#well she's shocked cause where the fuck did that come from but also what do you MEAN it's hers??

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Horsies in the Plex if Roxy is a horse lover before she knows they've ever existed here is really good honestly. She's off exploring, finding random horse themed things and immediately drops what she's doing to run over to Vanessa with it like "LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!!" cause Vanessa also likes horsies and is the reason Roxy likes them so much in the first place.

Like it starts with a prop horseshoe or something. Then she's finding plushies and building a little collection of them, making sure to give Vanessa one every time she finds a new one. Then she finds a random ass saddle or a bunch of prop hay bales or something. A bridle. Some bit pieces. A harness for a wagon. The wagon itself. Horse action figures. Whatever else. She's been excited about every single thing she's found so far and wonders how much more there is to find...

Opens a new storage room door and she finds actual fucking horses. Deactivated, dusty as hell, animatronic horsies.

Fucking grabs Vanessa and takes off running into areas Vanessa is absolutely not allowed to be in at all to show her all the horsies sndjjd like "VANESSAA!!! THERE'S HORSES!!!! NESSA HORSES ARE REAL!!! THEY REALLY EXIST NESSA LOOOOK!!!!"

#there's so much fun with these horsies #listen she's got a special interest that makes her super happy #all tail wags and tippy taps while her four minis get so excited for her #biggest enablers of the special interest jdjdnid #oh and for the record vanessa does NOT have a special interest here. she was a horse kid growing up and still likes them #but she's nowhere near as interested anymore #Roxy just shows up and drops a horse plushie on her so excited about it and vanessa is... #well she's shocked cause where the fuck did that come from but also what do you MEAN it's hers?? #this is the thing with roxy. her dog programming makes strong emotions really hard to contain #so she HAS to show her the horsies and she HAS to run loops around her to do it #when she's excited enough about something sitting still feels like a death sentence she's actually going to EXPLODE #she's a little bean!!! cute and adorable and a good bit overwhelming to the unprepared!!! #the downside is that thus carries over to sadness anger frustration and every other emotion she can feel #she can't contain shit. she can kind of mask with overconfidence but only if she's had time to calm down first #she's just so dog like that #fnaf security breach #roxanne wolf #plex history: horses #they have an official tag now because i love them #fnaf vanessa #yeah sure fuck it I'll tag them both shjdj #i just have this mental image of roxy running in at the end of nessa's shift to give her a pony plushie #but the day guard is there to swap with her so he bares witness to excited puppy roxy and is so fucking confused #she gets super embarrassed when she notices him but poppet and tippy are like 'hey... hes probably jealous' #and she fucking shoots off to go get him one too. fucking blasts the door down when she gets back to hand him a horsie #'tippy said you'd be jealous so i got you one too.' and he's so fucking confused cause who the FUCK is tippy??? #Vanessa behind Roxy just nodding and gesturing to go with it and when he does she's both surprised and overjoyed he likes the horsies too #still embarrassed but HORSIES!!! #'where did you even get these??' 'found em!' 'yeah be where?' 'oh ya know... around.' '?????' #vanessa just tells him to drop it cause she doesn't have a clue either and that's obviously not about to change ever lmao

[saintsenara]

Riddle’s extremely fearful and aggressive reaction to Dumbledore when he thinks he’s a doctor (and the fact that he assumes this at all and believes he is being lied to) has some pretty dark implications (which of course no one follows up on). Do you have thoughts?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

and yes - this has occurred to me too... which means that my thoughts come with a trigger warning for the sexual abuse of a child, and are under the cut.

the relevant scene in canon is, of course, this:

“I am Professor Dumbledore.” “Professor?” repeated Riddle. He looked wary. “Is that like doctor? What are you here for? Did she get you in to have a look at me?”  He was pointing at the door through which Mrs. Cole had just left. “No, no,” said Dumbledore, smiling.  “I don’t believe you,” said Riddle. “She wants me looked at, doesn’t she? Tell the truth!”  He spoke the last three words with a ringing force that was almost shocking. It was a command, and it sounded as though he had given it many times before. His eyes had widened and he was glaring at Dumbledore, who made no response except to continue smiling pleasantly. After a few seconds Riddle stopped glaring, though he looked, if anything, warier still. “Who are you?” “I have told you. My name is Professor Dumbledore and I work at a school called Hogwarts. I have come to offer you a place at my school - your new school, if you would like to come.”  Riddle’s reaction to this was most surprising. He leapt from the bed and backed away from Dumbledore, looking furious.  “You can’t kid me! The asylum, that’s where you’re from, isn’t it? ‘Professor,’ yes, of course - well, I’m not going, see? That old cat’s the one who should be in the asylum. I never did anything to little Amy Benson or Dennis Bishop, and you can ask them, they’ll tell you!”

the surface-level reading of this scene - which is clearly what the text wants us to go for - is that riddle thinks he's about to be institutionalised for being "mad" - and, specifically, that he thinks that what dumbledore has been told is his "madness" is actually his magic.

[he is also clearly meant to be read as panicking a little bit that he's fucked around torturing his fellow children and is now about to find out...]

that riddle accepts he's a wizard so easily - and that he is so reassured by dumbledore agreeing that he's not mad - is something the text wants us to read as sinister. him immediately describing himself as "special" is set up as a precursor to the adult voldemort's delusions of grandeur - which the entire arc of the series, ending in his death as an ordinary man, is designed to undermine.

but i've always disliked this reading. the eleven-year-old riddle - a magical child raised around non-magical people - is objectively correct to describe his powers as "special" [in that they make him identifiably different from the crowd] within the context in which he lives. the word choice is nowhere near as deep as dumbledore decides - he's clearly known since he was very young that he's a wizard, but he didn't have the precise language to describe this fundamental part of himself until dumbledore offered it; prior to that, "special" is a perfectly reasonable alternative term.

and, in always knowing that he's a wizard, he also knows that he doesn't have a mental illness - but he must also know that this is something it's near impossible for him to prove.

in the real world, if i spoke to a patient who told me:

“I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want them to do, without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who annoy me. I can make them hurt if I want to.”

then i would be correct to describe them as experiencing psychosis. and i might - depending on their other symptoms - have reasonable cause to admit them [voluntarily or not] for psychiatric treatment.

riddle is - of course - demonstrably not psychotic. but it's not unreasonable that mrs cole would assume he is - the world she lives in, as a muggle [even if she's a religious one], is one in which people do not possess the ability to move objects or control animals with their minds, and if one of her charges is convinced that he can, then she's justified in seeking medical intervention.

[that psychiatric treatment in the 1930s can be described without exaggeration as inhumane is another matter...]

which is to say, i think we can easily suppose that mrs cole has - prior to dumbledore's arrival - succeeded in having riddle "looked at", and that the idea that he's mentally ill and should be committed to an asylum has been mentioned before. i think most of us would be instinctively [and angrily] wary of doctors if this happened to us, regardless of how nice the doctors in question were.

and maybe that's all there is to it.

and maybe it isn't...

in the doylist text, the eleven-year-old riddle's personality is the way it is because he's the villain of the series. where harry is preternaturally capable, even as a child, of all the things the series defines as admirable - above all, enduring difficulty without complaint - riddle is preternaturally incapable of them. he's meant to come across as unambiguously sinister - and the fact that the text repeatedly emphasises that he has control over his unpleasant traits invites us to view him as someone who is acting with full agency. that he lives in an orphanage is a trope which the text uses, like a campy horror film might, predominately to underscore how creepy he is - and the text, in keeping with its general lack of interest in states and their institutions, never really prompts us to interrogate the impact of his childhood upon the course his life takes.

[this is despite the fact that voldemort's reliving of the night he killed the potters in deathly hallows is an incredibly accurate depiction of ptsd...]

but it's also the case that the eleven-year-old riddle's behaviour and personality fits a pattern we might expect to see in a child who is being abused, sexually or otherwise:

he's aggressive, he has a hair-trigger temper, and he becomes distressed even by behaviour - such as dumbledore speaking mildly and calmly - which would not ordinarily be expected to provoke such a reaction.

his broader emotional state is fractious. his mood changes sharply, he seems to feel emotions very profoundly, he struggles to control his emotional response to things, he's extremely easily irritated, he's attention-seeking - and he particularly seeks negative attention, and he's very highly-strung. his admission in deathly hallows that he feels calm before he kills - or before he otherwise eradicates a threat or a problem - comes with the flip-side that he's someone who appears, when things aren't going well or he finds himself in a situation which he can't control, to become quite anxious. which is a trauma response.

he's extremely isolated. the text presents the fact that he has no friends as a deliberate choice - "lord voldemort has never had a friend, nor do i believe that he has ever wanted one" - and his relationship with everyone else he ever meets, including his fellow orphans, is defined by the text as exclusively involving him controlling, manipulating, and punishing them. or: he is always the more powerful person in the pairing. but this need for control can be read as self-protective just as easily as it can be read as sinister. there are hints in canon that riddle is not just some malevolent force in the orphanage preying on mild-mannered innocents. for example, billy stubbs, the owner of the rabbit he kills, is targeted by riddle as revenge: “Billy Stubbs’s rabbit... well, Tom said he didn’t do it and I don’t see how he could have done, but even so, it didn’t hang itself from the rafters, did it? [...] But I’m jiggered if I know how he got up there to do it. All I know is he and Billy had argued the day before." on the rare occasions billy turns up in fics, he's usually - i find - written very like neville - sweet and guileless and a bit pathetic. but the alternative reading - especially when we take into account that riddle attacks the rabbit rather than billy himself - is that billy is someone he would be afraid to physically confront. indeed, it's striking that voldemort - at all stages of his life - is described as being quite physically fragile. not only is he very thin, but he's always cold and his heartbeat is described several times in canon as irregular. i think this is supposed to be a comment on the physical changes he undergoes the more horcruxes he makes - although the idea that the soul would affect the heart doesn't actually align with how the series understands the soul to relate to the body - but it can also be interpreted perfectly legitimately as something he was experiencing prior to splitting his soul. i am committed to the headcanon that riddle was quite a sickly child - and that this is one of the things which drives his fear of death - and i'm also committed to the idea that his obsession with magic is because the enormity of his magical power makes up for his physical lack. he can defeat - and humiliate and frighten and remove the threat of - billy or dennis [or even an adult man?] with magic. without it, if they were to physically overpower him, then he wouldn't be able to throw them off.

he is extremely nervous about being alone in a room with dumbledore - someone he doesn't know, and who he assumes is connected to a profession [and, maybe, who knows any other doctors he's been previously made to see...] of which he is frightened.

he doesn't trust or confide in anyone - which, as a child, means particularly that he doesn't trust or confide in adults in positions of responsibility. he's clearly uneasy with the idea of finding himself in the subordinate position in an adult-child relationship when dumbledore offers to take him shopping for school supplies - potentially because he's worried that dumbledore will try and dictate or restrict what he's allowed to buy unless he behaves in a certain way... and i am always very struck that dumbledore says in half-blood prince: "He was very guarded with me; he felt, I am sure, that in the thrill of discovering his true identity he had told me a little too much. He was careful never to reveal as much again." this is presented in the text as evidence that dumbledore is the only person of whom voldemort is afraid - by which the text means that voldemort acknowledges that dumbledore knows that an ordinary man, mortal and unimpressive, lurks behind the mask of unassailable power he has created for himself; and which the text thinks is a good thing. but we can also read it as a self-protective act on riddle's part. in his excitement, he offers dumbledore information [that he is known to be a liar, that he is in trouble a lot, that mrs cole dislikes him and is disinclined to believe anything he says] which would give dumbledore - or anyone in a similar position of power and presumed respectability - cover to abuse him, safe in the knowledge that he would be unlikely to be believed if he reported it.

he doesn't appear to feel safe in the orphanage and he's frequently absent from it - by his own admission, he spends a huge amount of time wandering around london on his own, which may even involve him staying away for several days at a time. nobody appears to notice or care about this.

he's very independent - which the text again presents as evidence of his deliberate self-isolation and rejection of the bonds of love and friendship - and his independence is unusual for a child his age [i.e. that he is capable of doing all his own shopping for school].

his knowledge of violence - i.e. how he designs the trip to the cave to be maximally psychologically devastating for dennis and amy and devoid of repercussions for himself - is also more advanced and methodical than would be expected in a child of his age. again, the text uses this to emphasise how inextricable the child-voldemort is from his adult self - and also, to some extent, to underscore the intellectual brilliance [his magic is also more advanced than is normal for a child] which his narrative archetype [the exceptional villain who is defeated by the everyman hero] requires. but we can also read it as evidence of his own victimisation. a common sign that a child is being sexually abused is that they display a knowledge of sexual behaviour which is more advanced than is reasonable for a child of their age - for example, knowing in detail how a sex act is performed, or fluently using sexual slang which they have no chance of knowing either from age-appropriate settings like school-based sex education or conversations with a parent or trusted adult, or from the sort of enthusiastic hoarding of rude words and phrases all children enjoy as they grow up. riddle's precise, clinical knowledge of how to manipulate, frighten, torture, and control can be seen as something similar. if he can - at eleven or younger - methodically break down another child until they're "never quite right" again, then this is because he's learned how to from someone.

he keeps secrets. and he also goes out of his way to extract them. his grooming of ginny in chamber of secrets - he manipulates her into confiding things she wants to keep to herself, promises he won't tell anyone, and then uses the threat that he will to get her to do his bidding - is an absolutely textbook example of how abusers use the idea of secrecy to control their victims. it doesn't make his abuse of ginny any less inexcusable if we assume he learns this from being on the other side of things.

dumbledore understands his little cache of objects as trophies he's taken from victims - and the text takes the view that dumbledore is correct in this assessment. that hoarding trophies is something widely associated with serial killers means that this is yet another thing which underlines how creepy - and how like his adult self - the child-voldemort is. but it's also the case that the adult - and teenage - voldemort places a lot of emphasis on gift-giving as part of his control over other people. the two most obvious examples in canon are wormtail being given his shiny hand as a reward for helping voldemort get his body back, and slughorn being buttered up with crystallised pineapple before voldemort asks him about horcruxes. the text thinks this is sinister - and one of the reasons it does this is because gift-giving is a grooming tactic. the text also clearly thinks this isn't behaviour voldemort has learned from the other side. and yet a common sign that a child is being abused is if they have possessions it doesn't make sense for them to own [i.e. a child from a low-income background who is suddenly decked in designer clothes] and which they can't or won't explain how they came by. riddle's cache isn't luxurious - although he's so poor that a yoyo or a mouth organ probably is a luxury to him - but there's also nothing in canon which precludes the objects being presents, rather than stolen goods. if the spell dumbledore uses to make the box rattle is caused by a statement which is both relatively ambiguous and dependent on dumbledore's subjective personal morality - is there anything in this room he's acquired through nefarious means? - then the spell would still work as it does in canon if riddle was an abuse victim given the objects as "rewards". dumbledore's tendency to locate right and wrong in the individual and dumbledore's belief that good people should steadfastly endure misery means he can be written entirely canon-coherently as someone who would think a victim who appeared to collude in their own abuse - such as a victim who "offered" a sexual act because their abuser promised them something if they did - was behaving consensually, manipulatively, and nefariously. and it's worth noting that when riddle doesn't know what dumbledore has done to make the box rattle, he is "unnerved". when he realises dumbledore thinks he's stolen the objects - and that he has no interest in forcing him to admit this aloud - he is "unabashed". perhaps because he's just received proof that an experience he doesn't want to talk about is still secret...

on the other hand, the objects could indeed be stolen - because petty criminality and anti-social behaviour, especially in pre-teen children, is also a sign of abuse.

he can be extremely obsequious - when dumbledore tells him to watch how he speaks he becomes "unrecognisably polite", he ruthlessly flatters slughorn, and he is cringingly deferential to hepzibah smith. the text understands this as evidence that his apparent charm is only superficial - another trait associated in the popular imagination with serial killers [and it's striking that so much about the young voldemort - handsome, charming, seemingly quiet and polite, true evil lurking underneath the mask - is exactly like the pop-culture persona which has been created for ted bundy...]. voldemort himself agrees that his charm is performative in chamber of secrets: “If I say it myself, Harry, I’ve always been able to charm the people I needed. So Ginny poured out her soul to me, and her soul happened to be exactly what I wanted." but his obsequiousness is also a fawn response - a way of minimising a threat by attempting to please the person issuing it. he becomes "unrecognisably polite" - after all - in response to this: Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. “If, as I take it, you are accepting your place at Hogwarts - ” “Of course I am!” “Then you will address me as ‘Professor’ or ‘sir.’ ”  Riddle’s expression hardened for the most fleeting moment before he said, in an unrecognisably polite voice, “I’m sorry, sir. I meant - please, Professor, could you show me - ?”  riddle could reasonably interpret what dumbledore says here as a threat to prevent him attending hogwarts - even though dumbledore evidently doesn't mean it in this way - and he switches to being fawning because this is something he really doesn't want to happen...

do i think that any of this is what the text was actually going for? no. and nor do i think that reading riddle as a victim of abuse excuses the violence which the adult voldemort goes on to perpetuate.

but i think it is a reading of his characterisation which is both canon-plausible and interesting - a strange, sickly child with a reputation for cruelty and dishonesty being abused by the respectable doctor who is constantly called in to treat his coughs and wheezes, who buys him little presents and charms him into telling him secrets, who then [to paraphrase the teenage voldemort] feeds him a few secrets of his own, safe in the knowledge that nobody will ever believe him if he tries to get help.

and i also think this a reading which is sincerely important.

a significant contributor to the prevalence of child abuse - no matter what exact form this abuse takes - is that we are culturally conditioned to imagine that both the abuser and the victim will look and behave in a certain way if the abuse is "real".

and this means, all too often, that we take child abuse more seriously when the victim is "sympathetic" - when they're from a stable home, and their family are respectable, and they do well in school, and they're polite and sweet, and they look innocent, and they behave perfectly appropriately for their age, and nobody would ever dare to say that they come across as older than they are, and they're white, and they don't have a history of lying, and they don't have a history of attention-seeking, and they don't have a criminal record, and they're not abusive themselves, and there's absolutely no way of suggesting that they colluded in their abuse, and the perpetrator was someone who looks like a child abuser.

someone who is creepy, low-status, ugly, unpopular. someone who everyone can tell is socially abnormal, someone who nobody would ever intentionally permit to be around their children. not someone who is charming, well-respected, attractive, rich, popular, trustworthy. not someone who has a loving family and a happy home. not someone we might be friends with.

but many perpetrators of child abuse are these second group of people. and many victims of child abuse are "unsympathetic", when their social positions and reputations are compared to their abusers' own.

they lie. they steal. they're attention-seeking. they're vindictive. they have trouble distinguishing between imagination and reality. they're violent. they're bullies. they hurt animals. they abuse other children. they take drugs. they're mentally-ill. they come from broken homes. they're in the care of the state. they're dirty. they're poor. they're odd. they're behind at school and badly-behaved in the classroom. they do things which allow their abuse to be dismissed as something they brought upon themselves - they speak or dress in certain ways, they pose provocatively in pictures and post them on the internet, they are known to be sexually active outside of the context of their abuse, they lie about being over the age of consent, they engage in sexual behaviour with an adult abuser in a way which appears [even though it isn't, and there's never a circumstance in which it will be] to be consensual or for their own personal gain, they are flattered by the attention they receive from someone who is important or attractive grooming them, they have complicated - and not always wholly negative - feelings towards their abusers.

and they are still - unequivocally - victims, and what happens to them is still - unequivocally - abuse.

tom riddle is an unsympathetic victim - not only of any potential abuse, but also of the horrors of his life which are explicit on the canon page: that he is raised in an orphanage; that he is grieving; that he knows nothing about his family; that he is thought to be mad.

the absence of any institutional response to his childhood experiences - dumbledore, by his own admission, discloses nothing about riddle to his fellow teachers - is a flaw repeated again and again in the worldbuilding of the harry potter series.

hogwarts - and the wizarding [and muggle] state more broadly - doesn't intervene in any case of neglect or abuse, from harry to snape to voldemort's own parents. the series' individualistic morality means that we aren't supposed to interrogate these collective failings. and the series' black-and-white view of good and evil - and its general belief that violence is fine if the person it happens to "deserves" it - means that it has no interest in examining the ways that poverty, isolation, and neglect are risk factors; that straightforwardly unpleasant people can still be victims; that victims can go on to become perpetrators without their victimhood ceasing to matter; and that the abuse of children usually takes place not in silence and secrecy, concealed in ways which make it fine for adults not to notice it and not to intervene, but in plain sight.

this is knowledge it never hurts to refresh. thinking about lord voldemort's childhood might be an usual way of doing so... but it is an effective one nonetheless...

