#this was made for the whole purpose of the fourth gif

[sanjisblackasswife]

OP Men With a Girlfriend with a Fat Ass. (Black Fem! Reader)

Ft. Monster Trio, Kid, Law, Ace, & Shanks

A/N: Yeah boobs are great…but nobody talks about anime dudes loving ass like commonnnnnnnnn. + I think women in OP don’t have big butts. Like…they have the tits sure and Ik they have A FORM of a butt but like…they ain’t got a fat asssssss

CW: A whole lotta nonsense.

Luffy

You are the sole reason he is a butt guy rather than a boob guy

He likes having you walk in front of him for obvious reasons

He doesn’t realize how much he stares though it’s kinda just subconsciously a thing he does with no shame behind it

Your butt has a literal mind of its own when you walk and it’s just mesmerizing to him

He never touches it though

On purpose

When Luffy hugs you he mostly enjoys wrapping his arms around your hips and thighs and lowers himself to pretty much hug your butt with his face

You remember when Luffy had to hide under Boa’s coat and his body was wrapped around her body—-yeah like that that’s how he hugs you from behind

It’s so soft pls let him bite it.

There was a few times you caught him staring and he’d laugh it off scratching the back of his head before you almost scold him for not paying attention as you talked

If you both are sexual in your relationship your ass is something he holds dear when sleeping with you.

Luffy grinds on ur soft and plush butt while you both are sleeping, at first you couldn’t sleep because of this but you’ve somehow gotten used to his erratic thrust against your ass

When you lay on your stomach and watches you shift just to see your butt jiggle

He’s so amazed on how it still moves even after you stopped shifting

All in all Luffy loves dat ass.

Zoro

Ass eater fasho

Look at him.

Booty Hunter Zoro

He loves the booty more than anything else on you.

He was actually shocked on how fat your ass really was when you stood naked in front of him the first time KSHSSHS

You always wore jeans and they were so so tight (still looked good in them though) he just didn’t register HOW BIG your butt really was

“Fuck, you have a fat ass, babe.”

HE SLAPS IT SO HARD

And he SLAPS IT ALOT so be prepared

He doesn’t care either how much it hurts he loves watching it jiggle afterwards

Like sir excuse me you left a mark

Absolutely sleeps on it when you both nap.

Zoro is another one that just stares at you when you walk across the ship

Lord help you if you wear a sun dress

You have almost all thongs so when you wear looser clothing your butt is free to move how it likes

Makes you do mostly leg workouts to watch you squat

Swears you’re doing it wrong just to be behind you when you do it

“No, Y/N you have to go lower like this.”

“Get Ya dick Off me!”

He does ask you such stupid ass questions about it though

“So it’s not heavy when you fight?”

“Zoro what the hell are you talking about.”

“All of…that you’re carrying behind there.”

Mf…

Sitting on his face or eating it from the back once is a must if you want to use his mouth

“Imma suffocate you.”

“It’s okay i can hold my breath really long.”

Zoro is a Ass man and you just made it worse so congratulations

Kid

Same as Zoro. Eats dat ass for breakfast, lunch, and dindin

He enjoys watching you put on pants

“Something you need?”

“Just enjoying the show.”

He thinks your butt is nothing but temptation and something to distract him

Blames you for it completely because how dare you.

“PUT THAT AWAY!”

“WHAT?!”

“THAT BUTT OF YOURS I CANT FOCUS WITH IS SHAKING IN MY FACE ALL DAY—“

“HELLO—?!”

He has caught Killer watching. Killer tries to say he wouldn’t know because of his mask, but he know he’s looking right at your butt sway back and fourth

He uses it as a stress ball sometimes KSBSJSKS

Actually compares your butt with his

“Mine is bigger.”

“You mean flatter.”

“I hate you.”

Sanji

Definition of “Don’t know what to do with all that ass.”

When he first met you he of course adorned your beauty. Granted you always worn baggier clothing than the rest of the girls on the ship, since you were a bit heavier and insecure Sanji didn’t give af about that anyways he still liked you, but after the 2 years you loss some weight and gained the strength and confidence you always deserved and finally started to wear more revealing clothing and which revealed your true shape.

“Y/N-Y/N SAN YOUR BODY IS—-YOUR BUTT IS SO—“

Bleeding on sight. You were wearing some cut shorts with a tied shirt and the shorts cupped your round butt so beautifully.

Crush him with your thighs and butt pls

When you walk you tend to sway your hips a lot making your butt move and it catches his attention so fast all he wants to do is rub it :((

He gets hard a lot when you wear bikinis

NEEDS a reason to touch your lower half at least once a day or he’ll combust.

“Would you like me to rub sun screen on you, my princess?”

His lotioned hands always tease around your smooth fatty cheeks when he massages you

Speaking of massages he gives you one every night and that either leaves him a horny mess or fucking into you from the back

You shook your ass on him once while dancing and he just COULD NOT handle what he seen and bled on you

“Please do me the honor of sitting on my face.”

Okay so…there was this one time Sanji fucked you in the kitchen and he asked if he could try something knew and you said okay, he bent you over and poured honey on your ass and licked it up.

You were shocked and turned on all at once.

When you wear skirts you’re such a damn tease to him the way the back of it always ends up shorter than the front and it always hits the bottom of your cheeks so beautifully

VERY PROTECTIVE BTW

Immediately kicks around mfs that say anything derogatory about your shape

“She has to be a slut with a body like t—-“

One to the head now you know he dead

Yeah Sanji and the rest of the OP boys do not play about people talking about your body. It’s theirs for a reason who is anybody allowed to talk crap about it?

Law

He’s more of a thigh man but since you’re natural best believe you have those to match with them two beach balls you got back there

He always under estimates how you look in clothing.

“I don’t think this will fit—“

“It will It’s Just your unifo—-oh.”

Ass is still sitting pretty in a jumper.

Law’s stupid ass tends to read about bodies with larger mass of fat on specific areas and if it’s normal

NOT TO BE MEAN HE LOVES YOUR BODY HE JUST WANNA MAKE SURE YOURE COMFORTABLE AND HEALTHY PLS

He cuddles the butt and if your have stretch marks or cellulite he traces /pokes them with his fingers

“Stop that!”

“Your ass moves even when you talk, fuck..”

Absolutely cannot handle you doing reverse cowgirl

Cumming in minutes you didn’t even properly adjust to his size

He taps or plays with the fat of your thigh when he is in thought. So much so there is a small bruise that formed because he always did it in the same area

Wants you to sit on his face, but embarrassed to ask

DO NOT HOVER OVER HIS FACE HE HATES THAT SIT ON HIM.

You did it and he did the most obnoxious moan inside you

Makes you wear nothing but your panties when you both are alone.

Ace

“Suffocate me with your thighs please I don’t want to be alive anymore.”

He uses your butt as a punching bag sometimes KSHSHSISK

Like you’ll be looking the other way talking to him and he’ll be behind you lightly punching each cheek for his own amusement

He wants you to wear his shorts so bad???

“I can’t fit them.”

“You can—look they stretch!”

He just plays with your butt a lot and like 90% of the time it isn’t even sexual he just loves the fat of your ass sm.

He thinks you look like a mf goddess with how your body moves when you dance

He absolutely loves when you ride him but he does it in front of a mirror so he can watch your wet ass bounce in him.

“Stop Doing that or imma sit on you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

When he hugs you from behind he tends to dry hump you and sometimes you don’t notice KSHSHSKS

Falls asleep on your ass

Has thought about eating your ass

He just really loves your ass

Shanks

So. Many. Butt jokes.

He was drunk and barged into your room one night to find you laying on your stomach in your panties reading and kissed your ass

“Wha—?”

“I was craving something for my tooth so I kissed your butt…cuz you have such a sweet ass.”

You hate this man sm.

You have to sit on his lap once a day or he’ll pout. Literally pout all day.

Rubs your butt constantly when he is beside you.

Doesn’t give af who is watching because who gone stop him?

Another ass eater

HATES when other men look at your ass.

That’s his ass who tf are they to look and gawk over it?

Would prefer if you wore No panties when you wore skirts

Makes stupid excuse for you to bend over a lot

Absolute menace because he in fact an ass man

You’re actually the first woman he has been with with an ass like yours so when he sees it he sometimes gets flustered you never see it though.

Unlike Law doggy style and reverse cowgirl is the go tos. Your jiggly booty is his new treasure.

Dry humps you sm you swear he’s like a dog in heat.

When you guys go shopping he likes to be in the dressing room with you to watch you struggle to put on pants.

“Baby did you get the right size these feel too small?”

“No.”

“WHY?”

“Cuz look..” -casually pokes the fat that couldn’t get in the pants.- “sexy.”

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[austinsastrology8991]

> Mars in Houses < How you fight demons by becoming more demony ANd where others thirsty for yo Red-Bull-shit

Mars in First - Red bull gave you wings. your venom is oozing out yo teeth, but you still grinning at anything that moves. you act out a lot -and we let you - only because we don't wanna be the reason you lashed out - and you will justify your outbursts with any reason possible. because anything and everything makes you jump into a fist fight. and we don't wanna hear it was our fault later when we all know its your fault Mars in Second - Red bull made you sleep. you tired of fighting, but you will never surrender - so like what do you even want. your easily the most annoying person to get in a fight with because you never quit even if you lost the fight. passive in yo jabs but you a genius at pissing me off. and honestly the only reason i put up with it is because you so god damn sensual but your the definition of walking on egg shells Mars in Third - Red bull gave you intrusive thoughts. You are irrationally provocative and you don't even care that you just pissed everyone off with yo shit talking. you are able to have a conversation, but you must get the final word, and this final word, is why we all roll our eyes at you whenever you say yo 'piece.' notice how know one talks shit back to you? talk is cheap Mars in Fourth - Red bull gave you cancer - you hold in a lot, and we know your insides are boiling into a hot soup and thats why everyone so nice to you. we dont want to be the ones you vomit at. and we know its because yo mama made you bite yo tongue as a kid. and well we gotten used to it Mars in Fifth - Red bull gave you energy - get hyper - *dubstep**ksi appears** your dominant simply because your energy is overwhelming to others > you got the loudest laugh > the 'funniest' jokes > the biggest rawr xd > no one gonna step to you because you loud , and to extinguish yo flames we gotta call the fire brigade because you set the whole building on fire Mars in Sixth - Red bull gave you band aids/aids - you the most non combative person but can cut anyone so easily. you know exactly how to put someone down, and thats why you dont look for fights, because it feels like work at dis point. undercover freaks Mars in Seventh - Red bull gave you an erection - RED ROCKET RED ROCKET ummm do you really gotta show yo red rocket to everyone. seriously you working everyone as if you plan on sleeping with everyone. and the people you really wanna sleep with man, never seen a bigger simp, but keep pretending you a pimp, i mean i would too if i was as thirsty as you Mars in Eighth - Red bull gave you demon wings - scary. you can expose anyone by diggging into their psyche/secrets, and after you expose them, you console them, make them feel better about how you made them yo bitch. I mean its impressive how well you keep your secrets to yourself, but man do you exterminate everyone elses and its uncomfortable to be yo target Mars in Ninth - Red bull made you jump off something high - loud ambitions and a whole buncha energy. and well we know you have a grand plan to take over the world, but we done hearing about it we just waiting to see if you got the balls to do it. oh wow you actually jumped off the cliff and nearly died. was it as legendary as you thought it would be > i mean shit, imma talk about it so maybe? Mars in Tenth - Red bull made you put on a suit - Professionally a proffesional. a professional that proffeses they a profesional professionally like professionals who are proffesional. do you feel like i gave you the respect you deserved, or do you feeel im mocking you? they ask themselves this typa shit 24/7 because they dont wanna get spat on, but they so used to it - so they put themselves in only win win situations to avoid anything 'unprofessional'

Mars in Eleventh - Red bull gave you purpose - yall are kinda fearless but we all know its because you so afraid you wont get your way lol. but you masters at getting yo way, but that just means people dont wanna get in yo way... now ask yourself. how beneficial is this really. i mean at least nothing is an obstacle, but also no one helping you, becasue your attitude has convinced everyone you dont need help, and we also don't want to Mars in Twelfth - Red bull made you think he gave you wings - yall into infecting peoples minds; thats yo weapon. you know the exact right things to pull off to get people stuck in a thought loop of guessing what ifs of what is actually nothing at all. and this 'weapon' after a while, is completely useless after yo game is revealed, but yall are intriguing and are always shapeshifting into some new shit

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[outsideratheart]

I’ll protect you (Ana-Maria Crnogorcevic x reader)

Based off this request.

Have you ever met someone who you instantly have a connection with? Where it's like you knew each other in a past life and your first meeting is actual a reunion? That is the way you would describe the day you met Ana.

Now almost three years later the two are you are inseparable although neither one of you have confessed that you want your relationship to be more than platonic.

One of the things you loved about Ana was her commitment to the team and the Catalonian people. It came as a shock when she picked up Spanish as quickly as she did but it could be argued that it wasn't the student that was good, it was you the teacher.

Her passion carried over when Barcelona played Real Madrid, the legendary El Classico.

"Someone's excited" you spot Ana in her locker, her knee bouncing up and down.

"And you're not? I know you love this match just as much as me, if not more" Ana helps you tape your wrists, it was your first of many pre match rituals.

"I know that with Jenni gone and Alexia on the sidelines I am going to be their number one target"

In every El Classico so far, Real Madrid were predictable. They made it known very early on in the game who they wanted to take out. You enjoyed it and you loved any chance to tease your Madrid counterparts although they didn't find it fun getting beat time and time again.

"I'll protect you" Ana is deadly serious when she makes her promise to you.

"I can look out for myself. Focus on getting the ball in the back of the net"

History is sure to repeat itself as Barcelona find themselves 2-0 up just before half time. Madrid start to get desperate but it was to be expected and you warned the girls of this. Esther was no longer hiding her intention to hurt you and after the third of fourth tackle she got a yellow card. At this point you thought she would back off in fear of getting a second and then a red only this doesn't happen.

The half time whistle blows and instead of going into the locker room, you go straight for the woman that has been on your back the entire game.

"Keep going Esther. You know I have my limits and you are dangerously close" you body check her before walking away.

"I barely touched you. You just don't know how to play football without your friends. The whole world knows that you're struggling to play without Alexia and it is only a matter of time before they see that you're not worth the credit you get" Esther spits.

"Shut up or the next thing to come out of your mouth with be your teeth" Ana's presence startles you.

Esther continues rambling as she walks through the tunnel, her voice becoming quieter with every step she takes.

"She's right" you admit as you sink into your locker.

"No, she isn't and you'll prove her wrong when you go back out there and show the world just how good Y/N Y/L/N is"

Ana always has faith in you even when you didn't. Over the past few months you have doubted yourself more than ever but she was always there to remind you who you are.

In the second half you played with a new purpose, to show Esther who Spain's best forward was. With your confidence level at an all time high it led to Esther making more tackles than she did in the first half and every one she made got worse and worse.

Whilst you remain level headed you knew Ana was get close to blowing up. She liked to protect you whether that was in a nightclub when a stranger refused to take no for answer or like today when you're get getting hurt and nothing is being done about it.

The final nails on the Real Madrid coffin come in the form of two more goals, both coming from you. After the second one you saw the opportunity to taunt Esther and get in her head so after you finished celebrating with your team you look directly at her and do her signature celebration. You knew that it would anger her more but you no longer cared. There was only 7 minutes left on the clock, you could handle it.

