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marrycv · 1 month

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dealer!ellie x reader

warmings: smut, car sex, drug talks (weed), dom!ellie, sub!reader, kinda public sex?, swearing, no use of y/n just nicknames. i think thats pretty much all, tell me if i missed something

summary: Ellie has sold you weed a few days ago, you still haven’t give her money and ellie was growing impatient. She needed that money and you needed a new bag of weed. shes not gonna make this easy.

you were searching everywhere for some money, somewhere.. you had to have some left?! Today was the day Ellie said you’d have to pay her back or else- you don’t wanna think about it.

Ellie was the dealer of your college, well not the only one, but the only one who wasn’t super expensive and she looked good, so she was your favourite one. She always had that brown leather jacket and those dirty boots on her. Like she had some kind of attachment to it, she always wore it. What was even more attractive was that she had some dirty smudge eyeliner. not too much but not like it was not enough.

Plus, ellie played guitar and she was one of the rare lesbians in your school. Everything in your type… huh?

you were still looking around your dorm like you just lost something that cost 20K. As if.

Panicking, you received a text message from Ellie.

Ellie 🚬 : im in the parking, come in my car.

you : omw

You took vest and put it own and got out of your dorm. When you arrived in the parking you realized you still didn’t have any money… you were in serious trouble.

you saw Ellie’s old truck and got in. you greeted her with a small ‘hi’ and you look ashamed. Ellie knew that look.

“you dont have the money? is that why you’re so quiet?” Ellie asked.

she saw right through your mind.

she always did

“i know.. im sorry you said it was my last chance.. i just really dont have anything right now and- i dont have weed anymore. no money, no weed… im so sorry” you said as you were feeling so dumb to not pay her back

“fuck.. i really need that money, i gave you two weeks, which i usually dont do” Ellie said, like she was fucking disappointed in you.

“i’d do anything to pay you back, i swear!”

Suddenly, ellie checked you up and down. she had to think for a minute. everything was everything.

and she needed something.

“anything huh?” Ellie repeated

“please i just dont want you to sell me to some freak…” you were saying some kind of nonsense, like a 19 years old would do that

“C’mon, you know i’d never do that to you” she replied

your eyes widened. she was sending goosebumps to your spine.

you sighed, relieved.

“what can i do to pay you, ellie?”

she nodded her head toward the back of her truck “sit back there” she said looking at you with her emerald eyes, piercing through your soul. she had that kind of power over you, and she knew it.

you did as she asked, no question asked either. just did as she told you to, like the good girl you were for her. Ellie smirked at how easy it was to make you do something, she smirked to see how much of power she had over you now that you would do absolutely anything to pay her back. but you also had the choice to just go back home and… her just, taking everything that would come as money for her. taking your tv or something, you owned her a lot of money.

ellie joined you in the back seat, manspreading, her knee touching yours.

you suddenly realized what was happening. like the dumb fool you were. now, your skirt felt too small, your crop top felt too revealing, your palms were sweaty and there was no turning back.

“so how much do you wanna get rid of that depth you have for me, doll?” That nickname made your heart skip a beat.

everything was happening so fast, at first you were saying how sorry you were and now..? ellie wanted to fuck you dumb, as a mother fucking punishment and for her own guilty pleasure.

“you’re gonna need some kind of consequences to your actions, you know that, right?” ellie asked you as she put a strand of hair behind your ear.

“mhm.. yeah” you tried to master. ellie was just making you insane.

she lighted up a joint and started to inhale some of it. her long and veiny fingers were around that joint, making your underwear slightly uncomfortably wet. you looked away when you catched yourself staring. staring like a fucking dog in heat. whatever, it wasn’t something new for someone like you when you were with someone like her.

Ellie handed you the joint, which you welcomely accepted. bringing it to your lips, making eye contact with her as you inhaled the smoke in your lungs. something you could never be tired to feel.

that tension. that tension that could be broke with one word.

you two just, smoked that joint in a painful quiet awful silence. you could hear the noises of your neighbours doing some kind of frat parties or some drunken men in the streets. your heart beating like crazy, you were sure she could hear it too. you were sure she could smell the nervousness out of you.

the way this all seemed normal for her to smoke with one of her untrusted clients. you would never give her the money at the time asked, ellie knew that obviously.

“sit here” ellie finally spoke as she finished her joint, and tapped her lap. you looked at her up and down, she was still manspreading. she was so mesmerizing, hypnotic, you just did as she asked, without asking for any questions. just like when she asked you to come sit in the back of her car.

you would actually do anything she asked

you sat on her lap. putting your hands on her shoulders to steady yourself. you felt something hard from her pants. which made you gasp.

ellie, would just fucking smirk

“i knew you wouldn’t have that money, princess. i just guessed that i had to find something else to make you useful to”

you felt your checks burning and your heart racing faster than it already was.

“you brought your-” before you could continue ellie cut you off

“my cock? yeah.. guessed you needed it to learn from your fucking dumb behaviour”

“i-“

“you dont have to say anything, doll..” she said as she shushed you. her slang finger cupped your lips, which she started to force it to get into your mouth. you opened wide for her, sucking on her fingers. moaning at the taste her fingers felt on your tongue, you could taste sweat and weed. you found yourself so fucking addicted to it.

she then, kissed you. into a sloppy french kiss, her tongue already in your mouth, dancing with yours. you could feel you wanting more, you could feel ellie wanting more- the way she was grabbing your neck with one hand and your hip with her other, to make you closer to her, as it was even possible. you moaned against her lips, which made ellie fucking crazy.

“so needy huh?” she asked more to herself than at you

her kisses went down to your neck and you found yourself titling your head to the side to give her more access and you also started rubbing yourself against her thigh. needing to add something on your clit that was aching in attention. you were in heaven yet, you wanted to go higher.

she felt you rubbing against her which she took both of her hands on your hips and helped guiding you. you were a whimpering mess and she was kissing the fuck out of your neck- probably making purple marks on it which you absolutely loved to feel. you loved to feel how she made them so you just didnt care if you would wake up tomorrow all purple.

“ellie..” you said, in a whine, needing more

“what? i need your words angel, speak up.”

“i-i need more, please” you were so desperate, you didn’t know how much more you could ask her but you wanted all of what she reserved for you.

“see? you’re such a good girl when you can baby” she said as her hands went on your thighs, making its way under it and under your underwear. But she obviously needed to take her time with you, she loved to tease you. your hips your rocking over her fingers that still haven’t even touched your clit. that made ellie go so fucking confident. the weed started its effects and you felt yourself so much more in need of her touch. you were 10 times more sensitive, ellie the same as you. she was literally holding herself to not stretch you open with her 7inches dick she got just for you.

her fingers did its way under your underwear. running your juices everywhere on your pussy- making you jolt in pain. you just couldn’t take it. you just couldnt endure all that torture.

“ellie, fuck… please”

“dont be so impatient, you fucking deserve it- you little fucking slut, thinking you’ll get that as a reward, yeah? nah, your fucking wrong. so so wrong. your gonna have to wait, princess”

her nasty comments were just making you wetter and wetter. you just could moan at her words as her fingers were everywhere but your clit.

she finally decided to add some pressure on it. making your back arch at the sudden pression you desperately needed.

after a moment, she turned you, making your back face her. she took off her pants and took off your skirt and underwear. you were a bit curious but at the same time you knew what you were about to get.

but you were still surprised when the tip of her strap entered into your hole. making you gasp.

“take fucking it” ellie said whispering in your ear as she started to trust into you without any mercy. she wasn’t soft, didn’t let you adjust for her. it hurted so good.

“ellie! fuck” you moaned out, the pain was turning into pleasure as you started to trust your hips with her trusts.

as she was fucking you dumb with her dick, she brought her hand against your clit and did circle motions against it, which made you cry in pleasure. you needed to be quieter or the whole city would wake up.

Ellie placed her free hand on your neck and threatened you to be quiet while we mouvements were going surprisingly faster as you thought that wasn’t even possible.

she had no mercy and your cries made her only rougher against you. the strap was hitting just perfectly on her clit which made some grunts escape from her beautiful lips.

“els! im gonna- im gonna cum!” you said as you felt your high approaching.

“dont you fucking dare!” ellie said as she was trying to reach her orgasm with trusting in you harder and faster.

her mouvements started to stutter and she was slowing down, she was reaching it

“fuck cum with me yeah?” ellie said as you both then came together.

“fuuuuuckkkk!” you moaned as she was still in you, riding out your orgasm. never had one that powerful, it felt like fireworks. she made you feel something none else could ever make you feel.

“you did so good for me doll.”

you smiled as you both cleaned each others up

this is my first fanfic here, i hope yall enjoyed it 😭

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ivystoryweaver · 7 months

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im so interested in what u think the moon boys would be like as dads???

Ohhhhh, this is gonna hurt my heart. In a good way. I have a lot of feelings about Moon Dads and I've not yet written fics about it so yeah...

I'm gonna jump right in with Marc.

I think if Marc had a child, he would be all in: attentive, tender, affectionate.

I don't actually believe Marc would be afraid of parenting. I know that can be a popular hc/fic plot and I totally understand why, and love reading those.

But I think Marc would be one of those people that would try to do the opposite of what was done to him. Example: his parents were married and that went well... (sarcasm)

Yet Marc got married. He and Layla were together for years and, according to her, had "adventures together", meaning they worked as a (likely successful) team. Marc bailed on Layla once his mom passed and he could no longer control or hide his disassociations (plus Khonshu's threats for Layla to be his next avatar).

