#which is why I’m not gonna make a big deal of responding to any of them

[wither-rose-circus]

Girl help the dream stans found me

#“nobody likes you” uuuwwwwwhh ur gonna make me cryyyy like your fucking streamer lmao #it is admittedly my fault for maintagging the post #like yeah no I absolutely provoked them and I’m not gonna act like I didn’t #which is why I’m not gonna make a big deal of responding to any of them #other than that one anon because it caught me so off guard #I just think it’s funny #blooming bud

[empresskylo]

can you make a fix of cod guys reaction to you getting into an argument with them, which causes us to flinch and cover our face from any impact because we had an abusive ex.

featuring Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz, Konig, & Alejandro

⊹ cod men x gn!reader

[ warnings ] domestic violence implications

cod masterlist

Ghost

He’d run his hand through his hair if he didn’t have this bloody mask on. Ghost looked down at you, his eyes narrowing in and scrutinizing your every minute detail. You tried to glare back, but you were feeling rather small with the weight of his disappointed glower. 

“You’ve got t’be more careful,” his voice boomed, though he was trying to keep it at a normal level. 

“I know, I’m sorry—”

“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it when you get someone killed,” he growled, taking a step in, closing the space between the two of you. 

You stepped back on instinct and bumped into the wall—trapped. You suddenly felt trapped. You knew that logically he wouldn’t hurt you, but something about his pissed-off demeanor and towering frame triggered something in you. Your breathing increased exponentially and Ghost watched helplessly as your chest rose and fell in rapid beats.

A bit taken aback by your response, Ghost raised a hand to grab your shoulder and you turned your head and shied away. You let out a small gasp as if waiting for him to land a blow on you. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, the entire moment passing by excruciatingly slow. That’s when you knew you fucked up. Ghost dropped his hand and his fist clenched, putting everything together all at once. Something inside him broke seeing you look at him like that—with fear in your eyes. It fucking hurt.

“M’not gonna hurt you,” he said in a much softer tone than earlier. He’d never lay a hand on you, even out of love, if you didn’t want it.

You blinked rapidly, forcing yourself to look up at him, your face inflamed. “I-I know. I didn’t… I don’t know why…” The words got lost in your throat. You were so embarrassed. 

“Who?” He asked sharply.

You tilted your head, your hands squeezing at your sides. Ghost took a step back to give you room, though he wanted nothing more than to step into you closer, to pull you against him. He didn’t care how annoyed he was with you, all that drifted away, unimportant nonsense he’d come back to later.

“ Who… ?” You repeated.

“Who. Hurt. You?” He bent over slightly, aligning his face with yours as he talked, making sure you couldn’t turn your face away from him. 

“J-Just an ex-boyfriend. It’s not a big deal. I don’t know why I responded like that. I-I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

Ghost sighed, his eyes dancing between yours. “No. I wouldn’t.” His voice was dark and deep again. “But I have nothin’ against hurtin’ that bastard.”

“Ghost, please.”

He straightened and rolled his shoulders, trying to suppress the bubbling anger. He looked down at you at last. “Can I touch you?” He asked softly.

You nodded, tears falling down your cheeks now. He tentatively took a step towards you and pulled you into his arms. He wrapped them securely around you and you nuzzled your face into his jacket. If he wasn’t so shocked over the way you responded to him, he’d be yelling at you to tell you who it was that hurt you so he could hunt them down. 

Instead, he clutched you close to him, trying not to think about the fear that crossed your eyes, even if it was momentarily. Even if it wasn’t because of him. He never wanted you to look at him like that again. Something rotten tugged at his heart as he felt you try to stifle your cries. Oh, he was definitely going to kill that bastard. And he was going to make it slow and painful.  

Price

You chased after Price as he made his way down the hall. “I swear I didn’t mean to—!”

He cut you off, spinning on his heels, making you bump into his chest and slam to a halt. “It doesn’t matter what you meant !” He yelled, losing his composure briefly. 

You flinched at his loud words, stepping away from him. It was a quick movement, a subtle tick of your face, your eyes squinted as you pulled your head away. You acted like this was something you were all too familiar with. 

Immediately Price’s anger shifted away from you and onto whatever bastard trained you to cower. 

His widened eyes traced your face and you slowly read his expression as he came to the realization of why you would flinch away from him when he shouted. You watched as several emotions crossed Price’s countenance. 

His voice was hushed as he edged closer to you, the deep baritone sending a shiver up your spine. “Y’don’t have t’tell me now,” his voice was so low as he spoke. “But you will tell me who, eventually.”

“John, I–”

He was always so gentle with you. But right now, the intense hatred for whoever this bastard was that harmed you, took over. He shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Don’t wanna hear it, doll. You will tell me who did this to you if it’s the last thing I get out of you.”

A wave of heat crossed your cheeks, his eyes boring into yours. You nodded meekly and his face softened. “Com’ere,” he cooed, opening his arms. You stepped into them and were immediately surrounded in the warm comfort Price brought you, one hand rubbing circles on your back and the other sliding up into your hair, tucking your head under his chin. 

“S’your not mad at me, anymore?” Your words muffled by his body. 

You felt his chest rumble as he spoke. “Could never stay mad at you.”

Soap

“Blood hell,” Soap whined, annoyed with you for hiding the arm wound you got the other day. 

“It’s not as serious as it looks,” you tried to convince him, your lips quirking into a weak smile. 

He closed his eyes to collect his last remaining patience. “Not serious—” he repeated, his words rising in several octaves as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’ve got twenty stitches in your arm! How the fuck is that not serious?!” 

He reached for your arm and you pulled it away, shuddering briefly from the brief touch of his fingertips. The two of you froze, his eyes darting to meet yours the second he saw the shift in your composure. 

“Gonna tell me why y’just did that?” He sat still in his seat, trying to steady his voice. 

“Did what?” You asked, attempting to play dumb, but the tears were already misting in your eyes. 

Soap sighed, his face dropping as he studied you. “Fuckin’ hell,” he said with displeasure. “You shoulda told me. I wouldn’t have—I woulda been more—” He lost his words, watching as a few stray tears fell down your cheeks. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said softly. His thumb came up to wipe the tears away, his hand then cupping the side of your cheek. “S’okay. M’not mad.” You leaned into his hand.. “Jus’ wish ya woulda told me.” You nodded and he gave you a weak smile. 

“Com’on, let’s get that bandage changed.” His voice was gentle as he coaxed you up, wrapping an arm protectively around you as he led you down to the infirmary. You would discuss this later. Right now, all he wanted was to make sure you felt safe in his arms.

Gaz

Gaz wouldn’t say he had anger issues… he just got passionate about the people he cared about, and sometimes that would come out in spurts of angry shouts. What he didn’t expect, was the way you reacted the first time he ever lost his cool in front of you. 

“I cannot fuckin’ believe Shepherd,” he growled. 

“Maybe we should just focus on the positive,” you said meekly, trying to help calm Gaz down.  

“Yeah? And what fuckin’ positive is that?!” He shouted as he paced back and forth. He regretted it the moment it left his lips. 

You squeezed your eyes shut at his words and brought your hands up for the briefest of seconds to cover your face. 

Gaz whispered your name and you instantly tried to compose yourself. You straightened and gave an awkward smile.

“That wasn’t at you,” he corrected, his eyes deflating as he watched you. “I-I’m sorry. I’d never hurt you,” he said wistfully, running his hand over his hair and cursing. He looked at you completely differently than he had just moments earlier. His entire demeanor shifted. He was suddenly staring at you with such intensity it made something well in your eyes. 

“No, Gaz. It’s not you.” That was the last sentence you could get out before the tears escaped. You quickly wiped them away and Gaz stepped towards you, resting both hands on either one of your shoulders. 

“Hey,” he said calmly. 

You gave him a sideways smile. “It’s just…” you tried to get the words out but they slipped away.

“S’alright. You don’t have to tell me.” His hands slid down your arms, giving you a squeeze before releasing you. “You know I’d never hurt you, right?”

You gave a small laugh. “I know that, Gaz.”

“Good.” He pulled you into his chest without asking, all his anger from earlier transforming into gentleness. “You can tell me when you’re ready,” he said into your hair. 

You nodded. “Thank you.” He held you a bit tighter and you closed your eyes in peace. You never wanted him to let go. 

König

He was frustrated with the way you were angry at him for insisting he do this mission alone. “You’re gonna get yourself killed!” You argued.

He had enough. He didn’t lose his temper often, but there was no way Konig was allowing you to come on a mission quite this dangerous. He pushed up from his chair, the table in front of him shaking as he did. 

He was a big guy, and you knew that, but the way he quickly took up the space of the room amazed you. “Verfickte Hurerei!” Fucking hell! he shouted. “Why are you pressing this so hard?!” He gestured towards you, his fists clenched and you winced. You cowered away, surprising even yourself with your actions. 

Konig watched you through his rapid blinking, dumbfounded by what just happened. It took him a second to process.

“Liebling?” He asked his voice back to its usual tone. “I wasn’t going to— fuck . I’m sorry.” A pang of guilt coursed through him. You thought he was going to hit you? Jesus Christ. He wanted to reach out to you but he refrained, knowing that might make things worse. 

“Konig,” you whispered and his eyes snapped to yours. He tilted his head, studying you as you regained your composure. “S’not you.” Your words were so faint it hurt his heart a little. 

He watched as you wiped away a stray tear. Your body had shifted back to how things used to be. Before Konig. 

Your lip quivered and you felt so small and embarrassed. Konig mouthed your name breathlessly and you blinked away tears before closing the distance between the two of you. You practically fell into his arms and he tightened them on you instinctively. 

“You okay, liebling?” He cooed, his hand stroking your hair. 

You nodded. “M’sorry.”

He pulled back so you had to tilt your chin and look up at him. “Don’t apologize.” His hand came up and stroked your cheek. 

“It’s not you,” you tried to reassure again, worried Konig was going to eat himself alive thinking you were afraid of him. 

“I know.” Your lips pinched together and Konig pulled you back into him. “You’re safe. You’ll always be safe with me.”

You felt tears fall; not out of terrible memories, but out of the love you felt radiating off of Konig. 

Alejandro

“Jesus, would you just listen to me?” You shouted. 

“Listen to you?! You haven’t heard a fucking thing I’ve been saying!” He yelled back. His accent was always heavier on his words when he was mad. 

He took a big step towards you, his knife still in his hand, covered in blood. You flinched when he approached so suddenly. His dark words and his fast movements made you duck in fear. 

Alejandro paused all his movements, startled by your reaction. “Jesus,” he mumbled, sheathing his knife and holding his hands up. “I wouldn’t hurt you, mi amor.” He shook his head in frustration with himself. His jaw clenched as he watched you look back up at him. How awful he felt seeing your beautiful features shrouded in fear. 

“I…” you swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. The yelling… I don’t know. It just made me think back to…”

Something inside Alejandro shifted at your faint words. “Mataré a ese bastardo,” I’ll kill that bastard , he growled. “Who was it? Who fuckin’ touched you?” 

