#oh. i am so drained (i typed this on my phone at work and then put it on the laptop and just. wow)

[steddiealltheway]

(A special post for my dear friend Cass @henderdads who is celebrating 10k followers 🫶💛 can’t wait to celebrate more milestones with you 🥳)

Eddie watches the follower count on the Corroded Coffin TikTok rise every time he refreshes their page as the rest of the band looks over his shoulder.

“I can’t believe your bat song is going to bring us to ten thousand followers. Considering it’s about-”

“Shut up,” Eddie cuts him off, refreshing the page again.

“Seriously though,” Grant says, pointing at the follower count, “We’re going to hit ten thousand pretty soon.”

“Which is a big milestone for us,” Jeff adds before circling in front of where everyone in staring at Eddie phone. “Shouldn’t we celebrate or something?”

All the boys pause for a moment, and Eddie can feel them all staring at him, waiting for some type of creative revelation as if he can just come up with something on the spot like... “I have an idea.”

Gareth and Grant high five as Eddie jumps up and points at Jeff. “Go get some lame confetti party poppers and a cheesy celebration cake.” He turns to Gareth and Grant and points at them. “You guys need to find out how to put our follower count on a laptop or something while I set up my room so we can do a livestream on Tiktok in there.”

“We’ve never done a livestream.”

“Exactly!” Eddie says clapping his hands excitedly, “That’s what will grab people’s attention and boost our follower count. We’ll tell them that follower ten thousand will get a special private video from us or something. I don’t know. Whatever they want!”

“What if they ask us to strip?” Grant asks.

Jeff sighs and puts a hand on his shoulder. “No one is going to ask you to strip, dude.”

“You never know!”

Eddie just laughs as he rushes off to his room.

“Wait!” Jeff yells after him.

Eddie pauses and turns around.

“What money am I using to by this stuff?”

Eddie sighs and digs his wallet out of his pocket, pulling out two twenties and handing them over. “If this doesn’t cover it, you’ve done something wrong.”

Jeff smiles widely before running out the door yelling, “I’m gonna spend all of it!”

Eddie doesn’t even care about his money going down the drain, he’s too excited about reaching ten thousand and being able to call Wayne about it. For now, it’s time to seriously do some work to his room in order to make it somewhat presentable…

-:-:-:-:-:-

Eddie adjusts the camera stand and the ring light he bought for their videos that he gets constantly made fun of for buying. But the guys can’t deny how much better their videos look, so he doesn’t want to hear it.

“Jeff, give me your phone.”

Jeff hands his phone over but whines, “Why my phone?”

“Because you have the best camera,” Eddie explains, setting it up and going to their tiktok page. The numbers are quickly climbing through the nine thousands, and at this rate, they’ll definitely hit 10k during the livestream.

Once everything is prepared, Eddie asks, “Ready?”

Everyone nods and Eddie starts the livestream. He waves at the camera and watches the view count grow quickly. “Oh wow. Hi everyone. We haven’t done this before, so sorry for anything weird that may happen or when Grant inevitably says something dumb.”

Eddie gets a smack on the back of the head as Grant says, “Hey!” Jeff and Gareth just look at each other knowingly and laugh.

Eddie half winces and smiles as he rubs the back of his head and reads the comments asking about the numbers on the computer. “Oh shit. Yeah! Oh wait, I don’t think I should’ve sworn. Oops. Uh, anyways!” He takes a deep breath and gestures to the computer screen. “So, this the whole reason for our livestream. We’re about to hit ten thousand followers-”

“Thanks to you guys!” Gareth interjects.

“Yes, thank you guys. Really. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you,” Eddie says sincerely, laying his hands over his heart. “And we thought that we’d do something special for our ten thousandth follower. Maybe send them a video of us doing a cover of their favorite song or something. We don’t know! Whoever it is, you get to choose.”

“But you can’t make us strip!” Grant yells.

Eddie runs a hand over his face before gesturing dramatically toward Grant. “And this is what I meant when I said Grant would inevitably say something dumb.”

Gareth and Jeff just laugh as Grant turns red. Eddie turns around and pats him on the shoulder. “You know we love you.”

“Yeah, because you would suck without me.”

Eddie turns around and looks at the camera. “That’s absolutely true.” He looks at the comments and notices people asking them questions about when they’re releasing another song and if they’re planning on touring anywhere soon.

Jeff leans over squinting and says, “Oh! Our next song is called Hellfire Rains!”

Gareth looks at him slowly and asks, “Dude, are we allowed to say that?”

Eddie puts his head in his hands. This is absolutely a disaster, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Eddie’s head pops back up. “We could do something even worse and give them a sample of it.”

He sees the comment section flood a bit with affirmations of YES PLEASE. I BEG OF YOU.

Eddie turns to the guys and shrugs. “Are you guys good if I play a weird acoustic version of it?”

All the guys shrug and nod until Jeff stops to say. “Wait, what if we hit ten thousand during that?”

“Then, you guys stop me and we look at the follower,” Eddie replies.

Jeff nods and says, “Okay, but what if I told you we’re only nine followers away from ten thousand?”

“What?!” The rest of the boys yell and turn to the computer, noticing the numbers going up.

Eddie scrambles to grab his phone and go to their page, refreshing their notifications to grab the name of the ten thousandth person. He quickly looks at the camera and says, “Okay guys, I’ll give you that cover after we hit this milestone and freak out.” He refreshes the page and grabs Gareth’s shoulder. “Wait, do you have the party poppers?”

“Shit!” He yells running to the plastic Walmart bag and digging through it, handing them to everyone.

“It’s about to happen guys!” Jeff yells.

Eddie’s heart thuds in his chest as he refreshes the page over and over.

“Holy shit!” Grant yells first as Gareth and Jeff yell to celebrate. Eddie glances at the screen showing 10,000 and laughs as everyone pulls their confetti party poppers. He turns back and refreshes the page.

He freezes.

“Eddie, man, who is the lucky person?” Jeff asks excitedly.

Eddie looks at them with wide eyes.

“What?” Gareth asks.

Eddie looks back at the name and presses on the profile, noticing their mutual followers confirming that it’s a legit account. “Oh my god.”

The guys all rush around his phone and stare at the page.

Gareth shrieks with laughter. “Holy shit! Steve Harrington? The same infamous Steve who your bat song is about?”

“The same infamous Steve who you had a horrible crush on in high school but could never get the courage to talk to him?” Jeff adds with a laugh.

“I talked to him once,” Eddie grumbles out running his hands over his face. This cannot be happening.

Gareth laughs loudly and says, “Let me recall it.” He turns to Jeff and acts like he gets flustered as he says, “Uh. Steve. Steve Harrington. You’re. Hi. Yeah. You. Uh. So Dustin and you. That’s cool. I. Well. Good seeing you!” Gareth then turns to run away quickly.

Jeff laughs loudly as Grant says, “Uh, guys?”

Eddie shakes his head as Gareth and Jeff ignore Grant to laugh about it until Grant yells, “Guys!”

They all look at him and notice him staring off. Eddie realizes that he’s staring at Jeff’s phone…which is still streaming.

They all seem to realize it at once and freak out. “Turn it off! Turn it off! End it!” Eddie yells as Grant drops the phone and Jeff scrambles to end the livestream.

They all pause and slowly look at Eddie who breathes out, “What are the chances that Steve wasn’t on that livestream and that everyone will forget about this?”

The rest of the boys slowly turn to look at each other with grim looks on their face.

“Oh no,” Eddie says burying his face in his hands. This is not going to be good.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Sure enough, the next day, there’s a viral TikTok going around of the movement that someone had screen recorded, and Eddie’s phone is spammed with texts from Dustin, annoyed at Eddie for never telling him about his pathetic crush on his babysitter.

Eddie ignores it and his friends attempt to drown out his sorrow with cake and platitudes of, “Hey, we’re actually gaining a lot of followers from this.”

Eddie just groans and buries his face in his bed. This cannot be happening.

“We did promise that we’d give our ten thousandth follower something special,” Jeff says. “So we still need to follow through with that.”

Eddie sighs, “I’m not going to message him.”

“Then I’m going to message him from our account and pretend to be you,” Jeff says.

As Gareth and Jeff encourage him, Eddie slowly sits up and says, “No. No. I’ll do it.” He begrudgingly reaches over and grabs his phone.

“And while you’re at it, people are complaining about you not doing that short cover so…” Gareth trails off as Eddie shoots him a glare.

“Okay, well we’re going to go pick up some food and give you some space so you don’t kill us,” Jeff says while grabbing Grant and Gareth and dragging them away.

“Thank you!” Eddie yells after them.

“But you’re not getting food unless you’ve sent him a message!” Jeff yells before closing the front door.

Eddie sighs and takes a deep breath before he glances at this phone, ignoring all the text notifications from Dustin, but he becomes curious about the text from a number he doesn’t have saved. He clicks on it.

As your 10,000th follower, do I still get to request something?

This is Steve Harrington by the way

Eddie nearly throws his phone but swipes to Dustin’s texts instead typing out, YOU GAVE STEVE MY NUMBER????

He scrolls through the dozens of texts, noticing a sequence of important texts he missed.

can i give steve your number? he’s asking me for it

eddie i swear he’s not mad or anything

okay i can’t promise that but it didn’t sound like he was mad

eddieeeee

eddie stop ignoring me

if you don’t respond im going to send your number

okay

im sending it

if anything happens i expect to be the first to know!!! don’t make me find out from a tiktok ever again

Eddie takes a deep breath and reasons that at least now he knows the number is legitimate. He opens the texts from Steve and stares at them. There’s no way he can text him.

And for some reason, he immediately decides to call him with is arguably a thousand times worse, but before he can hang up, Steve already answers with a, “Hello?”

Eddie swallows and tries to remember how to speak. “Hi,” he croaks out before clearing his throat and trying again, “Shit. Hi.”

“Hi,” Steve says, sounding amused.

Eddie sighs and lays back on his bed. “So, what are the chances that you weren’t on the live stream and you didn’t see that video?”

“Zero.”

Eddie groans. “I’m so sorry. I haven’t checked TikTok yet, but have people found you and flooded your notifications?”

“Uh…” Steve trails off, sounding hesitant to answer.

“I’ll take that as a yes. God, I’m so stupid. I just completely forgot the livestream was going or I never would’ve dragged you into this mess.”

Steve pauses and asks, “And what if I told you that I’m glad you forgot it was still on?”

Eddie sits up. “What?”

“What if…” Steve pauses and Eddie hears rustling on his end as if he’s anxiously twisting around. “What if I told you that I know what I want as your ten thousandth follower.”

“To punch me?”

Steve laughs, and Eddie tries as hard as he can not to latch onto the noise. “To ask you on a date.”

Eddie freezes in shock. Yeah, this isn’t happening.

“Eddie? Are you still there?”

“Yup, still here,” Eddie manages to breathe out. He pauses before asking, “You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” Steve replies, “I kind of had a big crush on you in high school, too. And I may have redownloaded TikTok when I heard about your live stream.”

“No way,” Eddie calls him out.

“Yes way. You should ask my best friend Robin. She saw the live stream and timed the follow perfectly for me. Plus, she’s suffered through my crush on you and has always been mad at me for never doing anything about it.”

Eddie can’t believe it. “Steve, can you FaceTime me right now?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah.”

Eddie clicks on the FaceTime button and waits until Steve’s face appears on the screen, further confirming it’s him and further freaking him out. Gosh, he hasn’t seen him in a while and he’s almost forgotten how gorgeous he is.

“Hey,” Steve says with a smile.

Eddie wants to melt into a pile of goo. “Hi.” He pauses for a second, getting a bit lost in seeing Steve’s smiling face on his phone. Then he remembers, “Oh! Okay, tell me again. But look me in the eye so I know you’re not lying.”

Steve chuckles and asks, “Eddie Munson, my secret high school crush, will you go on a date with me and fulfill the promise you made to all your followers?”

Eddie smiles and says, “Yes.”

-:-:-:-:-:-

A few days later, Eddie posts an update on the Corroded Coffin TikTok with a video of him singing a sneak peak of their new song then glancing off camera to ask, “Does my ten thousandth follower like it?”

Off camera, there’s a voice that sounds exasperated as they say, “How many times are you going to call me that instead of your boyfriend?”

Eddie puts his guitar down and rushes off camera quickly with a smile, but then the voice asks, “Did you end the video?”

Eddie pauses before saying, “No.”

“This is going to be a lasting issue isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” Eddie confesses.

Then, the mystery man appears in the shot, revealing Steve’s smiling face before he ends the video.

Once again, the video ends up going viral, and soon enough, Eddie is celebrating 50k with all the band members along with Steve (and Dustin who is very mad to find out about their relationship via the second TikTok). But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie ficlet #corroded coffin #jeff stranger things #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #unnamed freak stranger things #aka Grant

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Casual intimacy

a/n Cracks knuckles… let’s go… 🙃 I loved writing this so I hope you will enjoyed reading it. Cause this one cracked something deep within me. 🫧🤭

request: Hiii! I absolutely love your work I think you're so talented. If you have time can I request an angsty Ruhn x Reader, maybe he gets jealous or something because she has such a bubbly personality and guys flock to her?

warning: a bit suggestive here and there, alcohol, drugs, smoking.

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Ruhn was tired. Playing pretend always drained him. For the most part, he bit back at his father, but even there were limits. And when his father wasn’t at the center of his headaches, the fact that he was a crowned prince was. Ruhn flicked the cigarette out of the open car window as he waited for the light to turn green. “Be on the bed when I get back," he typed out quickly. A slight smile tugged at his lips.

Ruhn imagined that crimson haze creeping onto your cheeks. You had been an angel when you two first met. More like a caged bird. And while the world saw him as a devil who made a good girl go bad, in reality, he had freed you from the chains that had bound you to the dark cell for eternity. And if everyone was having a fright at the sight of a cigarette or a shot glass in your hand, they could all go fuck themselves.