Point being: Marc did get married and seemed pretty successful at it, for the most part.

Marc is in charge of bath time. This includes little toy boats, fish that squirt water, bubbles. He's going to wash their hair, or whatever hair needs they have, depending on race and hair types. If it is a hair type he isn't as familiar with, he is going to be talking to his partner, looking up vids, whatever it takes. Touch is going to be so important to him. He is the dad who will know how to do french braids or styles for textured hair.

He's never going to react in anger. If he is angry, he's going to hand the reins to Steven or sometimes Jake (if he is able, it's obviously not a parlor trick), or he will just say to his little one, "Daddy is going to take a time out. I'll be back in a minute and we can have a talk." The idea of putting himself in time out is so endearing to his child that they end up calming from whatever misbehavior they were attempting, wanting to join him in the corner for time out, touching a plushie or reading a book in his lap.

They learn very young that their father's expressions can be stern but his hands are safe. They will not want to disappoint him.

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Steven can converse naturally with children, this we see in the first episode. Steven's open, engaging nature is great for children. His own childlike wonder will shine in fatherhood. He was also able to quickly redirect the behavior of the girl who was littering at the museum. So a spunky child in a doctor's office waiting room will be easily wrangled by a distracting toy, quick game or wonderful story.

Steven is your go-to guy for bedtime stories. With a young child, Steven will share how wondrous the world around them is. He'll always have a anecdote or a fun fact for tweens or teens.

He will offer choices. "Do you want to put on 'jammies now or after a story?" "Do you want to help Dad set the table or feed the cat?" Steven has lacked agency in his life, so he is going to give it to his child. He will teach them to speak up for their needs.

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Jake is going to be such a little shit as a dad. I'm sorry but there is no nicer way to say it lol. Jake's used to operating in the background and he's a night owl. He's the fun dad. He's the "don't tell mom" dad (or don't tell dad, dad). Kid wants stay up 15 extra minutes? It's Jake that's gonna sneak them some of the popcorn he popped after they were supposed to be asleep. As a partner, you'd find your little one on Jake's knee in the most comfy chair, watching the Yankees play baseball.

You give them The Look™ and they know they are busted. They exchange guilty glances and then Jake starts repeating words in Spanish. Baseball, Popcorn, very good! If you are already all Spanish speakers then Jake pretends to be practicing in both Spanish and English.

Either way, he and his little twin, with their adorable curls, give you shit eating grins.

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n1nicou · 2 months

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Loves wound, loves cure

pairings: dallas winston x reader

summary: dallas winston is a stubborn man, causing a fight between the two of you. but when you come to him all beaten, it seems like the fight has long left his mind, his only concern being you.

a.n: sorry i haven’t posted in three months, i had mid years and school is really eating my ass right now!!! 😀😀🤩🤩 (math and science can go fuck themselves!!!) anyway eat this up yall cause lord knows when im posting a new fic 😭

"fine! don’t want me to talk?" you shouted at dallas with an angry tone before getting up from the couch and making your way to your front door.

"where ya goin'?!" dallas said as he immediately shot up from the couch, seeing you move to the front door.

"we’ll talk when i feel like talkin'!" you said as you looked back at dallas with your eyebrows furrowed together. your was blood boiling with anger, but you couldn't ignore the hint of sadness deep inside your chest.

fights between you and dallas weren’t uncommon. when you did fight, it would always be over something stupid that would end with the both of you making up. dallas never said sorry, not with his pride and ego he did, but he found other ways to apologize to you. more subtle, but obvious enough for you to pick up on. however, tonight was a different story. you and dallas had been going on and on about something he had done.

you and dallas had been at the dingo all night, which was fun for the first few hours until some broad thought it was a good idea to try and sweet talk dallas, which you obviously did not enjoy. dallas, in his end, didn’t seem to mind the lousy and annoying flirtatious comments the girl made. not that he condoned to the girl's advances or try to flirt back with her, but the occasional smirk would appear on his face which only encouraged the girl to continue.

you watched as the scene unfolded, your eyebrows furrowed together when you noticed that dallas wasn't rejecting her advances. you knew dallas liked to have his fun, tease and bother girls, but not initiating anything as you were his first real girlfriend, which was strange for him. so when you both came back to your place, after ignoring him the whole rest of the night and finally blowing up on him after he profusely kept asking you why you were acting like this, he didn’t really understand why you were so upset. to dallas, it was just harmless fun, he wouldn’t do anything with her.

so there you two were, arguing back and forth for a while before dallas’s anger got a hold of him and he yelled at you to shut up.

and this is exactly the way you found yourself in this situation, walking out of your house as you just weren't able to deal with dallas right now. as much as dallas protested, you ignored his words, your mind filled with anger and disappointment.

dallas laid down on the flimsy couch of the curtis home, a cigarette between his fingers. he tried his best to be mad at you, wondering what your damn problem was, but in the end, he couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit guilty.

the image of your angry but sad and upset face plaged dallas's mind, making him wonder if maybe he was too harsh with you. however, dallas's deep thinking was suddenly stopped when he heard the door of the curtis house slam open. dallas sat up from the couch and turned his head to the front door, expecting to see johnny coming to find refuge from his own house or a guy from the gang.

there you were, your lip busted open, your nose bleeding. open cuts and gashes trailed down from your forehead to your jaw. you were shaking violently as tears rolled down your cheeks, the saltiness burning your open wounds and broken sobs leaving your bleeding lips. with your blurry vision, you were able to see dallas, who you hadn’t expected to see at the curtis house.

dallas wasn’t sure who came up to whom first. whether you rushed to dallas first or he rushed to you first, it didn’t really matter, as dallas was now right in front of you, looking down at you with concern.

“jesus christ, the hell happened to you, y/n?!” dallas asked with an impatient and angry tone. despite his angry demeanor, dallas’s fingers reached to gently cup your chin.

you were in too much shock to even utter a single word. you looked up at dallas, eyes full of fear, as tears ran down you cheeks. you opened your mouth to try and speak, but all that came out were a few broken sobs and his name.

“d-dally…” you croaked out in a shaky voice. dallas felt his heart break at your pained voice. he soon understood that he wasn’t going to get anything out of you unless you calmed down first. dallas gently picked you up in his arms before placing you down on the flimsy leather couch. your hand tightly gripped his forearm, tears still running down your bruised and cut cheeks.

dallas thought that if he made one wrong move, you would shatter like glass. his rough and calloused hand gently cupped your cheek, looking right down at you.

"'s alright, dally's here... relax, sweet girl, i got you..." dallas whispered in a soft and gentle tone, such a gentle tone. the kind of tone he had never ever used on a single soul, not even on you before this. the kind of tone he wouldn't be caught dead using on anyone, anyone but you right now. he simply kept rubbing your cheek with his thumb, hoping that it would calm you down, as he didn't really know how to comfort someone in this situation. to be fair, dallas never really comforted many people in his life, so he tried to keep his approach gentle, not wanting to overwhelm you.

with the help of dallas's soft rubs on your cheek and gentle words, your adrenaline slowly started to dissipate. now, you could really feel all the pain from each and every bruise, gash and cut that was inflicted on you. your breaths slowed down and you slowly became more conscious of your surroundings.

"tell me what happened, sweet girl." dallas got straight to the point as soon as he noticed that you were more aware of everything now. he was itching to know who or what decided it was a good idea to hurt his girl like this.

it took you a few moments to collect your thoughts before you spoke up in a shaky tone. "i-i was walkin outside after our fight and-and this white mustang started tailing me..." dallas felt his stomach drop at your words. he didn’t need to hear the rest to get a clear thought in his head of what had happened, but he let you talk.

“i tried running or-or sum’ but they caught up to me… and i…” you tried to keep talking, but you felt as if a thorn bush was stuck in your throat, anything else other than sobs being unable to leave your mouth.

“shh, easy, y/n… ‘s alright… did they hurt you, sweet girl?” dallas asked. he already knew the answer, but he thought that maybe it would be easier if he helped you say it. you nodded your head yes before looking down at your lap, tears dripping down onto your jeans.

"fuckin' socs..." dallas felt his blood boil as you confirmed his suspicions. his fists clenched, knuckles turning white and nails digging into his palms as a strong feeling of rage took over his mind. he would kill whoever touched you, his girl, which he had made pretty clear to everyone.

but he held back, his only priority right now being you. he would deal with the unfortunate socs who thought it was a good idea to hurt you, later.

“i-im sorry, if i hadn’t been such a stubborn idiot, if i had just shut my trap like you said, none of this woulda happened…” you spoke up in your quiet and broken voice as you kept staring down at your lap. dallas immediately stopped you, tilting your head up so his eyes met yours. the guilt hit dallas like a truck. harder than ever now that were blaming yourself and excusing his behavior.

“that don’t matter anymore. it ain’t your fault, doll” the last thing on dallas’s mind was the fight you two had earlier and he didn’t want you thinking about it, nor did he want you blaming yourself for something someone else did to you. his rough fingers kept stroking your damp cheeks, feeling your whole body shake underneath his gentle touch.

