#i swear to fucken god this better work this time

[darkangel0410]

Guess who's got cali ot3 porn for ya'll??

they think they need you (but not as much as i do)

square: humiliation, pairing: Jamie Drysdale/Alex Turcotte/Trevor Zegras, tags: bdsm, objectification, rough sex, biting, threesome, spitroasting, spit as lube, dirty talk, humiliation kink, verbal humiliation

Summary: They're ignoring him, treating him like a toy, and Jamie loves it even as it makes him burn with shame.

#i swear to fucken god this better work this time #kink bingo #cali ot3 #my fic #that's hockey baby

[solardick]

Portents are strong today. A soider a dove, teo geese, and a criw all in sync. With present happenings. One after the other.

But, i don’t think those pills are working. Not today.

I saw a pretty girl today. She has those eyes. Those. Intense peircing eyes. That i like. And she has a turn on. Its her neck. I can tell. The guy was too much. I wuestion if he was flirting. But she thought. No. As she seemed to measure me up. I want to go back and ask her what she thi ks about god.

I deal with people like this all day. He says. Have you ever had a hard on when you take a shit? Like it touches the right spot. And you get turned on?

….. no nate ive never had a hard on taking a shit before. Jesus fuck. Had a prostate test done once. Where’s the hype? I think they think i have sexula identity issues. Nope. Last i checked i have a penis.

Ok. Spider on my boot. Running late. Go figure Aries season. Hot tempers. Get a lift and some bite to eat. Two geese fly by. As one walks up to the door. Comes back to say something immoral. And light a smoke. Crow goes by. As he goes back in the teo geese fly by but, not together.

The dove was an after effect it seems. There she was. Perched on the lines slender and soft. I said hello. Or hey dove. And she hoowed back. Maybe that was coincende without the magic. Its was neat though. Cause she looked.

But my new coleage is taken out. And now. There’s literally no one i want to work with stick with these asshole saying bs. Like the above. Or the complete opposite. Oh yeah im the shit i get so much pussy. 🙄 or the other guy cursing and swearing all fucken day. Foot uo uour ass this my foot up your ass that. Fucken cocksuker. Fuck this fuck that. What you prettending to be my father? Suprise gifts in the van im supposed to unload found by someone else. Ugh. Day in day out. Its kike they’re not even trying anymore.

Well i guess ibs is out.

Start lookign for another job i guess. Not like i’ll fond one. But, maybe.

I dont force my words on anyone. People like trouble. Cause they tet to act and be superior. Rightious. Or so crap like that. I dont know. I cant think like that. Goes agaisnt instinct. And if i was involved i’d be like thouse better people who sit by and watch without intent. Half of them are criminal. Yup. Thats life. And that right! I get it. I sense it. Never relished always apart. Over 20 years. I was raised in this. Bred in one direction. Someone else’s. Maybe thats why god talks to me. Its the only real relationship i have. Not a trace if me seeing anything destructive or ill intent on. With concern about tossing my butt on the ground and not putting it in my pocket. Even though im conflicted cause i smoke. And alot of these portents all speak around quitting smoking. And, they keep fucken woth me. Controling output.

That was nice though. A few solid seconds of hard eye contact. Got to keep the tempo low. Bass. Its in the tone. Not really having one. More like static.

When the mind goes into this state. And life is found in these words. And not corrupted out by bs. But they keep on me. And keep bronging it back. Wasting my time. Year after year.

🤷🏻‍♂️ if you talk to nature. Nature talks back. None of these people get that. My family didnt get it either. Neither did anynof my friends. My enemies…. I took anpicturenof the clouds on the opposite side of the eclipse. Wanna see? If you havent already.

Taken at 3:33 pm or 15:33 pm. As time has its own rule to add to the cards.

Over the constelations of Cepheus across to the star Polaris. Below is draco the dragon hovering over the parking lot. What used to do is try and fond connections in mythology. To describe the constelations or add life to its. Pluralized. You wouldn’t use a plural for it. Could say them. But, it’s not a person.

Like type a search.

Well thats not true.

I found a missing word in our language. Its so obvious. Maybe that comes woth learning a new alphabet and different grammar. Thats cool. Still. Wheres my word? I dont want to personalize portents or omens. Yin and yang. Personalize objects. Maybe its a cause of mental illness having an incomplete language. Sundenly tripping balls on gods knows what. And stuff starts coming alive and speaking. Cartons have onjects and furniture alive with personalilities maybe that a reason as to why that word foesnt exist. Its all in the control of the fantasy.

And i dont have the strength or the courage to leave. Ao just keep fucken with me.

But its great. I get to yell at someone all day. While they say. Yeah, no, it’s ok.

Liar.

[lameghost]

Scream blue murder.

Bonten! x yakuza! leader [part 3]

word count - 2,538

💿 - deathwish by poutyface, to the bone by j.t machinima

Warnings❕- angst + fluff+ suggestive. Mentions of death, sewer slide, drugs, physical and mental abuse.(slight hints of ptsd) Mentions of Izana x reader and others. Spoilers! Bonten arc. Blood and gore. (pinky cutting and mentions of gas poisoning, mass murder.) reader goes berserk! putting a knife in each other's throat? reader is freaky fugg. and also apparently, an expert at chemistry.

[part 1] [part 2]

“So, 12 years… You were gone, just like that and you aren’t gonna say anything, huh? Saying ‘I love you’ like that, ain’t fucking fair, y/n. I missed you for all those years. I searched for you like a madman. Fuck, you didn’t even come by to look for me or shit. You know how fucking miserable I was, after Izana was gone and you too!” Everyone flinched at the sight of the usually calm Kakucho raising his voice. You were surprised too, but you kept on an indifferent facade as you looked down, guilt overwhelmed you.

Kakucho takes a few steps towards you, “I wanna hate you for it but I can’t. You’re too fucking precious to me. The last one I have here, and I thought you were fucking dead.” You did no such attempt to avoid the slap which landed on your face as tears flowed down Kakucho’s face. You heard the faint gasp from all the executives of Bonten. You just kept quiet.

“Hug me, god fucking damn it. I missed you.” With no hesitation, you engulfed him in a hug, basking in his warmth which came into contact with your bare skin. You smiled, relishing the memories of your childhood.

“Fucking hell that was touching as shit.” Sanzu fake cries, deep down he still felt bad since he knew that you were as important to Kakucho as Mikey was to him. Losing you would have meant losing his entire world. In reply, you lifted your middle finger, sticking out your pierced tongue at the pink-haired male. He chuckles slowly.

“Holy shit, yer got piercings, that’s hot, dude.” You nodded at Rindou’s question .

“Show us, I mean your tattoos and piercings.”

“That’s a pretty specific kink you have, Sir Mikey. I mean, I know I look hot as shit but.” He snickered, signalling that he only wants your full identification.

“If you insist, your honour.” You fake sighed as you turned around and began explaining your tattoos.

“29 piercings and last I checked, around 18 or 19 tattoos. Got my first tattoo at 13, illegally. Thank god I didn’t die of infection or some shit. Dude was a nice guy, he even taught me how to take care of a  new tat.” They all gasped, ‘doesn’t that shit hurt you?’. Ran and Rindou who were basically half covered in tattoos were also surprised by your ability to withstand the pain.

“Which one hurt the most though? Your tits or sumn?” Sanzu bluntly asks as he touches the tattoo on your left arm.

“Oh well, yer wanna see? Better pay money though.” You smirked and sent him a wink as you gave him a slight teaser of your tattoo, he blushed. Welp, you broke the dope peddler.

“You’re quite a mystery, aren’t you?” Mikey says, his voice dark and screechy, almost like he has been straining it.

“Your back. That ain’t a tattoo. Someone carved those characters into you.” He traces the Chinese characters on your back. You slightly flinched at the sudden cold touch of his finger. “Only the top brass of Yakuza has this, yeah? Which means, you’re the current hidden leader of the Yakuza. Working for them quietly backstage, is that fun? Don’t you wanna take the credit?” He was inches away from your face, you tilted your head slightly at his demise.

“Take credit? Pftt. Observant but dumb aren’t yer, pretty boy?” You cupped his jaw between your gloved fingers. “I fucking love it when people worship me, bow to me and praise me for all my work but I wouldn’t want my pets to go unrecognised do I? Plus, isn’t it harder to keep myself lowkey from the police that way? I have my plans, baby and I don’t like it when people question me.” You smiled and let go of his jaw, never in his life has he been this stunned by someone’s actions and indifference. This was a first.

“This carving was done by my dad. I was the only child who was able to take over the family business so, here I am. Healthier than ever!” You smiled, highlighting the dimples which brightened your eyes even more under the light which shone above you.

“So, you’ve taken a blood oath?” Kokonoi asks, curious.

“Oh that’s fucken bullshit. We don’t do those. We’re just old delinquents who don’t wanna follow laws, we don’t sacrifice ourselves. I mean that does sound cool though. The most we do is cut our pinky. I’ve cut 12 as of this week,” You sat back down, nonchalantly telling them. You put your suit back on, adjusting the tie.

Bang! A loud gunshot was heard from behind you, in one swift movement, you swooped Ran and Sanzu who were directly in front of you. ‘Top criminal organisers but can’t see a bullet coming their way? Great, fucking idiots.’ You looked down, the bullet grazed by your shoulder slightly. Thank god for that. You picked up the shell and the bullet which landed not far from it. You analysed the bullet, standing up immediately after recognising it. ‘Mauser C96. 0.45 ACP. Made in Germany. Oh fuck, why are they here?’

“Oi, you twinks. Came here to save me or something?” One by one, your members peeked their heads out from behind the oil tanks. Number 2, Tanaka Ryu. This kid has been behind you since juvie days. Once he got out, he looked for you and followed you till the very end even if it meant jumping into hellfire for you.

“If I couldn’t fight, I would have died to these hot dudes, you know? Do we need to practice again? Should I drill it into your brains?” All the members, a good 25 of them, stood at attention, weapons dropped to the floor with their hands behind their back.

“No, your honour!” In unison, their voices echoed one another. Bonten was too stunned to say a thing. Their mouths merely shut tight as your dominant aura overflowed through the entire warehouse.

“Good, and Tanaka, don’t mind, okay? Small mistake. I’m fine, n’ways.”

“Apologies, your honour. Take my pin-” You shushed him as you signalled everyone to get down and ready their weapons. Bonten, who was behind you, followed your command. You gestured for Mikey to come to your side, he slowly strides towards you.

“Mikey, listen. Now, your turf is being infiltrated. You heard that gunshot? Nagant M1895. That strong shit is only used by the Yakuza traitors. Those fuckers have been on my back for the last few months and I need a few extra hands so that I can alert my turf. After that, I’ll help yer. There should be at least 230 of them. 2 top heads and the other 8 executives. The rest are all their lackeys, bad fighting skills but good spirits. Now, we separate, I’ll alert your members too.”

You and Mikey, the leaders, moved into positions immediately. Working together for the first time but it almost seemed as if you’ve worked together for the past 10 years. You stationed Sanzu and your number 3, Haruto, right in front of you. These two are wild and have a few screws loose in their brains, so they make a good pair. They can slaughter some while you make a few alerts to your guards in your territories. You wanted to get it over and done with fast even if it meant, murder. So, you analysed whatever you had in your reach.

“Y/n-chan. What are you doing? I wanna smoke.” Sanzu said, questioning what you were looking at.

“Shush, let me think of a way to get rid of evidence fast and simple.” Haruto drags Sanzu back to their station as they both chat away, swinging the bloodied weapons in their hands. Psychos, I swear.

‘Benzoyl peroxide, TNT, fire extinguisher, bleach, ammonia and diesel.’ Fucking hell, they were making this a bit too easy isn’t it? You called Sanzu and Haruto over to help you. You took the empty tank, putting on your mask before starting and gesturing the two males to do the same. You poured the bleach into the empty tank followed by ammonia.

‘Do you think what you’re doing is right?’ The tiny voice in your head asks. ‘Well these people mass murdered 226 of the Yakuza members, isn’t it only fair?, ‘Of course, but can’t the police punish them?’. ‘What. They hurt me, not the police, I’ll make them save me a seat in hell. Especially that blabbermouth oldie.’, ‘I guess there’s no stopping you, y/n l/n. You’re a murderer after all.’ Wait, what the fuck? I’m not! They did it first, why is it me? Why am I to blame? Fuck, fuck you. ‘You’re a murderer by nature, y/n. That’s why your Mom and Dad passed this onto you.’ Shut up. They’re dead, they are just ashes, seeping into earth or maybe being swallowed by maggots. Those 2 are dead to me. ‘Your mom isn’t dead. Not yet.’ Well, I want her dead. ‘You gonna kill her, too? Like what you did to your old man? You’re naive, a pretty soul, one that I would kill to dirty but you already did it yourself.’

You halted your movements, Sanzu and Haruto stared wide-eyed at your face. Your face contorted with rage, aura screaming murder at them. This brings Sanzu back to 12 years ago when- nevermind. “Earth to y/n, we gonna continue?”

“Haruchiyo. Katana. Haruto, pass him your pistol, I’ll be right back.” ‘You’re gonna regret it, y/n.’

“SHUT UP! HOLY FUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP! UGH!” You let out an indignant roar, making Kakucho and Mikey halt their movements as they continued throwing punches to the opposing team. Kakucho ran towards you, covered in blood which did not belong to him.

“Hey, y/n. Hey, look at me.” You looked at him, tears of anger welling up in your eyes. (You can only cry when you’re angry but not when you’re sad.) He pats your back, telling you to kick some ass to relieve your anger. Well, that was your green light.

You swung the Katana out from your back which had a strap, tailor made for you to store katanas. As always, pecking the handle beforehand, showing respect. ‘About 104 left, gonna be easy.’ The rest of your members and Bonten members along with the executives gathered, wanting to watch you fight. It was almost like a playback of 12 years ago.

You dropped the katana to the floor, jumping onto the first person you see, hanging from the shoulder. You swung around, possibly breaking his spine and picked up two other men by their collars. Swinging them towards the tower of diesel tanks, you made your way to your next victims.

“So, pick yer death.” You smirked, but your eyes were empty and lifeless. Your bloodthirsty aura engulfed the entire warehouse, stripping the audience off any form of excitement. The male approached you, in a split second, he was inches from your face.

“HAHAHAAHA, you’re fast but you lack experience, sweetheart.” You caressed his face, voice coated full of sinister but in his ears, it was like honey. It gave his brain whiplash how contrasting your voice was to your actions. Without batting an eye or even giving him room to recover from your touch, your left leg flew forward. Landing directly onto the wound of his temple, plunging onto the floor. You took the chance to take a seat on his back.

You rummaged through his pockets, stopping when you found his phone. You dialed a number, the others stared at you curious. “I need about, uhh, 7, no, 8 ambulances, for the Shibuya area. The warehouse down the second turn. Thank yer!” You smiled and threw the phone across the room.