A ding had Ruhn glancing at the screen in his car. "Unfortunately, I won’t be able to oblige," the message read, and Ruhn frowned. He blinked a couple of times. It was usually “you’re an idiot” or a nice picture that sent him pressing his foot just a bit more on the gas. What was the reason for this? Did you get your period? But that wasn’t very likely. Ruhn could sense when the red flow was coming. And you weren’t talking about cramps. He was about to fire out a quick “because?” when another ding sounded. And a picture appeared on the dash. A growl ripped through him. Here you stood. An innocent smile, still in the dress Ruhn had watched you put on this morning. By your side stood Flynn, who looked like a lost dog, glancing at the half-made sandwich on the counter. No, this wasn’t happening. Not tonight.

Ruhn quickly dialed your phone, gripping the steering wheel tightly. You didn’t even get a chance to breathe on the other side as he huffed, “What the fuck?” The music was almost deafening. So was the sea of voices. That scraped like a nail against his mind. “Hey, hotshot, this wasn’t my idea," you chirped, and as much as Ruhn was frustrated, the sound of your voice alone made his shoulders ease. “Tell them to fuck off," he hissed. He should have moved out long ago. Gotten you two an apartment and called it a day. “I can’t do that; I don’t live here." You chuckled softly, giggling at something Flynn said. Ruhn frowned. “You are my girlfriend; you are entitled to do what you want there," he pointed out. You had refused the title. Refused any benefits dating someone like him brought. The doors it opened. It was one of many reasons Ruhn loved you. Because for the very first time, he felt more than his title. More than just a pawn in someone’s game.

"Ruhn, I am not ordering two grown men around," you said, and while Ruhn didn’t agree, he didn’t get to voice his opinion because his words got overshadowed by someone calling for you. “Oh yeah, you can find that upstairs," you said, Ruhn could hear the smile on your face. "Babe," he called out, not loving the idea that someone had managed to steal your attention from him. “Oh, no, it’s okay. Call if you need anything." From the way your voice sounded, he could also tell that you had the phone away from your ear, so he used other methods. Trusted kind.

Y/n. He spoke within your linked hearts. Feeling the fluster in your heart at his call. But his hope got crushed as soon as it bloomed. Give me a moment, Ruhn. Ruhn not even a hotshot, not a babe. Ruhn gritted his jaw. “No, liquor is on the right shelf," you said, as he listened to you try to get through the crowd of people. “Get your legs off the counter, you freak," you hissed, followed by the sound of a chair being dragged back. "Yeah, sorry, the house is full," you muttered slightly under your breath, and suddenly he was back to hating that party. Because you had woken before the sun had even been up. Studies and work keep you busy. Even if Ruhn had told you many times that you didn’t have to work,

“I am sending them to Urd and then fucking back," he grunted, making you let out a chuckle. The sound of it still made his stomach warm. “Light up, they brought shit to smoke," you sighed, and while he enjoyed a good smoke, especially if you joined him, and even more so if you both rode the aftermath together, he just didn’t want that today. “I don’t...", Ruhn had started when a loud bag came from somewhere in the house, and the place erupted in gassing shouts and angry grunting. “Fuck, got to go," you breathed. "Drive, save, baby," you muttered. “Y/N, don’t go near...”, but the line went dead. "Fuck," the princeling hissed. Oh, he was going to hang both Dec and Flynn by their balls, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

You were nowhere to be seen when he stepped into the madness of the house. Ruhn felt you, so that had to be good enough for now. You were in the house. The question, however, was where exactly that was. "Man, this is sick." Some guy clasped a hand over Ruhn’s shoulder, making the crowned prince bat the touch away stiffly. “Yeah, dude, you’re dope!" the other shouted, his eyes red as fire. There was too much substance in his body. Ruhn frowned, trying not to show the disgust on his face. “Get your shoes off my fucking carpet," he hissed in dismissal, walking past them. His frustration only grew the more he looked around for you. If not for the music, he would reach out through the bond once again. But his head was pounding, and he knew there was no way for him to concentrate enough.

Then Ruhn’s eyes fell on a small group forming near the kitchen. It wasn’t usual. If people did drugs or mixed drinks, they usually went in groups of two. Not a whole fucking sea of them. An itch inside him flared up, and he didn’t even realize it when he started walking towards it.

“So how did you do it?”, a lazy voice asked as Ruhn approached. “I just painted, silly," and that was all it took for his body to ignite. No one even matched the power your light voice had on his body. “Yeah, but that’s one big canvas," another voice slurred. Ruhn licked his lips as he stepped through the arc, and the sight was far from what he had hoped for. There you stood, a white angel in a sea of hacks. Pouncing on you for a nibble.

“I didn’t sleep, I mean," Ruhn watched as a blush on your cheeks. “Colors just guided me. It sounds insane, I know, and no, I was not high," you said sheepishly, making everyone in the room chuckle. But Ruhn saw it. The way they looked at you. They didn’t care about this. Didn’t care about your passion. Didn’t care about the spark in your eyes as you spoke of the things you loved. You were a spectacle. A pretty thing to look at. But it’s when one of them reached out to tuck the hair that had slipped out of your silk bow that Ruhn stepped forward, yanking one of the guys by the back of the shirt as he shouldered past them.

He only managed to catch a glimpse of you inhaling before his hand wrapped around your neck as he pulled you closer to him. Crashing his lips against your red-painted ones. You melted against him. He cared little for anything else as he bent slightly to grab at your thighs, lifting you and guiding you onto the counter as he spread your legs, stepping in between them. Before his fingers found your hips, he pulled you against him. "Ruhn." Your voice was breathy and weak as you wrapped your legs tighter around his middle. “Want to moan that louder?”, he teased, his lips hovering over your neck as he pinched your bum, making you squeal. “I leave you for a day and come to find you in a sea of men," Ruhn hissed with a shake of his head. You knew that it wasn’t anger. It was more lust and that sparkle of possessiveness.

“Jealous much?”, you purred, smirking as you ran your fingers over his jaw. “Don’t play with me, woman," he muttered, his hand once again wrapping around your throat as he inched closer. "Oh," you coo, “I forgot that you’re just a baby." You sighed, cupping his cheeks, but that was short-lived. One moment you were still on the counter, the other in the air and over your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Ruhn Danaan, put me down." You wiggled in his hands. Tried to hit his chest but for nothing. If anything, that only earned you a slap on your bum and another gasp as your cheeks flared to life with red. “You...", you hissed out, but Ruhn only settled his hand on your ass, keeping the dress over your exposed bottom. Not too keen on others getting a glimpse at what lay underneath. “Don’t finish that unless you want me to spank you again," he mussed, smug as a cat as he moved through the crowd of people.

Whistling met you right by the stairs. One that Ruhn recognized, considering that he stopped. “You two are in deep shit," the crowned prince hissed, throwing a glance at his two best friends. But all they did was laugh. “Fuck it out of him, Yn, please," Dec mussed, grinding his hips in the air. “Suck one-off for the team," Flynn saluted as you three burst into laughter. It appeared that only Ruhn didn’t find that appealing. And something told you that if you weren’t over his shoulder now, friend or not, they might just taste the back of Ruhn’s hand. But he only cursed under his breath. “I will leave you two dickless," he threatened, reaching for the railing as the two man-children moaned and growled downstairs.

Ruhn was breathing heavily when he finally closed the door of his bedroom. It wasn’t from your weight. It just all started to cave in on him as he lowered you to the ground. You nibbled against his neck, pulling away to reach for the hem of your dress, but Ruhn caught your wrist, guiding you closer to him. "No," he muttered. A slight shake of his head told you that he was dead serious, too. “Did you just say no to...", You had started in a teasing tone, but there was something in his eyes that made you stop. "Ruhn," you called out way softer now, brushing your fingers up and down his arms. “Come here, darling," you said, wrapping your arms around him. He wasn’t fully open and vulnerable often. And when he was. That meant that whatever you two were doing, you were the ones who would have to carry the heavy load. Just for a bit. until he finds his footing again.

“If this is about the males, I didn’t even for a second…," you muttered against his chest, but Ruhn only grunted, “I know you weren’t interested. It’s just…” he took a deep breath, “a long day." You knew how much more those three words implied. How much more complex it was. But you also knew that the last thing he needed was you trying to drag it all out of him. “Why don’t you lay down?”, you asked softly, brushing your fingers over his lower back.

“I’m okay here," he said quietly. The hold on your body didn’t ease. “Come on, we’ll lay naked; I’ll roll you a blunt," you poked at his chest, shooting him a loving smile as you wiggled your eyebrows. Ruhn let out a slight chuckle as he reached for the buttons on his shirt. You helped him drag the material off his body, kneeling to undo his shoes. Ruhn caught your chin, pulling your head up so you would look at him through your lashes. "Fuck, it never gets old," he grunted, brushing his finger over your slightly smudged red lip. You only grinned up at him, leaning in to kiss his thigh as you pushed his pants off him all the way.

Ruhn watched you in a daze before you pushed at his chest, sending him sprawled out on the mattress. He drank every movement you made. You reaching for a bag of mirth-root, licking the edge of the paper as you finish the roll. Lighting it up and taking the first hit before handing it to Ruhn. He watched the cloud of smoke flaring around you as you reached for your dress, pulling it over your head. He could very easily die here right now. And go to Urd as a happy man if the last sight he saw was you in nothing but a black thong.

It was this exact casual intimacy that had him running at first. He was frightened to feel secure with someone like that. To have someone trust him like that. Ruhn reached out, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you over onto him. A blunt burning between his teeth. You straddled his naked body with ease. The movement was second nature by now. “What do you need?”, you asked softly, brushing some of the hair away from his face. Ruhn found himself opening his mouth but shutting it closed once more. He didn’t know. He was only aware that he needed you but was not sure how. Bent over the counter? Seated on his face? Snuggled up against him? With you holding him instead? “That’s okay, we will figure it out." You leaned in and pressed a kiss on his chest, leaving feather-like brushes over his exposed skin. “You’ll tell me when you’ll know," you breathed, pulling back up to look into his purple eyes. He didn’t answer, wrapping an arm around your back as he pulled you closer to him. Skin to skin. There was nothing between you two. You rested your face on the crook of his neck, feeling him take another drag of the cigarette in silence. His silence. One that you threaded for him. Painted it. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Ruhn realized that there was no other sound around him, just a steady beat of your heart.

#ruhn danaan x you #ruhn danaan x oc #ruhn danaan imagine #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn danaan #ruhn crescent city #ruhn x reader #prince ruhn #crescent city imagine #crescent city x reader #crescent city #crescent city x oc

[youareabird]

Zoom Interview

You sat at your desk in your small room, the computer directly in front of you. The luminescent light flowed off of your features, brighting them up. The computer 'dinged', signifying that you'd be let out of the Zoom waiting room soon.

Your manager, along with everyone else, had signed everyone up for a mass Zoom interview. Finding it easier for eveyones schedules rather than cramming into a room. Your phone buzzed from beside you, looking down at the notification. You smile.

From: Jelly Belly Are you ready?

Typing a quick, "Yes, r u?" Back to them, you set your phone back down. The screen changed from a plain black to one that was filled with familiar faces.

"Hello everyone! Is the connection good before we start?" the interviewer asked. They received a crowded, 'Yes' from all the attendees.

"Alright - before we begin, can everyone state their name and character?" she said.

A small silence filled the call as people debated silently who would go first, finally stepping up, Pedro begins. "I'm Pedro Pascal - I play Joel Miller." He said.

"I'm Anna Torv, I play Tess Servopoulous."

"Lamar Johnson - Henry Burrell."

"Bella Ramsey - Ellie Williams."

"Nico Parker - I play Sarah Miller."

"Gabriel Luna - Tommy Miller."

"And I'm Y/N L/N - I play Lor." You finished.

The interviewer smiled widely, "Alright, wonderful! And what were some of the most memorable moments working together?"

Your phone buzzed again. Looking at the screen, you see Bella smiling brightly. Looking down at your phone, you see another text.

'This is going to take forever.'

You smile lightly at the text, liking it before you close your phone, trying to focus on the interview. It buzzed again.

'They don't even know were in the same room'

'Stop texting!' You reply quickly, closing it once again. As you focus back on the interview, you notice that Bella began to talk.

"Honestly, this whole cast had memorable moments, I loved when we all would just lounge around the set after filming." they began, "I have a lot of photos of Y/N just casually sleeping on set, actually. They would find the most random places to sleep, so it was always an adventure to see where they slept."

Everyone laughed at their comment, "And Y/N, what was one of your most memorable moments on set?"

The buzzing of your phone pulled your thoughts away, a picture of you sleeping on the forest ground during a long set.

"Y/N?"

"I'm sorry?" You say, face flustered.

"Memorable moment on set?"

"Oh! right, well, the giraffe was a sight to see. Also, the blossoming friendships between everyone was super memorable." You smile. Nailed it. You thought silently to yourself.

'Look what you made happen!'

'Not my fault you can't pay attention.'

Another photo was sent your way, one showing off Bella and you sleeping on a chair in Jackson. Half of their body was sprawled across yours, back over the handle of the foldable chair. Your elbow was rested on the arm, and they sprawled themselves across, mouth slightly open. You could see a small glisten of drool coming from your mouth

You laugh to yourself as you inspect the photo. You both looked so drained from the days work, didnt even know who took it.

'Favorite cast member'

'What?'

"Alright, well we've heard from everyone but Bella and Y/N -" you shot your head up once you heard your name, "Who're your guys' favorite cast member?"

"Pedro and Y/N" they say quickly, "I love everyone, but I'm closer to them than I am my own family."

"And what about you, Y/N?"

"Well, I love everyone equally. I cant choose a favorite, its like asking a mother who their favorite child was."