You shook your head. “Alejandro, please. It was so long ago.”

He clenched his fist, his other hand coming up to the scruff on his jaw. He closed his eyes to try and contain himself. When he opened them, you could still see the darkness lingering behind them. “I don’t care how long ago it was, mi amor. I need you to tell me who it was.”

You frowned and he closed his eyes again before walking up to you and pulling you into his arms. “God. I swear I’ll fuckin’ kill him.”

You let out the softest of giggles at how dramatic he could be. But still, you felt so safe knowing he would go to the ends of the world to protect you. You felt him kiss the top of your head, mumbling something about being sorry for yelling. 

#ghost #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #cod #cod headcanons #ghost headcanon #ghost cod #ghost fanfic #simon riley fanfic #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #call of duty headcanons #fluff #angst #ghost angst #cod mw2 #smut #alejandro vargas #johnny mactavish #soap #soap cod #captain price #john price #alejandro varggas headcanons #captain price headcanons #soap headcanons #kyle gaz garrick

[trashymouthgremlin]

‘The Hair’s’ Hair Care

Inspired by this post by @babyboyargyle about Steve touching Eddie’s hair. I just wanted to write some fluff about these two getting together.

**************

Eddie wasn’t an insecure person. It was something that had aggravated his bullies to no end. Any attempts at what they had thought would be obvious insecurities for Eddie had done nothing. They were all met with a cocky grin and a “Is that the best you’ve got?”, which infuriated them further. Eddie took great pleasure in infuriating bullies.

No, Eddie wasn’t typically insecure, but since he and Steve “The Hair” Harrington had started flirting in earnest, there had been a few… Self-conscious thoughts that had been floating around his head. It was irritating. Eddie wasn’t insecure, but he really liked Steve. Sometimes he just… Worried. It wasn’t like they were together or anything, but Eddie found himself caring a great deal what Steve thought about things. 

They were sitting at the back of a movie theatre, the kids all scattered in the rows in front of them, and Eddie very aware of Steve’s arm draped over the back of Eddie’s seat. They were whispering their quiet, playful flirting. Steve’s fingers started playing with Eddie’s hair before he… He fucking recoiled. 

“You okay, Stevie?” Eddie whispered, alarmed. 

Steve was making some… Face? Disgust maybe? A thousand panicked thoughts raced through his brain, but he couldn’t remember what he had just said that could have been so bad. Surely nothing that different from their usual flirting, right?

Steve pulled back his arm, holding it almost protectively away from Eddie.

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with your hair?!” Steve hissed.

Eddie blinked at him. 

“...What?”

“Your hair! Why does it feel so dead!” Steve made an exaggerated face that Eddie would normally find hilarious, but he was still so taken aback by what Steve had just said.

“You… You’re upset about how my hair feels…?” Eddie asked, trying to wrap his head around what was happening. 

“Uh, yeah! What products are you using? Because they clearly aren’t working for you…” Steve was inspecting Eddie’s hair now, tutting disapprovingly. Eddie opened his mouth, but had no idea how to even respond to that. He turned back to the movie.

A few seconds passed, but he felt Steve’s eyes on him intently. He tried to ignore it, realising that of course hair was a big deal to Steve “The Hair” Harrington.

“You wanna fix my hair don’t you?” Eddie asked without even turning to Steve.

“Please!” Steve said, like he had been bursting to say it. 

Eddie laughed quietly, and looked at Steve out of the corner of his eye. Those big eyes were looking at him pleadingly, hopefully, and well… Eddie was a sucker for Steve. So he sighed, resigned, and waved his hand dismissively.

“Fine. But only once!” Eddie conceded. 

Steve leaned into Eddie’s shoulder with a victorious smile. 

“Oh, trust me, you’ll be begging for more,” he whispered smoothly. 

Eddie felt his stomach do a flip, and grinned back at Steve.

“Is that a promise?” Eddie asked, leaning his face leaning towards Steve. 

“Oh, absolutely,” Steve replied, “you won’t want me to stop.”

“We’ll see about that.”

~

A couple of days later Eddie was at Steve’s place. The Harringtons were out of town, which meant Steve had the place to himself, and he could invite Eddie “The Freak” Munson over without anyone the wiser. 

“I hope you’re ready for the one and only time you get to have your way with my hair,” Eddie said, folding his arms.

Steve smirked, gesturing for Eddie to follow as he climbed the stairs.

“I’m gonna change your life,” he said confidently. Eddie scoffed.

“Huge claim to make, you better be able to deliver Stevie.”

Steve hummed confidently as he led Eddie to the bathroom. Eddie froze in the doorway. The Harringtons had a huge bathroom, but that is something Eddie had expected. What he hadn’t expected was a huge bath with two chairs in it, with various bottles lining the edge of it. There was even a large jug of water and multiple towels set up. 

“Is it too late to back out?” Eddie asked.

“Yup! Take off your shoes and roll up your jeans,” Steve said as he was rolling up his own. 

Eddie sighed and did as he was told, also pulling off his jacket. He sat down in one of the chairs in the bath, directed by Steve. A very soft towel was placed over his shoulders, and Eddie started to feel those insecu- no… Concerns, creeping back in again. The striking different between his world and Steve’s world was always there, but it hadn’t been wrapped around his shoulders until now. Just a towel, and it felt so different. 

Eddie wondered if this was something the rich kids did pretty often. Pamper each other and do each other’s hair. It felt odd. 

Steve was still fussing around the room, when he brought a boom box into the room, sitting it by the doorway, and put on a tape at a soft volume. Eddie had expected Steve to play some disco or new wave music, but he was pleased to hear that it was rock music. It felt like a compromise Steve had made, and Eddie smiled to himself. 

Steve finally settled himself on the chair behind Eddie.

“Are you comfortable?” Steve asked softly. 

“Uh… Yeah, yeah,” Eddie replied. He felt a bit awkward, but it was too late to back out now. Steve had got all this ready for him.

“Good,” Steve sounded pleased, “tilt your head back for me and keep your eyes closed.”

Eddie did as he was told. Steve cupped a hand over the top of Eddie’s hairline as he poured warm water over his hair. He filled the jug of water from the bath tap beside them a few times, making sure Eddie’s hair was soaked through properly.

“Let me know if this hurts at all,” Steve said.

He picked up one of the products, shampoo, and lathered it through Eddie’s hair.

Eddie felt a tingle go up his spine as Steve gently massaged his scalp and hair. For a moment, he was almost embarrassed to admit how nice it felt, but after a while, he felt his whole body begin to relax. Even the occasional tug when Steve’s fingers found a knot didn’t bother Eddie.  Steve hummed again, this time in approval. 

“You beginning to enjoy yourself already?” He asked teasingly, but his voice was still soft.

Eddie sighed contently, sinking down in his chair.

“Do you have magic hands or something? That feels incredible,” Eddie murmured.

Steve laughed, “Yeah? You like my hands?”

Eddie hummed an affirmation, not embarrassed to admit it. Steve chuckled.

Steve cupped his hand over Eddie’s hairline again as he washed out the shampoo. Next up was the conditioner. 

Eddie felt Steve’s hands comb the product through his hair gently, trying to detangle it without hurting him, starting from the bottom and working his way up. He did the same with a wide-tooth comb. It was already more than Eddie had ever done to his hair.

“Do you do this much?” Eddie asked curiously.

“No, actually,” Steve replied. “You’re the first.”

“Really?” Eddie looked up at Steve while trying not to move. “You seem to really know what you’re doing.”

“Yeah, well, this is kinda just… The one thing I’m really good at,” Steve said with a slight laugh.

“That’s not true,” Eddie said with a frown.

“Oh yeah?” Steve asked, then leaned close to Eddie’s ear, “and what else do you think I’m good at?”

Eddie felt his face heat up, suddenly flustered. 

“Well, you’re a wonderful flirt, for one,” Eddie grinned up at Steve, who laughed.

“Yeah? Do you think I’m charming, Munson?” Steve smirked down at him, his eyes lit up with delight. 

Eddie liked seeing that look on his face.

“Absolutely. King of Charm, for sure,” Eddie nodded. Steve laughed again.

“Close your eyes,” Steve murmured, cupping Eddie’s hairline again and washing out the conditioner. He hummed for a moment, then stood up, getting out of the bath. Eddie moved to get up as well, but Steve tutted.

“I just need to get something, stay right there,” he said before disappearing. 

Eddie let his fingers drum on his leg to the music. He had been so apprehensive before, but this… This was nice. It had surprised him. Regardless of all the things the rest of their friends had to say about Steve, with Eddie he was unexpectedly gentle. 

Considering the circumstances they had met under, Eddie supposed that they sort of owed each other a certain level of gentleness. It wasn’t like this with the others, though. 

Steve appeared again, and Eddie flinched a little in surprise. 

“Sorry,” Steve said quietly, but Eddie just shot him a smile.

“‘S okay, I’m just not used to being this relaxed,” Eddie said. Steve beamed down at him like Eddie’s own person sun. His heart felt ready to burst.

He glanced down at the item in Steve’s hand.

“Is that a t-shirt?” he asked. 

“Yup, cotton,” Steve explained. When Eddie raised an eyebrow he continued, “You’ve got curly hair, so this is better to dry your hair with instead of the towels. I didn’t think about that before.”

Eddie closed his eyes as Steve took his seat behind him and started to dry his hair, gently lifting and squeezing with the t-shirt. No one had ever taken this much care with Eddie before. With all the flirting and dancing around each other that the two of them had been doing, Eddie had to admit that the care Steve took with him now felt different. It was like he could feel himself falling in love. 

Of course, there were any number of things that Eddie admired about Steve now. He cared about the kids deeply, he threw himself into danger if it meant helping people. Steve was brave and caring, and of course he was funny, sarcastic, and very easy on the eyes too. All of that would be enough, but this was more. This, despite Steve just washing his hair, felt more intimate than anything Eddie had felt before. He started chewing on his lip as he realised the weight of that feeling on his heart.

Steve’s hands stopped, and he leaned forward.

“Hey, are you okay?” he said, barely above a whisper.

Eddie’s eyes opened, looking into Steve’s big, worried ones. He was so damn attentive… Fuck.

“Y-yeah… I’m fine…” Eddie murmured, not sure how to pull his eyes away. He felt… Vulnerable. 

Steve’s eyebrows creased together, looking intently into Eddie’s eyes, as though a secret might reveal itself there. Eddie gulped. 

“N-no… No one’s ever done something like this for me…” Eddie said, finally pulling his eyes away. “It just… Feels…”

“Intimate?” Steve supplied. Eddie nodded. 

Steve’s hands resumed drying Eddie’s hair with the t-shirt and he hummed.

“I guess it is. I would only do this for people I felt really close to,” Steve said thoughtfully. 

“Yeah? Would you do this for Robin or Dustin?” Eddie asked curiously.

“Probably,” Steve replied, but there was a pause. “Maybe not this, though.”