#asks answered #asenora meta #tom riddle #lord voldemort #if wizards had the concept of safeguarding it would be a game changer...

[lovewithmary]

(not) moving on — a max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc series

★ fc: madison beer ☆ summary: evangeline "evie" stark is in love with her best friend, max verstappen, but he tries his best to keep her at arm's length. but what happens when she starts to get close to his fellow drivers in the paddock? ★ notes: THE REASON WHY MAX NEVER ENDED UP DATING EVIE GETS REVEALED!!! OHHHH

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"So which one of them is it?"

Max nearly has a heart attack at the sound of Natasha's voice, not expecting to hear her when he could've sworn he saw her from across the room. He had grown up knowing the woman, but no matter how many years had passed, he could never figure out Natasha Romanoff.

It was to be expected, considering she had made it so you couldn't figure her out. But even then, it was unnerving to Max to be facing her, when she looked like she could see right through him and knew every secret he was hiding.

Natasha probably did know his secrets. And that's what he was afraid of.

Max had been invited to a little get-together that was only Avengers, Pepper, Morgan, and the Drivers and their WAGs. It was surprising when Max received the text from Tony, thinking that Tony would've sided with his daughter in their fight. However, Max was promised there was no bad blood between him and Tony and he was invited to the get together.

It was weird for him to see his two worlds collide. He had tried his hardest to separate his two worlds, even if it wasn't even technically his world, it was Evie's. He orbited around Evie long enough for him to consider himself as a constant for her, someone Evie could rely on.

He just had to fuck things up in that regard. In this butterfly effect, caused Evie to meet Charles, and now he was sat with the Earth's Mightiest Heroes with his fellow F1 Drivers.

Maybe he needed to evaluate everything he had done in his life up until this point.

"I don't know what you're talking about," was what Max was able to come up with after being shocked by Natasha.

Natasha looked unimpressed with his answer as if she expected him to say that. "So it's both?" Natasha concluded, and Max had never been so confused in his life than he was right at that moment.

"Both?"

"You know, Verstappen, you're pretty easy to read all things considered. So I knew when you started having a crush on Evie, then those feelings became real. What was difficult to understand was the fact that Evie was reciprocating these feelings, yet you never seemed to take the chance, despite your feelings," Natasha started, making Max nervous.

"I had to look at things in a bigger picture. Try to see where your feelings changed about Evie," she continued.

"Only your feelings didn't change. You also have feelings for another. So tell me, Max, what are you going to do with your feelings for both Evie and Charles?"

"How did you know?" Max asked, feeling panicked all of a sudden.

"I didn't, it was a shot in the dark. But you just confirmed it for me," Natasha shrugged, taking a sip of her drink, which was just vodka.

"I thought I was hiding it well, considering it just so happened that the two people I love have gotten together," Max sighed, not even realizing that he admitted he loved them.

"Oh, you are hiding it well. Well, maybe not to me but Evie and Charles have no clue. Whether it's denial or they're just clueless, they don't know,"

What Natasha said finally caught up to Max, not even realizing she had said it until now. "What do you mean what am I going to do with my feelings? I'm obviously not going to act on them," Max told her.

"Why not?"

"Why— why would I try to break them up?! Also, that'd be ruining their relationship and whatever friendship I have left with the both of them," Max exclaimed quietly, shocked at the fact she'd think he'd want to ruin Evie and Max's relationship.

Natasha rolled her eyes and said, "I obviously don't mean you break them up,"

"What did you mean then?" Max asked, his interest piqued since if Natasha didn't mean breaking them up, what did she mean?

"Do I have to spell it out for you Max? Date the both of them," she explained slowly, like he was a small child.

"Wha—"

"You like Charles and Evie, Charles likes Evie and you, and Evie likes you and Charles. Everyone loves everyone and you don't have to keep on sulking," she casually said, as if she didn't say something so shocking to Max.

"I don't sulk," Max was quick to deny.

"Funny how that's the first thing you pay attention to and ignore the fact I said Charles likes you,"

"Charles doesn't like me in that way. But even if he did, I highly doubt a relationship with the both of them is possible,"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Evie barely looks at me because of the shit things I said about her. I'd probably end up fucking it up again if we were all ever together. Charles has only ever talked to me amicably, and I'm pretty sure that's because Evie told him not to let our fight get in the way of our friendship,"

"Max, if Evie was willing to tell Charles that, doesn't that give you even the tiniest bit of hope she'll be willing to forgive you?"

"Even if she was willing, where would I start?"

"How about saying you're sorry?"

#f1 imagine #f1 instagram au #f1 x oc #f1 oc #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 ig au #f1 x y/n #f1 x reader #f1 x you #max verstappen x oc #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fic #max verstappen smau #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc x oc

[tnsophiaonly]

"Thy should learn its place."

"It is beneath me."

The Creator scoffed at an annoyance, the fact that someone dared to use her gene blessed to mortals for their own advantage?! Out rageous! But her connection to the realm has been disconnected from Celestia thyself. They dare challenge their Creator?

Challenge accepted.

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Liar Reader. SAGAU. Cult AU. Impostor-ish AU. OOC. Manipulator Reader.

—e—r—a—w—a—n—U—

The same looking figure as you was talking to Kujou Sara. Really unfortunate.

So the plan to avoid characters at all causes, yeeted to Celestia.

What do you do?! What do you do?!?!

Wait, just go back to where you are and leave with your boat!

You were about to walk away when...

"Halt! Show yourself, intruder!"

Kujou Sara commanded and took out her bow and put the '(S/M)' behind her as a sort of protection.

Well. Shit.

You walk out of your hiding place and despite the fact that Kujou Sara dropped her weapon a little bit, you could feel her guard is still on.

"State your name and purpose!" Kujou Chic- Sara demanded. Geez was she always this loud? Man her vocal cords must hurt, her own issues meh.

"Akeldama Kagema, I am an adventurer. I came here for a commission." You lied smoothly, keeping up a facade of a serious and hardworking.

Kujou Sara eyes you up and down. 'Strange, why do I feel a divine like aura on this stranger...?' Kujou Sara thought quietly, unbeknownst to her guard dropping.

(S/M) chuckled awkwardly, gaining your and the yokai's attention

"So, Kagema-chan, what exactly is your commission?" Wow. No formalities? Straight up -chan and comfy? You keep up your facade.

"I had to take care of a hilichurl camp." You lied explained. (S/M) seemed skeptical of your answer, "Just a hilichurl camp? That's your only commission..?" Clearly she knows nothing about the Adventurer's Guild does she..?

"Only in Kannazuka. I still have other commissions on other islands of Inazuma." You cleared things up.

"Ohh! I get it!" (S/M) sickly sweetly said in false fascination.

"By the way. Kagema-chan, I noticed that you're bruised and your clothing doesn't really seem adventure-like!" Perceptive people suck but are also hot. "I am very aware of my clothing choice but it's the only clothing choice I have. But it didn't cause a hindrance or whatsoever." You lied replied professionally.

Before (S/M) could speak, Kujou Sara unconsciously cut her off. "I'll patch this stranger. I can't trust this stranger to be anywhere safe with you (S/M). You are after all an oracle and the only person that's personally connected to the creator. You should visit the Kamisato Estate for some early discussions regarding the festival and ritual for the creator."

"Ohh yeah!" (S/M) says in realization, and her face turns red, 'Ayato...' She thought quietly. She then faces the both of us and bows down. "May the Creator guide you!" She says in a hurry and runs away.

Oracle? She- she already took the role of an oracle? Fuck! Now what're you going to do... Maybe just act like an adventurer? Yeah...

You were thinking deeply, unknown to your surroundings of someone watching you. "Akeldama, is there something wrong?" Finally formalities! Kujou Sara asks in either suspicion or worry.

"I'm fine. I was just shocked about the news of an oracle..." You clear things up. Kujou Sara nods, "I totally understand you, I, first, did not acknowledge her, until, I felt myself being awakened." That was just a coincidence, or was it?

Awakened? What does she mean by that..? "Ah.. you don't seem to have a vision.." Does she mean pulls?

"It's when shooting stars in the sky get a color of gold or purple which will give you a connection to the creator. It's like wishing for fate." Kujou Sara explained. So it is pulls.

"Ah. Now I'm kind of envious of you vision holders. Getting your own personal connection with the creator sounds like a dream come true isn't it..? It almost feels like, she'll give you everything to just get you all acolytes a connection to the creator hmm? It's a really really special deal.." You became out of character from your facade.

Kujou Sara's eyes widen at your statement, she's never thought of it as that special as you do. It's as if she's not pledging her utmost devotion to The Creator! You're right.. the probably only reason The Creator hasn't awakened every vision acolytes is because they might have been growing weaker in the other world and that's why she sent an oracle now because she wanted to see what we personally feel. Oh she apologizes very much, does she need to sacrifice and do something about it?!

You hid your smirk. Kujou Sara seems bothered... Guess your statement got her mind to chicken in.

Now you just wonder what challenges you'll face at the acolytes you haven't awakened yet.. you'll find out soon.

This chapter is short for a reason 😔. 1. I couldn't do anything until next week to see what lies beyond the poll.. and also because I didn't want to write for others in this specific chapter.

I'm so sorry for being lazy ig 💔

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Naughty or Nice - Chapter 2

Summary: After coming down from the high of his night together with Y/N, Negan has to face the realities of his home life. Things grow complicated when he can't get his mind off his boss and their intimate moment together.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC) and some other characters from TWD.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51464518/chapters/130435768

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, angst, smut, etc.

Notes: There are some people from The Walking Dead that will start showing up in this story along the way even though it's an alternate universe story. Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this.

Having sex at work was not something Negan ever expected to have happen. No one had ever interested him enough for that. Hell, he was too professional for that. Well, at least he thought he was. What happened tonight was a shock for both him and Y/N. After what they did, they cleaned up her office, sent off the work and were quick to head out. Once they agreed to see where things could go, they were both quiet. Possibly unsure about what happened. But Negan knew how he felt.

“What’s wrong?” Negan gazed over at Y/N from where he was standing across from her in the elevator after they got a notice from a driver that they were parked out front of the building. Her face was flushed over, her eyes looking worried while he kept his hands pushed into his pockets. Between the two of them in that elevator, you could tell that they were disheveled. But they were leaving after a Christmas party that night, so if they ran into anyone, he was hoping they would assume that was why. Although, he didn’t regret it. Not one bit.

“Do you think we cleaned everything good enough? You don’t think they will know, do you?” she wondered causing a smirk to tug at Negan’s lips. Looking toward the camera that was in the elevator, Negan cleared his throat and adjusted his positioning in the corner of the elevator. “I’m serious Negan. We kind of made a mess and…”

“I’m sure that everything will be fine. Also, people shouldn’t be going into your office while you’re gone,” Negan assured her with a wink hearing the nervousness in her tone. “It’s not like we left my cum covering the desk or the couch. Any mess we made, we cleaned it up with the tissues. I don’t expect a janitor to come in and inspect the tissues that are in your garbage checking to see if it’s my dried up cum on them.”

“Negan,” she scoffed looking toward the camera that was in the elevator, but all he gave in return was a shameless shrug.

“I’m just saying Y/N, we cleaned everything up. My cum was wiped up and the other stuff…” Negan’s eyes flashed over with a naughty expression that almost took her breath away with it. “That will dry up. Trust me, no one is ever going to know about our sex or how many times I made you squirt by morning.”

“You have no filtering system,” she pointed toward the camera, her cheeks turning redder if that was possible. “They can probably hear you.”

“We’re not the first people to have sex in an office building Y/N. They’ve probably had people have sex in here for fuck’s sake. And I doubt they listen back on all of the videos from all day long. We’re just two people standing in an elevator after a Christmas party,” Negan reasoned with her, pulling one of his hands out to wave it about in the air. “Sure, we had sex, but it’s not like our boss is going to know. And if he does? So fucking what? I’m sure Dwight and Sherry have done it somewhere in this building. Probably even the big boss and his wife too. People get promiscuous and horny. That shit happens.”

“You’re talking about it like it’s not a big deal,” she replied back fanning herself trying to hide the warmth that was flooding into her face. “What we did…”

“Was fucking amazing. We enjoyed ourselves and we cleaned it up. No one is going to know,” Negan hushed her with a devious smile, his eyes wrinkling with amusement that she was so worried. “We got our work done, our client is going to be happy and everything is going to be okay. I promise you that.”

Once the elevator dinged, he held his right hand out and motioned for her to leave the elevator first. “After you, Boss.”

“You just want to stare at my ass,” she pushed into the center of his chest having him stumbling back, a thick rumble of laughter falling from his throat. Moving off the elevator, she yelped when Negan moved behind her to pinch her ass. Swatting his hand away had his raspy laugh filling the empty building that only had a security guard inside of it. It was actually good that Negan was with her because her legs still felt weak from everything they had gone through.

A cool burst of air caused an immediate chill once she finally stepped outside. The sensation almost knocked her off her feet. It was an instantaneous reaction from the snow that was still falling around them. The sensation of Negan’s hand settling at the small of her back made her take in a sharp breath as he led her toward the car that was waiting. Going to reach for the door, she was halted by Negan who opened the door for her holding his hand out to help her into the car. Accepting his hand, she was somewhat in awe by the chivalry that he was displaying for her as he helped her in. Once she was comfortable, Negan slid into the car beside her and got himself situated after closing the door behind him.

The driver confirmed that they were ready and Negan knew that he had put in her address first so that way she got home safe just like he promised. Heat flooded into the car, but she still had a chill flooding her body from the freezing temperatures outside.

“You okay?” Negan questioned, his eyebrow arching when he stared out at her. Noticing that she was tremoring, Negan adjusted in the seat that he was in and pulled his jacket from his body to cover her with it. The small gesture was enough to have her swooning as he slid in closer to her rubbing his hands over her shoulders to keep her warm. “Any better?”

“I think I would have been better if I had my panties,” she whispered what she thought was low enough for only him to hear. It made Negan snicker and he leaned in to nuzzle his nose in against hers. “I know you snatched them.”

“It will be something to keep me satisfied until we get back,” Negan slurred, dragging his tongue out over his bottom lip. The warmth of his breath lingered over her lips and it made her tremor against him. A shuddering breath escaped her when he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Even though we cleaned you up, you have no idea how fucking hot it makes me knowing that my cum is still inside of you.”

“Negan,” she hushed him, her cheeks flushing over with a warmth. Pressing her hand in over the center of Negan’s chest, she heard the amused rumble fall from him and she couldn’t believe that he said that. “You’re naughty.”

“I am,” Negan agreed with her, giving her a wink while keeping a small distance between them. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he drew her to him so that she could stay warm with him close to her. Hovering his lips in over her jawline, Negan’s eyelids were heavy with lust again and she knew that having him close to her like this had her pulse jumping in her throat. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the next few weeks when you are on my mind. Your tight…” Negan’s words vibrated against her flesh when he started drawing his bottom lip over her jawline and toward her neck, “Wet…pussy. It’s all I’m going to be dreaming about.”

“Negan,” she gasped out when the roughness of his fingertips dragged across the inside of her thigh. Lifting her gaze, she could see that the driver stole a few looks back at them every so often with her and Negan being so touchy. Gradually, Negan’s motions turned into naughty kisses that were being peppered against the side of her neck. “He’s watching.”

“There is nothing to see,” Negan noted, his lips sweeping in over hers taking her breath away with the motion. Instead of pulling away like she should have, she allowed him to kiss her like that knowing that she didn’t want to leave him tonight. Laying with him on the couch naked would have been a great way to spend her night, but she knew that she couldn’t do that. Her fiancé was waiting for her and Negan’s kids were certainly waiting for him at home. They were both leaving for the holiday and she knew better to fall into a forbidden romance with her co-worker. “You have my jacket over your lap.”

Closing her eyes shut tightly, she felt Negan’s palm flattening out over her thigh before pushing up under the skirt of her dress. With Negan’s fingers dancing across her heated flesh, she fought so hard to keep herself from crying out.

“I’m so glad we opened up with one another tonight,” Negan nibbled at her bottom lip, tugging faintly on it when his index finger traced a line up over the length of her sex beneath the jacket he covered her with. Repeating the motion several times, he flicked his tongue at the inside of her bottom lip and she turned her head toward him to bring their lips together with a wet sound. Humming against her lips had her moaning faintly and he smiled sheepishly. Urging her thighs further apart, Negan took advantage of the moment and slid one of his fingers into her welcoming sex. Burying her head against his shoulder after she dropped it down, she tried to keep herself silent. Unhurriedly, he thrust his finger into her, his hazel eyes locked on her emotions while he did it. There was a hope that the driver would have just thought they were making out with one another, but she wasn’t very good at hiding with how he was making her feel. Sure, he was trying to hide it, but if someone was smart enough, they would know what was happening.

“Me too,” she agreed with him, licking her lips and panting when Negan bit at her jawline. Back when they were at the office, she was able to tell that Negan had left some marks on her that she would have to hide over her vacation. It was something she should have been furious about. But strangely? She wasn’t. “People would look down on us for what happened tonight. Especially me.”

“Mmm…I don’t care,” Negan growled, his kisses leading to her lips. It was passionate and drew both of them to cling to one another while Negan’s finger continued to pump into her with determination.

“I’m your boss,” she reminded him with a hum, her eyes slamming shut when Negan added another finger to add to the pleasure of what he was doing beneath his jacket.

“Yes, you are,” Negan snickered, groaning out with the way she was kissing at his bottom lip. “My talented, beautiful, incredibly sexy boss.”

Reaching down, she grasped tightly to his arm when she felt a warmth building up inside of her body. More than anything she wanted to rock her hips against the motions of his fingers, but she knew that she couldn’t. Negan was having fun with this and she knew that. At this point, she didn’t even know where they were. They could have been driving in the completely wrong direction and she would have never known.

“Negan,” she panted his name, hating that she wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding the pleasure he was giving her while he fingered her in the back of this stranger’s car. Desperately clinging to him, she made sure that he was close when she felt her hips shaking against his movements. Immediately Negan picked up on her body’s response to him and his fingers pumped away inside of her hoping to get her to another orgasm. Once she did, she bit at his bottom lip hoping to silence her cries and Negan growled against her flesh. Tearing her lips away from his, she rest her head against the side of his neck. Trying to get her body to calm down was going to be hard. Between her body’s tremors and her breathing, she had no idea how she was going to walk into the apartment that she shared with her fiancé and pretend that she was okay. Gasping out, she felt Negan’s fingers pulling from her. Noticing that Negan brought his fingers to his lips had a breath catch in her throat and she found her heart hammering inside of her chest. Negan took his fingers into his mouth, his tongue lapping at the taste of her over them. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Mmmm…that would be terrible,” Negan hummed, his eyelashes fluttering before she grabbed a firm hold of his hair to bring him to her so they could kiss. Each kiss was passionate feeding off the energy they were getting from each other. It was so intense that by the time that the car stopped neither one of them really noticed. It took the driver clearing his throat for them to realize that they were there. Finally Negan was the one to pull his lips from hers letting out a disappointed sigh. “I don’t want to say goodbye to you.”