Pedro erupts into laughter, the noise causing smiles to break loose on everyones face. "That is such a lie!" he wheezed, face becoming a pale shade of red.

"What?" you ask, confusion layering itself on your face.

"What?" he says mockingly, "You've been texting your favorite cast mate this whole time!"

Your face flushed at his comment, "That's not true!"

"Ouch!" Bella says jokingly.

Nico nods in agreement, "Yeah, we all know you have a thing for them."

Everyone nods in agreement, including Bella. "Okay, you all suck." You say, throwing your hands into the air.

The interviewer smiles at the interaction, "So, Bella, is your favorite?" they ask.

"According to everyone else, I guess so." You say while furrowing your brows, Bellas camera became dark. Sporting only their name over a black screen.

"Bella, is everything alright?" the interviewer asks.

'Ding' Looking down, you see a text,

'Computer froze - give me a second.'

Looking back up to your computer, you inform everyone that their camera froze, that they were fixing the issue. A few minutes passed as you said that the interview continued on as if nothing had happened. They still hadn't returned. Answering a few more questions, everyone waited for the arrival of the teen.

With the interview continuing on, you observed everyone. Their faces smiling and looking like they were holding in laughter. Not knowing what the reason is, you decided to ignore it. Only when hands landed on your shoulders followed by a loud scream, did you understand.

A small yelp flew from your lips as you managed to jump out of your chair, landing flat on your ass as Bella flew quickly to your side. "I am so so sorry, I did not know that would happen." they say quickly.

Laughter erupted from the computer, followed by, 'Oh my gods.' and 'I got that on cameras.' 

"Not funny." You huffed as you took Bellas extended hand, being pulled up with ease.

"Again - I did not know that would happen." They said defensively, wiping the imaginary dust off your legs.

"Did your computer even break?"

"Oh, yeah. I was just lazy and didn't want to fix it." They replied with a lazy smile on their face, "I'll join you."

Carefully going back to your chair, you planted yourself down. Eyes glancing at everyone's little squares that showed off their bright faces.

Expecting Bella to pull up a chair beside you, it threw you off when they decided to sit on your lap. Arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder as they joined into whatever chatter was happen.

Face growing red from embarrassment, you wrap an arm around their waist. Securing her tightly to your side. "Jesus christ." You mumbled.

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey #bellaramsey #bella ramsey fanfic #hbo the last of us #bella #ramsey #tlou #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #lgbtqia

[widowbitessting]

Sugar Mommies Season 2, Pt:5

Welcome cuties to the fifth instalment of Sugar Mommies. I hope it was worth the wait! <3 I - just like Carol - am frantically trying to find a way to bring Natasha and Wanda home. Please bare with and if the certain nonnie who is pestering me about it, could kindly stop, that would be ace.

Enjoy lovies!

Xoxo

Livvy

Polite Reminder That All My Work - Especially For Sugar Mommies - Is 18+! Minors Do Not Interact

You can’t stop yourself from checking your cell after roughly one minute and twenty five seconds.

Taking it back from your pocket between two fingers as if it was covered in something disgusting. 

You swipe away the unwanted messages as you excitedly look at the current unread message from your Wanda.

Your safe space. 

One of your safe people. 

Your woman in shining armour. 

Wands (17:43): Natty and Carol are talking about work, boring or what? :(

The smile forming on your face looks goofy but you do not care. 

At all.

Y/N (17:43): I knowww! 

You glance over at Carol, where she’s still talking on the phone to Natasha; power radiating off her. 

Y/N (17:43): They took over before I could get a chance to talk to you, Wands :( 

You watch the three dots dance as Wanda types her reply. 

Wands (17:44): I know, how mean of them! I’d call you now but I need to be on standby in case I’m needed for boring work related duties. I miss you kitten <3 

Y/N (17:44): That sucks. At least we’re talking now, kinda. I miss you more :(

Wands (17:45): You better not be sad, my love! I can’t cheer you up from here!

Wands (17:45): Oh wait, yes I can! Watch this!💕

It takes Wanda a full minute - and yes, you timed her - to send a cute gif of two cats cuddling. 

Wands (17:46): Tada! How cute is that?? 🥺

Y/N (17:46): Did you just learn how to do that…? I’m shocked you even know what a gif is!😂

Wands (17:46): No…what? I’m not that old, kitten!

You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle your laugh.

Y/N (17:47): Sure you’re not…grandma.

Wands (17:47): Excuse me? Grandma? Have you forgotten your place since we’ve been away, kitten? 

Y/N (17:48): Nope. I just felt like trying a new nickname, not a fan?

Wands (17:49): Would a grandma be able to do this?

Two minutes later and Wanda eventually sends her chosen gif over to you and you can’t help but bark out in laughter; hastily covering your mouth.

It’s a gif of hand wrapping around someone’s neck. 

Wands (17:50): Something I am itching to do to you. 

Wands (17:50): Or this.

Another gif comes through and this time it’s of an ass being smacked. 

When the next one shows up on your phone, you purse your lips and stare straight ahead; refusing to let yourself blush too much. 

It’s a gif of a woman being collared. 

Wands (17:52): I can keep them coming, Y/N. Trust me.

You cast a sidelong glance at an old lady next to you; just in case she happens to be peering over your shoulder.

But she isn’t even bothered by you. 

No, she’s far too engrossed in her novel.

“50 Shades -” You snort and cover your face with your hands.

You could not make this stuff up. 

Another gif comes through and you end up calling Wanda without fully thinking. 

She picks up on the second ring. 

“What a pleasant surprise.” She says. “Even if I did tell you I can’t call, baby girl. Are we struggling to understand basic information?” 

“I - I, I don’t know why I called…” You stammer. 

“Don’t go shy on me now, kitten. Tell mommy why you called her. Go on.” Wanda replies, “quickly now.”

“Erm,” You clear your throat. “I called you to ask you to stop sending the gifs…”

“And why is that, baby?” Wanda asks, highly amused. “Are you getting all flustered?” 

“So what if I am?”

“You’re getting defensive too.” Wanda replies. “Aw sweet little baby; is mommy making you all flustered?”

“I - no. Shut up.”

“Did you just tell me to shut up?”

Wanda’s tone changes and you immediately know your mistake. 

It’s like you can pinpoint exactly when all the blood drains from your face.

“I -” 

“ - because I know for a fact, good girls don’t tell their doms to shut up.”

“But - ”

“And you’re my good girl, aren’t you, kitten?” 

You’re silent for a good ten seconds. 

Words and your brain are just utterly failing you.

Wanda loves it. 

She waits patiently for you to catch up. 

“I - w…well. Yeah.” You manage to squeak out. 

“I’ve not had the chance to play Dom since leaving you, kitten.” Wanda sighs. “Now I’ve got you one on one, I can. I’ve missed it. Almost as much as I’ve missed you, little one.” 

You nervously glance at Carol, who just happens to glance at you at the same time. She offers you a wink. 

You mentally curse your cheeks for blushing crimson. 

Carol will for sure know something is up. 

“Where did you go, my gorgeous girl? Come back to mommy.”

“I’m here.” You mutter, “I’m here.” 

“Are you okay?” Wanda asks. 

“Yes…”

“Hi, baby.” Carol smiles, appearing out of thin air. 

She places your drinks on the table.

“Oooh,” You hear Wanda say on the phone. “That’s why you’re distracted. Captain is with you again, isn’t she?” 

“Maybe.” You reply, thanking Carol when she slides your drink over to you.

“Is that Wanda?” She asks. 

You nod, blowing on your coffee.

Carol takes your phone from you and holds it to her ear.

“Shouldn’t you be working, kitten?” 

“...hi Carol…” 

“Hi, bunny.” Carol replies, “shouldn’t you be working?” 

“I am working…” 

“No, little liar. You’re talking to our baby girl.” 

Wanda sighs. 

“Go and do some work, cheeky thing.” Carol says. “We will talk to you later, okay?” 

“But I miss Y/N.”

“Don’t you miss me?” 

“Not as much as I miss my detka.” 

“Go and do some work, brat. We will speak to you later”

Carol ends the call and wordlessly hands you back your phone, rolling her eyes for good measure. 

“Brats.” She smirks. “Constant pests in my life.” 

You smile back, nudging her with your foot. 

“Yes, Y/N? Something to add?” Carol asks. Her eyes are bright, playful.

“...just that I’m glad I’m not one.” 

“Oh?” Carol sniggers, cocking her head to the side. “Is that so, kitten?”

“Mhmm,” You reply, biting into your chosen treat. Its filling oozes out of the pastry and spills onto your fingers. 

The crumbly exterior tumbles onto the chipped white plate.

You expect Carol’s attention to switch to that. 

To watch the chocolatey goo dribble down your fingers. 

But she doesn’t.

No. 

Her eyes are trained fully on you. 

Completely invested in what you have to say.

You chew and swallow. “I’m an angel. What can I say?”

Carol laughs.

A solid, belly laugh. 

“Oh honey,” she says, moving from her chair to sit next to you. “You might not be in the same league as Wanda when it comes to being a little brat; but you can’t deny that its there. I see the sparkle in your eye, small one.”

You watch her, mouth agape; and God, you want nothing more than to reply back with a witty remark. 

“And baby girl, it’s there. I see it right now.”

One hand goes to rest on your knee, while her other arm drapes around your shoulders. 

“Do it,” Carol baits, “go on. Be a brat. I dare you.”

Yup. That was a mistake.

The word dare triggers something in your brain. 

And who are you to ever step down from a dare?

Your chocolate covered hand moves to Carol’s face, quicker than you thought you could move it, but she catches your wrist without so much as a blink. 

The tip of your finger is mere inches from her cheek.

You could still do it. 

Wiggle your hand out of her stupidly strong grasp…

“Only, if you do decide to be a brat, Y/N, just know, you won’t be cumming for an entire week. Do I make myself clear?”

It’s like she burnt you. 

Your hand jerks free from her grasp and you hastily move it away.

“That's what I thought.” 

“That’s…” 

“That’s what, honey?” Carol asks you, handing you a moist hand wipe from her purse. 

You take it gladly and wipe your sticky hands clean. 

“Nothing…” You reply, scrubbing at a stubborn patch on your index finger. “Forget I said anything.” 

“Clever girl.” Carol says, grabbing her drink and taking a much needed sip. 

She glances at you as you pick up your own drink. “Otherwise I’d have had to teach you a lesson right here in this cafe.” 

Carol can’t help but chuckle at your response; the small jerk as you register her words. Your startled “Oh!” as some of the liquid sloshes over one side of your cup and onto your lap. 

“Careful there, baby.” 

Carol takes a spare napkin from the table and presses it down onto the wet patch on your thigh. 

“T-thanks…” 

“Spill anymore and it’ll look like you’ve wet yourself…or let me have my way with you.” 

Your eyes snap up to hers in time to catch the wink.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Carol says, removing her hand from your thigh. 

It mercifully lets your brain restart and you let out a slightly shaky breath. 

“Tease.” 

“Oh? And here’s me thinking you liked my teasing…” Her lips press onto your cheek. “But I’ll stop. I think the barista can see your blushing cheeks from all the way at the till.” 

You nudge Carol with your shoulder, glaring up at her. 

“Have you finished?” 

“For now.” She says. “Come on, eat your snack baby. And drink up before it gets cold.” 

You both sit in silence for a few minutes after that. 

You, nibbling away while Carol sits with one arm behind you; fingers twirling your hair. 

She looks content. Happy. Relaxed.

But on the inside, her brain is working through a hundred different problems.

Trying to remember dates and employees names; and whether she emailed specific people back. 

But for you, she’s keeping her composure. 

Determined to keep it together, just for you. 

“When we get home, love, I might have to disappear for a little bit. Do some work to try to help ease Natasha and Wanda’s load. Is that okay?” 

“Of course.” You reply. “Is there anything I can do to help? I’m a fast typer. Or I can make phone calls for you?” 

At that, Carol smiles, pulling you somehow closer to her side. 

“My lovely, sweet girl. Thank you. But I’ll be okay. I need to concentrate. If you’re there trying to help, I’d just get distracted…” 

You try to fight back a smile. 

“I could make us dinner then?” 

“Much better, my little chef. I might have the perfect outfit for you to wear too, whilst you cook.” 

“Is that so?” You shift in your seat so you’re facing Carol. 

“Mhm,” she replies. “I wouldn’t want you to get your clothes dirty whilst you create a mess in the kitchen.”

“I can’t wait to see this outfit then…” 

You’re leaning forward, hands cupping both of Carol’s cheeks, when you hear MJ’s voice. 

“Y/N!” 

The two of you groan and pull apart, just in time to watch as MJ shimmies through a small gap between two chairs. 

“Y/N! Why don’t you answer your phone anymore?” 

“Sorta got into the habit of ignoring you when I’m occupied…” You mumble. “Why is it always you?”

“Don’t you have other friends to pester, MJ?” Carol mutters, earning an elbow jab to her ribs.

“Y/N, please, you’ve gotta come; it’s an emergency!” 

You sit up straighter in your seat. 

“What?” 

Every disastrous scenario you can think of flickers through your head. 

“What’s happened? 

“Just come on, Y/N. Please!” 

“But I don’t -”

“Now! I don’t have time to explain.” MJ inspects your barely touched drink. “I’ll buy you another one later. And two cookies if you just get up and move. I’m ageing here, babe; come on.”

“Probably because you’re being elusive as fuck right now, MJ.” Carol mutters, checking her nails. 

“I don’t have time for your snark, Danvers; come on Y/N! Please!”

“Right, right, okay, let me grab my stuff.”

MJ yanks you up. 

Nearly tearing your arm out of your socket as she does so.

How she doesn’t knock the table over as you’re dragged to your feet is beyond you.

“It’s an emergency, quick, come on!”

“It’ll be more of a fucking emergency if you dislocate my shoulder, MJ!” 