“Now, there’s only… let me see… 3 of you left. Rock, paper, scissors. Winner gets to pick the lucky one.” You signaled them to start playing, with trembling figures, the 3 males began playing. You placed the lit cigarette in between your lip, enjoying others misery.

“She’s kinda hot, though.” You heard Sanzu whistling and howling from behind you as you exhaled the smoke and took off your blazer, rolling up your sleeves. You sent a kiss his way as you made your way to the poor male - a prisoner of his own bad luck.

“Hey, mister. Long time no see. I’m bigger now, if you can’t clearly see.” You subtly flaunt, towering over the male before you. You bent lower so you could make direct eye contact with him. The eye contact sent cold shivers down his spine which made him froze, his lips quivered as you moved your gloved finger, gliding down his tattooed back.

“Oi, mister. I’m talking to you, it’s rude to not reply to your master, y’know? It kinda hurts my feelings,” You faked your sadness, pretending to sob into his shoulders. If he wasn’t already stiff, he is now officially the statue of liberty.

“Y-yes, your honour!”

“Good pet. Now, let me get my work done. You know what happens to traitors, don’t you? Perverted old man.” You removed the kunai which was secured tightly in the pocketed garter which hung from your thigh. You simpered, looking pleased at the amount of fear you could elicit from the pathetic man.

“AHHHHHHHH!” He writhed in pain, screaming blue murder.

“Okay, that was the last one! 12 plus 10 equals 22! 22 pinkies!” You giggled, cracking a smile from your scarred mouth. A horrifying sight, it was.

“Fuck, didn’t know you were capable of such cruel shit.” Ran sends a surprised look, scanning you up and down as you wiped the blood off your gloves and chuckled.

“Born and bred to do this shit.”

You knew you were done but there was some unsettling feeling that irked your senses, but what was it? Could it be you forgot something-

“We’ll take over from here, as an apology and a thank you for not murdering us.” Mikey said, a small smile on his face.

“Oh no, it was great working with you, Sir Mikey.”

“Don’t call me that, on god, I’ll put a knife in your throat.”

“Do it then, it’s not a threat Mikey. ” Your little bicker was put to a stop when Kokonoi seemingly  ‘cleared his throat’ loudly.

“So, you’re a professional torturer, a sugar mommy, free show stripper, yakuza leader, a mass murderer, chemist and now, a hooker. What else do we not know about you?” Kokonoi asked, voice laced with curiosity. His eyebrows raised as his eyes searched for answers in yours.

“Oh darling, I’m a walking unsolved mystery. Yer wanna find out? Yer gotta dig deep into the layers of this earth. Yer wanna solve me still?”

“Yeah, I do.” The short, purple haired spoke up. (You forgot his name.)

“Oh then, put on a raincoat. This year’s theme is bloody halloween. Wouldn’t want blood staining yer expensive suits.” You stuck out your tongue, making a move as sirens filled the quiet warehouse. 

‘Roppongi, Don Quijote, 31st October, 9 P.M. Be there or else you owe me candy.’ The boys chuckled, making a run as the police broke in.

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers fic #bonten #toman #kakucho x you #izana #tokyo revengers angst #ran haitani #tokyo revengers rindou #mikey #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x you smut #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi takeomi #kokonoi x you #bonten kakucho #bonten kokonoi #bonten sanzu #bonten ran #bonten rindou #bonten mikey #izana headcanons #mikey x you #tokyo revengers scenarios

[oliviayamaoka]

The Distraction (Danny Johnson / Jed Olsen / Ghostface x Reader)

Y/N encounters Ghostface, a snarky and creepy silent killer. However, he isn’t as silent as he is made out to be when you hit him with your toolbox in defense. To stall time for your survival and the progression of other generators, you decide to humor him and distract him for a long amount of time for the others.

Possible Warning: Sexual tension, slight blood, slight violence, and Danny having perverted thoughts (up to your interpretation on what he’s thinking)

You slowly vaulted over a wooden structure within Autohaven Wreckers. The green atmosphere felt very chilling and eerie, you didn’t like doing your trials in this realm. Your eyes averted to an untouched generator. Thank the Entity you didn’t hear a chainsaw revving or the menacing lullaby sung by the Huntress. Y/N kneeled down and began to work on the generator, putting their toolbox to the side. Who knew you’d become a mechanic of some sort within the Fog. 

“Shit.” You mumble as you cut your arm slightly on something within it. For a moment you had considered using your toolbox but it was better to just save it for another time.

Y/N sighed and pulled down a lever before reattaching some wires. The generators always confused you. Not in a way where you didn’t know how to fix them but how the hell did they power up the exit gates? Oh well, it didn’t matter at that point. You were forced to do this by a literal god. 

You suddenly gasped when you felt a firm grip pry you away from your generator. It must’ve been the killer. Y/N aggressively fought back and wiggled with desperate grunts and yells. You somehow managed to escape his grip, how the hell didn’t you hear him? You shoved him away but he grabbed your wrist tightly.

“Let go!” You yelled, hitting him as hard as you could since he seemed to have dropped his knife. You recognized the killer as Ghostface. He didn’t seem to think that you’d be able to get away the first time. Y/N’s eyes widened in shock and curiosity when she heard him darkly chuckle in amusement

“You’re like that bastard King.” He said to you as you both struggled. David was always verbal when ”fighting” the killers. He grunted as you kicked at his thigh, desperately trying to rip your arm away from him. 

“Since when did you start talking?” You asked him, humoring him in pure panic. Ghostface was a bit thrown off that you even responded instead of screaming at the top of your lungs. In fact, he doesn’t recall anybody saying anything back to him other than David King or Yui Kimura saying something snarky after a successful vault.

“You’d be surprised--agh!” He grunted as you smashed your toolbox into his face as hard as you could. This definitely threw him off since it hurt just as much as the pallet stuns did. Was that even allowed? He adjusted his mask to keep it from falling off. His chin sure as hell hurt.

“Sorry.” Y/N said to him almost immediately, stopping for a moment. You weren’t sure why you felt sorry for the bastard in that moment. You once did something similar with the Trapper when he accidentally stepped in his own trap, there was a moment of silence between the two of you as you both stared.

“What do you mean sorry?!” He asked you angrily but he didn’t lunge or hit you. He seemed just as confused and caught up in the moment as you. You threw your arms up in defense, it was a psychological thing.

“It was instinctual! What was I supposed to do, let you stab and hook me?” You said to him as he stood up. Ghostface was much taller up close, it was strange.

“Well, yeah. You’re only supposed to fucken wiggle or try get off of the hook. It said those were the rules.” He argued as you turned your head to the side in disbelief at his behavior. 

“Since when did you start abiding by the rules? Aren’t you supposed to be a serial killer or something?” Y/N questioned him.

“Uhhh, since that thing started torturing the other people who got trapped here. You think I wanna look like that fuckface with the chainsaw?” He said aggressively but you didn’t seem to back down at all. He was referring to the Hillbilly.

“He already looked like that, dumbass.” You say to him as he paused.

“Oh.” Ghostface responded before shaking his head to knock some sense into himself and began to try grab your wrist again. he tugged you closer when he did rather aggressively.

“What the fuck am I doing arguing with my prey.” He muttered as you pulled away again, taking a few steps back.

Ghostface, from your observation, was easily confused when talking to people. You figured it was normal since, well, when the hell did a psycho like him have time to talk to people? You recalled a conversation with Ace when you were upset due to one of your first trials. He had been previously married and referred to himself as a ladykiller, humoring the idea of trying to flirt with the Huntress. He was a wise dude despite being on the run from guys he owed money to, overall he made a good replacement father figure for a moment.

Clearly it was a bad idea but maybe instead of getting hooked or hurt, you could do what Ace jokingly suggested. It’d also be a funny story to tell some of your friends when this trial was over but it was scary thinking this could make him even more mad or aggressive. Oh, well, anything not to go through the pain again.

“Has anybody ever told you you’re handsome?” You asked, cringing at yourself for such a poor choice of wording.

“You don’t even know how I look.” He said, somewhat annoyed but loosened his grip slightly as you put your hand softly over his.

“That doesn’t matter. I feel like we could get to know eachother. I’m Y/N, by the way.” You say to him as he stopped completely, baffled even.

“What?” He asked in confusion.

“Think about it, if we have a nice little chat then I’m sure the Entity wouldn’t mind. And don’t get me wrong, I’ve been curious about your artwork. Or I guess you can say photography. I’m sure you have a collection.” You said.

“Right, like a puny thing like you would even understand what I do.” Ghostface said to you, crossing his arms. Admittedly, he seemed to slowly forget his objective when he began to even talk to you. Even he didn’t know why he kept responding to you.

“A puny thing like me? Oh, please. I’ve seen my fair share of blood and gore on the internet. I bet your photos wouldn’t even make me budge.” Y/N said.

“Really, now? I have a collection of photos of you and your little friends.” He said, getting rather defensive. Such a fragile ego, you thought.

“Oh, so you take photos of me?” You asked, pulling him closer. He seemed to freeze up when he was inches away from your face. Despite wearing the mask, he felt vulnerable. Why? You were just a survivor meant to be slaughtered.

“I don’t mean it like that.” He said firmly, although, it wouldn’t be a bad idea since you were rather attractive to him. Both physically and personality-wise. The thought amused him but he shook his head slightly.

“Shame. I could’ve offered you a special photoshoot.” Y/N said, enjoying getting into character at this point since all the generators should be done soon.

“A what?” He said, finally flustered. You couldn’t blame him. A survivor was practically seducing him. A part of him wanted to give in since he already wasted so much time just talking to you. There were, of course, other needs he needed satisfied. The idea of him showing no mercy on you got him hot and bothered.

“A special photoshoot. Just me and you, uhh... Ghostface?” You said to him, resting your eyes. 

“It’s Danny--I mean, Jed.” He said to you. You raised your eyebrows in surprise that he even told you his name, you could even swear your cheeks warmed up for a second. No. no, you thought. Do not get distracted.

“Jed, huh? Sounds easy to yell.” You responded with a smirk. 

At this point, Ghostface decided he definitely wanted you. He quickly gave into his desire since he had his own desires and fantasies he wanted to put at ease. Plus, a survivor like you giving yourself to him? It sounded too good to be true in his own dirty, messed up standards. He silently smirked behind his mask. Hooking and killing wasn’t the only way he wanted to hurt you now. He saw this as a way to properly get back at you for hitting him with your toolbox.

What did you get yourself into, he thought menacingly. Unbeknownst to him, you were already one step ahead of him. Ghostface wrapped his hands around your waist and brought you closer to him. Y/N froze for a moment but brushed her knee against his upper thigh in a rather suggestive manner. She didn’t think it would work yet it did.

“So, when do you want to do this, baby?” He asked you in a lower tone. You felt your cheeks flush and your heartrate beginning to increase but you had to stand your ground for a few more seconds. You looked away for a moment with an unimpressed stare.

“You’re such a gentlemen.” You said sarcastically, pushing away from him by his chest. The feeling of his leather and fabric was firm, you kinda liked that.

“Now what?” He asked in frustration. Your eyes averted towards the tools spread out on the ground from the box. Y/N came up with an idea.

“Pick my stuff up for me and maybe we can do something... quick.” You said, tugging your shirt downwards suggestively. 

“Okay, okay. Fine.” Ghostface responded to you sarcastically.

He turned to look at the tools on the ground. Kneeling down, he set the toolbox upright and began to put the tools back. Ghostface found it interesting how such small tools can play a big part in fixing the generators faster. He’d be pissed off if some random fucker like the Clown came and busted it up after long, hard work. You watched him actually do as you asked. It was somewhat heartwarming. No, actually, it wasn’t. You didn’t wanna catch feelings for him.

Y/N looked around, inhaling quietly. He seemed focused on picking up the smaller tools. You weren’t sure when to make your move. Suddenly, a horn blasted. A feeling of relief washed through your body. His head popped up as you quickly sprinted away from him. Ghostface whipped his head around. 

“Shit, fuck...!” He muttered. It was at this point where he realized what you did. He felt angry at himself for giving into his urges instead of just hooking you and killing you and your little friends. Ghostface smashed your toolbox against the generator in anger.

Standing up, he put his knife away. Despite being furious, he still found you attractive and confident for even trying that with him. It fueled a different urge within him. Oh, he would definitely make you pay. Not from the hooks, of course. He smirked at the idea of it and began to walk off to the other door once he began to calm down.

Y/N, he thought. 

#ghostface #ghostface x reader #danny johnson #jed olsen #jed olsen x reader #danny johnson x reader #dead by daylight fanfic #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dbd x reader

[bananaapplewaffle]

Book Three Part Two: Merchant From the Depths

Girl I done forgot I was sleeping in Leona's room.

GIRL HOW AM I BEING ATTACK BY THE MIRROR WHEN IM NOT EVEN IN THE HOUSE

GIRL HOW DID SHE NOT READ THE BOTTOM PART THAT SAID ALL ETERNITY

ARIEL SAID: JARED, 19

I for-fucking-got about the things on their heads.

Ruggie we are sleeping in.

You can join if you want

ITS BARELY SIX???

MANG GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM

WHAT???

ION GOT MAGIC

Happy y'all are working to improve yourselves tho.

Three Days Remain

AND WE'RE PLAYING MAGISHIFT

Against my will, yes.

DIDN'T REALIZE THIS WAS A TWISTTUNE GOTTA DISCONNECT THE AIRPLAY

OH SHIT ANOTHER ONE IN MAY

Grim we gotta get people for our dorm

OH SHIT

ITS SCHOOL VS SCHOOL

WELL

DIDN'T HAVE TO SAY IT OUT LOUD JACK

Jfc I'm gonna have to teach these kids how to work together

GRIM YOU'LL BE ABLE TO PLAY

I'm glad they're all rooting for Grim in a sense

MOVE ITS BREAKFAST TIME

Leona My Beloved

Shut the fuck up

Nit my fault my idiots got themselves wrapped up in this shit

omg that smile

Leona doesn't need it, he's smart as hell, just doesn't care too much for applying himself.

Mans said "I'm here to pass and gtfo."

Girl I done forgot we wrapped Jack into to this lmao

SAYS THE FUCKING PRINCE

MANG GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE WITH ALL THAT

Fuck it, we're skipping class.

Yeah... you're gonna need the other 2/3s of your collective braincell, Grim...

BITCH NOT THIS MUSCI

WHAT THE FUCK DID LEONA MY BELOVED DO

ponders in fanfic

The Coral Reef is pretty

AH NPCS

MERPEOPLE

GIRL NOT THE FUCKEN TWEELS

Those are called twins, Grim.