“You have to,” she placed her hand over the center of his chest realizing how dangerous it was for them to be this close inside of the car in front of her home that she shared with her fiancé. Tapping him on the chest, she pressed one more faint kiss over his lips. “Goodnight Negan.”

“Goodnight,” Negan frowned when she pulled away from him, handing him over his jacket when she managed to get out of the car on her shaken legs. Watching her closely, Negan felt his chest tightening when he watched her walk up toward the door of the building she lived in. After she disappeared into the building, Negan cussed to himself and pinched the bridge of his nose.

On the way to his home, Negan noticed that he looked at his phone more times that he cared to admit. Y/N had just left him. Why would she text him? It drove him crazy to know that he was already hooked on this woman. Sure, he had always found her appealing, but after tonight he felt like they connected in a way that was too strong for either of them to be able to deny.  

Swiping his finger across the top of the screen, he sighed loudly and knew that he had to get it together. He was going home to his children and he would have to quickly fill into the role of dad. Focusing on his surroundings while in the back of the car, Negan knew that he found so much awe in the city. He loved it and it was even more beautiful when it would snow.

“We’re here,” the driver announced when he pulled up to the apartment building where Negan lived. Staring up at the building, Negan knew that his wild night of pleasure would have to be soon forgotten. Closing his eyes, he let that memory of Y/N burn into his memory before sitting forward. Lifting his hips up, Negan pulled out his wallet. Counting out money, he slid forward enough to hold it out for the driver. “What’s this?”

“You know what this is for,” Negan muttered and it took a minute for the driver to think things over before accepting the money. “Thanks for the ride.”

“No, thank you Mr. Smith,” the man gave Negan a nod when Negan got out of the car. Getting his jacket on, Negan stared up at the building and then moved into it. His walk to the elevator was slow, but when he got on the elevator, he couldn’t help but think about Y/N. The memory of her lingered in his mind when they were on the elevator tonight. He didn’t want to forget about what happened tonight. It was too perfect for him to do that.

It seemed the elevator was taking longer than normal to get to the floor his apartment was on. It gave him the time to reflect on his memories from tonight and he sighed. With a ding, the doors opened and he stepped out onto the floor hearing the sounds of the television in the background. Tipping his head to the side, Negan rounded the corner of the hallway to see that his son was stretched out across the couch.

“Beau?” Negan called out and his son’s head dropped back to look back over at Negan. A tired smirk tugged at his son’s young features and Negan pushed his hands into his pockets. In Beau’s hazel eyes he could see that his son was tired so he was surprised to see him still up so late into the night. When Negan got home, he pictured he would be coming home to a dark apartment. “What are you doing up? We have a big day tomorrow.”

Stepping toward the couch, Negan gasped when his daughter hopped up on the couch to her feet. Amusement flooded her young features when Negan jumped, not expecting her to be there. Giggles fell from her throat, her dimples sinking in and her green eyes glowing with happiness. Hopping over the back of the couch, his daughter jumped into his arms. Catching her, he pulled her in closer to his chest and stroked his fingers through her dirty blonde hair, pressing a kiss over her forehead. Laughing, he squeezed her close to him and found joy that his kids were still happy to have him home. “We were watching Christmas movies daddy!”

“Oh?” Negan peppered kisses against the side of his daughter’s face an amused rumble falling from Negan’s throat. “Erin, it is way past your bedtime baby girl. I don’t even know how you are still awake. I’m barely able to keep my eyes open right now.”

“I have an answer for that one,” Beau noted, pointing back toward the kitchen. Beau’s dimples sank in and Erin’s head buried against the side of his neck while she laughed. “Lots and lots of cookies. We baked this evening and she took down quite a few on her own. And it probably didn’t help that they were sugar cookies.”

“Why’d you let her eat so many?” Negan moved around the couch to glance down at Beau who simply stared up at Negan with an amused expression. Beau shrugged, his dimples showing that he was being silly in not getting up from the couch. With his free hand, Negan waved his son to stand up. “Don’t give me that look. Get up here you little shit.”

Snickering, Beau got up from the couch to move forward to give his father a hug and Negan placed a kiss on the top of his son’s head. Messing Beau’s dark hair up had his son laughing, “You always hug me when I come home. Don’t get too old for that shit on me.”

“I’ll never be too old for that,” Beau muttered into his father’s shoulder, squeezing his arms around Negan’s waist. “I just wanted to see how long it took to upset you.”

“You’re a dick,” Negan snickered hearing the gasp that Erin gave when she leaned back to stare up at her father from where she was in his other arm. “Don’t repeat what I said.”

“What kind of dad are you?” Beau jokingly shoved into Negan’s chest causing Negan to snort, his laugh growing with the playful banter that him and his son were having together. “You’re lucky that I love you so much.”

“That’s actually true,” Negan alerted his son, hooking his fingers around the back of his son’s head to bring him forward to place another kiss on his forehead. “I’m lucky to have you buddy. Don’t forget that. And I look forward to those hugs. It’s my favorite thing about coming home.”

“Good,” Erin piped in, cuddling in closer to Negan’s chest from where he was holding onto her. “Because we miss you when you are gone.”

 “We have some pizza and cookies waiting for you in the kitchen,” Beau pointed toward the area that the kitchen was in and it made Negan sigh. “We also got this new peppermint hot chocolate that’s actually surprisingly good. I’ve had a few myself tonight.”

“You two made cookies on your own? Where did you get the hot chocolate?” Negan inquired only to hear the sound of a door opening and he looked back over his shoulder to let out a tense sound when he saw his girlfriend was there. When her green eyes connected with his, a big, happy smile spread out over her features. Seeing her made Negan’s heart race. She wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow. “Hey Maggie. What are you doing here?”

“Not the response I thought I would get,” Maggie moved across the room, stepping before him and he used his free arm to wrap it around her to give her a one-armed hug. Originally, he was happy that he was going to have time to chill out. He could only imagine how he may have tasted and smelled of Y/N. Tonight he should have been able to get a shower in, a rest and then start over completely new in the morning with her when she came over. When she pulled back, she pressed a quick kiss over Negan’s lips and he hoped that she didn’t notice anything different. “I decided instead of waiting until tomorrow I would pack today and just come over so we could all leave together in the morning. I knew the kids would be alone tonight because of your party so we hung out. I brought some food and we had some bonding time.”

“All night long,” Beau dragged out his words and it was clear there was sarcasm in his tone. Nudging his son softly with his shoulder, Negan knew that Beau wasn’t the biggest fan of Maggie and he made that clear. Thankfully, Maggie just always thought Beau was a jokester and never really picked up on the fact that his son didn’t like her all that much. “Maggie brought pizza, insisted we make cookies together and then wanted us to have a sleep over with a night full of movies.”

“And I think we had fun, right?” Maggie confirmed with Beau, moving out to squeeze over his shoulder firmly. Holding her arms out for Erin, Erin looked up at Negan with big eyes wondering if she had to go over to Maggie. Negan didn’t want to force his daughter to do it, but eventually his seven-year-old sighed and then accepted the gesture from Maggie who grabbed her. “You had fun, didn’t you?”

“It was good,” Erin answered with a firm nod of her head, her tiny dimples sinking in and Negan knew that was the face of his daughter lying. Biting down on his bottom lip, Negan tried to keep his amusement in when he slid his hands into his pockets. As he did it, his fingers connected with the panties that belonged to Y/N that he had shoved in their previously. Immediately pulling his hands out of his pockets, he folded his arms in front of his chest and cleared his throat. “We watched some good movies.”

“Are you hungry?” Maggie wondered and Negan shrugged. He hadn’t really ate much today so he wouldn’t mind a bit of a snack.

“I’ll go warm some pizza up for you,” Beau moved around Negan and pat his dad on the shoulder. Heading into the kitchen left the three of them alone. Setting Erin down, Maggie noticed that she was eager to run off into the kitchen.

“No more cookies until tomorrow,” Negan called out hearing Erin giggle and she stopped to turn around. Her hands hooked in front of her and she fluttered her beautiful eyelashes up at Negan. “I said no.”

“Please. Just one more?” she begged of Negan giving him the look that she always did when she wanted him to agree to something. “I swear. Just one.”

“Fine,” Negan grumbled under his breath hearing the giggle that followed. After Erin disappeared into the kitchen, Negan called out to Beau knowing that he was the one he could count on to follow the rules. “Only let her have one more Beau!”

“Got it dad!” Beau hollered back from the kitchen giving Negan the time to turn to face Maggie who looked pleased with how things turned out today.

“Honey,” Maggie stepped forward, brushing her fingers through Negan’s hair to get it out of his face. Tipping up on her toes, she tugged at the coat he was wearing and sighed. “You smell of alcohol really bad. You drank a lot tonight?”

“I did,” Negan confessed thankful that the smell of alcohol was what she picked up on. “I worked most of the night and when I got that hour in to party, I took advantage of it. I’m sorry. I know I have to drive tomorrow, but I will be fine. I’ll drink some water now and I swear I’ll be in good shape tomorrow for your family.”

“I’m not worried about it,” Maggie whispered, caressing over the center of Negan’s chest. “I hope you’re not mad that I did this. I just wanted to try to bond with Beau and Erin. I know that Christmas time is hard for them without their mother and I just…I want to make a good impression.”

“I’m not mad at you. I appreciate the gesture. You know my kids are the most important things in the world to me,” Negan reminded her knowing that he couldn’t be mad at her for trying. He was just nervous. He wished he would have had time to himself to let the things that happened with Y/N linger. Now he was worried as hell. They agreed to wait until after the holidays to decide things. Yet, here he was standing in front of the first woman he gave a chance to after his wife died with another woman’s panties in his pocket likely still smelling heavily of her. Well, more so alcohol now and he was thankful for that. “Did Beau let you in?”

“He did,” Maggie responded dragging her fingers down in over the side of Negan’s face, teasing her fingers through his short beard. “I would think by now that I would have a key since I’ve spent a lot of nights here already…”

“I keep forgetting,” Negan lied getting tense when she tipped on her toes and her lips hovered over his. “I just have to make time to get a key made.”

“The place you work at runs you too hard,” Maggie slurred, her thumb dragging out over his bottom lip. Keeping his eyes locked with hers, Negan didn’t really know how to respond. Before being in this kind of position, he really should have brushed his teeth and taken a shower. “Now you get to take a break. Finally.”

“Kind of,” Negan breathed against her lips when she attempted to kiss him which made her huff. “I still have to keep in contact with my team and the company. I’m one of the people in charge and they can’t do this without me.”

“Don’t you have two levels of bosses ahead of you? That guy I met and that new woman?” she plucked open the top button of Negan’s shirt that was revealed beneath his jacket. Stroking her fingers over the chest hair that was there had Negan’s Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat. “They should handle it.”

“She’s going to be gone too,” Negan responded, his hands settling in over Maggie’s hips when her lips faintly brushed over his. “Unfortunately, you’re dating a work-a-holic.”

“I’ll live,” Maggie muttered hearing the children calling out to him from the kitchen.

Bouncing his eyebrows, Negan flashed her a charming smile before stepping back to head for the kitchen. Taking off his jacket, Negan set it on one of the chairs at the dining room table and noticed that Erin was sitting at the island on one of the taller stools that were there eating one of her cookies.

“These look good,” Negan muttered reaching for one of the cookies that looked meticulous and perfectly decorated. Wrinkling his nose, Negan knew that his daughter liked baking, but she wasn’t this clean. “These look too nice.”

“Maggie did most of the work and we gave her company,” Beau brought two glasses of milk over. One for Erin and one for Negan when Negan took the first bite of the cookie. “And we just talked while she did it.”

“Oh, that’s…nice,” Negan spoke hearing Maggie moving into the kitchen while he ate the cookie that he grabbed. It almost tasted store bought and while they were good, he was more of a fan of the homemade kind. Negan also considered himself a bit of a good cook and baker, so he knew maybe he was being a bit too judgmental but he knew his were better. Often, he’d let Erin decorate them too so while they may have been messy, they still tasted great. Beau joined them at the counter and brought a glass of milk for himself too before reaching for a sugar cookie himself. “Are you guys all packed for tomorrow?”

“You know I am daddy. You’re the one that packed my things,” Erin reminded Negan with another lighthearted giggle and it made Negan smile. “I don’t understand the whole Santa thing though. How is he going to know that we are at Maggie’s family’s house?”

“Well Santa is still going to come here and leave a lot of presents for both of you for when we get back,” Negan swallowed down what was left of the cookie he grabbed before reaching for another one. Maggie moved around the kitchen and Negan could see that she was preparing a glass of the hot chocolate that they were talking about earlier for him. “But he still is going to manage to bring some gifts to where you are on Christmas. Just the bigger things will be here for when we get back.”

“Oh,” Erin finished off her cookie and reached for the glass of milk that Beau got her, grabbing it firmly with both of her hands. Watching her chug down the milk made Negan snort and he shook his head when she slammed the glass back down on the counter. “That was good.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Negan snorted, leaning in to pepper kisses against the side of her face. “I love you and your brother so much you stinker.”

“Crap,” Beau heard the sound of the alarm he set going off. Hopping down from his seat, he went over to the oven and used an oven mitt to get the pizza he was warming up for his father out. Turning things off, he tossed the pizza onto a plate. Heading back over to the island, Beau placed the plate in front of Negan before heading back to his seat.

“Thanks kiddo. You’re the best,” Negan appreciated that his son still helped to take care of things around the house. At thirteen, Beau really had to step up to be the man of the house when he wasn’t there and he was proud of his son. Reaching for one of the pieces, Negan blew on it in attempts to cool it before taking a big bite. After the night he had, he didn’t care if this wasn’t fresh, it still tasted good. “This is great Maggie. Thank you.”

“It’s no worries,” Maggie looked back at Negan with a half-smile while Negan finished off the piece he was eating before reaching for another. Maggie’s smile tugged at her lips from where she was standing working on the hot chocolate. “I know it’s your favorite. I figured Beau and Erin would like it too.”

With a simple nod, Negan smirked and went back to eating the pizza. Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Negan reached for his phone to see that it was a text from Y/N. Making sure that no one was close, he opened the text.

Tonight was great Negan. Thank you.

An inexplicable smile pressed in over Negan’s features, his thumb swiping in over his phone. Thinking of something to write back, he gazed up once more to make sure that he was safe in responding to her.

We’ll have to do it again sometime soon, Boss. Working with you tonight was a real pleasure.

“Did something good happen at work today?” Beau spoke up and it made Negan’s jaw flex, his eyes lifting from his phone to stare out at his son who was sipping on his milk. Shit. Maybe he was smiling too much with his phone. “You look happier today than normal.”

“He’s probably just happy that he finally gets a break from everything there,” Maggie suggested from where she was standing behind Beau. Nodding his head, Negan snapped his fingers and pointed toward her. Shoving his phone back into his pocket, Negan made sure that it was safely away when he finished up his last piece of pizza.

“That’s exactly it,” Negan was curious if he seemed to be in a better mood than normal and it was that obvious that something happened that lifted his spirits at work. “I’m just happy I get to spend the next few weeks with my children and enjoy the holidays.”

“I’m just warning you now that my family is going to be excited having children around. It’s been a long time since we’ve actually had children at these things so they are going to be wanting to do everything with them,” Maggie finished up with the hot chocolate and moved around Negan to hand it out to him. Accepting the mug that she gave him, Negan brought it up and took a long sip of the hot liquid treat. “None of my siblings have had children yet and I think it disappoints my dad. He always wanted grandchildren, but none of us have had any. Not even my stepbrother. So they are going to be pampered while they are there.”

“Even though we’re not your kids?” Beau spoke up in a whisper and Maggie smirked, reaching out to mess at Beau’s dark hair like Negan had done previously. Beau wasn’t as comfortable with Maggie doing it as he was his father, but he let it slide. “I mean, we’re just your boyfriend’s children.”

“I’m telling you, they are going to be super excited to have you there. Especially my stepmom. She’s really good with children and having them around for Christmas will make her happy. She really loved doing this kind of stuff with us when I was little,” Maggie assured Beau with a wink and she sighed loudly. “Even if they weren’t ridiculous about Christmas with children, they would be good to you because you’re important to me.”

Hearing that made Negan feel guilty. This was still a pretty new relationship for him. He’d been dating Maggie for about six months and he never really expected it to get as serious as it did. Truthfully, when he met Maggie, he didn’t think much about things. Maggie chewed him out on the street that day, he offered to buy her dinner and the two of them ended up having sex in a bathroom together after a few drinks. It wasn’t something he even thought would be more than a one-night stand, but they kept running into one another, so he figured it was the world hinting to him that maybe there was something there. Maggie was the first person he slept with after his late wife Lucille passed so it felt like he had to feel a certain way toward her.

“This is good,” Negan commented after he took another sip of the hot chocolate. For a few, they were just all silent and Negan didn’t know exactly what to say. He was still tipsy, his mind on other things and he knew that his kids were uneasy about the idea of being with Maggie and her family. Christmas was hard for all of them without Lucille. Finishing up the hot chocolate, Negan rubbed his hands together and pointed down the long hallway toward their bedrooms. “It’s time for bed. Daddy has to get in a shower and you two need to sleep.”

“I’ll get a shower ready for you,” Maggie pointed back down the hallway causing Negan to smirk.

“You don’t have to do that,” Negan suggested, but she was already headed down the hallway and he sighed.

“This is gonna suck dad,” Beau spoke up when Maggie disappeared into his bedroom at the end of the hallway. “I know she tries. She really does, but she’s nothing like mom. She’s so uptight and on all the fucking time.”

“Hey,” Negan hushed Beau after he said that word making Erin giggle and bury her head against Negan’s shoulder.

“Like you don’t swear all the time,” Beau reminded his father and Erin’s big eyes looked up at her dad. Sighing loudly Negan knew that he was right. Picking Erin up from the seat, Negan held her in his arms while they stood in the kitchen together. “I think Maggie is nice dad, but she’s just so…”

“Not like mom,” Erin reiterated reaching for Beau when he moved around the island. Erin clung tightly to her brother while he held onto her. “Mom was fun. We could get messy, play and she wouldn’t care. Maggie is not really fun. She brings nice gifts and she’s nice, but not…mom nice.”

“No one is ever going to be your mom guys. Your mom was one in a million,” Negan responded with a shrug of his shoulders knowing that they were right. Lucille was an incredible woman and the kids loved her just as much as he did. She brought light to their lives and happiness. Without her, something was definitely missing with all of them. “Maggie is trying. You have to remember that she’s not used to children being around.”

“It’s obvious,” Beau blurt out with a roll of his eyes, spinning his sister around in his arms making her laugh. “Sometimes I think she knows that you are a good catch so she doesn’t want to let go of that.”

“A good catch?” Negan chuckled with a thick rumble of laughter and Beau threw one of his arms out to hold it about gesturing to the apartment they were in.

“Dad, you have a good job. Your apartment is amazing. I’ve been to my friend’s homes. I know how lucky we are,” Beau stepped toward the large windows in the kitchen that looked over the city. “You’re rich dad. You have your shit together…kinda…”

“I don’t think Maggie is a gold digger if that’s what you’re suggesting,” Negan knew to stand up for Maggie in that sense because he never got that feeling from her, ever. Maggie was more of a relaxed woman that never took advantage of the fact he had money.

