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svtcrus · 7 months
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unlawful duties || neuvillette x fem!reader
a/n : Im going against myself and ended up writing this big crazy ass smut of neuvillette. I WANT HIM SO BADDDD
disclaimer : dom!neuvillette , extremely sexual descriptions, implications of bondage nd choking , office s3x , slight aftercare
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"im sorry but the chief of justice is busy right now madam!"
"really.. monsieur neuvillette? agh are you sure?" the beautiful blonde lady who is well known as the president of the spina di rosula was pestering poor sedene. arguing with the unfortunate melusine whose trying to prevent her from entering. navia completely doubtful at how the chief of justice was busy. when all he does is "stay cooped up in his office, if he's not in his playhouse" she quotes.
and while the madamoiselle is not wrong in some aspects, this very chief was busy with a different case.
"be quiet darling, seems like miss navia is right outside." here you were bent over the desk that is scattered with piles of paperwork, the feeling of a slender gloved hand trailing along your bare back. lips bitten harshly to the point of them bleeding, holding back any noise.
however your efforts are in vain upon the force of another hand gripping onto your neck pulling you up. the feeling of neuvillette's hot breath lingering near your ear, your forced to listen to the inappropriate words of the monsieur himself.
"you wouldn't want her to hear how dirty your moans are now would she?" he licks your neck before his lips find your sweet spot, suckling on your skin making you whimper through red stained lips.
this man who withholds so much power of the nation of justice has you wrapped around his own finger. has you bent over his very desk moaning his name loud beneath him, and it's making him go insane.
he breaks his composure at the very sight of you, feeling his breath hitch as his eyes linger between those crystal eyes and your soft lips.
those same lips which he kisses feverishly as he pounds himself into you, concealing your loud cries which beg him for more.
neuvillette's stamina is unpredictable just as he is mysterious. he could go on for hours of him shoving himself into you sweet cunt that's swallowing him ever so well. your walls which squeeze him so tight as he's pushing you further onto his desk, the court papers now long gone amidst the floor. he simply cannot get enough of you.
the chief's clothes are loosened, his white scarf is now used as restraints for your dainty hands. his own two? they are feeling every crevice of your body up from behind. his hand kneads against the plump of your ass, boldly pushing it to see your wetness engulfing him. your slick intermingling with his as he enters and exits your swollen hole. he could see all his love marks tracing from your neck and along your shoulder line, the sight makes him swell.
neuvillette lets out a breathy hiss as he feels your velvet walls tighten around him once more.
"s-so dirty for me darling. not caring if we..- ahhh, get caught.." low growls are leaving his mouth, the sound of skin touching skin echoing amongst the office. the attempts of being quiet long gone. you're moaning, whining, begging, his honor for more.
"please monsieur..."
"please what my love? I need you to use your words sweetheart." two of his long fingers are shoved in between the plump of your lips, you can taste yourself. all while he pounds one more time with his obscene force, before halting. awaiting for you to beg for his cock for his own pleasure.
"harder-mmf! please.. fuck me!" immediately he's back in his feverish rhythm, snapping into you like it's his last time fucking you.
"profanity is forbidden here sweetheart." he manages to say through clenched teeth, both of his hands now gripping onto your hips harshly.
hah, proper etiquette? the fact that you and the chief of justice are performing such debauchery in his place of work? the mannerful thought was long gone in neuvillettes head the moment you had pushed his buttons. now he's enjoying every second of ramming into you in his open office, where someone could very much catch you two committing an unlawful act at any time.
neuvillettes's ego rises at the sight of your naked back is covered in his slick, his godly handsome face is blushed from his efforts. long silver locks disheveled, his bangs damp from sweat. your cunt is dripping cum onto his hardwood floors, oh how will he explain such a mess to sedene?
"ah.. is sex also forbid-" you gasp at the sudden action of him pushing one leg up onto his table, solely so he can push even more deeper into you.
he's hitting all the right spots inside, nudging against the part you need him most and it's driving you crazy. his length proves it all, and god is he so big. you can feel him pulse within you as you both find release. your lover grunts while his wet fingers begin to fondle your clit. motioning them in the way he knows to make you quiver. all while he's leaning down to kiss you, as his seed makes you feel so full.
you could feel the bruises beginning to form on your lower back, his length now long gone. your legs still shaking upon orgasm.
"I hate you..." you manage to say between heavy breaths, your hands are finally freed from his scarf.
your nakedness is replaced with warmth, his coat being draped over you as situate yourself. your lover is already back in his dress pants, and a buttoned up shirt. you glare at him once reality has struck your head. yet he only smiles at you as he begins to clean you up from his mess.
"are you pressing charges on me now after you begged for my cock so well?" neuvillette whispers, those purple orbs are looking down at you. displaying how much lust he still has in him.
blushing at his sudden remark, he lets out a low chuckle.
"you love me sweetheart, lying is a crime you know?"
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@svtcrus || 08.16.2023
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bkgml · 3 months
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Omg! Just found your profile and I literally fell in love with your writing, it’s AMAZING! That’s why I’m here to request a Bakugo x fem!reader where the reader has a telekinesis quirk and overworks herself during practice. After that Katsuki can’t seem to find her anywhere until he searches in her room and find her in bed with lights off and just enter protective boyfriend mode? Thank you so much, hope you’ll write it! 🧡🧡🧡
you felt your head pounding as you stare down at the gym mat. you’ve been training heavily all afternoon and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your limit.
“yn, you good?” sero asks stepping closer to your hunched over form.
your eyebrows furrow and your ears ring. god your head is pounding.
“yeah.” you mutter weakly, breathing deeply through your nose.
“you’ve trained enough for today, go rest up for the test tomorrow.” he says sternly.
“no i’m good, one more round.” you say, standing to your full height in an attempt to mask your pain.
“you’re gonna fucking pass out. go upstairs.” he says, pushing you gently in the direction of the gym doors.
“fine fine i’m going.” you laugh weakly, stumbling outside.
“and drink some fucking water!” he yells.
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“i’m gonna kick your ass.” katsuki snarls.
kirishima just knocked him down and katsuki is not happy.
“bro, you’re getting weaker.” kirishima teases, way to poke the beast.
katsuki launches into another attack, pummeling kirishima.
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after your quick shower, you stumbled into bed and pulled out your phone.
*calling: katsuki <3*
straight to voicemail.
you sigh, trying to relax, but the stress of your combat test as well as your sore muscles are forcing you to stay awake.
*calling: serooo*
“yo, yn! this fight is crazy, kirishima and bakugou are killing it!”
“nice!” you attempt to sound excited, but you feel like shit.
“…so, katsuki’s still training then?” you say sadly.
“uh yeah he is, do you want me to get him though?” he offers.
“no, it’s okay. just tell him to call me when he’s free, okay?”
“yeah, course. bye, feel better!” he cheers.
“bye sero.” you mumble, arm flopping back on the bed.
you’re so frustrated. you just want to relax and sleep but you can’t manage to.
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“hey bakugou.” sero says, running up to him after katsuki finishes sparring.
“hm?” he hums while chugging his water.
“yn told me to tell you to call her.” katsuki’s eyes furrow.
“where is she?” he asks.
“she’s in her dorm. she overworked herself during training, looked like shit.” he replies.
katsuki frowns deeply, pushing past sero and through the gym doors.
“fuckin told her… don’t overwork yourself… just can’t listen.” he grumbles, trudging in the direction of your dorm.
he creaks your door open slowly to not wake you.
“suki?” you murmur, head lifting to peer at your door.
“what are you doing up?” he sighs.
“can’t sleep.” you whine.
“yn i told you not to fuckin overwork yourself.” he grumbles, shutting the door behind him.
“i’m just really stressed out right now, kats. ‘m sorry.”
he sighs, walking over to thread his fingers through your hair.
“i know angel. we can train more tomorrow, you just need to rest properly in between spars, okay?” he says, kissing your forehead softly.
you nod and grab his hand.
“come here.” you whisper, eyes flicking up to his.
“i’m so sweaty. gonna have a quick shower.” he explains and you frown lightly.
“5 minutes. just rest, alright?” he kisses your head before walking into your bathroom.
you try to breathe and relax to the white noise of the shower but your headache overpowers your exhaustion.
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“why aren’t you asleep?” he frowns, grabbing boxers from a drawer he occupies.
“i can’t, im too nervous for the test.” you frown, getting frustrated.
“you’re going to pass, i promise.” he says, dragging the towel over his hair while walking over to you.
your frustration builds tears in your eyes causing you to turn away from him.
katsuki sighs, climbing into bed and cradling you gently.
quiet sobs fill the room and you bring your hand up to harshly wipe at your eyes.
“let me kiss you.” he mumbles into your shoulder.
you turn in his grip and bury your face into his chest.
you remain there until your tears stop and you lift your head to look into his eyes, pecking his lips.
he stops you from pulling away by resting his hand on the back of your head, thumb rubbing up and down to massage your scalp.
you sigh into the kiss and feel your eyelids grow heavy.
“sleep now.” he murmurs against your hairline.
you nose at his jaw softly, tucking your face into his neck.
“night.”
he cradles you in his arms.
“night.” he says, smiling against your scalp.
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kylelovskii · 5 months
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the real question is Kyle more or less of a lil shit once he gets the girl? like you can't tell me that boy doesn't own a remote controlled vibe... -mk anon
this request is so old but IDC!!!!
and he does. 100%.
i wrote this half asleep so im sorry if it sucks and if there’s errors
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“cmon, pretty thing. just once? i promise i won’t use it much, and if i do, i won’t turn it up so high.”
liar. fucking liar.
kyle had sweet talked you into putting a vibrator inside yourself, then going to a party with all of the guys. he promised he wouldn’t turn it on very much, he just wanted to test it out, and you believed him, which is why you let him. but you were so, so wrong.
there you stood, talking with wendy and bebe. everything was going perfect, and you really thought kyle had just forgotten about it, but then you felt the slightest sensation between your legs go to not so slight.
your hand flew to your mouth, which caused wendy to stop mid sentence and look at you. “hey, are you okay? you look like you’re about to be sick,” she asked. you nodded frantically. “yeah—yes! ah— i just— um..got a sharp..c—cramp in my stomach. i’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you replied before rushing off, trying not to let whines and whimpers escape from your mouth.
you rounded a corner into a hallway where, thankfully, no one was. you sighed loudly, sinking down to the floor. “oh god, kyle— stop, stop, stop…”
“what’s that? stop what?” you heard a voice come from down the hall. you snapped your head into the direction of the noise.
there kyle stood, his hands into the pocke yes of his grey sweatpants and his glasses perched upon his nose. you looked him up and down, noticing how his white wife beater hugged his waist perfectly.
“you— you said you wouldn’t do it much. and that if you did— it wouldn’t be so high!” you said, not even bothering to stand up and go to him. instead, he came to you and knelt down, taking your chin in his hand. “oh, i guess i tricked you. poor girl.”
then he grabbed your hand and pulled you up. “why don’t we go back to the party, huh? i think our friends miss us. i don’t think it would be very polite to abandon everyone just so i could toy with you,” he said as he led you back to the group he was originally with. as you walked, the vibrations slowly came to a halt. when it stopped, you sighed in relief.
kyle held your hand as he spoke with cartman, the two of them bantering while kenny and stan just listened, laughing at the smart remarks that came out of one of the others mouth. you listened as well, letting out a giggle or two, but then kyle turned the toy to its highest setting.
your knees almost buckled underneath you, and you let out an audible gasp which turned into a whine. “oh, honey, what’s the matter?” kyle asked, rushing to your aid. you gave him a look, then lied and said, “my stomach hurts, kyle.”
everyone looked at the two of you confused, but then kyle excused the both of you so he could 'help you'.
he dragged you into a bathroom, locked the door, then picked you up and set you on the counter. he forced your legs open, then moved your panties to the side to look at your glittering cunt.
your skirt bunched up at your stomach as he kneeled between your legs. he didn’t do anything, he just looked up at you and dirty talked you.