Barcelona receive a corner which doesn't go to plan. Instead of football it becomes a game of ping pong, the ball going from head to head. You see it coming your way and you jump to head in the direction of the goal but at the last minute you see Esther coming towards with her foot high. Already in the air, you close your eyes and wait for her foot to hit your head only it doesn't, instead you feel her studs connect with your sternum.

The breath is knocked out of you, a mixture of the impact and the force in which you hit the floor.

"Y/N" Aitana tries to get your attention but your eyes remain shut as you try to focus on your breathing.

Something else that sticks out is the headache that comes thick and fast, you know you must have hit it on the floor when you fell. Your surroundings are a blur but you recognise the sound of the medics asking you question.

"I-can't-breathe" you say through laboured breaths.

"Try to stay still" one of them tells you.

"Ana" you use all your energy to call out for the one woman you want by your side.

"I'm here Y/N. Everything's going to be ok" Ana takes a hold of your hand. When she sees you close you eyes she squeezes you hand tightly so that you know she is there even if you can't see her.

Ana has never felt more helpless in her life. The medics cut open your shirt so they can asses the damage, it's something she wasn't ready to see. There in the middle of your chest was a boot print, some marking had even opened up and blood was trickling down your chest. You wince when you feel someone brush over the point of impact.

You swat the hand away immediately.

"Y/N let them do there job, please" you turn your attention to Ana. Her face is pale and you see a single tear roll down her cheek.

The medics lift you onto the stretcher, Ana remaining by your side the entire time. That is until she hears Esther speak ill of you, yet again, only this time she does something about it.

"At least now she gets to watch in the stands with dear La Reina" Esther jokes with her teammates only no one is laughing. Their faces drop when they see the Swiss international approaching them at speed.

"You're so insecure of your own abilities that you purposely try to hurt Y/N. You are a discrace and don't deserve to play football" Ana shoves Esther, sending her to the floor but she is soon back to her feet.

"Mierda!" Patri says as she runs after her team mate, others follow in suit.

Patri and Irene try their hardest to pull Ana away but nothing they do works.

"Come on" Patri begs.

"Don't let her get to you" Irene adds.

They both grab hold of her but she shrugs them off, clearly she wasn't done with the Madrid forward.

"You better hope she is ok or the next time we meet i'll--" Ana threatens only to be cut off.

"You'll do what?" Esther pushes Ana again.

This time Ana shoves her a lot harder than the first time and Esther hits the floor hard.

"You don't want to find out"

"Ana, walk away" Marta, who has been called over for extra help says "They are taking her to the hospital. Jona has got Mariona ready to sub in for you but if don't leave now you won't be able to go with Y/N"

This seems to work because Ana runs off the pitch without saying another word. She ignores the ref but thanks her coach when she gets to the side lines.

Later than night you are discharged from the hospital. After getting several scans you are told that you have a minor concussion due to the fall and a broken sternum thanks to Esther.

Ana accompanies you back to your apartment and insists on staying the night despite you telling her numerous times that you are fine. After all the doctors gave you some strong painkillers which reduced the pain significantly although you were warned that you would be very sore in the morning.

She helps you get changed, turning around when you are indecent even though she has seen you topless number of times.

Once in bed Ana helps you get comfy before leaving.

"I thought you said you were staying the night" even though you are adamant you don't need help you were still looking forward to the sleepover with your best friend.

"I'll be in the living room. You need to get some rest" Ana leans against the door frame.

When she sees you pouting she shakes her head ever so slightly. You pull back the corner of the duvet on the empty side of the bed and pat it a couple of times.

"Ana-Maria Crnogorcevic please come to bed"

Ana loved the way you said her name. The way you pronounced every syllable and how your spanish accent meant you rolled the r's. It made saying no to you incredibly difficult and you were fully aware of this, it's why you did it.

The two of you gets settled and Ana picks out a movie, one that she is sure you've never seen before. You may be focused on the TV but whenever you look over to your best friend you find her staring at your chest.

"Stop looking at my boobs"

"I -- I wasn't looking at them -- I mean I was but I wasn't -- I was looking at--" Ana face rivals the colour of a beetroot at your accusation.

"Looking at this" you pull the front of your tank top down revealing all of the marks left by Esther's boot.

"I told you I would protect you" Ana refuses to look you in your eyes as she thinks about how she failed you.

"There's nothing you could have done and from what i've heard you defended my honour afterwards" you could tell that Ana felt bad about you getting hurt and whilst you don't mind being the damsel in distress if she is the one saving you, you knew that this was just one of those times where nothing or no one could stop Esther from her attack.

"It's my fault"

"Really Ana?" You were staring to get annoyed. Ana was making is obvious that she wanted to punish herself but you really didn't want to spend the night talking about what happened.

"Don't look at me like that" Ana senses your annoyance "I provoked her at half time and since then her tackles got worse. She knew that by going after you she would be hurting me"

"This isn't about you"

"No it's not. It's abut you Y/N. Do you know how scared I was? I told you I would protect you and I failed you. I couldn't protect the woman I" Ana stops herself before she says something she cannot take back.

Your eyes widen when you realise what she was about to say. Is this really what it took for you both to admit your feelings. Was you getting put in the hospital your version of an airport confessions from the movies.

"Finish your sentence" you tell her. The expression on your face is serious. No part of you wants her to think you are making fun of her.

"I can't"

"Please"

Then it hits her. You know what you was about to say and you want her to say it anyway.

Ana tucks a stray hair behind your ear, her palm rests on your cheek and you melt into her touch. She looks you in the eye then at your lips, you didn't pull away from her touch yet she was still hesitating.

"Fuck it" you lean forward, ignoring the pain that rises to your chest at the sudden move and kiss your best friend.

It is Ana who deepens this kiss but you have to push her away.

"Ow, ow, ow" you lay back down as you try to get your breathe.

"Sorry. That's my fault, I shouldn't have -"" Ana begins to apologise only for you to cut her off.

"I swear to god Ana if you blame yourself once more I am kicking you out"

Ana hold her hands up in surrender. In this moment she would do anything to stay with you.

"Come here" Ana extends her arms so you can lay against her side" Carefully" you warns when she hears you wince.

The two of you go back to watching the film only for Ana to pause it after 20 minutes.

"The woman I love. I love you Y/N" Ana finishes her sentence.

You turn slightly so that you can face her.

"I love you Ana-Maria" you softly kiss her again. You want her and in this moment you ignore the pain you are feeling.

Ana cups your face and gently pulls away. You pout at the lack of connection but this time is doesn't work.

"Don't look at me like that. I want this just as much as you do but I won't have you hurting yourself more" Your heart warms at how Ana was back to protecting you, only this time it was from yourself.

It took 2 weeks for your concussion to pass and 6 weeks for your broken sternum to heal. The day you got the green light Ana took you out on your first official date and that night the longing you two of you experienced over the years was let go.

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[thecuriousquest]

Would it be okay to request some NSFW Yandere Kakashi x unwilling reader? I really love the way you write him! ❤️❤️❤️

Mud Puddles Aren’t Fun

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, murder of another character, blood, a little graphic, non con vaginal sex, breast slapping, slight degradation, slight bondage at the end, Reader will probably get a yeast infection after this just sayin.

Note: Your special jutsu technique is the ability to create additional arms and legs, but they are made with water. So, imagine an arm made of water coming out of your hand or stomach.

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How uneventful. Another shinobi unmatched with your jutsu. Whatever. It’s one more ninja to get rid of in your organization’s desire to obtain all tailed beasts. Holding him at eye level with a limb made of water protruding from your throat, you grow a fourth arm from your stomach and slowly, as if time is barely passing by, shove your fist through his heart.

He drops to the ground, and you look at your partner, a newer Akatsuki member. He’s too young for your own good. You had requested a new partner, someone who could actually help you in a fight. However, your request was denied by your great leader, and you knew you would have to pull all of the weight by yourself.

Regarding your partner who is hunched over in the mud while pressing his hands against his bloody abdomen, you roll your eyes and grab the back of his cloak. “Come on, Rendo, I’ll get you fixed up,” you relay as you drag him towards a cave.

He clutches his belly as he coughs. “It’s Kenji.”

“What’s a kid barely out of the academy doing with the likes of us?” you can’t help but question him.

You let him slump against the wall as you get to work on starting a fire with a bunch of sticks.

“Just think the whole Kage thing is corrupt. All government is shit. What about you?”

“I agree with their cause. I was recruited four months after turning eighteen. Guess you could call me lucky,” you wink at him.

It doesn’t take long to fix up the stab wound. Nothing too serious, but definitely something you’ll need to keep an eye on.

“Get some rest. You’ll need it. If you’re not up to walking tomorrow, I’ll have to send a message.”

A quiet “thanks” is all he mutters as his eyes slowly close.

Sitting down next to the fire, you lean your forehead on your knees. It might not be safe to stay here for too long considering your partner’s wounds, but what other choice do you have? You can’t abandon him. It will look like you wanted him to be left to die on purpose since you didn’t want to go with him in the first place.

Fuck, if I catch hell for this, I’ll kill him myself.

You fall asleep quickly after, the mission taking a toll on you. You’re proud of yourself for taking on so many Hidden Leaf ninjas. You didn’t know you could handle twenty by yourself because you’ve never been given the chance. However, you really wanted to take on one specific shinobi. It’s a shame that he didn’t show up. You were so confident that you could have fought him and won. Maybe, next time, you’ll be able to fight the feared Copy Ninja of the Hidden Leaf Village.

These are your last thoughts before you fall into a deep sleep.

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Something gurgling causes your eyes to shoot wide open. Could it be some wild animal who has roamed back to their dwelling? Sitting up, you notice that you fell asleep with the fire still lit. How could you be so stupid?

In the dim lighting, Kenji holds his hand out to you while clutching his bloody throat. The choking gurgling noises are coming from him? But how?! When did this happen?! You rush over to him and turn him on his back, holding his head in your lap.

“Kenji, you can’t die on me! Please?! You have to stay awake. No, don’t close your damn eyes! Kenji!”

Lowering your head, you feel dread fill your chest. You take a deep breath, looking at the face of the little brat who wormed his way into this organization. He was a good kid, way too young to die. He shouldn’t have his eyes closed forever at the tender age of sixteen. What a damn shame.

You don’t even hear him until his breath is on your ear. “Finally, my little cloud is awake.”

Grabbing your kunai from your waistband, you crouch as you turn on your heel. Kenji limply slides off of your thighs with all of the movement, hitting the ground with a dull thump.

With one hand on your throat and the other on your wrist with the kunai, the intruder slams you into the wall.

The wind gushes up your throat, tumbling out of your mouth. He smashes your hand against the wall twice until you’re forced to drop your weapon.

The mask, the hidden eye. From this description, he must be the ninja you’ve been waiting for.

This isn’t how you thought your meeting with him would begin. You thought you would be on the same playing field as him. Instead, he has you trapped against the wall like a mouse.

No, you won’t fall victim to him!

You try to distract him by punching him in the chest with an extra fist made of water. You thought it worked until Kakashi disappears in a puff of smoke.

“A copy?!”

How could you not tell it was just a clone?! There’s no time to dwell on this. Your partner is dead, and the Copy Ninja is somewhere near by. You have no other choice but to flee the cave and try to find somewhere else to hide out in until you can get a message to the Akatsuki.

You take off into the dead of night, a pale moon in the sky being your only guiding light as you head for the line of trees outside of the cave. Keeping your breathing steady, you duck under a branch. As you straighten out, you notice a kunai stuck in a tree, but what’s that it’s stuck to? You can barely see with how dark it is, and then all at once, there are too many lights.

You groan in pain, a ringing pounding in your ear. Opening your eyes, you cough into a puddle of mud. You crane your neck to look up, eyes adjusting to the bright moon up above, and you attempt to push yourself onto all fours.

Then, there’s a weight on your back, pushing you down into the puddle.

“Are you the one they call Kakashi?” You need to know if this is truly him.

“Yes, and you are Y/N L/N, a former shinobi of the Hidden Cloud Village.”

“Well, isn’t this a lovely way to meet,” you grumble, half of your face dirty from the element.

“I will admit, I’ve never met such a beauty face down in the mud before. It almost makes you look naughty.”

Your cheeks blush quite furiously. “I’m not a dirty whore if that’s what you’re trying to insinuate.”

The weight on your back only grows stronger, the pressure making it hard to breathe. You gather what’s left of your chakra. Hoping you can distract him with your words, you grow an extra leg and hand, shooting them out of you in an arc so that you can attack him at two different angles.

It is laughable how Kakashi deflects your jutsu with such ease. That was the last of your energy. All of it went into that attempt. You had used up so much of your chakra earlier during your mission. One hour of rest wouldn’t be enough to replenish your chakra, and now, you just spent it all.

He reaches down and disrobes you of your Akatsuki uniform. The black cloak with red clouds lays in a crumpled heap in the mud not far away. Turning you over, he kneels next to you. His face is so close to yours. You can feel his mask on your dirty cheek.

“You’re filthy with the scent of other men. It’s disgusting.”

The ninja grabs the waistband of your skirt, pulling the fabric from your body with one sharp tug. He rips your shirt and tights off as well.

“What the fuck are you doing?! Get away from me!” You push at him. You can’t cock your arm back as much as you want to, but you go for the shot anyway.

Unfortunately, he catches your wrist in a crushing grip, just like the hold his clone had on you earlier.

As he holds your wrist, he mounts you. Kakashi slips his hand beneath him. You feel his fingers travel down to your bare cunt. The pad of his thumb works your clit in slow circles, and in complete shame, you find yourself crying out in pleasure.

“Stop it, you fucking freak! You creep! Get off of me!”

A sharp slap across your exposed tit shocks you into silence momentarily. A red handprint is left in the wake of his palm, and the spot he just hit begins throbbing.

“You bastard! You fucking son of a bitch!”

In your rage, you snap at him with your teeth. You have no chakra to build up even with all of your gut twisting fury, but you still try to fight.

Kakashi turns you back on your stomach. Holding both of your wrists in one hand, he pins them to your lower back. Your feet kick against the mud, splattering it everywhere. You have no choice but to turn your cheek against the earth as you take deep breaths from all of the squirming and fighting.

You feel him, all of him, his bare chest to your bare back. You feel his muscles leaning against you for support as he drives himself inside of you with ease from the mud.

“I’m going to get rid of their scent. I’ll fill you up with my come until it’s gone. You don’t know who you’re dealing with, but I know all about you. I know everything there is to know about you. You’ll learn your place soon enough.”

The pounding from behind you causes you to gasp sharply. You spit out as much mud as you can, trying to wrestle your arms from the shinobi so that you can get your face out of the mud puddle.

He thinks your attempts at strength are so cute. He coos at you for trying, making you even angrier. Your temper is palpable, but he pays you no mind. To him, your threat level is the same as a puppy’s. There’s no way in hell you could beat him like this, and you both know it.

“Why are you doing this to me?!” You have to know. He’s acting as if you’re someone special to him, but this is the first time you’ve meet him.

“This mission- fuck -I was supposed to bring you in for interrogation. Your picture, your report- damn, you’re so tight -I couldn’t resist after seeing you in person.”