Eddie was about to ask what, when he felt Steve’s warm lips on his forehead. Eddie’s breath caught in his through. His forehead tingled against those soft lips. He felt Steve smile against his skin before he pulled back, picking up another bottle of product. He rubbed it in his hands before running them through Eddie’s hair. 

Eddie’s mouth pulled slowly into a wide grin, and he relaxed back into the chair once more. Steve started massaging his scalp again, and Eddie hummed in enjoyment. They spent so long like that, Eddie was sure Steve hadn’t needed to massage his head for this long, but there was no way he was going to complain. It felt like heaven on earth. 

When Steve did stop, he helped Eddie over the side of the bath, and dried his feet from the excess water. Eddie watched him as he was kneeled down in front of him, focused on his task. When he looked up, Eddie surged forward, his lips meeting Steve’s. Steve made a muffled sound of surprise, but melted into the kiss quickly, a hand going to the back of Eddie’s neck. 

They pulled apart, and Steve was smiling at him so sweetly. Eddie felt like his heart might just stop permanently then and there. 

“So, you’re going to let your hair dry naturally,” Steve started, and picked up three of the bottles and a comb. “And you are going to use all three of these separately. I know you’re using the two in one shampoo and conditioner, but I want you to just throw that in the bin, okay?”

A fond smile crept over Eddie’s features, and he nodded. 

“You can’t just wash my hair every day?” he asked.

“Well you shouldn’t be washing it every day, just every second or third day,” Steve said firmly.

“So… I can’t just get you to wash it every second or third day?” Eddie asked, leaning into Steve’s space again with a sly smile. 

Steve smirked.

“Well, you told me this was just a one time thing, right?” Steve said innocently, but there was glint in his eye. “Or are you finally going to beg me for more?”

“Please?” Eddie said instantly, trying to flutter his eyes at Steve, who pretended to be considering it. “Pretty, pretty please?”

“Mmmm… Maybe just once more,” Steve said, leaning in until their lips were almost touching. 

“Pretty, pretty, pretty please?” Eddie breathed.

Steve cupped his face as he kissed him. Steve pulled away, looking at Eddie with a pleased expression. 

“Yeah, okay,” he said simply, making them both laugh. 

~

Eddie’s hair had dried. Steve was convinced it would take a while for his hair to adjust and repair, but Eddie couldn’t deny that it was definitely better than the scruffy curls he usually had. 

They were sitting together on Steve’s couch, watching a movie. Steve’s arm was once again draped across Eddie’s shoulders. He was playing with Eddie’s hair, and this time he wasn’t cringing. Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t like the feeling. It was soothing. He fell asleep like that, resting on Steve’s shoulder. Steve smiled down at him, giving him another kiss on the head, hugging him close. 

Eddie would admit later that Steve had been right. A hair wash really did feel like it had changed his life, and he would absolutely be begging for more. 

#lil fics #my writing #steddie #steddie fluff #i am laughing at my own title for this but i am very pleased with it too tbh

[laddieseddiemunster]

Could you possibly write some nsfw for Marko (he’s my favorite) to where he comes to the fem!readers job and he starts to get handsy to the point where he’s fingering her on her break please. If not that’s totally okay! Have an amazing day.

i see, i see. hehe. basically, i chose waitress for the job because that seemed easy lol.

hope you enjoy!

Night Shift (Marko x Fem!Reader)

warning(s): nsfw, fingering, minors dni

working at night was never a walk in the park. for starters, creeps usually come at night which isn’t comforting at all. they haven’t gotten out of hand, and let’s hope they don’t start to. second, by the end of the day the restaurant is usually a complete mess with trash and rotten food that had been left on the floor probably from some kid. of course, you get the fantastic job of cleaning the place up. amazing, isn’t it?

today was unfortunately one of those days. there was napkins and chewed up food all over the floor, and you were by no means excited for this task. you wanted to get this job over with, so you grabbed the broom and trash bin and got started.

it was half passed twelve, and you started to question why you even agreed to work these hours. the only good thing about it was there were never too many customers around this hour, so at least you wouldn’t get any interruptions, or so you thought.

most of the trash was under the tables. kids of course. so you had to bend down in order for the broom to reach all the trash on the floor. in doing so, you felt two hands grip onto your hips. you gasped and immediately stood up straight only to notice that the mirror in front of you didn’t show anyone behind you. therefore, you immediately knew who it was.

“did you miss me?” marko asked while planting open mouth kisses on the back of your neck.

you shivered slightly as a result of his ice cold lips. “not right now! i’m working!”

“so am i,” marko said into your ear as he gripped onto your hips.

“marko, you’re gonna get me fired,” you groaned and slapped marko’s hands away. you turned around to see that he had a big smirk on his face. his eyes were glued to your lips before they trailed down slowly until they stopped at the target he wished to engage at that very moment.

you put your index finger on his chest to push him back. “don’t do that. not here,” you said with a slight crack in your voice.

marko chuckled. “i can’t help it.” despite your orders he grabbed onto your hip with one hand and massaged it. “you don’t know what you do to me.”

you sighed. marko was so stubborn.

he used the hand that was massaging your hip to pull you closer to him. this time you didn’t pull away or reject him.

“you look overwhelmed. i’ll make you feel better.” the smirk on his face somehow got bigger.

you considered your options. if you got caught with marko you’d definitely lose your job as well as your sanity. although, you were feeling stressed and having a moment with marko couldn’t hurt.

“what am i going to say to my co-workers in the back?” you asked searching for possible interference.

“tell them you’re going out for a smoke.” marko brought his head down a bit to give you his puppy dog eyes. you were feeling more convinced the more you considered it. “come on,” he whined. “what do you say?”

you looked around the restaurant to see if there were any customers which there weren’t. with that you turned around quickly and gave marko a hard and sloppy kiss on his lips while slightly pulling the back of his hair. he responded immediately and wrapped his arms around your lower back. the kiss lasted about ten seconds before you pulled away and looked directly into his eyes. you gave him a small smile.

“i like that answer,” he said with a cocky grin which made you roll your eyes.

“i’ll be right back. don’t miss me too much.” you gave him a wink.

marko’s plan worked like a charm. you went into the kitchen and told the chef that you were going out for a smoke. he nodded not even looking your way. you didn’t have time to deal with his attitude. he was probably just as overwhelmed as you were. with his reply you quickly walked back to marko and pulled him into the break room. he shut and locked the door behind him, and then he eyed you like he did before.

“at last,” he uttered and put his hand on your jaw to give you a kiss on your lips. you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, and his hands found a place on your hips. without breaking the kiss, marko backed you into the counter and grabbed onto the back of your thighs to put you onto the counter. he left your lips to attach his onto your neck. the long passionate kisses he left on your neck caused you to extend your head back.

with one hand, marko spread your legs and his fingertips found their way under your skirt. you felt him going further, and he dragged his index finger up your clothed pussy.

you squirmed in his grasp. “marko,” you whimpered. “my boss is going to hear.”

“well, you better be silent then,” marko whispered in your ear. he used both hands to pull your underwear off and let it hang on your ankles. he removed his face from your neck to give you one last kiss on your lips. you whined a little when he pulled away, but you knew what he was doing. that little shit loves to see your reactions as you become a moaning mess under his fingers.

marko rested one hand on your thigh and his other went to work. he started slowly by just barely rubbing against your wet pussy. then he used his fingers to open you up and let just the tip of his index finger enter you.

“come on, marko. hurry up,” you groaned as you tried to push yourself more onto his fingers.

marko chuckled. “needy.” he pushed another finger into you, but this time he went deeper. he started to pump his fingers into your pussy slowly. you closed your eyes and your breath started to get shaky. you gripped onto his shoulders and let out a soft moan when you felt his thumb on your clit.

“please, marko please,” you begged. he replied by barley pressing his lips on the edge of your lips. marko started to go a bit faster. his two fingers inside you were pumping at a faster pace, but what was really making you go crazy was his thumb circling your clit. your thighs started to shake up and down as you tried to suppress your moans which was getting harder and harder each second. marko dragged his thumb slowly down your clit which you let out an audible moan to. you buried your red face in his neck hoping to god no one heard you.

marko was enjoying every second of this. he curled the two fingers that were inside your pussy which made your thighs jump. you moaning against his neck was enough to make his cock harden, but this wasn’t about him. marko quickened the pace of his thumb, and circled it deep against your clit. by now you were biting your lip desperately trying to keep your moans at bay. it was nearly impossible as you started to feel yourself getting close to orgasm.

“marko, i’m close,” if it weren’t for his jacket your nails would be cutting the skin off his shoulders.

“you’re close?” marko teased. “just off of my fingers?” he wasn’t slowing the pace at all as he spoke.

“shu-shut up,” you softly uttered as a moan escaped you. your orgasm was there and you were ready for a release.

“go ahead, baby,” marko whispered in your ear which was all you needed. instead of letting everyone in the restaurant hear your loud moans he pulled your face away from his neck and kissed you as you came. swallowing all your noises.

there was a mess in between your thighs, but you didn’t care about it in the slightest. marko pulled his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth to lick them clean. as you were catching your breath, marko started to pet your hair. “how do you feel now?”

“like a million bucks,” you laughed which caused him to laugh too. marko lifted you off the counter and helped you put your underwear back on. it wasn’t a lie though. you’ve probably never felt so good at work before. marko gave you a few long kisses on your lips before smiling and walking away.

“where do you think you’re going?” you asked raising your eyebrows.

marko opened the door, but turned back towards you to flash you a smirk. “i’m hungry,” he said and winked at you before leaving the room. you scoffed but still smiled to yourself. that jerk.

#ignore the fact that i havent written in about a year and a half #the lost boys #marko the lost boys #marko lost boys #the lost boys marko #lost boys marko #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys movie #the lost boys headcanon #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys david #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys paul #paul the lost boys #the lost boys x reader

[idontplaytrack]

You & I

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort. quarrelling, coarse language

In which reader’s home life is a mess and she would always run to Janis for comfort and safety.

Requested? Yes / No

p.s. I dunno if y’all are expecting a long one but its a pretty short one, I’m sorry😬

“I told you, I don’t care what you think- I go to work, and you’re at home so the chores are your problem.” Your Dad yells, his voice making your breath hitch. You tried to tune it out and just continued shoving whatever you could into your backpack, periodically glancing at your phone to see if Janis has responded to your text asking if you could go over.

“What the hell does she do all day?!” You heard vaguely. Screwing your eyes shut, you continued hearing, “She goes to school two, three days a week barely a few hours a day. You can’t ask her to help out?! It’s all on me?!”

With tears pricking at your eyes, you forcefully zipped up your backpack, grabbed your phone and made a mad dash down the stairs and straight to the front door. Nothing else was more important than getting out of that house before they could stop you, and before things got worse and stuff gets thrown everywhere. It was a goddamn blessing that Janis lived just 10 minutes away from you, so you could walk there. She calls you while you were on your way there, but she’s already responded to your earlier text that you could be over there anytime. You didn’t pick up, though. You were trying as hard as you could not to breakdown while in public.