"dal-dal, i'm so scared..." you croaked out as your grip on his forearm tightened. you were still in a lot of shock and pain, your body violently shaking.

dallas couldn't handle it anymore. he pulled you into his arms, bracing you with a gentle hug, afraid that if he held you any tighter, you would collapse. you tensed up in his arms, surprised at his actions, but you soon melted into his touch and buried your head into the side of his neck.

"shhh... you're safe, those fuckin' idiots are gone... s’alright sweet girl.." dallas tried to say in the most gentle tone possible, but you heard his anger slip through his comforting words.

nonetheless, you were shocked.

dallas winston, the dallas winston had you wrapped up in his arms, in a hold so so gentle as he shushed you softly. the words he said were comforting, sweet. something no single soul, not even yourself, had ever heard from this tuff, mean, violent greaser. the man who couldn't love anything, no one, was afraid to break you as he held you so delicately. slowly but surely, you felt your fear disappear. a sense of safety washed over you as he held you.

you knew you would be okay.

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rottenrosethorns · 11 months

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Leon or Carlos with a chubby! reader? Maybe... smut??? I love your work😭🫶

Pairing: Carlos Oliveira x chubby!Reader

Genre: Established Relationship AU, Smut

Synopsis: Carlos’s arms aren’t just for show. He’s ready to show you how strong he can be to hold you as he worships every inch of your body.

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT; body image insecurity, pet name: sunshine, spanking, lingerie, mirror sex, fingering, air sex? Idk, body worship, praise kink

A/N: CARLOSSSS !! latin men >>> ahem ahem anyways thank you for supporting me and requesting this!! I hope you enjoy it <33 (and if u dont , im so sorry i literally wrote this on a red eye flight with a fever :P )

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Was this too much?

You twisted your body, analyzing your figure through the floor length mirror. Spring was here, the sky was clear and the breeze was warm. Thus, warranting you to have a rare sliver of confidence to dress up for your lunch date with Carlos. Conjured in your mind, you thought you were going to pull off the outfit stored deep in your closet; however, physically being in the outfit redacted your confidence and called forth the insecurities which made you bury this outfit in the depths of your closets way back when.

It wasn’t that the outfit was bad, per say. It’s just that the folds and flow of the fabric wasn’t falling where you wanted it to or how you wanted it to. You were a perfectionist when it came to looking good for Carlos – although his arguments always say otherwise – and currently, you did not feel perfect. So, you spent the next few minutes second guessing whether or not you should change your clothes, redo your hair, and add more makeup.

“Almost ready, sunshine?” Carlos peeked his head through the door of your shared bedroom instantly fixating his vision on your figure.

“Almost,” You mumbled, fixing your hair in the mirror before turning to Carlos and gesjuring towards your body nervously. You’d made it a habit to ask him how you looked before going out, although he always had the same but caring response, “Do I look okay?”

Carlos shuffled his way over towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and giving you a chaste kiss, “You look perfect.”

You returned his kiss with another before glancing at the mirror again, “You don’t think I should I change?”

“Is there something wrong?”,” Carlos furrowed his brows, “I can buy you something else if you don’t like it.”

With the way that Carlos was looking at you, you would’ve felt guilty for putting yourself down, especially since he was the type to drop everything and worship the ground you walked on just to get that thought out of your head. As much as your insecurities hurt you, disappointing Carlos hurt you more, so you did your best to suck up your worries and not dampen the mood for a happy date night.

You shook your head, deciding to just deal with your outfit. Thankfully, Carlos dismissed it and led you towards his overly fancy sports car and choosing the one of your favorite color. Although his fancy car came with an equally fancy key fob which automatically opened the passenger door, Carlos still made it a point to run around his car and manually open it for you.

“Why thank you, kind sir,” You teased, ducking to crawl into the lowered vehicle. As you ducked, Carlos not-so-sneakily checked out your ass before giving you a lighthearted smack and earned a small yelp from you. Carlos was quick to close the passenger door as he laughed from hearing your muffled scolding from outside the car.

Once he seated, you slapped his arm, wincing when your fingers connected with toned muscles. Pouting, you held your hand close to your chest in feigned pain and muttered, “Damn you and your biceps.”

Carlos smirked, taking your injured hand in his and pressing a soft healing kiss to your knuckles, “And, you love them.”

You looked out your window to try to hide your blush, not wanting to give Carlos the satisfaction of teasing you. Momentarily, he released his hold on your hand to start the car and change shift gears before settling his one hold on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel. Once recovered from your blush attack, you peeked over and giggled as you watched his messy waves get tousled even more from the rolled down windows, “So, do I get to know where this mystery date is?”

“That ruins the surprise, doesn’t it?” Carlos continued to rub your thigh, hands large enough to cover most of your skin. From the surfaces where he couldn’t reach with his open palms, Carlos made up for it by tracing random patterns back and forth from left to right.

You exaggerated a groan, hating surprises from Carlos. Undoubtedly, you loved it when he planned cute dates for you, but this man was extravagant enough to book a two week stay in Bali and call it a date night. Despite this, you graciously let him off the hook with a shake of your head before zoning out for the rest of the car ride. Sitting in comfortable silence, your consciousness was regained when the vehicle approached a fancy sky high building near downtown.

“You’re kidding…” You spoke breathily with disbelief as you looked at the three star Michelin restaurant you’ve always wanted to go to, “How…?”

“That’s for me to know, sunshine,” Carlos took your hand and pressed a kiss with his smirking lips, knowing that he’d done a good job impressing you. Exiting the car, Carlos passed his keys to the conjoined hotel valet and helped you out of the car.

You felt bad about stepping on the cleanest red carpet you’ve ever seen in your life, but you sucked it up once the red carpet led you towards an even more expensive looking marble flooring of the hotel lobby. Clinging on Carlos’s arm, you tugged him down to whisper, “Don’t you think we’re kinda underdressed?”

You squirmed as your eyes meet the grand chandelier, intricately framed paintings, and well-dressed staff members. Saying that you felt self-conscious was a major understatement.

“Kinda? We’re very underdressed,” Carlos pointed out like it was obvious.

You pinched his arm in retaliation, “I asked you if I should change! You knew we were coming here!”

The stubble of his beard prickled your hairline as he reassuringly kissed your temple, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.”

Your mild annoyance was quickly dissipated as you recanted previous dates with Carlos. It was true he always planned your dates very well, always having every detail accounted for and a Plan B for unsuspecting events. But still, you could’ve at least walked the carpet looking done up!

“I’ll meet you later, okay?” Carlos gently pushed your grip off his arm, causing you to panic from the thought of being left alone.

“Wait, where-”

Carlos didn’t wait for your response as he separated from you, going into a separate elevator and flashing you a cheeky smile accompanied with a wink. You would’ve grumbled out a curse at his retreating figure if a heavily French accented voice interrupted you.

“Carlos Oliveira’s guest?”

You turned to accompany the voice with a short, older woman, clad from head to toe in designer brands and accessories. You politely introduced yourself with a soft smile towards the woman before being escorted beyond the lobby.

“Please follow me this way.”

Nervously, you followed the woman closely, not willing to get lost in the very tall and expensive building. You feared that even looking at something for too long could cause it to break, and you definitely did not have the funds to financially recover from your clumsiness. Stepping into the elevator, you mustered up some small talk to kill the silent awkwardness. You figured out that this woman named Ludivine, was a personal stylist flown out from Italy. Her career and experience was riddled with luxury as she mentioned having many encounters and personal relationships with some of high fashion’s biggest brands.

“So, where are we going?”

“Monsieur Carlos requested that we prepare you,” Ludivine explained, “He said, make them look like a God that walked the Earth to enchant their people with their grace. I can already tell you must deal with a handful being with an admirateur like that.”

You coughed to cover your choke from Carlos’s explicit verbiage. You made a mental note to scold him later for it. The small chime of the elevator drew you from your thoughts as Ludivine showed you to your suite which housed an entire team of stylists, makeup artist, and hair dressers. One section of the room transformed to the equivalence of the behind the scenes studios of any global fashion week. One crisp snap of Ludivine’s manicured fingertips sent the team scarabling as they hovered around you and began to prep your appearance. From cleaning to settling the finishing touches, you felt like Katniss getting ready for her interview as the workers completely altered her appearance as a coal miner’s daughter to a prim and proper woman.

After what felt like hours sitting and waiting, the team finally revealed your freshened look. You were definitely more done up than what you’d do to yourself, but it still had that natural and comfortable feel. You were impressed with their work and thanked them. From the corner of your eye, you spotted a clothing rack filled with various expensive fabrics protected in plastic dust bags, “Am I wearing these?”

You sifted through the clothing rack, inspecting each hanger one by one and determining which one suited your best style.

Ludivine shook her head, “Non, mon cher. Monsieur Carlos had insttructed us to dress you in something personally chosen to his liking.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Carlos rarely ever commented about your clothing choice, let alone being the one to choose your outfit. He was a firm believer that you were allowed to wear whatever you wanted as long as you felt comfortable in it. After all, he made it a point that he could fight whoever decided to bad mouth or nonconsensually touch your figure anyways.

Ludivine brought in the outfit and hung it up on the bathroom door. As curious as you were, the cotton protective sleeve over the outfit kept your glances at bay. Focused on the outfit, you missed Ludivine sneaking in a fancy box and handing it to you, “Please change into this and come out when you’re done.”