JLSADK;SALDKASL;DKLSAD

WASN'T READY FOR THEIR FISH LOOK

...they better have freckles in their human form...

Girl I would be all up in they shit

GIRL GET IN MY MFKEN WAY

BOYS YOU HANDLE THEM

IM GOING TO STEAL

GASP TWEEL SPRITES

GIRL WHY ARE YOU USING ICE UNDERWATER

Chile lemme walk on pass

Welp

TIME TO GO GET MORE INFO

SHIT WE SHOULD HAVE DONE FROM THE START

Bitch

Leona I should smack you

Ruggie you too

Imma be real, the man seems like a problem to everyone involved

might need to handle him if y'all catch my drift

He's helped enough, Grim

and if he say's anything else, he's gonna be talking to these hands

Its tit for tat with you hoes

OH BITCH THEY SCARED

Two Days Remain

SHUT THE FUCK UP, LOUDMOUTH

GIRL NO WAY WE JUST MADE IT IN HERE

BTICH WHERE

THERE'S ONLY ONE DESK AND TWO SMALL COUCHS

oh i guess there was a closet?

Nobody say a fucken word or I swear

Oh god here come Jade's Unique magic...

SHUT THE FUCK UP

He's counting'em like a lil bitch

They did this on purpose

YEAH CUZ Y'ALL WOULDN'T SHUT UP

ON FUCKEN PURPOSE

DON'T TOUCH IT

Y'all are all so dumb

NOT ME DOING IT TOO

WHY DID WE ALL TOUCH IT

I FUCKEN CALLED IT

Fuck

GIRL WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT LAUGH

They really allowed these mfkers in this school

BREAK THAT BITCH

...so all we gotta do is egg on Floyd

My strong suit as an Agent of Chaos

You've thrown Floyd off his groove

Don't bully Jack for his nice build

He looks nice to take a nap on

MALLEUS

What a nice chat

I ain't doing shit my ngga

SAY IT WITH YOUR CHEST GRIM

...steal his wallet

NOT RUGGIE EYEING SHIT TO STEAL FOR HIMSELF

LMAO

MFKEN YONK THEN BITCH

MY SHIT NOW

omg the laugh is back

leona my beloved

And that's it! I was kinda more into the story this time around lol

Part Three should be up pretty soon since it's dropping in like 2 days!

Twisted Ramblings Masterlist

#waffle plays twsted #twisted wonderland

[gottalovelifeya]

So I've read that twice now, and I'm still trying to figure it out, and something I can't figure out is, is there even a chance at all or am I still just being my optimistic self, I think I need to start trying to abandon that idea, becuse as it stands I'm not going to loose my retirement or go to jail becuse than, there's no future with her or just at all period, I'm just trying to not give the impression that I don't want her or I life's great now, but I mean it's literally all on her at this point, and I don't know what all she has going on and honestly for once I don't want to know, but I need a hug, and honestly even if I'm not emotionaly ready for anything serious, I just need someone in my life, like honestly it dosnt even have to be anything serious, just someone to cuddle up on the couch and watch movies, go out to dinner or cook for eachother, go out on little dates, and just have a good with them really. You see my whole thing with it thow, is it wrong to try and seek out or have that with someone, even if there fully aware that you need a shit ton of time to actually build love with them, becuse I've only ever bene aww struck once, and ive bene married once but that was rushed, and there wasn't a foundation to our marriage at all. And I mean after as long as we were together there was love, but it wasn't the kind that is like litterly the for better or worse, no matter what happens will be by each others sides, and a couple months ago she literally just bounced on me because she was done being an adult because we lost 2 houses over the course of a year, first becuse covid(not being able to get a job) and we lost all our worlds possession and I had to put down our 3 cats because 2 of them were disabled, and we couldn't live with the idea of just abandoning them on the side of the road, and just wondering and being worried about there safety and well being.

Then we moved back here so that I could complete all the steps to receive my retirement, and living with my parents was really hard and put alot of strain on our Marriage, becuse she dispised my parents because they wouldnt let us bring our cats here, becuse they have dogs, and so she still blames them for the cats deaths.

And than after 2 months of living with the fam I started reviveing 50% of my benefits and started receiving my GI bill school stypen, so we got a house on 4 acers, and it was awesome not haveing nehbors, but than several months ago I just got realy depressed and down because they started talking about leaving Afghanistan, and than no shit can't even make this up, the house litterly cracks down the middle, and she just says she couldent do this anymore, becuse no matter how much we continustly improved and our lives and standards of living just continueusly kept improving, but she was just done being a adult and disided to move back in with her dad, and maby go to school, I honestly don't even know what she's doing now. We talked resintly but that was only to figure out if we're going to do our divorce threw MS or TX, and what state offers a simpler process.

And now all this happens with the love of my life and it's just kind of like, this is all so recent am I even in the right state of mind to again not jump into a relationship, but I guess prosue just like a female companion, with the intent to you know basically act like we're in a relationship and but with this whole supper long process of realy and truly getting to know eachother.

Because I highly dought I'll ever hear from this chick again, but I swear I'm the most hopfull and confident mother fucker in the world, so it's just like offcourse things will work out eventually because I live here now and forever, so how couldn't it, but yesterday definitely clerified alot of how she feels, and that's were I than go and say,"o ya" does it clarify her feelings for you because you have no idea what was said and happened and you can't even ask now without looseing everything that you said youed get to be with her in the first place.

But I mean with all that said, it's like there's litterly nothing I can do, without again risking my freedom and benefits, and honestly if I hurt her that bad, to get to this point, I'm just not even going to mess with it, ied like to be with her, but that's probably never going to happen.

So than it comes full circle to the original question, am I even emotionally ready to try a procue, any kind of realtonship and any level with anybody, becuse I feel ready, and I'm financially ready, and I actually have like a living situation going for myself, and I'm in school to get a super high paying job working over at stenis makeing 47$ starting and only working a 9-5. Like relationships aside I've litterly never bene doing better with this thing we call life

But with how this whole situation just went down, that has me questioning myself, granted there were alot of complexitys to It and while I didn't have the right to threaten someone else, I feel like theres some justification in getting mad over it. But still i question myself because I talked down to someone who I love and that's not ok.

And than all the stuff with my wife, granted litterly none of it was my fault, theres litterly nothing I could have done to prevent any of it, but I just have this feeling that I let her down and I don't ever want to let someone down that bad, and with that like litterly you can do everything right, and sometimes life just happens and dicides to repedaly fuck you, and so the moral of all that, is, I'm not saying I'm tore up about it, I'm not saying I want her back, she abandoned me, what I'm saying is that was my wife, and I feel like I let her down, like if that makes scene, it's not a regret thing, it's marriage is something that I think should be held really dear and sacred, regardless if it's good or bad, or if you got. Married for the right or wrong reasons. So I'm saying it's like I feel like I failed as a husband, and I failed in the role of being a husband, and again it's not regret and it's not me wishing it didn't happen, I believe in traditional values and, twice over the span of a year we lost the roof over our heads, again not my fault, but I take it personally in a way.

So what's the boild down thots on that, and going out and starting something new, or more specifically slowly working towards that, I don't want to gain someone's trust and than not actually be able to provide, or more or less go threw actuall hardship with someone, and it's because they chose to follow me around there now in a situation, again I didnt actually do anything wrong with any off it, but it's kind of like my deployment in reality I just did my job, and that's that, but I still take surtan parts of it personally

So that and than, just recently I got drunk and talked down to someone I loved, and was really mean, and than put them in a situation that wasn't right, again none of it was right at all, and it was super complex, but regardless I don't like how that ended becuse it ended in fear, and at the end of the day, that's the one thing I always told myself I would never do again with any female, but hey fucking insain shocker it litterly just so happen to be with the same person who originally made me say that to myself.

So it's those 2 things that really have me on the fence, becuse it's like I'm saying I just want some kind of companionship that's more than friends, and a little more serious, but i know that me as a person, emotionaly it will take god knows how long, before Ill be able to actually love them, becuse I'm still trying to re-evaluate what exactly does It mean to love someone, becuse to me it's ride or die, for better or worse, no exceptions, and honestly the biggest factor that will come up is what are there feelings for me, becuse like if they can just be loyal, honestly say the love me, and be there for me and just be enjoyable to be around, thated be enough to earn my love, but now I'm at the point we're it's like, well ied need proof to offer myself fully and truly look them in the eye, and say I'll always be there for you and you can always count on me

And that's the million dollar question, at what point do you actually have proof, at what point can you actually know, becuse like if I'm going to just try this with some random person, like we're do you set the bar, what standard do you hold them to

So like talking to people and actually have a realtionship of sorts is easy to maintain and do. But I'm at the point we're I want the person I die with, spend the rest of my days with. Because picking up chicks, going out, fucken, haveing fun, that's all super easy and has never bene a problem, but actual love, and my idea of what it is, I honestly question if it exists, I've only felt it at it's most real with one person, and with my wife, we knew eachother for 9 days, and it was kind of like hey, "I'm going to be completely honest with you, I relay like your personality and I like you as a person, so do you want to take a shot in the dark, see what happens, get married, so I can move out of the barracks and you can move out of your dad's house", and she said yes, and her only input towerds it was we can't tell our familys tell your out of the army because we barely knew eachother, and we just wanted to keep things simple.

it really was like a friend's moving in together and just living life and and enjoying each other's company and there was love but there was no foundation to our relationship at all, 9 days. That is some army shit right there.

But ya that was really interesting, becuse the whole idea was trile by fire, becuse know we talked about it seriously, and what we were both looking for, and so the idea was you know how, there are sertan things about people that you just don't like but you live with it or accept it because you love them, well that was going to be our thing, just see what happens.

And the whole will wait tell your out of the army thing was because, by that point we'de have actually successed and started a happy life or we'd still just be friends by the end of it, and so wene your In the army they pay for you to get a house, so it was a win win for both of us, and it had the potential to be so much more, so we littrly said fuck it let's see what happens.

So that's that story and background becuse I don't want it so seem like I'm talking shit about her, by saying there's no foundation, it's becuse there litterly wasn't, and wene I say she abandoned me, ya even thow again our standard of living littlerly kept going up, and fast, we went from a 1 bedroom apartment, to a 4 bedroom house, to a 3 bedroom house in 4 acers. Life litterly just beat us into the dirt back to back, and she was just done with being an adult at that point, I guess you can only loose everything so many times before you just give up.

Ok another example, the love of my life, I litterly met her at a party, litterly love at first sight I have never experienced that with anyone else, asked her on a date at school, and we were together after that, like a couple, and that lasted years, granted the foundation came from dating for so long and then we got engaged, so completely different than my marriage

But the moral of that and what I'm trying to say, and trying to explain, is how the hell do you move slow, while having compassion, and I guess properly feel them out, and like actually get to know them as a person and at what point can you genuinely trust them, like at what point is it litterly you can say ok This is the one.

Because with the love, she couldnt leave here family and come to elpaso, at the time I didn't understand that, and sadly I lost my temper over it. And I honestly don't even know what this last attempt was, I'm just going to call It horrible timing, litterly the worst time for me to show up.

And with the wife, we litterly tolk those vows "for better or worse" and wene stuff got worse she left.

So for the wife I could littlerly never take her back because she broke our vows, and with the love I dought shill ever call, or have anything To do with me again, but sadly I dought I could ever actually give up hope that shed call, becuse it's like hey, just like the first time, I didn't understand why she'd have a problem moving all the way to elpaso, this second time now, This was beyond a complicated situation, and just like before I wouldn't hold it against her because, again this was just a all around horrible situation, litterly just wow, and this is the part were I step back and realy have to remember my mind works alot differently and so while it comes off as a open and shut situation to me, and I tried to work with her I really did, but I could never understand any of this from her point of view and the struggles and complexity of how this must have bene from her side.

But getting back on topic, I'm trying to explain this so I can read it all and try and figure it out myself.

Basically, if I start something with someone new, how do you actually get to the point were you can say you fully know them inside and out, have absolute trust, and know in your heart, that there the one, and even at that, would it ever be far to them, becuse I have a idea of what my perfect some is, and it's just this horrible reality with both the first time and second time, and how it ended, nether of those situations were her fault, and becuse of that i can't blame her for eather situation, and as unlikely as it is, that's still what I want.

Again back on topic, with my wife I always had that problem of comparing her to my love, and a prity big chunk of me still wanted her but out of respect for her choice I stayed away, and This go around I'm not worried about the legal ramifications at all, but it's the fact that I got to the point it did, I'll stay away out of respect, becuse the police are a joke and I'm not afraid of them or the possibility of dieing, but if she and the people in her life thot that was the only option they had, than ya, I feel as tho I have agian lost the right to speack to her honestly, and that's the conclusion I came to after I really sat down and thot about the situation, and I just hate it because I'm not a bad, mean, hatefull, or evil. But wene loyalty and truth becomes a problem I don't know why, I litterly can't explain it, but it sets me off, and so know she has the first time she ended it because I questioned her loyalty and lost it wene she called off our marriage, and now this time, again it was overly complicated and I could never understand all her feelings about all of it, and again I lost it, and didnt go about it correctly, I just hope she knows who I am as a person, like I was able to prove that to her over the course of the month and that I really tried my best but everybody has a breaking point and I guess mines a month.

Good dame I keep going on tangents. Ya so I'm not looking for flings or a girlfriend, I've already played those games way to much and had my fill of it, and I just don't want to approach it in a jaded way, or just have unrealistic standards, becuse there's only one love, and she can never be replaced, but maby there's someone different out there that can also be a love, not a replacement but just everything I want and more and, hopefully better, becuse I'm starting to think that looking for a replacement isn't the right way to go about it, like it seems like a toxic mindset or a self defeating prophecy, becuse you can't replace a person everybody's unique, and you can't just find a replacement. And I think I understand that know

So I hate wording it like this, but the hunt isnt for a replacement it's for something better in it's own special way, and I hate wording it like becuse at surface value it sounds like, there could be a better version of her or like there is just someone better, but that's not the case, it's just I need to find someone who's special in there Owen way and not sit there and compare here to my love.

Suppriseingly the dreams stopped and again I don't want it to seem like my interest in her is gone or any less, but that burning need to have her in my life isn't realy there just because, the way things ended this go around and everything that went into it, if she doesn't feel the same, than I mean that's just life at that point, it's a shame we didn't get a chance to rebuild it, but I helped however I could and anyway shed let me, and again I still love her more than anything, but the situation wasnt exactly open and shut, and if things got to a point we're fear is involved, than ya, I wish I could say sorry, but thats not really a option now.

I don't know, I think honestly just sitting here a writing this shirt story I finally put some of the pieces together.