Finally arriving at Janis’s you stood in front of her door, pressing the doorbell as you breath became laboured and the dreaded lump in your throat makes its presence known rudely.

“y/n.” Janis answered the door, knowing it was you. “Come on in, darling. I texted you to ask you to wait for me but you didn’t reply so I guessed that you were already on your way.”

The reason for your visit was almost instantly given away by the disheveled look of yours bulky backpack on your shoulder. She takes the backpack from you and led you to sit down. You did so, following her lead as you desperately attempted to blink your tears away. Janis wasn’t big on hugs but she saw you about to cry, she engulfs you in a hug without any hesitation, rubbing your back and telling you that you were okay. That’s never worked out well for you- you’ve always burst into tears when she says that.

Maybe it was because you knew you were truly safe here, physically and emotionally.

“Did they hit you, baby?” She asks quietly.

“No.” You choked on a sob.

She slowly broke away from the hug after a minute or so, analysing your arms and legs. “Babe, what’s the deal with that redness on your thigh?”

You looked at where she was pointing at, realising what she meant. “I was rushing around my room to pack my stuff into my bag, in a hurry. Bumped into a corner of my desk and it broke the skin.”

“You didn’t feel that?” Janis asks, worried.

“I didn’t. Until you pointed it out.” You winced.

She nodded, “Alright. I’m gonna go get the stuff to help you clean that up and a bandaid.”

You weren’t sure why, but once she even started to stand up, you started crying, telling her to stay with you. “Honey, it’s okay. I’m just going to get the first-aid kit. You’re bleeding.” Janis’ words were direct but not harsh. A small sigh falls from her lips as she took you by the hand to go grab the necessary items together with her. She wasn't mad at you and typically, you'd know that. But currently, you were so on the edge from what happened at home that every little thing could make you sob and have a meltdown.

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As she dabbed the cotton pad with antiseptic on your wound to get it clean, you seethed, barely able to keep still as tears threatened to prick your eyes. "I'm sorry, baby. I know, it stings but I don't want it to get infected." She continues to do so while talking at you, as though a tactic to distract you and get you to focus on her instead. Did it work? Barely.

She carefully places a bandaid over the cleaned cut and told you she was going to throw away the trash in her hands. Now that you were a little bit calmer than before, you let her walk away alone. It didn't even take her a minute and you could see her, but in your mind, you know you just simply could not be alone until you felt completely safe and normalcy returns for you.

She asks you what you wanted to do but you didn't know. Nothing was on your mind. She asks if she could put her arms around you and hug you, knowing that sometimes, you didn't like that. But this time, you agreed to it. "Okay."

"Okay." Janis said back, gently wrapping her arms around you to hold you as she sat together with you on the couch. "Do you want the TV on or off?"

"It's fine, leave it on. You were probably watching something before I came over." You say, snuggling against her chest.

“Rewatching. Charmed.” She smiled a little, “You wanna watch with me?”

“So you can tell me I look like one of the sisters again?” You joked.

“Maybe.” She grins.

“Come on, you know you like the show. Stop denying it.” She giggled, reaching for the remote to press play.

“Which one’s your favourite?” You asked mindlessly, not intending on focusing on the show.

“Baby, I’ve told you this- Phoebe Halliwell was my gay awakening.” Janis replies.

“Really? I thought it was Prue.”

“Maybe her too.” Janis hugs you tighter, “So you were listening.”

“Of course I was.”

Unknowingly, you were at ease, no longer struggling to breathe or on the verge of tears. “I like Prue.” You mentioned casually.

“Oh, yeah?” She looks at you, brushing the hair out of your face as she presses a kiss on your lips, “Maybe I should give you a little treat some time and dress up like her.”

You chuckled, kissing her in reciprocation. “Thanks. For cheering me up. And…everything, really.”

“Anytime, darling.”

#auli’i cravalho #janis ‘imi’ike #janis ‘imi’ike x fem reader #x reader #reader insert #female reader #hurt/comfort #fluff #crush #wlw fanfic #wlw post #lgbtqia #queer #fanfic #mean girls 2024

[hecckyeah]

two weeks of chenford challenge day 4 - april 19th

prompt: open door

type: ficlet

important side note: I have plans for this to expand it, but I literally fell asleep in the middle of writing the next part which is why it's a day late, but since this was cute enough on its own I thought I would post it for y'all anyway, to have something for yesterday's challenge :) HOWEVER. stay tuned for the finished product soon!!

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In Which Lucy's Apartment Desperately Needs Proximity Sensors . . .

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As Tamara pushes the door open, all that’s on her mind is a hot bowl of noodles and a couple episodes of Stranger Things waiting for her after that day she just had at school. Gen ed has its perks, but logic class is not one of them. She’d been thoroughly humbled by the midterm exam, walked through a bowl of yogurt some idiot had spilled in the cafeteria, and fell asleep in anthropology – the one class with that sort of professor that has an eagle eye and a tendency to dock any student whose behavior he finds “unbecoming of a university student.”

But as her key clicks in the lock and she shoves open the heavy apartment door, only to see her roommate and said roommate’s boss with their respective faces at a physical proximity that is definitely not LAPD standard regulation, her brain takes a moment to catch up with her eyes.

It’s almost comical how fast and how far the two immediately fly apart, practically shoving each other away, putting as much distance between them as physically possible in such a small space. They look absolutely stunned, guilty, and just a little bit dazed.

She has no idea how to respond, except to flee.

“Oh, I . . .” Tamara drags out the word and points behind herself out the hallway. “I should probably go.”

“No!” Lucy exclaims, almost a little too quickly. “This is work.” Her hands are hidden under her sweater sleeves as she gestures broadly at Tim, who looks about ready to jump out the window. “This is . . . work.”

“Yeah,” Tim agrees. “We’re – We’re going undercover, and–”

“Hey, hey,” Tamara interjects. The why doesn’t matter, just that she clearly overstepped her roommate boundaries and they obviously need their space at the moment. No big deal. “It’s cool, I mean you don’t have to explain yourself.” She would just crash at Drake’s place. His sister probably has a set of pajamas she could borrow. “I should probably go.”

But again, Lucy is adamant that she stay, and as Tim rattles off some half-formed, awkward excuse and practically sprints out the door, barely sparing Tamara a sideways glance and a rushed, “Bye,” she has to wonder what the hell just happened.

She can tell Lucy isn’t ready to explain herself yet. She holds back the gut reaction she has to laugh and spares her roommate’s feelings by simply tilting her head and waiting for her to say anything. But Lucy only stares back, clearly too caught up in the whatever just happened to form any sort of coherent thoughts or sentences, so Tamara makes the executive decision and relieves them both of the pressure to communicate.

“. . . I’m gonna go to my room.”

“Yeah,” Lucy immediately agrees. “Me too. Good.”

And just like that, both the bedroom doors click closed, and Tamara throws herself onto her bed, feeling a laugh bubbling up in her chest as she stares at the ceiling in stunned silence. If that wasn’t the most awkward interaction she’s ever seen or experienced, she doesn’t know what was. 

One thing’s for sure, though: This is a story she cannot wait to hear.

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#chenford #the rookie #two weeks of chenford 2024 #tamara collins #lucy chen #tim bradford

[4kominato]

Part II: Let Me Love You

[[ Part I ]]

A/N: hi friends! im back with a little surprise hehe 😬 i really wanted to do a continuation of this one since yknowww kazutora is my fav and im a hopeless romantic... i just couldnt leave it as a one night stand 🤧

@yukihime-mikeys-girl if youre still around!! 🫰🏻

Pairing: Hanemiya Kazutora x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff(ish towards the end), Smut - SEXUAL CONTENT

[[ WARNING ]] contains Tokyo Revengers season 1 spoilers

Word Count: 4.3k

The bell on the front door jingled as you pulled it open, allowing yourself into the familiar pet shop run by none other than your bestie, Chifuyu, who rudely failed to greet you upon your entry.

“Not gonna say ‘hi’ or anything?” you snapped as you walked up to the register where Chifuyu was tidying up and preparing to close the shop.

“Hi,” he responded sarcastically to your snarky comment, not even glancing up at you as he continued on with what he was doing.

“Brat,” you jeered before moving on, “Where’s Tora?”

“Beats me.”

“Damn, are you salty today or what?” you remarked with a scoff. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just… so annoying. Why is it him? He didn’t do anything special, but the girls are always swooning over him… What about me?” he pouted with a slight tinge of pink tinting his cheeks and tips of his ears.

“What girls are you even talking about? Me?”

“And literally all the cute female customers…”

“Aw, Chifuyu. You’re cute too, just a bit soft is all,” you teased, poking his cheek to which he smacked your hand away. “It’s not like I’m dating Kazutora anyways. You don’t need to make a big deal out of it.”

“Yeah, but… at least he’s getting some…”

“Hm, but you’ve always struck me as a more of a relationship kind of guy. If you really want, I’m sure I can find a friend who’d be down to hook up with you.”

“That’s cheating if you set me up...”

“Fine. Have it your way. But seriously, where’s Tora? My dick appointment is late.”

“Ugh,” Chifuyu huffed with a disgruntled groan before making his way to the back of the shop where the staff room was. “Kazutora, your fuck buddy is here!” he yelled almost too loudly considering the shop was still open… At least there weren’t any customers.

“Geez! Why are you yelling something like that?!” Kazutora replied, obviously flustered when the two of them emerged from the back.

“You should be grateful you have a fuck buddy y’know,” Chifuyu snapped back.

“I never said I wasn’t?” He shook his head in disbelief, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked up to you, “What’s up with him today?”

“I think he’s on his man-period. While you were in the back, he was bitching to me about not getting any. Maybe we should invite him for a threesome next time,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, no…” Kazutora grimaced at the idea and quickly urged you out of the shop. “Kay bye, Chifuyu! See you tomorrow,” he waved as the two of you walked briskly to your car and hopped in. “I think… he might be jealous of me actually. He was talking to me earlier about how he’s had a crush on you ever since he met you. Did you know?”

“Yeah,” you answered without further elaboration, focusing rather on starting the car and heading over to Kazutora’s apartment.

“And…?” he prodded, unsatisfied with your answer.

“And… he’s not my type…” you admitted with a shrug. “That’s why we’re just friends.”

“Oh…” was all he managed to say, leaving the rest of the car ride silent. He didn’t really know what he was expecting you to say, but he expected a little more than that. It made him think more about how you’d approached him at the New Year’s party a few months before. You were pretty aggressive in your advances with him so does that mean… he’s your type?

Once you’d parked the car, the silence continued as the two of you made your way up to Kazutora’s unit, though, the lack of conversation didn't really bother you since your only goal at the moment was getting some dick. The moment Kazutora opened the door, you wasted no time swiftly guiding him over to the couch where you straddled his lap. Your arms encircled his neck, and without hesitation, you crashed your lips against his, smoothly sliding your tongue into his mouth. Although he was reciprocating physically with his hands running up and down your thighs, and his lips and tongue moving in sync with yours, mentally, you sensed he wasn’t fully into it given his efforts were ever so subtly lacking compared to your usual sessions.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?” you asked worriedly as you sharply pulled away from him.