You took the box with you into the bathroom. Placing the box into the counter, you unraveled the silk bow and took off the top to reveal a black laced lingerie set. Taking a closer inspection, you noticed the center of the bra bejelwed with the letter “C” amongst the lace and sheer mesh fabric. This set offered no coverage at all, especially the bottom half with nothing but a string covering your ass.

Obediently, you quickly dressed and threw on the provided bathrob before heading back out to Ludivine, “Please keep your eyes closed.”

You nodded compliently, thinking about the consistency of Carlos and his surprises as you closed your eyelids and patiently waited in your bathrob. You hear a series of shuffles which sounded as if she were walking out of the room instead of towards the location of where the outfit was hanging.

“Ludivine? Ludivine, are you still here?” You called her name out many times, hoping to hear some sort of indication from her presence still in the room. Silence accompanied your voice as you grew worried. Just as you were about to open your eyes, the sound of a zipper and rustling fabric calmed your nerves from the fear of being left alone.

You were aided into wearing your clothes, cautiously stepping into it one leg at a time. Once fitted and securely snuggly on your body, familiar arms enclosed around your waist, causing you to melt into the touch and open your eyes, “Since when did you become part of Ludivine’s stylist team?”

“Since I saw your outfit on the store’s mannequin and pictured you underneath me in it,” Carlos pressed a kiss on the soft spot of your neck, causing you to shrink back from being tickled. Carlos followed your movements until he had you backed up against a wall made of one large sheet of mirror which reflected just about every inch in the hotel suite.

Face to face, Carlos looked you up and down to admire his work before pressing his lips on yours, giving you the most gentle kisses you’d ever received. He treated you as if you were so fragile even breathing could corrupt your innocence. His lips moved down to your neck again, eliciting a soft but muffled moan from you.

“None of that, even your voice is perfect.”

“What are you doing? Shouldn’t we be leaving?” You said inbetween his kisses, although not really wanting to leave his arms.

“You don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been acting?” Carlos’s hands began to run up and down the sides of your body, squeezing and caressing every so often. Once at your hips, Carlos pulled you forward to rest against his hips and slowly grinding on you. You whimpered, pressing your things together as he snuck his hands to grope your ass.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know. I’ve seen they way you’ve been looking at yourself and how you always ask me if you look good,” Carlos licked the shell of your ear before teasingly nibbling, “Don’t forget I notice everything about you.”

Carlos wrapped his hands under your thighs and tapped twice. Responsively, you got halfway to lifting yourself up before planting the soles of your feet back onto the ground defeatedly, “I can’t. I’m too heavy for you.”

Carlos’s heart broke as he watched you shrink back, arms crossing as if to shield his view from your body. With a newfound flare of passion, Carlos turned you around and pressed your face on the cool mirror, “Let me prove you wrong.”

You couldn’t help but stick your ass out and desperately rub against Carlos’s hard on through his dress pants. Carlos grabbed a handful of fabric and harshly tugged on it, ripping the top half completely off of you before the entire thing collapsed around your feet.

“I should’ve chosen something easier to fuck you in,” Carlos grumbled in annoyance, “Oh well.”

You gasped in shock, turning your head upwards to look at Carlos through the mirror’s reflection, “Carlos! That was-”

Carlos shushed you by slipping your thong to the side and sliding his fingers through your wetness, “Don’t worry about that, just focus on me. Eyes on me, sunshine.”

Carlos dipped his fingers again, teasing your clit before sinking a finger in. You mewled in response, watching through the mirror as his fingers disappeared within you. Carlos only gave you a second to adjust before kicking your legs further apart and burying another finger into you. Your hands stretched across the mirror, a small fog of condensation forming from how sweaty you were becoming. Carlos hawkeyed you through the mirror, eyes trailing all over your outstretched body, “Look at how well you wear my lingerie. Lace looks so good on you, I think I want to fuck you with it still on.”

Carlos curled his fingers, whispering sweet nothings into the shell of your ear. Your orgasm was building up with the familiar tightness settling in your lower abdomen. Slightly bending your knees for Carlos to have easier access, you made the mistake of looking downwards. Just as you were on the edge of cumming, Carlos ceased his movements and removed his fingers, leaving you desperately unsatisfied. He used his other hand to caress your chin and tilt your view upward to see him in the reflection, “I thought I told you to keep your eyes on me. I’ve barely touched you and you’re already this fucked out?”

You shook your head weakly, mildly disappointed at yourself for forgetting a simple rule. Nonetheless, Carlos was feeling generous today, prompting him to spin you around and press his body against yours. He rested his forehead against yours, giving you another gentle kiss, “Can I continue?”

You gulped, feeling nervous about being eye to eye with Carlos. Nodding your head, you spoke, “You can. Can you undress too?”

Carlos’s heart ached with how cute you were under his gaze. He shook his head, bringing both of your hands and placed it on his chest, “Do it yourself.”

You slid your hands, all along his torso and relished in the feelings of his muscles under your fingertips. Your curious hands made their way to the buttons of his shirt and slowly worked your way through them. Once all unclasped, you brushed off the crisp white shirt and let it fall to the floor neighboring your ripped attire. You took a second to admire his physique, never failing to leave you breathless. You trailed your hands over his abs, relishing as your hands felt the texture of his chest hair and happy trail. Looking up at Carlos, you thought you’d be met with his signature smirk, yet you were surprised to see him waiting patiently for you to explore him. Non-judgemental and non-condemning. With that in mind, your hands lowered to his happy trail to unbuckle his belt and push down his dress pants just low enough to free his erection. Without notice, Carlos wrapped your hand around his cock to stroke him, “This is what you do to me. This is all you, no one else.”

Releasing his hold on your hand, he massaged them into your hips again, “Let me show you how perfect you are.”

Hesitant yet curious, you agreed and took a deep breath to prepare for whatever Carlos was brewing in his mind. Without a second delay, Carlos took himself into his hand and guided himself into you. You went to curl one leg up to allow him more space to thrust into you, but Carlos had other plans as he hooked both legs in the nook of his arms and supported all your weight. He took a moment to adjust before stepping away from the mirror wall and holding you completely. Startled, you clasped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself as close as possible to him, “Carlos! You’re going to drop me!”

Carlos chuckled, flexing his arms as if to show off his strength, “I’m never gonna drop you.”

He kissed you lovingly once more before his eyes darkened with lust, “Hold on, Sunshine, because I’m gonna fuck the insecurities out of you.”

Carlos proceeded to prove his point by lifting you up with both your legs hooked over his forearms and bouncing you up and down on his cock. You clenched from fear, having never been in this position before. Carlos grunted as he felt your muscles constrict against his shaft, “You feel so good, no one can take me as much as you do.”

Carlos pressed a loving kiss on your shoulder, a reminder to you that he’ll always be there to take care of you. Melting from his kiss, you relaxed in his arms and let him bear your weight. He hoisted you up, thrusting into you again before setting a steady pace. Everytime, he let gravity aid him to bottom out as the slaps of your skin echoed throughout the suite. Your nails dug into him as he voiced out his pleasure in your ear, letting you hear how good you were making him feel. He shifted, so that you could see the both of you in the mirror, “Everything about you is perfect. You are my favorite part about you.”

Squatting, Carlos readjusted your weight and pistoned faster into you, “Look at how pretty you are, doing so well for me.”

Your hands tangled themselves into his messy hair, pushing it back to place sloppy kisses on him. Your moans got louder as Carlos steadied his pace, bringing you towards your much needed orgasm. He felt the walls of your pussy constrict around his wet cock again, letting him know that you were near, “Carlos, I’m- I’m-”

“Shh, I know. Don’t hold back, let it go. Cum for me, Sunshine,” Carlos urged you with another deep thrust before you withered completely in his arms. Your body fell limp against him as he held you safely and walked you to the bed. Putting you down, you took a moment to catch your breath, “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I can do anything for you,” Carlos leaned over to kiss you.

You laughed, “Should we get going now?”

Carlos’s eyes hungrily looked over you and your lingerie clad body, licking his lips, “You thought I was done worshipping you? That was just the first course.”

#carlos oliveira smut #carlos oliveira x you #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira oneshot #carlos oliveira fanfic #carlos oliveira fanfiction #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil x you #resident evil fanfiction

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omenics · 2 years

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ive had this idea.. say that mc is extremely good at spell drive like has amazing technique and power (almost on par with malleus) but since they’re in ramshackle, crowley let’s them pick which dorm they want to represent. how would the dorm leaders try and appeal and try to get you on their team? this can be any dorm leaders you want!! ty!

[𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 , leona, kalim, jamil, azul.