“see? look at you. you’re such a good girl, but i bet you’d rather me do this in front of all our friends. especially cartman, huh? that right, doll?” you shook your head quickly, telling him no.
“awh, baby don’t deny it. you may be a good girl for me, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re a little slut, right?” you shook your head again, whining and squirming, trying to close your legs. “no— nonono!”
“come on, take it for me. i know you can. be a good whore and take it. quit tryin' to close your legs,” kyle said, keeping your legs open with both his hands.
“please— i..oh god—” you groaned before your orgasm washed over you, your legs twitching and your hands flying to kyle’s hair.
as you came down from your high, you heard kyle speak, “wow that was quick. good job, baby. come on, i’ll clean you up and get that thing outta you,” he told you, helping you off the counter, then sitting you down on the toilet seat and running the water in the sink.
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nervousgardenerkid · 1 year
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steve request because i’m a steve simp first and a person second—
no thoughts, head empty, just cooking with steve and trying to have a chill domestic fluff moment but all the kids are over in the other room complaining about how long it’s taking—
much love bestie <333
Sunday kind of love
a/n: bestie,,this is probably the cutest thing i've ever written. like im OBSESSED😭i hope you enjoy it! credit to the gif owner!
warnings: tooth rotting fluff (it's so cute) no female pronouns are used but the term girlfriend is, steve being madly in love with reader
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Winters in Hawkins had two phases. The first phase was the beginning of winter. Colder breezes came by, and it looked a little gloomier than usual. The trees were bare and the colorful leaves that once sat upon the branches were now on the floor, soggy from the frost that painted them overnight. The second phase was your favorite. You'd go to bed with a bare yard and wake up with a white blanket of snow there instead.
It was currently Sunday morning. You woke up with a quiet groan and shivered from the lack of warmth you felt. You reach your hand out feeling for the warm body that was next to you when you fell asleep, but when you don't feel him you lift your head and open your eyes. You pout when you're met with an empty bed, trying to think of where he went but your thoughts are cut short when you hear a noise coming from the kitchen. With a quiet tsk leaving your mouth, you get out of the bed, grab your shorts that were on the floor, and put them on. You shiver from the coolness of the room and walk over to the dresser grabbing the first long-sleeve top you find. Once you slip it over your head you quietly make your way downstairs smiling when you hear him humming a soft tune.
You peek your head around the corner, your heart growing three times its size at the sight in front of you. Steve is biting down on his lower lip as he reads the measurements on the back of the box he's holding. His eyes flick up toward you and he gives you an award-winning smile. You walk into the kitchen, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you place a kiss on his cheek.
“Morning Stevie.”
“Morning baby,” he mumbles while bringing you closer to him and placing a kiss on the crown of your head. You let out a hum when you start to smell all of the delicious food he's making. Untangling yourself from his arms you turn toward the stove grabbing a piece of bacon Steve had laid out on a plate.
“Hey, don't go crazy now. The kids will flip if they don't have bacon with their pancakes.”
You swallow the food that's in your mouth and pop the other half of bacon into Steve’s.
“Did you get eggos for El?”
He nods his head before swallowing his food.
“Got her plate of eggos right here.”
You hop onto the counter and smile when Steve brings over a bowl of pancake batter. He starts stirring occasionally, glancing at you with a smile on his face.
“Do you need help with anything?”
He stops to think about it.
“Actually, can you get the hash browns out of the freezer and start cooking them? I already have the pan out for it, all you need is a bit of oil and just put them on the pan.”
You smile and hop off the counter going to the freezer to get started on the hash browns. A comfortable silence falls over you and Steve as you both listen to the song that's playing on the radio. Steve hums along quietly and smiles at what he hears from you.
“So, when were you going to tell me that you were a master in the kitchen?”
He chuckles. “I wouldn't say master,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. “I dunno, I guess I just learned along the way. I mean, my parents weren't around and a boy’s gotta eat.”
He flips a pancake onto a plate before pouring more batter on the hot pan.
“Figured I could learn a thing or two while they were gone.”
“Besides throwing insane parties?” you giggle out.
“Last time I checked, you liked those insane parties,” he mumbles while wrapping his arms around you.
“Wrong, I liked the boy who threw the insane parties.”
Steve smiles at you. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, do you know if he's single?”
He pretends to think about it before snapping his fingers. “You know, I think heard he's crazy in love with his beautiful girlfriend.”
You pout.
“Darn, I guess you'll have to do.” you giggle out while leaning on your tiptoes to kiss him.
“Lucky me,” he mumbles against your lips. Before the kiss could get passionate you hear footsteps coming into the kitchen then collective groans.
“Can you guys not make out above our food?” Dustin grumbled out while rubbing his eyes.
“Give them a break, they're in love.”
“Yeah. They're in love.” Max and El giggled while lightly pushing each other. Soon enough Lucas, Mike, and Will joined their friends in the kitchen all of them mumbling good morning to each other. You smile at them and grab the plate of bacon and hash browns before nodding over at the dining room table.
“Go sit down, Steve and I will bring the food.”
“We will?”
You shush him before following the kids into the dining room and placing down the plates of food you held. Steve watched with a smile on his face as you asked Will to grab plates. His heart swelled in his chest as Will passed out the plates and you poured everyone a cup of orange juice, rolling your eyes when Mike said he prefers apple juice.
Steve was never sure why his parents got such a big dining table when it was always just the three of them, but right now he's thankful they did. He watches with warm eyes as everyone starts to grab the food that's laid out in front of them, some giggling at the jokes that are being told while the others are still trying to fully wake up. You walk into the kitchen and flip over the pancake that Steve was making earlier.
“You okay? You almost burnt the pancakes.”
“I love you,” he whispers while wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you close to him.
You both sway to the song on the radio with smiles on your faces.
“I love you too.”
“I want to start a family with you.”
Your eyes widen and Steve laughs a beautiful laugh. He moves some hair out of your face before he continues.
“Not now obviously, but eventually. I want a family and I want it to be with you.”
You lean in, closing the space between you, and give him the softest kiss he's ever received in his life. Steve feels like he's on a cloud, lips following yours as you pull away from him to put the pancake on the plate with the rest.
“We’ll have a family soon Steve.”
He smiles wide and you can see stars in his eyes
“Yeah? You mean it?”
You kiss his cheek and grab the pancakes and eggos for the kids.
“I wouldn't have it any other way. For now, let's focus on our other family, yeah?” you asked while gesturing to the kids.
Our family. His heart clenches in the best way possible as the words replay in his head on loop. He grabs the plates out of your hands and kisses the crown of your head, stopping when you grab his arm gently.
“You know,” you start. His curious eyes looking at you. “Just because we can't have a family yet, doesn't mean we can't practice starting one.”
He tilts his head a bit, confused before it sets in.
“Kids!” he shouts, making his way to the dining table. “Let's get you all fed and back to your parents! I'm sure they miss you all so much.”
Dustin grabs a pancake and looks at Steve.
“Actually, can I stay here till later? My mom isn't home-”
“You can stay with Mike.”
You cleared your throat and shook your head. “Of course, you can Dustin, we still have some movies to watch anyways.”
Dustin opens his mouth ready to thank you but stops when he sees Steve’s icy glare.
“You know what, I think I'll stay with Mike,” he said with a smile.
You walk by Steve pinching his arm, holding back your giggle when he jumps a bit. He follows you into the kitchen.
“You know, when we have kids they’re gonna throw off plans a lot.”
Steve shook his head. “Not our kids. Our kids are gonna be the best.”
“Oh, are they now?” you challenge.
“Of course they are! All six of them,” he says while backing into the dining room to eat with the kids.
You laugh but stop when you hear what he says.
“Wait, did you say six?!”
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cloudyyoimiya · 10 months
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Can i req hunting dogs with s/o that talks too much?
yes ofc!! i don’t talk too much irl bc im rather quiet, so im sorry if this comes off as incorrect in a way. i’m also not all that familiar with teruko and fukuchis character, so i hope you don’t mind me only writing for jouno and tecchou. in order to make it up to you i threw in a scenario for each of them. thank you for requesting!
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With a S/o That Talks Too Much; Saigiku Jouno and Suehiro Tecchou
Format: Headcanons and scenarios
Possible warnings: Jouno being Jouno
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Saigiku Jouno
When he first met you, he immediately wanted to walk away and go enter a different room. Your constant talking made his head and ears hurt, and he absolutely disliked it. Though, he wouldn’t say he absolutely hated you since some of the things you were saying was useful.
Over time he started to grow used to your constant talking. In fact, strangely enough, he felt some comfort in it. If he didn’t hear you talking his ear off, then he would know that something was wrong. In a way it was his telltale sign to ask you about your day.
Once your relationship grew, he’d start to enjoy your tendencies to talk a lot. Sometimes he’d purposely egg you on to talk even more than you already have. Of course he’d make remarks about how you were hurting his ears, but you knew that it was all bark and no bite.
He may act like he dislikes it, but it’s a lie. The two of you both know that.
After a long day he’d come home and listen to you talk. Knowing that you were alive and healthy helped him calm down after a long day. Despite how he may act, he still really does truly care for you.
If he ever was mad or annoyed though, he wouldn’t say anything mean to you surprisingly. He’d only become eerily quiet and most likely shut you up with a kiss.
Sometimes your talking would put him to sleep. Like I have mentioned, he finds some comfort in your voice.
Scenario…
Jouno had just entered your shared apartment with a sigh. He kicked off his boots, then took off his hat. He then felt around for the coatrack. After a moment he eventually found it and put his hat on it gently. After his hat his cape followed suit, desperately trying to get it off as soon as possible. He just wanted to be with you and wind down after a long day, but being in something as uncomfortable as that article of clothing would prevent him from doing so.
He knew that you were there despite it being eerily silent. Jouno could hear your heartbeat and your slow breathing from a mile away. From the way your body sounded, it seemed like you were just waking up from a nap. The sound of the front door opening and closing must have woken you up.
Jouno wasn’t going to apologize for waking you up though. He’d never do that.
He walked into your bedroom, and you were already on your phone despite just waking up. Jouno then cleared his throat, attempting to make his presence known to you.
You looked up at where the noise was coming from, then softly smiled. You then got off of your bed and walked up to him.
“Welcome home, love! How was work today? Are you doing alright? You seem tired…”
Jouno sighed then quickly walked past you. He then got himself situated on your shared bed then patted the area next to him.
You got the message then sat down next to him. “Is everything alright? You’re more quiet than usual. Oh! Did Tecchou piss you off again today? Is that it?”
“You don’t even know,” he said as he shook his head. “How are you doing? You seem more lively than usual.”
“Oh! I’m alright. Nothing noteworthy happened today. I just got some groceries, I did the laundry because I know how you hate when I do it when you’re present, I cleaned up the house, and I also took a nap. That’s all.”
He let out a soft hum as he laid back onto the bed. “Are you sure? Your heart rate was accelerating while you were on your phone.”
“Well, I was looking at these cat videos. One of them had the cat dressed up as a black and white clown. Another had a cat meowing really loudly over some food that they wanted to eat. It was just adorable! Hey I know, can we get a cat?” You rambled on.