His primitive grunts feel hot against the shell of your filth covered ear. Your eyes sting with tears. You can feel mud lining your lashes, coating your eyelid.

You never thought you’d hate mud until this very moment. The sticky texture molding against your skin. You feel even dirtier with how Kakashi is treating you.

You feel his slick cock rub against your sensitive walls, and you hate your body’s natural reactions to his ministrations. You thought it would be fun to fight him. Now, you feel completely different after waking up to your partner bleeding from his throat, being attacked, only to end up being violated by one of the most feared ninjas of this generation.

“I’ll guide you. Ah, I’ll teach you right from wrong and show you the better path. There’s a good girl somewhere under there. Just need to find her. Fuck!”

You ball up your fists, feeling mud accumulate underneath your fingernails with every dig into your palms.

You don’t want to be a good girl. You don’t want him to show you the “right way”! Who the fuck is he to tell you what’s right from wrong? Who the hell does he think he is trying to be your guiding light?!

Your body feels heavy, weighed down with the body of another man on top of you. You’re not sure you could hold yourself up even if he did let go of your wrists. There’s a soreness spreading across your back, a tightening between your shoulder blades from being trapped in this position for so long.

The squelching of your throbbing pussy can be heard along with the sounds of his animalistic groans and your guttural cries. Your brain doesn’t know what to make of what’s happening to your body. It’s trying to process things so quickly, and it ends up going blank in the wake of a ball of pressure building up inside of you.

As Kakashi continuously drives his hard length further into you, almost punishing you with it, you find that you can no longer squeeze your thighs anymore, and as you relax, you feel a wave of overwhelming sensations wash over you.

You never imagined you’d feel so horrible after feeling so good for a few moments. You feel guilt, shame, anxiety, bitterness, and hate churn in your stomach as Kakashi pulls out of your leaking sex.

He lets go of your wrists, knowing you don’t have any fight left in you. Beyond tired, you crumble like cake against the mud.

———

After having to endure four more rounds with the Copy Ninja, he pulls rope from his pants that are nearby. Kakashi makes quick work of tying you up with intricate knots.

Coming to a stop at a river, he threatens warns you to behave as he unties you. He’s at least decent enough to clean you up near a river and let you put your shirt and skirt back on, but you are still aware of the fact that both of your clothes are still caked with dirt.

The ninja ties you up again, carrying you over his shoulder back to the Hidden Leaf Village for your inevitable interrogation, but you gulp, knowing that the village is far and you’re traveling alone with Kakashi Hatake.

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Snake Eyes 3

Warnings: noncon, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

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Part of The Club AU

The talks of business soon wear off as the men drink and forget their formal purpose for gathering. You’re not naive by any means. Of course, the expansion is only a pretense. The facade of it all is made even more obvious by the men’s thirst.

You refill another glass, this for one of the women the men recruited for their little soiree in the private room. Drysdale, who they often call Ransom, has his arm around her as she watches you pour with shining eyes. She looks entirely lost with this man whispering in her ear.

As you move on to Hansen, Lloyd he told you earlier, he requests tonic with his vodka. You take his glass and go to switch it out with a fresh one and make his order. He has two women sat around him as he recounts a raucous tale of his last time in Vegas. You’re not too sure, you only catch tidbit as you try not to listen.

You’re used to the ridiculous boasting and peacocking. You see it down at the bar. You’ve seen that type of behaviour strike out more than it ever lands. But these men have their wealth on full display with their rolex watches and private room.

You come back to Lloyd and before he can accept his drink, he trails his hand up your leg and gropes your ass. 

“What about it, girls, she’d make a good fourth, huh?” He winks and leers up at you.

You rip his hand away from your ass and without a thought, dump his drink over his gelled hair, watching it slake onto his Gucci jacket. Standing there with the empty glass upturned over his head, you freeze in place. Time slows as you look around in the sudden silence.

“You fucking bitch!” Lloyd stands up as you stagger back, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You blink and cringe. Shit. You shouldn’t have done that. Usually you have a whole bar between you and the creeps and Thor is great at scaring them off. It’s different when you have that mustache in your face and a hand on your butt.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” you snap as you step out of his reach.

“Woah,” Loki’s stops you with his palm to the small of your back, “let’s calm down–”

“Calm down? Look at the mess she made!” Lloyd blusters as he touches the lapels of his jacket. “This is designer.”

“Darling,” Loki smirks, “surely you know this isn’t professional, you cannot be dousing my patrons in vodka–”

“He grabbed me–”

“Now, you can use your words,” he snickers, “as you are right now.”

“Forget it,” you shove the glass against his chest, “I thought I could do this, I can’t.”

He wraps his fingers around the glass as you remove your hand. You spin on your heel and march off. You tried. Looks like you’re back to handing out resumes. You hate to go back to a dive but if it pays the bills.

You stomp down the spiral stairs and towards the bar. You can’t believe that fucking jerk. And to make out like it’s your fault. Your rage builds and your feet carry you out of habit alone. You storm past the bar, ignoring Thor as he asks you something, and you burst through the kitchen door.

You veer right and slam into the storage room, nearly screaming as you clutch your head. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You blew it. The tips alone are enough to swallow your pride but you just can’t. Not with that mustached idiot. Ugh!

You try to calm yourself as you pace back and forth. You have two choices; apologise and hope that humbling yourself can get you another chance or leave. As you stop and face the door, you realise you’re not alone.

Loki watches you, his lips slanted. He’s amused. You’re not. You shake your head and stalk towards him. You won’t apologise. If it’s not now, it won’t be long from now. It’s over.

“Ah,” he keeps you from stepping around him, “now, now, you were not dismissed.”

“Please, I’m grabbing my stuff and I’m leaving. I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Did I tell you do so, darling? Did I say to walk out on your work like some amateur?” He grabs your chin, squeezing as you wince. “I didn’t fire you but if you’re so weak, you’re more than welcome to quit. Pity, I did think you had more in you than that.”

“Get–”

You push on his arm but he does not budge. He walks you backwards, your soles scuffing on the floor as he puts you off balance. He doesn’t stop until you’re against the shelf of bottles. You grasp his wrist and stare at him, stunned by his strength as it slips down to frame your neck.

“Shh, darling, you do want your tips for tonight, yes?” He taunts, “I am a fair boss, earn my forgiveness and you will walk out with your share.”

“What?” You hiss as you squirm in his grip.

“My friends are generous and you should leave with at least a grand in pocket…” his thumb rubs along the curve of your jaw, “provided you can convince me that you deserve it.”

“I…” you grimace at him as his eyes wander down your body. “You’re disgusting–”

“Yes and you’re poor. I know what I pay you and I know you don’t make half as much behind that bar, so. You walk out with nothing or you humour me and make rent.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. Not just by his ultimatum but your own consideration of it. You can work a whole month in a dive and not make that much in tips. For one night… that’s unbelievable.

Is it worth your dignity?

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Winter was far from kind to those that had no idea how to fend for themselves and the child you see walking a few meters away from you, hunting alone and scared in cold, has only a couple of days left. Three, if luck was on their way.

They knew some things to stay alive, but not enough. They had company, too. Inside the cabin, someone waited for their return, you were certain of it. By the ramblings the wind carried as the kid tries hunting for food you knew that much — a family member, most likely, or a friend they made along the way if their disposition to keep the person alive is anything to go by, and curiosity gnaws at your fingers to approach and discover who.

Ultimately, you refrain from it.

That lasts for a while — you help from a distance and repeat the mantra that's kept you alive until now, gritting your teeth at the instinct twisting your guts to go, help, help them, you need to help.

Regardless of how much you fight or deny it, both of them end up in your path in less than five days.

A change that would affect not only their lives but yours, deeply. Irreversibly. And forever.

Keep your distance. Always be alert.

It worked, for a while. But... Distance only works if there is no connection.

The power a name holds is enough of a connection for so many things. Enough worry to grow in your bones like vines until you are following a track down the snowy mountains. Until you are putting behind you everything you've branded to your skin for the past thirteen years and mingle, mixing with outsiders as if that ever worked.

For three days and three nights, you offered what you could as help to the child. Convincing yourself that, at least, you could do, you pitched in a ghostly hand to keep the young one alive — an easier hunt, or clearing the path they leave behind since they never learned how to, or an offering of food on the first hard night where no attempts from their part resulted in anything.

Then, a name, and everything freezes before it sets into motion.

"Ellie."

Then, they're no longer 'the child' or 'them'. They're Ellie, and Ellie is in danger. That's all it takes.

All you have is a name, but the purpose comes easily.

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It happens on the fourth night. As you finish the perimeter rounds of the forest, you hear the familiar sound of a voice you've grown to recognize.

Without thinking, your feet move you toward the direction, instinct keeping you in the dark and silent at all times. Although the kid is young, they are far from innocent or harmless.

Despite their wild and occasionally sad behavior, their banter with themselves is adorable. You've grown fond of it, despite your best efforts to remain detached from the situation as a whole.

It's a few steps before they come into sight that you hear they're not alone.

Everything halts — your movements, the air around you, and the bubble of security you felt wrapped around you.

Then, it hits why — both voices are familiar.

Only the second one should know fucking better than to be this far up high these mountains. Your mountains. Knowing exactly who he is and what the likes of him do, his warning came long ago.

David knew better.

He should fucking know better than to be up here, considering you said the exact words 'if I see you in my woods again, you're a dead man'. Crystal clear as water from the source. As the streams of sunlight hit through the glass — what was he doing here?

Willing your body out of the freezing state, you stepped close enough to listen.

"... my buddy, James." Fucking James. He's with David, and you should have killed both of them long ago if you were being honest. Blood started boiling hot in your veins as you placed yourself between the trees carefully enough to see and hear the situation. "We come from a larger group of people," David lied through his teeth, setting his trap of false humanity and security in him. "Women, and children. We're all pretty hungry."

As soon as he said it, you eyed the deer bleeding on the ground near the kid.

Shot by an arrow.

They did it. All on their own.

A strange and unexpected surge of pride rushed through the icy fortress of your ribcages.

"Yeah, same here." The kid you might know for only days, but you smiled as you sensed their lie, too. Knew of their lie. Good for them. "Women, children. We're all hungry too."

"Uh... Perhaps we can offer a trade?" David offered. "For some of your meat." That clever, rotten bastard. "Doesn't even have to be all of it. We have things you might need. Clothes, ammo, food—"

"Medicine!" The interruption came across as desperate as it probably was.

So this was what they needed. If only you knew earlier.

"Antibiotics, d'you have any?" the kid asked. That meant the person they hunted for daily and went back to tend for most of the day was bruised. Badly bruised, and likely infected.

"Yeah. Not much, but, we do. Back at the camp." No! You froze again, your heart beating faster in your chest. "We could show you what we have. If you follow us back—"

"I'm not following you anywhere." Good. The deadly grip you suddenly had on your own bow loosened. "He can go. Jason, wasn't it? Yeah. He brings it here and we make the trade."

Every part of this is wrong. All the possible scenarios of this ending in the shitshow you know it could rush through your mind, and you want to scream while David and Jason trade looks, nodding to each other.

"Two bottles of penicillin for—" he pauses, looking back at the kid.

Their grip on the arrow and bow is steady. You've seen them crying, biting their fist, talking to themselves and doing their absolute best over the past few days, but now you see them clearly.

"Ellie." So it's a girl. With the coat always on and the distance, you kept yourself from guessing. "And Jason," Ellie directs her gaze to the man. "over there... better come back alone. With the medicine. Once you hand it over to me, the deer can be all yours. You guys go your way, and then I go mine. Alright? If anyone else shows up—"

"I know," David interrupts. Ellie must've given a warning before, and David confirms it by repeating the words you missed. "You'll put one right between my fuckin' eyes." The pats the tip of his finger to the location. Ellie nods, and you wish you saw her face now instead of his.

"That's right."

David and Jason share yet another look, and Jason leaves.

Your window of time to make a decision starts, and it narrows as soon as Jason's out of sight and Ellie demands David's rifle for herself.

He puts himself in a vulnerable position by doing so.

He obeys her without protest, then puts on his best 'tired' face for his next act. He then suggests it is cold — which it is — and they could at least wait for Jason's return in the abandoned warehouse a few feet behind them. Looking solemn. Harmless.

You should shoot him right there and then, but it might scare her. James might be coming back with penicillin.

No 'mights' made up for the fact that as David dragged the deer inside and Ellie followed suit, the invisible clock of her possible safety — and the chances of an unforgettable trauma — rose like the tide.

The voice of your elders started ringing in your ear.

Outsiders are danger. Nothing but danger.

You should run away. There was no real reason as to why you should help — more than you already had — a strange child whom you never met. Who had someone waiting for her high up in the mountains. Someone who could be equally if not more dangerous than her. Who could thank you for saving their companion by putting a bullet between your eyes.

Death arrived to people for less.

Fear and uncertainty hold you behind the trees for longer than you cared for. Longer than you or the girl have, longer than it should if you want to offer any help. You want to run back to your safety. Run away from the dangers that this could bring to your life, but your gut rearranges itself every second you waste in thinking about leaving her behind.

Sure, you could not intervene. She's not your responsibility. She could probably make it out of this alive.

Still...

Fuck.

Your gut pulled you forward, and you were moving.

Adrenaline spiked your veins, filling through you like scotch does, warming everything in its path.

Entering the warehouse stealthily is not a problem — how you'll get Ellie out of there is.

They're too distracted with each other to hear you coming.

There's a gun — David's gun — still pointed at him, and it makes a smile form behind your scarf.

She's good.

If your instinct is right — as it always it, no matter how much you hate to remember or try to deny it — this girl's a survivor and someone worth the trouble. There's no time anymore for you to second-guess all the risks you're putting yourself under just to get her away from the slimy, horrible hands of David and the likes of his.

"...to trust people nowadays. I get that." David knows how to talk.

So do you. "David."

Both sets of eyes lift towards you. Ellie goes from someone who was starting to let her guard down to hiding her panic behind the gun. You know so because you can see her fidgetiness in your peripheral vision, but your focus remains on him right now.

David raises both hands in the air, trapped between the threat of your arrow and his own gun in the girl's hands.

"The last words I spoke to you were very clear. You have no business in these woods." Or anywhere else. "Tell me why I shouldn't shoot."

"Who the fuck are you?!" demands Ellie. "Who is she?! You know her?"

"Unfortunately." David might be a master manipulator, but his mask is slippery. "She's a savage."

You scoff. "I'm the savage." The irony. If you want Ellie to not shoot you, there's something you need to do. "Hi, kid. I live in these woods. The man standing next to you is a cannibal. And a rapist. And worth less than any bullet in that gun."

Each word after 'hi kid' is enunciated with clarity, and when you finish, you do it — danger danger dangerdanger— you look away from him for a second, making eye contact with her for the first time.

Ellie's eyes are wide.

Drowning in fear.

It makes acid burn in the pit of your stomach.

With the aid of your shoulder, you keep the aim on David as you pull your scarf down so she'll see your face.

Not a stranger. No danger to you.

"Kid, don't listen to this—"

"Shut up."

It's almost... comical. The way both of you say it at the same time.

"I have no reason to lie to you," your gaze now shifts between Ellie and David, who started sweating and fidgeting as well. "I don't want your meat. All I want is him..." you pin him under your eyes, watching his every move. "Out of my woods."

"I thought you wanted me dead," says David. He almost smiles.