› ..[name] aka the best student in the school loses 90 years off of their life <3 gn reader. — this is so cool! tysm for the request

LEONA.

yk damn well he’d want you on his team

the second he hears that (honestly probably from grim or crowley or whatever) that ur close to malleus’ level?? bros hatching a plan already

said plan is going up to you and forcing asking you to be on savanaclaw’s team, dw he will ask nicely (spoiler he wont)

bro would probably be too scary to say no to. tbh im speaking from myself but he would just scare you into playing smh like hello leona be nice ;(

honestly hed probably just make ruggie ask and since its someone who isnt leona u’d say yes bc its not leona 😊 so u join either because of intimidation or just someone asking who isnt the dorm leader

KALIM, JAMIL.

tbh i think it wouldve been jamil’s idea

or just the dorm collectively agreeing that they’d have a chance to win

oh [name] is on par with malleus?? guess we have a new teammate 😊 not only for that tho dw theyre probably the only ones that actually like you

anyways it would be mean to say no to kalim hence why he asked. personally. this was all jamil’s plan bc he knows no one can say no to him because why would u hurt his feelings?????? thats just mean [name] 😐

god i sound like im babying him but i am not. in general no i dont wanna make him disappointed okay i would feel too guilty so you would be too

in conclusion youd join bc no one wants the best twst character to be disappointed 😪

AZUL.

i forgot if their dorm competes LMAO

but anyways in this they do and by the minute youre done talking youre playing with octavinelle bc theres no way hes not convincing you

mf is standing behind you with jade and floyd after they overhear ‘powerful’ and ‘choose’

i dont even know how but its probably just the shadiest bet sugarcoated in a way you absolutely cannot refuse. they have the worst blackmail too or smth. oh you ate worms as a kid? everyone’s gonna know if you disagree.

they even tell you ‘nd ur just like ‘how did you find out abt that????’

note i did not eat worms as a child that was my cousin

anyways your best best is joining azul if you cherish your ego and or reputation 😭

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for being upset with my mother for making me change my clothes before my little sister's birthday party?

I (15f) own two tank top dresses that I got from Old Navy. One is like a blue tie-dye watercolor, and the other is a camo one. Now I rarely wear dresses because I like pants and shorts better, but I thought it'd be nice to "dress up" for my little sister's 10th birthday party. So, I decided to wear my camo one because I was told green is "my color" by multiple people, and the blue one reminds me too much of the 4th of July.

(Both of them are decent modest dresses, the length of the skirt goes below my knees, and the straps are at least two fingers wide. So it's nothing inappropriate for kids party or something like that)

So, I throw on the dress and a pair of jean shorts underneath so I can put my phone in my back pocket during the party, and go about my day.

(Now, before the story continues, it is important to note that I usually use my two dresses as nightgowns,

1. Because they're comfy

And 2. Because, again, I don't normally wear dresses during the day, preferring pants/shorts with a shirt instead.)

As the day goes on, my mother keeps saying I need to change out of my pj's and into something different, and I keep trying to tell her that I'm not wearing as a nightgown today but as a dress, but she keeps walking away before I can properly expain. This happens a few times throughout the morning, going into the afternoon. Until I'm helping out in the kitchen to help make food before all of the guests arrive.

And my mother asks "is that what you're wearing?" I answered "yes" and she just kind of looks me up and down and says something along the lines of " mmkay! I guess it just looks weird to me because Im used to you using it as a nightgown." Which I completely understand because I usually do, I just decided not to today.

I think the matter of my dress has been dropped and get back to cooking. While waiting for a pot of water boil, I stand next to a counter in the kitchen listening to my mom and a friend of hers who showed up early talk. But when my mom's friend turns away for second, my mom turns to me and says, "i really think you should go change before the other guests arrive. You look like you're wearing a nightgown" with a slightly disappointed look in her eye (which translates to 'you should be embarrassed of yourself, and I look kind of sloppy' in mom-speak).

And I'm a little taken a back by this and whisper "no it doesn't" feeling a but hurt, because I thought I actually looked kind of nice, and I usually dont thinnk that about myself. Plus, no one else had said anything, so I thought I looked fine to everyone else too, but apparently not?

My mom just kind of says, "mmkay" with the same disappointed look on her face and goes back to cooking. I just kind of stand there for a second, trying to figure out whether I should go change or not. And I being the people pleaser that I am obviously chooses the former, and goes to change asking my grandmother to watch the boiling water while I do so. Then I come back and get back to cooking.

While changing, I kind of teared up a bit and went on a mini rant in my head. My hurt morphing into anger at my mom, and her statement. And I'm not entirely sure why? And now I feel super guilty about being angry at her at all.

But, idk? I'm probably being over dramatic! Honestly, I think I just needed to get this out there since I obviously can't tell anyone. They'll just think it's stupid! (Which it is, lol)

So, AITA for feeling the way I did?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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sbk-zgvlt · 10 months

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hi hi hi hello hello!!!!! i am MUNCHING on ur sebek and yuu au, if you’re feeling up to it could i ask what book three would look like???

love your work, and i hope your day is well!! make sure to drink some water and stretch ur back<333

thanks for reminding me to dirnk water i genuinely forget to do that and i need to take care of my voice for my recital 🙏🙏🙏

BOOK THREE LETS GO

Sebek and Yuu studied together in the library before the exams with Grim (Dia 3 was sitting in the lounge wondering where Sebek was for their study session)

Yeah thats it OKAY onto the part where they found out adeuce and grim got sea anemone'd

SEBEK IS SO BETRAYED. HE STUDIED WITH GRIM. HE THOUGHT HE WAS GETTING SOMEWHERE WITH THAT FUCKING CAT. HE GENUINELY TEARED UP (Yuu beat Grim's ass)

He shouted at Adeuce that theyre fucking idiots, they knew what they were getting into, theyre idiots again, take the L, you buried your own grave (Highly exaggerated)

Sebek told Deuce that he thought he was smarter than this. turns out he was just like Ace. "I'm not mad, I'm disappointed." Sebek says, clearly fucking MAD as hell

Deuce genuinely felt guilty because nah man why is sebek nagging him like a mom 💀💀💀

They decide to help them out 🙄🙄🙄 ONLY because Grim was with them though (Thats a lie)

They tried to meet with Azul but Jack AND Sebek got forced to work to help out Adeuce and Grim

Jade tried to make Sebek play waiter but he genuinely could NOT hold up a social interaction (He almost teared up talking to a customer) (The customer felt pity on him)

...he made Sebek work in the kitchen (HE IS IN HIS ELEMENT HE IS THRIVING) (Jade wonders if he can get Azul to employ him)

The finally meet with Azul!!! Blah blah blah contract blah blah blah. They give Sebek the same water-breathing potion. Sebek looked weird when he accepted it from them but no one paid too much attention

When theyre at the mirror everyone drinks the potion except Sebek. Yuu wanted to ask why but then the potion did its work 🔥🔥🔥 Everyone travelled to the Coral Sea

Everyones safe and sound before Yuu remembers that SEBEK DIDNT DRINK THE POTION. BUT HE STILL JUMPED IN AFTER THEM. They panic before realizing that Sebek is...okay in the water????

CROC FORM BABY 🔥🔥 Yuu finds out that Sebek is half crocodile (the fae part still being unknown to them)

He actually helps them hold out a bit longer against the tweels, but sebek acknowledges that theyre at a disadvantage here. He gets everyone to retreat

He tries to stop the others when they want to get into azul's office to get the contracts 🙏🙏🙏he just cant wrap his head around WHY he has the vault out in the open like that in his office. not even curtains??? what the hell

He stays behind when they still go inside

Yuu meets Hornton again 🔥🔥🔥 Calls him by the nickname. Malleus is amused, before shaking his head and asking whats got them troubled. At the end of their talk Malleus almost asks how Sebek is doing but cuts himself off.

blah blah blah yuu's gutsy plan blah blah blah AZUL OVERBLOT 🔥🔥

im going to take a LOT of creative liberties with his overblot because i want his fight to be underwater 🙏🙏🙏Sebek uses his croc form to help Yuu get to Azul. "Wont Yuu drown immediately" Remember the water potion that Sebek didnt use? YEAHHH. YEAHHHHH

They snap him out of it when Yuu and Sebek coincidentally find a picture from the yearbook that has Azul floating around the water while trying to swim to him. They hand it to the tweels and they show it to Azul, shouting shit about how whether he was the Azul from then and now, theyre yet to find him boring (Theyll never find him boring). "Pretty lame youre overblotting now though lol" "Floyd."

Azul's tragic backstory 🔥🔥🔥Yuu finally realizes Sebek is somehow with them when they see this. Sebek looks uncomfortable when Azul reveals he was bullied and WHY he was bullied

THEY DID IT WAHOO!!!! When Azul complains about the yearbook photo, Sebek mutters something about knowing how he feels. Yuu is the only one to hear this

Leona says if its normal that Grim is trying to eat a stone. Sebek immediately pounces on Grim to get the stone out

Sebek tries to go to Diasomnia again to see if the door's still locked, Hornton's here again!!! Thanks them for the advice, before they hear Silver trying to find Malleus. Malleus doesnt disappear right after though, so Silver walks off to try and find him somewhere else

They finish their conversation and Yuu hears the front door closing and opening. Yuu grumbles to themselves saying that Sebek probably got locked out again. "I swear if I meet his Wakasama I'm going to beat his ass" Hornton whistles

Malleus leaves and Sebek comes inside Ramshackle looking sad. "Locked again?" "...yeah" They stay up a bit to share stories with each other. (And to get Sebek's mind off of Diasomnia)

#twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #twst #twst sebek #sebek twisted wonderland #twst sebek zigvolt #my asks!#the crocodile cat and yuu #twst yuu

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dollfacedsl1ut · 7 months

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YANDERE PROMPTS

(Send in the anon section then type the number and the idol you want me to write about)

“I’m doing this out of love”

“Go on, I wanna hear you say it”

“It’ll be the family we’ve always wanted the one I’ve been trying to hard for”

“See? It’s not that uncomfortable as you thought right”

“Pretend it never happened I hate seeing you so scared”

“Im doing this because it’s best, you don’t realize now but soon you will”

“Lemme see that pretty smile”

“Did you sleep well?, don’t lie to me I watched you”

“stop trying to leave it’s no use”

“Why won’t you love me?