“No. Their constant noises would hurt my ears.”
“But yet you allow me to ramble…”
Jouno groaned. “You’re insufferable.”
“Y’know you love me.”
“Do I really?”
“Saigiku!”
He only smirked as he faced in your direction. “You make it really hard sometimes with your constant talking, my dear.”
“But yet you enable it,” you rebutted.
He pinched the side of your torso. “I do indeed, my dear. I absolutely love it—almost as much as I love you.”
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Suehiro Tecchou
When he first met you, he remained indifferent about how you would talk a lot. He didn’t like it, but he didn’t not like it. He just never really formed an opinion on it because sometimes he’d zone out. But even with his zoning out, for some reason he’d always remember a summary of what you said.
If the two of you were ever sent on a mission together, he’d like to listen to your voice so he wouldn’t get bored. If the mission was one set late at night, he’d listen to you talk so he could force himself to stay awake. He wanted to listen to what you have to say, so in a way your talking was like a makeshift caffeinated drink.
When the two of you entered a relationship, he wouldn’t zone out as much and he’d start to listen to you wholeheartedly. He would give you his undivided attention and give you brief responses when you take a breath of air.
As time went on, he grew to look forward to you talking to him. He liked it because more often than not you’d carry the conversation, and that just fit well with his personality considering that he doesn’t talk all that often.
Sometimes after a long day he’d wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his head into your shoulder. He’d then ask you to talk about your day so he can fall asleep to your voice.
In all, he’d love you for this habit of yours.
Scenario…
You and your boyfriend were on your couch cuddling. Tecchou had his arms gently wrapped around your waist and he had his head resting on your chest. He didn’t dare move—he was too comfortable to do that. The only time he moved was when your chest steadily rose and fell with his head on top of it. You could tell he was comfortable just by the look on his face. He was content.
You were running your fingers through his hair, slowly combing out any small knots you may have came across. You doing this seemed to further relax your boyfriend, so you kept on repeating your actions with content. Eventually he let out a small sigh, then looked up at you.
“How was your day?” He asked, rather curious.
You smiled down at him. “It was actually really good! I managed to turn in my papers on time alongside making you your lunch for tomorrow! I made sure to make you strawberry shortcake with cherry tomatoes and paprika, just how you like it. I also made you a sandwich. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
“That sounds good,” he hummed. “How was that book that you were reading?”
“Hm… It’s actually really good! Although it is a bit sad as well. I haven’t read a book like this in a long time. The last time I’ve read a book like this might’ve been back when I was still in school. That’s how long ago it was.”
Tecchou slowly nodded. “I see.”
“Mhm! It’s been a while. Anyways, how was your day? You seem more tired than usual. Did a criminal give you any hassle? Did you catch them?”
“No, nothing like that happened,” he spoke softly. He then let out a small sigh. “I’m just happy to be here with you.”
You shifted your attention down to him once more. “I can say the same, love. You’re absolutely adorable like this. I could just hold you like this forever.”
You brought one of your hands down from his hair down to his back. You then started to rub slow circles, trying to further relax your lover. You could tell that the reason he gave wasn’t the only reason why he was like this, but you decided not to pry. He would tell you if he really wanted too.
“I’m alright with that,” Tecchou simply stated.
“Then let’s do that! Hm, would you like me to grab some blankets so we can stay warm? How about some snacks? Or what about some pillows? Maybe a drink as well?”
“No, it’s alright. ’M fine like this.”
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind. I want you to be comfortable.”
“Im already comfortable.”
You looked down at him skeptically. “If you say so.”
You brought down your other hand from his hair then wrapped your arms around his waist, much like he was doing with yours. You then gave him a gentle squeeze, then gave him a light kiss on the markings by his eye.
Tecchou lazily looked up at you, a small smile adorning his face. “Thank you for the offer though. I love you.”
“I love you too, Suehiro.”
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tw/cw;; got bored again and decided why not do some FNF content??maybe sum headcannons??? So erm, mentions of violence , gore , angst , fluff , sick beats , and a lotta beep bop Bo’s.
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bf [keith] with a tall partner actually makes me shed tears of utter happiness. Like yes give me a short king who is confident as hell. Also have a little headcannon that his hair is not naturally blue and is like blonde or summat , just damaged as fuck from all the hair dye. Also have a headcannon that he has nightmares about the lemon demon hurting and/or killing those close to him and the whole corruption thing happening again. Thunderstorms/ lighting immediately put him on edge because of the first encounter they had after skid & pump’s rap battle. Also the headcannon that he and pico had a precious relationship has me fucking kicking my feet ‘n giggling. Yes i love the enemies to lovers trope who the hell doesnt??? Just dont do the “oh bf is so preppy and bby” no his ass literally — in case you forgot — rap battled against fucking DEMONS so i dont wanna hear shi bout no sensitive and soft bf because his ass is a full on warrior and savage. I dont know bout y’all but i ain’t stepping near one with no damn mic in hand — gun maybe — but no fucking mic.
pico most definitely has a collection of guns in his house like it has to be somewhere in his home; his room , basement , kitchen , i dunno a fucking secret compartment — he’d be the type top have one of those — he most likely gets all his weapons from tankman , who’s like his father figure. He CRAVES attention and affection like c’mon give him some love he needs it. I have this little thought rummaging around in my head that whenever he’s near a school a sick and twisted grin will form and he definitely thinks of shooting the school up. Also, he most definitely is a playboy; has had off ‘n on relationships with his classmates you cannot tell me otherwise. Yes , he did partake in a school shooting , but he still has nightmares about being in one. Hey, it was the first one that made him this way. He just has something against redheads now, he hates ‘em. Have an idea that pico has shot himself once — not on purpose , hes not suicidal — but has shot himself accidentally while trying to reload a gun. His pain sensors are probably fucked up because of how much chaos and violence he’s involved in. Also you cannot tell me that bf doesnt like bothering and teasing pico about how he has shot himself like its just a go to just to piss him off. All out of love, though. All out of love.
gf [wiki i read calls her Amelia so ya-] most definitely has insecurities about her height. Have a headcannon that shes about 5’9–5’10 and it makes her feel like no one would want her for that but our homeboy Keith is into them tall ‘n thicc girls. Also another headcannon that amelia is plus sized its just making me giggle ‘n smile like yes we love thicc thighs and how they save lives — we have a motto here; to die by thigh is the way of a warrior. You know what they say; if you you can make her smile and giggle , you can make that ass clap and jiggle- im sorry I’ll stop. I think that she has like an obsession with speakers like she has a speaker in every room she can. You know youre real close with her when all the speakers she has in her house auto connects to your phone >>>> she most likely has thousands of pairs of headphones just for her, rare if she shares a pair. Shes just like me Fr she cant go a second without music, like who cant?? Dawg and whoever listens to fucking white noise i will find you-
skid ‘n’ pump are the sweetest little balls of chaos to ever roam this fucking planet. You cannot tell me that they’ve never committed felonies and atrocities that would make the devil sick. And they’re most definitely the type to listen to ICP (insane clown posse) and they wear Juggalo makeup you cannot tell me otherwise you CANNOT- they also like hello kitty because yeah ofc who doesnt. Whenever someone they care about is sad they’ll do le spooky dance. I feel like they’d be the super weird kids in school who wear onesies to school and have fucked up grades. Skid most likely is the more athletic one and pump would be the one who’s just all brawn and no brains. I dont know why, but imaging them as feral ADULTS ! ! ! Dawg like pump being a gigantic monstrosity who terrifies anyone he can and skid being the one who sits on his shoulder or climbs him like hes A fucking play set. I dont know why but the image of it makes me CRUMBLE.
tankman can respectfully get it. He can get it any day. Like yes , we love the sassy man apocalypse, give us that fine man. I don’t know bout y’all , but that man is MNNGMMNGMNN- idea that he — if he and reader are a thing — would allow only them to wear his helmet if they ask. And im imaging like a fucking DILF under that fuckin’ helmet. Im talkin stubble , cigar in mouth , tired eyes , the whole pack. Fuck the dad bod for now, he would be fucking ripped and i mean riiiippedd like jacked. Might be my obsession with dilfs bc of my daddy issues but him calling the reader fucking any petname HRRRNGGG- im foul for this man and i can go into heavy detail i can get real shameless. Hes the cocky and smug bastard we all need in our lives. He’d be the type to let you sit on his lap and decorate his mask/face or tactical gear in stickers. Just give him one lil kiss and hes all lovely dovey with you. And its so sos sos nos sos sos soo so canon he has a southern accent.
senpai is one envious and jealous motherfucker. Headcannons that he has ripped out a guy’s guts just because they talked to his crush. (ehem reader ehem). He most definitely has every perfume/cologne that the reader likes because he wants them to like him. He is most def a yandere and there’s no deterring me from said claim. If his crush likes something about him , it’s never changing ever again. He’d be the type to hide himself if something about him isnt perfect; say hes having a bad hair day and he’ll wear a beanie, if he didnt have anytime to do his skincare routine he simply will wear a medical mask. He feels like he wont attract your attention if hes not perfect, but hes always perfect because hes amazing like duhh. But he does have thousands of insecurities there’s no hiding it. In all reality hes just a little baby who needs reassurance.
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I can continue this type of stuff , just lemme know if you want more of my little drabbles n blurbs.
Should i do poppy playtime things too??
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𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄
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an: hey lovelies! welcome to the first instatement of my special series MADE IN WOODSBORROW. its based on the scream movies, it would be much appreciated if you liked and reblogged this!!.
DNI: im not your mother so please read with caution. thankq!!!
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PROLOGUE
billy pov:
i'm waiting outside casey backer's window. one of the many lounge room windows. i pick up the cellular and give her number a call. "hello?" her soft vocie echos through the phone. "hello." i say back with the voice changer touching my lips. "yes?" she snarkely says back "who is this?" "who're you trying to reach?" "what number is this?" i answer her wuestion with a question
"well, what number are you trying to reach?" "i don't know" "well i think you have the wrong number" she says, her voice getting sweeter. "do i?" "it happens. take it easy" she hangs up the phone. i wait a couple minutes for stu's signal to call back."hello?" she answers this time with a more annoyed tone. "im sorry i guess i dialed the wrong number." "so whyd you dial it again?" shes getting snarky with me. "to apologise" "You're forgiven. Bye now. " 
"Wait, wait. Don't hang up." "What?" the annoyance in her voice is getting stronger "I wanna talk to you for a second.""They've got 900 numbers for that." "See ya." she hangs the phone up again. this time i get annoyed. i dial her home phone number again. "Hello." this time she's pissed off "Why don't you want to talk to me?" "Who is this?" "You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine""I don't think so." i hear a shuffling noise over the phone "What's that noise?"
"Popcorn." "You're making popcorn?" "Uh-huh." "I only eat popcorn at the movies." "Well, I'm getting ready to watch a video." "Really?" "What?" "Oh, just some scary movie. "Do you like scary movies?" "Uh-huh." "What's your favourite scary movie?" "Uh, I don't know." "You have to have a favourite." i try and keep her talking on the phone. "What comes to mind?" 