If she ever calls I'll drop whatever I'm doing and give her 100% of me and all I can give, and becuse the odds of that are really low I think, I'm going to try and find someone, and not set any kind of standard based off of past relationships and personality traights that compare to her, or make any comparisons at all to her, this process will take a long time, but I need to find someone who is special in there Owen way, and accept who they are without comparison, not a replacement but just something new, the only expectation, and only thing that is a must, is trust, loyalty, and loves me for me, becuse that's not right and it dosnt make scene to compare someone to a very special person from my past, becuse there's only one love, I've searched high and low, there's not another, so who knows maby one day, but ya I've explained that enough, so ya who would have thot all it would take is a short story to figure out how I should approach the next person

[i-dont-know-nor-care-go-away]

go the frick away if you find this its shit, and you don't want to read It Im not joking just don't, its not for you you touch it I will eat you

Fuck off bitches its a suicidal rant I don't give a flying fish fried fuck if you think my life has more meaning that the american school system, you try to help me i swear i will deate this page bitches i won't joke let me vent in peace i need this tumblr nd if you try to report thsi I'll have to deltete it and I can't and i need this I swear im fine jus t go away

swear to fucking god I'm going to kill myself. if fucken hate my life. every one is a motherfricken cockslot of a homophobe and I hate myself and my own mom can't even love me enoght to not be a shitty person. I hate her and my dad can't fucken care less, and If i get a tatatto I am disowned wft if im gay, you kill me you fucken trump supporter. like you r so fucken rasict and married to a poc wtf is wrong with you. I am so fucken patethic and I can't stop and Im so fucken skinny and still look like shit, and I get so hungry it hurts and my thighs still look thick and I don't want to be gay anymore, I like girls but Its wrong or not? or whats with my gender its wrong its stupid i just hate it, and Im not smart anymore and Im gonna fail because the USA can't work and the country is gonna colaspe in a decade, and I am so sucky at schhol, I can't fucking spell for shit, wtf I can't do anything I should die, Im not gifted anymore I just want out I need out i can't do this wtf is this shit, I hate it im so dumb no ones gonna hit me like my mom is why do I nearly cry everytime someone insluts me and my breasts are too big i don;t like it it should go away i can't look at them, its to bad, I just want out, but I have to be there for lizzy she already self harms and she has it worse and im so stupid for thinking i should die, she is worse than me, i should be better, I can't be there for her, what about my bestie, I swore on the river styx I'd be there for him, and I'd talk to him, but he probably has other mutals and that person that didn't answer my ask and posted about thought I was disrespectful peroably, and they hate the anon now and thats me, they hate me just like my class mates is this a fucken panic attack, I want to call my friend but he has enogh and she has enough and all my friend that are ok don't talk to me and the lights to fuken bright now, god i even fake this shit, im shit, i should die, I know im not adhd, i can't be overloaded with shit like music at a fair or light. and my phone is locked because i need it to smile after my mom yells at me and they say I use it to much but i just want to feel ok again and its locked now god i fucken hate this im shouldn't breath that lud it s dumb its dumb I should die god I want to go home but I am home and its hell, and my mom is chanting angain, and I don't want to be reliogus anymore, I hate it, its not real to me. I just want out but I can't because if I miss school, I get a low grade that gets me a o and I fail the class, and I can;t because its a credit class, and I need it to graduate and I am gifted or some shit and If i mess up I miss my one shot in life, I don't want a life, its too much so many taxes too many lies on the news, everyone hates me, I hate me, I want to die, its so dumb thatI am typing this and trying not to cry I just want out, I don't want an office job, but i want to live and not be homelesss, so I suffer to suffer, i shouldn't even try I want to die I just want to go back to before this started I hate this, I wish my mom would hold me again and not hit me wtf am I crying my mom willf ind out, she'll say Im dramtic or blame me and I'll get hit and my dad willl get mad for casuing a loud fight and my phone will be taken and all me friends will be lost to me and I need thema and its dumb, because they don't want me, they like me because I let them talk all the time, they need me tho because they hace bad thoughts and I can't hold it togther Im going crazy like azula, and my favorite tumblr user ever donsn't like her and she would hate me she hate me she ahtes my type of person she's ace and I love her and she ahtes me and I can't tak to her just follow her like a creep and ima nerd like ym mom said and its dumb and I want out iwant to die I just want to go home Im swear Im not faking I know others ahve it worse but i can;t do it I going crazy I jus t wan it to stop please why can't I even pick up the blabe and cut, I just want out but it hurt when my friend cut i should delte this o post It i don't know its a void no ones there, no ones here

for me I alone and I should I should stop bothering people on tumblr, they don't like me I don;t need to be here, I should die Ishould die ishould die i want to go home this is dumb Im faking it im noyt going crazy i know Im fine i just want out where are you, i just need one person that cares, and I won't ever tellthem or bother them with this crap i just want them to care stop tears, I can't let ym family know they think im weir dt they hate me they hate me I should just leave my own mother regrets my life, then says she loves me I don't know i want outi want to die go away its to loud in ym head so I type like a craxy person and till im bad at that i can't do this I can't even look at the screen please go away just leaveme I want to go home I want to die iwant out plase god its dumb wtf do I even try I will post this because no one will see it and its like leaving a note after my death if someone finds my remains. fuck im so dumb i make my life worse i just want out. o gos i want out now i nedd a new life or no life god i ewant otodie

[andmynewlymeltedheart]

yo. i love how everyone (including canon) has Barry pine after Lup. i LOVE it. I yell about it always. but also like

Lup was pining BIG time

like it definitely starts with her seeing Barry work on some repairs on the Starblaster one day, he’s just doing work and being hot and Lup is just like ���hey Taako i think????? i am a little horny for the nerd” and Taako is like “gross but okay next” and she brushes it off because it’s probably just proximity, right?

and then it turns into a friendship and she’s like “actually I DON’T want to bone down on this nerd because he’s my FRIEND and ONLY my FRIEND” and Taako is like “mmmmhm cool and also dope ;)” and Lup elbows him in the ribs

and then Lup spends more time with Barry and feels this really strong bond with him, this deep emotional connection, and it grows stronger and stronger until one day she looks at him, working on the robot conduit for a spirit who’s finding their ~current bliss~ in shocking the absolute SHIT out of him, and she’s laughing so hard that she can’t see through tears pouring out of her eyes. and she wipes the tears away and her vision clears and...

it’s like she’s seeing him for the first time

like everything around him is a little blurred but he’s in high definition

and he turns and smiles at her sheepishly and she blushes deeply, and though she tries to hide it by pretending to turn her attention to something else she can SWEAR she sees his cheeks go red, too.

And she keeps it to herself for a LONG time because the feeling of being in love with someone who doesn’t know it is so nice and so heartbreaking and so delicious that she doesn’t want to share it just yet. and she’s scared.

but she spends more time with him. and she flirts with him. and he flirts with her too,

she thinks?

but she always doubts herself because “He’s just nice to everyone he’s just being nice right” and Taako slaps his palm to his forehead, because his sister is equally SO brilliant and SO fucken clueless that it’s endearing

and Lup asks Barry to a meal in Tesseralia and the food tastes even better when she’s with him . And Barry cuts his leg after tripping on a tree root and Lup cleans it up and she can swear that even though it looks bad she’d clean up any gross thing on this man if it meant helping him, being near him. and there’s a few cycles where she dies or he dies and on the ones when she’s left without him she wonders if this one will be it, and prays to some god somewhere that it isn’t.

because she hasn’t told him yet. and she has to tell him.

but then they see each other again and, well, that can wait until they’re all settled.

and Lup is terrified.

but still they grow. and they learn. and they become closer.

and they do little things for each other

squash bugs

make snacks

loan books

offer tea

catch glasses as they fall

and it comes to a point where Lup CAN’T keep it to herself anymore, she’s overflowing, she’s BURSTING, and she pushes Taako into his quarters and locks the door and it takes a second for his confusion to wear off but she tells him absolutely EVERYTHING

“I been knew homie but I’m glad you told me”

and she gets a little awkward around Barry now that a set of eyes can see REALLY what’s going on, even if it is just Taako

and Barry notices and asks her if she’s alright and she gets even more awkward because she tries to stay cool, she’s never had to TRY to be cool what the fuck is this GEEK DOING TO HER

but she’s more aware of glancing at Barry when she thinks he isn’t looking

more aware of how much she laughs at his jokes

more aware of how often she says his name

more aware of little touches on his arm or shoulder when she wants his attention

it all feels electric and scary and it’s almost too sweet for Taako to bear but he would never SAY that OUT LOUD so he occasionally makes a gagging face at his sister when they’re being extra cute and she threatens to kill him (siblings are ride or die, y’all, and this time it’s die)

and so much time passes, so many opportunities drift away and she kicks herself and curses the butterflies that have taken up a permanent residence in her stomach

but, finally, they get to the Conservatory. and they hear about what they have to do to get The Light. and not even a moment after Davenport’s debriefing she makes a promise to her brother.

“Here,” Lup states, facing him, a seriousness in her features that she only shows when she really means something

And it takes him a second to get exactly what she means.

“Here?

And she looks at Barry and is unable to fight the smile spreading like wildfire across her face.

“Here.”

And she glances at her brother and winks, and her heart races as she walks toward him, towards Barry: the love of her lives.

Because this year, this cycle, he’s gonna know.

#barry and lup #lup and barry #lup and taako #taako and lup #taz #taz balance #blupjeans #pining #romance #romantic #the adventure zone fanfic #the adventure zone balance #the adventure zone #cw: injury #cw: death #rebloggable #mcelroy brothers #justin mcelroy #clint mcelroy #travis mcelroy #griffin mcelroy #the mcleroy brothers #the mcelroys #mcelroys #lup adventurezone #barry bluejeans #barry j bluejeans #barold j bluejeans #barold

[phobiadeficient]

Holy fuck i just read that ask by "hiatus13", the one with sniper pinning snipes to a wall, and holy fucken shit im in need of a second part, if u wanna of course. Jfc when i learn how to draw better, imma try and draw on of these shortfics cuz holy damn (of course if you'll let me and with full credit, totally okay if u dont want me to) ❤️❤️❤️❤️🐑

dude fuckin Bet. dude do it like Bet

(no warnings)

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They ended up in Sniper’s camper since they were halfway there, and Scout found himself kneeling on a hard, thinly-carpeted floor, watching maybe too intently as Sniper muddled with his belt.

As an afterthought, Sniper reached over and grabbed a pillow and tossed it to the ground, and Scout situated it beneath his knees after a moment’s thought. Then Sniper’s pants were open and being shuffled down his legs, and the front of his shirt rucked up a bit, and Scout was finding out that apparently Sniper didn’t wear underwear even with his uniform which he found ridiculously attractive for reasons he couldn’t even totally articulate.

Sniper had himself in hand, working in idle pumps as Scout got a look at him. And, y’know, locker rooms and all, he’d caught glimpses of pretty much all of the guys by then, but it was way different looking at him straight on and when he was hard and looking right back at Scout.

“Never sucked a bloke off, then?” he asked, as if for clarification.

“Nah, no,” Scout replied, still eyeing him.

Sniper exhaled, halfway to a sigh. “Right. Just...” He thought for a second. “Just keep your teeth out of the way, use your tongue, and try not to choke yourself, awright?”

“Y-yeah, okay,” Scout said, and licked his lips, and leaned in.

Sniper moved his hand away and let Scout take over, taking it by the base and angling up towards his mouth.

And it wasn’t, like, rocket science, he’d gotten sucked off a few times before and knew what he liked and what worked, but he still hesitated for another second or two before he carefully, cautiously, leaned in to lick the head.

Sniper shifted as if relaxing, and Scout considered some stuff. First of all, the nightmare scenario was off the table, the taste wasn’t bad. And of course it wasn’t, Sniper was one of his cleaner teammates, but he was still relieved. Second of all, he wasn’t going to look like a total idiot, because up close like this he knew he’d actually be able to get this a pretty good way into his mouth.

But he pulled out a move he’d had done to him a few times before and warmed up into it, starting with licking and kinda-sloppy kissing, just kinda getting a feel for what he was doing. And he was apparently doing a pretty good job, because Sniper was relaxing further, and at one point made this gravelly kind of humming noise that made Scout feel real damn pleased with himself, a real ego boost that most people would probably argue he didn’t need.

But at the very least, it was enough to convince Scout to lean in that much further and take him into his mouth. And that got another hum, and Scout had to concentrate hard on keeping his teeth out of the way.

And he didn’t know what it was, maybe it was just like, the idea of what he was doing, but there was something about this that made him feel superheated, antsy, maybe even desperate, and he just kinda did what he was pretty sure was the thing he was supposed to do, slowly starting to bob his head, and when that almost immediately got monotonous he started to suck in counterpoint.

And he was like, 90% sure that every time he’d ever had this done to him, they were much less messy about it. He hoped the little noises weren’t too distracting. But it was either make sure he kept his teeth out of the way or not make a bunch of noise, he couldn’t focus on both. He was pretty sure he was doing at least an okay job, though, because Sniper was starting to make more of those raspy growly hums, maybe more like groans, and in his periphery he could see that Sniper was grabbing onto the sheets on either side of his hips pretty hard.

At some point Scout remembered some other stuff people would do to him—he cupped Sniper’s balls and rolled them in his hand, and that got a whole moan, and he tried to take him deeper into his mouth until he felt his gag reflex starting to argue about it, and then he felt Sniper’s hand on the back of his head down near his neck and—

And he realized, okay, maybe he could get into this. Or maybe he already was. Because he was starting to get pretty hard, actually. Like, distractingly hard.

And he dipped too far at one point and gagged outright, and pulled up to cough, his eyes watering, and fuck, okay, that was that lesson learned. And Sniper exhaled hard, his grip going a little tight, but rather than complaining he managed a throaty sort of “You awright?”

Scout waved him off, still coughing a little, and god his face had to be red, he felt like he was burning up. “I’m fine, just... fuck.” He cleared his throat hard, blinking a few times. “Sorry.”

“Getting off on this, then?” Sniper asked, and Scout glanced back up, and Sniper was looking down at Scout’s lap, and, okay, so he was caught. He flushed further. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, you know. It happens.”

“Yeah? What, happens when you’re blowin’ dudes too?” Scout asked, trying to look a little less flustered.

“Sometimes,” Sniper shrugged, and Scout started coughing again. “Don’t tell me you’re going to try and act like a prude when you’re currently on your bloody knees.”

“Just—just shut up,” Scout mumbled, and leaned in to set back to work with a vengeance. Sniper did indeed shut up.

Scout didn’t want to choke again, so he gripped around what all he couldn’t get in his mouth, trying to remember to pump and squeeze between bobbing his head and sucking. And Sniper’s hand migrated a little ways up his head to card into his hair, and it was all the easier to work Sniper up into where he was making actual noise.