Carol sighs and stands up; only to be glared at by MJ. 

“Not you! Best friends only.”

You can only cast a I’m sorry glance back at Carol before you’re towed away. 

“Call me when you’re done, hon!” Carol shouts after you, smiling as you try your hardest to not fall over your own two feet. 

Once outside, MJ doesn’t stop towing you.

She doesn’t even check if you’re behind her. She just marches on, switching to a run, assuming the hand she has a grip on is still attached to your body. 

When you eventually do go down, MJ finally decides her rapid pace is a little excessive and allows you to walk by her side; even if it is still a rather quick walk. 

“Gonna tell me - ah cramp, cramp!” You fall into MJ’s side, clutching your side. “Fuck, I’m so unfit, ow!” 

“How are you like this when you have three women who fuck you, Y/N?”

“I -” You slap her arm, “MJ!” 

“What? It’s true!” 

“Slow down, please, I’m gonna pass out.” 

“You have got to work on your stamina, love.” 

“Where are we going, MJ?”

“Round the corner, Peter should still be there.” 

“What the fuck are you talking a…bout…” 

You stand there, dumbfounded, at the sight of Peter holding a small golden retriever in his arms. 

“Hi, Y/N!” 

“That’s a dog…”

“It’s actually a puppy…” Peter replies, taking a small step towards MJ when you glare at him.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious. I can see that. Why are you holding a puppy? What’s going on?” 

“We found him on our way to get a coffee. I’m in love, Y/N. I’m keeping him. Meet Spider-pup!” 

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #reader insert #sugar mommies #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #spiderbites #sugar mommies season 2 #no minors #18+ only

[yril-writes]

— LOOK AT ME!

synopsis ; attention is what they want and they shall get, but sometimes it's just too much to handle that two man power can be so draining.

scenario ; you were on a date but you are busy with your phone not even hearing a word they are saying.

"How about you stop paying attention to that phone and look at me, it's like I've been talking to a brick wall."

"I'll break that phone of yours if you keep on looking at it. So, will you look at us now?"

type ; headcanon

include/s ; ryoumen sukuna, itadori yuuji, getou suguru, gojo satoru

pairing/s ; character/s x gn! reader

genre ; fluff, comedy, a mountain full of corn

SUKUNA x READER x YUUJI

Having dates is a thing whenever weekends come after a long hectic day from school work. But for you due to amount of stress you wanted to just be lost in your phone's feed.

Busy scrolling on your news feed, you couldn't hear a word from Sukuna or Yuuji. At first they didn't want to bother you but it didn't take long enough for Sukuna to immediately burst out.

"When are you going to stop looking at your phone?" he says in an annoyed tone and having his eyebrow twitch uncontrollably. He looked pissed and impatient, Yuuji on the other hand seems to be stressed out holding down Sukuna and his temper. "Well, I'll just keep on being busy here, you guys just chill or something." with a blunt tone, you push aside the fact that Sukuna just snapped. With that being blurted out from your mouth Sukuna snatches your phone and tucked it in his inner pocket. "This is a date! A proper one! You ain't getting your phone back!" just like a kid, Sukuna sulks and at the same time is irritated. Looking beside him, you persuade Yuuji to defend you only to see him trying to make a face you can't interpret, "Sukuna is right, this is a date. No phones for you." turns out the face he was making was his 'grumpy' face. Sighing, you finally surrendered and decided to go with the flow with this so-called date. "Fine, you better give my phone back!" you scowl at Sukuna who looks satisfied just now. "Nah, Yuuji and I have other plans with the phone if you don't cooperate. Keep that in mind."

SUGURU X READER X SATORU

This day was an unexpected one, since you didn't plan on going out but with these two together your day is sure to be a one heck of a day.

Even though they asked you out on a date, you just seemed to be glued on your phone non stop scrolling until they've had enough.

"Stop with your phone, the notification sound is ticking me off..." scrunching his eyebrows as he glances to your direction busy scrolling on your phone, Getou now sees that you are not even listening to a word he says. "(Y/N), you don't want you know who to be mad right? Stop looking at your phone for a second!" the whispers uttered by Gojo felt like he was screaming for help, lifting your head up, you see that one of them is angry and the other one is sweating buckets trying to calm the other one. "You guys bothered me enough, can I just do my thing and you guys carry on?" after uttering those words you turned back to your phone and ignored them both. Without even any warnings Gojo snatches your phone and passes it towards Getou. "You want your beloved phone back? Then pay attention." you can see it on his face how irritated he is and Gojo on the other hand is mouthing the words 'sorry' "Suguru, can I just have my phone back." you bluntly said it. "Oh, you'll get it. At the end of the date. Be a proper date and cooperate why don't you?" you let out a deep sigh and crossed your arms, giving a glare towards them both. "I hate you two. I just wanted to have my phone back that is why I am agreeing to this date you both forced me into." "FORCED? oh, we would never! Right, Satoru?" Getou then nudges Gojo, "YEAH! what are you talking about, forcing you on a date?!" Gojo then laughs it off. "I really hate both of you." pouting as you avoid their gazes you see in the window reflection Getou trying to dip your phone in the glass of water. "WAIT! OKAY FINE! LET'S HAVE A PROPER DATE! JUST DON'T DO THAT TO MY PHONE!" "Good! We are making progress!"

a/n ; still in the hospital! I really hope that I'm out of here, the smell of hospital really reels for me...

taglist ; @sammushy , @gcj-doesart, @ryuuudesuwa, @jasugoi

#writers on tumblr #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu headcanons #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu sukuna #jujutsu yuji #jujutsu itadori #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen fluff #fiction #imagines #my writing #writing #writing prompt #character x reader #yril #jjk fanfic #fanfic #headcanon #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader

[kitashousewife]

12:32 am

another time stamp :p anyway i thought i would try out mr. sakusa!

pairing: timeskip!sakusa x fem!reader

warnings: use of pet names (pretty, angel), lowercase intentional

late spring was in full swing. the temperatures are higher, everything is full of color, and the sun rises just a bit earlier, coating everything in its warmth and glow. everything just feels a bit happier; like the earth has let out a peaceful sigh.

you, on the other hand, have not had the same luxury.

today was warm, almost too warm for your liking. coming home from work to the thick, stuffy air of an apartment that was just as surprised by the sudden heat as you were, you quickly turn on the AC and kick off your shoes. already feeling a warmth creep up your neck, you quickly hop in the shower to start your nightly routine. turning on some music, you glance at the time:

12:10 am

are you fucking kidding me?

stepping into the shower, you begin to recall the events of your day, allowing them to fall off of your body and down the drain, along with the relaxing stream of water from the shower head.

you left the house around 7:45 this morning, rushing out the door, catching the bus just in time. arriving to work right on time, you immediately realized that you had dressed for the wrong type of weather. a sudden heat spike today causing you to feel uncomfortable and sticky all day long. the packed schedule of meetings, deadlines, and reports didn’t help. you were tired.

somehow, you agreed to get dinner with co workers to celebrate the end of a deadline you all worked on together. hours of drinks, great food, and even better company, but you didn’t feel like celebrating at all.

today is the now 3rd night out of 6 that sakusa would be out of town. you had hoped that being out with some co workers would be distracting, but it was just temporary. it always is. on top of the empty feeling inside, you stayed out way later than you had intended, finding yourself now currently finishing up your nighttime routine at 12:30 am.

walking out of your shared bathroom, the cool air welcomes you as you start to walk into the bedroom, dressed in one of sakusa’a shirts. the light breeze of the AC causing the hem around your knees to flutter as you shuffle closer to the bed.

finally sinking into the mattress, your body and mind feel lighter. you’re clean, comfortable, and definitely more relaxed. you’re just missing one thing. your thoughts are quickly interrupted by a slight buzzing coming from the nightstand.

call from kiyoomi

“hey, omi. how are you? it’s late,” you sigh into the phone, hitting the speaker button and setting it back down on the nightstand.

“hi pretty. if it’s so late, why aren’t you asleep?” you hear a slight muffled noise, and the sound of a faucet being turned on.

“you didn’t answer my question,” you mumble back, turning off the lamp with a click.

an amused exhale, followed by, “i’m fine, baby. just got out of the shower. our game was just fine,” you can almost hear the smirk on sakusa’s face.

“and by ‘just fine’ you mean you smoked them?” you quip, a small smile pulling at your lips.

he chuckles, and the faucet turns off. you can hear him padding over to the bed, the rustle of covers, and the phone being set on a nightstand, just like you. but, not quite. just somewhere further away.

“you think you’re pretty funny, huh baby?” sakusa’s remark softened as he stifles a yawn.

“of course i do,” you giggle. “isn’t that why you want to marry me after all?” examining the ring on your finger, you smile to yourself. i wish you were here, omi.

“oh pretty. i miss you so much,” he sighs heavily into the phone. your eyes close as you try to dull the ache that sits heavy in the pit of your stomach. you’re pulled out of your thoughts by sakusa’s voice.

“why are you up so late? is everything okay? you know you can always call,” the sound of distant voices of teammates from the hallway of the hotel caused the smile to return to your face once more, picturing the furrowed brow and massive eyeroll that sakusa must have done just now.

“yeah, i’m okay. it was super hot today, and my team finished that deadline i was telling you about, so we decided to go out to celebrate,” interrupting yourself with a yawn, you then continue. “and i guess we just lost track of time, and since it was late i had to wait a bit for the busses. by the time i got home our apartment was so warm. i forgot to turn on the AC before i left,”

“like usual” sakusa huffs. but you know he’s smiling.

“yeah, like usual. i wish you were here in bed with me, like usual,” you sigh. there’s a small pause.

“i know, angel. i’m almost done here. it will be here before you know it. i promise, when i get home,” he yawns. “i’m jumping right into bed with you.”

“after a shower, i’m guessing?”

“obviously,” sakusa chuckles. he hears you yawn again, picturing you stretching and snuggling into the sheets.

“it’s late pretty. i know you’re tired, let’s go to sleep, okay?”

“okay omi. i love you so much, please come home soon,” your soft whisper muffled by the pillow you’re cradeling.

“of course. i love you too angel. sweet dreams.”

he hears your slow, deep breaths over the phone and smiles to himself. he can’t wait to see the look on your face tomorrow when he gets home early, thanks to the other team cancelling the other matches.

“i’ll see you soon,” sakusa whispers into the phone before hanging up. getting comfortable, sakusa feels almost too excited to sleep, for all he wants is to see your face and kiss your lips.

like he said, it will be here before you know it.

#sakusa x y/n #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi fluff #kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu fluff #sakusa kiyoomi x reader

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for single handedly felling my company in one night, putting everyone who works for me out of jobs, and destroying all our research?

Hi. This happend a while back so I hope you can't immediately tell who I am. The whole thing was pretty famous along with the aftermath...

So I run this company— ran this company in my namesake. I was never one for claiming glory or riches so I made sure my own pay as CEO was as low as my other highest payed employees. We were mainly a tech and science company but dipped a little in everything.

I wanted to help the world, to fix it and make it better and better. No one would be left out, no one would be ignored. I even started a charity through it that helped so many people who couldn't afford healthcare. I invited top scientists from around the world to work at their own liberty with all the resources they needed to make the world better, to solve all types of problems like cancer and more.

We had many breakthroughs, and I even had a few worldwide tech gadgets like smartwear. Phones and watches and such. But thats where the first problem came up. You see, my company had... a mascot. One that also happens to be a superhero and my bodyguard. So thats not to say some people weren't happy with the association while others were a little too invested in it.

That led to a whole other things which led to me sending out a crazy signal through all of my smartwear to kill some zombies and stop an apocalypse. Of course no one cares that I saved the world though. Oh, and the destruction of half the planets satellites but thats a story for another time.

I will admit that I didn't start this company... Not in my right mind at leat. So when I was given the reins, a lot of people didn't like the changes I made. Which eventually led to a lot of betrayals of trust.

Story short: The world was being overtaken by the bad guys. REALLY bad guys. They ransacked all of my locations, stealing tech and research that, if in the wrong hands, would be too dangerous to exist. It was all to help people, but could easily be used for the opposite. There was only one office left, and we tried everything we could with our superhero mascot to stop them from breaking in and gaining access to all of our files and data network wide. (Not only does that go for research, but personal data as well from consumers.)

I only had one option left. Destroy it all, tear it down and delete everything so it can't fall into the wrong hands. And unfortunately it came to that. Everything was gone. We won and the bad guys retreated to be defeated later on. But in doing so I ruined so many people lives. Personal devices completely wiped, months or even years of research down the drain. So many jobs lost. And worst of all, the charity I founded couldn't be ssved either.

I had no other choice but I still feel awful. I lost everything, but more importantly, many others lost a lot as well because of me. AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[darwin-xf]

Vox Mulder; Ch. 1...

“Scully.”

Usually she answered her home phone with the more customary “Hello.” It had been a long week, though—one of many in a series of long weeks—and she’d yet to slough off her work manners.

“Hey Scully,” Mulder said. “Guess where I am?”

“Let’s see,” she said, making her way into her kitchen. “An hour ago you were next to me finishing up an expense audit. Then I looked up and-Poof!-you were gone. My guess is, the ether.”

“Incorrect.”

“The woodwork?”

“Actually, that’s very close. Didn’t mean to ditch you. You were tied up on the phone and I had an appointment.”

“Not a big deal.” she said. “It *was* five o’clock.” She’d never been one to crack jokes, but she couldn’t resist the occasional opportunity to needle Mulder. She took a water glass down from her cupboard and began running the tap.

“How did it end?” Mulder asked. “I’m breathless. On what did we spend $36.48 in the third fiscal quarter of last year?”

“First aid supplies. Gauze, ace bandages, a finger splint, aspirin, and Tylenol 3.”