It makes you sick. "Don't tempt me."

"Why d'you care, then?" asks Ellie. "If you don't want what I hunted, why d'you give a shit if he's scum? I have his gun pointed at his head and his buddy's about to bring me the only thing I need. I don't need your help."

Why do I care? What an excellent question, kid.

The guiding voice in your mind answers with — Never run from your gut, Lupi. It'll always lead you right. It's your True North.

"All she wants is to confuse you. Just shoot her," says David. "Have I given you any reason to think I wanna hurt you?"

And oh — wrong move.

Ellie frowns. The crease dips between her eyebrows, and she looks between David and you.

She's a clever one. People never give you reasons before hurting you.

Then, something happens. When Ellie looks back at you and your gazes meet, something lights up in her head and she straightens up, her posture changing from the feral-like behavior of someone who's trapped in a corner.

"It's you," she says, voice barely above a whisper. "You... the rabbits with broken feet. You helped me."

You have to fight back a smile. "Seems like you don't need my help anymore," you reply, the sass slipping out despite the need for seriousness.

Ellie's mouth twitches at the corner.

A scream of frustration is the only warning you get.

David uses the second of distraction as you two share a look and smashes his body against Ellie, knocking the gun out of her hand and then proceeding to pull his pistol out of his back pocket, pointing the gun at her head.

Freezing you at the spot. Again.

"Alright, back off." Mask off, David is a whole different person. He pulls Ellie a few steps back as she grunts in the chokehold of his arm, but when the barrel touches her temple, the cold metal settles her, washing over her body like a bucket of cold ice. Reality. "Why the fuck did you have to meddle, huh? Since when d'you give a damn about random fucking strangers? I thought outsiders meant danger," he spits the last word.

Despair makes people reckless, Lupi. But it also makes them stupid.

You breathed in, willing the words to be your own cloak of reality, and breathed out through your lips.

"Is he bringing the medicine?" you asked.

David frowned at you, startled by the question.

"Just answer the goddamn question."

"Of course he is. I wanted her to trust me." David looks from you to Ellie. "Knew it the second I saw her... that she's special." He moves some of her out of her face with the barrel of the gun. "Aren't you?"

"So what — you were gonna give me the penicillin and then let me go?" Ellie asks in disbelief.

"Of course. You'd need more. I'd convince you to come to me. I'd show you I can protect you."

"Yeah, I feel so protected right now," spits Ellie.

David huffed in frustration. "Well... there's always the other way. I'm sure that with time you could be convinced to be good. I always wanted a more... wild pet."

The words make your insides twist, and your brain wrecks itself with ways to make this all go away.

"What the fuck—" Ellie triest wiggling away from him, but you see it.

David pushed his body, molding it against hers. "You'd be good, eventually."

Your own despair threatens to make you stupid, but you fight back. There's no time for stupidity in your hands, not if you want Ellie — and yourself at this point — to make it out alive.

So you put a plan in motion.

Pretending to hear something, you look away from both.

That catches David's attention.

This will be a risk. A huge one, but at the same time, if he rubs himself on Ellie just one more time, you might snap and try something that goes beyond ridiculous, like shooting an arrow between his eyes even though he has a gun pointed at a child's head.

"Clickers."

With one word, you try to ignore the ice in your veins as you back away from them.

Fear is the greatest poison. It works the fastest.

David lets you go, and you exit the warehouse hearing him say: "Shut up — I didn't hear anything. If she did, she can handle herself."

Stupid fucker.

Stupid, dead fucker.

As soon as you're out of their sight, you do a double-check to make sure you hear nothing. Then, you open one of the pockets in your pants and retrieve the small plastic container.

There's a dart already loaded in the blowgun.

All you need is a security check before executing the plan.

Finding an open spot in the warehouse is easy — numerous windows are cracked, and the snow makes your movements silent.

When both Ellie and David are in perfect view again, all you have to do is aim.

Your expertise.

Bullseye.

The dart hits David's neck. In three seconds, he's out on the floor.

You hear Ellie cursing and you're about to head back inside when you hear footsteps approaching, and you know who it is before you even turn around.

James has only the time to take note that it's you.

His eyes catch on the scarf you pulled back over your nose — they widen at the sight of black and painted scales, and fear is his downfall.

The arrow you aim at hits his forearm, clean through.

The gun drops, and his scream echoes.

Loud bastard.

You rush to where he is and pick up the bag in his other hand after securing his gun in your satchel. Checking inside, the penicillin and syringe are there.

James is groaning, crying in pain as he clutches his arm. The red in the snow is not enough in your opinion.

"He's alive inside. You're alive here. Consider that an act of mercy on my behalf and a final warning." You take a step back and make sure his eyes are on his before you speak your last words. "I'll have no words for any of you the next time. Only death."

A part of you wishes there would be a next time. Leaving James alive is not something you want.

When you turn around, Ellie's standing there with a weapon pointed at you, but unlike the last time, she's shaking.

You sigh.

Her eyes are fixed on you and the bag that's in your hands.

"That's mine," she says.

"I know." You throw it at her feet. "All yours."

Despite knowing you've helped her, she's still shocked.

"It was you, right? The dart?" she asks.

Both of you ignore James's noises. You nod. "If James over here manages to carry that sack of shit back home, they'll live." Maybe. The dart is also poisonous, but you keep that to yourself. If they raided penicillin, they can revert your poison. Maybe.

"I need..." Ellie's shaking. "I need to—"

"Let's go." You want her out of here.

To your surprise, Ellie follows.

You go back inside, and you retrieve a rope from your satchel to secure the deer with her help. Adrenaline helps with carrying the deer up the mountain, but snow slows you both down.

It gives you two the time to come down from the high. To process what just happened in the silence that is only interrupted by the howling of the wind and the noises of you two making your way up.

Silence is only as suffocating as the situation, and this one is stiff.

When you pause, so does Ellie. "Five minutes rest." The warehouse has been out of sight for a few minutes now, which means the distance is safe.

Ellie sits next to the deer. She's no longer shaking, but the shock is still imprinted on her face.

She gets up, restless, her eyes frantic.

Then, she looks at you. "Was it true?"

As much as you wished for a different answer, you nod.

"How do you know?"

"'Cause I've seen his compound."

Ellie's head starts shaking. "Why is he still alive, then? He and his people?"

"Are you asking me why I haven't killed a compound with over twenty, maybe more, men?"

"That many?" You nod in answer, and Ellie exhales shakily. "I... I wouldn't have made it out alive."

"Maybe not." You look at the deer. "Maybe yes. Thankfully, we won't have to know."

"Do you think they'll come after us? Up here?"

You shake your head with property this time. "That part was far down the mountain — further than I usually go, and admittedly, higher than he had the right to be."

"You threatened him before," she confirms.

"He knows he's dead if he comes up here. Plus — his guys have no clue how to survive up here. You and whoever you're helping are ok. From them, at least."

That seems to be enough for her. Ellie nods, and swallows so thickly you can almost see the knot in her throat.

It's one of the saddest things. Witnessing her process what could've been. What almost was.

"He... he said he wanted to..." she's special. "He was r-rubbing on—"

"Oh, sweetling."

Her eyes, when they find you again, are shining with tears.

"He would've—"

You interrupt, not wanting or needing the end of those words.

With slow and deliberate movements, you open your arms and step closer to her. "But he didn't. It's ok. Can I..."

Instead of answering, Ellie only allows her body to fall forward into your embrace.

It's been a while since you hugged another person, but you know she needs to feel some form of contact that's not laced with malice.

"And if it makes you feel any better... I picked a poisonous one for what he did." You hug her as she shakes, wishing you'd been faster. "He might not make it."

Ellie cries for only seconds.

It's like that's all she has in her — the shock makes her whole body tremble with it, but after only a couple of minutes, you hear a sniffle and feel her pulling back, so you let her go.

She avoids eye contact. "Thank you. For... down there. And helping me these days."

"You're welcome."

Wiping her face in her coat, Ellie nods, more to herself than anything, and then picks up the ropes again. "I know I don't know you, but — would you give me one last hand?"

"With what?"

"I—I don't know how to work a needle. Can you — Joel needs penicillin, and he needs it fast, but I don't wanna waste what I have now 'cause it's not as if I'll be getting more any time soon. So... can you do it? Do you know how?"

As much as you hate needles, you did know how. "I can. And I do."

Ellie's next sigh is in relief. "Ok. Alright."

You two start your way upwards again, but this time, you're distracted.

Joel.

That's the name of the person she's doing all of this for.

"He's gonna be ok now," Ellie whispers.

Somehow, you find yourself nodding along. Joel's gonna be ok.

The same gut that pulled you towards her tugs at that phrase, sparking something underneath your skin.

Joel and Ellie. You will help them and then go your way.

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[adoresbutlers]

DANGEROUS

prompt : Reader finally lets Elvis act out his fantasies after a “long day” with the colonel. (Mid 60s!Elvis). saw that people wanted this on the tag - i came to deliver.

warnings : 18+ fic, smut based fic, use of degrading pet names, hard dom!Elvis sub!reader, gun play/gun kink, m!oral, f!oral, faux sympathy, face fucking, age gap (not big- it’s only 5 years), just a whole bunch of filth. if you are under 18 or don’t like anything to do with guns or foreplay, dni <3 i’ll make more fics in the future!! you can also imagine austin!elvis if you’d like !

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“Doll?” You heard a familiar voice call from the front door. Elvis must’ve been back from his meeting with his management team, all to which he left for a total of an hour before he came back. You knew Elvis, that never had been a good sign. These meetings lasted well into the night on a typical day, the longest you’ve ever heard of was a meeting that lasted damn near a total of ten hours before your call had broken it up, asking for your now fiancé to head home or his food would get cold. You feared for the worst as you looked up from your magazine, a blue baby doll nightgown that he had bought for you dawned on your smaller frame. You hesitated at first before pulling yourself up and off your shared bed, footsteps patting the floor as you b-lined for the stairs, lingering at the top and spotted a frantic Elvis.

“Yes?” You smiled from the top, trying to hide the poking confusion that lingered in your sparkling eyes as you watched him pace back and fourth. He stopped in his tracks when he heard your fainted voice, his eyes wandering your body like he hadn’t seen you many upon many times before. It didn’t take you long to catch his enticing gaze, shaking your head. Out of all the men that have caught your eye, Elvis was the dirtiest minded, but you didn’t mind a thing. Especially when he knew what he was doing.

You swallowed a shaky breath as his finger raised up in the air to beckon you closer, your feet like jello when you made your way to him like he asked. He gripped your wrist, pulling you in closer to his body, your eyes tailing up his chest and into his blown out eyes. You couldn’t tell if he was angry or what but he sure looked ten times hotter with whatever he had going on in his head. He moved his chin down so he was more your height, lips mere centimeters away from your own. “I thought i told ya’ only to wear this for special occasions, lil’ mama.” He whispered, your eyes anywhere but his own. “Look at me when ‘m talking to you, baby doll.”

“Figured daddy would need somethin’ to look at after his meeting.” You replied, your wave of confidence never dissipating. You grabbed ahold of the sides of his suit, hands resting slightly above his exposed chest. You played with the toughened material, rolling it around between your fingers as you gazed up. His hands held firm on your hips, dropping your wrist from his tight hold.

He chuckled lowly, a small shake of his head. “You lil’ minx. You’ll be the death of me.” Elvis tsked, bending down to scoop you up off your feet and start his haste straight toward the master bedroom. Before you could think, you were thrown on the bed, propping yourself against the headboard. You looked like pure sin, legs spread, looking at him with the biggest of doe eyes, your bottom lip through your teeth to keep a giggle from slipping out. You watched intently as he shrugged off his dress coat that was already open from the start - typical Elvis.

He made his way towards where you were on the bed, totally skipping over you to unlock his prized gun case, tsking with his head shaking. As if he was contemplating something. You really had no idea - you barely have even seen such a said case, that was something he purposely kept away from you. Until tonight. He hummed before wrapping his hand around his favorite of the many, an engraved pistol. You swallowed a breath, unaware of what exactly was going on in that interesting head of his.

He sauntered back over to you, running the cold steel slowly under your chin, your eyes wide with fear but the growing pool in your underwear had been betraying you. He tilted your chin up with slight force so you had no choice but to look him directly in the eyes. “Did my babydoll miss me? Cant even go an hour without me.” He chuckled, the slightest of smirks perched on his lips as he continued to trace the pistol along the undersides of your jaw.

The only response you found in yourself was to nod up in his direction, trying your hardest to fight your thighs from squeezing shut. “Y’know, darlin’. I was thinking.” Elvis trailed off, tapping the barrel of his pistol along your bottom lip, prompting you to open which you did after only a second of thought. It didn’t take you much to answer to every one of his commands, especially when you had already did miss him like he insinuated moments before. “Would you trust me not t’ pull the trigger?” His smirk only widened as he awaited your words, the metal finally hitting your tongue.

He knew his answer. You were his doll. Yet, he still wanted you to say it. Cheeky asshole. “I trust you, daddy.” You mumbled out your reply, a tinted pink blush sported along the freckles of your face. That made him laugh, a mocking laugh at you always being willing to do whatever he tells you to. He found it adorable, every time you were so willing to let him have his way with you.

“Hmm.” He hummed, slipping the metal from your lips, trailing the barrel up to your cheek, patting the flesh slightly still careful when hurting you that bad. You only could look up into his iced orbs, stiff and under his spell. With typical men before, you never fell for them easily, you always put up a fight - finding it never right to submit. With Elvis, it had been far too easy for you. He thought it was adorable how you were so easy, it was Mr. Presley after all. The cold feeling to your thigh brought you out of your daze, a purr slipping from his lips that always made your spine break into shivers. His pistol patted the surface of your thigh. “Is my precious doll in there, somewhere?” He chuckled, using his free hand to pull up your nightgown and spread your thighs.

You weren’t wearing underwear. A request he made, for obvious reasons. This night wasn’t any exception. “Always such a good girl f’me.” He smirked down at you on the bed, dipping his knee down on the bed to crouch over you, never taking the pistol off your skin, rubbing down on the flesh of your thighs. His fingers dipped down in between your thighs, rubbing through your folds that had been well-soaked by now, his smirk never falling from his lips.

“Never knew you were this dirty, honey’.” He rasped directly in your ear, a soft whimper slipping past your swollen lips filled with desire.

He reached back up to pat the pistol against your cheek once more, his fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants and pulled the material all the way down so he could spring free. “C’mon baby. Use that pretty little mouth of yours.” You nodded, your eyes doe-like that could’ve made him melt right where he was standing.

You propped yourself up on your knees near the edge of the bed where he still stood, wasting no time in taking his cock in your hands at the base. Your eyes twinkled up in his direction as you looked up through your eyelashes in an attempt to tease him. Something you regretted mere seconds later when he pressed the pistol to your hair, cocking the hammer on the back, the sound clicking right near your ear. You yelped, a small snicker vibrating from above you. “A’a baby. You said you trusted me.” He hummed, tapping your bottom lip three times before pushing your lips apart, using the hand he had free to guide your lips around him.