“No, I don’t think she’s a bad person dad,” Beau declared, his voice hitching because of how it was getting deeper with his age. “I just…she doesn’t feel right in our family. As a friend, sure…”

“I hear you buddy,” Negan hooked his arm around his son’s shoulders leading him toward the hallway to get them to their rooms. “Let’s get through the holidays and then we will figure everything out. Okay?”

“I hope we make it through the holidays,” Beau huffed, helping Negan get Erin in for bed. They both hung around to read her a story until she was finally asleep. Following Beau to his bedroom, Negan stopped when he saw the drawings that were on Beau’s desk. Reaching out for one of them, he saw that it was a photo of Lucille that Beau had been drawing. “That’s not done.”

“Beau, this is…” Negan reached for a few of the other drawings that were there noticing how talented his son had grown over the years. A lot of them were focused on Lucille and it took his breath away. “These are beautiful.”

“It’s the one way I can keep her alive,” Beau stepped in beside Negan who was staring down at the drawings. “Sometimes I get scared that I will forget what she looks like. So I draw her the way that I remember her. Her smile…”

Gazing at his son, he saw the tears that were developing in Beau’s eyes and Negan felt his heart break looking at the emotions his son was experiencing, “If I didn’t have that message she left for me on the phone, I think I would have forgotten what her voice sounded like.”

“I miss her too,” Negan was honest with his son noticing that he was getting emotional himself over the small moment they were having here. “I miss her painting the walls a new color every few months. Her ridiculous projects that she was always coming up with…”

“A lot of them never made sense, but they were fun,” Beau remembered reaching up to wipe at his eyes with the back of his hand. “I don’t want you to think I don’t love you dad, but Erin was always your shadow and I was mom’s. I miss that. I miss it so much.”

“Come here,” Negan set down the drawings, wrapping his son up in his arms tightly. Squeezing him close, Negan could hear his son crying and he didn’t blame him. This time of the year was always the worst for them. Lucille was so good with Christmas. By now, their apartment would have been covered in decorations. Top to bottom. Lights would have filled the hallways, music would be playing and everything would have always smelled like Christmas. Now he had a tree in the corner of the living room, but it wasn’t quite the same. Holding Beau long enough for him to calm down, Negan leaned back and captured his son’s jaw between his thumb and his index finger. “You were the one thing she was always the proudest of. You know that?”

“Yeah?” Beau muttered, his voice rasp and full of sadness when they talked about Lucille.

“Yeah. Me too. You were a surprise, but shit kid, you’re the best surprise I’ve ever gotten,” Negan brushed his fingers through Beau’s hair and he shook his head. “You might look like me, but you are so much like your mother. And you are so fucking talented. I couldn’t be prouder. You’re good at everything. It’s unbelievable how much talent is in one young boy.”

“You’re just saying that,” Beau pulled away from Negan to head over to his bed to sit down on the edge of it.

“I’m not. I have the coolest fucking kid in the world. You draw, you play like what…four fucking instruments? And you’re good at all of them. You’re an actor. You’re a good cook. You know how to fix cars…” Negan listed off and Beau snickered, curling his fingers around the edge of the bed. “You love photography, you paint…”

“You taught me that stuff dad,” Beau pointed out and Negan threw his hands up in the air.

“Beau, I was never this fucking talented at your age,” Negan nodded toward the drawings that were on Beau’s desk. “You’re smart. You’re sweet and you’re a great big brother. I don’t think you realize how awesome you really are kid. Truthfully? You’ve probably had to grow up fast because of me. You take care of your sister,” Negan headed over to sit down beside Beau on his bed and he sighed. “And you’ve taken care of me. Which was something you should have never had to do.”

“We’re a family. That’s what you do when you love someone,” Beau claimed, drawing Negan to stare out at him and narrow his eyes out at his son. “You’re an amazing dad. You work hard, yet you always still manage to make time for us. You always have. That’s what mom loved the most about you. You showed up, all the time. When you fall, I pick you up. When I’ve fallen, you’ve always saved me dad. Mom and you taught me from a very young age that when you love someone, you work hard to show it. You never know when someone is going to be gone. We learned that with mom. So I will always show my love for you and Erin. You work hard for us, so I will work hard for you.”

“I don’t know what I would have done without you,” Negan muttered with a shuddering breath, hooking his arm around Beau again to pull him in close for another hug. That was something he meant. If Beau wasn’t there, he was sure he would have broken down and given up, but his son always kept him going. Even in the worst moments of his life. “I love you so much bud. You’re the best kid a dad could hope for. Just listening to you talk…seeing the way you are…I don’t know how I got so lucky. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too,” Beau repeated, giving Negan one more big hug before getting up to get ready to go to bed. Even though Beau was upset, he was putting on a strong façade. It was his way of dealing with things and Negan knew that. “You should go get some sleep. We have a big drive tomorrow.”

“Yes dad,” Negan teased his son, standing up from the bed nudging his son playfully before heading for the door. “I love you so much kiddo. Never forget that.”

Giving Beau a wink, Negan closed the door behind him and then unhurriedly moved to his bedroom. Entering his room, he let out a tight exhale when he saw that Maggie was getting ready for bed standing before him in her lingerie. Swiftly closing the door behind him, Negan started undoing the buttons in his shirt and he knew that she noticed he was sad.

“Everything okay? Did the kids get to bed?” she spoke up and Negan nodded. Getting his shirt apart, Negan pulled it from his body and tossed it toward the hamper hearing her sigh. “What happened?”

“We just started talking about Lucille. Beau and I,” Negan didn’t lie. There was no point. Working to get his pants off after he kicked out of his shoes, Negan stood before Maggie in his boxer briefs and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s hard around this time of the year.”

“I understand,” she stepped forward, her hands reaching out to caress in over the side of Negan’s face. Lowering down, Negan hooked his fingers into his socks to pull them off and sighed. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

“I just need to take a shower,” Negan informed her pointing in the direction of the shower. Going to move for the bathroom, Negan stopped when he felt her fingers hooking around his wrist. “Maggie, I just…it’s hard around this time of the year without her. Things are really different. The kids miss her, I miss her…”

“I know,” she hushed him, pulling herself in closer to him with her fingers stroking over the center of his chest to tease through the dark curls of hair. “I just wish I knew what I could do to help you. A way to make you feel better.”

“Just time,” Negan responded knowing that he would never get over the death of Lucille. She was the love of his life and nothing would change that. He would always love his wife and he wasn’t sure that Maggie would understand that. Truthfully? Negan wondered if he was the first big relationship that she ever had. “Thanks Maggie.”

“Sure,” she eyed him over when he headed for the bathroom.

Turning on the shower, Negan noticed that she put out a towel for him along with a set of clothes for him to put on once he was done with the shower. The kids weren’t wrong, she was kind of controlling in a way. Negan kicked out of his boxer briefs and then stepped under the warm spray of the water. Today was a big day mentally for him. Between what happened with Y/N at work and his conversation with Beau, Negan was in a whirlwind of emotions. Pressing his hands against the wall of the shower, Negan remembered what it was like tonight with Y/N. It was something that was lingering in his mind and he wished he could have talked to her right now.

With Maggie in his bed, Negan spent more time in the shower than he should have. Scrubbing good enough in hopes that she wouldn’t realize something happened tonight. Turning the shower off once he was done, Negan grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his body. Wiping the steam off the mirror, he braced his hands on top of the counter and he stared out at himself. The right thing would have been to tell Maggie. Instead of dragging her on. Then again, she did mention the kids being pampered at her family’s home. They deserved that kind of thing during Christmas after everything they had been through with Lucille.

Pushing aside his feelings, Negan got dressed, brushed his teeth and then headed out into the bedroom to see that Maggie was sitting up watching something on the television. Crawling into the bed beside her, Negan turned off the light that was beside his head and laid down trying to get comfortable.

“What do you think about marriage?” Maggie muttered after Negan had cuddled his head in against the pillow and closed his eyes to try to sleep. Gradually, his eyes fluttered to an open and he looked up at her. “That way you can try to start over?”

“We’ve talked about this before,” Negan reminded her knowing that it was something Maggie had brought up a lot in the past. He knew that she wanted him to ask her to marry him, but there were a lot of factors that had kept him from doing that. Negan knew this was a relationship where he got into it because he felt lonely. And that’s not how relationships were supposed to be. In his mind at least. Sure, he was comfortable enough, but he didn’t feel that connection that he knew that he felt when he was with Lucille.

“I know we’ve talked about it before, but with Christmas around the corner, it was just on my mind. All of these romance films playing on almost every channel,” she waved her hand about pointing toward the television where she had one of the typical Christmas films on. “It gets you thinking about things. Where you want your life to go.”

“I prefer Die Hard,” Negan scoffed, lifting his head enough to look over at the television knowing that he was never a fan of those kind of movies after Lucille passed away. She liked them a lot and it was kind of her thing that the kids and him would tease her about. “Or Home Alone. Those are good.”

“Negan,” Maggie frowned that he was avoiding the discussion and he shrugged his shoulders. “You know when I first met you, you drove me crazy.”

“Yeah, you hated me. And then you fucked me,” Negan reminded her hearing the snicker that she released and it made Negan laugh. “I mean it’s the truth. You wanted to kill me and then we were screwing in the dark bathroom stall of a bar. You were wild, even for me. And that says something because I had a time where I was a bit too much myself.”

“We know how things started with us,” she noticed that Negan was lifting up on his elbows to stare out at her, his eyebrows arched. “I just thought by now I would be married and found the love of my life. Here I am now with you and it’s close to Christmas…”

“I know Christmas makes people feel a certain way,” Negan stated letting out a tense breath when Maggie adjusted in the bed beside him. Huffing out, Negan felt her crawling in over him and her hands braced in over the center of his chest. “Mags.”

“I like your children. I like you…” she palmed down in over the center of his chest down toward his abdomen to grasp at his body through his pajama pants. “You have one of the nicest cocks I’ve ever seen.”

“Is my cock important to you?” Negan’s slurred not sure how to respond while she palmed up and over his body. In other circumstances this may have turned him on, but it really wasn’t.

“I’m just saying you have a nice one,” she pointed out and they both looked down having him shift underneath her uncomfortably. “A lot of people don’t have a big dick and know what to do with it. You do. You make me feel good. I like being around you…”

“So that’s what you’re looking for? Someone with a nice cock that can make you feel good for the rest of your life?” Negan arched his eyebrow, trying to understand what she was saying and he could tell that he had her flustered. “I’m just trying to understand here Maggie. What is it about me that makes you want to marry me?”

“Of course it’s not your cock that makes me want to marry you. I want what every woman wants. To find a man that she is head over heels in love with that makes her happy. I want to have a life with someone that I enjoy sharing my life with. Someone that is my best friend where our chemistry is off the charts. Where every moment we look forward to being with one another and when we are apart, it’s miserable,” she lowered down to pepper kisses over Negan’s bottom lip. It was hard to react to that because Negan didn’t feel that with Maggie. He never did. He just liked not being alone. Loneliness made the pain of everything else feel so much worse.

“And that’s what you feel when you are with me?” Negan didn’t even really know how Maggie felt because she would tell him that she loved him. She was over all the time, but they never really connected with one another that well.

“Of course,” she kissed him further, reaching for the drawer that was beside the bed. Pushing a few things around, she returned with a condom and Negan licked his lips. “Let’s get one of these in before we go. I doubt we’re going to be able to get something in when we are there so…”

“Listen,” Negan slid further up, stopping her when she went to undo his pajama pants. Giving her an empathetic look, Negan looked down toward his lap and shook his head. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get it hard Maggie. I drank a lot tonight and with the kids still bouncing around…us having sex probably isn’t a good idea.”

“I’m sure after some work I can get the big guy going,” she went to move again, but Negan snatched the condom from her fingers to drop it back into the drawer. Closing it, Negan reached up to stroke his fingers over the side of her face. “Is everything okay?”

“I feel kind of vulnerable right now,” Negan pulled her further in over his lap allowing her to cup his face in her hands. “Can we just kiss tonight? It’s just with everything so focused on Lucille tonight, I’m just sad and I could really use some cuddling and kissing.”

“Aw, baby,” she frowned stroking her fingers in over the side of Negan’s face. With a weak smile, Negan didn’t know why he didn’t click with Maggie. She was feisty and he liked them that way. She could kick his ass easily and she would if she wanted to. She was stunning. Beautiful. Full of energy, but there was just something that was missing. Bringing their lips together, Maggie stroked her fingers over the back of his neck attempting to get intimate with him. A soft, faint knocking sound was heard and it was followed by the bedroom door opening which had Maggie pulling herself from over Negan.

“Hey honey,” Negan sat up in the bed seeing that Erin was standing at the door holding her blanket and her stuffed animal in her arms. “Are you okay?”

“Daddy? Can I sleep with you tonight?” Erin begged of her father and without even thinking about it, Negan pat the bed beside him making room for her. Sure, he could have asked Maggie, but this was his daughter. And honestly? He was thankful for her wanting to be in here with him. It stopped Maggie from getting handsy with him. Closing the door after she entered the room, Erin hopped up on the bed and Negan adjusted the blankets for her to get comfortable in beside him. “I just don’t want to be alone right now.”

“There is nothing wrong with that baby,” Negan pressed a loving kiss over his daughter’s cheek, getting comfortable as she cuddled herself in his arms. Gazing back over his shoulder, he shot Maggie an empathetic look and she seemed to understand. Turning off the lights, Maggie got comfortable in bed with them and her arm hooked around Negan from behind. Having the warmth of her breath at the base of his neck felt nice and being held was something he enjoyed, but he wondered if it was really Maggie that he wanted it to be with.

Like this? It was pretty easy to fall asleep. And he was exhausted. So he didn’t wake up until it was morning and it was Maggie that started moving. Even Erin was moving about before he finally got up. There was the headache that he was expecting from over drinking last night. Usually, he didn’t drink that much and that was why. He hated having hangovers. At this point, he just had to get dressed and finish packing a few things.

Frowning, Negan looked back over his shoulder at his dresser. Moving toward the top drawer, he pushed a few things around and grabbed the black box that he had shoved in there a week or two ago. Opening it, he gazed over the engagement ring that he had bought for Maggie after she had brought it up several times. Knowing that he hated being lonely and he liked the company, Negan had bought this in hopes to appease Maggie. There was the notion that he would propose to Maggie at her family’s home on Christmas. Swiping his thumb in over the ring, he sighed and closed the box backup. At this point, he didn’t even know if he should bother bringing this with him. With how he was feeling in the last day, he was actually questioning his judgement.

“Fuck,” Negan heard someone moving throughout the hallways and he headed over toward the bag to push the box into his bag to keep it hidden. Beau knocked at the doorframe and Negan threw the bag in over his shoulder.

“I got some coffee started for you,” Beau informed his father with a weak smile. Beau didn’t want to do this and Negan knew that, but he wasn’t complaining. Which was something that he appreciated from his son.

“You’re a life saver,” Negan pressed a kiss against Beau’s temple before moving to the kitchen with everyone. All of the bags were ready, Negan just needed to drink his coffee and then he would take everyone’s things to the car.

Beau helped him get things situated before they all got into his SUV and started their journey. Negan picked something up for them to eat and then they were headed to Maggie’s family’s home. The sad thing is? When they used to do this with Lucille, the car was never quiet. They always had some kind of fun or talking going on. Right now? It was silent. Maggie was holding onto his hand, Erin was taking a nap and Beau was reading a book. Boring would be an understatement.

Every so often Negan would try to start a discussion, but it was hard to get really any of them interested. Lucille was always the one that was good at this stuff. He was good at being silly and getting the laughs, but she was good at keeping everyone excited and happy. No matter how lame their vacation was about to be.

The drive was longer than any of them would have liked. By the time they started getting out in the middle of nowhere, Negan could see that Beau was staring out at the window and he was panicked. The only life that Beau and Erin ever knew was the life of the city. So this? This was completely different for them.

Maggie directed Negan to her home and when Negan got there, he drove up the long winding driveway to the large home that sat up on the hill. It was nothing but land, trees and their farm and that alone made his family uncomfortable. Negan could just tell by their breathing that neither one of his children knew how to react.

Getting out of the car, Negan noticed that people were coming to the door after they heard the car. Maggie got out of the car and ran up the driveway to meet a younger blonde girl to give her a big hug to spin her around. Beau got out of the car with Negan and met him at the door where he was going to grab Erin.

“What the hell did you get us into dad?” Beau wondered, grabbing a hold of Negan’s arm to get him to look back at the home before Negan went for Erin. “There is enough time for us to turn around and take off. What do you think?”

“We can’t do that Beau,” Negan frowned, rubbing at the back of his neck in a moment of tension. “I do agree with you though, I’m not a fan of how all of this feels.”

“Shit,” Beau muttered under his breath, his eyebrows furrowing when he helped his father get Erin out of the car along with their things. By the time their things were unpacked, Maggie was bringing her family down to meet them.

“Negan, Beau, Erin…this is my little sister Beth, this right here is my stepbrother Shawn, this is my stepmother Annette,” Maggie was introducing them and each person would shake the hand of every single one of them until she got to her father. “And this is my daddy, Hershel.”

Now that’s where things got weird. Hershel shook the hand of both of the kids, but when he got to Negan, he stared down at Negan’s hand like it was disgusting. Maggie looked tense when she reached out to place her hand in over her father’s shoulder, “Daddy.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Negan let out a tense sound when Hershel finally accepted his hand, but the pressure that Maggie’s father was putting on his hand was extraordinarily hard. It surprised Negan because even by the look in Hershel’s eyes he seemed furious with Negan. A man he had never met or even talked to. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“So you’re the guy that’s keeping my daughter all the way out there in the city?” Hershel confirmed with Negan making Negan let out a hesitant exhale and looked to Maggie. At this point, Negan was trying to let go of Hershel’s hand but he was still holding onto his hand.

“I thought Maggie was in the city long before she ever met me,” Negan recalled and he pulled his hand back enough for him to stumble after Maggie nudged her father to release Negan.

“I was,” Maggie offered up and Beau shot his father a look like he was shocked with what just went down. “Do you guys want to see around the farm? We have horses, those are pretty cool. What do you say Erin?”

“Sure,” Erin shrugged her shoulders, not sure what to exactly agree to now that they were on the farm.

“Hershel,” Annette nudged Hershel’s arm nodding toward a car that was starting to pull up the long driveway and it parked beside Negan’s SUV. “She’s here.”

“And?” Hershel rumbled surprising Negan, his head tipping to the side when both Hershel and Maggie stayed back when the rest of the family ran out to the car that had just arrived. At this point, Negan was seriously considering what Beau suggested. At first, Negan thought this was going to be easy, but he noticed there was an immediate hate that Maggie’s father seemed to have for him.

“I’ll be back,” Maggie caressed over Hershel’s arm before nodding toward the car that showed up. “You will have to excuse me, there is another one of the members of the family.”

Clinging tightly to his bag, Negan didn’t know how to respond to everything happening. Negan was thankful that the spotlight was taken off of him, but maybe he shouldn’t have done this. Maggie was the one that convinced him that this was a good idea. And now with his children standing behind him uncomfortable, he felt like maybe this was a stupid idea to begin with.  

“It’s so good to see you,” Maggie had stepped forward drawing Negan to look over his shoulder. A grunt fell from his throat, his chest tightening when the woman that she was hugging turned on her heel after hugging Maggie.

Immediately a yelp fell from her throat when Negan’s eyes connected with hers, “Negan?”

“Y/N?” Negan muttered, his head tipping back when he realized this was the world’s way of fucking him over to the extreme right now.

“You two know one another?” Maggie pointed between the two of them noticing the discomfort in both of their bodies when they saw one another. There was a silence and everyone was looking between the two of them. “Negan?”