“Ah, there’s some memories right there. We should bill the New Spartans. They can withdraw it from their ‘Anarchy & Mayhem’ fund. Assholes.”

“I never got all the details on that.”

“We have our whole lives, Scully. I’ve got to save some material with which to entertain you in our dotage. You don’t want me to start repeating myself.”

She wanted to laugh lightly, but his comment had knocked her off balance. Did he think neither one of them was ever going to retire? She stayed quiet.

“Thanks for finishing up the audit. Those things used to take me weeks to do. BS, that is.”

“BS?”

“Before Scully.”

“Huh. Well, someone has to do it.”

“I was not recruited for my clerical skills.”

“And I was?”

“Of course not, Scully. I’m just trying to thank you.”

Ok then. Scully dropped two ice cubes into her water and untucked her once crisp white dress shirt from her suit skirt, the phone trapped between her ear and shoulder.

“All right, Mulder, I’ll bite. Where are you?”

“Doctor’s office.”

“You feeling ok?” she asked.

“No, but I’m not sick.”

“Who doesn’t love a riddle, Mulder?”

“I’m at Dr. Parenti’s clinic, actually.”

Oh. That doctor’s office. “Great,” Scully said, trying and failing to cover anxiety and awkwardness with cheer. “How did it go? Did he answer your questions?”

“I didn’t have many. You were pretty thorough in letting me know what to expect.”

“Did you complete the paperwork?”

“Earlier this week. It took two hours. Who memorizes the height, build, blood type, and health history of each and every relative? I had to call my mom three times.”

So that was where he’d disappeared to after lunchtime Monday. Not that she’d been keeping tabs. Scully laid her suit jacket carefully over the back of a chair, took a big swig of her water, and collapsed into her sofa.

She was still on light duty between cases, still recovering from her misadventure in New York with Agent Peyton Ritter. Their most recent case, which involved murders where the hearts had been mysteriously and unaccountably extracted from victims’ bodies, had been unusually draining. It had been unsettling in more subtle ways, too.

The irony of light duty was how exhausting it felt to her. The more tedious and meaningless the work, the more it fatigued her. She propped her feet up on the coffee table.

“Did you tell your mom why you were asking?”

“Nah. She didn’t remember much. She’s not all that curious anyway.”

Sounded like his mother. When it came to Teena, Scully had to be careful in Mulder’s company not to telegraph her otherwise open scorn.

“Thanks for taking care of that Mulder. When will you go back to, uh, give a sample?”

“I’m still here. That’s up next.”

“Today?” Scully said, trying to keep the startle out of her voice.

“Time’s a wastin’,” Mulder said.

“Makes sense. You’re there anyway.”

“Yep.”

“Should I, uh, let you get going with that then?” Scully asked. Her voice seemed to have acquired a tiny squeak.

“That’s why I called. Unfortunately, I’ve hit a snag. I’m in one of the donation rooms. Have you ever been back here?”

“No. I’ve only seen the waiting room and the exam room.”

“I gotta admit, I’m not finding the atmosphere especially conducive to the task at hand.”

“So to speak,” she said.

“So to speak.”

“And why not?”

“Where to start? Let me paint you a picture, Scully. A windowless room only slightly larger than the broom closet across the hall from our office. The cheap linoleum flooring is cracked and yellowing. The furniture looks as though it’s been pilfered from a bus station.”

“Molded plastic,” Scully said. “Very chic. I’m sure that’s preferable to upholstery, though, given the purpose of the room?”

“Granted. But wait, there’s more. A pile of tacky magazines on a lopsided end table. There’s a VCR with a couple of lame tapes stacked on top. One of them is actually titled ‘Rockin’ ‘Ricans.’ I’m not normally one to object to porn on grounds of political correctness, but doesn’t that strike you as racist, Scully?”

“It does,” she said.

“Worst of all, there’s a post-it that reads ‘out of order’ over the tape slot.”

“Oh no,” Scully said with genuine concern.

“When I say tacky magazines, not only am I referring to the taste level, but also to the condition. Most of them are dog-eared, dated, and... sort of sticky.”

“Ewww.” Scully didn’t want to reinforce his apprehension, but what a nasty image.

“Not that I’ve touched them.”

“C’mon Mulder, you’ve got intrepid fingers.”

“And how would you know, Scully?”

“What I mean is, I’ve seen you swipe at many a vile looking unidentified oozing substance. Once you even tasted it.”

“That was because I wanted to identify it! Cases don’t solve themselves Scully. It’s part of the work.”

“Okay,” she said. “I hear you.” The volume and timbre of Mulder’s voice tended to serve as a rough metric for his anxiety. He had been particularly serene all week, available for her to lean on in the wake of the Padgett debacle. But his voice had been steadily rising since their conversation began.

“Any oozing substance I’d find in here I sure as hell wouldn’t taste. Not to judge anyone who would.”

“Of course not,” Scully said. Especially if the substance in question was his own, Scully mused. He probably would encourage tasting, in that instance. She was speculating, of course.

“I have my limits.”

“That’s good to know, Mulder. But in my experience, that office has been immaculately clean. Don’t you think they sanitize the donation rooms between, uh, uses?”

“I thought about that. You’re a scientist. How would you go about sanitizing a magazine?”

“Mulder, listen. They gave you a sample cup, right, as they presumably do with the other men? That’s the whole point, if I’m not mistaken. Given that, the magazines should be relatively unscathed.”

“Have you ever seen a toilet seat in a men’s room Scully? Not everyone has good aim. And this cup is tiny. Like it’s been scaled down for the likes of Frohike.”

“Mulder, I’ve come to appreciate the charms of Melvin. But summoning his image in this context has got to be a step in the wrong direction.”

“Good point.”

“Unless there’s something between the two of you I should know about?”

“Funny stuff, Scully,” he said humorlessly. “And why did they put this room next to the staff break room? Separated by more of a divider than an actual wall, no less. The microwave chimes every few minutes and the whole place smells like scalded cup-o-soup with an undersmell of rubbing alcohol. The combination is nauseating.”

Undersmell? He certainly was overstimulated. Just not in the way he needed to be.

“As we speak, I can hear the nurses laughing uproariously. I can’t get the idea out of my head that they’ve carved a peephole and are watching my pathetic attempts. Just for yuks.”

“Are you, um, attempting, right now?” Scully said, trying to mask her alarm.

“No! Jesus Scully. I’m complaining. And pacing. Which ain’t easy given the cramped confines.” Then, glumly: “I gave it a shot a few minutes ago and got nowhere.”

“Look Mulder…”

“You want to know the very worst feature of this room?”

“Why not?” She said.

“They pipe in muzak, allegedly to relax you. Also to drown out the buzz of fluorescent lights and the heckling nurses, I suppose. I ask you Scully: What kind of pervert would enjoy jerking off to Pachelbel's Canon in D minor?”

Oh no. When that big bad beautiful brain of his got moving in the wrong direction, it could be a challenge to slow the roll. Scully tore her own mind from contemplating Newton’s First Law of Motion and how it could be applied to non-corporeal processes. He needed help.

#msr #the x files #msr fanfic #mulder and scully #fox mulder #today in fic #dana scully #mulder x scully #x files #mulder #love this

[cocospoetrybook]

please text me back - an original poem about my bpd and experiencing having a favourite person

i’m so sorry to any person who i have ever found myself attached to.

i apologise for burdening you with my affection.

being loved by me must be exhausting.

but i hope you know that it’s just as exhausting if not more actually being me.

let me quickly explain every thought going through my head over the course of any conversation we have ever had through dms.

the second i wake up i text you it takes me 5 minutes to decide how to word it.

good morning,

exclamation mark!

no to open you might not feel the need to respond.

good morning how are you smiley face.

get rid of the smiley face

you may be sad or mad and the happy nature might make it worse

maybe i shouldn’t say good morning just morning.

okay

morning how are you

do i add a question mark or does that seem too formal?

i’m just going to send it.

it takes you 3 minutes to open the message

i know because i say moving my eye from the dm to the time at the top of my phone until i watched the delivered turn to seen.

it takes you 14 seconds exactly to type out your response

i counted them.

“hi i’m good.”

you didn’t ask how i was back.

i’m now wondering if you care about me at all.

you don’t do you?

you hate me don’t you?

if you despise me just tell me!

if you are annoyed i messaged you could just say that!

you only replied out of obligation and we both know it!

fine!

whatever!

it was stupid anyway!

you’re stupid anyway!

i don’t care anyway!

“hbu”

oh.

okay.

it’s fine.

im fine.

we’re fine.

still you only typed out 3 letters not the full sentence.

you put as little energy as you possibly could into acknowledging my existence but i’m choosing to ignore that.

i reply with

i’m good thank you do you have any plans for today.

it takes you half an hour to see the message and you tell me you have work.

i see the notification but i don’t open it i don’t want to seem to eger.

instead i set a timer for 60 minutes then i can message you back.

oh cool

exclamation point

i hope you have a good shift

heart emoji

how long is it going to be

question mark

also sorry i didn’t respond until now i hadn’t seen the message.

it’s now been an hour of me checking my phone every 2 minutes just incase i missed your message.

but you didn’t reply.

you didn’t even open it.

because you hate me…

you despise me.

you are actively trying to find ways to cut me out your life!

well fine i can make it easier!

i could block you right now so you don’t have too i’m sure you would just love that!

or better yet i could die right now so you never have to say another word to me and you never run the risk of pumping into me in the street when we both know you hate me so much!

and maybe it would make you respond quicker if you knew this is what i was thinking right now!

you might even feel guilty for how much you cant stand to be around me!

but equally i then wouldn’t be able to see your response if you did then reply.

so i guess maybe i shouldn’t.

and it occurs to me only then that maybe i was being a little bit silly.

maybe that was semi irrational.

maybe i have somewhat lost my mind.

but i don’t have time to think of that while i’m still counting the minutes it takes for you to open my fucking message like i’m meant to be counting my breaths.

when you reply it’s 8 hours later,

and i am emotionally drained from repeating that last step several times over.

“Hey, just got back from work.

I’m Ok.”

that was it.

that was all that i had drove myself crazy to receive.

you didn’t even ask how i was.

and i don’t get why you just don’t care.

and on the inside i’m going insane.

i am filled with anger but i don’t want to scare you away so instead i type out

hey i missed you,

exclamation mark!

i hope you had a good day

smiley face emoji,

back track

i hope you are had an amazing day!

also not to sound annoying but i noticed in your last message you put ok instead of okay also you capitalised the o normally you only use lower case are we still cool?

tears are streaming down my face and you don’t know that.

my breathing is uneven and you are unaware of that

so when you reply with

“my day was good thank you.

also obviously we’re still cool why wouldn’t we be

laughing face emoji”

i once again notice you still haven’t asked me about my day.

and now you are laughing at my insecurity while i have been crying for hours.

but im too tired to fight so if you say we’re fine im sure we are.

so i just say

sorry it doesn’t matter just had a bad day is all i was probably just reading into things you know how i can be.

it takes you 30 seconds to see it.

and it takes you a minute to reply.

i counted.

stop apologising we have been over this it’s getting really annoying constantly having to give you so much reassurance sometimes being around you is just so draining.

this time i don’t reply.

i just sit and sob.

because yeah it is so fucking draining.

and i already know that

and i don’t ever get to take a break.

#bpd things #bpd favorite person #bpd stuff #actually bpd #poemsociety #my poem #poem by me #poems on tumblr #poetblr #poet corner #poets corner

[my-thoughts-make-me-a-slut]

How do taxes work again? (Naughty or Nice #2: Sexting) 

I know I said that this one was gonna be a sweet story about decorating for Christmas with Loki, but I got a little far ahead of myself and wrote this story the other night. I can't get it out of my head and I've reread it about 50 times now and each time it gives me butterflies. This one is shorter than the last few stories have been.

Summary: After the Blip, the reader is living in a newly restored pharmacy in Midtown Manhattan and Loki is working with Valkyrie in New Asgard. For Christmas, the reader bought Loki a cell phone to communicate better while being far from each other. After a few weeks, Loki gets quite a few surprising messages from the reader early one morning.

Warnings: Sexting, descriptions of masturbation (M&F)

Bing, Bing.

I picked up this block-shaped object that (Y/N) had told me was a 'cell phone'. It was a new gift for Winter Solstice a few weeks ago but I still hadn't quite gotten the hang of it yet, she said it was for us to communicate more easily while she was in New York and I was in New Asgard. I picked it up from my cherry oak wood desk and read the message she had sent me. It was early here, but practically the middle of the night where she was. She must have been lonely.

'Hi, love. I miss you a lot right now, you've been on my mind all day.' I smiled reading her sweet message.

'I miss you too, darling. I'm sorry I can't be there with you right now.' I sent back, putting it back down on my desk, face up with the message still open. I picked up some tax documents, something that was becoming very trivial to me.

Bing.

I picked back up the phone.

'What are you doing right now? I'm sure you're probably very busy.' Even though these simple words were on this little screen, still she was adorable. It was like I could hear her saying these things to me, right now.

'Indeed, I still don't quite understand this concept of "taxes"' I sent back with a smile. My thoughts lingering to her laying in bed with her familiar, cuddled up under the sheets. It was still quite cold in New York, and since the Blip, her services were needed there more than ever before. Her powers were growing by the day, and she had become one of the most powerful witches in the world.

'Well, I had quite a long day, so many people came through the shop today, it was quite draining.' She replied.

'Oh no, I'm sorry. Do you need anything?' I asked, feeling bad for her.

'No, I'm fine, really. I was just considering taking a hot bath, like the ones you used to run for me in Asgard.'

"Fuck," Then my mind was flooded with those images of us together. The way we would bathe together, how soft her skin felt against mine as I ran my hands over her body. How warm our bodies would get when we were close, and the steamy kisses that followed.

'You know I'd do it for you right now if I could,' I sent back, trying to hide my embarrassment at what I was thinking.