“U-uh… Yeah, I’m fine,” Kazutora replied nervously, cupping your cheek in his hand and trying to pull you back into a kiss, but you resisted.

“Don’t lie… I can tell you’re not fully into it and you've been all weird since the car ride.”

He let out a defeated sigh, knowing he’d been found out and there’s no way you’d be letting him off the hook now, so reluctantly, he answered.

“It’s just… you mentioned earlier that Chifuyu isn’t your type… but you seemed so determined to talk to me at the party. So I was just thinking…” he trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence out of embarrassment.

“That you’re my type?” you suggested.

“Uh… well…” he chuckled nervously, a tinge of pink tinting his cheeks and ears as his eyes fell to the floor. “Yeah…”

“Well, duh,” you scoffed, “I thought that was the first thing I expressed to you that night at the party.”

“Yeah, but… why? I just can’t understand…” he vented quietly, “Chifuyu is so much better than me… And if not him, there are so many other cool guys in Toman too, so… why me?”

“Well, if you’re going down that road…” you started, pausing for a moment before elaborating. “There is someone else in Toman I used to like. We met in high school and we used to hang out all the time. I’d always help him study, and then we’d go get taiyaki after… and sometimes if I was lucky, he’d take me for night rides on his bike…”

“Mikey…” Kazutora muttered under his breath, remembering how you’d told him Mikey was your high school classmate when you had introduced yourself.

“Yep,” you answered with a half hearted smile, “He introduced me to some of the Toman guys, mostly the captains and vice captains. That’s how I got to be friends with Chifuyu.”

“So what happened with Mikey?” he inquired further.

“He rejected me,” you answered bluntly. “That was hm… I don’t know, maybe a little less than a year before that party. It took a few months or so for me to get back on my feet because that rejection really hurt. And then after that, I went through a ‘hoe phase…’ I did actually consider sleeping with Chifuyu during that time but… I'd figured out he had feelings for me so, y'know, didn’t wanna lead him on and hurt the poor guy. It wasn’t until a month-ish before the party that I fully recovered from the heartbreak… and then I met you.”

“But we’re only hooking up… if you’re looking for something serious then why not go for Chifuyu? You said you’re over Mikey now, aren't you?”

“I get where you’re going with this, but I really don’t think I’m meant to be with Chifuyu,” you insisted, brows furrowing in frustration. “Call me dumb if you want. I don’t give a shit, but to me, it feels like fate brought us together, whether we're exclusive or not. I just don’t think it was a crazy coincidence that you walked into my life the very moment I was ready to move on.”

“Hate to break it to you, but I think you’re gravely mistaken,” Kazutora scoffed almost passive aggressively, “Are you forgetting I rejected your relationship proposal? We won’t be anything more than fuck buddies if I don’t allow it. I’m telling you now, if a relationship is what you’re looking for, then Chifuyu’s your guy, not me. Trust me, he’s better for you.”

“Why do you keep saying things like that? You can’t decide who’s better or worse for me. I’ll decide that for myself!”

“Kinda hard for you to judge that when you don’t even know shit about me,” he sassed, making your blood boil.

“Then why don’t you tell me more about yourself, dammit!” you lashed out now on the verge of tears as you furiously clenched the collar of his shirt, “I want to know more about you, but you won’t tell me a damn thing! How the hell would you know how I’ll feel when you tell me everything? You’re just making assumptions and putting your own words in my fucking mouth!”

“You don’t get it because you don’t know!” he snapped back, “Anyone in their right state of mind would hate me if they knew.”

“Well maybe I’m fucking insane then! No matter what excuses you come up with, you still can’t decide for me how I feel about you! After all this time, I–I’ve grown to love you so much, Kazutora, you don’t even understand…” Your voice trailed off into a fit of sobs as you finally released his shirt, your arms falling limp while your head fell forward onto his shoulder.

As much as he wanted to comfort you, he couldn’t. Not knowing he was hiding such a dark secret from you. How could he bear to touch and hold someone as precious as you in his filthy, bloodied hands? He wanted to be selfish and keep you for himself while running away from the shadow that loomed over him. He thought that maybe if he just kept running with his eyes closed and never looked back, then it’d go away… maybe. But at the same time, another part of him knew it was never going away and his ignorance of the subject was unfair to you and would only hurt you in the end; if anyone deserved to know, it was you, whether he liked the outcome or not.

“Thank you… for loving me, but falling for me was a huge mistake…” he replied dully, his aura becoming suddenly cold and lifeless. “The person who killed Baji and Shinichiro… was me.”

Amidst your little sobs and sniffles, you couldn’t help but gasp in shock at what you’d just heard. It resurfaced a memory of a conversation you’d had with Mikey way back when, during one of your night bike rides with him:

“Y’know the guy I mentioned who killed Shinichiro? The same guy killed Baji too. I’ve forgiven him in my head, but in my heart… it’s still hard for me to accept. It’s not like forgiveness can bring either of them back, y’know?”

It was Kazutora, you thought to yourself as you sat still, cries finally ceasing though tears continued to fall. There was no ill intent in your reaction, but for Kazutora, the silence was so piercing that he just couldn’t bare it.

“See, I told you,” he retorted, carefully untangling himself from you in preparation for his escape. “No one would love a murderer. Just leave.”

The moment he stood up from the couch and started storming off to his bedroom, your body moved on its own, shooting up in an instant to chase after him, and thankfully you caught him in the doorway just before he could lock himself in.

“Why?” you whined, tears streaming down your face once more as you held tightly onto his waist, your head pressed firmly against his back. “Why do you keep making your own assumptions?” You waited for an answer, but there was nothing. He only stood there slumped in defeat, so you continued on with your monologue, “I get that it’s hard to tell people about something like that. I get that it’s hard to live with a burden that heavy. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t shocked, but that doesn’t do anything to change how I already feel about you. Yes, maybe you did something horrible in the past, but people aren’t stagnant. People can change over time, and the Kazutora I fell for in the present isn't the same Kazutora from the past. The Kazutora I fell for is caring and loving and fun to be around and I can’t imagine a life without him. Please don’t let your past hold you down and stop you from living the life you want to live…”

“But…” he started, voice cracking as his breath hitched in his throat, “I-I don’t even deserve to live… why should I live how I want?” Holding a hand up to his face he began to sob, his unsteady figure slipping through your arms as he sank to the floor. “I stole not one, but two innocent lives… I… should be dead…”

Kneeling down next to him, you hugged him from the side, even tighter than you had earlier and spoke softly against his neck, “I’m not saying you can’t feel guilty or to forget what happened, but even if you do feel that way, you still have to move forward. If you keep sitting around sulking and dwelling on something you can’t change, then you’ll just be in the same spot forever. Everything in life has a lesson to be learned and even in the worst situations, you have to find what that is so that you can grow and improve in the future. You can’t keep hating and reprimanding yourself forever. I think you’ve already taken a lot of time feeling sorry; now it’s time for you to start doing something about it.”

Though he’d heard every word you said, he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge you in his overly emotional state. Gently, you tucked some of the blond strands that hung over his face behind his ear, revealing his glossy, reddened eyes and a steady stream of tears rolling down his pale cheeks. Leaning in, you placed a chaste peck to his lips, then pressed your forehead against his. “I know you’ve been struggling to love and accept yourself and it’s understandable given your situation. But since you can’t right now, then please let me. More than anything, I want to embark on this journey with you and help you as much as I can, every step of the way.”

Still, you received no verbal acknowledgement, but rather he responded through actions, breaking out of your embrace so that he could hold you in his arms instead. He held you so tightly it felt like he was afraid you’d slip away if he loosened his grip even a tiniest bit; it was the most affectionate gesture he’d ever expressed toward you in the past few months since you’d been hooking up and it really just made your heart melt.

“Thank you,” he finally muttered against your neck once his breaths steadied to occasional little sniffles after recovering from his emotional breakdown, “Thank you for always being there for me.”

“You don't need to thank me,” you nearly whispered whilst shaking your head at him. Cupping his face in your hands once more, you wiped the remnants of his tears with your thumbs before continuing, “Just make me yours, please.”

Slowly leaning in, you sealed your words with a kiss, hoping to relay to him just how strongly you felt about him… in more ways than one. Butterflies filled your stomach when you felt him reciprocate, and as his movements synchronized with yours, your hands glided gracefully from his cheeks down the sides of his neck to rest on his shoulders to pave a path for your lips to follow. They drifted first to the side of his mouth, then slowly they trailed along his cheek to his jaw, then along the length of his neck. The soft hums elicited in the process were confirmation enough that he wanted this just as much as you did and you could proceed further, so your fingers found the buttons of his dress shirt and made quick work of them to finally expose his toned abdomen.

“So… we doing it on the floor, or?” Kazutora questioned half joking as you slid the garment off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

“Mm, that’s kinky,” you teased in response, “If you want to then I don’t mind.”

Instead, he guided your legs around his waist, supporting beneath your thighs before standing up from the ground and carrying you over to his bed, carefully laying you down atop his fluffy comforter. “You’ll be more comfortable on my bed. The floor is too hard,” he stated firmly with no sign of uncertainty at all in his tone.

“Wow, such a gentleman—” you barely finished complimenting when he captured your lips once more and hastily began to undress you. You could see the lust growing in his eyes with each garment he discarded, and soon enough, he had you stripped down to just your panties. He bit his lip as hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled the drenched, skimpy material down your hips, then thighs, leaving behind glistening threads of your arousal along your inner thighs in the process before he finally slid them clean off your ankles and chucked them to the floor.

“Goddamn…” he gawked at how wet you were for him, the sight sending a surge of blood rushing downward. He was so mesmerized that he couldn’t resist swatching a sample with his middle finger to grant himself a little taste prior to the full course.

“I’ve been sooo pent up, baby,” you whined in a baby voice as to rationalize why you were so turned on; this was the first time he’d ever seen you horny to such an extreme extent. “That’s why I was complaining to Chifuyu about my dick appointment being late.”

“I’m so sorry I kept you waiting,” he barely made out before delving down between your legs, his soft lips encircling your swollen, touch-starved clit whilst he slid two of his slim digits into your warmth.

“Mm, Tora. It feels so good,” you moaned, knowing well that he loved being acknowledged and praised during his performances.

After months of helping him and teaching him just how you liked things, you could confirm via the spine tingling stimulation of your g-spot on top of the perfect combination of sucking, tongue flicking and swirling against your clit that he’d mastered the art of going down on you. It was almost disappointing how quickly he had your toes curling and back arching, already on the verge of release; you hated for this bliss to end so soon. Ultimately however, you succumbed, your fingers finding Kazutora’s smoothly pulled back hair and unintentionally disheveling it with the height of your high inflicting an unbearable pleasure that initiated from your core and coursed through your entire body.