You nodded slowly, adjusting to his size as you did your absolute best to take him whole like you had multiple times in the past. He groaned, he never liked waiting too long. He forced your head down, saliva spilling down your lips and your chin, your eyelashes touching your cheeks as you fluttered them closed. “So filthy, lil’ doll.” He mewled down at you, trying his best not to bottom out as he looked down your frame. You started to move your lips slowly around him, taking in the scene above you now. His head was tilted slightly back, one hand holding the unloaded pistol to your head, the other tangling in your hair, tugging at the edges. A strand of loose hair draped on his forehead. He was ethereal, you were sure of it. 

He hummed from where he was standing, bundling up your hair in his fist as he started to use your throat in a pace that he pleased, pulling you all the way off so your lips wrapped around his tip then snapped his hips back in until he hit the back of your throat. “S’naughty letting me use you like this.” He smirked from your spot, intense stares connected as he used you exactly how he pleased. You started to swirl your tongue slowly around him, making the filthiest of taboo noises that set him back. He never heard you act so vocal, his pace becoming ungodly as he desperately insisted the same pretty noises from your lips.

Elvis’ grip lightened up on your hair before leaving entirely, pulling himself out of your mouth. Spit dropped down your chin, your lips swollen and pink as he took in the sight, a smirk curled onto the corner of his lips admiring his pretty little doll. The pistol never left his other hand, pressing the barrel further into the side of your head, rubbed against the tops of your ear. “Lay down and spread those thighs for me.” He demanded, running his tongue along his bottom lip. “Don’t keep me waiting, baby.”

You nodded frantically, scrambling to lay back against the bed, propping up your legs and spread your thighs wider until his expressions seemed satisfied. He purred, dropping the pistol with a thump, his finger grazing up your thighs as he moved so he was on top of you. He hooked his fingers in the straps of your nightgown, slipping them down to reveal your chest with a slight shake of his head from disbelief - though, he didn’t say anything which only led his reactions up to your imagination.

“God, honey. Always so eager to try any kink f’me.” He whispered against your ear, a trail of open kisses forming down against your skin as he rubbed his tip through your folds. A whimper slipped past your red lips as he slapped your inner thigh as a physical warning to not be so eager at the slightest of touches.

Without warning, he slammed his hips into yours finally giving you the friction you needed the most that night. “So tight, mama.” He purred against your skin, his hips starting an agonizing pace to only pick up seconds later as he eventually let himself sink into his desire. He raised one of your legs so it was laying on his shoulder, kissing up your leg and used the new position to burry himself deeper inside of your pussy.

“You were made for me, darlin’.” He moaned out in pure ecstasy making you mewl in reply as his pace picked up as if he was a beast who finally captured his prey. Hands running over your skin that found their ways onto your exposed hip, using the leverage to hit the spot inside of you that made you yelp on impact.

Your stomach formed into a way too familiar knot as he pounded himself into you, the only sounds of his skin slapping yours filling the room. “I’m close, daddy..” You whimpered out, your back arching from off the bed which only prompted his hand to snap your body back against the bed. His body leaned down to burrow himself in you, teeth grazing your earlobe. “Yeah? G’nna make a mess all over daddy’s cock, baby? Like his good lil’ slut?” He growled directly into your ear.

Your eyes immediately slapped shut, releasing all over his cock from his words alone, toes curling as you rode down your high. His thrusts became slower, concentrating on chasing his own. Elvis peppered kisses along your collarbone when he finally came in you, letting you feel everything deep inside as he spilled into your eager hole.

He pulled himself out, a cool breeze hitting your body. He smirked down at you, pulling you up by your hands. “Never knew you could be into that, lil baby.” He snickered, his thumb grazing your bottom lip.

“You’d be surprised, daddy.” You teased from below, taking his thumb between your lips.

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A/N: OKAY had to short it down a lil because it was getting long. i hope i didn’t completely butcher this request!! as always babies, have a great day and drink plenty of water !! <3

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[black-dhalias]

To Grieve with Another

Marauders Era Remus Lupin X Potter!Reader

In your mind, hogwarts was the end all for bringing honor to your family. It was always your intent to go to Hogwarts, get sorted into Gryffindor, and become an auror--you had this whole life planned out from start to finish. You lived this perfect Potter life, walking in the carefully laid out footsteps of your parents and older brother; ultimately, you knew your purpose before you could even walk. He had started school last year, was on his way to being a great wizard, but imagine your surprise when you realized the hat had shouted Hufflepuff.

All that talk of honor and destiny, and it got chopped up into a million different pieces that you hated thinking about. You could barely hear anything because all you can see is the disappointment in James' eyes as he dips his head into his hands. Maybe a part of you hoped he would be happy for you either way, but his reaction said it all and that disappointment seemed to shape the rest of your night.

Of course he's disappointed, all you used to talk about was what you do when you got to Gryffindor tower. All the crazy schemes you two would get up to once you were partners in crime again. You just kept asking the same question: 'How could you do this to him?' To your family?

Except for when you reopen your eyes, pushing down the tears you realize that James is not dipping his head. In fact, he is cheering and shouting, standing on the benches as he hoots; his friends from his first year matching his excitement. "That's my little sister!" He doesn't seem bothered at all, he wasn't the one disappointed about being sorted into Hufflepuff: you were.

To you, it was the end of the world. Until you were in your dorm and you weren't just little Potter as Sirius had dubbed you. You were just Y/N, who had found solace in Hufflepuff and friends that you loved, and were loved by. Hufflepuff became your second home in that first month, you were still disappointed, but you were better now than you were.

Walking into the Great Hall, the boys surround you long before you ever reach the Hufflepuff table. All of them smiling like the madmen they are. "So what's going on lil sis?" You smile back at them as he tosses his arm over your shoulder, reminding yourself briefly that James doesn't hate you. Those thoughts still had not drifted away.

"Nothing much, just vibing." Sirius bumps into your shoulder, his smile much more mischievous than the others.

"Cmon, its time for your Marauders initiation."

"What about breakfast?"

"That's not important little Potter. What's important is getting your hands a little dirty before you go all nicey nice in Hufflepuff." Well what reason do you have to argue with that, you trust James and by proxy, you trust his friends. You practically lived with Sirius all summer, he refused to leave said family dinners with the Potters were much more civil.

You know what they get up to most days, you listened to every detail of their first with reverence. You wondered what it would be like to be at Hogwarts, with all the wonder and excitement. Be a part of the magic... You hope it'll be as amazing as you dreamed it would be.

Too hopeful, that is how you would describe yourself throughout the pivotal first year at Hogwarts. Defined only by its joys and rises in serotonin, you were beyond excited for your second year--but it just never lived up to the innocence of first year. You thought of nothing but greatness, but here's your life three years later. Fourth year, and your cheeks are tear stained because a boy told you that you weren't good enough.

It wasn't just any boy. It was one that you thought was good and kind, and not as self centered to do that to you. He had held your hand as you waited for the Quidditch results, and cheered when you made Chaser. He kissed your cheek on New years because your parents threw a huge party, and all of you and James' friends were invited. He tutored you in charms because you were always much better at potions than stupid charms. You taught him how to sneak into the kitchens, the Hufflepuff way. Or how you showed him how to set up the craziest chain reactions with only household objects. You two were James and Sirius, Y/N and Remus; and all he did when you finally told him how you felt, all he could say was: "bug off, can't you see I'm busy."

That was a week ago and in two days, you would go home for the summer with the certainty that you would not be coming back to Hogwarts. You had wanted him to say something to you at first, to give you a reason why he did what he did, but he did no such thing. Not a single peep, and now you didn't want him to say anything at all. So as you stuff everything in your dorm into a chest, you prepare yourself to say goodbye to Hogwarts because nothing seemed good here anymore. Maybe you were running away, but it was more like saving yourself from dealing with any amount of pain.

You had tried to forget how bad the bullying had gotten in the last couple months, second rate potter was their favorite taunt. It bothered you excessively. You tried to forget the curses and the way they would shove you when you blocked those same curses. You pushed it all away because you had one good and honest friend to get you through it, and you had your brother too, but you never could tell him. You could withstand their attacks so long as you had your best friend to lean onto, but without it, you just couldn't stomach it.

James hardly understood why your parents had come to get you two days early, their spacey responses had him suspicious from the beginning. The way you didn't say goodbye to anyone, not even him. However, he almost lost it when Remus finally fessed up: "You bloody idiot?!" He yelled before leaving to pack his things for the end of the year, furious with his friend for even daring to do that. To be honest, James didn't understand why Remus did it all.

The truth is, Remus couldn't even defend himself or say anything at all to redeem what he had done. You didn't see, but he had looked back when he heard your breath hitch; you turned around so quick, he only caught a glimpse before you were gone. Remus was smiling at first during your confession, trying to hide his face so you couldn't see the warmth flood his cheeks. You were the one who gave him possibilities, dreams of a home. However, that dreams twists up in a flash of lightning and all he can see is amber eyes flaring at him over your remains. All he could see is the monster that did not love you as he did.

Remus refused to do that to you. Or take the risk to begin with.

James had said he would fight him for you--while he understood his friends reasons, he also hated that it meant hurting you. You insisted otherwise and all your brother could do was hug his sweet hearted sister. You care too much.

Yet you wondered what you had done to mess it up with Remus so obscenely, wondering if things could have turned out differently.

"He didn't mean it like that." You shake your head, leaning onto the dining room table as Sirius and James try to reason with you some months later when you told them about not going back to Hogwarts.

"What about everyone else? They all meant it, and so did he." But neither of them could tell you the reason why, so they simply nodded and just sat with you. Not really talking about anything in particular, but definitely avoiding the Remus subject altogether.

So you left at the end of summer to Durmstrang; one of your uncles had gone there and put in a good word for you. You were gone just like that, living in an entirely new world and a country that you grew to understand.

Remus missed you dearly though, missed the way your smile could brighten the entirety of the Great Hall. It radiated the sun and all the warmth with it, he used to believe that smile could cure any ill will or foul mood. You leaving was for the best. It had to be.

At Durmstrang, you excelled with proficiency in DADA and Potions, you were a standout student. You put everything you had into school and left everything on the table without any fear. Letters from James never thinned and they kept you motivated. He wrote about Lily and how much he loved her. How tense Hogwarts was becoming. How Sirius practically took over your room during the breaks and used your hair dryer more than you ever did. And how sorry he is that you're not here, despite knowing that this is what you chose.

Then the war began and Durmstrang became a fortress of stone, and still, in the thick of it, the letters never stopped arriving. They were beginning to become coded.

How he and Lily got married as soon as they could, and Sirius was the witness and bestman.

Mom and dad died... How there wouldn't be a funeral yet, and you should stay at Durmstrang where you were safe.

Lily is expected a boy, and that they are going to name him Harry, you loved that name.

How there's a prophecy... And they need a secret keeper, they are going to choose Sirius.

Lily had the baby, he's perfect.

Then the letter's stop and your heart hits the floor, days turned into weeks and while the rest of the world celebrated the destruction of Voldemort. You grieved the loss of letters--wondering what your brother had thought of right before the end?

You were strangling yourself with grief.

Your eyes are much heavier now, tinted with sadness as you look in the mirror--combing out the knots in your hair. You've never even met your nephew, spent the better half of two years in Durmstrang--just playing the part you can from the safety. James wanted you far away from the war. But the boys parents are now gone.

You put on the black jacket, shrouded in the darkness of the fabric and hoping it brings some sense of peace to your grief. Everyone is celebrating, yet all you see is your nightmare made real.

You are alone.

Harry... You cannot stop thinking about him as you prepare yourself in your parent's home, your home. Everyone is gone, and it is just you and this poor boy. You stand in front of the two stones, buried six feet under only a few yards away from your parent's graves. Two sets of two. Here lies your parents, your brother, and his wife--victims of a war when all they wanted was to live. A costly war for people who had just graduated.

You were tucked away in Romania, while your family made the ultimate sacrifice. "Dumbledore... I do not have time for your games Give me my nephew, so we can go." You want to take him far away from England, and away from Hogwarts and Dumbledore--who willingly sacrificed children. Far from the damage. The crowds are thin, most of the order with dead or institutionalized.

"Ms. Potter I hardly think a funeral is the place for such conversations."

"I decide that. I'm the only family he's got left." His next words get to you in a way you do not expect, they manifest a deep rooted pain you can only describe as anguish.

"I've already placed him with his aunt." You pivot, sneering as you glare the old man down with such ferocity, you consider pulling your wand.

"You place him with muggles, his mother's wretched sister... My nephew--" Your body is shaking, "Go get him. I can do it. He needs someone who understand! Dumbledore you did this! Go get him!" You're crying the kind of angry tears that burn your cheeks.

"You are unstable... Unpredictable... And from Durmstrang, I wouldn't trust you with a child."

"I'm like this because you killed him! You killed James!" You go for your wand, but feel arms wrap around you and your wand is slipped out from your jacket pocket.

"Don't do it Y/N. Don't prove him right." Remus... You haven't seen him in years, but his voice is the same. An earthy tone, but it sounds like he's been crying. That is where you break, his arms becoming your only support as Dumbledore leaves. Gone.

You cry in the cold night, feeling Remus kneel you both onto the ground. With him holding you upright. You beg for the pain to stop, plead with your heart to ache a little less--for the anguish to pass into the night. You almost want to die right then and there.

So he stays. Chin against the top of your head, two people tied together in grief and pain. You lost everyone. Parents. Brother. Sister. Nephew. Adopted brother. All gone.

And only when you are silent and numb, too numb to care what happens next. Remus apparates you both away to your home in Romania. There's a mess of papers and rubbish, but you didn't really care what Remus thought about our mess.

It really used to be so different; your life, both at Hogwarts and Durmstrang. But the kind of screams you felt like screaming--they hurt. It burned every fiber of your being.

"Do you need anything before I leave?" You had thought about climbing onto the couch, but ended up sitting on the floor--surrounded by your mess. Nothing felt right anymore. "Y/N?" It was all fuzzy, numb... You felt out of touch. Maybe you could try, but it continues to hit you all at once.

No parents. No brothers. Most of your friends were dead. Your nephew in the hands of muggles. But there is Remus. He is there. "Y/N I can't sit here and try to guess what you need." You wonder if he is hurting too, if it is hitting him as it is you. One after another. Like a battering ram into your chest.

"Remus..." You thought you could look at him, but the minute you meet his big brown eyes-- you break and he's at your side, scooping you into his arms as if no time had passed at all. "I lost everyone..." It is not a question, but a truth as you lean into him--feeling how his chest heaves, feeling his tears on the top of your head. "I don't--I hate this--" You begin to plead, words blending. "I can't do this."

Remus had imagined your reunion and his well rehearsed apology, but it all seems pointless. Because no matter what he says, the pain is still going to be there. He isn't any part of your pain anymore, because it is so much greater than anything from before. Now you have lost everything, you and him were all too similar in that way.

He hums as he holds you, "What am I supposed to do now?" What comes next when your life has been turned to rubble and ash? All you have left is an empty house and a nephew you'll never see again.

.

.

.

It happened slowly... Remus made breakfast and leaves before you wake up. Day after day, morning after morning--he makes sure you eat something right at the beginning. He doesn't begin staying until you ask him to, your loneliness had become too loud and the house was far too quiet.

You had thought you would appreciate the silence, you didn't--you could hear them in the dark, whispering about how you had failed them. It got easier when he stayed.

And while no one expected you to move on, you did. Remus became your safety, and in the quiet, he was the beacon of light that kept the voices at bay. He made them dim.