“Yeah, she’s my boss,” Negan threw his hand up in the air pointing out at Y/N feeling his heart hammering inside of his chest. Dropping his head down, he felt a warmth flooding into his cheeks realizing exactly where this was going. “Shit.”

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❞ angry ellie?? HELL YEAH p.s. lmk if i should work on anything to improve! also so sorry about tagging my fics incorrectly! i'm new to tumblr - em ❞

SUMMARY :: ellie has a bad day and takes it out on you

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As soon as you saw her angry expression you knew that you were in for a good time. There was a certain point within your girl's anger where all she needed was a distraction. And you were her favorite distraction.

“Stop fucking squirming, I know you like this you little slut” Her teeth were skating across your clit, hands gripping so tightly on your waist there was no way it wouldn’t leave a mark. It hurt but you liked it. You fucking loved it when she got like this. 

She knew your body so well, always able to put you at her mercy with a few words or light touches. She was always so good to you when you needed her…You were glad to do the same for her. She deserved a break from the hard life she led.

So you let ellie lay you down as soon as she got home after she told you something along the lines of  “Stop fucking talking.” Before she kissed you like she wanted to take all the air that was in your lungs. If she did after all, you would let her.

You knew she’d make it up to you later. Probably put herself on her knees to worship you like you deserved.

But for now, she needed this to be the opposite of that. ellie wasn’t focused on making you feel good like she normally did, she was trying to relieve herself from the pressure of the intense day she had.

"Didn't I just tell you to stop moving, you stupid little slut." She huffed out.

She smirked into your skin, detaching her mouth from your core for the third time. The distressed cry you let out was so pretty it almost made her feel bad. Almost. Ellie didn’t give in so easily.

Ellie smirked as she let her eyes trail across your body that was coated in dark purple marks that she’d kiss later when she apologized for being so rough with you. You’d dismiss her, how you loved being her little work of art. 

“Please, just wanna come.” Your words are barely tangible.

She gripped your jaw and you mewl from shock. Even when she’s fucking pissed and can only think about how small she wants to make you feel, she’d never actually hurt you. Ellie doesn't dream of that. “You’ll come if and only if i decide you will. you take what I give you.”

Your back arches when she lets two fingers slip past your entrance. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” her voice was so lustful it almost made your mouth water. “You like it when i treat you like a little slut, don’t you?”

You do, you really fucking do. you nod, biting your lip as you fight the urge to buck your hips into her fingers, desperate to feel her deeper. fuck her and her perfect fucking fingers.

“Say it.”

“I love it.” Your eyes bubble with tears cause she’s been edging you for an hour…bringing you to the edge only to pull away before you coming.

“Hmm.” she kisses your nose, the sweet gesture making your head spin in contrast to how mean she was being seconds ago. “So pretty when you cry.”

It was embarrassing how much her humiliation turns you on. Her words, her mocking tone, the fact that you were naked while she was completely clothed. She looked up at you so casually, like what she was doing wasn’t so goddamn filthy.

You clench when her fingers curl, you’re so fucking close. You’d probably be embarrassed if you weren’t so fucking pent up. 

Then she pulls her fingers out of you. You keep your legs closed.

“Open your legs.” It’s gruff and demanding, you know better than to tease her but knowing why she’s doing this makes it impossible not too.

“You have to ask me nicely first, ells.” You keep your knees buckled together, smiling up at her like you knew all her secrets or something.

“Open your fucking legs.” Her hands reach up to your knees and yank them apart. You gasp when the cold air hits your pussy, wondering why you flirt with dominance when you know you’ll give into submission every single time.

“‘M sorry, just can’t take anymore.” You pout up at her.

“And who exactly the fuck do you think you are?” She scoffs and you almost flinch at how harsh her tone is. “You don’t like what I give you?”

“WAIT ‘m sorry. I love it, ‘m sorry.” You rush, apologies flowing from your lips like it was the only language you could speak. She hums like she’s in thought but you can look in her eyes and tell her mind is made up.

Her mouth levels with your core again, “So be a good little dirty slut and lie there and take it.”

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ꗃ%em’s library⤷✰

[theosmommy1966]

Idrk where this came from.. it was just a thought and then three hours later.. here it is i guess. Snape in my head in this is Adam Driver. So yeah. Hope you like it!

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Your ears were ringing, not for the first time you were thankful to always have your own locker room. Being the only woman on a college hockey team came with a list of problems, so you were happy to have one less. The guys would just come pound on the door and be obnoxious as shit to let you know they were ready. Normally you would roll your eyes and laugh while joining them, today Pansy was pushing past Daph and Hermione to get to the door. 

Theodore being the tallest without skates on could easily see you quickly trying to braid your hair, only to start crying again as Hermione took over quickly. War was raging in him as he elbowed Mattheo who then felt the same way. They both wanted into the locker room. Both angry at whoever or whatever it is that has made you cry, but both also want to wipe your tears and comfort you. 

Pansy pulled the door shut and sighed, “Just.. I dont know.. I cant really tell you. But just take it easy on her, if shes struggling dont be dicks about it.. I dont know. This is kinda fucked.” Just as Draco went to ask what was wrong, the door flew open and you walked out gear ready besides your helmet needing clipped and you were chewing on your mouthpiece in anger. Your cheeks and eyes were red but you no longer looked sad. In the two minutes between the door opening and closing you had switched into anger. 

Anger the guys could work with. If you were mad, they could channel mad. Coach Sev could tell when your skates first hit the ice that it would be a rough game. It always amazed him how the mood of one player could set the mood for an entire team. True hockey fans could tell by the way someone skated where their mental state was. The way the team's blades sliced through the ice gave their fans goosebumps. Warm ups started as the other team hit the ice as well. Mattheo watched as your eyes followed their players, in one way he wasn't surprised. Your boyfriend was on the other team, went to a different college. What did surprise him was the way you watched for him. With a cold calculation in your eyes as you spun your stick in your hands, still chewing on your mouth guard. He needed to make sure you actually kept it in your mouth during the game. 

He was shocked, because this guy had been a rough patch in your friendship. Mattheo and Theodore hated the guy, the way he put you down but in a subtle way that you never seemed to catch. Saying how you were a good hockey player.. For a girl.. Theo was quieter in his annoyance, where Matt was not. Quiet was not a verb used to describe him.. Ever. It had caused dirty looks and small arguments, but he would never let anything come in between you. Even if it meant biting his cheek until it bled, or simply not being around when you were with him. 

As Captain he stood back watching everyone warm up, doing his own rounds while everyone stretches. Theo, his boyfriend and co captain glided up next to him looking towards you as well. They both silently watched as you and your boyfriend, Jacob, skated up to each other. They couldn't hear what was said but they could see his face. A smug smile, the kind you would give your girl right before you tell her how your teams gonna beat hers. It stayed for a few seconds, then it faltered, then it fell. “God I wish I knew what she said.” Mattheo said watching you skate backwards into line for warm ups. 

Your anger hadnt lessened at all when your eyes found Jake. Pansy had crashed in just as you were finishing up your laces, anger clear on her face before it fell into sadness. Without saying anything she shoved her phone into your hand. Your ears started ringing after the second video. The first one was Jake making out with some girl, the second was him telling his teammates how you were as shitty in bed as you were on the ice. That he was ready to be done because he wasn't getting any game changing secrets out of you anyways. 

There were a few more after that.. And pictures.. So many fucking pictures. Your heart broke so fast and so hard. The guys had been worried about this, how many times had Draco told you how stupid you were. Theo and Mattheo telling you that they just don't see why he would all of a sudden be interested in you just because of hockey. They swore you had a million better reasons to be interesting and he wasn't interested in any of them. Matt had told you that he talked shit about you, that he was constantly degrading. Blaise tried to be supportive, he wasn't rude to your face. But you knew he agreed. Enzo was the only one of your little group that told you he just wanted you to be happy. 

Just as quickly though you got mad. Mad didnt even cover it really, your skin was crawling. You thought people saying their blood was boiling was just an expression, but you could feel it. You wanted to claw at yourself to release some of this pressure. You were sweating and you knew if Hermione redid your braid one more time that you would snap at her and that wasn't fair. The chilly air hit your lungs and you drew in every bit you could. This was your happy place, where you had thrived since childhood. Sure your mom wishes you would have done figure skating, but your dad was thrilled. He never missed an opportunity to tell people about his daughter who plays hockey. 

For Jacob to insult your skills on the ice in any way was a joke. There was never a year from mites all the way to now in college where his stats were better than yours. He was just jealous, and now he would see the real hockey player in you. When his eyes connected with yours from his tunnel he smiled at you in a way that twenty minutes ago probably would have made you melt. Now all you see is condescension. It took everything for you to not just blurt it out. You let him flirt for a minute, tell you how he would make you feel better when you lost.

 Gag. 

You could feel the guys eyes on you, you knew it was time to get back. So you leaned in with a smile on your face like you were going in for a quick kiss. Just before his lips could touch yours you pulled back just a little. “Something crazy to think about.. Babe… By the end of this game.. the whole team will know you cheated on me… not only my team.. which is bad enough.” You chuckled as you pulled back enough to see his pale cheeks. “But imagine, Harry.. Ron.. Fred.. George.. Oliver.. They all love me too..” Somehow it was like Neville the sound man just knew what to play, because as soon as you pushed off to skate back to your team ‘...Ready for it. By Taylor Swift’ came on and you smiled meanly. “Good Luck.” 

You ignored your two best friends as you lined up, you ignored them again when you were waiting your turn and sent a hard puck right into the back of your soon to be exs knee. Snape hollered your name from the bench and gave you that look you hated. The guy wasnt even 10 years older than you, but he carried the authority and knowledge of an old man so whatever. Then it was time to line up, one of the guys had been hurt so you ended up in a defensemen position instead of forward where you normally were. Being one of the faster skaters and having great stick handling skills showed that was your niche. But you were tall for a girl. Standing at 5`11 without skates with a broad build that was strong but still soft in areas like the thighs so you were an ok fill in. 

Mattheo was the other first string defensemen, Draco was center, Theo and Enzo on either wing. Jacob was a first string forward, it couldn't have worked out better. You'd have to get Goyle some candy when he felt better. You were surprised at how well you were playing and keeping track of where your real target was. Mattheo kept trying to set up to be the one who would have to go after him, but you kept getting in his way. 

Everyone besides the girls gasped in surprise and shock when Jacob started to skate down the ice with the puck only to be roughly checked into the glass by you. Regulus, your kinda uncle, who was a few years older than you, was one of the refs. He came over to escort you to the penalty box when you whispered a quick low down on what he had done. Reggie nodded then winked when he closed the door to the penalty box. Just a moment later, Reggies friend Barty, the other ref knocked on the glass and winked. 

They both knew you were getting ejected from the game. That you were coming out of the box swinging. You had started to calm down just a tad bit. The cold air and the physical exertion are starting to help. That is until you hear a high pitched voice scream Jacob's name. When you turn your eyes lock with one of the girls from the videos. The girl from last night at his house party. The one you didn't go to for obvious reasons. When she did her little finger wave and smirked everything went fuzzy.

 The outsides of your vision was blurry as your eyes watched the clock and the ice. You just prayed Jacob was out when your time was up. Your ears were ringing as Jacob was called off the bench, 3 seconds left. The attendant, an older gentleman who worked with the athletics department chuckled as he prepped to open the door. He had seen this many times, sure never from this perspective, but he had daughters and he knew how they would react.

“Go get him a tiger.” 

You didn't even know where the puck was when your blade cut through the first slice of ice. You knew Mattheo was on the bench and Theodore was on the other side of the ice. Maybe ten strong strides across the arena. 6 before you dropped your stick. 3 before your gloves are off. 1 before your fist connected with his jaw. As you grabbed his jersey and used what every bit of strength you had to slam him back into the glass. In his shock he didn't realize that he was falling and you were swinging again.  

In another moment of perfect coincidence, you're right in front of your family's seats. Theodore Sr, Lucius, and your father are all standing up and cheering while banging their fists on the glass. Your mother has her mouth covered with her hands while Bellatrix and Cissy stand on their seats leaning to hold onto shoulders and watch. You hear someone come up behind you, you know its not a ref but they never even get the chance to grab at you. Theos flies past you and slams someone from the other team into the ice. 

Now you can hear Snape screaming curse words at you all as the bench clears. Reggie and Barty are both standing off to the side, eyes wide in pretend shock as they pretend to decide who's going where. Your mind momentarily slips away from beating Jacobs face in, but it snaps back into perfect clarity when his glove connects with the bottom of your jaw. You lose your grip in shock, which in some way is stupid. When you fall backwards and your helmet connects with the ice, the stadium falls silent. This had been the moment the entire college hockey league had been waiting for. How would it be handled, because while you were a woman, you had joined the team, and started the fight. 

In the silence, from the other team's bench, you hear Coach Black's voice. “KICK HIS ASS L/N!” More gasps followed as Neville changed the big screens to a video of Jacob saying you were a shitty player. Jacob tried to scramble up as half of his own teams heads snapped to him. Needless he knew now that he wasnt leaving the ice without getting his ass beat at least once more. Looking up towards the reporters box you could see Ginny and Neville leaning out and cheering for you. 

Alot of people were going to be getting in trouble after this game, but it didnt seem like anyone cared. It was a perfect moment of unity and unsportsmanlike conduct as people took their turns with Jacob before Regulus and Barty decided they would lose their jobs if they let it go any longer. While both teams skated off the guys all cheered for you and gave you pats on your back. Theo and Matt walked you to your locker room, you could tell they both wanted to say something. 

Matt looked like he was constipated, the look he only got when he was trying to figure out how to talk about his feelings. He wanted to tell you to stop looking for someone who would love you more than him and Theo did. That there would never be two people who cared more, or knew you better than they did. That they knew it was unconventional and that people would talk, but they wanted to be with you. They couldn't go without you anymore. 

Just as you whisper his name his brain short circuits and when it starts working again his lips are already on yours. His hands holding your cheeks as he memorizes how your lips feel just in case he never gets to do this again. When he pulls back he almost doesn't want to open his eyes, scared of what he will see. But all he sees is awe and confusion as you look from him to your other best friend.. His boyfriend.. Who you now think he just cheated on, right in front of.. 

Shit.

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[pablitogavii]

holaaaaa!! i was wondering if you could do gavi x reader and they are enemies but one night that changes cause the reader is dressed in a short black dress and gavi was horny when he saw her because he developed feelings for her, same for the reader, and they do it.(smut) also i love your writing so much and i enjoy it. everytime i feel down im always coming to your page!!! mucho amor!!!

Enemies don't kiss one another

Pablo's POV

The night was getting kind of boring until she walked through those doors..her hair in a tall ponytail and that tight black dress highlighting every curve so perfectly in made me week...only when I finally looked at her face was I shocked that it was indeed her..my worst enemy!

Y/n has been in my life , well ruining my life, since we were little kids since her brother was best friend with my sister Aurora and our families know each other well.

Because we were younger, although I was still three years older, we were always stuck together and we definitely did not see eye to eye for years.

"Que bombon!" Ansu, Balde and Pedri all noticed her and suddenly I wanted to smack their faces for looking at her..the fuck was going on with me!?

"Bombon? Estan locos! " I said instead pulling them towards the bar to get a drink mostly because it was as far away from where she stood as possible. For some reason it agitated me that she was getting so much attention.

After another hour of her becoming even more the center of attention by dancing carelessly while every single male looked at her body, did I decide to walk up to her. She was driving me crazy with this!

She was resting against the wall sipping on her drink as I moved quickly trapping her there with my arms on either side of her body.

"What are you doing here!?" I said and she caught her breath rolling her eyes at me and saying it was none of my business. Again with that cocky attitude!

"Who brought you?" I added and she pushed me off saying she came all alone which only angered me more.

She shouldn't go alone to parties like these! There are dangerous people, some girl got her drink spiked and god knows what happened to her afterwards. What was she thinking!? Not to mention she was only 16!!

"Vamos, I'm taking you home" I said grabbing her wrist but she pulled away shaking her head while my angered only boiled more. Fuck I couldn't help but look at that dress when I was this closer and she smelled so sweet..like some flower mixed with honey.

"I'm staying until I want to leave!" she said and my jaw clenched once again remembering why I hated this girl so much. She was the most stubborn person on plated Earth, I swear to God!

"I won't repeat it!" I said moving closer until her back was glued to the wall and she looked up to me..I caught her eyes moving from my lips to my eyes..what the fuck was this feeling!?

"You're in no position to give me orders Pablo! Fuck off!" she pushed me off once more this time walking away swaying her hips and I found myself biting my lip while looking at her perky ass. Fuck I was so hard right now!

Your POV

Who the hell did he think he was giving me orders like that!? Pablo Gavira was always an entitled asshole who thought just because he is a football star, he always is the one in control. It was infuriating!

"Can I buy you a drink nena??" I recognized this voice and when I turned around seeing Pedri's smirking face I knew this would infuriate Pablo even more. I kinda enjoyed making the boy angry whenever I can get a chance.

"Um..sure..I'd like a rum cola" I say as bartender left to make it and Pedri sat on the bar stool besides me. Not even another second passed and there was Pablo ruining everything. Asshole!

"Estas loco tío!? You know she is only 16, right!?" he said and Pedri's eyes opened wide as he shook his head apologizing and walking away while I stood up facing Pablo angrily.

"Stop scaring away everyone who walks up to me!" I said angrily and he chuckles reaching for the rum cola behind me and drinking it himself. He was amused with all of this and that made me want to punch his stupid..yet very much handsome face.

He knew he was good looking and he always used it to his advantage having millions of girls all over the globe fangirling over him..thank being one of many things that made me hate him! I hated that he got so much attention from girls all the freaking time!

"Look what are you wearing! It's like you're asking for trouble!" he said and I rolled my eyes once again at him knowing how much he hates it before walking away only to feel someone slap my ass.

I turned quickly seeing that it was some older guy who was laughing with his guy friends until Pablo pushed him back hitting his face and making him land on the ground with glass being broken all around him from the table he hit.

His friends started moving towards Pablo who wasn't backing away being joined by his teammates while I just stood there a little in awe but also hating any violence I had to experience since my last relationship.

"Disgusting hijo de puta! She can be your daughter!" Pablo said as the fight broke and I was pushed to the side resting agains the wall screaming for them to stop. When security broke them apart, Pablo walked up to me with a bruised lip and clenched jaw.

"You happy now!?" he said and that made me loose any empathy for him protecting me when he was now blaming me once again.

"Why do you guys solve everything with violence!? Ugh you're such an asshole!" I said going outside to get some fresh air and also to stop myself from punching his stupid face.

Pablo's POV

This is what I freaking get for protecting her!? I am always an asshole in her eyes no matter what I do! Ugh that girl!

I followed behind her stepping outside in the cold air seeing her shivering there while standing at the parking lot. I sighed taking off my leather jacket and putting it on her shoulders.

"I'm sorry about the fight..I know your ex used to be violent" I said hoping that would at least make her hear what I have to say and it kind of did since she turned around to face me.

"And how do you know that?" she said and I admitted to overhearing her talk with Aurora one night after the breakup.

"So you eavesdrop on our conversations capullo!?" she attached me per usual but I had enough of it pushing her against the nearby car and trapping her there while grabbing her neck and making her look up at me suddenly all that confidence she always had vanished into thin air.

"Can you just for once in your life not pick a fight with me!?" I said holding her tightly and she just shook her head making me smirk and looking down at her cleavage shamelessly..she wore it and damn right will I look at it now!

"What am I going to do with you..huh?" I said moving my eyes from her cleavage to her lips and then to her eyes that were sparkling under moonlight. Never before was I this close to her and never did I take the time to observe her beauty..she was so beautiful right now.