He licked his lips as he sat up from his position between your legs, simultaneously ripping off his hair tie and letting his luscious blond and black locks fall over his shoulders before proceeding to undo his pants. You observed him intently as the outline of his erection came into view through his thin, dark briefs, and despite having come literally just minutes ago, the void between your legs was aching with desire and frankly, Kazutora was taking way too long to undress for your liking.

“Tora…” you grumbled, sitting up and reaching forward to stroke his still confined member, “Why are you going so freakin’ slow?”

Chuckling at your desperation, he patted the top of your head as he answered, “To tease you.” You only pouted at him in response, earning another giggle from him before he tugged at the waistband of his boxers and fina-fucking-ly revealed his beautifully hard cock with precum oozing from the tip. You’d barely even given him a chance to fully strip down when you encompassed his shaft with your hand and started stroking him like there was no tomorrow.

“Jesus!” Kazutora winced at the sudden intense stimulation and grabbed you by the wrist, “You’re gonna rip my dick off.”

“Shut up,” you snapped back playfully, but still you slowed your pace for him not wanting him to come yet anyways. “I’ve been waiting for so long now and you still haven’t fucked me. I poured my heart out to you and confessed my love and I’ve gotten nothing in return,” you recited in a dramatic manner, to which he rolled his eyes at you.

“Don’t act like I didn’t tell you something significant too.”

“Oh, you definitely did, but there’s something even more important I was hoping to hear from you,” you stated expectantly, taking a break from pumping him to instead wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down on top of you. Staring deeply into his glowing yellow orbs, you could see his gears turning, trying to figure out what it was you were expecting of him when something seemed to click.

“I love you, too…?” he answered like a question which forced a laugh out of you.

“Pft, I don’t know. Do you?” you jested.

“I do!” he replied defensively, “I just wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted since I didn’t say it earlier…”

“Say it again like you mean it,” you demanded whilst squishing his cheeks with your palms.

“I wub you!” he enunciated as much as he could with his cheeks being squished, which wasn’t much but it sure was cute.

“I love you, too,” you giggled and pulled him into a quick kiss, your arms retaking their place around his neck. “Now hurry up and fuck me. I’ve been waiting this whole time.”

“Hey now, we’re not fuck buddies anymore,” he disputed as he shifted to position himself to your entrance. “When there’s feelings involved, they call it ‘love-making,’ Right?”

You knew he was being somewhat serious, but somehow, the fact that he’d made such a clear distinction was actually the most adorable thing ever and you had to hold back your urge to laugh at him. “Yes, you’re right, I’m sorry, Tora. Would you please do the honors of making love to me?”

The little smile that tugged at corners of his lips in response absolutely warmed your heart… for only a short-lived moment that was abruptly interrupted by the feeling of his whole length filling you up to the brim.

“Better?” Kazutora asked breathily as he wrapped your legs around his waist and rocked his hips in a slow steady rhythm, observing your reactions to gauge if he was doing a good job.

“Much,” you sighed in relief, having been deprived for what felt like forever. You weren’t really sure why, but he felt a bajillion times better today than he ever did; maybe it was the anticipation, maybe it was because you were a couple now, or maybe it was both, who knows? But what you did know was that as he picked up his pace, the feeling of him hitting glorious depths within your core made you feel like you were ascending into heaven.

“Shit,” Kazutora mumbled under his breath as he started to slow down, “I’m already getting close, I’m sorry. I thought my stamina was getting better, but I guess not.”

“Love making is different than fucking, isn’t it?” you interjected, gently caressing his cheek with the back of your fingers. “Feels so much better, right? It does for me too.” you assured. “Keep going. I won’t last much longer either.”

“Okay,” he agreed  and complied immediately, his slowed thrusting becoming erratic in the blink of an eye and in no time at all you could feel your whole lower region tingling, teetering toward the brink of climax.

“Ah, Tora!” you moaned at the feeling of your body slowly falling victim to the inevitable euphoria that awaited you despite your efforts to delay it. You managed to hold out for maybe five more seconds before you were enraptured, the breath-taking sensation making you writhe beneath him while your tender walls pulsated around his girth, enticing him to come undone with you.

In your final moments of ecstasy, he finally followed suit, the throaty groan along with the feeling of his warm essence spilling out deep within your core being indicative of that. You let out a heavy, but satisfied sigh as Kazutora took his last few strokes and withdrew himself, his thick seed slowly seeping out of you while he rushed to grab tissues from his desk to clean you up. He took his time tidying up both you and himself, and also making sure he didn’t miss any spots that may have dripped onto the comforter, but the moment he tossed the last dirty tissue into the trash bin he rejoined you in bed and snuggled up close to you without saying a word.

“Hey, Tora,” you decided to break the silence after he’d made himself comfortable.

“Hm?” he mumbled against you, not moving even an inch to converse properly with you, not that you minded though.

“Y’know Chifuyu is gonna be pissed about this, right?”

“Ugh,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him before continuing, “Let’s not talk about him right now…”

Epilogue

“Hey Chifuyu, guess what?” you blurted out spontaneously as he and Kazutora closed up the shop.

“You’re pregnant,” he answered dryly and carried on with what he was doing without batting an eye.

“The fuck?!” Kazutora responded with wide eyes, bewildered by Chifuyu’s drastic guess.

“Uh… I mean I suppose that’s possible, but no, not what I was gonna say…” you chuckled nervously. “Kazutora and I are d–”

“Congratulations,” Chifuyu interrupted aggressively before you could finish, and next thing you knew, he was grabbing his stuff and booking it to the door. “See you tomorrow, Kazutora.” And with that he was gone, leaving Kazutora to finish the rest of the closing duties.

Kazutora facepalmed with a sigh at how things went down, though he wasn’t at all surprised. “You were definitely too blunt. He’s gonna be so petty to me tomorrow…” he griped as he wrapped up his sweeping and put the broom back in the closet.

“He cut me off so I didn’t even say it technically…” you argued back defensively. “We need to find him a girlfriend…”

“Definitely.”

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #hanemiya kazutora #tokyo revengers kazutora #tokrev kazutora #tokyo revengers fanfic #hanemiya kazutora fanfic #tokrev fanfic #tokyo revengers kazutora fanfic #tokrev kazutora fanfic #tokyo revengers smut #tokrev smut #hanemiya kazutora smut #tokyo revengers kazutora smut #tokrev kazutora smut #kazutora x reader #kuri's writing

[munson-blurbs]

Halloween idea anon here :) The first idea was Eddie and the reader doing the typical Halloween pranks (egging and TPing) on someone’s house and when they have to make a run for it to not get caught, when the light catches on their face, Eddie just thinks “yeah, I’m going to marry this girl one day”. The second idea was trick or treating with hellfire (because I cannot see Eddie ever outgrowing that and now they have freshmen in the club) and seeing the reader dressed as Galadriel or Arwen with the group she’s chaperoning and cutting each house visit short (much to the ire of Dustin) because he can’t let “the girl of (his) dreams” get away before he has a chance to talk to her after trying to work up the nerve all night. Sorry if neither of those are good ideas but thank you for letting me send them over!

Eddie falls head-over-heels for a fairy, but needs a little help talking to her.

Warnings: a little bit of language

WC: 990

A/N: This takes place in October 1986. Eddie & Steve are friends but obviously Eddie survived the Upside Down. Also, the LotR movies didn't come out till the early 2000s, so I decided to go with a D&D fairy costume! I hope that's all right!

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Eddie Munson may be 20 years old, but he's not going to pass up the opportunity to go trick-or-treating. Dressing up in a sick costume and getting free candy? Sounds like a great time.

And now, he has a good excuse, since Dustin recruited him to drive the Hellfire Club (plus Steve) to the wealthier part of town. The kid had a whole plan mapped out based on the houses that gave the best candy in previous years. How could Eddie turn the poor guy down?

He’s dressed as a zombie rockstar, which consisted of an old concert t-shirt that he’d ripped holes in, ripped jeans, and some fake blood smeared across his face. He’d briefly considered bringing along Sweetheart, but didn’t want to risk any damage. 

“How are we always the goddamn babysitters?” Steve grumbles now, but Eddie knows he loves being adored by the kids. 

Before he can respond to Steve, something catches his eye a few houses down. A girl, about his age, standing behind two young kids, wearing a pair of fairy wings. But not just any fairy wings: she’s dressed as a fairy from Dungeons & Dragons.

“Holy shit,” Eddie breathes out. “Harrington, I think I’m in love.”

Steve meets his friend’s gaze, trying to keep an eye on the gaggle of children they’re somehow responsible for. “Oh, she’s cute.” He laughs at Eddie’s lovesick stare. “Go talk to her, Romeo.”

“W-what do I even say?” Eddie sputters, hands getting clammy. He clumsily wipes them on his pants.

Steve laughs, amused by Eddie’s nervous demeanor. “Why don’t you start with, ‘I like your costume’?” he says. “And, uh, try not to look like a total moron.”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie grumbles, turning to Mike, Lucas, Erica, and Dustin, who are waiting on line to get full-size chocolate bars. “Little sheep, let’s go! Put a move on it!” he yells out, waving them back.

“We didn’t even get our candy yet!” Erica laments. “I am not leaving until I have a giant KitKat in my stash, got it?”

Eddie huffs as he walks over. “There are a million other houses we can hit up,” Like the one where the girl of my dreams is standing, he thinks. “Come on!”

“Seriously, dude,” Dustin says, “what’s your deal?”

“Eddie's got a big ol’ crush on that fairy princess over there,” Steve teases, pointing in your direction.

“Don’t point at her, Harrington!” Eddie hisses, burying his head in his hands. “Forget it. Get your stupid candy.”

But the group has already snapped into wingman mode. 

“Eddie,” Dustin crosses his arms over his chest, “how many girls do you know are into D&D?”

“Um, Little Sinclair pretty much starts and ends that list.”

“Exactly!” Lucas exclaims. “So there’s a beautiful girl fifty feet away from you, who not only knows what it is, but likes it enough to dress as a character from it. And you’re gonna let her slip away?”

“No, but--” Eddie starts before Mike cuts him off.

“But what? You have no excuse; we’re not toddlers. And Steve can stay with us while you get her number.”

“Save my spot, or else,” Erica orders the boys, and they know to heed her warning. “C’mon, Munson. Let’s hurry this up so I don’t miss out on any candy.”

“Uh, okay,” Eddie stammers as Erica grabs him by the wrist and pulls him over to you.

“Hi!” she says to you, giant grin plastered on her face. “I just wanted to tell you that I love your costume! Is this your D&D character?”

You clasp your hands together excitedly. “Yes!” you reply. “Finally, someone knows where this costume is from. You don’t know how many people have called me Tinkerbell tonight.”

“Actually,” Erica says coyly, pulling Eddie in front of her, “this long-haired freak was the one who noticed.”