“Close,” Sniper warned, voice a little breathless in a way that made Scout absolutely throb. “If you’re—gonna pull off—“

Scout didn’t, mostly because he was curious. And a few moments later Sniper swore hard, and then he had a mouthful of—

Okay, so every porn he’d ever seen was made by liars. The taste wasn’t good. He wasn’t gonna like, throw up, but definitely gross. He fumbled off to one side for the trash can and spat into it as quick as he could, twice for good measure.

“Not bad,” Sniper said, well out of breath. When Scout looked back over, he was settling his pants back into place. “Bit sloppy, but being new and all, I’ll give it a pass.”

“Hell yeah,” Scout said, unreasonably proud of himself, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

Sniper moved to pull him up to sit on his lap, and Scout went along with it with little hesitation. Then Sniper was popping his pants open and Scout was leaning in with greater enthusiasm.

“Sure seems like you enjoyed yourself,” Sniper teased, and Scout flushed. “See that being something you’d, er... want to learn more of?”

“Yeah!” Scout chirped, and then Sniper’s hand was in his pants, and he jolted a little. “F-fuck, uh, I mean y-you don’t have to do that you already kinda—got me off once—“

“What if I want to?” Sniper asked, raising an eyebrow at him, and Scout stuttered about that for a little longer until Sniper apparently got impatient and turned them to lay Scout down on the bed, pulling his pants out of the way enough to—

“Holyfuckingshit!” Scout yipped as Sniper bent down and swallowed down like half of him in one go, settling into a damn near expert rhythm within a few seconds, and fuck, okay, he already got Sniper off so it really shouldn’t matter but he was pretty sure if he came within a minute and a half of Sniper starting to suck him off he would literally have to go into witness protection he would be so embarrassed but on the other hand Sniper was sucking his dick and that was an idea so hot he could never even jack off about it.

So he curled his hands into fists on either side of his own head where he was gripping at the sheets and he squeezed his eyes shut hard and he choked down noises and he held out for as long as he could. And it felt like a marathon, like pushing a few extra miles at a dead sprint, the effort making him jittery and half-convinced he was going to pull a muscle somewhere, but he held out as long as he could force himself to before he finished, swearing a blue streak the whole way down.

His head was fuzzy and fizzy when he came back down to earth again, and his tongue felt heavy, and Sniper was lying beside him, smoking and blowing out the window on the exhale. And he was feeling so goddamn pleased with himself that he found himself vocalizing the first coherent sentence he could get his head around.

“Hey,” he said. “Maybe next time you walk me through what like, actual fucking is like.”

Sniper raised an eyebrow at him. “...It’d be you on bottom for the first time of that,” he said slowly.

“Think I’ll be a natural at that too?” Scout teased.

“...Maybe,” Sniper said, looking slightly more amused at his antics than before, and Scout relaxed, sank back down to try and get his brain together, and maybe eventually to get his pants back up.

#//sniperscout #//teasing

[azrcxlfatale]

under the cut you’ll find saint’s intro, its just a brief run down for now until i get bio pages up but it should help get a sense of the boyo all the same !! he is gentle and friend shaped is all i can say ajjdfg. THIS HAS NOW BEEN UPDATED WITH LIKE FIVE EXTRA LIL MORE CURRENT HEADCANONS! [ they r just like for his own growth nothing major has happened with saint and he’s still fundamentally the same as he was bc he’s always been a more laidback and less tragic muse but feel free to read em bc they do help contextualise how he’ll be career wise and with grandmami] : 

   CHWE SAINT: 

so for the best part of his life saint was raised with his ‘grandmami’ as he terms her, but she’s better known to the whole island as ajumma solmi. for this reason he’s very doting toward her and a real grandma’s boy. he bakes with her often and they can often be found on street corners selling cheap priced but some of the finest flowers to the citizens because it’s grandmami’s tradition and its mostly done in hope to uplift the islanders and bring joy to their day in a small way and act of love. 

when i say doting i mean doTInG, he will help her in and out of chairs, help her cross streets, hold the groceries for her as she crosses, open doors for her even if grandmami insists he stops fussing because ffs saint ur making me look ancient and i’ll have u know i am still fighting fit and could knock any idiot on his ass with a fliCk of my finger. ajdhf. she is v fiery, if saint is like the picture of elegance and good manners then grandmami is the sTARK contrast. she has one hell of a potty mouth and just a no time for ur shit attitude. if anything saint is keeping her in line, not the other way around. 

his quirk is warp gate. he rlly just uses it to entertain himself mostly and help give his pals quick escapes when a prank of some sort has gone wrong. he can basically create portals out of a dark fog which can either be emitted through his breath or openings at the end of his fingers which he can activate, anyone can also use his portals to travel so long as he’s given them permission.

he just exudes sunshine rlly. is well known round the island for his out of this world smile which has been known to charm many. he is a very eligible and sought after bachelor but saint is like...not interested mostly bc he just like has no romantic awareness ahdhfhf not bc he doesn’t want it. and also bc he doesn’t like the way it’s mostly super young girls and guys just like awestruck by him. it feels a little too much like he’s a collective childhood crush by his groupies so yeah he is OBLIVIOUS. 

very humble and incredibly polite. just really down to earth whenever spoken to but being raised by an elderly person kinda makes u a little outdated, for this reason saint is kind of demure and bad at conversation mostly due to the fact he can easily talk for hours about his plans for baking with grandmami later, the book he read her this morning, the lovely walk they took in that gorgeous spot which he rlly recommends etc but he is god awful at talking about like typical young people stuff. 

lot of ppl think he plays hard to get, this is not true, saint just fr does not know how to fuckin speak and is the most oblivious person in the world to how to flirt, he’s easily flustered but bad at knowing when he’s being flirted with or if this person is just rlly nice and is usually too shy and respectful to rlly push luck by flirting in response hfhfjkg. USELESS. 

very 70′s/80′s aesthetic bby boy, sweet summer child. he is obsessed with old classic black and white films, had a collection before he moved to the island which he misses like everyday but luckily he has memorised ten million quotes. also collected records. obsessed with anything retro, is a collector of gaming merch. but he didn’t get to sneak much to the island :-( the only thing he rlly snuck was a small record stash. liked roller skating, bowling, drive in movies. dresses very retro but refined and classy with lots of layering. rlly good knowledge of classic literature. 

most likely to find him at the arcade in the funzone now on the island, he is a master at all the games but esp the old retro ones, usually goes early morning or late evening so he can spend hours uninterrupted on them and beat his high score everyday a bit more. if not there then he’ll be at zen’s computer gaming instead. he likes all tech really but prefers retro, he’s still figuring out modern. before coming to the island he was rlly getting into VR. if he’s not in either of these places, he’ll be on the beach in a volleyball match or doing a jog. still v much into his sports. 

ultimate sike power cause people think he looks like ur typical jock fuckboy but jokes on u he is pure of heart and dumb of ass himbo just blessed with ethereal looks, he is the breed of good lil boyo and that is all. 

obsessed with milkshakes and popcorn at the diners if he’s ever there u can guarantee that is what he is snacking on or treating himself to. his weakness is churros he fucken thinks that shit SLAPS. he’ll do anything if the prize is churros.  sMH someone help his diet. also loves fiddling with the jukeboxes there ajdjd. 

has two pet geckos one is peach colored and called zelda, the other is black and white leopard spotted and named zeus and he also has a chonk of a fluffy grumpy white cat called yoshi. he is the best. saint is a huge animal lover but probably still not on nyx’s level of dog worshipper. 

weeb. not as big of a one as nyx but he likes haikyuu, kuroko no basket, given, fruits basket, free! and yuri! on ice. he is very into anything that is slice of life or sports anime. 

has the nickname ‘koda’ bc of the movie brother bear, nicknamed after the lil baby bear cause he just reminds people of a baby bear ahdhd. 

he studies art, spends half his life in the studio working, big art nerd. once he gets in the work mode, he just does not stop for anything but water and snacks and goes at it all day into half the night. usually does big projects bc he loves a challenge. mostly paints, sometimes sketches. u know those vids of people mixing paint colors like a swatch of gold and turquoise? saint fuckin loves those so bad unf he does that all the time to calm himself. 

still lives with grandmami currently, he’s looking at getting his own place bc everyone tells him if he ever wants to have his own life then he needs to but he’s just v anxious about leaving grandmami on her own bc she getting older by the day and she’s all he has sO she cannot get hurt!! 

also in a bit of a dilemma with his art bc he kinda wants to make something out of it, like maybe teach some classes sort of thing and use it more as a career but right now he does not have the confidence in his ability and is mostly just doing it for fun and as a calming thing ( he’s an idiot he’s rlly fucken good pls someone make him take himself seriously )

never cusses but does say bitchin a lot, only ever uses fuck in bed basically so if u ever hear him say it then u know something next level has gone down bc saint refuses to swear even if he stubbed his pinky toe.

looks like a cinnamon roll but HE FUCKS!! boy is a kinky freak however saint has no shame or embarrassment like he will discuss it as casually as a discussion of what to have for dinner not bc he is like lewd but purely bc to him its rlly natural and like another form of art and he does not get the embarrassment or secret nature of it all like it is just factual to him that we come into the world like that and ppl enjoy it sometimes ajsj. 

gardening enthusiast!! has a fascination with studying plants and insects tbfh. still uses 70′s and 80′s kewl kid slang like unironically someone help him pls. sjjdjf. cute bonus fact: has freckles all over his shoulders and down his back. UWU. 

COUPLE OF CONNECTION IDEAS OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD??: 

i would love for him to have a muse for art and/or to be someone’s muse. also and maybe interchangeably someone to kinda be his art mentor and be like saint u could pursue this fr if thats ur dream, then do it pls share this talent dont let ART DIE!!

someone he does gardening and insect studies with who gets his nerdy enthusiasm over it. 

a regular who gets flowers from him and grandmami, maybe he makes a special bouquet for them every day which always has a different meaning in the flower language bc he is soft like that ajjfl

someone who he can take on loads of cute lil platonic diner dinner dates bc he is a huge foodie as we can tell. this one is super fun like I imagine they scam tf outta restaurants that are over priced and for the elite by being like we all kno married couples or people getting engaged, celebrating anniversaries etc tend to get better deals on their meals. so he’s essentially doing this one bc he likes ur muses company and enthusiasm for food but also bc it means cheaper high quality meals for both and a guaranteed good time.

someone to nerd out with him over classic literature or films bc that would be hella cute

maybe someone who is also close with his grandmami and rlly loves spending time with her as well so he kinda trusts them to take care of her and trusts their judgement when they r like saint chill let the lady live okay go and do ur own shit akskf

he usually jogs alone but it would be cool for him to have someone to do that with and like table-tennis and shiz cause he just loves fitness activities and active leisure stuff too. 

maybe someone who is tryna teach him a little more about how to uH TALK LIKE SOMEONE HIS DAMN AGE AND STOP BEING SOME RETRO MAN STUCK IN MODERN TIMES AJDJD

UPDATES:

so a lot about saint hasn’t overly changed because like he just is and has always been a very wholesome laidback boyo but just a few bits of like additional info for his personal growth can be added:

he’s owner and manager of the florist now, grandmami is also there most of the time and handles a lot of stuff when she’s feeling up to it but with her getting more tired more easily from her illness saint needs to head everything really.

he grew up in a neighbourhood on hosu which like consisted of his entire street pretty much being full of his aunts and uncles so now like it’s a street just littered with all his tiny cousins who like to follow him about everywhere and play ball games etc on the street with him and kinda take it over shs. you can hear their joyful playing from like streets over it’s very cute.

his mother gave him up when she realised she was pregnant with him and too young to raise him and that it would hinder her from pursuing the life she wanted with his father. saint doesn’t hold any resentment for her choice, it only bothers him that his grandma has always had a serious illness since the early days of talks of her having no choice but to take him on and that despite this his mother allowed him to be left to her care and another burden on her when she was already so ill.

grandmami is now at a point where she’s hanging in there but she won’t have long left and saint is essentially now her live in carer till her final days which is hard af for him but he refuses to let it show. he’s not sure how he’ll function when he loses her. right now he’s trying to extend the florist business into a wellness one as well and more of an apothecary so he can keep himself stable and busy.

this is more just a cute fun fact but he’s a Christmas Eve baby. uwu lil boyo was born on the night before Christmas bc of course he was sdjdj.

#quirks:intro #listen saint just makes me think of that fucken scott mccall meme #WHERE R U GETTIN UR JUICE SAINT??!! #HIM INCREDIBLY CONFUSED: MY GRANDMAMI DOES ALL THE GROCERY SHOPPING??? #SDJFJKF

[minimin1993]

S/M 48

Warning: SMUT!!! 18+...

“ALEX RUSSO ,JOE RUSSO, KEVIN FEIGE! HOW CAN YOU GUYS DO STEVE ROGERS LIKE THAT??? I UNDERSTAND HE DOES BACK TO HAVE HIS HAPPY ENDING WITH PEGGY BUT HOW CAN HE JUST UP AND LEAVES HIS BEST FRIEND BUCKY AND LINDA LIKE THAT. OMG!!! IM DYING!!! AND IT'S GOING TO BE ON YOUR CONSCIENCES. AND NATASHA HOW CAN YOU DO HER SO DIRTY!!!” Min rants after they wrapped up filming making them laugh at her.

“To be honest Min, we were debating on killing Tony off too but we decided on a different route.” Kevin said making Min stare at him with wide eyes shocked at what he just said. 

“NOOOO!!! OMG IF YOU DID THAT I WOULD CRY A STORM.” Min imagines that ending instead in cringes. “Ok princess breathe. I think that's enough ranting for the day.” Sebastian said calming her down.

“But!! But!!” 

“No buts, now go clean up.” He said effectively shutting her up while the cast and crew stare at the pair in amusement.

“Fine. You have not heard the last of me.” Min said wiping her tears walking out the studio mumbling with a chuckling Sebastian behind her. “And this isn’t even the movie and I already want to cry my eyes out.”

“I am still surprised those 2 has not gotten together.” Alex said to Joe and Kevin who just shakes their head. 

“When I originally cast her I knew she was an instant match to Sebastian. So it's only a matter of time when those 2 gets together, or announce to the world they have been secretly together.” Kevin smirks. “My bets on the second.”

“Oh yeah huh, they both been ‘single’ for what 2 years?” Joe questions.

“Yup oh those 2 are slick.” Alex said realizing it now.

“Hey they keep the fans going with BuckLin.” Kevin shrugs.

“True that.” 

By the time Min got back to her apartment she was still grumbling under her breath. 

“Princess come here.” Sebastian said entering the apartment but Min plopped on the sofa pouting crossing her arms. 

“Are you really that disappointed?” Sebastian asked sitting next to her wanting to laugh at her childish antics. 