You remember the night you found out about his other half, the part of him that very easily could kill you. It almost did, but Remus had gotten one part wrong because when he threw you over the edge of lake--when the monster had the upper hand, the monster was not a monster at all. It was Remus, it scooped an unconscious you up from the side and left you to the night. You were petrified at first, terrified and glued to the bank of the lake. Soaking wet and shaking, but soon you found enough courage to walk back to the cabin you called home.

Remus came home bloody and bruised, completely bare and where he expected you to curse him. Send him away. You wrapped him in a warmed towel and hug him close, knowing that this was still Remus. And he fell into your arms, crying.

It felt like you had found a new song with Remus at your side, and he found solace in knowing that you knew. That you still let him remain at your side. Just two people tied together by a shared experience, the expansive trauma of grief.

You knew his secrets, and you stayed.

When Harry started Hogwarts, you applied immediately--against Remus' wishes, he explained he thought it was stupid. You did it thought and he was right to worry, but you had to see him.

Harry was a perfect replica of James save for Lily's striking eyes, and he was as much an idiot as his father. But he was kind. You smile as Remus sits next to you in the Great Hall, you never thought you would come back here. But to be here with the person who drove you away, you can only smile at him.

Remus had found a way to make you smile.

"Are you going to tell him?" Remus whispers into your hair as you lay in the bed, his body on top of the blanket while you are buried beneath the duvets.

"He'll want me to take him home, but I can't." That was the condition of Dumbledore hiring you... Harry must stay with the Dursley's.

"And you can't say no."

"He looks like him Remus..." You can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he sighs, just two people in a terrible situation. "Remus?" He hums next to you, his eyes on his book, his voice lulling you to sleep as he reads another novel.

That's what he began to do many years ago to pass the time, when sleep was difficult, but it was too late for a walk. "I love you." It isn't hard, or difficult--it is calm. Your voice does not break and for the first time, your feelings for him do not choke you up and the memories of before do not come to mind.

You feel at peace beside him as you have for the last decade. You were so afraid of him breaking your heart if you said the words, as if they were the catalyst to that pain. However, you couldn't do anything or live this life, without him. Without Remus. He kept you alive when no one else did.

"I love you too." No fear because you were his rock, his acceptance, and his match. No matter what, he would face anything so long as you were together.

Just two people shaped by grief, given a second chance at a love broken once before.

#harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #marauders imagine #marauders x reader

[yeeunjia]

▬▬ [𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍] 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌

PAIRING : idol!enha x idol!gn!reader

▬▬ GENRE : fluff !! ▬▬ WARNINGS : none !!

⌗ .. heeseung !!

❝ it didn't really matter if you were in public or not. whenever you'd pass by your boyfriend, you never failed to show him your affection or even do the most random things just to make him notice you! and hee- he loved it <3 when you passed by, heeseung already had the biggest smile on his face, waiting for your next kiss or hug- but when you simply looked at him and walked away without even giving him a beam, it made hee bothered and worried!

❝ were you mad? did you find out that he stole your food? did you just simply not want him around? those were some of the questions stuck in his mind @_@ still, after a few more hours of waiting, waiting, and waiting for you to approach hee, you finally payed attention to him! "i was trying to find you earlier!!" when you said this, he got even more confused than before. "you ignored me earlier!" heeseung pouts and your eyes went wide, "..so they weren't joking around.. i did 'ignore' you?.." your boyfriends nods. "wait, were you spacing out again?" heeseung couldn't even believe that he forgot about how you often space out before a huge performance. "yes, i suppose" you spoke. at this point, no one even had to apologize but heeseung would be apologetic even for the rest of the day!!

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⌗ .. jay !!

❝ jay finds it adorable and loves it whenever you'd get excited to see him and won't even hesitate to approach him right away. he wasn't used to it at first but later began getting fond of it too! before an inkigato stage, you were trying to find your earpiece. hands that look too similar to jay's suddenly hands it to you. you were running late and even thought that it was a staff so you could only thank him before walking away. jay would immediately freeze and stare at your running figure in disbelief.

❝ when it was over, you oldest member goes backstage first and approaches jay. "what's up with (y/n)??" jay asks, frustrated and the member chuckles. "i saw how they weren't able to notice you earlier. they've been staying up late for weeks so they're not really in the right state of mind, apologies." oh jay. he was ready to scold you. as soon as you stepped in the backstage, your boyfriend was out of patience and dragged you home. "jay- how long were you here!?" jay sighs, "get some sleep when we get home. you couldn't even notice your own boyfriend earlier!"

⌗ .. jake !!

❝ i swear. you and jake are absolutely devoted to each other. jake can’t even explain how much he loves you and getting your attention. the situation you’re in won’t even matter that much, he still enjoys it as long as you’re focused on him too. before a photo shoot for your groups’ collaborations, jake was too excited to find you. he had the biggest smile on his face which later fades away when you passed by him without even giving him a glance. he didn’t mind it much. until you did it for a second time- third- and finally, fourth. even when he tried to hold your hand!

❝ he’d look at you with puppy eyes for the whole time and a part of him would feel upset. you wouldn’t even want to act like he doesn’t exist, after all. he was starting to get worried- that was until you finally spoke to him after the photoshoot. that pout that has been on his face for HOURS would still be there (//▽//) “you ignored me on purpose!” he just made things harder. you sigh, “i was too focused on our photoshoot earlier, i know you’re aware of that. im sorry!” the way you pouted while explaining your side almost made jake melt. he stood there for a few more seconds. he was about to say something but you had already turned your back to walk away, thinking that he really is a bit too upset. jake on the other hand, would feel his chest clench, thinking that you really would ignore him this time :(( literally doesn’t think twice and runs to your dorm just to find you!!! “jake? what are you doing here?” you blink several times at your boyfriend who’s panting wayy to much. “okay look, i’m sorry for being upset earlier it’s just you weren’t really talking to me so i-“ (doesn’t even let you say a word until he finishes his speech‼️)

⌗ .. sunghoon !!

❝ you would never ignore his presence when you pass him or see him! hoon would act all cocky + annoyed but he secretly loves it and finds you adorable <//3 you and wonyoung planned on pulling a “little” prank at him beforehand and he could not believe his eyes. in a music bank episode, you NEVER even decided to approach him and just decided to get all close with his mc partner, wonyoung! he pretended that he didn’t mind it much at first but eventually fails when niki wouldn’t stop teasing him about it. it’s been hours since that and you’re still with wonyoung, after all!

❝ hoon quickly left his seat, leaving niki startled. niki would then try to hold his laughter and giggles (which leads him to spitting his drink out) when he sees his hyung stomping while going towards your direction! “mind if i borrow them real quick?” sunghoon stares at his mc partner then later glares at you. wonyoung immediately agrees while looking at you + trying to hold her giggles too! hoon crosses his arms, “what’s up with you? do you know how much niki is teasing me because of what you did? you didn’t even bother answering my questions when it was a live interview!” you sigh, “i did answer it all!” “you were looking at wonyoung instead of me!!” he glares at you and you do the same thing, “am i not allowed to, hoon?” you bit your lip, trying not to giggle at his frown. “fine then.” as soon as your boyfriend made the decision to walk away, you burst into laughter, making him roll his eyes at you! “not funny, (y/n)!! i thought you were mad at me!”

ENHYPEN MASTERLIST // REQUESTS & MESSAGES  ʚ♡ɞ

#enhypen #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen fanfiction #enha imagines #enha reactions #enha scenarios #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen x idol reader #enha heeseung #enha jay #enha jake #enha sunghoon

[sanjisblackasswife]

I’m currently in my first watch through of one piece and got to /that part/ in marineford with Ace 😢💔 I’m heartbroken! Could I request some Ace fluff please? Maybe Ace finding out his crush actually likes him back? He talks about not deserving love/to even be born but that man deserves the world! I love him so much 😫

A/N: I remember almost a year ago my best friend told me she was finally starting her One Piece journey and after I think the first month or so I asked her who was her favorite so far and she said Ace and I immediately laughed….good times. ANYWAYS THO—Enjoy!

Ace Finding Out You Like Him Back(FLUFF)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

WC: 1.2k

CW: Very Fluff, Confessing, Kissing, Not proofread yet

He has had a crush on you since the day y’all met , but he didn’t realize how much he liked you until Marco pointed it out

“I DO NOT?!”

“Then why do you blush so much when you talk about her?”

He wanted to be in denial about it so much solely because he knew you couldn’t like him back. He never had much luck with ladies in his life.

Sure they flirted with him, and he had his small fair share of one night stands, but he never felt satisfied. He was curious at one point what it would be like to be with a partner that would love him for him, but alas he just pushed those feelings aside until he met you

You were so funny, and charming, and sweet to those around you. You even were like a mother/big sister to those you barely met when you both were out adventuring together.

You two became as thick as thieves, where ever you were he was and vice versa.

Ace developed feelings for you a few months after getting to know you, but it wasn’t until it got outted by his big brother that now he’s very awkward around you.

Ace became difficult to act normal around you and as much as he hated it he wanted to prevent you from finding out his feelings towards you

It’s been 2 weeks he has been trying to keep distance and you immediately noticed. You both now eat at different times. Ace is gone when you’re awake and there on w the ship while you sleep. It sucked because you assumed you probably made him mad somehow

Marco (and everybody on the MD) notices your slump mood and asks what’s wrong. You of course only confide to your big brother and Marco slaps the hell out of Ace for it because wtf is his problem ignoring you for almost a whole month for no reason

“GO TALK TO HER, MAN? She is miserable without you!”

Hearing the bad news about how his actions effected you made his heart sink. He would never EVER try to purposely hurt you, he didn’t really know how to properly express himself and just tell you the truth so here is now, in front of your room door pacing back and fourth fiddling his fingers.

“I like you, Y/n’— no that’s too direct—‘We should go out sometime’—-too desperate….—‘You’re so beautiful let’s date.’…..maybe—-“

His thoughts were thrown out when you opened the door, you must have been napping because you looked drowsy, you were wearing some shorts and one of his old shirts hanging off your shoulder.

“Oh…hey Ace…” you yawned wiping your eyes, you always looked so cute and cuddly to him when you first wake up.

He missed you so much and didn’t even realize it until he seen you again.

“Come in…it’s cold…” You moved back to let him enter, he took off his hat and inched his way inside as you closed the door, biting his lip contemplating what he should say next,

“What um—-“

“I’m sorry!” Was all Ace could muster up as he bowed in front of you, “ I’m so sorry I’ve been avoiding you! I didn’t realize how badly I was treating you until Marco told me. I’m…Y/N I’m so sorry…”

You were startled at the sudden apology from him, it’s not like you were mad at him, but you’d be lying to say it didn’t hurt you a little you both weren’t hanging out as much anymore. You seen his troubled face still bowing and you walk over to him to grab and hug around his neck, you missed his smell and warmth so much.

“Y/n—“

“I missed you, dummy…”

Ace’s eyes grew wide, hearing those sincere words come from you made him blush, and his heart pound. “Now,” He thought, “Tell her now…”

“You’re okay though right? You didn’t avoid me because I made you mad?”

“No!” He immediately shook his head looking down at you, fisting your his shirt tightly. “No you could never make me mad Y/N! You—you um…fuck…”

Ace was defeated he pulled away scratching his head to sit on the edge of your bed, you were confused. What’s up with him? You sat beside him, he looked as deflated as he was when you first met him,

You and Marco seen him sitting on the MB crouched down with his face in his knees after being thrown by WB all day once again.

“Y/N…I been avoiding you because…I…”

Ace grown frustrated with himself, you pretty eyes not leaving his when you speak, the amount of worry in your face, you were so beautiful in his eyes, it crushed his pride knowing he couldn’t speak to you so carefree anymore, because he knew if you rejected him. There would be no way he could rekindle your friendship with him.

“Ace..” you pulled his cheeks to look back at you, your thumb rubbed over his small freckles on his face, leaning into your touch like a cat you smile warmly at him. “Talk to me….what’s been going on?”

He sighs, grabbing your wrist to lower them he mutters, “Hypothetically speaking… Have you ever liked someone Y/N?”

“Oh…um…yeah I have.”

“Do you like someone now?….hypothetically…”

“Well hypothetically …Yeah. I do.”

Ace heart sank. Of course you do. You noticed his face frowning and you giggle to Ace’s dismay he’s a bit annoyed by it.

“What’s funny?”

“You, dummy.”

“How?”

“Because…hypothetically speaking ….what if I told you I liked…a guy…and he was very sweet…strong…funny…Lowkey a hot head….can’t express his feelings for crap…oh…and he’s my best friend.”

“You like your best friend?! Who is that?!”

Your lit up eyes lowered to dumbfounded, you tilt your head and scoff playfully.

“Ace be so forreal right now…”

“I AM WH—OH!”

“OH!” You mocked and laugh. “You dummy. Or are we not best friends?!”

“NO NO WE ARE WE ARE —I—I um…I didn’t know you felt that way….why?”

“What you mean why? You’re Ace! I adore you! You get me! You’re …you’re like…I don’t know…I just…really like you… probably even more than that…”

Ace couldn’t even begin to believe what he was hearing, maybe you were playing a prank because he hurt your feelings, “No seriously, Y/n..”

“I am serious! Ace I know…I know…about…not feeling worthy of love…but…if anybody else besides your brothers don’t show you it…I will…because I do love you….Ace…”

You could see his eyes gloss with tears, cheeks red as his necklace, as much as you could tease him instead you pull him by his neck to peck his lips lightly,

“I do love you, Ace.” You repeat on his lips to make sure he knows. The last thing you would ever do it play with his emotions like that.

Ace let out an airy chuckle before kissing you again, this time more firmly, holding you close as if your were ganna disappear in thin air.

“I…I love you, too….I’m sorry I—“

“Mmmhm NO more apologies just kiss me your lips are very soft and warm.”

Ace laughed at your kisses, pulling you on top of him not wanting to let go. His heart felt so warm feeling you, this was probably the first time in a long time he had a genuine smile across his face.

“Thank you for loving me, y/n..”

“Thank you allowing me to love you.”

#one piece #TimikosAce #one piece headcanons #black reader #one piece x female reader #one piece x black!reader #one piece x reader #ace x reader #ace x female reader #ace x y/n #ace fluff #ace scenario #ace imagine #ace one piece #one piece ace

[daisybell17]

Fourth if July — Loki [song fic] {PART 4}

(warning: death ‼️)

Now, where am I?

What Loki did not expect from that day was the dawning realisation of his…true nature. After leaving your grave, he quickly made his way back to Asgard for Thor’s coronation as King of Asgard. It was quite a marvellous day for his brother, and even if some pangs of jealousy lingered in Loki’s heart in his desire to be king, he managed to keep a straight face. In fact he was happier than he expected to be.

The coronation was beautiful. The throne room of Asgard was decorated in all different kinds of designs. It truly was a big day for Thor…which was then immediately ruined due to an unforeseen attack to the palace.

Thor had pinpointed who was responsible for the attack and Loki being the supportive brother he is decided to help Thor with his stupid idea of taking down the Joutun’s. Loki thought it was ridiculous but Thor always gets his way with him.

What he didn’t expect from this journey was for his skin to not freeze up, but instead showcase his true nature…”What in the gods..?” Loki stared at the splotch of blue skin that covered his arm from the touch of a Frost Giant guard. This makes no sense, this isn’t right.