"Kiss me.." she whispered when I moved even closer out noses touching and her eyes closing making me smirk and take my chance to tease her a little by moving to whisper the answer into her hear.

"But enemies don't kiss one another.." I said moving back and meeting her eyes before my hand moved from her neck to the side of her face and my lips grazed her cheek.

"Maybe we are not enemies..huh preciosa? Maybe the reason we can't stand each other is because we crave each other so badly..seeing you tonight..and in that dress...made my shorts tight..made me want to push you against that wall and fuck you into obedience..make you all mine finally!" I spoke as lust too over me making her sit on the hood of the car and getting in between her legs. I was kissing her neck to her jaw stopping when our lips barely touched to look into her desperate eyes. Fuck I love this girl!

When our lips finally met, I realized just how weak I was for this girl..these intense feelings I've been having for years I though was hate but now it all spilled and I realized it was passion..love. She was meant to be mine.

"Take me home, Pablo.." she whispered when we pulled away to catch some air and I smirked holding her hips and smiling at her swollen lips. She never looked more perfect that when I smeared her lipstick like.

"So now you want to go home preciosa.." I said and she slapped my shoulder making us both giggle before kissing again as I picked her up in my arms her thighs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to my car.

Your POV

If anybody ever told me that Pablo Gavi will be my first I would have laughed at their face but now that he was in between my thighs nothing felt more right in that moment.

It was true that I hated him but not because I didn't respect him for the work he's been doing or because I thought he wasn't a good man..it was the opposite..I hated him because everybody loved him but I wanted to be the only one..the only to love him and the only one he loves.

"P..Pablo.." I said and he stopped kissing my neck looking into my eyes and tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. He was so gentle with me that I could almost forget he was the same guy who would bump into me on purpose.

"Que pasa anjo? You want to stop? We can stop.." he said but I quickly shook my head grabbing his bicep not waning him to leave..I wanted the opposite..I wanted him to stay.

"I don't want to stop..I just..I don't want to be your enemy anymore..I'm tired of lying and picking up arguments when all I want is for you to hold me..and kiss me..and have me like this" I admitted and he smiled down at me nodding his head.

"You were never my enemy anjo..you were my secret desire..my longing..and I can finally have you.." he spoke leaning down capturing my lips passionately. Everything after that was an instinct from our clothes ending up on the floor to our bodies mending together like they belonged to be together.

I grabbed his hair and he left marks on my body that I will wear with pride..and he was edging me into oblivion making my body experience the foreign feeling of pleasure..the type you get hooked on..the one that you beg for and never want to lose again.

"You are tan perfecta amor.." he said as we both calmed down from our highs laying next to each other as he pulled me to lay on his chest and I took in his scent which was all over my skin now.

"So I'm no longer a headache huh?" I joked remembering how he would always say I'm the cause of his headaches.

"You are MY headache now amor..and I don't mind it..I think I got used to it and I hated that you go so much attention tonight!" he said and you both giggled as he kissed your head pulling you close.

"Do you wanna know why I hated you?" I said in response to that and he nodded making me blush a little.

"Because everybody loved you..and I wanted to be the only one you love back" I admit and he smirks nodding his head and kissing my lips in response.

"You are..there is no other girl on this Earth that could drive me mad like you.." he said and I smiled nodding my head and we kissed once more.

"Estas bien preciosa?" he asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence and I smiled nodding my head and looking up at him.

"Perfect.." I said and he leaned down to kiss my lips lovingly.

"Perfect.." he repeated when we pulled away looking into each other's eyes for a few minutes before getting closer and slowly falling asleep in each other's arms.

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[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #8

## - when they get jealous

genre - angst & fluff

pairing - aot x reader

word count -

warnings - none!

notes - i might start uploading more than once a month.. christmas specials coming soon😈

EREN JAEGER -

lil’ bro gets soooo mad. jean was chit chatting to you about something you guys had in common and there was too much laughing, giggling and jean was FAR too close. like he doesn’t need to be making you laugh first of all, but then being all up in your business?!? nahhh, eren was NOT having it.

“‘that’s it. i’m going up to him, how DARE HE—” then he feels a tug on his shirt and gets yanked back right into his seat.

“you need to learn how to chill out, eren.” reiner says, lecturing him “i know it looks bad, but it’s gonna be embarrassing for you and y/n if you go up there and cause an argument.”

god, he’s right. eren knew he was. but, he was SO angry, he needed to let out his anger somehow! the only option was to go to the dorm and just start punching shit.

MIKASA ACKERMAN -

silence suddenly took over in mikasa and sasha’s conversation. sasha slowly turned to her left to see what had mikasa in such shock and there you were with none other than ymir. ymir had her arm right above you, looking down on you. what the fuck did she think she was doing?! mikasa was furious and you could tell she was just by her energy. it was pure silence but those looks could kill.

sasha decided it was probably best for her to step back a bit.. she was also terrified that mikasa would kill her with one glance although she wasn’t doing anything bad..

ARMIN ARLERT -

as armin was strolling around town, he sees you! he starts walking over, shouting your name through the busy crowds of the town centre when he sees you and bertholdt.. laughing, bumping shoulders, looking through what seemed to be like some sort of gift shop. armins never really the jealous type, he doesn’t like to get worked up over things like that but something about this made his stomach turn.

he decided to head back to the dorms.

eventually, when you and bertholdt came back from your little shopping trip - you obviously, go to go see armin! you knock on his door and gently start pushing it open,

“hey babe~ whatcha doing?”

“oh nothing, just uh, sharpening my blades ready for tomorrow” he tried to put on a smile because he really doesn’t want to start anything. he just wants to act like nothings happened.

“oh.. well then. i- erm, i got you something today..”

“w-what?” he swung his head around to face you

“yeah! i know you’ve been wanting those maps of the outside world but i didn’t know where to find them but bertholdt did, so he took me to the shops!”

armins jaw dropped. first of all, maps of the outside world?!? that’s incredible! but also.. that whole situation that made him so jealous, was about buying something for him? god. he feels SO silly.

SASHA BRAUS -

honestly, this queen isn’t the jealous type. i feel like she doesn’t care over little things like touching, laughing, spending time with others - it’s the BIG things like if someone’s trying to flirt with you. but even then, she doesn’t feel jealous. she loves you and you love her and that’s enough for her.

there was a celebratory party with the military after you guys finally caught the female titan. this include the whole military obviously the survey corps but even garrisons and military police.

a girl from the garrisons, whom you’ve never met before, makes her way over to you and strikes up a conversation. you think nothing of it until she starts laughing, shoving you away by your shoulder and then.. she started flirting. as you were about to calm the situation down before she got any ideas, your girlfriend walks over.

“hey babe” sasha exclaims

“oh, sasha!” you say in shock, you really hope she isn’t upset.

“hey i’m sasha, i don’t think we’ve met before!” she puts her hand out to the girl, “by the way, this is my s/o. i don’t mind you guys talking but boundaries! thanks.” she giggles slightly.

“oh god— this is so embarrassing. i’m so sorry, i have to go.” the girl says before she runs off.

“sasha, i’m so sorry. i was just about to tell her” you quickly explain yourself

“it’s fine! honestly, i know that you love me and i love you. i trust you” she says, giving you a tender smile.

CONNIE SPRINGER -

he tries to act soo nonchalant. but omg he’s so jealous because, he sees armin as this insanely intelligent, witty, incredible leader and you, also being crazy smart, tend to help armin out with plans for the survey corps.

“i already sent some soldiers to do some scouting around that area, they’ll be back in a couple of hours”

“god armin!”

“what..”

“it’s like you read my mind! i was literally gonna ask to go do that.” you giggle slightly at the coincidence. armin lets out a sigh of relief and says ‘y/n!! don’t scare me like that, i thought i did something wrong!” you both giggle at armins fright but as you two were laughing away, little did you know, a mr. connie springer was watching from the crack in the door.

connie quickly walked off after he realised he was literally eavesdropping on you and armin. ‘why am i feeling so jealous? god, get a grip connie.’ he thought to himself and he stomps down the corridor, getting far away from you two in that room.

eventually, you find connie chilling outside, “connie!!” you run towards him in excitement. “i’m so sorry, i’ve been stuck in that room planning with armin all day. but i missed you so much” you say before wrapping your arms around him.

“ugh, babe. it’s fine, seriously!” he says hugging you back, slightly too tight.. “connie. cant. breathe.” he quickly lets you go, “shit, sorry.”

you raise an eyebrow and ask “are you sure you’re okay..?” “what?! what a preposterous accusation!” he says defensively “okay now i know somethings wrong. since when do you say ‘preposterous’?”

he sighs in defeat, he cant lie any longer “okay fine. i just got a bit.. jealous.. when you were with armin today, okay? armins super smart and so are you, so maybe you two should just marry each other and have super smart babies” he says, as he slides down a post, hitting the ground with a thud.

“connie…” you slide down to sit next to him, “connie, i know you think me and armin are super smart but, i think YOU’RE super smart. you’re so emotionally and socially intelligent. i love that about you and not even just that, i love everything about you! and if i’m gonna get married and have super smart babies with anyone, it’s gonna be you.” you say as you give me a sweet, genuine smile.

thank god you know him so well or else he would’ve never had said anything.

JEAN KIRSTEIN -

is that what jean think he just saw? y/n, HIS partner with eren jaeger?? oh wow. greatttt, no it’s fine.

IT IS NOT FINE. why were you talking with him and why did you both seem so happy? this jealous anger that was building up inside of jean quickly switched so sadness. this man was so heartbroken.

his ego just felt it got crushed by a 100 buses. his first instinct was to fight eren as usual but, it had been a while since their last fight honestly and if anything.. jean looked up to eren. sort of. he really appreciated his boldness, his strength and his willingness to keep going no matter what. although, he was still a suicidal maniac.

jean already felt like second place to eren in most things but now his partner? really?! jean couldn’t take it anymore so he decided to go on a walk in trost, maybe even pop by his house and have his mum make him an omelette.

after you were done talking to eren, you go to find jean but.. he’s no where to be seen? and after EXTENSIVE searching for the whole place - you knew where he had gone. you get to trost as fasttt as possible and end up at his house, talking to his mother. she lets you inside, of course, offers you tea and omelette, which you politely decline and head straight for jeans childhood room.

you slowly open the door, the old creaking letting jean know of your presence before you even said a word. “hi babe..” you say slightly awkwardly, “so, how come you ended up here?” you ask and you slowly make your way towards the bed. jean stares at you as he chews his omelette, which he eventually swallows and continues to stare at you. “why were you with eren?” he eventually asks after some silence “oh jean! really? that’s what this is about?” you ask, slightly annoyed.

“yes it is!” he exclaimed and jumped off his bed in anger “do you know how—” he begins to choke up “how much i hate yet respect eren? he’s so much better than me in so many aspects and he has some god awful traits but also some incredible ones that people could only DREAM of having.” tears begin to stream down his face and before he says another word, you jump up and wrap your arms around him.

you guys stand there momentarily. while still hugging, you say to him “i’m sorry, jean. i didn’t know you felt like that. i just- i hope you know how much i admire you more than anyone else. it’s not just because we’re together, it’s because you’re an amazing person.“ you slowly pull away from him “you may look up and respect eren, but i look up to YOU.” you wipe his tears gently “and so do so many other people.” you smile tenderly at him.

he’s such a lucky guy to have someone like you.

REINER BRAUN -

big bro does not get jealous. sorry but, this man is too perfect. he doesn’t get jealous because why would he? he knows you love him and that’s more than enough for him. he genuinely trusts you with every fibre of his being however, he doesn’t trust other people.

it’s less of a jealously thing and more of a protective one. he doesn’t get jealous if someone’s flirting with you, he gets protective over you. like get the fuck away from my s/o, bro!!

ANNIE LEONHART -

hot take: annie gets so jealous and so insecure when someone she believes you could like gets too close with you.

the ONLY REASON she would ever get so jealous or insecure is because you guys are in a relationship. this cold demeanour that she keeps up with around everyone else is not a thing when she’s around you, she just feels so herself and so authentic around you and the thought of that getting taken away scares the ever living shit out of her.

so, when she sees you chatting it up with sasha, she shits herself. now usually, sasha wouldn’t faze her but sashas bright, outgoing personality seems like something that you would like and that’s terrifying.

however, annie doesn’t say a WORD about how jealous she’s feeling. she’s already scared enough but she’s more scared to piss you off by saying something. but, that’s your mfing girlfriend!! you know when there’s something wrong with her, so obviously you asked,

“annie, are you okay? you’ve been really off lately.”

she looks at you confusingly “what? i’m fine.”

no she’s not.

“i know when somethings wrong, so just tell me!”

she doesn’t even look at you. she cant bare to face you right now. while she’s ignoring you, you think long and hard about what could be wrong and you finally come to a conclusion..

“omg. you’re not jealous i’m spending them with sasha, are you?”

annie’s eyes widen in shock, how did you know?! well, now you’ve said something, i suppose there’s no point in lying.

“yes, i am. you caught me.” annie puts her hands up in defeat.

“annie~ you silly bugger! there’s no need to be jealous, it’s just sasha, she’s just my friend. as great as she is, i could never date her..” you say reassuringly.

annie smiles slightly, “i appreciate that, y/n..”

BERTOLT HOOVER -

connie springer. most people wouldn’t be jealous of a 5’2 teenage boy but this 6’3 teenage boy is. connie is just so outgoing, bright and funny and bertolt is scared that you may just find him better than him.

so when he sees you two acting really close, he starts freaking THE FUCK OUT. he’s soooo flipping scared, he’s genuinely scared to face you again.

when you you over to him after being with connie, he just freezes and you’re so confused, “bertolt, what’s up with you?” you ask “o-oh, um, it’s nothing. i just couldn’t sleep last night.” he says, sounding very unconvincing. for the next week, he does EVERYTHING for you, just hoping that that’ll be enough to override connie’s impeccable humour.

“hey y/n, you can have the rest of my food! i don’t want it.” he says as he holds out his plate to you.

“bert.. why do you keep giving me your food? and making my bed? and washing my clothes? and just doing everything..?”

oh my god, he’s fucked it. HES DONE TOO MUCH, WHAT DOES HE DO NOW??

“i- umm. well—” he freezes.

you pat the seat next to you “come here, what’s wrong?”

he sighs “well.. you’ve been hanging out with connie a lot and i don’t know, he’s just a great guy..”

“bert..” you say sorrowfully, “connie may be a good guy, but you’re the greatest guy i know! there’s no need to ignore me or try to impress me. i love you just the way you are.”

bertolt puts his head in his hands “god, you’re right. i was being silly wasnt i?” he said sheepishly

you giggle at his embarrassment “yes, very silly.”

LEVI ACKERMAN -

brother, this man has been through enough shit. honestly, he doesn’t get jealous - the worst that could happen to you is you dying. which happens to everyone he loves. if for someone reason you were to cheat or break up with him and move on to someone else, at least he knows you’re happy and loved.

“hey levi, i’m going to help erwin with something, will you be okay on your own?” you ask

“yes, i’ll be fine, y/n.”

“i’m sorry if i’ve been with erwin more often lately, it’s just that-”

he cuts you off, “y/n, it’s fine. i seriously don’t mind you spending time with him for whatever reason.”

you look at him sweetly “okay.. sorry. i’m gonna go now, i love you!”

“yeah, yeah.”

“I SAIDDD.. i love you” you say as you give him a wide smile

he sighs “i love you too.”

ERWIN SMITH -

nile dok. always going around trying to take erwin’s partners man😭.

you’ve been in wall sina with the military police a lot lately, dealing with all the shit they’ve got going on and therefore, you’ve come in contact with their former commander, nile dok, A LOT.

although erwin had chosen the secrets of the titans over marie, doesn’t mean he wasn’t lightly suspicious and jealous when you kept mentioning nile. however, this is erwin smith, he’s a grown and mature man and what do grown and mature men do? talk about their problems!!

“y/n?”

“yes..?”

he chuckles slightly before speaking “gosh, this is going to sound so silly now i’m thinking about it. but, is anything happening between you and nile?”

you burst out laughing “what?! me and nile? erwin, come on now!”

he rubs his forehead “i knew it was silly.. i was just feeling a bit jealous, that’s all.”

you sympathise with him very quickly “aww erwin” you go into hug him “i’m sorry, i know i’ve been there a lot but i promise, there’s nothing happen, just pure innocent work.” you say as you rub his back.

you both pull away “i do know that, i think i just wanted some reassurance that’s all.” he says.

HANGE ZÖE -

what is y/n doing.. talking to mr. levi ackerman? aha.

now.. hange wouldn’t think much of this, but they could see what people would like and appreciate levi, especially after seeing how petra was with him - for someone reason, they can’t shake this feeling of jealously! what does one do when they’re jealous? get angry? cry? talk to their partner?

nope. hange is going to distract themselves until they simply forget. they begin to get super indulged in their work like i’m talking, you’ll leave the lab and they’ll say they’ll be another 5 minutes then you go back in the morning and they’re STILL there. researching titans over and over, taking any mission they possibly can, yapping about random stuff over and over, and eventually, you reach a breaking point.

“and then i said YOU CANT DO THA—”

“OKAY HANGE. hange..” you yelled

hange looked shocked at the sudden outburst and quickly shut their mouth.

“hange, what on earth is going on here?! why’ve you been indulging yourself in your work more than usual? you’re spending hours and hours on work and random stuff and i feel like i haven’t been able to get a word into our conversations lately!”

hange stops and reflects, oh my god. has it really been that bad? hange just wanted to do a little more work than usual, to distract themselves but clearly it’s been much more.

“i-i-” hange is speechless for once. “i-i’m sorry. i’m sorry y/n, oh my god!! what have i been doooiiinnngg..?” they slam their head on the table in front of them

“i don’t know, what have you been doing? i wanna know!” you ask, feeling slightly frustrated.

“god, y/n!! i’ve been so stupid, i was JEALOUS over you and LEVI, OUT OF PEOPLE?!” it’s like it all hit them at once, how crazy and silly they’ve been.

“i am soooo sorryyyy, snuchems” they say, pouting. “please, tell me a really long story so i’ll finally shut up for a few hours, i’m begging you. im sick of hearing myself at this rate!” they say with their hands clasped together, pleading with you.

“first of all, forgiven. second of all, LEVI ACKERMAN REALLY? third of all..” you look mischievous.

“okay so it started when i was 13 right and i was still living—”

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[whatdudtheysay]

Annoying roommate Gojo

Cw - angry sex, unprotected, light spanking, no foreplay, Gojo's mean, degrading words

A/n - So sorry I haven't been active just been busy w lots of shit and planning stuff❤︎ - the rest is a mini rant

plus I got another Gojo X reader coming out but it's really long and the writer's block is hitting hard ❤︎

also sorry this will be kinda shortt cause I really wanna finish my drafts and get back onto Tumblr writing n I rlly hate this lnee → part 2! Part 3

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"Satoru! You're so annoying!" You complained, walking to where he was lounged on the couch, controller in hand as he focused on the TV.

"What did i do now, princess?" Gojo hummed, continuing to click the buttons.

You shot him a nasty glare at the sound of his little nickname he gave you. Sometimes you wonder if you should've just decided to take up your friend's offer of the spare room at her place but instead you decided to be 'independent'.

"First of all, stop leaving milk out and second of all, stop bringing your fuck buddies over."

Gojo sat up at this and you thought you'd get some sort of apology but instead he just shrugged. "No. My apartment, my rules."

You narrowed your brows at him, the urge to rip out his perfect white locs almost dominating over you. But instead you just decided to head back into the kitchen, slamming the now spoiled milk carton onto the kitchen island.