'I know, that's alright, lover.'

Then she sent a photo of herself, standing in front of the bathroom mirror. I saw her reflection looking into the camera, smiling. She was wearing her usual silk robe and had her hair up in a ponytail. She looked absolutely beautiful, and a little tired.

'Oh, there's my sweet angel.' I typed it out hitting send.

Immediately another message came through,

'I was just thinking about the last time you were here. How you had me bent over this counter, fucking me hard. You made me cum so hard that night.'

My mouth fell open as she sent another photo through, this time she was naked and had her back to the mirror yet it was arched slightly. Her head was turned to the side to look over at the phone in her hand, her perfect jaw and shoulders lined up. Her ass rested barely against the marbled countertop. I couldn't believe she had just sent this to me.

'Indeed, I remember that night well also. I love watching you cum around me, knowing I am the one making you feel that good.' I responded immediately, unable to wait any longer.

I opened the photo and zoomed in on her body, the display on the screen making it look extra sexy. I could see every detail of her back and ass. How I wished I could be there with her right now.

'I wish I was under your desk right now, with my lips wrapped around your cock. I know this must be driving you insane.' She sent back.

The blood rushed to my dick and I dropped one hand to my pants to adjust the zipper's position before they became too tight against it.

'You always drive me crazy, darling. I can't help myself when you're like this.' I replied.

'I bet you're hard right now. So naughty, you're supposed to be working my King, am I distracting you?'

Then another picture, this time she was laying on the bed, her bottom lip between her teeth, and her free hand pinching the nipple of her left breast. Her eyes looked right at the camera as if she could see me through it.

'Gods, you're killing me. I want you so bad right now.' I typed back.

She didn't respond for a moment, and then I saw her next message, 'My cunt is begging for you to fill it, Loki.'

That sent me over the edge, and I was quickly pushing my chair back from the desk and crossing the room to lock the door. The last thing I wanted was for Valkyrie to walk in and see the depraved action I was about to perform.

Bing.

I returned to my chair, picking my phone up from the desk, and this time, there was a video. I loosened the button and zipper of my dress pants, and pulled my cock from my briefs, before hitting play on the video.

She had propped up the phone on her bedside table, and I could see the way her body was laying diagonally across her bed. With a pillow behind her head and her legs bent at the knees, showing off her pussy to the camera.

"This is for you, my love." She said.

Her fingers reached down and parted her folds, exposing her glistening pink cunt to the lens. My mouth watered at the sight.

"Are you going to watch me?" She asked out loud, knowing I absolutely could not take my eyes away from this sight.

Her fingers dipped into her wet slit, and I watched as she slowly started rubbing her clit.

"Yes, baby. I'm watching you." I said out loud, my fist tight around my cock.

I watched as (Y/N)'s eyes closed and her fingers sped up their movements inside her. I could tell she was getting close to climax.

"I've been thinking about you all day, how badly I want you, need you," She said, her voice thick with lust.

Then she began to moan, and her hips bucked into the air. I knew she was close to cumming, and I was dying to see it.

My hand worked quickly the only thought running through my mind was this wicked video that I knew would haunt my already torturous waking dreams of her.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' She cried out, her body jerking and shaking, her back arching off the bed, but her fingers continued to work against her clit. Her moans rang in my ears, and I felt myself building toward an orgasm of my own.

'Oh, Gods, Loki! Fuck yes, oh!' She screamed.

And then she exploded, and so did I. I shot my load into my hand, attempting to save my shirt from becoming soiled, and I collapsed back into my chair.

I heard her laugh, and then I saw her face appear on the screen. She was still lying on the bed, her hair a mess, and her eyes sparkling with mischief as the video ended.

I caught my breath and took a second to clean myself up before I buckled my pants back on, and adjusted my attire. Smoothing my hair back I heard my phone ringing, I picked it up, accepted the call, and held it to my ear.

"So, how was your first experience with sexting, love?" I heard (Y/N)'s sultry voice and the sound of water running in the background.

My breathing was still heavy, "Fuck, darling. I could have made a mess all over my office."

I heard her laugh, sweet and melodic, "Next time you're here I'll have to show you what FaceTime is, I'd love to see you spill yourself all over that gorgeous desk of yours."

I groaned, and she laughed again, "Now, don't you go ruining my fantasy, I'm sure you'll do much more than just that."

I chuckled, "I’m sure I will."

"Miss you, Loki," The sweet break in her voice had my heart pounding in my chest.

"I miss you more, love. I promise to make it up to you soon, okay?"

I heard her make one of my favorite noises, a half laugh, and a half huff, "I'll hold you to it."

"You better get back to your bath, I don't want to hear about how it overfilled again because you got distracted," I said in a more serious tone.

"Yes sir," She responded sweetly.

"My queen, I love you, thank you for earlier, get some good rest and I promise I'll be back out there to see you as soon as I can sneak away," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

There was a pause, and then I heard her say, "I love you too, Loki. Have a wonderful day, my king."

I hung up the phone and stood from my chair, walking to the door. I opened it and stepped out into the hallway, "Val, I think you need to explain how taxes work to me again!"

#loki laufeyson #loki of asgard #loki #loki x reader #fanfiction #loki x reader smut #loki x y/n #loki (marvel) #mcu loki

[pjunicornart]

I got bored so I filled out a HuniePop 2 data sheet for my favorite MtR poly ship.

Yes. There are more. But for now, Neil. Below the image, I wrote out what I thought the dialogue would be after you ask him. (Including the baggage + its effects!)

Drink: "Just plain old water is fine for me. Other stuff doesn't really sit right in my stomach." Ice Cream Flavor: "Aw man, you're gonna make me choose? I love ice cream! I guess if I had to pick one I liked the most... Chocolate!" Music Genre: "Pretty much anything with loud guitars and drums. So, I'll just say rock." Movie Genre: "Call me a nerd all you want, but I love learning new things about random subjects from documentaries." Online Activity: "Eh... I don't really do much online. If I am online, I'm usually watching videos before I go to bed." Phone App: "The music player is enough for me. It plays my music to help keep me focused on my work, so it gets the job done." Type of Exercise: "I started going on night jogs a couple of months ago. It's really refreshing running through the cold night air." Outdoor Activity: "I sit on my butt and lounge in garden. I was never an outdoors-y type person..." Theme Park Ride: "I'm too much of a wuss to go on most of the rides... If my family is at a theme park, you'll find me in the lazy river." Friday Night: "I'm usually so pooped out by the end of my work week that I just flop right into bed and proceed to sleep for ten hours..." Sunday Morning: "Weekend mornings are when I get cozy and catch up on my shows." Weather: "I like the rain. It's very calming." Holiday: "Oh, um... I don't really like the holidays. Too many negative memories associated with them..." Pet: "Dogs! We have one right now! He's the only dog in the park without contacts, ha ha!" School Subject: "How the hell are you even asking me that?! Science! Duh!" Place to Shop: "When I was younger, I'd spend my free time in the school library to escape my bullies. I could spend hours in a cozy bookstore now." Trait in Partner: "I'm really happy I found someone who loves me, and accepts me for who I am. Flaws and all..." Own Body Part: "Who thinks about that kinda stuff? Besides... there's nothing special about my body anyway." Sex Position: "...um... Don't judge, but I like doggy style. But, uh... I like to, y'know... be on the bottom..." Porn Category: "Oh. Wow, okay. That is certainly a question... Well, I've never seen anything crazy... so normal? Wait, isn't that just called vanilla? Vanilla. Final answer."

Baggage Neil: "Hey... just wondering. Do you plan on sticking around?" YN: "Maybe. Why do you ask?" Neil: "I don't know... I guess I'm just making sure I don't get hurt. You know, I wasn't adopted until I was twelve. Even after all these years, I still feel like one day, they're gonna leave me. I know that couldn't be farther from the truth, believe me! But sometimes, when I'm away on business trips, I feel... alone. I don't wanna be abandoned again..." Abandonment Issues - Cornelius will drain 5% of the Total Affection goal every time you switch your focus away from him.

Neil: "Sorry if this is a little personal... but how many people have you, uh... well, y'know... How many people did you do it with?" YN: "I don't really keep track of that sort of thing... but believe me, I've been around." Neil: "Wow... I don't think I could EVER do that! Ha ha! Maybe I'm just a sap, but it takes me a while to let somebody see that side of me. Hey! No problem if that's what you wanna do! I just like to take things a little slower." Old Fashioned - For the first 15 moves of the date, Sexuality Token matches directed at Cornelius will cause him to become upset.

Neil: "I just got wind that one of the inventions we've been working on in the lab failed on them... AGAIN. Ugh, that thing has given us nothing but trouble, I swear..." YN: "Why don't you try working on something else?" Neil: "Uh uh! Don't start with me with that talk! I ain't gonna hear it. I didn't get to where I am now by giving up! I WILL make this invention work. I just have to find another solution." Stubborn - Cornelius will refuse to accept any date gifts until he has at least 40% Passion.

HUNIEPOP AND MEET THE ROBINSONS ARE MY COMFORT THINGS, OKAY?! DON'T JUDGE ME.

Franny... Michael... Lizzy...

#rosey rambles #meet the robinsons #cornelius robinson #huniepop 2 #i got bored #comfort post

[idkanametoputhere]

MID!!!!

CONGRATS U LIL BUNDLE OF CHAOS !!! MAY MANY MORE FOLLOWERS COME YOUR WAY!!!

*balloons an streamers an confetti galore*

may I request Deuce Spade w/ Young by Vacations? surprise me u chaotic child

AHHHHH THANK U LOVE<33

tbh idk the song so I will leave space here for me to say my thoughts on it after I've listened to it:

OMG IK THIS SONG!!!!

ALSO I am SO SORRY for the delay, the wifi in my village has been out since Saturday morning and now they're trying to fix it but yeah enough with my rambling, ahem

type: angst

pronouns: they/them

character: deuce spade

song inspo: Young by Vacations

tw: cussing, me taking inspiration from real life, how I imagine delinquent deuce

this fic is part of my 100 followers event

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if you ask anyone if they have a childhood best friend, the majority of people will say that they did

deuce spade is one of them, a guy with an oh so supportive best friend who managed to get him out of trouble while still having fun

or well, at least he had a friend like that, you know, before he pushed them away

"Another day goes by

And where was I?"

it was sad to be honest, or more specifically lonely. the friend they had supported all their life, the friend they had turned to whenever they were sad, the friend whose side they stood by through thick and thin had pushed them aside

their blue haired friend was going through a "phase" as you could call it, he wanted to be perceived as a troublemaker, a tough guy who did mischevious deeds. and being friends with someone who had the reputation of a sweetheart was not really fitting for that reputation. and so the two unspeakable friends were suddenly separated

meanwhile the friend kept coming back

"Didn't think I'd still be here

Just to make things clear"

they were a fool to put it simply. a fool attached to their childhood dream of having a close friend. and they tried so hard to stay by his side. to keep supporting him through every one of his decisions

but in every relationship, friendship or not, there needs to be mutual affection for it to work. not just one sad fool, a jester in their own castle, who clings to every pice of affection shown towards them as if they'll fall into the abyss if they let go

"What's the use?"

they considered themselves a smart person. someone who can realise when they are unwanted and yet, they couldn't seem to be able to step away from their friend. they were unable to stop themself from checking at their phone, waiting for a text that would signal them hanging out with deuce

"I'm not talking sense"

everyone was worried about them. "it's fine" they claimed. "he's just been busy, so have i" they said. how many excuses have they come up with so they could lie to the ones who cared about them? or maybe they were lying to themself, they needed those lies to be happy

imagine a flower hidden from the sun. it needs the sunlight, but it is not given to the flower. it tried to find it, but someone placed it in the shadows and therefore it can do nothing but try to get close to its beloved sunlight before it dies

except their sun was not rising just so he wouldn't give sunlight to them

"Call it a ruse

On myself"

"hi" one time, they greeted him and he just quicly and awkwardly greeted them back

"hi deuce" another time, this time they got answered with just a small wave

"hi"

"hello"

"hi"

time and time again, they were greeted back by a quick wave and a roll of the eyes, until one day he just started ignoring them, not even sparing them a glance

and all the lies they had been feeding themself to feel better suddenly disappeared and they were able to see the truth

the truth was quite simple, once they were friends, shared every moment together, sad or not, they had made plans together for the future. and now? now they were nothing more than mere strangers, just like they had started

years of friendship down the drain for the sake of being "cool". pretty funny, isn't it?

"I wanted to go"

the worst thing in all of this was probably watching him with his friends at school or outside

for so long it had been them standing by his side, only for them to be replaced?

call them dramatic but losing such a close friend of theirs affected them a lot. it was as if their whole world had crashed down around them and someone was keeping them from rebuilding it

and the years passed like that, with the well-known sweetheart avoiding one person in particular as they focused on everything but him

and then it was time for both of them to be enrolled at the same college, NRC. and -you wouldn't guess- their luck is so good that they were put in the same dorm as deuce

but speaking of deuce, what about him?

"I wanted to say

All things come to pass

With time"

deuce knew he had fucked up. he knew that what he did was horrible, and now that he had gone out of that delinquent phase of his, he wanted to do nothing more than apologise to his old friend

he missed how they took care of any injuries he had after falling, he missed them sharing their lunch cause he forgot his, he missed them listening to him talking. and most of all, he missed their presence. he missed the warm smile they gave him and their melodic laugh

he thought that enough time had passed so that they would move over what happened, forgive and forget and all that. except he hadn't considered how hurt his old friend was, and how stuck on the past they were, for a good reason that is

and so every time he tried approaching them they turned away, avoiding him like that plague

"But I want everything now

To be all mine"

was he asking for too much? he just wanted his friend back! he knew he had wronged them but they could talk it over and make up, just like that! they weren't children anymore, were they? there was no need for petty arguments!

except of course if one of the two had years of pent up anger and pain caused by the other, then petty arguments were the way to go I suppose

"You think it's all over

Get up and try again"

and so it went, argument after argument, one each day. there were countless times when they were collared by their dorm leader because they were causing a ruckus, and he was right to do that

their fights were messy. no insults were thrown at eachother, there was a time when they cared for eachother so they didn't have the heart to be mean to eachother

but there were some ugly remarks being made

"You've got to act your age, darling"

"can't you just listen to me for one second?"