They all returned to Asgard, escaping with minor injuries. Thor was immediately sent to Odin while Loki locked himself away in his chambers, left with his wandering mind and life altering realisations…who was he? Truly and honestly…who is he?

My fading supply

With no one to turn to, Loki had found himself back at your grave “My love…I’m sorry I haven’t visited in awhile…things have…been weird to say the least” He huffed out as his head fell in exhausted defeat.

He walked closer to your gravestone and sat down across. Loki was clearly frustrated, lost, alone…His willingness to keep going, to find purpose again, to find life was all put to a halt once you passed…

This whole Frost Giant revelation has only added onto the stress coursing through his soul. Why was he lied to? Why had no one told him a thing? Did you know? Is that even possible?

“My Love I…I can confidently tell you that life has started shining again…even if you aren’t with me…but I just found something out a couple weeks back and I don’t know to whom to speak about this matter…except you…”

His eyes started welling up with tears, not of sadness, but of anger, of confusion, of betrayal. “I really wish you were here right now…I really wish I could hear your voice again my love because in all honesty, I have no idea where to even begin with this issue and it’s making me hate myself even more…I am the monster my own father warned me about and it hurts…it hurts…”

He fiddled with his fingers and twirled his hair while lost in thought. He thought about you, his life, his place in the universe. Everything.

Loki stayed by your grave the whole day, crying and pleading for you to be with him, just this once? maybe? please? please?

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(a/n): hello! yup its been awhile since i updated on this series but life has been busy (+ exam szn) and i wanted to put other fics out there but enjoy part 4!

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(a/n): UPDATE — officially i’ve decided to end the series here. I think the story is slowly reeling into Loki’s story already portrayed in the MCU, but if you want some sort of closure to this. No. Loki does not actually reunite with you, your stories end here. The same way he can’t be with Mobius at the end of Loki season 2, he cannot be with you.

Thanks for all the support on the series!

TAGS: @ladychota @scoliobean

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[acradelius]

Oh how I live for your work.... how about male reader accidentally walking in on a very top secret important talon meeting to give moira her lunch

"Knock Knock, Actually Not"

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Moira O'Deorain x Husband!Reader

Rating: Orange [🟠] (Equivalent to G/PG)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Slight Sombra and Sanjay Slander, Fluff

Word Count: 620 Words

Author's Note: (Y/N) was taught not to be a snitch, so Talon doesn't gotta worry about a thing.

PS: Tumblr is being weird with gifs, so excuse them being weird.

“LUNCH DELIVERY COMING THROUGH!” Deafening shrieks echoed throughout the various turning hallways, coming from a man who was sprinting through them as if he were participating in the Olympics himself, all while carrying what looked to be a whitely colored, succulent decorated, lunch tote bag. Anyone would be able to identify the man as (Y/N), Moira O’Deorain’s husband, completing what seemed to be another lunch run to Moira. Yes, that was exactly what it seemed to be. Once again, which now makes it the fourth day in a row this week, Moira had forgotten her lunch back at the shared apartment. Whether or not she did it on purpose was something he would have to ask her later, but right now what mattered was getting it to her on time before some meeting she stated about having to attend with the rest of the Talon Council. 

Continuing to shriek at the grunt members just standing around in the middle of the hallway, having to catch himself from stumbling and almost tripping on them, (Y/N) was able to make it to the main entrance of the meeting room within some minutes. Taking a moment to catch his breath he proceeded to check upon the food content inside of the lunch tote: an attempt at Colcannon paired with some Soda Bread, some rice pudding for dessert, and a non-alcoholic raspberry mojito to wash it all down. Everything is still there and not a complete mess inside the lunch tote. (Y/N) glances down at his watch, letting out a sigh of relief seeing that he still had a couple of minutes before the meeting starts, starting to stride towards the doors to the meeting room, “Wait, sir!-” (Y/N) waves off the individual as he holds up the lunch tote bag, “Drop off for Moira. It’ll be only a second, the meeting hasn’t started yet.” 

“-next phase of our operation..-” “Moira, darling, you need..-” Silence proceeded to overtake the room, an almost awkward silence to say. At the entrance of the meeting room stood a now embarrassed (Y/N), holding onto the lunch tote tightly now, as seated around the table in front of him was the whole Talon Council, now staring silently at him. “U-Uh, hey, besties..?” (Y/N) stuttered on his words, keeping eye contact with the other members as he quickly shuffled over to Moira. “Thought you said that the meeting wasn’t starting till later on..?” Moira chuckled, resting a hand upon her husband’s arm, taking the lunch tote bag from him with the other. “Sanjay and Sombra decided to arrive early, surprisingly, so we decided to start the meeting early.” (Y/N)’s eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion, gaze turning slowly to look at the two individuals that Moira had mentioned. Sombra made some comment that (Y/N) couldn’t understand while Sanjay merely sat there in silence. “You two actually showed up early for once? What is wrong with you?” He commented, meant to be taken as a joke, before looking back at Moira. “Microwave for a minute, and also packed you some snacks. Okay, love you, bye!” With that he proceeded to quickly kiss her head, shuffling out of the room while waving to the others, slamming the doors close behind him.

After some moments of silence between the members, Sombra began to laugh, nudging her elbow into Moira’s arm. “Aw, the poor man. Sweet though, that’s for sure.” Moira chuckled softly in response, setting the lunch tote bag down onto the floor next to her. A sigh, not necessarily from being annoyed but more from being amused, was made by Doomfist. “Someone remind me that we need a new door guard for next time.” 

#moira o'deorain #overwatch moira #orange rating #x male reader #requests?! thank you<3

[hellmouth]

Okay, so, because I was caught in 4K HD in the tags on @hero-adjacent's post rambling about this theory that I don't think I've heard anyone on the brainwave of before, I figured I'd write the whole thing out. This is probably going to be a goddamn dissertation and I am so sorry. Giving credit where it's due for being the one who first said it, @reetamorgan was the original Oh Shit Oh Fuck mastermind here.

So bare with me here alright, this is off the fucking walls at first but hear me out:

We never get a specific timeline (to my knowledge) of exactly when Angelus was cursed with his soul, only that it happened when he killed a Romani girl (I'm not using the slur, Whedon, get bent) and the Elder of that tribe had him cursed with his soul for the pain and suffering he caused On Purpose like he was some kind of vampire psychological sadist Picasso. Now, here's where we get into the theory at hand: what if that girl was Drusilla?

Dru was sired in the mid-1800s, Darla was the one who hand-picked her for Angelus to bat around like a cat with a mouse, but it was his decision to sire her instead of kill her because he thought she was special (Angel 2x5). Darla was not 100% on board- case in point:

Angelus: "We turn her into one of us. Killing is so merciful, in the end, isn't it? The pain has ended."

Darla: "To make her one of us? She's a lunatic."

Angelus: "Eternal torment."

And he sires her before she can take her vows solely so that he can have the final laugh. Which... is kind of a big fuck you to just have nothing done about it, you know? What sparked the theory itself is a conversation that takes place in BTVS 2x14 Surprise in an exchange between Jenny and her uncle and the very specific language he uses to describe the situation which is as follows:

"...You just forget that he destroyed the most beloved daughter of your tribe? That he killed every man, woman, and child that touched her life? Vengeance demands that his pain be eternal as ours is!"

Except we do! Because it's my post and I said so and I warned you this might get dissertation length!

So the main reason this made us pause and stare at each other like the slow-pan to look at the camera in The Office after our- what- I think this is our third or fourth rewatch together? Was because he used the word "destroyed". He didn't say killed. And because he used the phrase "eternal pain" directly after this. Obviously that kind of tragedy stick with you for a very long time, but that specific usage very much sounds like something that they are actively still suffering with the consequences of, and not just because Angel is still alive.

We get a little bit of Drusilla's life in Angel the series, granted, with her mother telling her that her visions are an affront to the Lord and a little bit about her sisters, but to my recollection, we don't really get that much about her family life or ties other than this? I would think that it's entirely reasonable to assume that they could be of Romani descent, that her mother may have decided to possibly step away from her family once she was married and embrace a different lifestyle, or one of many different scenarios that would put her and her family slightly out of the frame of that lense, and that the visions Drusilla has could very well be a hereditary thing, something passed down from generation to generation, or possibly one that skips a generation, much like the Elder Woman is mentioned having visions in Surprise when Jenny's uncle tells her that she's seen that Angel's pain is lessening, that her visions are never wrong. This could also be why her mother reacts so aggressively to Drusilla having these visions in the first place, why she was so adamant that only God was supposed to see things before they happened.

Angelus proceeds to kill her entire family in front of her for The Bit, before forcing her to run to a convent to escape him and waits until just before she's about to take her holy vows before he turns her, again, purely for The Bit, and if that shit doesn't get you cursed, especially a curse of that magnitude, I don't know what else says fuck around and find out quite like that does.

I also think that it would be a rather karmic thing if the fate of Angel's soul was quite literally in the hands of the girl he tortured to madness and turned into a vampire, eternally bound to kill to live and still wracked with visions of things to come, whether it be knowing Buffy would become someone that would irrevocably change Spike, the man she herself sired, hence her almost desperation for him to get rid of her when he first comes into contact with her, or even the smaller glimpses at visions she gets throughout the Buffyverse of things that one way or another do come to pass.

It would also serve to tie into the weird connection and mutual trauma that Buffy and Drusilla seem to share, down to the fact that they even share a birthday. That because of Angel and Spike, their lives are always going to be a little bit entwined, they both love Spike in their own unique ways, and they both have a love and loathing for Angel for the attention and love he's given them and for the utter betrayal and frankly sadistic level of malice he has for both of them for making him feel anything for them when he's without his soul, how he's absolutely overtaken by the need to destroy everything that they hold dear, to take every last bit of light in their lives and make them suffer for as long as possible because they made him feel before he kills them or sires them- which I'm entirely convinced that if he got the chance when it came down to it, he'd have tried to turn Buffy too. Because as he said before, death is an end to the suffering. He wants it to last. He wants it to be eternal.

Anyway, that's the Overview of the "what if Drusilla is the reason for Angel's curse" bit that Wills and I have been tossing back and forth like Apollo's prophecy dodgeball. This was way more words than I had originally intended but goddammit I do my research when I have quite literally nothing better to do with my time. This has been Theories With Boofer, thanks for tuning in, that's my time.

#buffy babbles #this got so much longer than I intended it to I am So Sorry #curse of cassandra #passion and pain #you still don't get a tag Darla in this house we Hate You #soul and sacrifice #calender girl #that summers girl #witchy woman #the dru theory

[piratewithvigor]

Journey Out Of Darkness: The History Of Kane

Chapter 17: On Purpose

Peanut butter can cure a lot of things, but not death

Last Chapter ~ AO3

Taglist: @the--blackdahlia @coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe @wendigoruble @old-no7 @kayfabebabe

Abel wasn’t sure exactly how much they’d been paying Mrs. Hill. He’d never really asked. It hadn’t seemed like a polite thing to do. Given how Margaret was acting after she was gone, it was likely a fair bit. She’d been doing all the work keeping the house in working order, after all. Without that extra expense, Abel had figured they would be saving the extra money to keep the ranch going longer. He didn’t know much about saving, but the conversations he overheard made that seem like the most logical choice. He must’ve been wrong, because Margaret started spending like there was no tomorrow. 

Not food, of course. That had been Mrs. Hill’s job and Margaret didn’t seem exactly like she was well-suited to Mrs. Hill’s job. No, she was buying liquor. She’d done away with the flask and now usually had a bottle with her at all times. There was no hiding from her anymore. 

The first few days after she left weren’t as bad as Abel had expected. Meals weren’t made anymore and they weren’t being eaten as a family, but he still had ingredients and as long as those held out, he’d be okay. A loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter went a long way. He kept them in his backpack just in case Margaret went into his room while he was at school and found them. Some of the kids found it a little weird that he was just dipping bites of bread into the jar instead of making a sandwich, but when Abel pointed out that he wouldn’t have to wash a knife or a plate as a result, he was heralded to be the most brilliant third-grader to ever live. He never dreamt of admitting it was because eating one bite at a time felt far more filling than two whole slices at once.

By the end of the fourth day, the bread ran out. Red still showed no signs of waking up. Abel just had to keep praying that he might wake up before the peanut butter ran out too.

–

Somewhere in all that praying, someone must have been listening. Or something was. At the end of the week, Red woke up. 

“You’ve got the constitution of a twenty-year-old, my friend. I don’t know how else to explain it,” Doc Johnston said, standing up from examining just about every part of Red there was to examine. 

“And I bet he wants it back, right, Doc?” Red joked, his voice raspy from underuse, but every bit as jovial.

“Joke if you want, but you really dodged a bullet, Red.”

“I know.”

He was pleased to be awake, and even more pleased when he heard about just how long he’d been out, but he couldn’t exactly ignore the obvious. He wasn’t a young man anymore and he was trying to pretend the years hadn’t been as plentiful as they were. His time, however long it may be, was going to draw to a close faster than he knew. He couldn’t waste it standing over burnt bridges and broken fences. The time could only really be used to make peace. Which would start with calling Aurora…

And end with dealing with Margaret.

He loved her, he was certain of that. Enough to have sacrificed his relationship with Aurora for her was a question he’d be pondering on his death bed, but he did love her. However, he didn’t, and never could love her enough to be entirely blind to what she had been doing and how she had been treating people. Mrs. Hill had always just been help to her, never family, and Abel… oh, he couldn’t excuse that either. She’d been distant at best, cruel at worst to him. Never the mother he needed. Abel was at a fragile place in his life and a wrong word or two now could have some terrible implications later on. 

After Doc Johnston had left, Margaret came in to see him and it didn’t take a genius to riddle out the reason behind the stumble in her walk and why her eyes weren’t completely open. She was drunk and probably had been for a while. 

“I’m so happy you’re awake,” she smiled, sitting at the foot of the bed.

“I am too. We need to have a serious talk.”

That seemed to make her droop a little. 

“You shouldn’t be getting yourself worked up, Red. You’re still sick; you need to be resting.”

“I’ve been resting for two goddamn weeks now, think it’s been. I ain’t even sure. Can’t be wastin’ anymore time, so we need to straighten out this thing between you and Abel. Can you bring him in here?”

“Doubt he’ll come. He’s started some new club at school, must be tuckering him out. He gets home and goes right to bed and sleeps until morning. Come morning, he’s chomping at the bit to get out and get to school.”

“I see.” Margaret believed her own words, Red was fairly certain. It was a convincing story and told her what she wanted to hear, so she’d probably never questioned it. He couldn’t help but hear the distinct lack of mealtimes in that schedule. “Well, we can figure out your side, then I can talk to him when he wakes up.”

“I don’t have a side, Red.”

“You do. The boy’s been livin’ here half a year and you still don’t have a kind word to say about him.”

“There’s not much kind to say.”

“Sure there is. He’s a sweet kid who does his chores and jokes, but doesn’t sass. He’s curious about what we do here and always willin’ to learn, but y’ain’t bothered to teach.”

“Willing to learn, my ass.”

“Language.”

She rolled her eyes and it looked as if she was about to take a swig from a bottle before remembering she’d set it down.

“He’s never wanted to learn. Every time I’ve tried to teach, he fights me on it.”

“Are you teachin’? Or are you yellin’ at him every time you take a sip?”

Her eyes darkened a little.