"Um, 'Halloween.' You know, the one with the guy in the white mask who walks around and st*lks baby-sitters."Yeah." "What's yours?" "Guess." "Um, 'Nightmare on Elm Street'. "Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?" "Yeah, Freddy Krueger." "Freddy, that's right." "I liked that movie." "It was scary." "Yeah, the first one was, but the rest sucked." "So, you got a boyfriend?" i ask knowing that she does. and hes tied up in a chair with stu "Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?" "Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?" "No." lies
"You never told me your name." "Why do you want to know my name?" "Cause I want to know who I'm looking at." i instagate a little fear into her. "What did you say?""I want to know who I'm talking to." "That's not what you said." "What do you think I said?" "What?" "Hello?" "Look, I gotta go." "Wait." "I thought we were gonna go out." "Uh, nah, I don't think so." "Don't hang up on me!" my tone getting angrier. i dial back she answers "sh*t." she says under her breath. 
"Yes?" "I told you not to hang up on me." "What do you want?" "To talk." "Well, dial someone else, okay?" she hangs up one last time before ive had enough. i give stu the signal to bring steve to the back patio."Listen, asshole" "No, you listen, you little bitch. you hang up on me again, I'll cut you like a fish, understand? Yeah." her breath gets heavy. "Is this some kind of joke?" "More of a game, really." "Can you handle that, blondie?" i watch as she runs around the house locking all the doors. "Can you see me?" she looks out of the window on her front door.
"Listen I am two seconds away from calling the police""They'd never make it in time. We're out in the middle of nowhere." "What do you want?" "To see what your insides look like." the fear in her voice fuels me. 'Who's there?' 'Who's there?' 'I'm calling the police.' she calls out to the front door. i call back. she jumps when the phone rings. "You should never say "Who's there?" Don't you watch scary movies?""It's a death wish. You might as well just come out here to investigate a strange noise or something." 
"Look, you've had your fun now, so I think you better just leave or else." "Or else what?" "Or else my boyfriend'll be here any second and he'll be pissed when he finds out." "I thought you didn't have a boyfriend." i question as i signal stu to get ready."I lied!" "I do have a boyfriend... and he'll be here any second, so your ass better be gone." "Sure." "I swear. He's big and he plays football, and he'll kick the shit out of you!" "I'm getting scared. I'm shaking in my boots." "So you better just leave." "His name wouldn't be Steve, would it?" she pauses. her muffled tears touch the phone. she runs to hide behind the tv."How do you know his name?" she asks the fear in her vice getting worse. "Turn on the patio lights... again."
she stands up and turns the lights on to see steve died up. beaten almsot to death in a chair. "Oh, God!" "I wouldn't do that if I were you." "Where are you? Where are you?" "Guess.""Please don't hurt him." "That all depends on you." "Why are you doing this?" "I wanna play a game." "No." "Then he dies right now." "No!. No!. No!" "Which is it? Which is it?" "Well, what kind of" a game?" "Turn off the light. You'll see what kind of game." "Just do it!" "No, Casey!" 
the muffled screams of steve can be heard." "No!.No! No, Casey!" "Here's how we play." "I ask a question. If you get it right, Steve lives." "Please don't do this." "Come on, it'll be fun." "Please" "It's an easy category." "Please." "Movie trivia. I'll even give you a warm-up question." "Don't do this. I can't." "Name the killer in 'Halloween.'" "No." her tears running down her face. "Come on! It's your favourite scary movie, remember? He had a white mask. He stalked the baby-sitters." "I don't know." "Come on. yes, you do." "No, please." "What's his name?" "I-- I can'"t think."
"Steve's counting on you." "Michael-- Michael Meyers.""Yes! Very good. Now for the real question." "No!" "But you're doing so well. We can't stop now." "Please stop! Leave us alone!" she pleads to me. "Then answer the question. Same category." "Oh, please stop" "Name the k*ller in 'Friday the 13th.'" "Jason. Jason, Jason!" "I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer.""No, it's not! No, it's not. It was Jason." "Afraid not. No way." "Listen, it was Jason! I saw that movie 20 goddam times!" 
"Then you should know Jason's mother, Mrs Voorhees, was the original k*ller. Jason didn't show up until the sequel. I'm afraid that was a wrong answer.""You tricked me." "Lucky for you there's a bonus round. But poor Steve. I'm afraid he's out!" i give stu a wave and he guts steve. the grunt he makes when the knife enteres his stomach gives me joy. i hear casey squeal on the phone. she pushes the phone away from her face. "Hey, we're not finished yet. Final question. Are you ready?" "Please, please, leave me alone." "Answer the question, and I will.What door am I at?"
"What?" she looks around "There are two main doors to your house. The front door and the patio doors. If you answer correctly, you live. Very simple." Don't do this. I can't. I won't." "Your call." i hang the phone up as stu throws a chair through the back pattio door. casey runs towards the kitchen. stu and i both entre the house. stalking around. i hear a door close. i send stu towards the back door next to the kitchen. 
he stands near the window. casey pops up. stu punches a the window. it breaks. he grabs casey's arm. she knocks him in the head with the phone.she runs. i run out after her. i grab her around the weist and dig my knife in her chest. she drops to the ground. she wimpering. i stab her int he throat so she cant make a sound. she kicks me in the groin. i catch her just as shes crawled to the front patio to get her parents attentioni lay her down. she pulls my mask off. she doesnt react. i stab her a couple more times making sure she's dead.
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*yn pov*
“that will be $3.45” i look at the woman behind the counter with a dull look. i reach into my pocket and pull out a $5 note. i hand it over to her “thanks hun”. i give her a small smile as she hands me my change. I walk out into the. dimly lit parking lot outside the 24/7 convenience store.
i rip open the packet of chips i just bought. *salt and vinegar* i start walking back to the house. if dad caught me i’d be dead. i make it back just in time for the sunrise. i quietly open and close the back gate. i climb through my bedroom window. I slowly close the window when a light illuminates my room.
i look at the door. *dads awake* i sigh. i put the empty chip packet on my desk and open my bedroom door, the smell of dads morning coffee fills the room. “morning sweetheart. you’re up early” i look over and him as he’s pouring his coffee in to his favourite mug i made him when i was 4.
“yeah. couldn’t sleep.” he smiles. he sets his coffee down on the counter. “i wont be home when you and sid get home. i’ll be at the airport. so if you need me call the -“ i interrupt “the Hilton at the airport, yes dad we know” he grabs my checks and smiles. 
you are probably wondering who i am. i’m yn Prescott. and Sidney is my sister. and Neil is my dad. we lost our mom last year. she was murdered. i don’t like talking about it much. but mom and i weren’t close. she always had high expectations and sid was always her favourite. 
“i’m going to get ready for school” i say to dad. “okay hun. ill see you when i get home on sunday. i love you” i give him a hug and walk back to my room. i grab my favourite hoodie and pair of leggings. i put them on and grab my backpack. i walk back out of my room to see Sidney in the kitchen. 
“morning yn” she says in a groggy voice. “morning sid” i say back “is randy coming to pick you up?” i nod.  she walks back to her room without saying anything else. my phone goes off
rands &lt;3 (7:25am): heyy yn im here :)
me (7:26am): alrighty ill be out in a second
i smile at the text. “sid i’ll see you at school randy’s here” i yell to her. “okay see you at school” she yells back. i run to the front door to see randy waiting in his car. i pull the door closed behind me and run to his car. 
“hey yn. you look happy today” randy looks at me confused. “no i’m just happy to see you” randy laughs. “okay yn” i giggle.
we pull up to school. to see news vans and police cars. 'what the fuck' i say under my breath. “i’ll let you out here yn. i’ll do find a park” he stops behind one of the news vans and i jump out. “hey!” i turn around to see Tatum behind me “what the fuck happened around here?” i ask her while we start walking to the fountain "you dont know?" 
“Casey Becker and Steven Orath were killed last night” I look at her shocked “what!?” she nods "No way" "and we're not just talking killed. we're talking splatter - movie killed. Ripped open from end to end" a look of discust fills my face. "Casey backer sat next to me in English" "not anymore" "its so sad Her mom and dad, they found her hanging from a tree, her insides on the outside" “do they know who did it?” “f*cking clueless. I mean, they're interrogating the entire school. Teachers, students, janitors. Do they think it's school-related? They don't know. I mean, Dewey was saying this is the worst crime they've seen in years. Even worse than that. she pauses. Well, it's bad.
i'm sitting in class. *what if i know who the killer is?* “yn?” i look up to see dewy. “we need you in the office” i give him a little smile and nod. i grab my books in the process and follow him out. “we just need to know where you were last night” he says walking into the office. “you don’t think i did it do you?”
i say puzzled. “no but we are interviewing everyone. it’s what the sheriff wants” i stay silent and i sit down in principal himbry’s office. “so yn” sheriff burke grabs his note pad “where were you last night?” he gives me a sturn look.
“i was at home with sidney, then i snuck out to go get some snacks” he looks at me like i’m lying. “and is there someone who can back up your story?” i look at him with a straight face “yeah? my sister. and that lady at the convienience store on route 98” he sits down on the chair across from me. 
he raises an eyebrow.i stand up out of my seat annoyed “is that it?” i say folding my arms he nods. I open the door to the office and leave. *How could he think I would kill Steven and casey? I mean she was annoying but not that annoying I'd want to kill her*
'Remember, your principal loves you, and I want you to be safe. All students are encouraged to return to their homes promptly from school grounds. Avoid strangers. Walk in twos and threes. Counsellors will be here tomorrow.' the announcement plays over the speakers at we sit at the fountain after class
"What kind of questions did they ask you, yn?" Tatum asked "They asked if I knew Casey." i look up at her form my book "Yeah, they asked me that too." "Hey, did they ask if you like to hunt?" randy chimes in "Yeah, they did." stu speaks up "Did they ask you?" stu asks me "Hunt? Why would they ask you if you like to hunt?" i ask "Cause their bodies were gutted." randy buts in. "Thank you, Randy." billy says as he sits up
"They didn't ask me if I like to hunt." Tatum says feeling left out "It's 'cause there's no way a girl could've killed 'em." stu eats another grape "That is so sexist. The killer could easily be female. 'Basic instinct.' " "That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing." Randy throws a grape in the air. it misses his mouth
"Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. And the fact is, it takes a man to do something like that." "Or a man's mentality." tatum and stu talk over each other "How do you gut someone?" sidney asks quietly. we all look at her. "You take a Kn*fe, and you slit 'em from the groin to sternum." stu answers the question
"Hey, it's called tact, you fuck rag." billy corrects him "Hey, Stu, didn't you used to date Casey?" sidney changes the subject "Yeah, for like two seconds." "Before she dumped you for Steve." randy sticks his head into the conversation. "I thought you dumped her for me." tatum turns to look at stu "I did. He's full of shit."
"And are the police aware that you dated the victim?" "Hey, what're you saying? That-- That-- That I killed her?" "It would certainly improve your high school 'Q.'" randy and stu butt heads "Stu was with me last night, okay?" tatum jumps in to defend stu "Yeah, I was." "Was that before or after he sliced and diced?"
"fuck you, nut case. Where were you last night?" "Working, thank you." "Oh, at the video store? I thought they fired your sorry ass." "Twice." " I didn't kill anybody." "Nobody said you did." billy defends stu "Thanks, buddy." "Besides, it takes a man to do something like that" randy mocks stu.
"I'm gonna gut your ass in a second, kid." stu jokingly says "Tell me something. Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? 'Cause I heard that they found her liver in the mailbox next to her spleen and her pancreas." "Randy, you goon! fuck! I'm trying to eat here. Okay?"
"She's getting mad, all right? You better "liver" alone. 'Liver' alone!" once sidney hears the joke she kisses billy and gets up to go to her last class "'Liv--' Ow! 'Liver. Liver. Liv--' It was a joke."
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i'm in the passengers seat of randy's car. he opens the drivers side door. "movie night tonight?" he gets in the car. "i cant tonight. sorry rands" his smile fades. "i have this stupid thing with sid tonight" he shakes his head.