Before you headed into the bathroom, you heard the sound of Gojo's phone, instead leaning against the open doorway to eavesdrop.

"Hm? Yeah sure, we said nine didn't we?" Gojo hummed.

At first, you thought he'd be talking to getou but you noticed how his voice slightly dropped to a more seductive one, automatically letting you know he was talking to a girl he'd be inviting over.

Mentally, you sighed, knowing you'd spend another night either with ear plugs in, trying to ignore the obnoxiously loud sex Gojo had or you'd be sat trying to ignore it while watching Netflix - both being equally depressing.

Just as you began to make your way to the bathroom, you halted for a moment as a thought wandered over your mind.

Just a little revenge plan to get back at him.....

★★★

You could hear them before you saw them, the breathy moans, the door slamming was all the warning you needed to know.

"Ah, Gojo-"

Just then, you decided it was time. You rushed into the kitchen to see Gojo and a random girl on the couch, Gojo's shirt already off and resting on the coffee table.

"Satoru!" You gasped, faking shock, allowing your brows to furrow together.

The girl quickly pushed Gojo off of her, hiding her chest as her head bowed in shame.

"Again, satoru? I thought you told me you'd stop! That I was the only one for you-" you rambled, watching as both of their faces turned into shock.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well, your girlfriend is talking about how you promised to stop cheating on me!"

The girl immediately got up, looking between you and Gojo.

"Girlfriend?!" She asked.

Gojo was about to defend himself but you interrupted.

"Yeah! Girlfriend." You scoffed. "Now I'll give you about 30 seconds to get out of my face."

The colour from the girl's face practically drained as she scrambled to grab her purse, quickly leaving the apartment afterwards.

As soon as she was gone, you sighed, smirking at Gojo's glare.

"The fuck was that about?" He questioned, stalking towards you.

You just shrugged, moving to walk back to your room. You would've if it weren't for Gojo's hand grabbing your wrist.

"Answer my question." He stated, his voice more flat.

"Well, someone's tired of hearing your annoyingly loud sex almost every night and you aren't the only one who lives here. That simple enough for you?"

Gojo narrowed his eyes at you, his hands tightening around you before pulling you closer.

"Well maybe someone wouldn't be jealous if she actually had someone who'd want to fuck her?"

It was your turn to narrow your eyes now, jabbing a finger to his chest.

"Well maybe I should bring a guy over, hm? Then you'd actually hear how it sounds when women don't fake an orgasm-"

Gojo roughly pushed you against the wall, shutting you up immediately with a heavy hand squeezing your neck. He looked down at you with an unreadable expression, the only thing you could tell was that he was so close to snapping.

"Think you're funny? Chasing my date away like that?" Gojo murmured, his hand squeezing your neck ever so lightly.

"Date?" You managed to get out. "That's funny-"

Gojo cut you off once more by grinding his hips against yours, his bulge making your eyes widened.

"Well. Since you started this. You're gonna end it."

Before you could respond to him you were already being manhandled, pushed up against the wall, your pajama shorts and panties being pulled down.

"Go- fuck-" you let out a load grunt once you felt his cock pushing into your entrance. Obviously you knew Gojo would be thick but his length is what had you feeling feral. His tip was already reaching amazing spots inside you to the point where you didn't know if you could stand properly anymore.

"Shut up- fucking whore," Gojo mumbled, landing a harsh slap against your rear that made you yelp, your walls clamping down on him as a reflex.

Sure, you wanted to piss him off but you didn't think you'd end up taking that girl's place and now you couldn't help but feel bad that you'd stolen this from her. With the way Gojo's hips snapped against your ass you couldn't help but feel good with his cock hitting all your soft spots.

"Gojo- wait-"

"Gojo?" He scoffed. "What happened to you calling me satoru hm? C'mon, say it"

You bit your lip, still trying to get used to his cock ramming in and out of your cunt, your hand sheepishly moving between your legs to rub at your clit.

"Ah, ah, ah- wanna cum that badly?" Gojo scoffed, pulling both your arms behind your back with one beefy hand. "You know what I want, princess."

You grunted, your head feeling like pure mush as Gojo continued his assault against your cervix.

"C'mon, giving you a chance here..." Gojo moaned, stopping his thrusts momentarily to pull out of you.

At first, you were confused, your mind still slightly hazed as Gojo easily carried you, your arms linking around his neck, carefully sliding you back down onto his cock, a slow drawled out moan leaving your swollen lips.

"What? Too fucked out?" Gojo grunted, still thrusting deeply into your hole.

In all honesty though, you were. Your peak was so so close to the point where that's the only thing you were focusing on.

"Shitt-" satoru voiced, almost getting lost in your heat himself. "Gonna cum...gonna flood this little pussy."

You quickly nodded, the need to be filled taking over any smart thoughts that tried to come up. Gojo delivered a few more deep and rough thrusts before copious amounts of his cum spurted inside you.

Gojo huffed deeply, letting you drop down onto the floor in frustration. You watched as he walked into the bathroom coming back out a few moments later with his cock back in his pants and a wad of tissue in hand.

"You..-" you panted, watching his cum leak out of you and spill onto you the floor. "You asshole-."

Gojo raised a brow, half heartedly throwing the tissue towards you.

"What? Sad you didn't cum?"

You let out an audible whine at how sore you were between your legs.

"Maybe if you weren't such a brat and actually listened to me I might've helped you out."

Tiredly, you glared up at him the need to cuss him out feeling heavy on your tongue.

"Make sure you clean this mess up." Gojo yawned, making his way towards his room.

As you recollected yourself you knew one thing was for sure.

He's gonna pay for this.

#smut #jjk smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #jjk gojo

[hjparisian]

speak now or forever hold your peace- harry j potter x reader

p: harry j potter x reader (she/her pronouns) w: not proofread, bit of swearing, mean ginny (it's for the plot i swear i love her shes so slay) a/n: in honor of speak now tv being announced (and exams being over) i decided to write this lil thing. pls note i have not been to a wedding so excuse how its written.

It was the day that (Y/N) was dreading the most. Harry and Ginny's wedding day. She was honestly shocked that she was even invited, though she assumes it was cause of Harry. Though she was friendly with the Weasley's, she was never really close with Ginny.

(Y/N) and Harry briefly dated during fourth year but decided to remain friends. But the feelings never really left (Y/N). Even after she saw him go after Cho and Ginny, there was always a part of (Y/N) that would always love Harry.

She was debating on just staying home, wallowing in pity while eating her favorite ice cream and watching whatever was on the telly. But (Y/N) knew that Harry wanted her to go, and she couldn't ignore her best friend's wishes.

So now here she was, at the venue in a lavender colored dress, deciding if she should just run away now. As she ready to back out, she heres a voice calling her name.

"(Y/N)!"

(Y/N) turns around and sees Harry walkings towards her with a grin on his face. Well, fuck. So much for escaping.

"Hey Harry." She responds, forcing a smile on face. He looks good, she thought. He was wearing a black suit, white shirt underneath the jacket. Even though it was simple, he made it look beautiful.

"I didn't think you'd come," Harry says sheepishly. (Y/N) speaks, "Well I couldn't miss my best friends wedding. Also, I didn't think you'd let me stay home." Harry chuckles at that.

"So," (Y/N) started. "How are you feeling? It's your big day after all."

"In all honesty, I'm really nervous," He says. "I just have a feeling that maybe this isn't right." (Y/N) was shocked at that part.

"What do you mean? Isn't this what you've been wanting? You were crushing on Ginny since sixth year and now you got her."

Harry sighs. "I know, I know. But I can't help but think that it should've someone else. I don't know, maybe I shouldn't have done this."

Someone else? As much as (Y/N) wanted to know who he was thinking, it wasn't important. "Harry, the Weasleys would probably kill you if you called off the wedding. Besides, it's probably just nerves like you said, so don't let it get to you."

"But I can't get this feeling to go away," Harry says. "I think it would be just as bad if I were to marry Ginny while thinking about someone else than calling off the wedding.

He examines (Y/N), eyes flicking from her lips to her eyes. "(Y/N), I think I-"

"Harry!" The two turn to see who it was, finding Hermione running towards the two. "Oh hello, (Y/N)!" She smiles before turning back to Harry. "Do you know where Ginny's bouquet is? We can't find it. Oh, and Ron thinks he's lost the rings. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley have gone mad and won't stop yelling."

Harry lets out a groan, "I better go figure this out. (Y/N) I'll catch you in a bit." He runs off, leaving (Y/N) and Hermione alone.

Hermione turns to look at (Y/N) before speaking. "How are you feeling?"

"If I'm being honest Hermione. I feel like shit," (Y/N) complained.

Hermione was always there for (Y/N) and vice versa. She was there when (Y/N) and Harry first got together and when they ended it. She watched as (Y/N) gazed at Harry with Ginny during sixth year. Hermione knew that (Y/N) still loved Harry.

"You know, I was kind of thinking it would always be you and Harry." Hermione said. "I think Ron did too. Don't get me wrong, Ginny is a good girl, but I could never really see her and Harry together."

(Y/N) spoke, "Well, I guess that's how it's gonna be. But Harry's not sure if he wants to go through with it. Says he feels like there's someone else. As much as I don't want to see Harry getting married to someone else, I don't want the Weasleys to hate him for calling it off." There seemed to be a flicker of realization through Hermione's eyes, seeming to piece some unknown puzzle together.

"(Y/N), have you ever thought that maybe he misses you? I saw the way he was looking at you when I was looking for him, and it's definitely not a way friends normally look at each other."

Before the two could say anything else, there was a faint "Hermione! Where are you?" Hermione sighed. "I should go back. But (Y/N), think about it, and think about what you want." She turns and runs off, leaving (Y/N) alone.

(Y/N) began to walk around the venue, not ready to sit down and anxiously wait for the worst thing to happen. "What do I truly want?" She thought. She certainly didn't want to see Harry marry Ginny. And is there really a chance he misses her?

While deep in her thoughts, she bumps into the man that she was thinking about. "Oh! I'm sorry Harry, I should've been looking," She says.

"It's alright (Y/N)." He smiles at her. "I should prolly get going though, you should too, the wedding is about to start." He starts to leave, but a hand grabs his wrist before he could keep going.

"Wait, Harry," (Y/N) says. "What if you don't go through with this? Let's just leave, we can sneak out the back door!"

"But (Y/N), you said-" (Y/N) cuts him off. "I know what I said, but you should follow your intuition. If there's really someone else you're thinking about, you can't marry Ginny!"

"It's too late-" "It's not too late Harry! You can still back out!"

"(Y/N) I-" There a voice that cuts him off.

"Hey, Harry!" It was Ron. "We gotta go mate, the weddings about to start."

"Oh right," Harry says. "(Y/N) I'll see you." He smiles sadly as both him and Ron leave.

(Y/N) decides to go inside and take her seat between two people she didn't know. It seemed like everyone in the world was here just for this one wedding. Well, it is the wedding of the Chosen One so, guess it makes sense.

The wedding music began playing. Out comes Ginny in a big poofy wedding dress, strutting with high confidence. If it weren't for the fiery orange hair contrasting it, (Y/N) would've thought she looked like some sort of pastry.

She turns to look at Harry, only to see him looking back at her. Upon seeing she noticed, he move his gaze to Ginny as she now stood in front of him.

The priest began speaking. "We are gathered here today to..." But (Y/N) could barely listen. Worried for her friend who was about to marry someone he no longer loved. And even though Harry managed to defeat Voldemort, there's no way this man is going to back out of a wedding to the family that took care of him during his Hogwarts years.

"...to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Ginny smiles before saying, "I do!" The priest turns to Harry. "And do you, Harry James Potter, take Ginerva Molly Weasley to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

There was a moment of silence, everyone excited to hear Harry say those two words. "I um," he mutters out. If one looked closely at Ginny Weasley, they could see her eyes almost glaring at him. "Come on Harry." She quietly says to him.

"I-er, I do," Harry says.

"If there is anybody in this room who can show just cause why these two should not join in matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Silence. The one and final chance to stop this from happening.

The priest began to speak, "Well I-" A figure in a lavender dress stands up, shaking visibly. Loud gasps fill the room, everyone wondering who is this girl that's stopping the event of a lifetime. Ginny was fuming. Mrs. Weasley looked like she could faint. Hermione looked shocked but started to seem somewhat proud at the girl. And finally Harry, looking both stunned and relieved.

"I object." (Y/N) exclaims. "I'm sorry Weasleys but, I can't let Harry get married without hearing how I feel about him." She turns to Harry. "Harry, I've been in love with you since the moment we met on the train when we were eleven. Even when we broke up in fourth year and decided to stay friends, I still loved you. Seeing you with Cho and Ginny hurt me, but I never wanted to say anything because you looked so happy. But I'm still in love with you. If you still love me, I'll be outside if you want to join me. But if you love Ginny more, I understand and support your choice, and I hope you'll have a great marriage."

She walks away, not looking back to see what he might say. The audience looks at Harry and Ginny, who looks ready to burst.

"I cannot believe the audacity of that bitch! She just shows up and ruined our wedding!" She screams. "Thank goodness she fucking left. Now we can finish this, right Harry?"

Harry was staring at the door where (Y/N) exited. The one girl that was there during every single adventure at Hogwarts, was in love with him. The one girl he's been thinking about and missing lately, was so close to being in his arms.

"Harry!" His eyes land on Ginny. "They're waiting! Just one kiss and we're finally married."

"Ginny, I can't marry you."

The crowd gasps and Harry's ninety-nine percent sure Mrs. Weasley fainted this time.

Tears started lining Ginny's eyes. "Why not?! Cause of her? You're gonna leave me for her?"

Harry felt somewhat bad for the girl. She was about to get married to the man of her dreams only for him to end it. "I'm sorry Ginny, I still love her. And it wouldn't be fair for me to marry you when I'm missing someone else. You're a nice girl, Ginny and you deserve someone better."

Harry starts running out to find (Y/N). "Harry don't you dare!" He hears Ginny scream, but he doesn't turn back. Only focusing on finding the one he loves.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N) where are you!" He screams.

He hears his named being called by her. "Harry!" He sees (Y/N) running towards him. "Absolutely stunning" he thought to himself.

(Y/N) jumps into Harry's arms, almost knocking them over. "I still love you (Y/N)," Harry says to her. "I love you. You're the one I want to be with."

Harry smashes his lips against (Y/N)'s. Proving to her that he's all hers. She kisses back, hands on his shoulders while Harry's was on her waist.

Harry was the first to pull back, staring at how beautiful (Y/N) looked. Lips and cheeks tinted from the kiss, the sparkle in her eyes, the way her lavender dress fit her perfectly. She was beautiful, and she was Harry's.

"I love you Harry." She breathes out.

"I love you too (Y/N)," He says.

"Let's run away."

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

can you do a story with heavy smut with larissa weems x reader where the reader gets punished but first larissa makes the reader grind on her thigh roughly and then she eats her out and fingers the reader, plus some overstimulation and praising and degradation

Hey Hey Hey!

Thanks for the request, ofc I can! I lobe the detail 😏 One Larissa Weems x reader smut fic with thigh riding, eating out, fingering, overstimulation, degrading, praising, and punishment coming up 😉 I hope this lives up to the level of heated smut you were imagining…

Use Me ~Larissa Weems xFem Reader

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, sex, smut, thigh riding, eating out, fingering, overstimulation, degrading, praising, and punishment, lots of kinks, etc.

It’s a long one 😏

Enjoy (;

When Larissa Weems was stressed, she was one of two things. One: she overworked herself to distract. Or two: she was overly horny.

And right now, dealing with Wednesday Addams, Larissa had put herself into the hyper drive of overworking. Sometimes, she didn’t even come into bed until 1 am. And then she’d get up at 4 or 5am!!

It was a horrible sight to see. You hated seeing her this stressed.

Although… you did have to admit… Her being extra horny and demanding made your knees extra weak and your underwear extra soaked…

But it was still a heart breaking thing to watch…

One night, you were in her office, doing some grading on your own, when Larissa stormed in, slamming the door in frustration.

“I swear, Wednesday Addams is going to get herself expelled!” Larissa exclaimed.

“Come here,” you patted her office chair.

She huffed in annoyance and defeat as she plopped down onto the chair. She started to grip the sides in frustration, turning her knuckles white.

You hated to see her in such a state.

“Tell me what happened?” You gently urged. You wanted her to talk through her frustrations, and not just bottle them up.

She moved her hand to her forehead with a big sigh, “Wednesday broke another rule… she left during the lockdown.” Larissa huffed out in defeat.

You could hear the stress and exhaustion in Larissa’s voice…

You got up from your seat to embrace her. The embrace slowly turned into a kiss. Pretty soon, you were straddled on Larissa’s lap, hungrily kissing her.

You just wanted her to have some relief. And you also wanted her… really badly…

Larissa pulled away after a minute, looking at you, straddling her with lustful, eager eyes. She couldn’t help but laugh.

You looked at her with a smile, “what?” You asked with curiosity.

“Are you seriously using this to take advantage of me?” Larissa joked, acting as if you had offended her.

You fake pouted. “Pleeeeease…” you asked in a whiny, childlike, pretend voice.

In that moment, Larissa’s eyes shifted to a deep flame.

“Well If you want me so bad, here’s my thigh to satisfy you…” Larissa tauntingly teased.

“What?” You asked, stunned for a moment.

“You heard me” she purred, “Bad girls who take advantage get to satisfy themselves on my thigh…”

The air in your lungs was sucked up. Larissa was looking at you with serious, determined, lustful eyes. She wasn’t kidding…

You gulped and moved yourself to straddle only one of her thighs. She rolled up her dress for you and your soaked folds. You began to grind down on her thigh, causing a few moans to already escape your lips.

Larissa hummed in delight, “My my, your already so soaked? Such a slut for me…” she purred, intently watching you ride her thigh.

Your grinds and rolling of your hips got erratic very quickly. You were already so close to the edge… And Larissa could tell.

“Does my pretty little whore wanna cum?” she taunted. You shook your head vigourously, as your grinding got more and more sloppy.

“Fuck, please… please, let me cum” you mewled, so close to your release.

Larissa chuckled. “Get off my thigh.”

You looked up in shock and disappointment, but you were smart enough to not talk back. You knew what talking back could lead to…

You simply followed her instructions begrudgingly.

Larissa chuckled again, “This is a punishment, darling… Did you really think I was going to let you cum?” she laughed.

You whined.

“On the desk. Now.” she demanded.

You were quick to listen, prepared to do anything to achieve your desperately needed release.

Larissa stood up and came over, trapping you in between her and the desk. She pulled apart your legs, and leaned into your ear…

“Here is what’s going to happen pet,” her nicknames for you sent chills down your spine and she knew it, “You’re going to sit here patiently while I go feral on your wet cunt, and your not going to cum.”

You looked at her in desperation and pleaded desperately with your eyes and body language.

Larissa paid no mind as she knelt down to met your slippery folds. She attached her tongue to them, eliciting a loud, needy moan from your lips. This only spurred her on more. How far could she push you?

She started to lap up your pussy at a relentless pace, causing your hips to violently buck into her face. You needed to cum so badly… and Larissa knew it. She took pleasure in knowing it.

“That’s a good slut, take your punishment like a good girl” she spurred you on.

Your moans turned into mewls which turned into pleads. Your breathing was erratic. Your mind foggy. You were so close.

But every time you were almost there, Larissa would pull back just enough to keep you teetering on your climax.

And every time, Larissa just tauntingly laughed.

Just when you thought it was bad enough, you felt a finger start circling your clit.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure and anticipation. “Fuuuuck, please. Pleeeease…” you begged.

