeling that you played a good game and that you are in a good place. You got robbed of those points, sure but you're in a better place and there are a lot of points to come. At least you weren't the one getting a cheap win and the ones robbing" Mason chuckled at your metaphor, grabbing two plates from the top cabin. "Well you're right about that"

"But to be honest it's kinda rough overall right now"

You raised your eyebrows at him, never having heard of it before. "What?" "Well" he sighed, leaning back against his palms on the counter. "We haven't started good have we?" "No, maybe not good but not horrendously either"

"Well it's just a really nervous tension in the group. Nobody knows what's gonna happen with the transfers and we haven't been able to adjust to the new group at all. I-I guess i'm just worried something huge is gonna happen"

"Well, I get that but you have to give it some time, it hasn't gone many games yet and you will get together in the team. And if something big happens.... well then we deal with it then. Don't go around worry about it know, just focus on getting in shape"

Mason smiled through your sentence before letting out an over dramatic gasp. "What?! You're telling me I'm not in shape" he said in a mock hurt, clutching his chest which made you laugh, handing him a plate of the pasta and kissing his cheek. "Well, we all know you can be better and even if it shouldn't be like that Chelsea isn't on it's best if you aren't on your best"

"Awwww" he grinned, making you laugh again while you grabbed your own plate. Walking towards the living room. "Let's watch some trash-tv" you announced, seeing his smile as he followed you out to the living room and dimped down into the couch.

"Gladly"

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Here are 100 random quotes from Beelzebub!

Sourced from the OM! Wiki, chats, devilgram, screenshots I found, etc. I made this list to help with studying to write the characters in character. (Not really proofread, sorry if there are mistakes. Also, there may be spoilers. If so, they're minor spoilers)

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“You look tasty.”

“*sniff* *sniff* You smell good.”

“I'm fine. I'm sure it'll go away. It's nothing new. Whenever Belphie gets sad, I get sad, too. That's probably what's happening now.”

“ Sorry, that was a really strange question to ask, wasn't it? Forget I said anything.”

“Cool, this works.”

“Huh? This is an interesting feeling. I'm finding it hard to relax.”

“I'm hungry, but I feel like another part of me is full.”

“It looks like someone's having fun. I'm glad.”

“So. hungry... You look delicious.”

“That tickles.”

“You are what you eat. You know what that means, right?”

“You can touch me. I don't mind.”

“Yeah. Tie it nice and tight, okay?”

“Standing watch at the gates means being ready for anything. So, I'm going to do some combat training like this.”

“Oh, hey. Perfect timing. I was hoping you'd spar with me.”

“I want to poke his cheek, too…”

“..This feels..really close, huh?”

“It's all because of the custard.”

“That's the spirit! Nice form, MC.”

“Great! You did it, MC! Not many people get it on their first try. That was amazing.”

“The light's turning the sea orange. It's like waves of delicious orange juice are rolling onto the beach.”

“Can I hold your hand...?”

“I don't know... Either way, I'm heading to the kitchen.”

“…I take it this means we're heading for something much more intimate than just partners in crime… One thing's for sure, MC... You and I are going to be amazing together.”

“I want you to film me while working out. If my form's not right, I won't be able to work the right muscle groups the way I want to. It shouldn't be tough getting here. Just ask somebody out on the street for directions.”

“I'm not constantly eating all the time. I'm only constantly eating sometimes. There's a big difference.”

“It said that in the human world, lovers who don't kiss at least once a day are destined to break up. Is that true?”

“I'm glad you mentioned something besides how much I eat. Thanks.”

“But there's no way that I'lI ever forget what you did for me then. And if you or MC are ever in trouble, I'll be there for you. Next time, l'll be the one saving you.”

“I'II protect you if something happens. Don't worry.”

“If that will make you smile… Heh, good. You smiled. I want to see your smile more. I would do anything if it means I get to see you smile like that.”

“Were you lonely? Don't be mad.”

“My face feels like it's on fire. I hope I can cool down before we get to class.”

“I’m going to take you as my hostage, MC. I don't want the Fallen Angel's Tear anymore. I've decided to rob you of MC here instead.”

“Take care, MC. We'll meet again...before my stomach growls.”

“Could I nibble on you just a bit? Just a taste.”

“What's that? Some sort of dessert?”

“The more I think about it, the more I start drooling.”

“The cookies I was saving in my pocket for later... All that's left are crumbs.”

“That explosion sent whipped cream flying everywhere. It's all over you too, MC. You're covered in it from head to toe. ...Which actually makes you look even more delicious than you did before. I was trying so hard to resist the urge to nibble. But now that I see you standing in front of me covered in delicious whipped cream, I... I…”

“It's just too much to handle! First things first, we've got to do something about all of the whipped cream you've got on you. Otherwise there's no telling when I might lose control and just...”

“Your lips? MC, it almost sounds like you want me to give in to these urges... Still, your lips look so soft... How can I say no? ..See? I knew it. They are soft. And sweet. It makes it really hard to stop. It's like...I can't get enough of you…”

“…Sorry. I was trying to stop you from falling…but we both ended up falling.”

“Are you comforting me..with a kiss on my cheek? Thank you, MC.”

“…I admit it. I'm jealous of the people who get close to you, MC.”

“This is so embarrassing.”

“You're so weird. But, thanks.”

“My feelings are still a mess... Can I hold you, MC?”

“You know, I was just thinking I was hungry. Come here, l'm going to take a few bites out of you two.”

“‘Do not eat’… It says ‘Do not eat.’ ‘Do not eat’…That's what it says...