"couldn't you have, you know, not pushed me aside for literally no reason?"

"grow up"

yet another screaming match between the two. not the first one, and probably not the last one either

they say that, if two people are trying to solve a problem, there needs to be proper communication between them. can you see what the two heroes of our story are lacking? just that, exactly

"I was a kid, I was dumb, I get it and I'm sorry" yelled the ravenette, desperate to have his friend back. "good thing you realised you were dumb, but I was also a kid! and I was there for you since we were babies! you pushed me aside deuce, without any reason. you looked at me as if I was a stranger! you ignored me and never even gave me a reason why!" they screamed at his face, their eyes glossy, tears threatening to spill from their anger.

"do you k own how much that hurt? I was lying to everyone -i was lying to my own self for seven's sake- saying that 'oh no we're still friends. he still cares about me'. bullshit!" they kept on yelling as tears started running down their face

and then he realised how much he had hurt them. how much his own stupid actions had fucked up his most valued friendship

"Before you fall back in"

"I'm sorry" was the inky thing he could say the feeling of guilt running through his mind, like a virus infecting a body and making it weak, only able to respond to said virus

guilt, shame, regret, despair

he realised he had opened pandora's box, and he didn't know if there was hope at the bottom of it.

a/n: okay I got a bit carried away BUT CAN U BLAME ME? ITS A GOOD SONG THAT GIVES ME GREAT INSPIRATION AND I HAD NO INTERNET

#disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst disney #twst fic #night raven college #i just love angst #twst angst #deuce spade #twisted wonderland deuce #angst #pure angst #twst nrc #nrc #twst deuce #twst heartslabyul #100 followers event #twst fanfic #twst first years #twisted wonderland disney #they them #i love this #i love angst #anon <3 #songfic #twst requests #anon request #twst drabble #angsty

[leopardom]

man what a week

it started like shit with that anon on Monday that sent me into a full breakdown and insecurity crisis

same thing continued on Tuesday and even though i thought getting my hands on my new (refurbished because bitch is not a millionaire) phone would help a bit, it didn’t. and i also got my period and had to go work with the cramps killing me

i slept all day on Wednesday because i was so damn tired both physically and mentally and when i was awake all i did was to cry

on Thursday another wave of insecurity crashed on me and i started questioning the stage of my depression because things lately are not good

and today i thought that work would be the most tiring thing but it wasn’t. all day i’m thinking about everything and nothing at all and wow what a great time to feel like i’m bothering every single soul on earth with my existence. i went to a gig earlier tonight and i thought it would kinda lift my spirits but it didn’t. i was late, i forgot my earplugs home and now my left ear hurts and is ringing, i was all by myself in a crowd full of 40+ year old metalheads and got extremely alert and uncomfortable from a point on so i left after the second support act. and on my way home i realised that the mic on my new refurbished phone is faulty and so is probably the camera and i wanna cry. and all the overthinking about the phone led to me overthinking about everything regarding my life and my choices and my luck etc etc and honestly i just wanna off myself

and to top it all i also came to the realisation that maybe i will need to change therapist because the form of therapy i’m on now has given me everything possible and i feel like i need to dig deeper in myself and my current therapist doesn’t specialise in that type of therapy. and even the thought of changing therapists is exhausting and it’s already draining me.

and now i’m sure my depression worsened again and i’m probably at the stage i was right before getting on meds. and i’m ashamed. i shouldn’t be, but i am. because i was doing better and now i’m to rock bottom again. and i’m alone and i’m scared and i just need someone to hug me and help me or whatever. i don’t want to be like that. i want to be happier, i want to be less insecure and more confident. i want to be someone people will look at and not immediately think “oh poor her” or any sort of thought similar to that. this is gonna sound stupid af, but i also wanna be luckier in life. because life is throwing me so much shit that i can’t handle properly and i feel helpless. and i’m tired

why am i writing this here and not on a journal or something? i don’t know. maybe i wish someone will read it and relate. or tell me things will be alright. maybe i write it here because my irls are too busy with their own lives i’m just afraid to open up to any of them anymore. maybe i write it here because if i regret it later it’s easier to delete a tumblr post than make a sheet of paper disappear forever

#might as well not write all my thoughts in the tags for once #to save everyone from my stupidity #this is emma speaking

[os3npaio]

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Part Eight: Guilt

Amelia was expecting to be happy for her photoshoot and not be on the phone arguing with her fiancée in the bathroom. She rubbed her temple with an irritated sigh. The photoshoot was to show off a new luxury brand of hero-themed lingerie. It was supposed to be high quality and her manager was the one that scheduled it. Amelia didn't mind the lingerie part of her job, but she forgot to tell Izuku about it. That was a big mistake on her part, and she knew it.

"I NEVER agreed to THIS." Izuku was furious. "How did you agree to a lingerie shoot and not know?!"

"Izuku—"

"We agreed on no nudity, Amelia!" he snapped on the other side of the phone. "I remember sitting down with you about shoots like that!"

"Izu, it's not nudity. I'm going to be in lingerie. It's a new line of hero line. Y'know, like the cheap ones you bought for me." Amelia frowned to herself. "But better."

"That's different! I bought those so you can wear them for me! That type of stuff is supposed to be private. I don't want anyone else to see your body like that but me."

Amelia rolled her eyes.

"It's too early to be fighting right now and I'm working," she whispered in annoyance.

"I'm worried—"

"What are you so worried about? I'm not doing anything wrong! I'm here to do my job just like you are at yours." Amelia slammed her hand on the bathroom sink.

Izuku sighs. "I'm worried how this type of shoot would affect your reputation."

"What reputation? I barely even have one," she said as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"You know damn well what I mean." his voice was cold. "I'm worried about you, Princess."

"Stop worrying so much about me! I'm not made of glass and I'm not a child. Please stop treating me like I'm not capable of handling things."

There was a pause.

"Well, if would stop acting like a fucking child I would be so protective!" he growled. "After what happened—"

She clenched her jaw. "I have to do this photoshoot. It's my job."

Izuku scoffed. "You think so? I have half the mind to go down there and drag you out of that goddamn shoot myself."

"You wouldn't." Amelia let out a sigh.

"Oh? Do we want to test that theory? You're talking to someone who has float, speed, and Blackwhip."

"Yeah, like that will make a great headline for the papers." Amelia shook her head.

"Amelia. Evans."

"You seem to forget that you are my fiancée and not my manager." Amelia rolled her eyes. "I wish you could be more supportive of my work."

"I do support you, Amelia. I worship the ground you walk on, but I have a limit. I don't like the idea of it. Please understand where I'm coming from." Izuku let out a sigh of frustration.

"Izuku, can we not do this today?"

"It's not appropriate." he hissed.

"You know what's even more inappropriate? This entire conversation. I cannot walk out of a photo shoot because YOU don't approve. I am so mentally drained from the fighting," she said as she rubbed her temples.

"Amelia."

"Are you worried about my reputation or yours?" she asked bitterly.

"It's not like that and you know it. You're trying to put words in my mouth." Izuku sighed.

"Maybe we should take a break."

There was a pause.

"I beg your pardon?" he scoffed.

"I can't do this right now, Izuku. I need to get ready for this shoot. I'm already late for makeup prep."

"Amelia!"

Amelia hung up the phone before Izuku could say another word. She didn't want to hear it anymore. Her phone continued to go off and she silenced it with a frown.

I can't do this.

The tears brimmed her eyes before she slipped into the bathroom's furthest stall. If she was going to cry, she needed to do it now before the shoot. Amelia closed the stall and pressed her back against it to bury her face into her hands. The tears fell down her face as she let it all out.

Her mind went blank.

When did I become so miserable?

Everything came down on her at once. The very weight of what she had done had been on her mind all night. She was horrible for doing what she did and there were no excuses. Amelia had a moment of weakness and took advantage of Katsuki's kindness. He was gentle with her, cared for her needs, and made her feel like a woman.

All the things Izuku used to do at the beginning of their relationship. Izuku was usually in a hurry because of his work schedule. They never had enough time and Amelia was never satisfied. He always apologized for his work taking most of his time but at what cost?

However, after that night when Izuku hurt her, it changed everything. She saw a more sadistic side and she was not into it. Amelia didn't know what changed with Izuku. He used to be a passionate lover and boyfriend. He used to tend to her all changed after she lost his hero license.

Izuku was distant during the damage control. He did everything in his power for media outlets out of it. If she was grateful for anything it was that but with his change of attitude, she resented it.

He didn't treat her like a woman.

She was treated like a porcelain doll.

When she was with Katsuki last night it was the opposite. Never in her life did she think she would agree to do that so easily. If she was honest, she was completely terrified when Katsuki asked to kiss her.

Not because he asked.

Because she gave in without a second thought. Amelia was so desperate to be desired again it clouded her judgment.

But why did she want more? If she gave Katsuki the chance, he probably would have marked her body up with love bites. He made sure that she finished when they were together and overstimulated her but it felt good. Her face felt hot thinking about it.

It was exciting.

Fuck, Katsuki made her feel so damn good.

I'm so pathetic.

Deep down she knew it was wrong. She knew she shouldn't have done it. Amelia knew what she did was selfish, it was eating her alive. Amelia had not reached out to Katsuki since that night and it has been a few days. Her nerves were getting the best of her and she didn't know how to approach him.

The next morning after the Gala, Amelia had her original photo shoot and then was offered the lingerie photo shoot the following week. She took it without hesitation because it was a big break for her modeling career. Some part of her hoped Izuku would be happy about her branching out to a different type of photoshoot.

She looked up from her hands and took a deep breath as she grabbed some toilet paper to wipe her eyes. After a few minutes to collect herself, Amelia left to join the other models at the makeup stations. She sat down so the makeup artist could work on her. Her mind was elsewhere while they got her all dolled up.

The other models were taken to the changing area along with Amelia and given hero lingerie.

There was already a model in a Deku-themed set and she looked confused. One of the stylists handed her the Dynamite set and ushered her to the changing room. They closed the curtain behind her before she could say a word. Amelia clenched the two-piece lingerie in her hands nervously.

She took a deep breath before touching the fabric, it was silky to the touch. It felt nicer than the cheaper version she got from Izuku. Amelia took it off the hanger with a hum and put it on her body. She looked at herself in the mirror and for a moment touched her thighs and sighed.

It was a cute set.

The bra resembled Bakugo's hero shirt. Black with that signature orange x on the front. The panties were black like his pants and they had green straps on the thighs. She felt self-conscious as she looked at herself in the mirror. She slipped her phone out of her robe and snapped a few photos of herself.

The pictures she took the more confident rose as she posed with her phone.

"Be ready in 15 minutes ladies." someone calls out.

She looked down at her phone and debated whether to send a photo to Izuku, but it would only fuel a fire.

She nibbled on her bottom lip.

He'll be furious because it's Katsuki's hero costume instead of his.

She sighed to herself as she sat down in a chair and scrolled through social media. She had some time to kill before the photo shoot started. That's when she noticed she had a message on her Instagram.

💥RealAFProDynamite:

We need to talk.

[phone]

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"GOD—FUCKING—DAMNIT!"

Izuku threw his coffee cup with a frustrated groan, and it shattered against the wall. His quirk flashed through his veins as he stood there panting and staring at the dent in the wall break room. He could feel One for All coasting through his veins as he breathed heavily. His jaw clenched as he seethed at the phone call.

Fucking bullshit.

When Amelia called him this morning, he had got butterflies. She never calls in the morning or during work. He thought she wanted to talk but never did he think it would be something to set him off like this.

Everyone in the office looked at him and his face flustered in embarrassment. He quickly started to clean up the mug and the coffee spill. He excused himself to his office and slammed the door shut with a grunt. He pressed his back against the door and ran his fingers through his hair down to the back of his head.

Amelia has been so distant lately and it's driving Izuku mad. She barely calls or texts as it is now. He honestly thought they'd have time to patch things up yesterday at the Gala but she was so quiet. Every time he would talk to her it felt like she wasn't there. When he dropped her off at her apartment, he tried to get her to invite him inside but she insisted that she was tired. Izuku gave her the benefit of the doubt because of her photoshoot.

A break?

Has she lost her mind?

He was getting tired of walking on eggshells.

Izuku worked too hard to gain her love. He also risked his career to save her social status. Izuku wished that she would do better and listen to him because all he wanted was the best for her. He didn't understand how she couldn't see that. He never intended to change this way, but it happened because she changed first.

Something switched.

There was no way he was going to throw that away from a big miscommunication. He wanted his damn fiancée back and not whatever this was. It was something he couldn't see or understand. He loved her but he doesn't know what to do anymore.

He frowned as he down on his chair and leaned his head back against the headrest. Izuku moved forward to pull up a web browser for resorts.

Maybe a vacation would help us. Go somewhere where it's just us.

Maybe the states?

There was a knock on the door, and he sighed.

Would Amelia like Hawaii?

"Come in..." Izuku sighed.

Maybe I could buy her a few swimsuits?

Amelia always looks good in white.

The door opened as Uraraka walked inside. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry for my outburst." he frowned. "Been having a rough morning."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Uraraka frowned as she closed the door behind her. "You've been very tense around the office lately."

"I shouldn't have done that. It was very unprofessional and immature of me." Izuku clicked around the browser with a frown.

"I mean it's been a month since it started," she said as she rubbed her arm. "Do you want to talk about it? I'm always here for you, Deku."