“I can provide for you so you’ll say with me forever”

“I’ll give you one more chance to stop resisting”

��Don’t cry over them they never deserved you”

“Don’t cry like that it almost made me feel guilty”

“Stop giving me that look! Stop looking at me like I’m some monster”

“We were made for each other why cant you see that”

“I asked a question, If you knew what was good for you, you’d answer”

“Why do you let me them stare at you like that do you want attention that badly”

“You aren’t a saint, you’re just as worse as me”

“Please!, give it to me”

“Where’d this attitude come from”

“I know baby I’m right here, just breathe”

“don’t tease me”

“I can kiss all the pain away”

“I could Kill you right now so behave”

“why are you so damn stubborn”

“Just take it”

“Do you think I enjoy hurting you?”

“Is it really that hard to love me?”

“I wish you’d let me have you”

“Let me show you how much I love you”

“You’re so cute when you’re struggling”

“We can be happy together”

“You aren’t glint without me”

“Tell me how much you love me”

“Why’re crying aren’t you happy to be with me”

“You’re all I ever think about”

“Don’t be stupid, you won’t be any fun if you’re dead”

“Sit there prettily while I go and collect your ransom”

“I’m not gonna kill you, they’ll think you did it yourself”

“Try and run again, I swear I’ll break the other one”

“I’ve got enough blood on my hands already”

“Stop whining they’ll hear”

“ You don’t wanna disappoint me do you??”

“Angel I don’t like violence, don’t make me do this”

“I’ll soundproof the walls isn’t that romantic”

“Should I make you a pretty corner in the basement”

“I’m sorry sweetie it was just precaution I’ll warn you next time”

“I’ve been holding myself back for you don’t be so mean”

“Shh it was just a bad dream go back to bed let the poison take over”

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midnightdevotion · 2 years

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Brothers Best Friend

Iceman x reader (wolfman's sister) callsign sunshine

Requested @nsvsbd

Warnings: um a sick punch? slider being a dick?

a/n: I am so sorry this took so long, i was up super late working on it and then wanted to make sure it wasn't garbage before posting, thank you for reading!!

Leo always had one rule for you, do not date his friends. It was a mutual rule you two had growing up together considering you were close in age. This rule only became more serious when you both went into the navy to become pilots.

It was never really a problem for you, you found most navy men obnoxious. Most of the time you were stationed away from each other anyway. So when you were both called back to top gun together you were elated. It had been 10 months since you'd last seen your brother.

You walk into the bar near base scanning the crowd for Leo. Spotting him by the bar you grin and make your way over to him.

"wolfie" you shout, you see his shoulders tense. He turns quickly.

"sunshine what are you doing here?" the shock on his face makes you laugh.

"what did you think they wouldn't call for me? we both know I'm the better sibling" He rolls his eyes at you, it's then that you notice the blonde and some giant laughing next to him.

"well hi there, I'm sunshine" Your sweet southern accent comes out thick in that moment.

"Im Iceman" the blonde grins at you, you can't help the passing thought that he is beautiful, and the disappointment that he's Leo's friend.

"I'm slider" You're tempted to ask if this man even fits in the planes.

It doesn't take you long to mesh in with your brother and his friends. Though you do sneak off every once in a while to catch up with old pilot friends of your own. The night ends quicker than you wanted it too, but you find yourself in bed thinking of beautiful blue eyes and smile that takes your breath away.

___

It's been a week, and it has been one grueling torturous week. You finally have a day off and your idea of a good time is to sit your ass on the beach with adult drinks by yourself. You should have figured everyone else would've come to the beach too.

It's not long before none other than a giant man who has taken to getting on your nerves more than anyone else is blocking the sun from you.

"oh of course you are here" you groan

"oh don't lie to me, you know if i'm here so is ice"

"oh and why would I care about that?" you quirk up a brow at him and he just laughs.

"we both know you like him so let's not pretend." You glare at him. From the corner of your eye you see ice and leo walking up to you.

"Sunny! what are you doing here?" your brother seems genuinely happy that his favorite people are all here, and you feel so guilty that you caught stupid feelings for his friends. You can't do anything about it, your pact, your brother is more important than minor feelings.

You play this dance all day, you and ice get a moment to yourself and you tease sure, but there is no actual bite to your words. Slider corners you and irritates you about your feelings, those comebacks do in fact have a bite. Your brother comes back around and suddenly everyone is on their best behavior.

You should have realized Ice would notice this pattern too. What you don't realize about this pattern is that every time ice is with someone else he's asking about you.

"what is going on with you and slider?" it's a brief moment in the day where you two got a moment of peace, your brother and slider playing in the waves.

"what do you mean?"

"I mean he looks like a kid on christmas every time you talk but you look like you'd rather be six feet under?" You grumble something about how you would in fact rather be six feet under than talk to him.

"he just likes to get on my last nerve is all" and ice wouldn't admit it but he hates how often he sees you with slider, is there something going on with him?

Logically he thinks, there's no way, with everyone else you are so sassy and you mean every word, yet with him you are so sweet.

"If he's too much let me know, I can tell him to back off" he's nervous as to what slider is saying to you too, after slider figured out his crush on you he's been worried he would say something and make it weird.

"Don't worry, I can handle him" and you send a sweet smile his way, the kind that makes his heart pound a little faster and a smile take over his own face.

He didn't realize how true your words of taking care of yourself were though.

It was three days after your day off at the beach, you were in the locker room after a particularly brutal day. Slider, apparently never knowing when to back off continued to pester.

"hey shortcake, I dropped my bag can you grab it seeing as you're so close to the ground" you roll your eyes at him and shove past him.

"that's not very nice shortie" he mumbles. He also catches the way your jaw clenches. So he moves closer, resting his arm on your head.

"would you rather me tease you about your little crush on I-" and you are punching him the face right in front of everybody. A sickening crack sounds in the startlingly quiet room.

The shock on everyones face as blood drips from sliders nose is palpable. You shake your fist, knowing you will have a bruised hand tomorrow.

"fuck off slider" and with that you stalk out of the locker room. It's maybe ten minutes later than you get a knock on your room door. You open it, expecting to be berated by a commanding officer, and instead find ice, ironically holding ice out for you.

"figured your hand might need this?" you let out a disbelieving laugh.

"i just broke your friends nose and you're checking on me?" you swear you see the hint of a blush come up his cheeks.

"it was a killer punch, but slider will be fine" you quirk a brow at this.

"I mean you'll be fine too but... I just wanted to check on you, I know he's been an ass to you." You snort at that. You are use to jokes, usually about being a girl or being short or whatever else, but you don't want to be the brunt of school girl crush jokes for the rest of your time here and he was about to make that a reality. Of course you can't tell that to the man standing before you, seeing as he's the one you've got a school girl crush on.

Tom reaches for you hand to assess the damage done, his touch sending tingles up your arm and making your breath catch. Of course luck isn't on your side and he hears it.

"did I hurt you?" and there's panic behind his eyes, the way he's being so gentle with you has your heart pounding.

"I-uhm- no no you didn't" You see his shoulders relax slightly as he slowly starts pressing gently on your hand.

"It doesn't feel like anything's broken but it's gonna be tender for a few days" When he looks up at you, you realize how close you two had gotten, your hand still gently in his grasp.

You see his beautiful eyes flicker down to your lips. You can't really tell if your heart is beating faster or if it stopped all together. You feel like time freezes as you see him tilt his head, moving closer and closer to you.

"stop!" he pulls back abruptly.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." he looks embarrassed and hurt and you have to put him out of his misery.

"It's not that I don't want you to kiss me.... Leo and I have a pact. I can't date his friends and he can't date mine" you did not expect him to burst out laughing at this.

"Leo is the one that has been harassing me to make a move all week." Your mouth drops open.

"He what!" He laughs at the shock on your face before stepping closer to you again. His hand lands on your cheek in a gentle caress.

"does that mean I can kiss you now?" and all you can muster is a gentle nod.

It's safe to say Leo and Slider are childish little shits, but it lead to this and you wouldn't trade it for anything, not when his lips feel like everything you have ever dreamed of. It felt like you were home.