"its okay yn. maybe next time?" i smile. "for sure". he drops me back at the house. i grab my bag from the backseat. "thanks rands. I'll call you later?" "Of course" I smile as I shut the door. I ran to the front door. I creek it open. it's cold and quiet. I'm sitting on my couch at home, my dad isn't home, Sydney is upstairs. *The entire nation was shocked today by the teen murders in North Carolina* the tv changes, and I turn around to see Sydney changing the tv. "hey I was watching that" I say annoyed.
"she flicks the channel again. "this is not the first time the small town of Woodsborrow, has endured such tragedy." we both pause "Only a year ago, Maureen Prescott was found raped and murdered.." she turns the tv off. we both stay silent. "im going out tonight," Sydney says. "why are you ignoring what happened?" I look at her. "what do you mean yn?" she looks at me. "what happened to mom" we both pause. "because I want to pretend it never happened" she looks away. 
"get the fuck over it sid, shes dead and shes not coming back, its been so much better that she hasnt been here" she turns to look at me with anger in her eyes "how could you say that?" she pasues "she was out mother" "our slut of a mother, she cheated on dad. how could you love her after what she did. not just that but she fucked billy's dad. id say that was a massive slut move" she goes to lunge at me. i pull back
"dont you dare fucking touch me" she walks away.
*Sydney pov*
I walk up stairs, I look over at the clock on the table next to the upstairs couch. 5:45pm. I lay down on the couch and curl up, I slowly shut my eyes.
I wake up in a quiet house. the phone is ringing "Hello?" I question. "practice ran late. im on my way" Tatum says on the other end. I lean over and look at the time on the clock. 7:15pm. "it's past 7" I get up off the couch. "don't worry Casey and Steve didn't bite it till after 10pm," Tatum says making me feel sick. "im not worried," I say back. "good, 'cause I wanna swing by blockbuster and get us a video. I was thinking tom cruise in all the right moves. you know, if you pause it right, you can see his penis."
"whatever. just hurry up" I say getting a little annoyed. "bye" she hangs up the phone. I walk downstairs to see yn isn't there. the phone rings again, I get annoyed, and I pick up "Tatum just get in the car -", a deep voice responds "Hello, Sidney" the voice on the other end says. "Hi. Who is this?" I say confused. "You tell me." I'm trying to picture his voice. "I have no idea," I say as I try to get him talking.
"Scary night, isn't it? With the murders and all, it's like right out of a horror movie or something." I figured out the voice to be Randy. "Aha, Randy, you gave yourself away. Are you calling from work? Tatum's on her way over." I say giggling on the other side of the phone.  
"Do you like scary movies, Sidney?" he questions. "I like that thing you're doing with your voice, Randy. It's sexy." randy gave himself away. "What's your favourite scary movie?" I roll my eyes "Don't start. You know I don't watch that shit" "And why is that?" I play along with his game
"Because they're all the same. It's always some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who can't act and is always runs up the stairs when she should be going out the front door.  it's insulting" I sigh. there's silence on the other side. "are you alone in the house?" I laugh "That is so unoriginal. You disappoint me, Randy." I pause "Maybe that's because im not randy" There's silence.
"so who are you?" I ask nervously. "the question isn't who am I, the question is where am I?" "so where are you?" I let out a little giggle, "your front porch" my face drops, I go white. "wh- why would you call me from my front porch?" "That's the original part." I run to the door. "yeah, well I call your bluff" I unlock the bolt on the door, unsnag the chain, and pull the door open...revealing the front porch. 
I step out onto it, phone still in hand. A single light shines overhead illuminating the porch, but little beyond. Darkness is all around. "so where are you?" "right here" "can you see me?" "uh huh" "uh okay, what am I doing?" I stick my finger in my nose. "what am I doing hellooo?"there's silence on the other end. 
I sarcastically laugh. "Good try, Randy. Tell Tatum to hurry. Bye now."I turn around to walk back inside "If you hang up, you'll die just like your mother." I pause, my heart is racing. I start tearing up. "Do you want to die, Sidney? Your mother didn't." he says in his deep voice. "FUCK YOU, YOU CRETIN" I scream back at him. 
I hang up on him. I move back into the house, I lock the door. when a figure jumps out of the hallway closet. he rams into my side, throwing the phone. he gets on top of me as I go down screaming. I look up to see the figure darkly dressed  with a pale, distorted face, white and ghostly. he's wearing a mask. I kick him hard with my foot making him topple over.
he pulls the silver blade from his pocket, starts at my neck and pulls it down my torso. he pulls the blade up as I scream "NO" I turn my body to push him off me. sending him into the floor. I waste no time in jumping to my feet and running to the front door, the door unlocks but the chain is still on. "SH- SHIT" I push the door closed. behind me the figure Is holding the silver blade in hand. 
I turn and run up the stairs, with the figure right behind me. I run into my room where I close the door and open my closet door, making a barricade for myself. he comes to the door, as he's pounding on the door. he rams the door in, but catches on my closet. I grab my bedroom phone, just static. "SHIT" I slam the keys on my keyboard. writing for help. 
I call for 911 on my computer, it goes through, but I turn around and he's gone, the figure is gone. I look over at my window to see billy climbing through, I run into his arms "billy" i say crying in his arms. "its okay, its okay" he whispers in my ear, I look down to see a phone drop from his pocket. I look at him while I push him away. "no Sidney." I turn around and run out of my room.
i run down the stairs and out the front door. while billy is yelling after me. I open the front door, I scream. its dewy. I'm safe now. "I found this, come on let's get him -" dewy screams as he runs inside. he comes out with billy. "I didn't do it syd" billy says to me as dewy is taking him out of the house
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I'm standing at my locker, with my 2 best friends and my sister. "i want you to meet me right here after class okay sid?" Tatum tells Sydney. "where were you last night yn?" she looks at me. I turn around and give her a blank stare. "i'm going to tell you the same thing I told the cops. I went for a walk, I was angry, and needed to clear my head"
she looks at me. I can see in her eyes that she doesn't believe me. she just nods, I look down the hall way to see two tall figures in masks and robes, exactly like the ones the killer wears. they run past and yell in our face, stu is laughing while Sydney looks petrified, "why are they doing this?" "what, are you crazy? its like Christmas." Tatum pulls the lollipop she was sucking on out of her mouth and hits stu on the head.
"stupidity leak" she jokes. I turn back around to see Sydney running down the hallway. "do you guys want to stay at mine while your dad is gone?" Tatum asks, "im sure Sid will, I have a place to stay thanks" she nods.
its the end of class, im walking out with Tatum. "are you sure that mr kite isn't hot?" she looks at me with love In her eyes."yes Tatum im sure" we both laugh. we reach the main doors. we walk down the main stairs when our principal makes an announcement. "your attention please. due to the recent events that have occurred and until it comes to a resolve--effective immediately--all classes are suspended til further notice. the woodsborrow police dept. has also asked me to announce a city wide curfew beginning at 6 o'clock pm. I repeat-"
"so, I guess there's a curfew now.?" we both walk over to dewy who's standing next to his car, "is there a curfew?" I ask dewy. "yes, it will be safer for the town." I smile. I see stu and billy over near some bushes, I excuse my self and run over. I practically run into billy's arms. "hey baby." he says while kissing me. "stu and I were just talking about throwing a party tonight?" my face light up. 
"fuck yes, id come" they both laugh. "well in that case" stu pauses. "PARTY AT MY HOUSE" he screams, there is joy and excitement from the people around us. I giggle. Tatum comes over, "so there's a party at yours tonight babe?" she questions stu. he nods. "well how bout you and yn go and get snacks?" "oh i'm going with sid." billy and stu both pause. "that's fine, billy and I need to do something first." billy smiles. "meet you at the video store?" billy says. I nod and smile. 
*y/n pov*
im standing next to randy while he restocks the shelves. "uhhh" stu comes running over knocking the VHS tapes out of randy's hands. "this place is packed tonight man. randy leans down to pick up the videos "we had a run in the mass murder section" he continues putting the tapes on the shelf. "I love murder movies" I blurt out. they both look at me.
"of course you do y/n." stu smirks at me. I smile. stu looks back at randy. "you coming to my fiesta tonight?" randy smiles. "yeah im off early -- curfew you know". he looks over at billy. "now that's in poor taste" stu looks over. "what?" randy looks back. "if you were the only suspect in a senseless blood bath, would you be standing in the horror section?" 
"it was all a misunderstanding, he didn't do anything." randy scoffs. "you are such a little lap dog, he has killer printed all over his forehead" I walk away. leaving them to talk. 
*randy pov*
stu mocks me "errrr then why did the cops let him go smart guy?" I look up at him. "because, obviously they haven't watched enough movies. this is standard horror movie stuff. prom night revisited." I move down the isle as I finish putting up the movies. 
*y/n pov* 
I walk back over to see stu and randy still arguing. "why would he want to kill his own girlfriend?" stu gives me a side look. I look down at my feet. I know that billy is pretending to like and date Sidney but it still gets me. randy continues "there's always some bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend -" the lady in the next isle looks up, I smile at her. trying not to make the situation more weird than it is. 
"that's the beauty of it. simplicity. if you loose your focus, you loose your target audience." randy moves the trolley down, "so what's -" I interrupt stu. "so what's his reason then randy?" stu and I both look at him, "maybe Sidney wouldn't have sex with him" stu and I both laugh "so what she's saving herself for you?" "could be. now that billy tried to manipulate her, do you think sid would go out with me?" stu looks at randy, and blurts out laughing in a mocking way. "no, no not at all" 
"you know I think it's her father, why can't the cops find him man?" randy looks at me. "I don't know where he is, I don't talk to him, after what happened last year I refuse to even look at him" he looks back at stu. "Because he's probably dead. His body will come popping out in the last reel somewhere...eyes gauged. teeth knocked out. See, the police are always off track with this shit, if they'd watch PROM NIGHT they'd save time. There's formula to it. -"
randy gets louder. "A VERY SIMPLE FORMULA, EVERYBODY'S A SUSPECT" the store goes quiet, everyone looks over. stu tries to knock it off as randy being high
"their dad is a red haring, its billy" he turns around to see billy right behind him. "how do we know your not the killer?" randy is startled. "uh hi billy" "huh?" billy asks again. "maybe your movie freaked mind lost its reality button. ever think of that?" billy grabs him by the shirt. he lets go and randy shrugs it off. "you're absolutely right. id admit it. if this were a horror movie I would be the first suspect." stu plays with randy's ear. "and what would be your motive?"
"the millennium. motives are incidental". billy looks at me then back at randy. "millennium. I like that" billy taps him on the face. "good kid." he turns to walk away. "millennium good word my man" stu chimes in. he turns to look at us. "are you telling me that's not a killer?"
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i'm sitting in stu's car, billy is in the passengers and stu is driving. billy turns around. "y/n?" I look up at him. "can I tell you something?" I can see the seriousness in his face. "sure, what's that?" he looks at stu and he nods. "stu and I are the woodsborrow killers." my face goes pale. "you are what -" he leans out to put his hand on my knee, "the woodsborrow killers, you know I would never hurt you. I love you y/n" I zoned out after he spoke. he told me he loves me. 
"tonight we will be getting rid of tatum and Sidney." he spoke in a serious tone. I stopped breathing for a second. they are going to get rid of sid? so im no longer going to have a sister? "it needs to be done. stu pulls up in his driveway. we get out. "I will see you tonight" billy kisses me on the forehead and disappears behind some bushes to the side of the house. "don't worry to much, tonight will be fun." I just smiled. I ran up the stairs to his bedroom where I got changed.