“Yes!!! How can Steve Rogers do that? Just leave his family and friends for PUSSY!!! I swear her pussy better be some bomb ass pussy for him to leave his 2 best friends like that.” Min grumbled this time Sebastian couldn’t hold his laughter in and started to laugh at her. “Don’t laugh, this is some serious shit. I understand bomb pussy but come on.”

“All this talk about pussy is making crave some pussy now.” He teased her. 

“Nope, too pouty to be horny right now.Plus you just got some this morning.”

“Oh I didn’t mean it like that.” He said kneeling in front of her smirking pulling her to the edge of the couch, starting to work on pulling her pants off. 

“Wait.. I am all sweaty from set today.” 

“And that's going to stop me?” He winks at her pulling off her pants not finding underwear slowly rubbing her clit with his thumb. “Mmhmm I love how you go commando under your uniforms.”

“It's the only way for my suit not to show any panties lines.” She said containing her moans. 

“Don’t hold back those sounds, you know I live for those.” Sebastian close his eyes inhaling her musk groaning until he looks up at her with lustful eyes before attaching his mouth to her clit. 

“Fuck..” She moans arching her back gripping on the sofa; Sebastan grabs hold of her hands bringing it to his head going back to work gently sucking on her clit. He moans into her while she grinds herself on his mouth only to reward her with inserting 2 of his fingers into her tight cunt pacing it in a way he knows will bring her to climax.

“Yes Sebastian… Fuckk…” She was unable to control her moans pulling him deeper into her cunt. “Stop… I am going to cum and I want to cum with you inside me.” Min said wanting him to stop but he just moans loudly shaking his head at her thrusting his fingers faster into her.

“Baby… Shit… I am going to cum.” She said cumming hard, Sebastian removes his fingers gripping her thighs holding her into place slurping up all her essences. Once she came down from her high he stopped, placing loving kisses on her thighs watching her sated face.  “Feeling better?” Sebastian with a smug look on his face. 

“You naughty boy.” She pants, trying to calm down her rapidly beating heart. 

“I’m only naughty for you babygirl.” He said wiping his face. “Now let's go shower real quick.” “Wait what about you?” She asked confused when he carried her to the shower.

“I can wait, I know you're tired.” He puts her on the counter turning on the shower. Once they both stripped fully they stepped under the water moaning at the feeling of relaxation when the water hit their body. 

“Baby you are so hard.” Min said finally got a glimpse of his rock solid cock.

“I am but I can’t help it when I am with you.” Sebastian said washing his body off when he feels Min hands gripping his cock stroking it slowly.

“You know I just remember since you gotta eat already, I think it's my turn.” She said sinking down to her knees winking at him. “You must be dying to release my master.” She places kisses from his navel following his happy trail leading to his cock leaking pre-cum. “Can I please make you feel good master?” She asks staring at his lustful eyes. “Make your master feel good babygirl.” 

That was all the permission she needed for her to take his almost purple tip into her mouth sucking just the way he likes it. “God dam, you look so fucken beautiful on your knees mouth full of my cock.” Sebastian said gripping her hair into a makeshift ponytail. “Your going to let me use your mouth as my personal toy babygirl? Can you do that for me?” He asked moaning when she hums around his cock placing both her hands behind her back waiting for him. He growls at her sign of submitting and began to thrust into her mouth, she slowly relaxes her throat for him until he was able to bury his entire cock down her throat moaning loudly. “Fuck me, you take my cock so well babygirl. No one can take my entire cock like you can.” He said holding her face close to his pelvic loving the feeling of her throat trying to swallow him, her eyes practically rolling to the back of her head, purposely choking herself on him knowing she was giving him immense pleasure. “I’m gonna fuck your pretty little mouth now.” He told her before he absurdly starts to pound into her mouth knowing it was relaxed enough for him. “I’m ganna cum so fucken hard doll.” Sebastian head rolled back onto the wall behind him unable to thrust anymore, Min gripped onto his thighs and began bobbing her head up and down his cock sucking hard until he came right into her waiting mouth. He was barely able to keep his eyes open staring at her swallow everything letting his cock go with a pop before showing him her empty mouth. 

“God damn how I fucken love you.” Sebastian yanked her up smashing his lips onto her kissing her passionately moaning tasting himself on her tongue, after he couldn’t take it anymore, he turns her around facing the wall bending her slightly for him. 

“Brace yourself baby girl, this is going to be hard and fast.” Sebastian said rubbing his rehardening cock on her slit until he pushed himself into her puckered hole hearing her gasp. “Oh did I forget to mention it was in your ass tonight?” Sebastian said smugly burying himself into her ass as she moans loudly. Min braces herself on the wall trying to grab hold of anything when Sebastian grabbed both her arms behind her back using it as an anchor for him to brutally pounded into her ass.

“Yess, fuck yess… Tear me apart Sebastian, let me feel you for weeks.” She moans pushing herself back on him until he wraps his hand around her neck pulling her to his chest.

“Oh trust me, not only are you going to be feeling me for weeks. You might not even be able to sit down down for a while.” He growls into her ears pounding harder into her clenching ass. “Thats it, keep doing that babygirl, I am going to cum deep into your fucken ass. Do you want that?”

“Yes I want that so bad.” She said her eyes rolling to the back of her head when he squeezes her neck a little harder.

“Then tell me who do you belong to?” He said reaching his other hand down to her clit rubbing furiously for her to cum with him. 

“To you Sebastian Stan, heart, body, mind, and my fucken soul.” She answers turning her head slightly to look into his eyes before he cums deep into her holding her convulsing body close to him while he eases her down her high. 

“You mean that?” He pants after a few seconds.

“I mean that.” She pants back.

“Good, cause I belong to you too, heart, body, mind, and my fucken soul.” He said kissing her temple. “Now let's get cleaned up so we can head to bed.”

“I love you Sebastian.” 

“I love you too Min.”  

#bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #sebastian stan #steve rogers #sebastian x reader #the first avenger #originl character #chris evans #original character #winter solider x you #winter soldier #infinity war #captain america #endgame #avengers #marvel

[bananaapplewaffle]

Another Batch of Vignettes [2 of 5] [Savanaclaw]

Y’all know the drill

I'm Being Rude | Leona - Uniform

Leona My Beloved what are you doing

Ah, not waiting to be bothered

Okay Leona but what if you got prettied up just be prettied up

A WHAT

COMMON WHAT

VIL YOU'RE SAYING THAT SHIT WITH YOUR WHOLE CHEST LIKE LEONA ISN'T A KING

HIS NAME IS LEONA KINGSCHOLAR FOR A REASON

VIL SHUT THE FUCK UP

LEONA BEAT HIS ASS

SMILING AND SHIT

DO YOU WANNA CATCH HIS PAWS

BOUT TO HAVE ME OUT HERE LIKE ASHELY KATCHADORIAN BUT WATCH ME ACTUALLY WATCHING THAT DOOR

GASLIGHT HIS ASS

LISTEN LISTEN

Vil, you kinda right. He kinda does only have a pretty face and a shitty attitude

BUT HE'S MY PRETTY FACE AND SHITTY ATTITUDE BELOVED SO NO MEAN

Um, Vil, Leona aint that. He worked for what he's got.

ME

Just My Tail | Leona - PE Uniform

:)

Yeah, I'm gonna need someone to pull a Chowder on the sun.

Leona, you just went from not giving a fuck to picking on the old and sickly.

Tryna act up cuz the Sun caught Lila lacking.

Girl help what are they saying

Nah let'em box

Trey this is literally the funniest shit

TREY OUT HERE THE REF AND COMMENTATOR

Okay but watching their sprites move is the goofiest shit

OOP ROOK JOINS THE COMMENTATIN' FRAY

CHILE LILIA GOT THE BALL

WHOLE SCREEN SHAKING

HIS EYES

His eyes...

looks away

THE GIRLIES ARE FIGHTING

AYE Y'ALL BETTER CHILL OUT BEFORE Y'ALL KICK EACH OTHER

Y'all should kick each other

Okay this transitions are way too aggressive

They should have them box forreal

Quit Kickin' and Screamin' (Part One) | Leona - Labwear

GRIM??

EPEL???

ME???

Mang, all Rook do is lie, shot and speak french

Grim no! You don't have thumbs!

LEONA MY BELOVED

DON'T BULLY GRIM LIKE THAT HE'S TRYING HIS BEST HE'LL GET TALLER ONE DAY

...Grim I swear to god

YOU BETTER LICK IT UP BITCH

YA DONE FUCKED UP SO BAD EPEL'S COUNTRY ACCENT DONE GONE AND CAME OUT

NAH NAH EPEL IN THIS SHIT TOO, LEONA

Epel, it's okay. You can be country 'round me.

NAH NAH GRAB HIM

OH? YOU STOP AT THE MENTION OF ROOK DO YOU?

LISTEN

EVEN LEONA IS LIKE

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE SAYING"

RECKON

LEONA MY BELOVED PLEASE DO NOT MANDLE ME

at least not in the open halls omg scandalous

OH HE'S LIFTIN'EM

PICK ME UP TOO

YES

PICK ME UP RN

Quit Kickin' and Screamin' (Part Two) | Leona - Labwear

omfg look at his claws fuck me

I like Epel's shoes lol

Also Grim baby, stfu you got us into this :)

I ain't doing shit, Grim.

NOT HIM DROPPING EPEL LIKE THAT

MANG PICK ME UP INSTEAD

GIRL NOT THEM COMMENTING ON THE FACT THAT HE RANDOMLY CHANGED INTO HIS LABWEAR

He said: "I snapped my fingers and that shit was there."

Ah look at Leona doing something nice

Nevermind

Grim.

I'm really gonna have to teach you when to shut the fuck up.

"Damn, you said that shit with your whole chest."

Umm chile "you guys" who???

WHAT A FUCKEN KING

"You drink it, you piece of shit!"

And then we spent the rest of the hour with Leona.

You're Dreamin' (Part One) | Leona - Ceremonial Robes

Leona in his Ceremonial Robes my beloved

Silver! Take your sleepyass home

Eye- Silver what?

Silver out here reading in between the lines

"Well, yeah they fight, but as friends, right?"

Silence

"Right??"

LISTEN LSITEN KALIM HE

...nah y'all right not much going on up there

Silver please

Leona my lying beloved

HEARTLESS

DID SOMEONE SAY HEARTLESS

shoves fic idea away

nap time besties

You're Dreamin' (Part Two) | Leona - Ceremonial Robes

aaannnd we're back!

Oo he big glaring

Not Ruggie being like: "THE SUNSET SAVANNA ROYAL FAMILY?"

Ruggie the beloved grandchild

:)))))))))))))))))))))

"extra nice to la ladies"

HE DRINKS HIS RESEPCT WOMAN JUICE

WAS RAISED ON THAT SHIT

Let us see the woman of Savanna

I want to see their muscles

I want them to pic me up

LOOK AT HIS EARS AAAAAAAAAAA

wait a

IS THAT A LUCLY FUCKEN EMBLEM

KASLMJASKLJDSLJDSAKLJDSLJ

MALLEUS' HOOD

ON MY LEONA BELOVED

MORE LIKELY THAN YOU'D THINK

Yeah Malleus do give off head empty vibes

mang why do y'all got these hats

IS THAT ANOTHER LUCKY EMBLEM

A HEART-TO-HEART

I love how Silver slips up and calls Lilia father

(and the conclusion will be found in Malleus Ceremonial Robes Part 2! See y'all in a month LMAO)

Caught Red-Handed! | Jack - Uniform

Oh shit hea sniffin'

Nah nah, abort abort Jack. It ain't worth it!

(I don't really know just yet tho... Chapter 3 Part 1 did just drop...)

NOT ALL BRING AN NONDESCRIPT BREIFCASE TO THE DINING HALL

LETS FUCKEN GO

THROW SOME HANDS

...oops

Nah that can't be no beauty lotion if it fucken stinks

ain't nobody about to put that shit on

EPEL!

I love when Epel loses his cool.

Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you wanna go apeshit, Epel?

GIRL NOT THE ONIONS IN THE COAT POCKET

WHY ALL THE ONIONS

MANG IF YOU DON'T CARRY SOME DAMN SEASONING THEN

And thus, a friendship bloomed

all thanks to some damn onions

Grammy Doesn't Need Fancy | Ruggie - Uniform

Girl what? Soup as a midnight snack?

JADE WHAT THE FUCK

I would say I'm surprised that we're all awake at the ass crack of night but it be like that tbh

Oh no

WHY WOULD YOU JUST LEAVE THAT SHIT OUT

GIRL IF ITS OUT IN THE OPEN, ITS GOOD FOR THE TAKING

30 RECPIES????

CHEF RUGGIE

Man I love adding cheese to my eggs.

GRAMMY?? AAAA

FINGER-LICKIN' GOOD????

I AM LEAVING THIS PLANE OF EXISTANCE

Lower! | Ruggie - PE Uniform

Oh god, its Sleepy Silver.

Lilia my beloved...

COINKIDINK???

Don't you dare, Ruggie. He is sleepy enough.

$7 FOR A DRINK????

OOP

omg Silver is deadass falling asleep on my screen

SILVER SHUSH

WHEN HAGGLING NEVER BRING UP THE ACTUAL PRICE

$6.50???

$6???? THAT'S ONLY A DOLLAR OFF

AT LEAST $4 DAMN

Damn, he got it for $3.50

But the trade off was a lot better for Sam tho

3 for $7 damn Ruggie

What I Went Through (Part One) | Ruggie - Labwear

Leona's room my second home

Okay nah, Leona pick up after yourself.

Nah, Ruggie tell him off forreal

What's he gonna do? Growl?

Periodt expensive everything to Leona's account.

His money is your money at this point.

Also we are always at Sam's shop lol

TREY YOU BITCH

Oh my good no...

Mew Meow! (Part One) | Ruggie - Dorm Uniform

TREY YOU BITCH

YOU LITTLE SNEAK

Fucking

"Not pink, not green, not aquamarine." SHUT UP

Got scared for a second, thought I was gonna have to do some Twsitunin'

WHO LET RUGGIE WALK OUT THE HOUSE LOOKIN LIKE THAT

not leona following the sun like a fucking cat

I can't say much tho because when the sun hits just right

LAUNDRY SAUCE??????

NOT LEONA JUST THROWING HIS WALLET

BITCH TOSS IT AT ME

Bitch he's that stacked?

Damn making me feel like a gold digger...

Mew Meow! (Part Two) | Ruggie - Dorm Uniform

LEONA MY BELOVED

WELL- don't call Ruggie out like that when you got all that damn money

Y'all are sneaky sneaky

Y'ALL NEED TO STOP TALKING ABOUT PEOPLE LIKE THAT WONT JUST POP UP

oh he is speaking the way of the rats

RATS RATS WE'RE THE RATS

oh that was quick lol

Mew Meow! (Part Three) | Ruggie - Dorm Uniform

LEONA WITH THE BACKHANDED COMPLIMENT (STEEL CHAIR)

Leona, don't say get some help like you're gonna help.