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spaceyflowers · 4 months

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hi!! im still alive!! + updates on this blog

first: i would like to apologize for disappearing without a word for like. nearly a year. im terribly sorry for any worry i've caused T_T;;

honestly i have no good excuse for disappearing like i did especially without reason (not that im obligated to let everyone know my business but i did have a "i wont randomly disappear!" sentiment and yet... here i am) but in a nutshell, its basically: fandom shifts, college, and guilt.

if you want to know about the future of this blog fandom wise;

still going to be a lookism/viral hit blog (havent caught up yet) but most likely wont be as active in the fandom anymore;;; thinking of sticking as a lookism blog until that series ends but who knows when it will so i might eventually just change fandoms 😭

please dont feel bad about unfollowing or anything!! curate what u wanna see with who u follow, i take no personal offense, even if we've been long time mutuals!! ><

fandom shifts will probably be more common; i have this weird thing where i cant focus on multiple interests or i get stressed;; so i get obsessed with one thing for months/years but then once i lose interest and move on, its likely i wont return to it unless something triggers it. thats why i dont think "multifandom" fits me, i'll always be fandom focused, its just the fandom focus changes 😭

p.s. sorry if im being dramatic about this (i feel like a youtuber who got canceled writing an apology 😭😭) i just feel like i owe yall an explanation </3

if you're curious about me, i've left that under the cut;

got into a new interest which made me stop looking at lookism/viral hit stuff -> knowing my blogs are lookism focused, i decided to take a "break"

couldnt get myself back into lookism after my "break" ended -> couldnt get myself back on tumblr

started to feel guilty because i havent been active in a long while

senior year ending, school takes my priorities -> summer break comes, i swear i'll apologize on tumblr but guilt eats away at me and then i have to do college stuff

become a little active on tiktok, start feeling more guilty because im active there but not on tumblr

college begins, get busy with college stuff -> during breaks, swear i'll apologize on tumblr pt 2 but the guilt has piled up so much it feels like the equivalent of when a person cant get themself to reopen their animal crossing new leaf game because they havent touched it in a long time

first college semester ends, winter break starts -> finally convince myself to get over it and start typing all this up

once again im really sorry T_T i was not made for the content creator life bc i cant stay active for shit + i feel so bad gaining followers for one thing but once i move on from that one thing, it feels like im disappointing a lot of ppl even tho i know i dont owe strangers on the internet anything- im just repeating myself now but yknow

oh and for anyone curious: my current fandom is dmc <3

#adrien shush #thank you for reading this post !!!! T_T <33 #going to check my inbox and dms in a bit!!

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aemiron-main · 1 year

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realization about eddie’s death

ok so remember when the duffers/st team said that eddie’s death would have major implications/effects for s5? this might be a stretch but i think those implications could actually tie into a.) gay mike reveal and b.) mike getting vecna’d in some way (not necessarily in the typical way but yknow). i’ve talked abt this in other posts, which i cant find rn so im gonna explain it again, but mike’s feelings for eddie are also paralled to his feelings for will via the soundtrack and the video store movie poster choices.

long story short: in s3 and s4, the video store posters each represent a character. Mike’s poster is “coca cola kid,” but WILL’S is “teen wolf,” and the character parallels will in many ways, especially in the way that being a werewolf is DIRECTLY paralleled to being gay in the movie, like the main character literally ‘comes out’ as a werewolf and his friend is like ‘are you gonna tell me you’re a fag?’ and the main character is like ‘no im a werewolf actually.’ so, how does this tie to eddie? teen wolf. teenage werewolf. ‘i was a teenage werewolf’ by the cramps is one of the songs that plays during eddie’s cafeteria scene. but the other song that plays is ‘fever,’ also by the cramps. imo, ‘fever’ is about mike’s crush towards eddie, esp considering the lyrics about love and kissing that play during scenes with mike and eddie specifically, demonstrating that attraction, but then ‘teenage werewolf’ links that attraction to Will, too, and how mike feels the same way about Will that he does about Eddie- caveat, Mike is not ‘in love’ with eddie, but IS with Will, but ‘feels the same way,’ simply in terms of being attracted to both of them/thinking gay thoughts LMAO. plus, there’s also a MOVIE called ‘i was a teenage werewolf,’ just like the song, and just like how teen wolf is a movie.

and so, i think that the feelings of attraction are shared but also therefore that the feeling of GUILT about both will and eddie is also going to be shared. not just guilt for being interested in will/eddie/guilt for being gay. i don’t think that’s enough for mike to come out/be targeted by vecna and possibly OUTED, something i also talked about in this post in terms of why mike likely wont admit his sexuality and may end up being outed and how that ties into a mike fake death.

anway, it’s not just guilt over mike’s feeling for will and eddie or his guilt for being gay because imo that’s not quite enough for vecna to end him: it’s guilt over eddie and will’s disappearances and deaths too. think about it. two people that mike had gay feelings for. both having died/disappeared due to the upside down. troy’s comments about ‘fairyland’ and tying the deaths of people like will and eddie to queerness. mike, who has enough evidence from lonnie and the bullying to suspect that WILL was gay, and in mikes mind maybe could’ve been targeted for that gayness outside of mike’s feelings for him- but mike doesn’t have much reason to suspect that EDDIE was gay/queer. So, in mike’s mind, if being targeted/killed by the UD is associated with queerness, then where does the queerness come in? oh right. from mike’s crush on him. it’s mike’s fault, in mike’s mind. Mike, finding out about Eddie’s death in s5, trying to talk with Dustin and Lucas about it, and Dustin’s guilt because he was THERE, trying to save Eddie, and Dustin and Lucas not understanding why Mike seems to feel so guilty, and Mike can’t say it, can’t explain his guilt, so it just festers inside of him just like it did for Max and Fred.

Vecna’s victims all seem to have some sort of guilt, but the way that vecna approaches people like Fred and Max, who have guilt related to somebody’s death is actually different from the way that he approaches people like Chrissy, who don’t have that guilt related to somebody’s death (and we don’t see his interactions with Patrick, but we do see that Patrick’s guilt/suicidality is tied to disappointing his family and his father’s abuse towards him, rather than towards having been responsible for anyone’s death) When it comes to Chrissy, he talks about just bringing her suffering to an end. He says “don’t cry, Chrissy. It’s time for your suffering to end.” When it comes to Max and Fred, though? To Fred, Vecna just says “I want you to join me.” To Max, Vecna says “Time for you to join me.”

People who have guilt about somebody’s death get ‘asked’ to join Henry, but he’s not really asking, he’s TELLING, he’s saying that he wants fred to join him, that it’s TIME for max to join him. And I think that Mike is going to be one of those people, and that Henry is going to ask mike to ‘join him,’ and how that ties into something else I talked abt in this post about how I think that we’re going to get a scene where mike ‘chooses’ to die, so that his suicidality is narratively tied up without having to show him making a typical non supernatural active suicide attempt, and so that Mike gets to fulfill his hero complex. It seems like a choice for Mike, like he’s getting ASKED to join henry, but it’s not really a choice at all, it’s the illusion of choice. Which ties into something I’ve also talked about in regards to mike being suicidal but also pushed towards that suicidality by the actions and attitudes of his family + by the homophobic rhetoric he’s internalized + by the bullying. It’s like how he makes the CHOICE to step off of the cliff in s1, but he’s verbally pushed towards making that choice by the bullies, it’s like the bullies irl who bully queer people to the point of suicide instead of actively murdering them. We also see a LOT of the red-blue light imagery around mike specifically during the hellfire game: the same red-blue light imagery that we see in eddie’s trailer, and specifically behind eddie, actually, the night that chrissy dies. But why am I bringing this up if i’m saying that Mike is going to get attacked in a different way than Chrissy was/that chrissy’s isnt tied to somebody’s death and Mike’s is? Because it’s an EDDIE death flag, not a chrissy one. Chrissy was already screwed by the time we see those red and blue lights in the trailer, and we see them RIGHT behind Eddie’s head specifically. And so, Mike having that same pattern of lights behind HIS head during the hellfire game? Not only is it a mike death flag tied to Vecna, but it’s a mike death flag tied to EDDIE, the same death flag as eddie, which doesnt mean that he’ll die in the same WAY as eddie, but instead, that Mike’s death will be tied to eddie’s somehow, which fits in with what i’ve said about mike’s guilt about eddie’s death and the links to other deaths + mike’s queerness/feelings for both eddie and will. It’s also interesting to me that Barb got killed by Henry, but Nancy did not. In terms of queerness, Barb was the one with a crush on Nancy, and it got her killed/targeted by Henry. Mike had a crush on eddie/is in love with Will, and so it may very well result in the same thing, in terms of Henry attacking Mike.

and again, like i talked about in this post, mike is linked to will’s disappearance via his queerness in terms of being the ‘other queer’ that troy talks about and how the other queer is also henry, yes, but its also mike, and how the ‘flying around in fairyland with all the other fairies’ scene serves to demonstrate that the reason that mike is tied to will’s disappearance via the ‘other queer’ comment and how the bullies start targeting mike right after they talk about the ‘other queer’ and how the scene finally focuses on mike after that to, isnt because mike is the other who kidnapped will, but rather, because he’s also queer. the ‘other fairies’ comment serves to expand the idea of ‘other queer’ beyond Henry, and into people like Barb, too, with the ‘other fairies,’ comment, which means that Mike can be included in ‘other queer/other fairies’ and paralelled to that without ONLY being paralleled to henry bc again the point isnt ‘mike kidnapped will/is like henry,’ the point is ‘mike is also queer.’ As well, with that inital parallel between mike and henry both being the “other queer,” it narratively ties mike to a sense of responsibility/guilt for will’s disappearance, esp since it was mike’s house that Will left, even though it wasn’t his fault. So, Mike’s queerness is tied to will’s disappearance already via Troy’s dialogue choices and the choices of focusing on Mike in those scenes every single time that ‘other queer’ or ‘other fairies’ is brought up. like it doesn’t even focus on mike’s reaction when troy says that will is dead during the first homophobic bullying scene (the one where mike gets pushed), but it DOES focus on mike IMMEDIATELY after queerness is brought into the conversation. again i go into this in way more depth in that linked post. So my point is: there’s already an existing narrative link between mike’s queerness and will’s disappearance and a sense of guilt. And I think that the same is going to apply to Eddie after Mike finds out about Eddie’s death. And like I talked about in one of the posts I linked, Mike imo is more likely to be outed than to come out on his own terms I think, esp in regards to the themes of his character and his queerness and what his character represents in those regards. So, Vecna attacking Mike based not just on his feelings for Will, but instead his queerness as a whole + a mike fake death? It addresses Mike’s suicidality, it addresses Mike’s sexuality outside of Will, which ties into gay mike and the milkvan breakup and into Byler getting together, but does it in a way where Byler getting together isn’t JUST tethered to the revelation of Mike’s sexuality and instead gets to stand on its own and be about Mike and Will’s love as individuals instead of just ‘oh yeah mike is gay and hes getting with will because will now knows mike’s gay despite the unresolved interpersonal tension between them regardless of sexuality’. Like again- Mike being queer IS paralleled to the cause of Will’s death/disappearance during those death scenes in S1. The ties are there, not just to Will’s queerness playing a role in his vanishing, but MIKE’S too, with him being featured as soon as the ‘other queer’ is mentioned, or the ‘other fairies,’ are mentioned, and how using both ‘other queer’ and ‘other fairies’ means that mike isn’t SOLELY paralled to henry/his queerness isn’t SOLELY tied to will’s vanishing, but it is tied to it in ADDITION to being tied to the ‘other fairies’ and positioning Mike alongside the victims (like barb and will) instead of just positioning him alongside henry (the other queer comment and the framing of mike immediately after that’s said and how it ties him to henry/ties mike’s queerness to will’s disappearance).