Please stop.

Izuku scrolled down the available options for an island stay and clicked one. Uraraka stepped closer to his desk as she cleared her throat nervously. He stopped looking at the computer screen and looked at her.

"It's a personal problem and I shouldn't have let it affect my work. I'm sorry about that. I will do better with that." He said as he folded his hands on his desk.

"I'm just worried about you."

"Don't be. I'll bounce back. It's just a rough patch right now." Izuku smiled at her.

Uraraka frowned. "Is it about Amelia?"

Izuku looked away with a sigh. "I don't want to talk about it."

She leaned over his desk to touch his hand. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Izuku felt his entire body run cold as h realized how close she got. Uraraka had moved around the table to get to him. Her hand lightly touched his thigh and his heart raced as Uraraka leaned over for a kiss. His hands shot up to shove her away before their lips connected.

"What the hell are you doing?"

His heart hammered away against his eardrums as he stepped back, nearly tripping over his office chair. They both stared at each other before Izuku clenched his jaw.

She looked at him surprised. "Deku?"

Izuku pointed at the door and with a firm voice he growled. "Get out."

"Deku..!" she held up her hands. "I'm sorry!"

He scoffs. "Get the FUCK out of my office."

"I...I'm sorry!" she started to whimper.

"This is so unprofessional! You come into my office to throw yourself at me? I'm engaged! What did you think was going to happen?!"

"I just..." her voice choked. "You look so unhappy and I thought..."

"You thought?" he scoffed louder. "You thought I was going to sleep with you? That I was going to throw my relationship away because I'm stressed out?!"

Uraraka stepped back with a sob. "I just don't like seeing you so unhappy! I wanted to make you feel better and—"

"I love Amelia. That's never going to change." Izuku clenched his jaw before looking at Uraraka.

"I could make you happier. You deserve to be happy, Deku." She stepped forward to grab onto his shirt but he held up his hands.

"Uraraka.." he looked away from her. "I'm going to look past this as your friend and not reprimand you."

"Deku please.."

She tried to step forward again but Izuku backed up even more.

I feel sick.

"Please leave my office." Izuku pointed at the door[ once more. "I need to be alone, and I can't even look at you right now."

Uraraka left his office with a sob and the door shut behind her. Izuku stood there his heart was racing. He locked his door before walking back to his desk. His hands covered his face as he broke down.

He knew he was a mess.

"Fuck.." he mumbled over and over again.

He quickly pulled out his phone as his heart hammered away in his chest. He quickly tried to call Amelia's number but she didn't pick up. His jaw clenched as he started frantically typing away at a message. The entire time his heart was racing and his stomach knotted.

This can't be happening.

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The Monkie Kid's Lover by Fanfiction_writing! (Me on AO3)

It was a normal day like any other Mk was delivering noodles across the city and came back from doing so to the shop he worked and lived at, Pigsy's noodles.

"Hey Pigsy! How you doing? I just finished delivering noodles to the city square!" Mk told his father excitedly

"I'm doing good, Mk, and that's great and your shift is almost over so you can get some rest soon, sound good kid?" Pigsy was happy today, tang had been smothering him with love so he'd go easy on Mk today

"Yeah it sounds great dad! Well I'll be on my phone till my break is over, okay?" Monkie kid had replied and asked

"Yeah sure, go ahead kid I'll be here if you need anything" Pigsy had responded

Later Mk was in his room asleep

So he slept until the next day

"Hm.." Mk yawned as he got up and got dressed he knew red son would be attacking again today, he kept track and saw a pattern to Red son's attack's so he knew when and where and what days he would strike

The Monkie kid proceeded to walk down the stairs fully dressed with his staff in hand and he walked and walked until he was in the whereabouts of where he needed to walk no more furthermore because red would strike here in only a few minutes to spare

As if right on time at 9:30 Red son appeared at this designated spot near the weather front to drain it's power and use it again the city

"Noodle boy? What in Buddha's name are you doing here before me?" Red was surprised to see Mk here especially since the alarm for demons crashing a day just went off

"I'm here, because I am. Anyways, should I go soft on you today?" Mk was flat out tired and didn't wanna have to deal with this much longer as he got ready and into his Fighting position

"Heh, no way noodle boy you'd be wasting your time trying to beat me fighting like a baby with soft hits." Red son taunted

"Oh shut up red bull." Mk smirked at himself knowing red bull was a type of drink but hong erzi,red son's formal name, didn't know that

"You wish" Red son then paused thinking of what to say next "anyways on with the fight?"

"On with the fight." Mk repeated

A little later Mk and red son finished there fight

They were both tired and in some pain.

"Wow…you certainly didn't hold back today Red…just…wow!" The Successor of sun wukong was a little drained if not tired from the fight. He was surprised nonetheless because Red in the past wasn't that much of a challenge now all of a sudden he's landing hits?

'Jesus' Mk thought,'I must not be keeping up with training then'

Afterwards Red son looked at Mk with a seemingly happy smile on his face "hah! I've worn you down, noodle peasant! I, Red son, am becoming victorious!"

[THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS IT IS NOT FINISHED I REPEAT IT'S NOT FINISHED]

[reaperintheroses]

Hangman smut????

also Phoenix/Bob fic, platonic or not!

Thank you!!!

Besties the time has come, my first ever official smut and it's with boy toy hangman. This is genuinely porn with no plot. Also @curtana76 wanted a hangman with shy reader. I personally am not very shy so I don't feel like I gave that complete justice but I tried my best. Also I made the border in this fic myself, yall are more than welcome to use it just give me credit please. Also as this is my first smut ever if yall could give this just a little bit of feedback or creative criticism I'd really appreciate it! Warnings: swearing, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (they are both consenting adults as you will see), no plot like literally at all.

When Jake had first asked you out you physically couldn’t find the words to say yes. He just stared at you with raised eyebrows while you took about three minutes to untie your tongue from the knot it had formed itself into. “Um yes, I would love to um-” you cleared your throat, trying to give yourself more time to gather your words- “that would be great, yes.” He chuckled slightly before nodding. He grabbed a pen out of his pocket before reaching for your hand. “Text me,” he walked back over to his friends. You looked down at your hand, gently tracing the ten numbers with your fingers before cradling the hand to your chest. You nodded at where he had stood, a small sliver of confidence coming far too late.

Later that night you typed the number into your phone and sent him a small text, letting him know who you were before you set your phone on your dresser. You turned on your shower, not expecting anything to come of the message. Maybe he was just giving you his number on a dare. You let the water wash over you as all of the thoughts swirled through your head. You turned the shower off and stepped out into your steam filled bathroom. You picked up your phone to set your alarm for tomorrow morning and were instead greeted with a series of texts from Jake.

-Hey, I didn’t think you would text back -you seemed like you kind of lost your words earlier today haha -so are you free later this week? -I’m all good for anything past thursday -Let me know when you get a chance

You raised your eyebrows in surprise before shooting back a reply.

-How does Friday night work?

He quickly sent back that he would love to see you Friday night.

You had been dating Jake for five months and he had slowly been helping you come out of your shell. You had begun to get better at having a conversation without making up some haphazard excuse and running to hide in the bathroom. You always felt better with Jake in your sights, his hand on the small of your back guiding you through the bar or his arm draped over your shoulders as he talked to colleagues. You nursed a bottle of beer as you watched him play pool. You had zoned out a while ago. You just watched the balls slam against one another on the pool table. All of the sudden you hear a small whisper in your ear, “Hon?” You shook your head to clear the static that had taken place in your brain. “Hm oh yeah what’s up?” He smiled and laughed at your reaction while you smiled up at him. “I was asking if you wanted to get out of here?” You grinned and nodded eagerly at him. While you had been slowly making your way out of your comfort zone you still got overwhelmed super easily. You drained the rest of your beer, dropping it into the recycling before grabbing Jake's hand and letting him lead you out of the bar. You walked up to his car, letting him open the passenger side door for you before he walked around to the driver seat and sat down. “Want me to drop you off at your place?” You chewed over your lip for a second before shaking your head. “Do you mind if I spend the night?” He drew back for a moment before nodding excitedly. You could tell he was trying to not seem too eager but he did a terrible job of hiding it. He took your hand and squeezed it before dropping it to turn the car on and put it into drive. As he pulled away from the parking lot your mind began to race at a mile a minute. In all of the months the two of you had been dating, you’d never gone further than just heavily making out. You always put a stop to it before it could go any further. You were always nervous about one thing or another. That it would hurt or that it would be a huge let down and you would have to suffer silently. It wasn’t that you were a virgin, just that you had very disappointing past experiences with sex. You were ready to just get it over with, ready to get your hopes up and be disappointed but wanting it over and done with.

The ride back to Jake's apartment was filled with comfortable silence. You were nervous, allowing that small traitorous part of your brain to fill your head with delusions of a wonderful time. As Jake slowed the speed of the car and pulled into his driveway you decided you would hope for something more, maybe this time it would be different. You nodded slightly to yourself. Jake raised his eyebrows at you and you smiled softly in return. He turned the car off before leaving the car. You unbuckle your seatbelt and reach for the car door handle. Jake beat you to it though, opening the door and holding out his hand to you. You took his hand and let him lead you inside. He tossed his keys into a bowl by the door before reaching the lightswitch above it and turning on the lights. “You can borrow some of my clothes and I think I have an extra tooth brush underneath the si-” he trailed off as you grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. He looked at you confused before you stood up on your tiptoes and crushed your lips to his. He didn’t even waste a beat before he incircled his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him and up against his chest. You reached one hand up to tangle in his hair, bringing his head down closer to you. It felt like you were having a mental battle for dominance that was more of just a formality. You knew you were going to lose the moment you engaged him yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He slid his hands down lower until they were against the back of your thighs. You jumped up, crossing your legs across his back as he carried you through his house and into his bedroom.

He bent over the bed, placing you gently on the mattress before finally breaking contact. Your breathing was labored as you sat up and brushed hair out of your face. He panted as he looked at you, his eyes bearing into your soul. You looked up at him and his face melted. You both made fast work of shedding your clothes, trying your best to not break the intense eye contact. You were both left in your underwear, you went to kiss him again but he placed a hand on your stomach pushing you down on your back to the mattress. He leaned over you and sealed your lips in a kiss again before quickly breaking apart, he kissed your jaw before making his way down to your neck and down your sternum. He continued to kiss down your body, one hand reaching for your bra, pulling the fabric down. He allowed that hand to blindly fondle as he sank to his knees in front of your clothed center. You shut your eyes in a fit of pleasure, the feeling too overwhelming for you to stand. You felt his hand slip underneath the cotton.

“Is this okay, sweetheart.” You nodded blindly, wanting him to continue his ministrations. He retracted his hand from your chest and your eyes shot open, looking down at him offended. “I need a verbal yes or no, honey, is this okay?” That was new, no one had ever asked you that before. “Yes please, this is great just keep going, please!” You begged as he slipped your underwear down and off of your legs, throwing it somewhere on the floor around you. He abandoned your chest before grabbing both of your knees, spreading your legs and tossing them over your shoulders. His hands snaked up your thighs before taking hold of your hips. You lifted your head confused as to what he was doing before he attached his mouth to your clit gently and you let out the loudest moan to ever escape your lips. You quickly placed your hands over your mouth as he continued to attack your cunt with his tongue. Your vision went white as your muscles began to contract and spasm against your will. You felt one of his hands leave your hips and slide up your body. He grabbed one of your hands and pushed it away from your mouth without breaking contact at your center. He pressed a kiss before gently looking up at you. “Come on baby, I wanna hear all those pretty noises you make. Let me know what I do to you.” You nodded and moved your hands to your side, fisting the bed sheets as he continued. You felt your muscles tighten as you whined, letting go of everything as he continued to nurse you over the edge. You felt your entire body go loose as he backed away, planting a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You lifted your head to look at him as he dragged the back of his hand across his mouth and lifted it to his lips, licking at your excess juices without breaking eye contact. It was such a raw motion that you immediately lost the small bit of composure you had regained. You reached behind your back and removed your bra, dropping it off of the side of the bed. Jake shed his underwear and followed you onto the bed, leaning over you to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips and it was one of the most primal things that you’ve ever experienced. You chased the sensation as he leaned over you fully. You broke away and gasped, pressing your forehead to his as you tried to regain some form of sense.

“Please, please fuck me.” He nudged you with his nose as he mouthed at your neck. You took your legs and wrapped them around his waist trying to push him closer to where you wanted him. You felt him sink his teeth into your neck and you knew that it would form into a hickey you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. “You want to stop at any time, you just say so, alright?” You let out a breathy, “Okay.” You felt him prod softly at your entrance before he grabbed your hands in his own and interacted your fingers. He slid into you and you felt your entire breath escape. He stopped to give you a moment to adjust. He dropped his forehead to your own. “Sweetheart, I need you to relax, just breathe.” You exhaled deeply and allowed your muscles to loosen around him. You nodded against him as you calmed down. “You can move now, I’m okay.” He dropped a peck to your lips before he began to rock against you. You moaned as you felt him begin to pick up his pace. Your legs began to tremble around him as he continued to thrust. “I’m close, oh I’m so close,” you whimpered into his ear. “Yeah me too,” he grunted as his thrusts began to become sporadic. You felt your back arc unwillingly as you tossed your head back. “That feels good, doesn’t it.” You whined at his teasing tone. “It’s okay baby, you can come.” Your eyes clouded with stars as you finally reached your release, Jake following you not much later. He leaned above you, being careful to not drop fully on top of you. You whimpered softly as he pulled out of you, Jake shushing your noises as he rolled onto his side, pulling you in close. He pressed his mouth to your temple. “Go to sleep, love, I’ll be here when you wake up.” As you drifted into a peaceful sleep you knew that all other men had just been ruined for you. That Jake was definitely going to be your forever.

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