“H-hi,” Eddie bites the inside of his lip, cringing at how nervous he sounds. “I’m Eddie. Her, uh, baby-sitter.”

“Chaperone,” Erica corrects him.

“Right, Chaperone.” He softly kicks his foot into the grass. “I’m also Hellfire Club’s Dungeon Master.”

“You play, too?” Your eyes light up, taking him in. “Well, duh, of course you do, if you’re the Dungeon Master. I’m Y/N, by the way.” Pink creeps into your cheeks, and Eddie thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. Plus, it makes him feel better about being anxious.

“Yeah. We started at Hawkins High, but when I graduated earlier this year, we just kept up the tradition outside of school,” he explains sheepishly. “Maybe you could join us sometime?”

He feels a kick to the back of his ankle before you can respond. “Ow!” he cries out, turning to Erica.

“That’s not a date, nerd,” she loudly whispers. “I am not missing out on rich people candy for you to half-ass this!”

Eddie hears you giggle and swerves back to rectify the situation. “Or, uh, we could go to that new café that opened downtown? I hear they have kick-ass food.”

You nod. “That would be great!” A small hand tugs on the hem of your green dress. “I have to get going,” you apologize, wishing you could talk to him all night. “I promised the kids I baby-sit that I’d take them trick-or-treating until our feet fall off.”

“No worries. It’s like the Cool Baby-Sitters’ Code,” he jokes, conversation flowing more naturally now. “Could I maybe get your number? So I can, y’know, call you?”

“Of course!” You reach into your purse and pull out a pen. When you realize you don’t have any paper, you grab his arm and write your phone number on it.

“I’ll call you,” he promises as you walk away and wave.

Erica stares up at him, clearly pleased with the situation.

“Thanks, kid,” he says, clapping a hand on her back. “You’re a better wingman than any of those guys.”

“Yeah, well,” she replies with a shrug. “I call dibs on bridesmaid.”

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#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x f!reader #steve harrington #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #halloween fanfiction #halloween fanfic #requests

[compassionatereminders]

hi it’s the lonely anon that was expressing frustration abt how i react when my partner responds to me being upset;

to the people who commented on it i just wanted to say he’s not like that about everything. it’s right that using my own name as a way to identify a ‘negative’ trait is unkind and unfair to me. i’m gonna talk to him about that in depth— thank you to the person who’d mentioned that! i never could identify why it felt so upsetting or made me feel like such a child.

he really is a lovely wonderful person who’s made me feel beautiful & who’s been my safe place through a lot. he thinks im awesome, and beautiful, and smart as hell. almost every morning he makes me breakfast and every time i am being quiet or sad he’ll spin me around until i laugh. every time i get dressed he says “wow!” like it’s the first time he’s ever seen me. he’s a big reason why i have finally been able to admit that i am smart, and why i’m doing so much better.

we’ve been together almost 3 years and he’s expressed that he’s exhausted and hurt by how much i hate on myself. hearing the person you love constantly talk shit about themselves is heartbreaking and hard to deal with. i think part of this loop and why he can’t empathize any more is because i am so quick to assign myself the blame for every bad thing. i can’t expect anyone to not be exhausted from hearing me describe myself so poorly when to them i’m nothing like that. i’m trying to become better, but it’s still really difficult to love myself on my own.

empathy is a skill that’s sorely under taught, and he’s working on it as much as i’m working on my anxiety and negativity with it. we’ve come a long way together, but our lives were very different! it’s okay that things sometimes don’t mesh. not saying it’s ok to make your partner feel dismissed or unheard or turn their name into something negative, but everything’s multifaceted. i love him so fucking much.

i just needed to get my side of it out because it’s still hard and i’ve been holding onto it for so long that i just wanted someone to say i’m not crazy to feel this way. there’s always a bigger picture, and i’m thankful for different perspectives! i still maintain how i felt, but i can recognize my part in it too.

thank you for being so kind kat. i really hope i can see things the way you do & again thank you for hosting this blog. it’s so important to me and i’m sure a lot of other people too. <3

I am really happy and relieved to hear that there are also a lot of positive aspects to this relationship, and being frustrated with a partners self hatred isn't inherently toxic. But once it moves from communicating needs and boundaries to refusing to engage with your partners emotional struggles at all, then that's something which should be worked on. And part of that work is on you, if you do have a pattern of self hatred and irrational paranoia which is hurting your loved ones. But you having mental health struggles which are hard for him to deal with does not mean that he gets to dismiss your pain and emotions. Like you gotta look for a middle ground where both of you are working to find ways to make this situation more manageable for both of you

#chat with kat

[lily-174]

right in front of me- JJ Maybank

trigger warning- abuse! domestic violence, poor father figures, fluff, bruises

requested: no

a/n- i have a few requests i am currently working on, i think i’m gonna start writing for peeta mellark aswell so keep sending requests!! also i’m aware this is awful, please leave me any feedback tho ❤️

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jj the guy of your dreams, the literal love of your life. you could not believe he was here with you right now. you could not believe he loves you. and you most definitely can’t believe he was currently tying your shoe laces. JJ maybank tying his girls shoe laces. you and JJ had been together for almost 6 months and you hadn’t once gone any further then you giving him head. it’s not that you didn’t trust him, it was that you didn’t want his opinion of you to change.

after he’d tied your laces you held hands walking back to yours, you lived with your dad, you didn’t get on, your dad was a dick head. you hated him, he was pretty much the same as your boyfriends dad, but JJ didn’t need to know that. that was one of your biggest secrets, your makeup skills had developed enough to hide most bruises and you’d never been intimate with JJ and you barely ever wore dresses or bikinis you had always just said if you get sunburnt you get heat stroke really badly and no one ever batted an eyelid.

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you and JJ had arrived at yours, your father wasn’t home, he was at the bar as normal, that was were he spent most of his time, at the bar, or at work. which was good, you could actually have your boyfriend at yours. JJ had never met your dad, you had endless excuses, he’s always at work, he’s gone shopping, he’s out on a date.

JJ never really thought much of it.

you sat smiling on JJ’s lap as he rambled about what happened when he went surfing with john b last night. you were straddling his lap and he had his hands on your thighs gently rubbing up and down. you were wearing leggings and one of JJ’s tops which was big on you. he thought you looked gorgeous, he pulled you slightly closer to him then leaned into to kiss you, you loved kissing JJ, he was such a good kisser you leaned into the kiss with passion until he slid his hands under your top to rest on your sides you instantly stiffened up, he pulled away from you and sighed. he rubbed up your sides gently your breath hitched when his hand touched your left ribs and you tried to hide the wince.

“don’t take this the wrong way, but am i doing something wrong?…”he asked not trying to upset you, he noticed your discomfort when he touched you but he’d always put it down to you being nervous and well a virgin.

“no, not at all j” you responded his hand still resting on your rips, he sighed and went to pull you in closer but you winced, and he noticed this time. he stopped himself realising you were in pain and gently put his hand slid his hand up to your ribs again to make sure he wasn’t imagining you were hurt and there it was you winced again.

“what the fuck- are you hurt?” he went to lift your shirt up but you instantly stopped him.

“J, i’m okay. i’m fine-“ he cut you off worry lacing his features.

“ no y/n i swear to god if someone hurt you- just show me. please baby” he pleaded, and you sighed taking the big shirt off you had just a sports bra on underneath. JJ sat there in shock, anger quickly replacing the look on his face as you revealed the bruising that completely covered your left side, along with a bruise in the shape of a hand on your other hip. a few circled shaped scars covering your body.

“who the fuck did this to you?! has someone been hurting you! is this why- this is why we haven’t done anything isnt it? y/n i swear to god. who did this?” anger lacing his voice, you couldn’t do anything but just sit on him as his fingers slowly traced the bruising.

“ look babe it’s really not a big deal” he cut you off as you reached for your top to hide yourself. his brain was going a million miles an hour, he was piecing things together. he’d never met your dad and none of the pogues had either, you always wore oversized clothes, nothing else, even with him.

“ it’s your dad isnt it?” he sighed, your eyes brimming with tears he brought you into a hug as you cried against him.

“why didn’t you tell anyone? why didn’t you tell me of all people. i’m your boyfriend, i understand this better then anyone. baby… you don’t have to go through this alone and you never have to hide from me. he won’t hurt you again okay? not while i’m here.” JJ tried his best not to let his anger take over as he comforted you. after years of being friends and after going through it himself he never noticed the signs, you had random days off school, you never wore anything that showed your body, you always had bruises and you always made excuses for them. the slight winces and hisses of pain you made when you made certain movements. he never noticed them. he let this go on, he could’ve helped you sooner if he had noticed. someone was hurting you all this time and he never pieced it together. the guilt and anger he felt was overwhelming. he could’ve kept you safe but he didn’t. he was blind to what has happening and it was right in front of him for years.

“i just didn’t want you to worry… or think differently about me. i just worry about you all the time and you have your own stuff to deal with you should have to deal with my shit too” you cried into his shoulder.

“oh babe… you’re not a burden, i want to help you. you’re the only thing that keeps me going. i love you okay? i love you with all of my heart. you mean the world to me. i don’t think you realise how much i care about you. he’s never gonna hurt you again we will figure it out okay?” JJ held you tightly against him, he needed you to know he was here for you, he needed you to know he would protect you.

#jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #jj (outer banks) x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank x y/n #obx jj x reader #outer banks imagine #obx netflix #obx cast

[aemiron-main]

hot take but people should be able to analyze whatever they want in the show and analysis of Mike’s sexuality and criticism of other analysis of it can and should absolutely exist. not baseless hate but analysis and I’m not gonna lie I don’t like the idea that we should just “keep the peace” and not analyze it because a.) it doesn’t have to be a fight/something that disturbs the peace?? if you’re that pressed about a different analysis that you disagree with, go for a walk. and b.) things in the show don’t just stop existing because people stop analyzing them. and they shouldn’t stop analyzing them. people can and should have different opinions and instead of trying to push for nobody to share their analysis/thoughts on it, we should push for everyone/whoever wants to share their thoughts on it to do so.

like sorry but I don’t see why it’s a big issue for people to disagree with analysis over a fictional character’s sexuality. people don’t have to agree and that’s okay. people can criticize things that they disagree with and that’s okay. people can be opinionated about what they believe and what they don’t believe and that’s okay.

im not talking about anons being random asshats about it because fuck that noise 100%. I’m saying that I will end up “criticizing” (which sounds too harsh) other viewpoints in my gay Mike analysis, and not even intentionally but simply because I interpret the evidence and text of the show differently in a way that conflicts with other viewpoints. like sorry but that criticism shouldn’t be a big issue?? i don’t get upset when somebody criticizes my gay Mike analysis. I respond to it, match the tone of the person sending it/try to respond as evenly and nicely as I can but I am a passionate person so I get more excited unintentionally.

like sorry again but sometimes analysis involves saying things that conflict with other viewpoints??? and we should be able to coexist with that conflict?? again this is analysis over a character’s sexuality, if you find it so deeply offensive to analyze it and think that we should just keep the peace and not analyze it then idk what to tell you because imo everything in this show is fair game for analysis.