Yeah that's what I thought.

aww Ruggie! You'll be a leader one day!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING AT MY HOUSE

oh thank god its just Lucifer

(I'm not fucken calling him Lucius)

on meorw?

OH SHIT WE FINNA GATHER MORE PUSSY

LEONA MY BELOVED IN THE DISTANCE

Ruggie my bilingual beloved

Nooo what did they say at the end?

Ramblings Masterlist

#waffle plays twsted #twst #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #vil shoenheit #lilia vanrouge #trey clover #rook hunt #epel felmier #grim #jade leech #malleus draconia

[samsterham]

The Fuckening, Entry # 1

Despite the novel covid-19 being around for a pretty hot minute now, I have only been self-quarantined about 6 days. There have been several confirmed cases in my county, and today the county had it’s first death.

If it’s not apparent by the title, I’ve decided to officially from here on out refer to this entire debacle as The Fuckening. I will swear. A lot. 

I figure it might be somehow lucrative to record my experiences throughout the pandemic, at least as it is pertinent to my country & area. Aside from broader, more public events, it might be interesting to someday look back on my day to day & how we dealt & felt & what we did. I should have been keeping a diary of my life anyway & had intended to despite never making it a priority. Now is as good a time as any.

Anyhow, I anticipate this being a rather disjointed project, variable in moods, topics, formats, etc. & rife with grammatical errors. I haven’t decided how revealing of my identity & location I would like to be, I suppose that’s something I’ll decide as I go. All I’ll reveal for the moment is I live in the U.S. in Pennsylvania.

Recapping what I can right now:

I’m in about day 6 of self-quarantine. All schools have cancelled regular classes and have gone exclusively online, as has happened pretty much everywhere else. My community college also followed suit along with probably every college & university at this point. I’ve had a little over a week off for faculty & staff to prepare for the shift. Class resumes this upcoming wednesday online for the rest of the semester. Curious to how they’re going to structure & grade our biology lab credits. 

Bars & restaurants have been state-mandated to shut down except for take-out. Now the liquor stores have shut down as well. Somehow the beer distributor down the street is still open however...

Me & K (boyfriend) haven’t gone nuts with preparations, but we did have 1 significant shopping trip before the state officially began recommending social distancing. We got enough non-perishables for several weeks. We’ve made a couple mini trips for things like milk & fresh veggies. 

I also have a few immunocompromised friends who I’ve gone shopping for. I expect to continue doing so as needed. One such friend has a bitch of a rare disease which is frankly on the verge of killing her if she sneezes or coughs too hard. There is so, so much more to it than that, than I dare go into here for privacy reasons but I have spent the last month as one of her actual medical advocates. She is partly the reason I would like to focus my education and eventual clinical research on rare diseases such as hers. Anyhow, despite it being flat out unsafe, she was discharged from the hospital yesterday as my city prepares to get slammed with covid-19 cases.

Both my cats got a stomach bug just 2 days into self-quarantine. It began with Crowley puking, then what looked like bloody emesis & trip to the emergency vet. Sent home with stomach meds & instructions for supportive care before jumping into more than basic testing. He was fine within 36 hours, just in time for Aziraphale to become a little vom-bomb. This lasted for 3 days, with many debates as to when we should finally get her poor little fuzz butt medical attention. She thankfully healed on her own, just as I was about to break down & take her to the vet.

Not to make light of the fact that they were sick, but Zira’s throw-up noise is THE FUNNIEST sound I’ve ever heard in my life. It begins with that usual choppy but also deep guttural *hork hork hork* followed by a very abrupt & very loud  scream “rrRAAHH!” as things made their way up & out. I couldn’t help but kinda lose my shit as I pet her & cleaned up the mess. I’m probably going to hell for this.

Me & K have enjoyed spending more time together during quarantine. We have only had 3 friends over since, all being of our regular weekly crew of Sarah, Greg, & Amanda, & all of who are otherwise self-quarantined. Sarah & Amanda came over last Saturday, Sarah made “Quarantinis,” a goddamn delicious cocktail of vodka, lemon, honey, & crystalized ginger. Us girls & K got quaran-trashed, ate dinner together, played Cards Against Humanity, & watched Waking Ned Devine.

We have been making the FUCK outta some food. This is easily the healthiest we’ve eaten in a long time. Thank God we both can cook.

The weather has been fairly forgiving & the two of us have made efforts to get outside as much as possible while it’s nice. K works from home with some good flexibility & I was fired about a month before corona shit hit the fan. We’re enjoying the local parklette & the humongous cemetery in walking distance from us. 

Yesterday was mostly blustery & rainy, save for a 2 hour break in the weather where it was sunny and around 70 degrees. We trekked through said cemetery. As we were on our way out, we rounded the bend of one of the long paths, along the side of a large grassy hill. From that initial perspective of the hill, there was a large pile of indiscernible objects about halfway up the hill. As we came around, we noticed the pile was next to a grave very freshly covered in dirt. Upon closer inspection it became apparent that the “pile” was actually a man wrapped in blankets, with one arm stretched over the dirt of the grave. On the road at the bottom of the hill was what I assumed to be his car. I don’t know who he was, I don’t know who he lost, but they’re burned into my memory forever. It was one of those sights that breaks your entire heart. I cried a little & held K’s hand a little tighter as we made our way toward the gate. K kissed the top of my head & gave me a loving squeeze.

 I didn’t get fired over anything serious; my chronic migraines plus a personal failure to obtain intermittent FMLA in a timely manner resulted in termination. My bosses didn’t want to let me go, but you can only fight HR of a corporate health system so much. Oh well. I wasn’t happy there anymore anyway. After 3 years I was bored, having trained up as much as possible without my degree. Some toxic personalities made their way onto our floor staff in the last year which made some shifts absolute hell despite my efforts to avoid them & remain utterly professional. Aside from running out of money, I’ve been incredibly relaxed since being let go. I’ve even lost 4 pounds in the last month. My hair is currently a weird ginger-pink, the result of a failed self bleach job, but it’s not entirely embarrassing so I’m going to let it recover before I try it again & go teal.

I never got around to watching Breaking Bad when it was popular, but last night I finally saw the first episode. K has seen it before, it’s one of his favorite tv shows & he’s ecstatic to watch it together. One episode legit got me hooked already. I know the premise of the show & I can’t wait to see how it pans out.

The political fuckery around this has been.... ugh. I wanted to say “staggeringly defunct” but what else is there to be expected from this current administration? I have designed most of my tumblr to be apolitical but that will change with these specific entries. I’m politically outspoken on Facebook & Twitter & I wanted one or two platforms that could just be fun and neutral. My current politics are very leftist, a head-spinning 180 degree turn from my upbringing & early voting habits. The last four years have sent me purposefully, intentionally & determinedly headlong into the progressive movement, feminism, and hunger for democratic socialism. The only conservative thing left about me is my stubborn remaining infatuation with firearms & gratitude for the 2A. Counterintuitively I’m very pro-sensible gun control, but having the discussion with either side of the issue mostly leaves me wanting to knock heads together. 

I digress, the administration’s response to the pandemic has been unsurprisingly subpar, yet somehow not as awful as I expected. Trump went from “not a big deal” & “liberal media hoax” to “oh shit, I actually better get my shit together for this” real quick. I don’t know if it’s because it’s an election year or if there’s actually a shred of competency that’s been hiding under the comb-over but I’ll take what we can get from him, including that $1000 check. Getting unemployment has been a bitch. None of this however, changes the fact that Republicans have known about the crisis since December & instead of preparing the public, decided insider trading was a better idea. This doesn’t change the fact that the DOJ is trying to invoke indefinite detention as a “crisis response” and the only thing standing in the way are House Democrats. And it doesn’t change the fact that our hospital system is overloaded & underfunded, and the Republican controlled government would still rather bail out large corporations as we plunge into an inevitable recession. 

I’ve spent too much energy fighting ignorant shit sticks on the internet over all this, including people I know in real life. I gotta keep remembering that all I can do is my best, that you can’t change the world but you can make a dent. On that note, I finally introduced K to Danny DeVito’s cinematic masterpiece Death To Smoochy.

Today I finished reading Darker Than Amber by John D. MacDonald. Quick, fun read, definitely a product of it's time.

That’s all I have in me for today. My neck hurts. Sleep sweet and WASH YOUR FILTHY PAWS. 

#covid19 #covid_19 #corona virus #coronavirus #quarantine #social distancing #wash your damn hands #diary #journal #the fuckening #the fuckening diary #death to smoochy #pandemic

[sinners-paradiseme]

GRAVEYARDS ARE ONLY FOR THE DEAD || SELF PARA FOR JAYDEN & JOCELYN

TRIGGERS: NEGATIVE THINKING, SUICIDAL HINTS, SELF HARM MENTIONS, SURVIVOR'S GUILT

MENTIONS: RUBY, MARCUS, MICAH, XAVIER

Jocelyn knew that Jayden wouldn’t have left her daughter’s grave without flowers, especially during the holiday season, but she never thought that Jayden would be the one placing them herself. She clenched her jaw as Jocelyn as Jayden’s security guards dragged her from her hiding place. She wasn’t sure how she was gonna face on of the many people she lied to because she didn’t think she was gonna live. She never thought in a million years that Julian would purposely OD to safe her live just a few moments before she went into complete heart failure.  Jocelyn had made her peace with death, but she knew Julian wouldn’t have let her go so easily. God, things would have been so much easier if she had fallen in love with Julian instead of Micah. She groaned as she landed next to the dirt by her daughter’s grave. “What happened to not hurting girls?” She asked as she sighed softly looking up at Jayden.

Jayden ran her fingers through her hair, there is nothing she hated more than people disrespecting her and her family. She was trying to pay respects to Jocelyn and her niece, when her bodyguards told her there had been someone lurking in the shadows and watching her. She had to teach said person that mourning wasn’t something to be interrupted. She never expected to see her. Jocelyn in all her flesh and glory. She clenched her jaw as emotions rattled through her body. She didn’t know which one to focus on first but like always anger was her go too, before she could react her hand stung and the resounding sound of flesh hitting flesh was heard. Her eyes widen as she realized her handprint was now a shining red against Jocelyn skin. “I should feel sorry for that asshole, but I fucken buried you.” Jayden said through a choked sob, as she gathered Jocelyn in her arms. She hugged her tightly.

Jocelyn was honestly shocked to feel the sting and hurt and stung in her cheek, she didn’t expect any less from Jayden though. The female had always been a hurricane lead by emotions, anger always leading the charge when she felt vulnerable. She took a deep breath, “Okay, so I see that only applies to the ones you didn’t bury?” She whispered softly in her ever present sarcastic tone. She ran her fingers through her hair, “What did you want me to do, Jayden? Comeback? Say oh sorry, I didn’t fucken die like I had worked everything around for? That I couldn’t do the one thing I was supposed to do.” Jocelyn’s own eye had gotten watery because just like her true self. She had run away from all her emotions and thoughts since the day she woke up after they told her she wouldn’t make it. She kept running and she hadn’t planned on stopping. “I left my son…” She whispered softly as she buried her face into Jayden’s hair as the other woman gripped her tightly. 

Jayden couldn’t help but let the let out a dry chuckle at Jocelyn’s reply. She knew they were good from dealing with their feelings, that’s why they had gotten along so well when she was brought around. She was so much closer to Jocelyn’s age than she was to Aaden’s. They had become like sisters before she had gotten pregnant with Gabrielle. Before she suffered her first heartbreak at the hands of Aaden. “I swear, if I didn’t miss your ass as much as I have I would have given you another slap for that reply.” She honestly thought that after living with the Coldburn’s she would have gotten used to the snappy replies since they seemed to fly off Micah when he decided to speak but nothing was like Jocelyn’s personality. Even Aaden had been surprised at her decision to go towards Regina instead of Jocelyn. She clenched her jaw as she listened to her friend. She kissed her forehead, “Do you honestly think we would be upset if you are still here, dummy.” She whispered softly. She rubbed her friend’s back softly as she tried to get her to breathe and calm down. “He is okay, he is happy and safe. He is everything you wanted him to be.” Jayden told her softly as sat both on the piece of grass next to Jocelyn’s and Micakayla’s tombstones. “You aren’t coming back are you?” Jayden whispered softly as she looked out into the distance. 

Jocelyn couldn’t help but let out a soft grin, she was happy that her two best friends had found happiness in each other at the end of things. She was happy that she had been there to witness it for a little while. She cleaned her tears as she sat with Jayden on the grass, she let out a shaky sigh. “Tell me that me being gone has made a difference? You can’t really can you?” She shrugged softly, “Other than you, marcus and my sisters, who can really miss me?” She ran her fingers through her hair as she thought about her pretty boy. He was the only perfect thing she ever made. She missed him so much, but she knew one day she would see him again. She hoped her son would understand her decision. “I hope Micah doesn’t lose him.” She joked softly knowing that even in his worse state Micah would look after his son. She licked her lips as she shrugged softly, “I don’t know, I’m not ready… I don’t know if I will ever be.” Jocelyn had to much survivor's guilt to deal with anything right now. She lot Julian and had been her own rock since she woke up across the world alone. Jocelyn got up and kissed Jayden’s forehead. “Te amo, Amada. If you ever want to find me, come alone. I’ll be where your heart lies.” She whispered softly before giving her friend a soft hand squeeze before squeezing her eyes softly as she walked away once again.

Jayden wanted to scream and make Jocelyn sit and listen to her, but she knew neither of them responded well to being cornered. Plus even if she did all that, there was a slight chance that she might push Jocelyn right over an edge they both loved to linger on. The reason why they were so quick to throw themselves in front of danger and not care what happened to them as long as the people they care about they were safe. “Well all four of us are a couple shit show, if that makes you feel any better. Jesus, Jos. I can’t even tell you how much I wish you were there, when Marcus lost it completely. I gave birth to another baby alone, just like I did with the girls. Who I almost lost.” She said with a soft whisper, knowing she couldn’t beg her friend to stay because that would be extremely hurtful to many not just Jocelyn. Jayden chuckled softly as she shook her head, “If I can trust Bentley with a part of my heart, I think it’s safe to say your baby boy is going to be just fine. I’ll make sure of it.” She took a deep breath as she nodded as she squeezed Jocelyn’s hand in return. “Te amo, Jos. Cuidate, Hermana.” She whispered softly, knowing she had to let her go. She cleaned her cheeks as she watched Jocelyn leave.