I just put in a little black dress and my white shoes. it went with the fit. I walked down the stairs to see stu waiting for me. "you look fucking gorgeous." stu says smirking at me. I giggle. i'm sitting on the kitchen counter, the party is raving, stu is standing in front of me with some guy drinking beer out of a funnel. I pull my phone out to have a look at the time. its 9:45pm "caterer's here" I look up to see Tatum and Sydney. "that's mature" she says to stu. "hey y/n, I didn't think you would be here tonight?" I look at her. "yeah stu invited me" she nodded. "where have you guys been? we had to start without you" stu jokes. 
we are sitting on the couch. stu and Tatum are close together and Sydney is on the other end of the couch i'm sitting on. we start look to through the tapes, that randy brought. "the fog, terror train, prom night. how come Jamie lee Curtis is in all these movies?" Sydney asks randy. "she's the scream queen" he answers looking at me. "with a set of lungs like that she should be." randy and stu giggle. "tits - see" Tatum says to Sydney. 
The party is going strong. Ten maybe fifteen people stand, sit, lean. Some crowd around the floor in front of the television. Randy is taking a vote. "how many for evils dead?. how many for hell raiser?" he takes the votes when the door bell rings. "I got it. Tatum can you get another beer?" stu says. "what am I the beer witch?" she gets up and walks over to the basement door. when she notices her brother dewy. 
Tatum and dewy have a heated conversation. she then goes down In the basement. that's when i knew everything had started. 
I was walking around, I couldn't find billy. "stu, where's billy?" "he's in the garage, just make sure he knows Its you." he whispers to me, I slip away to the garage, close the door. "billy? its me" I say. a figure comes out of the shadows. "how the fuck did you know I was out here?" billy's voice has a angry tone. 
"stu told m-" he pulls me to the shadows. "stay here, don't say a word. im going to show you what stu and I do" he smiles at me and gives me a kiss. I nod my head and smile.  I sit in the shadows. 10 minutes goes by when I can see Tatum. "Tatum is just a cat" she says to herself. she tries to walk back up the stairs when she sees a guy in a ghost face mask.
*billy pov*
im standing at the top of the stairs, looking at Tatum. "what is this, I spit on your garage?" I just stand there. "you wanna play psycho killer?" I nod. "can I be the helpless victim?" I nod again. "let's see, no please don't kill me mr ghost face I wanna be in the sequel". she tries to leave but I won't let her, she needs to die. "cut Caspar its a rap. no what are you -" I cut her arm. the blood runs down.
she throws beer bottles in my face. the dumb bitch tries to escape through the cat door. I press the roller door button, I watch as the door rises and Tatum struggles to escape, the door reaches the top and squashes her. 
*yn pov*
I watch as Tatum is squashed. I cover my eyes. "yn? you still there?" billy comes and finds me in amongst a bunch of boxes. I jump up and grab onto him. tears run down my face. "did that scare you?" I nod. "im sorry" he lifts my head to look at me. "don't worry, I won't hurt you. I will always protect you" he smiles at me. I smile back, he wipes the tears away from my face. 
"now you need to go inside and pretend that nothing happened, stu will know what to do". I just nod and smile. I open the door. I sneak back into the party. stu sees me. "did he do it?" I just nod. he takes me over to the couch. "sit here, ill be back soon" I nodded. "hey yn where have you been?" randy asks me, I just stare at him. 
"I was outside, I needed some air" he just laughs. i just sit there and ignore him. "hey yn, randy have either of you seen Tatum?" Sydney asks. "no I have not, and I wouldn't be surprised if she left without you" drunk randy says. she looks at me "no, I agree with randy, she probably left." Sydney sighed and walked away, she continued to call her. 
I sat on the stairs when Sydney walks closer to the door, and billy comes from behind the wall. "oh billy. what are you doing here?" I sit back and watch. "I just came to talk to syd" "you can go up to my parents room, and hang out, whatever" "I came to talk to syd" billy sighs. "well you guys can go up to my parents room, talk and whatever" billy looks like he about to kill stu. "subtly stu. you should look it up."
billy looks at stu. "no we need to talk" Sydney looks uncomfortable. as he walks in, he punches stu. Sydney walks past me, billy follows and looks at me with lust in his eyes. I look back at stu. "what is leather face doing here?" randy says in annoyance. "he came to make up" "there goes my chance with Syd, damn" randy scoffs. 
"as if" stu closes the door "huh?" "as if" "oh really Alicia?" randy says sarcastically. stu comes to sit next to me on the stairs. "you alright?" i look at him. "yeah im fine" he puts his hand on my thigh. "you can trust me. we wont hurt you, well i wont hurt you"
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i'm standing in the kitchen. stu comes from behind me. "Sydney is outside, billy is laying on the bed upstairs, he will come down soon. I will see you later." I nod and smile. randy is laying on the couch. i sneak into the basement, making sure he doesn't see me. 
i hear randy run out the house. i sneak back out. sydney runs back into the house, with a gun in her hand. she's freaking out. i soon hear billy fall down the stairs, she runs over to comfort him. billy gets up, grabs the gun from sydney and opens the door. randy runs in. blood on his shirt. billy quickly shuts the door.
"it's stu. he's gone mad" randy says in a panic. billy slowly turns around. he looks into randy's eyes. "we all go a little mad sometimes." he points the gun at radny. he shoots. randy falls to the floor. 
i hide behind the wall. "anthony perkins. 'psycho'" billy looks at sydney. she tires to run, she runs into stu. he pulls the voice changer out of his pocket. "surprise sydney" she looks at billy. she has fear in her eyes. she runs into the kitchen. billy and stu corner her. 
"we'd like to introduce you to our third member." billy says holding the gun to sydney's throat. "you can come out now" i walk out from behind the door. "y/n?" sydney says looking at me. "how could you?" she asks me. i just look at her. billy points the gun at her. he shoots she falls. she's still breathing
billy points the gun at me. "im sorry yn." he shoots. i fall to the floor. everything goes black. 
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thesithdiaries · 2 years
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No Fly Zone (Rooster magine)
Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!OC
Warnings: movie spoilers, cursings, full-on angst, injuries, mentions of cuts but it’s not for SH
A/N: the dialogue and terms are probably way off but thats to be expected cause im not military
Original female character is based on this
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The mission is absolutely unachievable. The specifications are too over the top and unrealistic. How did Cyclone and Maverick expect this to get done?
“Come on, Fireball. You got it”, she heard Maverick say over the radio.
Her heart was beating quickly, the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She could do this. She was the best of the best. There’s a reason why she was chosen for this mission.
Fireball’s mind went into autopilot. She could hear Phoenix, Bob and Maverick talking but she wasn’t paying attention to what they said. All she could focus on was that her laser finally worked and she dropped the missile.
“Bullseye!” Bob cheered. “That was amazing!”
“I love women”, Phoenix added, making Fireball laugh while she tried not to pass out during the climb.
“Nice job, kid. You definitely earned that piece of cake you were talking about earlier” Mav said.
Fireball was happy yet her opinion about it didn’t change. The mission was still unachievable. They practiced in an open field, with no missiles on top of them and no enemy planes sitting on a base close to the target. It was just dirt and sun for miles.
“Fuck! Look out!” Somebody screamed. Fireball gasped, finally paying attention to her surroundings.
It was a plane, coming directly at her.
“Shit!” she exclaimed, pulling the stick towards her body, making the F18 shoot up at an amazing but dangerous speed. “Holy shit!”
“Fireball, come back down! You’re going too high!” Maverick exclaimed, terrified. “The plane is gone.”
Fireball didn’t listen. She couldn’t listen. Her ears were ringing. Her adrenaline was long gone at this point, now her body was overwhelmed with fear. Suddenly, it all became too much. Fireball started nodding off, her eyes blurry, crossing and closing.
Her plane was now doing a nosedive towards the ground.
“Genevieve, wake up! Please wake up!” Maverick was screaming. He quickly moved to put a missile lock on her plane, in an attempt to make her regain consciousness with the noise. “Fireball, can you hear me? Wake up!” Phoenix and Bob were also screaming at the top of their lungs as they saw Fireball’s plane approaching the ground.
Meanwhile, back at base, the rest of the team was listening. Everyone was quiet, nobody dared to say a word. Rooster was gripping the seat with all his strength, knuckles turning white. He couldn’t lose her like that, there was no way.
Fireball slowly started opening her eyes. The noise was giving her a headache. “Pull up! Pull up!” The screams were too loud in her ears. Her realization felt like getting a bucket of cold water dumped on her head. She was about to crash. Without hesitation, she pulled the stick to try and get her plane leveled at a good altitude but it wasn’t working. Like clockwork, everything started beeping all at once.
Her cries echoed throughout the room. “It’s not working! Nothing’s working!” Rooster couldn’t breathe anymore, his heart felt like someone was squeezing it. “I don’t know what to do!”
“Genevieve, you have to eject right now. There’s no more time.”
“You’re going to crash! Eject now!”
“Holy shit! It’s on fire!”
“Fireball, eject! That’s an order.”
One hand was shakily holding the stick while the other was touching buttons, trying to find something that could work. Tears were streaming down her face, she couldn’t even see very well.
“Eject! Eject! Eject!”
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Rooster bit back a cry when he heard a faint explosion in the distance. Fanboy squeezed his shoulder in support. The team didn't know what to do or what to say. The screaming over the radio didn’t tell them what caused this.
He possibly lost the woman he loved and he didn’t even say how he truly felt.
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On the other side of the base, Cyclone was busy with a meeting that seemed to drag on. They were revising points that were made, adding more things. A sudden knock made everyone quiet down. A soldier opened the door and straightened up.
“Admiral Simpson?" Cyclone looked at him, he looked pale. “Sir, it’s your daughter. She’s being flown back on a medical helicopter.”
Without a second thought, Cyclone bolted out of that room. Sure, he would get reprimanded for this later but right now, his daughter was the only thing that mattered. He ran towards the medical center, it felt like hours went by while he was getting there.
Once there, he saw Rooster pacing back and forth in the hallway. He looked deranged. “Bradshaw.” His head shot up, stopping in his tracks. Shit. “What happened?”
“Sir, I-” Rooster cleared his throat. “Gen’s plane crashed… I don’t know why.”
“Is she in surgery? Has anybody said anything? Where’s Maverick?” The questions were jumbled together, he didn’t even understand himself. Rooster, on the other hand, felt like he was about to pass out.
He shook his head. “He’s over there.”
Cyclone turned around, his eyes scanning the waiting room, finally spotting Maverick on the farthest corner, sitting on the floor. The heavy footsteps broke the silence, making him look up. Cyclone looked like he wanted to break down crying but also hit him in the face. He took a deep breath before getting on his feet. “What happened out there?”
“A rogue plane came out of nowhere, coming straight towards hers.” Cyclone’s blood ran cold. Rogue? “Genevieve went up to avoid collision but she went into g-loc… We tried to wake her up but it took a while. It was too late, her plane was on fire by the end of it and she had to eject.” Cyclone was quiet. He didn’t know what to say. Maverick offered him a small smile and an arm squeeze, not really knowing how to comfort him either.
An hour later, the doctor said Genevieve was ready for visitors. Rooster wanted nothing more than to just run into the room to see her but he understood that her father needed to see her first.
Cyclone walked in slowly, almost stumbling when he saw his daughter. Her face and arms were full of small cuts and bruises. There was a stitched up gash on her cheekbone.