(obviously mikes feelings for will are way way deeper than his ones for eddie and he just had a crush on eddie but still.) Anyway! Much to think about.

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motheta · 5 months

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after much thought i think i give the Yu Yu Hakusho live action either a 5.5/10 or a 6/10...maybe a score higher depending on my mood.

I went into it thinking it was just going to be the spirit detective plus the Yukina rescue arc, but when I saw the trailer I noticed they were fighting Toguro so i was like...are we going straight to the dark tournament arc?

turns out that wasn't the case, and the live action adaptation was actually a mix of spirit detective, Yukina arc, AND a few important fights from dark tournament all blended together, and the producers did their own thing to tie it all in and basically made their own story with it, so basically there was added filler and many alterations. and while there WAS disappointing aspects to this (ex: what they did with genkai's character) I actually found myself quite impressed with how they pulled this off and tied everything together.

starting off with scenes I liked:

- kuwabara's introduction and his fight with yusuke. this scene was so funny and was adapted very well. the music in it was perfect and that drop kick yusuke gave him at the end made me laugh my ass off. totally how I would picture it playing out in live action

- the Smile Bomb needle drop that they threw in there coming from the truck driver's radio, loved that little easter egg

- kuwabara trying to stop yusuke from saving kurama because he doesn't want to lose yusuke again. and the exchange they had after with yusuke being like "earlier I was eating ramen, will you get another one for me?" and kuwabara laughs and says "alright fine" and runs up to him to throw his arm around him while some touching music was playing in the background, i thought that was so sweet and represented their dynamic well

- yusuke fighting the yokai in episode 2!!! some of the best fight choreography I've seen in a while. everything was incredibly dynamic and satisfying to watch. the cgi was also pretty good in this scene

- that one addition of keiko getting mad at yusuke and telling him he should go die in the scene right before he gets hit by the truck. and then her immediately feeling guilty for his death after the fact because she feels like it was her fault and those were her last words to him. I dont know why I really liked this part. it displayed a sort of survivors guilt that a lot of people feel while mourning the death of someone

- keiko in general in this adaptation was an absolute badass and I loved how they portrayed her! I would go as far as saying this adaptation of her is better than the manga and the anime...lol

- loved botan and koenma. I know a lot of people are saying they wish they kept him as a baby, which would be hilarious but how would they even go about doing that? not like they can get an infant on set to start reading lines.

now for things I didn't like...

- showing genkai's death so early on was such a mistake, I get that it was necessary for incorporating toguro vs yusuke but there was absolutely no emotional factor if she was just on for, what, 10 minutes?

- they shouldn't have tried to adapt dark tournament fights AT ALL if they were just going to put them in the same arc as the yukina rescue arc, it didn't really make sense. they basically got rid of the entire dark tournament arc as a whole

- the cgi was amazing in some scenes...and then questionable in other scenes...

- wasn't really impressed with hiei's character portrayal in this and im not sure why, the actor was great, but i didn't like his live action design and we didn't see much of his character

- no shizuru </3

- it was only 5 episodes and it could've been adapted as a movie especially if they intend on keeping it a stand alone show with one season

thats basically all of my thoughts towards it, If you're a fan of yu yu hakusho and you're hesitant to watch it, I still recommend it!! I found it to be very entertaining and I feel like it had more impressive moments over cringe/disappointing moments. Just go into it knowing its a slightly loose adaptation :)

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femwrldsstuff · 1 month

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A greaser as a secret "friend"

Johnny was walking home after being out. He was kicking a rock while he was walking and his hands were in his pocket. It was a cold autumn night..around 8pm or so. Johnny heard a noise behind him and he stopped walking, quickly turning around and gripping the switchblade in his pocket, but he relaxed when he noticed the noise was just from YN, dropping their book. He quickly went over and picked it up for her.

YN looked at him,smiling kindly as always.

Oh that damn smile. Johnny thought....

YN was a soc,a girl he met at the cinema a few months ago.

Since then they hung around almost every week,of course in secret.

If someone knew a Greaser was seeing a soc,they would freak out....his gang would be quite disappointed in him and so would YN's rich friends (and mostly her family) be.

Johnny smiled back, seeming happy to see her. He handed YN her book and then quickly looked around, seeming to try to hide something. But no one was out there, he was just being careful. “Hey.” He muttered.

YN sighed awkwardly,i really liked him. "Hey,are you ashamed of me?"

"Is that why you never even look at me when you are with your "gang"?" She muttered.

YN was a soc,greasers did not trust her,that's why she thought he was 'ignoring' her,because maybe he didnt want his gang to know he had some kind of friendship with a rich kid.

“No, no I'm not.” Johnny rushed to comfort YN, a bit guilty that she thought he wasn't liking her. She was someone important to him and he couldn't let her believe he didn't like her. "I'm sorry I don't talk to you when others are around. That's just how it is, they can't know about us. If they knew they would hate me."

"Yeah but,I made really big steps....my friends saw me with you!"

"They judged me for being "friends" with a greaser but still,I stayed." YN sighed. "I think you should maybe try,maybe I could introduce myself?"

“I don't know if they could handle it, they have their beliefs and I just…” Johnny realized he was getting a bit flustered. He loved YN, this was so new to him, he never had something this serious. But he knew he wanted to make it work. “Let me just....ugh i dont know!” He was confused and annoyed,why should he even be scared to tell his friends?

Shouldn't they just be happy for him?!

She sighed. "Alright,fine....I'll do it myself!" YN said and without hesitating,she turned around and walked away.

Leaving Johnny speechless.

The next day YN was walking by the cinema,where all the greasers where that day.

YN was walking with her soc friends,wearing fancy clothes and quite expensive.

When they walked past them she smiled at Johnny,turning back to look at him one last time as she walked away.

YN did it on purpose,she wanted that the other greasers saw that, and they clearly did as they all looked at Johnny.

Every greaser looked at Johnny, "You know her?" Dallas asked,quite irritated.

Johnny looked up at him "No...." he lied,clearly really bad.

Every greaser faked an understanding look but they did not believe him,not for a second.

The same night YN and her friends entered the same diner the greasers where in,she quickly saw them but only really focused on Johnny.

Johnny could see YN and her friends as they walked into the diner and he could feel his friends tense up at the sight of them. For a moment he felt like maybe he was doing the wrong thing, but as he looked over at YN and she smiled at him and gave him a small wave, he felt his doubts vanish. That smile always melted away any negativity he felt.

But still,his friends looked like they were about to kill or something.

YN walked up to them and smiled,they all glared at her but still they had to be careful "Im sorry to disturb but I need to borrow Johnny for a few minutes." She joked and giggled,taking Johnny's hand and making him follow her to the bathroom.

Johnny went with her willingly, knowing that they needed to have a private discussion. All his friends were staring at him, giving him looks like he was going to be in HUGE trouble. As soon as they were in the bathroom, he looked at her, waiting for her to explain what she needed to talk about.

As soon as they were alone,YN kissed him.

Johnny was shocked at first but kissed her back.

The taste of cigarettes was strong as YN kissed him but she didn't mind,she thought it was kinda hot.

She loved how Johnny smelled like cigarettes and cologne.

Soon,she pulled away "Omg they looked like thay were about to kill you...." YN chuckled.

........

After that evening,Johnny had the courage to tell the greasers about his secret "friend" that was actually his girlfriend.

They surely weren't happy at first but when they finally talked to her propely....they kinda started liking her.

YN was sure allowed now to hangout with Johnny without someone getting mad. (Or atleast on Johnny's side,YN's family still didnt know anything.)

........

Months passed now and the greasers were now totally comfortable around her,trusting her.

Dallas would always tease Johnny about how clingy he was acting towards YN but Johnny would just ignore him.

After all,all that counted was that he was happy.

Hope y'all liked my first fanfic♡

Ps.love ya!

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