“That’s not the problem here.”

“Ain’t it? Been shirkin’ off bein’ a Mom in favor of your flask. Have been these whole six months.”

“I’ve been doing both of us a favor, it turns out.”

“Hell do you mean, a favor?”

“You remember the cop that came here a few days before the accident? Left behind that big book with the boy?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“I read it.”

“Now what would you go and do that for?”

“Damn good thing I did. The boy’s a witch. He’s been cursing us since day one.”

“Margaret, you need to stop with the drinking. You know how crazy that sounds, right? Ain’t no such thing as curses.”

“You need to read the book! You’ll see. Everyone in that family’s died young, ever since they came over from Europe. Them and everyone they get close to get cursed. Why do you think you fell? You’ve been riding since you learned to walk, never fell once. Then he gets here and you fall so hard, you’re in a coma for a week. It’s us or him, Red. The whole family’s dead; there’s no one to miss him.”

That was enough. Red grabbed her arm tightly.

“We’re his family. I don’t know what you’re thinkin’ of Margaret, but you need to stop right now. You need to get yourself sober so we can talk about this rationally like adults. He’s a child and there’s no such thing as curses.”

“Let go of me, Red!”

“You’re goin’ for the bottle again and I can’t have it!”

She struggled against his grip hard. He might have been just waking up, but Red had held tough against horses and cattle and Margaret couldn’t match their kind of strength by a long way. The advantage she did have was two arms free of wires and IVs. An advantage she used by clubbing Red over the head with something. It could have been a bottle or a bat or an ax, he wouldn’t have known the difference. He just felt the impact over his skull and everything going black.

–

When he woke up, the room was dark. At the very least, hours had passed. At the most… he didn’t have a guess. His room had been filled with a constant series of beeps since he’d gotten injured, but Doc Johnston had taken away most of them. Everything except the IVs and the heart monitor. One single beep in the room. It couldn’t overpower the soft screams he heard from outside. 

Abel.

Blood dribbled from his arms as he pulled out the IVs and the beep of the heart monitor was replaced with a sustained one, indicating there was nothing beating underneath the sensor. He felt wobbly getting up, but every scream he heard urged him forward. He wasn’t sure what was happening outside, but his gun cabinet being unlocked wasn’t a good sign. Nor was the missing rifle from inside.

Near enough to the front door, he could hear more than the screams. There was some kind of impact before each one. Coming from the tractor barn. An old building they hardly used outside of storage. In comforted him that the animals weren’t being hurt, but unnerved him even more that there was a multitude of tools in there. Any one of them could be used to seriously hurt someone with the right intent.

Unsurprisingly, she’d taken the time to lock this door. It was a stiff enough door to keep him out, but not so stiff that he couldn’t hear everything going on inside. A short, sharp whirring sound, a snap, a scream. A pattern that repeated and had been repeating for God only knew how long.

“Margaret? Margaret, open the door!”

“Go away, Red!”

The pattern sounded again and he heard the tell-tale crack. A whip. Oh God, she was whipping him.

The walk from bed had already taken so much out of him, but it didn’t stop him from shoving his shoulder against the door. It moved, but the lock hung tough. 

The pattern stopped momentarily before a new sound replaced it. Abel coughing, choking, making a guttural noise that was unmistakably a struggle for air. 

The rush of adrenaline coming from bed had been nothing to the one that drove him to trying to kick in the door. It was all the more startling when the lock gave way and moonlight flooded the barn. It fell on Margaret and followed her hands up the whip she was gripping to the beam it was wrapped around and then down to Abel struggling, whip around his neck and feet desperately trying to reach the ground again. She was hanging him and judging by his noises, the time he had was running out.

Red lowered his shoulder and ran into his wife, knocking her to the ground and losing her grip on the whip. Abel fell with her, laying still. 

He was out of the beam of moonlight, but Red could still see him in the shadows and crawled over, frantically untying it from where it had begun cutting into his skin. Abel could barely gasp for air when Red pulled away the blood-slick whip.

“Should have left it.”

He turned to see Margaret pointing the missing rifle at his head.

“Margaret, sweetheart, put that down. We need to calm down… not do anything crazy.”

“I need to end it here, Red. I need to end it.”

She was barely able to stand without wobbling. She was even more drunk than she’d been hours ago, possibly on the verge of passing out.

“End what, Margaret?”

“The curse! The curse he put on us! He dies and the curse dies with him!”

“Come on honey, put the gun down, we can talk about this.”

“Just read the book and you’ll see I’m doing the right thing.” She turned the gun around and pointed it at Abel’s head. “I’m about to do the world a favor, believe me.”

She pulled the trigger

The gun jammed.

“Fuck,” she hissed, yanking the barrel back to check it. Red took this moment to try and charge her. His impact set off the rifle.

Something hit him in the chest. If his ribs weren’t cracked before, they were now.

Margaret stared at him, at the softball-sized hole in his chest, gushing blood, and fell to her knees.

“Oh god, Red? I didn’t even pull the trigger, I…”

She turned to Abel, eyes rimmed with the tears she’d been crying off and on for hours. “Damn you… this is your fault.”

He couldn’t breathe. He could barely think. He was going on instinct alone when he scrambled from his spot on the floor to a little corner behind the stored hay bales. Margaret was patting the ground, hunting for wherever she’d dropped the rifle to. 

“Where are you, you goddamn brat? I’ll kill you! You hear me, I’ll kill you!”

Abel curled up against the back wall of the barn, hugging his knees to his face and rocking lightly, biting hard into the meat of his palm to stifle his breathing. He tasted blood, but it still didn’t hurt. The whipping hadn’t hurt either. It’d just been… scary. She was so angry. She still was. He was just grateful she’d given up on the whip when Red had come in. 

“You did this to us. You hear me, boy? You did this to us. I hope you burn in hell.”

Her voice didn’t sound quite as angry anymore. It sounded more… sad. Upset. The last thing he expected. 

Abel moved from his position carefully, trying to stay out of sight. He found a little peephole between the bales, showing Margaret sitting on the barn floor in the moonlight. The barrel of the rifle was in her mouth. 

Abel was sort of glad the fire had happened at night. After seeing Margaret’s brains splattered across the barn floor like that, he wasn’t sure he could have handled seeing Ma die too.

#Journey Out Of Darkness #Kane #WWE #WWF #Writing #Fanfic #as promised a much longer chapter this week #now school has started and I don't know just how much homework I'll be having #so as a result the weekly updates may change #we'll see when I start getting assigned homework

[randomquietkid]

"Surfboards and Sketchbooks" pt2

(If you haven't read part one of surfboards and sketchbooks please read it before you can find it on my page. Sorry I don't have a masterlist with all my fics yet, I can't figure out how to change the name on the links and I don't have that many posted. This part accidentally kinda turned into an all about me so you get to learn a little about me. If you want me to change some of the things because it is too personal and isn't varied enough I can totally do that. I'm pretty sure I'll be doing another part and I know what it will basically be talking about but I don't know what will happen so who knows I might have a fourth part too. I do think this part was a little all over the place and I don't like it as much as the first part so sorry If it disappointed some of y'all cause I think I could have done better.If you enjoy don't be afraid to send in requests there is a pinned post on my page of all the characters I would write about)

Trigger warnings: none. Probably cursing

Enjoy <3

Y/n POV:

I walked into school with my music blasting in my ears. I was listening to Alec Benjamin. As I looked around I saw that pretty much everyone looked the same. Tan, blond or brown haired, and a Summer wardrobe. Me on the other hand pale, brown hair and graphic tees, flannel and ripped jeans (I put what I would wear just because it was easier to write but I will change it if any of you would like. Kinda like a description of what I look like though ;) stood out from the crowd. My phone was laying on top of my sketchbook and book (right now I'm reading the Good Girl Complex but you can choose whatever you want) with my wire earbuds out the charger plug. I walked into the office to get my schedule from the front desk lady and saw the guy that I drew at the beach walk out. "JJ not even into first period and your already here" the Lady at the front desk said as she walked back from the printer with my schedule. "Yep. Sorry Mrs. B" he said "Y/n Y/l/n,here's your schedule dear. Have a great first day" she said as she handed me my schedule "thank you" I replied and walked out the office. 𝘑𝘑 was his name. As I made my way to first period from the office I saw JJ look at me walking away. Did he recognize me too, I really hope not.

First period was Social Study's. It was boring. I get the whole "don't want to repeat history" thing but if this generation did anything for history it would be either burn the world down or get so bad that people leave it, probably both. As I drowned out the teacher and started drawing in my sketchbook I heard shuffling next to me and saw 𝗝𝗝 sit in the desk next to me. Fuck. "Well I didn't want to jump right into work so I want everyone to fill out this get to know me worksheet" the teacher explained and many annoyed groans and complaints were verbalized but I just rolled my eyes. What are we 10, my teachers have been giving us that same worksheet since 1st grade. JJ passed me the sheet with a smile and leaned over to whisper " Have you also been doing this sheet on the first day of school for forever" he questioned with a small laugh "yep. Pretty sure they don't even read them just throw them away, basically gives them a free day" I said telling him my theory. He laughed "makes sense. I would" I nodded in agreement. " this may seem weird but, were you the one to sketch me at the beach two weeks ago" JJ asked. Shit he knows. " umm yeah. I'm sorry about my friends" I said apologizing for whatever they did. " don't worry about it, you have real talent. It was amazing"." why thank you" I smiled back at him as I felt my face heat up. Our conversation ended with both of us smiling as I looked at the sheet and saw the same questions as last year. 'What is your favorite food' *favorite food* 'what is your favorite music to listen to' *favorite music* (character playlists. Very hard to choose. Theres sooo many good artists) 'what do you like to do in your free time' *what you like to do* (for character purpose y/n will like drawing/painting and reading) 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔. 'Your favorite show' *your favorite show* 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓, 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒/ 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑜𝑛 (I have an unhealthy obsession with sharks thanks to my sister making me watch jaws at the age of six and then i had a really weird dream that got over my fear of sharks) 'favorite movie' 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑐𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒, 𝑗𝑎𝑤𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑔, 𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 'favorite summer memory' 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑥𝑒𝑠 *what you did* (I did go to a concert and a lot of book stores but summer isn't over yet where I'm from) 'favorite color' 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 * your favorite color* (black or greens) 'do you have any pets' 𝑛𝑜 *your pets if you have any* (I kinda forgot what else were on those sheets so that's all and I have two dogs) 'dinggggg' finally class was over. "As you get ready to leave put your papers on my dest, I can't wait to read them" our teacher said. Me and JJ gave each other a look and both laughed a little as I bet he thought about what I said earlier. I got up and put the paper on the teachers desk and left the classroom. As I put my earbuds back in and pulled out my schedule to see where I was supposed to be next I felt a someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and saw JJ behind me playing with his rings and his friends by the staircase doing a horrible job at trying not to watch whatever was about to happen. "Hi" "hi" "umm so I was wondering if you want to sit with me and my friends at lunch" he asked "yeah I would love to" "awesome" I laughed a little and he smiled "what's your next class so I know where to pick you up from" he asked "wow such a gentleman, umm I have *blah blah blah*" he smiled and said "really, me too. Well actually all of my friends and me do" "that's great. Do you mind walking me I have no idea where I'm going" I asked as I put

My schedule in my back pocket. "Yep no problem" he said leading me to his friends. "Y/n this is John B, Pope and Kiara" JJ said as he introduced his friends "hi" I said and they all waved. "Y/n has the same class as us next and she doesn't know where to go so she's walking with us" he explained to his friends and the nodded and started leading the way. I got a little distracted when my earbuds got tangled in the swirl of my sketchbook as I tried to untangle them I heard John B ask JJ "sooo definitely don't have a crush on her" not convinced. I heard him wince because JJ elbowed him in the ribs "shup up. And I don't know but shut the fuck up I don't want her to hear you" JJ said. I laughed a little at his antics. When we got into *blah blah blah* classroom JJ and his friends sat towards the back, as the sat down I almost sat in a seat towards the side of the classroom with the door but JJ patted the seat next to me implying me to sit there. I gave him a 'are you sure' look and he nodded. "You sure" I asked again once I sat down. "Positive" he replied smiling.

As the teacher went on about some of the class rules and units and shit I started drawing a little alien dude in the corner of my sketchbook as I felt a piece of paper hit my hand. I looked over and saw a crumbled up piece of paper on my desk and I saw a smirking JJ next to me. I opened it to read it and it said "go on a date with me Saturday" with two boxes below one with yes one with no. I could feel my cheeks heat up as I read that. I checked the yes box and gave it back to JJ. I looked over at him to see his reaction, he had smiled really big. That made me smile. So we were just some idiots smiling in the back of the classroom as the teacher explained rules. But I didn't care, even though i don't know the kid I'm freaking out about our 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 Saturday.

#jj x reader #JJ #obx jj x reader #obx netflix #obx fic #maybank #jj fluff #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #made by myself #part 2 #Surfboards and sketchbooks #Surfboards and sketchbooks pt2

[leekimdramas]

Love Is For Suckers Review (Spoiler Free)

This was a rollercoaster... Not the emotional one, the one where you think that you like the show but another second you want to drop it.

Goo Yeo Reum is a TV producer and she gets to co-produce the biggest reality show “Kingdom of Love”.

Because of an incident, one of the cast members can’t be seen on the show, so Yeo Reum asks her best friend Jae Hoon to fill the spot, but how can this work if both of them have feelings for each other?

The first two episodes were great, I liked how they showed Jae Hoon being always there for her and you could actually see some chemistry between the leads.

However, the third and fourth were surprisingly boring and I started disliking Yeo Reum and her choices. Her ex-fiancee came back and she got back with him so quickly and now that I think about that this plot was so unnecessary. 

As soon as the reality show started filming I got on board again, not only it reminded me of some cringe Single’s Inferno scenes but we were back at light fluffy stuff.

And again, as soon as I started thinking like that, they go back into unneeded drama, and this time I cannot only blame the female lead.

Anyway, by the end of the drama, I skipped through some scenes and barely paid attention to what is happening. But I wasn’t the only one as the editors of the drama also fucked up the 14th episode so badly.

There was a scene where the characters were up on the balcony talking about jumping down and you could see the ropes that were holding the actors.

The sound was also bad, going from quiet to louder, and a lot of too-loud background noises. 

Not only the writer was making up bs as she went on without a real purpose but the director and other staff members gave up on making it at least watchable.

Moving on to the characters there is nothing really special or anything that stands up about them.

Yeo Reum is very bright and fun to be around but she’s also very inconsiderate to other people. She’s one of those that will cry when you’re sad and you start to comfort them... Even though you wanted to be consoled. You know what I mean?

Jae Hoon is supposed to be a charming man and almost everyone is into him but I just couldn’t see it. As much as he played “the nice guy” he also liked to push Yeo Reum.

One second he’s like: “It’s okay if you decide that you don’t want to date me, I know you’re having a hard time right now” and the other is like: “How can you do this to me? How can you just be there and not like me??”

I just felt so icky and probably from that point I just could not see those two together.

The other characters were not as terrible and I really enjoyed watching the other contestants, they were fun and interesting.

Yeo Reum’s besties who have restaurant are also great fun to watch, so those people are the ones who made the show entertaining while it was sinking.

Overall, I just wanted to watch a simple rom-com but I got a whole mess, at least the webtoon author got her happy ending.

4/10

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