“Hi dad”, Genevieve whispered, reaching for him. Cyclone quickly walked towards his daughter, carefully sitting next to her on the bed. His hand softly caressed her face. “I’m okay.”
“When that soldier went to get me, I thought the worst…” he started but she interrupted him.
“It was a freak accident, I’m fine. No major injuries or anything” Genevieve reassured him.
“Are you sure? I can take you home if you want. I can take you off the mission if you don’t want to go back” Cyclone tried to get her to say yes but she shook her head and smiled.
“There's no way I'm going back home. I'm going to stay here until the mission is over, you know that. I know you didn't want me here but I love this and I won't just walk away.”
Cyclone let out a huff, there was no point in talking about it. Genevieve was a very hard nut to crack, especially when it came to the Navy and her duties. “Fine, I guess you can stay.” He gave her a little kiss on the forehead. “There’s someone outside that wants to see you, do I tell him to come in?”
Genevieve smiled. Rooster. “Yes, please.”
Cyclone walked outside, motioning Rooster to come talk to him. “You can go in.” Before he could even take a step, he spoke again. “Do you like my daughter?”
It’s now or never. “Yes, sir, I do.” Rooster felt that his voice was shaky but from Cyclone’s reaction, it looked like the complete opposite.
“If you ever hurt her, you’ll wish you never thought about joining the Navy” Cyclone said, putting his hands inside his pockets, as if that sentence was casual. “You’re a good kid, don’t let us down.”
Rooster smiled. “Thank you, sir.”
With that, he went into Genevieve’s room, feeling a huge weight lifting off his shoulders when he saw her smiling at him.
She was okay.
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Taglist:
@astraljedi ; @startterfly ; @mayafatimakhan ; @luckyladycreator2
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thepiguy1 · 2 months
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Ranking Every Version of "You Really Got Me" I Could Find*
*(and be bothered to listen to)
-- The Kinks --
THE ORIGINAL!!
not much to say since its the song the others get compared against
its nice to hear some texture and roughness in the guitar
-- Oingo Boingo --
these guys seriously get into the studio and just do. whatever the hell
le ga eh tu ga tu baby le ga eh tu ga tu baby
Danny Elfman absolutely killing it on the vocals. go white boy go
you got me so i don't know what i'm doinggah
i have a soft spot for oingo boingo we need more unique music like this
you know it's gonna be good when its twice the length of the original
-- Van Halen --
the wall of noise coming from that guitar may not be for everyone but it sure as hell is for me
dunno whatever the hell they start doing after the solo
David Roth's (i think its Roth not Hagar?) vocals fit the song really well
speaking of the solo. that shit was legendary
-- Robert Palmer --
you honestly wouldn't be able to tell that it's You Really Got Me the first time hearing this song
the slower pace and lack of guitar doesn't feel like you're "really going" at all but it's still nice
guitar solo shred has been replaced with a smoother sax/trumpet solo and it's... not bad?
the softer sound feels like the song's lost something but it still works well in a different way
-- Phil Manzanera --
you really can tell he's from the UK can't you
the slower pace doesn't work quite as well as Palmer's cover since they're still trying to go for a harder rock sound
the backup vocals tickle my brain nicely
-- Ray Davies / Metallica --
not the original band but the original singer
the vocals have aged but they have the same energy and it's nice
i think i'm going to have a heart attack or something
that call and response section sounds like they forgot the next lyrics teehee
-- Overall Ranking --
#1. Oingo Boingo
#2. Van Halen
#3. The Kinks
#4. Robert Palmer
#5. Phil Manzanera
#6. Ray Davies / Metallica
no im not taking criticism (/j)
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macaroki · 2 years
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" shall the death do us part, my dove "
or, in another word, SUGAWARA keep living his life, for you.
trigger warning : mention of shooting, sort of ptsd stuff [ not beta'd ]
it always fascinate you how sugawara dealing with the kids in the kindergarden he works for. those delicate hand moving along as he teach alphabets, or the way his lips pursuing as he heard those kids trying to crack a joke is just heavenly sight to see.
you should've not listened to him the other day, " don't have to come today for lunch, love " and for god sake, you didn't. how can you know, that everything would turn out like that?
it suppose to be another ordinary day, where your lover would pick you up from your workplace on the evening, take out dinner or eat whatever he had in his mind, or/and simply just enjoying the view at the beach nearby for a while.
it hurts to remember all the good time, while he was laying there, for no one knew whatever things he had in his mind. for only you waiting for him just, to talk, about anything, really. the weather, the shitty waiter at the restaurant you both promised won't go there again, or the dentist that have big-sarcasm jokes- anything really.
" i'm here if you want to talk " left your lips a little bit too much by now. yet he's still mindlessly gazing on the white ceiling above, his cheeks stained with tears. you really want to hold him, truly, but you're afraid that he'll flinched away from your touch. it hurts you the fact that even the simplest noise can startle him already.
you thought leaving him alone is maybe a good idea, at least - for now. as you pushed the chair and grabbing your phone, you can heard the low voice of him saying " it was my fault, "
it was barely a whisper, feels like it gonna get carried away by the wind if you didn't hear closely. but you know better than leaving him with his thought, didn't you?
" it's not, " you hold his hand slowly, bringing it up close to your lips, barely even touch but it's still there. the soft kisses that bring him down more tears. " it's never been your fault that the little girl were being targeted, you're just happen to be there, "
" maybe if i just take the shot, the girl could've live, " tears rolling down on your cheek as those word leaving past his mouth, the squeeze on his hand tighten even more. "she have so much things to live for, i just let those people taking her life away, i- " loud sobbings escape his mouth, and he can't even bring himself to look anywhere but close his eye.
" it's not your fault nonetheless. you have a lot of things to live for too. taking the shot or not, the girl still being chased for her entire lifetime - which is draining for her to live with messed up thing, and no, i'm not saying that you should live with those guilt, no, but you need to let it go, baby. " you reach out to him, wiping the tears that stained his cheek.
he finds an enduring peace to have you here with him, but wasn't it draining for you? as if you were looking thru him, immediately sensing the discomfort in his thoughts, you pressed another light, feather kiss on his hand you've held earlier. " the damage have been done, and the things we can do now is to pray the girl to get the justice she deserve, " you paused, " and it's not your fault. please, "
" allow yourself to breathe again, and live. please? "
and he did. through the long night to the peaceful evening, that was the first time he ever smiled to you, returning the squeeze, and mayhaps the kiss you've silently asked for a while.
trying out new format LOL, and hi ! been hiatus for a while, since march i believe, and i am finally back ?! anyway, im not great at such dramatic dialouge, but i hope yall enjoy it ><
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vodka-glrl · 8 months
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A Leviathan's Song
Get it A Sirens song A Leviathan's song hehe I'm a genius >:)
Tw:Adult content, oral sex, superiority kink (is that a thing?), semi-non consensual
Minors dni(except for bee because they are the only one reading this shit) bla bla bla I have no idea what I'm doing its literally 40°c outside I'm dying its so fucking hot
Taglist:@nogenderbee
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Waves... Waves... Waves... That's all you have seen for the past hour or two, why you ask. That's because I made a bet with your friends that you can take a photo of the infamous leviathan of the dark seas of Inazuma.
You have been studying this 'almighty leviathan' for a while now and have figured out where and when to catch him outside water.
You sat there behind a rock waiting for the leviathan to come to the shore. You were getting impatient until you heard an almost silent sound of humming coming from the distance. You felt a strange attraction against the humming you felt like it was pulling you closer to it.
The closer you got to the beautiful humming noise the more you got a glimpse of him... The infamous Leviathan.
The leviathan looks at you and chuckles.
"Oh my~ looks like I got quite the catch today~"
"What a cutie~"
You felt like his voice was hypnotizing you. He was pulling you closer to him. His piercing white eyes stared into your soul, making your face heat up.
Suddenly the leviathan's tail wraps around you and he starts walking into the water, pulling you in with him.
"Now brace yourself sweetheart this might take your breath away~"
Just as he said that he lowers his tail to the ground, putting you in the water.
You felt weird as you were pulled into the water, was it fear... Or was it lust.
No matter what you were feeling at the moment the leviathan surely had a lustful look in his eyes, as if he was waiting for this his whole life
"What a naive and gullible human~ I like that in a woman~"
His deep and raspy voice sent a shiver down your spine.
"So tell me human~ why were you spying on me?"
He knew you were watching him?
"I-im sorry I was just trying to prove my friends that you were real and that I wasn't delusional"
He let out a cold chuckle
"What a selfish reason to spy on someone... Maybe I should punish you for that~"
"P-punishment?"
"Yes~ for ruining my peaceful moment..."
His grip on you with his tail got stronger as he lowered you down on your knees.
You close your eyes scared of what he was about to do until you feel a long piece of meat hit your face. You open your eyes to be met with his long and erected penis resting on your face.
"Go ahead human~ suck it~"
You take his penis into your hand and hold it over your mouth and hesitate for a while before he forced his cock into your mouth.
He grabbed onto your hair at the back of your head and forced you to suck him off
"Oh you pathetic human~ not much you can do over here huh? You can't pull away you can't run away either~ so stop struggling and take it like a good girl~"
You didn't listen to him and tried pulling off but you couldn't, his grip on your head was much stronger than you trying to pull off.
You kept struggling and struggling but you just couldn't find the energy to try anymore... This was your faith... This was was inescapable... So you decided to give in.
The leviathan notice your lack of struggle and chuckled
"Good girl~"
The process went on for half a hour until you felt your mouth fill up with hot semen. Your eyes tear up from the sudden contact.
As the leviathan pulled his penis out of your mouth you panted to catch your breath.
"You're sorry for what you did right~?"
"Y-yes... I'm s-sorry"
"That's great, that's great~"
You start feeling your eyes blur out
"Now don't go around spying on sea creatures again~ they might not be as merciful as me~
Your eyes black out
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You... Woke up... On the sand
Did... Did he bring you back up?
No that can't be right...
You got up and and shook off any remaining sand on your clothes...
You took a deep breath and got away from the beach...
You're never coming back there again...
Or maybe you are...
"See you soon darling~"
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(This is terrible omg💀)
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hit and miss.
Trigger warnings: Animal abuse (mostly offscreen), bullying Word Count: 1482 Author’s Notes: I have no idea WHY I put off publishing this for so long, but! Here’s an ugly little preview of Theo’s old life! When I say ugly, I do mean ugly, though... Hopefully this motivates me to actually continue the series! The rest of the story is, for the most part, present-day, and I’m excited to see how you all react to how it unfolds!
CHAPTERS hit and miss.
“Fuck! I almost got ‘im that time!” “Hey, hey, hey- he’s moving! He’s moving, throw ahead of where he’s going!” “He moved a whole two centimetres, dumbfuck! I’ll throw where I want!”
God, what a fucking racket they’re making. It’s a miracle nobody’s found out we’re here, between the thud of their ammunition - most of it missing, covering the jet black with streaks of white, I take it - the noises of protest from their target, lying prone in the middle of it all. And above all of that, their fucking yelling.
Bickering, bickering, all it ever is with these pieces of shit is bickering. I learned a long time ago that it’s not worth trying to get them to agree on one thing; everyone forgives each other at the end of the day, anyway.
It’s what Callan always told me - he’s the oldest, so everyone tends to listen to him when he’s here. 
But today, it’s me that gets to feel the pride of being the big dog. That one badass everyone looks up to, takes orders from - there’s something about it that makes every adjusting pull on my Varsity jacket feel that much more… important.