“Don't blame me if the contents of these pages keep you up at night.”

“*gulp*... Whoops. I may have just, um...eaten that entire book…”

“You really are... Hm. I don't know how to say it. Mysterious? Strange? Incredible?”

“Do you want to sleep next to me? Not that I mind. But if there's something else you want, don't hesitate to say so.”

“Fun? No, no time for fun. This is about getting candy. This is war.”

“I… can't take it anymore. This is your fault. Your blood smells so good... Too good...”

“You want me to feed you? It's really sweet. Here... *munch* Oh, whoops. I didn't mean to eat that. Let me try again... Don't pout, I'lI be careful this time.”

“Pancakes!”

“Check out those buns!”

“I've put him in a sleeping bag for easy transport, so someone else can drag him along.”

“Yeah. He's just lost faith in humanity more than usual, that's all.”

“…You're so warm--inside and out.”

“He fell asleep hanging from the bar...? That's some grip.”

“Qu-Quit it, MC! Th-That tickles...! Hahaha! Stop…! Okay...okay. I promise to stop tickling you. Just no more tickling me back, please!”

“It's a little embarrassing holding you this close. You can probably hear my heart beating. But, it does make me feel happy.”

“It's really nice to see that my workouts are paying off. And now you can count on me to carry even heavier stuff. It'll be good training.”

“I'm working out in my room right now. Something welled up within me, and I got the sudden energy to lift 10 times as hard. I can't do all the stuff I want to unless I have a spotter, though. That's why I want you to come here and be my workout partner. Oh yeah, I'll be hungry from lifting, so can you bring some food with you as well?”

“...I don't know what happened in there, but whatever it was really messed with Belphie... I'm not letting that thing get away with this.”

“You bet. I'm going to destroy that bogeyman.”

“When push comes to shove, I know they've always got my back. My family is what drives me. Wanting to keep them safe makes me strong. I'm going to have to work harder at protecting them from here on out.”

“Hup...! Hah! ...Heads up!”

“You'll always be the only one on my mind. ...Okay, you and tasty treats.”

“You sure have been paying attention, huh? I'm always looking at you, too. But, now l'll be watching you even more, so that I can draw you from memory.”

“Use my power, MC. My power is yours to command. Everything I do, do for you and for Belphie! Evil spirit, sinister and foul! In the name of Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony ...be gone!”

“It's strange. Normally when I'm hungry, I'd be going into a rampage right now.”

“Calm down, Levi. That cake just fell into my mouth by accident, that's—“

“You're the only one who will always have my attention, MC, now and forever.”

“Thank you. This candy tastes like the Destroyed Devil Burger I wanted but was sold out. Is this your way of letting me try it? You don't know how happy this makes me.”

“*munch* *nom* Sorry, I ate it before I could say thanks. It was great. I appreciate it.”

“Don't barge in on my mealtime.”

“I just might eat you from the head down. ...You don't seem that delicious though.”

“You don't want to see me angry. I'll just get even MORE hungry.”

“Was that an earthquake? Ah, nope. Just my stomach.”

“Aahh, this is taking too long... If I die from starvation it's your fault.”

“Geez, you left me so hungry I almost ate YOU.”

“Do that all you want. I'm not giving you my food.”

“Hm, that... felt pretty good.”

“It looks...mouth-watering.”

“And...I like how touching you makes my heart speed up.”

“I can't wait to dig into some freshly grilled meat!”

“Got you! Nope. I'm turning the tables on you. ...Tickle attack!”

“Ah... Ahahaha! Wait, I- Hahahaha! Come on, give it a res--Pfft! Ahahaha!”

“...I did some of my combat training blindfolded, actually. So, this kind of brings me back.”

“I thought so. You look good. I'll buy it for you… A matching look? I've never done that before, but why not?”

“This can't be happening...say it's not happening! I'm scared…..! Please…..don't go anywhere, MC... Please, I'm begging you, don't go...”

“…I think I've calmed down a bit. I feel a lot better with you in my arms. But...this isn't fair. I'd like to also see you getting jealous of people who get close to me. I wouldn't mind. I'd like to see that side of you too.”

“Oh, I know. If I sit next to you, then you won't feel so self-conscious, right? Hang on, try lying down on the bed. Okay, good.”

“You can't even throw a pillow far enough to reach me. You should give up before you hurt yourself.”

“Open your mouth then. Say "aah" Well? Tasty, right?”

“Don't stop, MC. Kiss me more…”

Extras! (It’s hard to pick just 100 y’know?)

1. “Were you waiting for the perfect time to kiss me? That's adorable. It's my turn next.”

2. “Belphie, you've got that dead look in your eyes again.”

3. “My feelings for you won't change, not even after a thousand years...no, a million years.”

4. “It's sort of like...you're more special to me. Do you understand what I'm trying to say? ...Up to now, I always felt like I was hungry for something. I'd eat and eat and eat, but I still wasn't satisfied, so I'd eat more. But when I'm with you, it's like that hunger is suddenly gone. For once I feel strangely satisfied.”

5. “I hope I'll always have you here by my side, just like I have them. From here until…..forever. No matter how I might change in the future.”

6. “When I feel you in my arms like this, it lets me know for sure that I really am alive.”

7. “Even though as a human, your life is a lot shorter than that of us demons. And yet you still tried to save me. ...That meant a lot to me.”

8. “Where do you think you're going? Whoa, I don't think so. I'm not letting you go anywhere.”

9. “It's all right, MC. Just listen to my voice, MC. Forget about everything else...”

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𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚

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