Jocelyn took a deep breath as she watched Jayden, she knew she was battling the same tornado of emotions that Jocelyn knew far too well. It was why their bound had always been so strong because of it. They knew what emotions ravaged their minds stronger than everything did at times. She clenched her jaw softly as she was told about Marcus, her golden retriever of best friend. Who had the darkest place to hide. She brushed her tears clean, “Amada, I wish I could have been there but… Even if I hadn’t gone through all the plans. I still a fucken mess from losing, Julian. I’m not good for anyone right now. I’m not even good for my son.” She smiled softly, “So I have another niece.” Jocelyn handed her phone over to Jayden. “I’ll text you when I get settled. Send me pictures when I do of them.” She smirked softly as she licked her lips, “Green eyes were always your weak spot love, I’m not surprised.” She said with a soft grin as she nodded taking in a deep breath. “Don’t ever let him forget I love him. Either of them.” She whispered softly and nodded before disappearing into a dark car. 

#Jayden; Jocelyn (sister couldn't be as close as we) #self para; Jocelyn #self para; Jayden #oops

[alcorian]

Mystic Messenger asks: 1, 4, 9, 11, 12, 15, 26, 29, 31, 32, 43, 45 (yes, a lot, I know, sorry ^^;)

It’s perfectly fine~

1 :How did you discover the game?

I think I saw a bunch of 707 fanart on Pinterest over time, and eventually I just went “okay, what anime is this ‘Mystic Messenger’ anyways!?!” That was in eighth grade l I think... wow. That was like two years ago.

Anyways, I played Yoosung’s route and LOVED it and swore I’d play the entire game top to bottom (which is what I’m working on now).

4: Your favorite ending?

Ohhhhh boy. Oh boy. I actually really like Yoosung’s bad relationship ending 1. SPOILER ALERT: it’s this one:

I’m very proud of him ^^

11: What call is your favorite?

Jumin Route Day 7 (Call from 707): “You have to be careful of smartphones”. This is one where he talks about his field work as an agent. I just... really love it for some reason.

Oh, lol, I also like his call on Jaehee’s day 5 called “hey sis~~”. It’s one where he’s been crossdressing for a mission and so he got a little stuck calling MC “unnie.” It’s so funny lolol

12: Your least favorite character

I’m sorry Zen... I feel bad saying this since I’m playing his route right now, but it’s true. I appreciate him as a character and as a foil to Jumin, but he’s just not my type, and sometimes his temperament gets under my skin. I lowkey get annoyed by him constantly prying into my private life in everyone else’s routes, like he’s jealous or something...

15: If you were MC and you get the same message that unknown send in the prologue for you to go at Rika's apartement would you go?

Hmmmm depends. Am I oblivious? Hell no. Blocked and ignored. But if I know the events of Mystic Messenger and know it’s Unknown? HELL YEAH BABEY COUNT ME IN

26: ¿Ray or Saeran?

Ohhhhhhhh no. Why did you have to ask me this....

I feel like answering would be detrimental to their progress of getting along.... isn’t it important to tell them that neither is better than the other...? Even if it’s not relevant to the game, I don’t want to choose one because of this...

Since they can’t see this, if I had to choose, I enjoy Ray’s company immensely. He’s babey.

29: ¿Dr. Pepper or Honey Butter Chips?

★ ★ HONEY BUTTER CHIPS BABE!!! ★ ★

31: What do you like the most about each of the 7 routes?

Yoosung: I love how innocent he is! Very my-type! I also find it amazing and heartbreaking how he went blind in one eye for my sake... god I love him

Zen: zen knows the bungeoppang vendor, ‘nuff said

Jaehee: uh duh I love interacting with my lovely wife 💛 any conversation with her makes me immensely happy!!

Jumin: I love Jumin in general. I love how interesting he is, and also how calming he is to talk to. Most don’t find his jokes funny, but I love them. Did I mention he’s so calming to talk to? Very levelheaded and rational.

707: the Mint Eye plot was very prominent in Seven’s route and I love that. I also love that Seven, like Jumin, can be easy to talk to! Just in a different way. Except when he’s upset, then I get sick of him being emotional. That sounds cold, sorry ^^;; I mean that being bombarded with harsh words and emotions over the course of a few days is exhausting. I love him, but helping him is hard on the mind....

Ray: RAY IS BABEY OH MY GOD. He brought me flowers. He made me breakfast. He’s so sweet and kind and nervous and PERFECT. His is the only route where I really fall for the romantic bits, because he’s oh-so-my type (not as much as Jumin, but he’s 50x sweeter than Jumin and that helps). I also REALLY LOVE learning more about Mint Eye, and overall... I actually enjoy that it’s more demanding. I’ve played casual story common route so many times I could actually do it in my sleep, but Another Story keeps me on my toes... it’s exhilarating and feels REAL.

V: N/A, Ive yet to play his route

32: Write a love letter to the character you like

Good morning,

Lovely Ray.

I’ve written to you today because, as you know, I’m not good at speaking and I stammer and stutter too much in person.

I’ve written to you today because I must tell you something without stumbling over my words. They are very important words.

The first of those words are rather common, but not from my lips: I love you. I love you so very much, and my love is freely given, without obligation, let, or lien. That means you don’t have to, you really shouldn’t, overwork yourself for me. You don’t have to prove anything. My love his free, Ray.

The next words are heavier. Ray, you are so much stronger than you know. Ray, you’ve been lied to about your strength. You can’t see what I see, and that’s heartbreaking, because I see a man with a heart stronger than the strongest steel. Stronger than mountains. Stronger than everything that’s tried to hurt you, and I know, so many people have tried to hurt you.

You lived through it all. You are still HERE, you are still LIVING, and you are still BEAUTIFUL. That, Ray, is true strength. Not pushing people around, but keeping yourself going. Supporting yourself is much, much harder than dragging others down with you when you fall. You’ve managed to support yourself and stay kind. It’s amazing. It’s strength.

I know you might not believe these words- and so I will, if you don’t mind, write them out as many times as I need to. I’ll leave them on your desk to read. Read them as many times as you need to, until you can love yourself freely, and you can see your own strength.

With kindness,

your lover and friend,

Jasper.

43: What do you like the most about each character?

Yoosung: again! His innocence! I love it! I also have a soft spot for exploring his issues, since NOBODY ELSE DOES.

Zen: definitely how easygoing he can be! He seems like a great person to just chill with

Jaehee: her hard work is really inspiring. So is her courage to find a new job that she loves ^^ it gives me hope for the future. I’m really glad to have a noona like Jaehee.

Jumin: his calming presence, rationality, and how easy-to-talk-to he is. I absolutely adore being in a chatroom with him alone. Plus his eccentricities make him all the more lovable~

707: this sounds typical but his jokes! He’s hilarious and always makes me laugh, and he feels so real because of it. He’s one of the characters who I could easily imagine is real. Sometimes I find myself hovering over the keyboard, wanting to send him a meme or tell him something, and then remembering that I can’t. TvT

Ray/Saeran/Unknown: Ray. Is. Babey. I love him to fucking death. I’m gonna marry him I swear to god. I love how sweet he is, how he knows flower languages, how he works so hard (although it breaks my heart), how he blushes, how he gets nervous.... everything about him is so wonderful. Aaaah so lovely. Lovely Ray. As for Unknown (Casual/Deep Story Saeran) I adore his duality, and I love his incredibly emotional story arc in the secret endings.

V: I cannot possibly hope to put into words the deep and unyielding love I hold for Kim Jihyun.

45: Recomend a good fic of mystic messenger

Transference by MariaMagica.

The world is in shock when extraterrestrials touch down in South Korea for the first time in history- but the problem is, they don’t really... do anything. That is, until Zen and Jumin start to have unusual... visitors. Soon enough, Seven initiates first contact, and the RFA is thrown into an adventure that makes them the first and only humans to go with the aliens... and leave willingly.

This story absolutely feeds my inner alien geek!! It’s so fucken good. It’s also got quite a bit of nice character development, and a great shocker at the end that made for an incredibly satisfying ending where everything clicked into place... aaaa it was great. I 100% recommend reading it!

#mystic messenger #yeah i made up that summary #its different than the one on ao3

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oh ho dadi's finally gotten the energy to get outta bed.

omkara with the 'shivaay sab theek kar dega' mantra. been a while since we heard that shit.

lmao bhavya asking rudra “aap theek hai na” when he's sporting some pretty sizable bruises on his face.

yeah i still don't buy bhavya being into this dude romantically. i say she married him just to get into the fam and score the cool jeths and bhabhis that she obviously loves more than her own husband.

can't believe they're making him all cutesy and shit after getting kidnapped for not paying his bookie on time. kuch toh sharam kar nalaayak.

“itni maar khaayi hai, filmon ka bhoot nahi uthra. satte ka bhoot uthra??”

(silent implication: nahi toh bata de, you have two older brothers and at least one bhaabi willing to beat it outta you.)

pft. inhi logon ke laad-pyaar ne bigaada hua hai iss manhoos ko. phenti dene ke bajaay gale laga rahein hai.

give him to nani, i say. i know she's not HIS nani, but still, she'll sort him out.

“agar shivaay....”

ah my heart, it actually hurts him so muchhhhh to hear rudra call him by name. fuck meeeee.

“... bhaiyya nahi hote...”

he's so emosh. and now i'm emosh.

(i'm just having an emosh day. just watched koode and it wrecked meeeeee.)

LMAO NOW NANI'S LIKE MAINE KAHA THA SHIVAAY SAB THEEK KAR DEGA. LOL NANI PLS, ANIKA WAS THE ONE WHO SAID THAT, NOT YOU.

yeh dono kahaan chale?

YOU DUMBFUCK IDIOT, IF YOU REALISE ALL THIS THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO GET RID OF HER LORDDDDDDDDDDD. YOU CAN'T BOTH MAKE THE PUPPY EYES AT HER AND ALSO DRIVE HER AWAY YOU JUST CAN NOTTTTTT ALSKFJLSDJLJFLDSKDFKJ

oh suddenly prinku's all about her brother now. amazing what 4 days of sobriety can do.

lmao all i can think of is the adorable BTS mansi had posted of shrenu bursting into giggles after blowing the conch and having no sound come out.

shivaay and his version of 'mandir wahi banayenge'. pffffffffft.

prinku looks happy, but gauri does not? what's the deal?

lakeer is making things awk for everyone.

aur nahi toh kya. that damn lakeer doesn't even really work. the kitchen and dining room are on omRu's side and shivika are forever there. this mandir itself is on the omRu side of the house. ainvayi har room ke beech beech mein lakeer kheechi hui hai. kuch bhi bakchodi.

“aaja.”

asalkjdslakdjasldkjs weeping.

he looks to rudra too, for permission. who gives him the tiniest nod.

i love it. i love all of it. how they had rudra step over to shivaay's side. how shivaay's straddling both sides. rudra looking at shivaay, as if he's seeing him for the first time. shivaay looking over at him and rudra quickly churaofying aankh. all of it...

this will always be the first and foremost love story of this show for me. these three brothers. everything else comes secondary. my three boys.

roop's bitch face lol. get fucked, bua.

rudra just can't stop looking at shivaay. because he's gained him back after so long. so so long. my heartttttttttt.

behen darwaaze ko sajaa rahi hai ya khud ko?

lol look at him looking at her with his head cocked, like a confused puppy.

lmao aankhon ki gustaakhiyan.ofc.

......... shivaay, how is this helpful at all?

i like how she's not all GASP OMG HOTNESS, but instead completely done with him.

he too is like not very romanchick. yet. i'm sure he'll get in mood in 3... 2... 1...

yup. nooooooooooo issues sliding his arm around her waist and drawing her closer and giving her the ‘fuck me’ eyes.... 

snort. twinkle ko bada mazaa aata hai, watching her otp play out fanfiction in front of her.

oh suddenly he's like oh i shouldn't be thinking with my downstairs brain.

lmao twinkle/anika's bitch who are you fooling with this bs smiles.

SHIVAAY GESTURING AT TWINKLE AND HER BEING ADORABLY CLUELESS IS MY FAVT THING THIS WEEK. EVERY SCENE HE'S TRYING SO HARD AND SHE'S JUST LIKE ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

god i really love twinkle’s face as she watches him dig his own grave. 

“ladoo MAINE banaaye hain.”

snort. is bechaari pe kyun bhadak raha hai. bewakoof insaan. 

girl love girl love girl love.

“excuse me, hum bhi taiyyar hue hain, aur humein tareef se allergy nahi hai.”

bitch putting on one kurta and vest is not “taiyyaar hona”. tuney bas kapde badlein hain. gtfo. come back when you’ve put some damn effort.

eh. not so impressed by his outfit. rudra’s outfit is better. kinda sloppy in how he’s wearing it, but i like the outfit itself better.

rudra mandaraaoing near bhaiyya, unable to get the words out. he truly is a little childdddddddddd.

jodiyaan assemble. 

ugh rikara why so fucken pretty kill meeeeee.

this fucker will take twinkle, won't he? WON'T HE??????? THIS FUCKING FUCK.

NANIIIIIIII NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

ALDSKJFLSFJLDLKJDLSFJDSLF SHIVAAY IMMA MURDER YOU I SWEAR TO GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. RUDRA IF THERE'S EVER A TIME TO BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF HIM, IT'S NOW. RIGHT NOW. DO IT.

om's U WOT M8 face at this fuckery.

NANI U NEED TO STOP GOING ALONG WITH HIM ON THIS FUCKERY AND START BEATING SENSE INTO HIS DUMB ASS.

nani pls. don't act overly like you're being forced and all. all you need to do is refuse. or say yes and then at last minute not do anything. you don't have to actively aid him in fucking with her like this. dono ko paap lagega. uska toh list already bharaa hua hai, aap bhi narak jaayengi.

om just can't believe the amount of chutiyaapa that's going on.

AB PEECHE PEECHE KYUN AAYA HAI TU HEIN????????? JAA POOJA KAR NA USKE SAATH. MANHOOS.

“haath pe lagi chot ki aapko itni fikr hai, lekin jo chot aap roz mere dil ko de rahe hain, uska kya?”

“main jaanti hoon ki aap jo kuch bhi kar rahein hain, meri khushi, meri bhalaai ke liye kar rahein hain. is liye aapke har stunt ko main mazaak mein le leti hoon. lekin bardaasht ki bhi koi hadh hoti hai.”

TELL HIM, GIRL. TELL HIM.

“roz aap mera dil dukhaate hain, lekin aaj, aaj aapne mera dil tod diya.”

fuck. my heart. my poor girl. this stupid son of a bitch. i hate him. i hate him so much.

YEAH I DON'T GIVE ONE (1) SINGLE FUCK ABOUT YOUR “INTENTIONS” AND “MOTIVATIONS” AND HOW MUCH MANPAIN *YOU'RE* UNDERGOING HURTING HER. ALL OF THIS BULLSHIT IS UNNECESSARY. FUCKING UNNECESSARY. LITERALLY FUCK OUTTA HERE SHIVAAY.

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