The way the fabric rubs against my shirt with a satisfying ‘fwip’ is mostly muffled, though, by the impact of snowballs on tarmac - and it’s yet deafened by the barking of a dog standing on the same surface, pacing and dodging frantically. Scarcely any of his fur has snow clinging to it, and the places it has stuck are hardly the places that count; the top of the rump, the middle of the body, the lower half of the leg.
The commotion quietens a little as the snow crunches beneath my feet. I’ve learned it’s always best to pause when you arrive at the scene - the longer I peer over the mess they’ve made, the more they feel judgemental eyes on them, peeking past strands of white, the more likely they are to listen.
Already, I can feel their heads turning towards me like I’m the fucking flagship coming into port, putting all those little sailboats to shame.
The only downside is that now, all eyes are on me. That’s one feeling I’m used to, sure - but now every movement counts. Even a twitch of the finger would be enough to sow doubt in everyone here.
The way Bernie passes me, and brings his hand gently down onto my shoulder as he walks behind me to watch, doesn’t invoke that uncertainty at all. But I don’t have time to think about that now.
I can only spare a passing glance at the others as I step up to the short wall of snow they’ve put up for cover. It’s not like anyone’s gonna throw back at us, but they’re made up of more than enough snow for me to get my hands around. I don’t even need to spare the others a look to get my intention across.
“Here, here, Theo’s gonna show you how it’s done.” “Yeah, Theo, fuckin’ get ‘im.” “Shh, shh, hey, watch this, watch this, Theo’s ‘boutta fuck it up.”
My eyes remain fixed on their quarry; a dog with cinnamon-brown fur, looks to be some kind of shepherd. I’ve seen him around when I walk past, looking out the window as I walk on past. 
It’s fine, I take a moment to remind myself as my hands ball the loose, dirty snow into a shape roughly resembling a sphere. Dogs chase after balls all the time, right? It’s not like this is hurting him or anything.
Not unless I take aim riiiiight…
“Stop! STOP! What are you doing?!”
Well, there goes my focus.
The hesitation that fills everyone around me is palpable. My gloved hands leave the clumpy snowball right back where it’s formed as the air is populated by the muttering of… what even are they to me? Friends? Or just cronies?
The classification is secondary as I look up towards the source of the sound - one that immediately bids me to rise above the man-made hill, slam a boot down as though I’m on the peak of Everest.
It’s from there that I see everything I wanted; not just the scrawny little blonde in his grey hoodie and faded jeans running in and standing in front of the dog like a fucking human shield, but the expression of fear that wells in his eyes the longer I stare him down. “The fuck does it look like?” I speak up, snowball slipping from one hand to the other. “Why’re you gettin’ in the way of our fun right now, dude? What’s your problem?”
The muttering that once filled the air dies around me. The more he trembles in front of the dog he’s guarding in what he must think is some valiant effort to do what’s right.
There’s a hot second where I’m not even sure he knows how to answer my question, until he opens his mouth again.
“Y- you’re hurting him, don’t you see that? Why are you hurting this- this poor dog? What’d he ever do to you?” “No, we’re not hurting him, dumbfuck. He’s not even moving away, look.” “Y- yes, you are! You’re throwing snowballs at him! How would you feel if I started throwing snowballs at you?”
Just as easily as I could feel excitement before, doubt now swells in the air around me. The very same I’d worked so hard to avoid. Everyone’s looking around at each other as they wonder if this is even any fun any more, if it’s even worth it. 
But, the more he talks, the more he gives me to fire back with. Slowly, I step up again, the sole of my shoe thudding onto the top of the frigid trench before me, teeth clenching as I stare right back at him.
“Are you fuckin’ threatening me, Alex? That a challenge, huh?” I scowl. “You think you’re hot shit?”
Silence. He’s either too scared, too brave, or too stupid - or, fuck it, maybe all three at the same time - to give me a proper reply. It’s a staredown, then. Just as slowly as his hands clench into fists, I’m reaching down again to get a grip on the snowball I so quickly abandoned before.
“Yeah, get ‘im, Theo!” “Oh, this kid is fuckin’ dead.” “Yo, watch this, watch this-” “Say somethin’ else or shut up, I’m watching!”
By the time I look back, his guard is down - he’s ushering away the dog, or trying to as well as he can without turning away from me.
‘Go, go, go to your dad,‘ he’s saying, like it can understand him. Maybe it can, I don’t know - but his eyes are still fixed on me. It doesn’t matter. He could never intimidate me - and it sure as hell isn’t gonna make this hurt any less.
I reel my arm back, gloved fingers tightening around the frigid projectile in my hand, and…
Boomph!
To my side, applause. To my front, the pained yelp of some runt who thought he was doing the right thing by sucking the fun out of everything. Behind that, the pitter-patter of paws against snow-covered tarmac; looks like our old target finally has a reason to panic.
But the snowball hasn’t even left my hand.
The rallying cries all around me lead my gaze to Bernie, just beside me - his eyes lock with mine for a moment as the sunlight catches his eyes. The way he grins, his eyes practically begging for approval he knows he already has… I swear it makes my heart stop for a second.
The flurry of white being loosed from hands behind him means nothing to me for a few seconds in that oasis of calm, until that fucking asshole Jan bumps into me in an eagerness to join the fray. 
Sure, I’m focused - but the way I push him right back and knock him on his ass is enough of a price to pay. It’s worth losing my snowball over as it scatters across his coat. Or so I thought - he’s still standing there. 
The dog is long gone by now, but that doesn’t mean the fun’s gotta stop. Not when I’ve finally confirmed that he’s not brave, just stupid. I crouch down again, eyes fixed on his half-glaring face, lips puckered like he’s trying so hard to be brave. It doesn’t matter how much we throw at him - even if I’m seeing a marked improvement in accuracy from everyone else.
Someone’s gotta take the wind out of this little shit’s sails. I’ve done it before. He thinks he can beat me, that he’s better than me for being able to take what I dish out.
He’s wrong. We’re only getting started.
As my hand reaches for the edge of the driveway, my fingers curl around the uneven grooves of a rock.
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forgot to tell yall this but i had some training for work the other week and we had little discussions about what you would do in this situation using an acronym LAUGH (listen, acknowledge, understand, give solutions, hit home) given its a college and community center. literally a "recreation and well being center"
my table's prompt was "what if you were reffing an soccer game and one of the players got a penalty of smth and then called you a racial slur. how would you deal with the situation and what would you feel/think?"
the night before this training i did not sleep at all. i was feeling high anxiety, i was wearing earplugs bc noise was a no no at that moment, i was (am) in a depressive swoop rn and any semblance of human emotion was lost to me.
the supervisor doing the worksheet with us was trying to get answers out of everyone at our table and me being me was very quiet and trying not to interact more than just listening. so he asks me directly what i think the different ppl involved in the situation would feel and i just go "sorry, i dont understand emotions well, i cant answer you" plus ive never been called a racial slur and dont know how i would feel in that moment. (im white). but then i think abt how my bestie would feel if he were called a racial slur and all of a sudden i understand that he would feel very uncomfortable and unwelcome in that area. and then i understood the prompt.
idk how to explain it but im so much more in tune to my friends emotions than my own. i dont know what i feel most of the time. i cant articulate what they are. but i can sense if my bff is sad or a bit off that day.
can someone pls explain why this is?
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Can we get a sneak peak of something you've been writing? love 🥺
Of course 🥺 AN: for a better experience listen to j balvin: otra noche sin ti ft khalid
"It would be the most important thing for me to have you there"
"I'll try."
"You're the best, sweatheart" he kissed your forehead and someone else called him, so he got distracted.
"Good thing you have chemistry"
"Oh shut up, his girlfriend is right there" you rolled your eyes
"So what? She doesn't care. Didn't touch him once since we got here"
"Don't say that, maybe she doesn't like to show affection in public" you shrugged your shoulders looking at your friend.
"(y/n), she looks like she came alone." she laughed. "You don't isolate yourself in a wedding"
"Okay I get it, she's VIP and all that" She rolled her eyes ironically and you laughed at her expression.
"Oh look he's going to get her" your friend said maybe too much excited. It was like watching live TV.
You look in her direction to see him. You were lying if you said that wouldn’t be interested to see their interaction.
He look at her with a little smile and hugged her waist. His white shirt constrasted with her bany green dress and made the perfect color match. They look perfect for each other.
The interaction looked weird from that perspective. He tried to kiss her but she moved her head slightly, so he ended up kissing her cheek.
He frown and pouted, he was looking adorable with that puppy eyes looking at her in awe but somehow she rolled her eyes and looked away.
How could she didnt gave herself away at that look? You thought to yourself.
“What was that for?” You could read his lips.
“For nothing” she responded.
“What i have done now?” He asked close to her ear.
Another J balvin song started and he wanted to dance with her but she was ignoring him.
“Why do you bring me here? I wanted to go at the begining and you just ignored me and abandonated me“
“Im sorry but i have to talk with my friends!”
“Brad you’ve been drinking, you know i hate that!”
“Dance with me” he asked defeated and she looked at him with a dead glare.
She sat on her chair. he stood there in the same spot. His eyes took a glance around the room until found yours.
You know i cant go another night without you
Otra noche sin ti
Me duele tanto
At this point you didn’t look away. You gave him a small smile, cheeks flushed as the room darkened and envolve around you.
His expression softened as his gaze grew. He coudn’t look away either.
He started by admiring how pretty you looked. The way your hair got perfectly spotted out of your face into that flower crown.
He moved to your dress and saw the softiest combination between champagne silk and your silver heels. The way you kept simple for a country wedding. Only adding a few details in jewlery such as a simple necklace with your initial and a couple of light rings.
He loved to see you in dresses.
He loved to see you in everything.
He loved to see you with everything off.
You entered your hotel room with your heels in your hands. You trow them away and got off your dress. Took your make off and got ready for bed.
It was precisely 3.45 am when your phone started to ring.
With your eyes still close, your hand was searching the noise in your nightstand. Without looking you answered.
“Hello?” You grunt frowning
“Hey” you noticed his voice and quickly sat up.
“Brad?” Your other hand was scratching your eyes and you checked the call ID
“B🐻”
It was him endeed.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m outside…”
You were caught by surprise and sat up quickly. The room spinning.
“What-Here? why?”
“I can’t go another night without you”
to be continued
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(1,2 and 3 if that's okay?...🌠) hi, so im kind of all panicky because I have severe anxiety and c-ptsd but living under stressful and trauma inducing circumstances out of my control, it's hard to relax and im always scared
I guess I was just wondering if you know anything calming or like some agere activities I can do to distract myself or something? 🧸❤️‍🩹 I hate to be such a debbie downer, I'm just feeling so ...lost? desperate at this point... like I don't know what to do, I just need someone to tell it won't be like this forever
(P.S. I know it said in your pinned post not to talk about trauma in asks, but I don't know whether mentioning that you're going through it is ok, if not I'm really sorry, I promise it wasn't my intention to go against your blog rules)
Hello!
Thank you so much for talking with me about this! You are not going against blog rules. I appreciate you keeping that in mind!
What I can suggest is trying to find time to get off social media or whatever is causing you stress. Find something you enjoy, maybe coloring, watching a comfort kid show, maybe playing video games? Do things that you enjoy while regressed or just in general. There is ASMR, classical music, or non lyric based music, or listening to white or brown noise can help while doing one of the other activities listed above.
I promise you whatever the outside stress is going on, it won't last. If you ever feel comfortable enough to talk in DMs, I will try my best to respond. Especially if you want to talk about what the stress is in your life.
And here's a hug, you will be okay.
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