Bit Larissa didn’t respond verbally, no…

Instead, she added another finger in place of her tongue.

As fingered your aching pussy, she sloppily kissed you, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

But she didn’t stop kissing you either. You moaned into her mouth in desperation, as she began tongue fucking your mouth, while fingering your desperate cunt AND circling your clit with her palm.

Tears started to grow in your eyes. “No…no, fuck… please…” you mewled through her rough assault on your mouth.

The stimulation was becoming too much. You needed to cum.

Larissa pulled her face away, but continued her assault on your pussy.

“Be a good girl for me for one more thing, and then you can cum, ok?”

You nodded, head filled in a desperate, overstimulate sex fog.

What one more thing?

Then, Larissa added a second finger into your dripping cunt.

Oh Fuck.

You basically screamed in overstimulation. But you didn’t cum. You were trying so hard not to.

“That’s my good girl” Larissa purred, “Letting me use you like a personal fuck toy and listening to my instructions…”

You couldn’t handle this. It was an overload now. Her two fingers inside you. Her palm on your clit. Her voice in her mind.

Finally, Larissa decided you had had enough.

“Go ahead, cum on my fingers my pretty little slut.”

At that sentence, your walls fluttered before roughly clenching onto Larissa’s fingers. A tidal wave of electricity ran through you. It was so much, you grabbed onto Larissa’s shoulder for support. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably. Her name rolled off your tongue in a shriek of pleasure. Tears rolled down your cheeks in relief and overstimulation.

And Larissa was right there with you. “There you go… That’s it… Ride it out… Such a good girl…” she praised, as she helped you down from your intense climax.

By the end, your mascara was all over your face, and your body was trembling all over.

“Come here, darling.” Larissa took you into her arms in her chair.

You two hugged each other for a while, helping you regain your steady breathing.

Eventually you spoke up, “We should really do that again sometime…” you lightly chuckled, your voice hoarse from its previous overuse.

“Really?” Larissa asked, a bit surprised, “It wasn’t too much? I’m always afraid I’m too harsh when I’m this stressed and take it out on you…”

Your heart melted at her concern and surprise. You sat up a bit and looked her in the eyes.

“My love, I absolutely adore you no matter how stressed you are, in fact…”

“Yes?” she interrupted you.

“In fact… I actually find your stressed self quite arousing.” you told her with a small grin.

“Oh you do you?” she asked, chuckling.

You hummed in response.

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[samantha-rae-velcher]

Oh my god I legit love ur writing 😭

I was wondering if you could do a mickey x female

She's hanging out with Mandy,and Terry ends up coming home,mistaking the reader for someone else and pistol whipping her,and after she's busy putting on makeup in her hoyfriends room (mickey) and he walks in,seeing her,and won't stop asking who it was until she tells him,and then the "he's fucking dead" and Also the "you ever touch my wife again (not actually wife,but he was hoping) ill fucking kill you"

"My Wife."

Mickey Milkovich x Fem reader

Requested by: @youngcreatorlady

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Y/n gets pistol whipped, Mickey being Mickey.

A/n: If you don't like the Warnings please don't read. Anyone who has something to say about Mickey being straight in this story will be blocked 😁

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"Hey, Mandy!? Girl! You home?" Y/n yelled as she trudged through the livingroom.

"Yeah! I'm just taking a piss, one sec!"

Y/n shrugged and began looking around, a grimace forming on her face when she realized what a filth pit it was.

"What a fuckin dump." She whispered.

Just as Mandy was coming out of the bathroom, the front door swung open. Terry, Mick's dad nearly knocking into her.

"What the fuck!?" He yelped, obviously startled.

Terry suddenly pulled out his pistol and smacked her twice in the head with it, causing Y/n to fall to the floor with her ears ringing.

"Dad! Stop! That's Y/n!"

Terry was about to swing again, but when he heard Mandy's words and dropped his gun to the floor. The man stepped back in shock, he covered his mouth as he saw blood run from Y/n's ear.

___

Terry and Mandy had taken Y/n to the hospital, thankfully she wouldn't lose her hearing, the bruise was gonna be the worst part as well as the pain.

Y/n was in her room, standing in front of her mirror, attempting to cover the large bruise on the side of her face. A good portion of the bruise was covered by her hair, but it expanded partially onto her forehead and over her eye.

"Hey, Y/n!" Mickey's voice and clomping boots came from down stairs. "Y/n, baby. Where are you?"

She quickly started to stack her makeup palettes, and threw her bag in the drawer of her vanity. Mick's footsteps were right outside her door, Y/n locked eyes with herself in the mirror, the make-up didn't do shit to cover the bruise.

"Hey." He repeated as he entered her room, closing the door behind him. "I was gonna go down to the alibi, wanna-"

There was silence for a second, Y/n knew he had seen her face. His hand fell to her shoulder, gripping it gently as he turned her to him.

"What the fuck happened?" Mick's voice was stern. He gently grazed his thumb over her darkened skin, making her flinch.

"Who did this to you?"

Y/n didn't answer, she just dropped her gaze to the floor.

"Y/n, who?"

"Baby, it was an accident. He didn't mean to do it, Terry just-" She cupped her hand over her mouth, Y/n couldn't believe she just said his name.

"Terry? My father Terry?" He asked.

"Mick he-"

Mickey didn't let her finish, he was out her front door in a matter of seconds. He bolted down the street and busted into his place, grabbing Terry off the couch, slamming him into the wall and holding a gun up to his head.

"What the fuck did you do to her!?" Mick yelled.

"Calm down you son of a bitch! I didn't do shit-"

Mick's gun came down and smacked him in the side of the head, right where he hit Y/n.

"Is that what you did to her!? Huh!?"

"Mickey! What the fuck!?" Mandy yelled, plowing into the livingroom.

"Listen here you old fuck." Mick was right up in Terry's ear. "You ever touch My Wife again, I'll fuckin kill you."

With that he smacked him one more time and left the house.

Y/n stood in her kitchen, arms crossed and heart racing. "Did he kill terry?" She wondered.

The door was thrown open and Mickey came thundering over to her, Y/n was surprised when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Did you ki-"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah...I'm alright."

THE END ❤️

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #requested #mickey milkovich x fem reader #mickey milkovich x reader #mickey milkovich x ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #mickey milkovich x y/n #mickey milkovich x you

[fictionalmenxyn]

From anonymous,

Heya! hope ur doing well and i love your work and was thinking if i can request where y\n's a small girl member of tf 141 and they knew her for having cute stuff and they react to hearing you listen to rock\metal songs (like they didnt think she would be into those genre cos she's always on cute things 😂) That's all Thank you 💖💖

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Of course I can do this for you, this is a good idea! I love this consent as in person many friends of mine don’t know I actually listen to rock/ heavy metal since my father listened to it and I grew up on the music genre! I’m also doing well thanks, hope you are ok too :)

Ghost

His reacting would definitely be shocked

Like you literally have no band shirts, posters or anything that could show your into the music genre. Your room has loads of soft toys from the team from past Christmas’ and birthdays’

So it wouldn’t make sense if you listen to rock/metal???

If you were his s/o. Feel like they way he’d find out is that he’s casually laying on your bed while your showing and he hears Metallica blasting in the bathroom with you singing the lyrics word for word as if your James 😂 (Metallica’s lead singer)

If your not s/o then it probably be something like your both on a run and feel like he doesn’t find having music on is concentrating as he focuses on his surroundings and his heart beat as he is too paranoid

So while you two were on a jog he could hear your music as you like it loud and almost deafening which is always makes Ghost confused

Once you’ve finished listening to music he’d definitely ask ‘since when did you listen to that type of music?’ You tell him how long you have been listening and he’ll ask you types of stuff like what bands you listen to or what specific genre you like

He is very interested and invested in this once he’s found out and for your next Christmas or birthday depending on which comes first he’ll definitely buy you your first band shirt

Soap

Feel like he would definitely gasp!

Like when he hears the strong strumming on the guitar or the heavy beats of the drums he’ll gasp loudly and say ‘you listen to that music?!’

He’ll like Ghost ask when you started listening to it and he’s so shocked it’s like he just found out he won a million pounds

He loves spending time with you in your room as he says it’s the comfiest room cause of the toys or fluffy blankets and yet he’s never noticed your music taste

The man’s flabbergasted that’s all I say 😂

He’s like those type of people who gasp loudly and place a hand on their heart

He honestly thought you were the type of person to listen to One Direction or k-pop (I’m not trying to hate on the bands just giving examples)

Gaz

Honestly thought it was Ghost at first but when he heard your voice singing along to each lyric he ran to your room and knocked on your door

He’d say something like ‘since when the fuck did you listen to that type of music?!’

He honestly digs it. Cause I feel like he secretly listens to a few rock bands to but not metal (there is a difference)

He’d sit in your room or in the break room and ask if you went or wanted to go to any of bands/singers concerts and you told him a few

So that night he’d look at any available concerts and book tickets

Let’s say he became your favourite team member for a long long time

Price

Feel like he wouldn’t be surprised. Also feel like he wouldn’t be shocked cause he knew you were the type of person to have many interests but wouldn’t tell people

He like a few bands like AC/DC and Black Sabbath so when you two are alone you’d definitely offer to put a vinyl on or music on your phone

Feel like he’s a bit like Ghost. He’s invested on your obsession with the music genre especially for the person most people see you as he’s definitely asking at least ten questions

Buys you a few small trinkets or a poster as he wants you to show off your cool ‘hidden’ obsession as you like to show off your fluffy blanket collection or your obsession with plushies

Loves the idea of how your such a kind and cute person but listen to the most rock and roll/ metal music ever

Alejandro

He’d probably be like Gaz with the hand on heart followed with a gasp

He’d say ‘didn’t know you were into that type of music, mi amiga (my friend). Are you a metal head?’ You nod and he’d say something like cool or since when

Definitely gets you to list the bands/singers you listen to and notes them in his head so he could get you something relevant to the band/singer

Loves how you can talk for ages about the music genre and how facilitated you are with it

Also love the fact that you have more stuffed toys in your room than you have pillows and you have a lot of pillows

Rudy

Flabbergasted. He’s like another hearing their child swear

He’s like ‘since when?!’ Then you laugh and tell him about it and when you’d tarted listening to the genre

He then gets it and likes how you are ‘diverse’ going having a load of TY toys and a hella collection of fluffy socks and being so polite yet listen to the most strong and loud rock/metal music

Actually is impressed when you can to the scratchy voice (kinda like if you were singing korn, megadeth or Metallica maybe Iron Maiden songs)

Only things he doesn’t really enjoy is standing in HMV all day as you look through cds/vinyls. You take in everything when you go and search everything (much like my dad and I’m the one standing there forever, although I do look it’s just I can’t get vinyl as he won’t let me use his vinyl player 😖)

Thanks for making a good suggestion. If anyone wants to feel free to message or ask me any requests you’d like. Don’t be shy! It just will take a it if time to do it so don’t expect it exactly that day or the next.

Hope you enjoyed, have a good day/night :D

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[angelsunoo]

Can we get riki x reader argument with happy ending pls we love angst guys 😍

HI ANONNNNNN im currently on a break (or we could say inactive lolol) rn, but i could push this in!!!! I love angst too btw MY BIAS YALLLLL

+ school just started again sooo ive been really busy

ARGUMENT / n.rk.

PAIRINGS bf!riki x reader

GENRE requested, angst, fluff YUHHH

ABOUT you had an argument with your boyfriend.

WARNING swearing, argument. Reader is a bit possessive. All of these are a work of fiction. Ignore the cringe ass usernames in Twitter 😰

It was 7:30 pm. You were up scrolling thru twitter, frowning at every post that bitch made. Why the hell is she acting like Riki is her boyfriend?

You had a scowl on your face. 'Why are u so cute'.

They went on an arcade together. You audibly scoff. He declined your offer to go out with him just to be with that?

Honestly. That's ridiculous. Maybe I should unfollow her. She doesn't deserve my follow.

While you were thinking about ways to murder her, you were unaware that someone just arrived home.

"Hey, Y/N. " you jolt, nearly throwing your phone in the air.

"What the fuck.. " you curse out, placing your hand on your heaving chest. "Don't you know how to knock?" Your eyes widen. You didn't expect to sound so harsh.

"Oh, sorry if I surprised you." He rubs the nape of his neck. Your frown deepens. That's all he has to say? Ugh.

"You went to the arcade with Lei?" You crossed your arms, still with frown displaying your face.

He doesn't answer for a while, he was pulling out the tickets he earned from playing. He got a cute plushie too.

"Uh . Yeah." He casually says, still not giving you eye contact.

"Riki, look at me."

He looks at you with a confused look. "Why do you sound mad? Did I do something wrong?"

"Yeah. You did." You roll your eyes. Wow, does he really not see what's going on?

"What did I do?" He approaches you. He places his hands on your arms. In attempt to soothe you.

You backed away, causing him to let go of you, while your arms remained crossed. "You chose her over me."

"What do you mean?" He asks, with confusion. "Are you jealous I went out with her?" He shoots you a playfull grin, that was quickly removed by your hard glare.

"I'm not joking, riki." You cross your arms. Can't he read the room. You were genuinely upset, and it made you more upset that he failed to notice it. He doesn't respond, and stashed his tickets in a drawer.

"Hello???" You call out, peeking over to what he's doing. "Stop ignoring me asshole."

"What? I'm the asshole?" He glared back at you. Your eyes widen.

"Oh! So you're the one who's mad now." Your tone was a bit higher and harsh. He turns to you, mimicking your actions from earlier, crossing his arms.

"Literally, give me a break Y/N." He says, "She's just a friend. Why do you worry so much?"

"Excuse me? I'm no way near 'worried'." You retort, making air quotation marks with your fingers. "I'm just upset you declined my offer to go out!"

"Oh, then fucking swallow your pride and accept the fact I said no to you! You can't stand it it when someone refuses you, can you? You're being all bitchy to me this late at night." He raises his voice, his tone now also becoming harsher. "She's just a friend. Please don't make me say it again.." He walks away angrily. Leaving you in shock. You didn't mean it that way.

You're just....

"Riki! Come back here!" You shout. He doesn't reply and slams the door behind him. You feel water start to form around your eyes. You never seen him this furious to you.

Now you worry how you're going to sleep at night without his warmth radiating beside you on your bed.

You could barely sleep at night. Why?

Well...

1. You couldn't sleep without him

2. You feel guilty for being a total bitch last night.

3. You are worried of where he might have gone. Did he go to his friend's place? Where did he sleep?

4. Your worried on how your going to talk to him the next day.

This is bad.

Maybe I should text him?

You open your phone, a bit hesitant to text him. You were really ashamed of what you did last night.

Maybe I should just talk to him in school.

You arrived in school, nervously tapping your foot on the smooth marble floor.

Your eyes searched for him.

"Oh riki..." you whisper, your tone being impatient.

After a few minutes of waiting, you finally spotted him, walking with his older friend, Jungwon.

You suddenly feel shy to approach him, the image of his angry face still stuck in your mind made you feel so guilty and ashamed.

You realized your mistake. You shouldn't have been too dramatic yesterday. Riki can hangout with anyone he likes.

But to admit, his words kind of hit you too.

You gave up the idea of talking to him. You feel to ashamed to face him.

Riki on the other hand, is dying to see you again. He misses your embrace and your kisses.

He felt really bad for what he said and he wanted to apologize. He saw you earlier, you looked somewhat nervous? He was going to approach you but you just suddenly left. He thought you didn't want to see his face.

"Yo Riki!" He turns to see who called him, it was jake.

"Oh hey hyung." He said. Jake raises his brow, a bit confused with riki's unusual attitude.

"Hey, what happened?" Jake asked, caressing riki's back slowly.

"I.. I had a fight with Y/N. I said really mean things to her and now I don't think she wants to talk to me," riki says so nonchalantly, but in actuality, he wanted to scream and cry right on the spot.

"Well, you should talk to her," jake says, and riki rolls his eyes.

"Are you serious? I literally told you she didn't wanna talk to me."

"Nuh-uh! You said 'I think'. So means you're not sure if she wants to talk to you or not."

"It's just that... It could've gone a different way. Maybe If i didn't scream at her then maybe she wouldn't be mad at me?" He says unsurely, not knowing what to do. He misses you so much and just wished he was hugging you right now.

It was lunchtime, you said to your friend that you can eat alone. You placed your food tray with a heavy heart.

Sigh.

"Gosh, this day can't get any worse." You mumble, feeling no apetite to eat your food.

While you were busy playing with your food, you didn't know that someone sat infront of you.

"Hey, y/n. " you removed your gaze from your food to look who just sat infront you.

"O-oh! Riki..what you doing here?" You say trying to act casual, but he was able to see right through you.

"Why? Can't I sit with my girlfriend?" He playfully smirks at you, once he saw your red and flustered face.

God, y/n. Why are blushing at that?

"You've been playing with your food," he points out, "why don't I feed you, hm?"

You knew by his tone that he was teasing, and decided to play along.

Finally, he's yours again— I mean-! He has always been.

..

The end

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[daenysthedreamer101]

TVD S5 EP11&12 (mostly a rant about Tyler and Caroline)

I'm not even gonna talk about the first 10 episodes, Silas was annoying AF I'm glad he's dead. Also, Katherine as a human was hilarious.

Tyler deserved better. I said it. I never really understood the Tyler hate. Like, yeah he was a douche in S1 but if we're judging him by his S1 personality shouldn't we all hate Caroline by that logic? Cause she was kind of a bitch in S1.

Caroline sleeping with Klaus...yeah no I don't even know what to say. I knew it was coming, just didn't know when. It was dumb and just didn't really make any sense to me. I was never really on board with them, to begin with.

Why did Klaus come back to MF in the first place? To see Katherine dying? Anyways... It always felt to me like Klaus was being really pushy and trying to flirt with Care when she was obviously not into it (she seemed pretty content and happy with Tyler)

Like sir, you have a whole ass baby on the way (idk what happened with that storyline cause the Mikaelsons went to New Orleans and I'm not watching TO rn) and you're here in MF trying to hook up with a girl who repeatedly told you she wasn't interested. Dare i say, you look kind of pathetic.

Tyler my boy, you deserve better, you really do. And then, when he hears Care talking to a Katherine-possessed Elena about Klaus he is obviously heartbroken.

Look, Care, I like you, I really do, but I can't defend you on this one. It's preposterous to me that she's the one acting all shocked when Tyler gets upset. Like, you slept with the man who ruined his life, who killed your best friend's aunt (RIP Jenna you will always be missed), and oh, killed his mother! (RIP Carol you were innocent)

Also, this might just be me, but did everyone forget that Klaus was gonna kill Care in the sacrifice ritual thing back in S2? Maybe I'm just really bad at letting things go but I would never get over that? Like I would never want to be friends let alone anything more with a person who brought so much suffering to me and my friends.

You almost died because of him, twice! Damn it Caroline, where are your morals!?

Call it a moment of weakness I guess, but still, it was hella stupid. And then Stefan defends Caroline? Like no don't defend her she did a stupid thing!

Tyler is my guy and I like him. I understand not liking his character but you cannot seriously say that he was in the wrong in this situation. He had every right to be upset. And Caroline was stupid for what she did. Maybe it's because Klaus said "You'll never see me again" so she thought "fuck it, I might as well since he'll be gone for good" but still dumb af

The show has been off the rails since S4 it can only be worse from here lol

#rant post #tyler lockwood #you deserve better #i am so sorry #anti klaroline #anti klaus mikaelson #anti caroline forbes #tvd season 5 #the vampire diaries #vampire diaries #tvdu #tvd universe #tvd #forwood #katherine pierce #elena gilbert #tyler lockwood defense squad #i needed to get this out of my system #mystic falls