My gay Mike analysis is going to talk about other interpretations of Mike’s sexuality! I get asks asking me about bi Mike vs gay Mike and I don’t think it’s bad to analyze or draw comparisons between the two from an analysis perspective and explain why I feel like gay Mike checks some narrative boxes that no other sexuality for Mike does.

Everyone absolutely has their right to their headcanons, but I shouldn’t have to agree with those headcanons. The exact same thing goes for analysis.

Like sorry for pointing out that IMO Mike doesn’t express attraction to women?? Sorry for pointing out that IMO he doesn’t align with definitions of bisexuality but instead aligns more with homosexuality?? That’s my opinion, based in analysis, just like how other people have other opinions based in analysis, opinions that oppose mine. We should be able to criticize others’ opinions (hell not even in a direct attacking way but literally in a what I’ve been DOING way where I just make my own post about any general criticisms I have).

Anyway I just heavily disagree with the “everyone keep the peace and nobody disagree ever” rhetoric and some of the double standards I’m seeing. I’m going to analyze this stuff and draw comparisons between various interpretations of his sexuality and explain why I do or don’t feel that those interpretations are supported by evidence because I want to, because it’s in the show, and because I disagree with the idea that such analysis and comparison is inherently harmful. I will draw comparisons between bi Mike vs gay Mike vs unlabelled Mike and talk about not why I think the others are inherently “bad,” but rather whether or not I feel like there’s evidence in the show to support them. Either deal with that or don’t, but that’s what I’m going to be doing! If you see analysis as “drama,” then please perhaps sit down and consider why you’re so personally offended by differing opinions/analysis. I’ve been talking all day about how people can’t seem to look past their own biases and instead want to make everything into a personal issue and see it solely through their own elms, and the same applies here. My differing analysis and criticism is not a direct attack on anybody. If you think it is, reconsider some things about your perception.

I’m literally a random dude on the internet doing analysis. If you are so deeply upset by me doing analysis that you disagree with, please go calm down or something. You don’t have to listen to me! You don’t have to give my analysis any weight. But I’m allowed to do that analysis and am not morally in the wrong for doing that analysis or comparing those interpretations and drawing conclusions about them.

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler

[kurapikasjudgement]

BE CAREFUL

C: Karma Akabane X Reader

W: GN! Reader, kinds spoilers but not really, reader doesn’t take any shit, First Person

E: Not proud of this tbh, < I hate first person.

T: Friends to Lovers, Accidental Confession

“Yeah, yesterday Karma kinda jumped off of a cliff but with a gun pointed towards Koro Sensei, making him choose between letting Karma die or die himself. So Koro Sensei found a way around both options-’’ Nagisa began to say but I quickly cut him off.

“Backtrack, Karma did what?” I asked, feeling a boiling anger surge through me.

“Jumped off a cliff,” Nagisa responded wearily.

“Nagisa, I’d loveee to continue this conversation. Though I’m afraid I have some things to take care of.” I said, feeling my fingers start to curl into a fist. I could hear him sigh as if he knew what I was going to do. I flashed Nagisa a forced smile before heading off to find Karma. Eventually, I found him up in a tree. I quickly climbed it and hung upside down from the branch above him.

“So Karma, I’m gonna give you two options. Tell me what you were thinking yesterday or I will tell you my understanding of what happened.” I stated.

“It’s really not a big deal. It’s just another failed attempt.” He replied, not even bothering to look at me. I flipped down to the branch he was on.

“So what I was told is that you willingly jumped off a cliff. You could have died just so Koro Sensei wasn’t viewed as an educator anymore” I told him.

“But I didn’t so everything’s fine,” He then looked at me with his signature smirk. My neutral expression dropped to a scowl and furrowed eyebrows.

“But you almost did Karma! I could have lost you for nothing! It was hard enough when you weren’t at school because of your suspension. Karma, you mean everything to me which is why I never want you to do something so fucking stupid again!” I scolded. But soon after I realized the words that had come out of my mouth but it was too late because Karma already had a look of shock on his face. This so called ‘shock’ soon turned to a smirk.

“Aw you missed me~” He teased.

“I didn’t mean it like that” I quickly countered.

“I missed you too, n/n” Karma answered. I know that Karma is blunt enough to tell someone straight that he doesn’t like them unless it has some type of benefit. In this case I don’t see any. I suddenly hugged him, hiding my face away in his chest.

“Well, this is sudden~” He says. I just kept silent as his arms gently found themselves around me.

“You still aren’t forgiven.” I whisper, just loud enough for him to hear. Suddenly the branch starts to crack under our weight. Just when I thought I was about to hit the ground, we were caught by Koro Sensei.

“Ah, young love.” He says with a flushed pink face. I already started slashing at him with the knives I keep in my waistband, but this time with Karma by my side.

#karma akabane #karma x reader #karma assassination classroom #assclass #assassination classroom #kurapikasjudgement #kurapikax

[landofzero-archive]

Rouge&Ruby - Compassion and Warmth 2

(Location: Cafe COCHI)

Jun: Then, um……

Hiyori: Or rather, since then I’ve been thinking about it.

I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a normal Valentine’s Day.

Looking back, I just thought it was a time when I would get a lot of chocolate.

Now that I’m thinking about it, was that perhaps chocolate that had been prepared for Valentine’s Day?

Jun: No no, you can’t just say “perhaps” about something like that!

The thing is, you received but never returned the favor……

…… No, I’m afraid to ask about that. I’m sure Ohiisan’ll just respond with something on the spot.

(Changing the subject) Wh-what about Nagi-senpai?

Hiyori: Although Nagisa-kun likes chocolate, he probably doesn’t know as much about Valentine’s Day as I do, does he?

I’ve never heard anything about Valentine’s Day from Nagisa-kun……

But what should I do if he gets a lot of chocolate without my knowledge……!

Jun: How should I know? Well, since he has Ibara now he’s probably gonna get told “You’re out of free calories!” and get it confiscated from him.

Hiyori: How terrible! Nagisa-kun should hand it to me!

Jun: Do you want him to have it or not?

Hiyori: …… So, back to the topic at hand. What does Jun-kun think of as a normal Valentine’s Day?

Jun: Normally, well……

I get fidgety when Valentine’s gets close, and I’m nervous about getting chocolate.

I’d be happy if I got some on that day, but then I’d be worrying about what to get in return for White Day…… That kind of thing.

Hiyori: Oh ho♪

Jun: From the girls’ point of view I’m sure it’s different.

They’re thinking of the other person. What kind of chocolate should it be, how to prepare it, what to wrap it in……

They get worried about various things and it gets their heart beating I think.

Hiyori: Oh? Oh ho, heeh~?

(I didn’t think Jun-kun would have such sweet and sour memories.

Fufu. For some reason, I even felt a tightness in my chest……♪)

Jun: —It’s usually like that, in the manga I read at least.

Hiyori: …… Hm?

Jun: Lately, I’ve been trying to get into Shoujo manga too.

Hey, maybe one day there’ll be a job to do a live-action adaptation of such heart-wrenching works.

Hiyori: …… Hmm?

Jun: Oh here it is. This manga’s a pretty hot topic right now.

Volume 3 has a Valentine’s Day chapter…… Yet another development that’ll tug at your heartstrings~♪

Hiyori: W-Wait a minute! Why are you proudly showing me your phone screen?!

What you’ve got there is…… an e-book, right?

Jun: Yeah. With this I won’t clutter up my dorm so much since I can read without buying the physical thing♪

Hiyori: Then, what you said just now weren’t your thoughts on Valentine’s Day……

Jun: Nope. I don’t think I have any kind of sweet or sour memories of it.

Hiyori: Why……

The fact that it’s purely influenced by manga is very typical of you.

It’s a pity that my innocent heart, which was so moved by the thought of Jun-kun having such memories, was led astray.

Jun: I’m not responsible for the fantasies you came up with.

Hiyori: …… Yeah~. But it means Jun-kun doesn’t have any normal Valentine’s Day experiences after all.

What about the all important Ibara?

Jun: Well…… That guy probably doesn’t know what a normal Valentine’s Day is, right?

He said Valentine’s was a big sales season and then got oddly silent when I objected……

Hiyori: …… Ibara is also carrying all kinds of burdens too, isn’t he? I do recall him referring to his past as his gray youth.

Jun: …… So basically, none of us know what a  normal Valentine’s Day is like?

Hiyori: It seems that way. And since we’re performing in Chocolat Fes, this is a big deal!

“I’m…… late giving this to you. Your Valentine’s chocolate.”

“Th-Thank you…… I didn’t think I’d get one, so this makes me happy……”

Jun: …… What are you doing putting on a small play as one person with two roles.

Hiyori: I’m just reading off the manga page Jun-kun showed me. Hmm, so this is a normal Valentine’s Day……

Jun: In the manga, but…

Hiyori: But you got your image of a normal Valentine’s Day from manga, didn’t you?

That’s right, to the extent that the word love gets said……

So, if you could just tell Ibara that Valentine’s Day isn’t only about sales……!

Jun: If he thinks it’s a day full of love then he’ll keep the adults’ agenda out of it—

…… Will he?

Hiyori: You won’t know if it’ll work until you try it♪

Additionally, isn’t it necessary for us to experience a normal Valentine’s Day in the meantime?

Since no one here knows what one’s like?

Jun: Experience… Experience…… Yep.

In terms of experiencing Valentine’s Day, wouldn’t it be good to try and make chocolate~?

What kind of chocolate should I make to make it seem Valentine’s Days-y… For now I should just do a quick search……

Hiyori: Fufu. Then until we have to get back to work let’s study up on Valentine’s Day.

I’ll read from the manga Jun-kun was looking at……♪

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#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #jun sazanami #hiyori tomoe #type: event #era: !!

[montammil]

Chasing the Moon

CW: Mentioned abuse and collars, mention of being locked in a basement, insomnia

...

Ever since Whumpee got back from Whumper's hold, they've been horrified, but not for the reason you'd think. They just wonder when Whumper will come back, because they will do so inevitably. Not even Caretaker can protect them from that.

They sit on the edge of the beach, letting the salty wind blow through their hair. They've missed Caretaker's beach house, but they can't let themself get too attached again.

"Oh, Whumpee! There you are!" Caretaker exclaims, voice wet and panicked. They skid to their knees in the sand, eyes tired yet filled with adrenaline, still in their pajamas. "Are you hurt?!"

"Oh, um..." Whumpee realizes they forgot to tell Caretaker they were going on a walk. At two in the morning. "I'm okay. Sorry I, um, sorry I scared you..."

"No, it's fine," Caretaker says, voice still trembling slightly. "I just... I was worried. Don't ever do that to me again."

"Okay." Whumpee knows they hardly ever break out the stern voice, only when they're absolutely serious.

Caretaker adjusts so they can more comfortably sit next to them, and wraps an arm around them. "Why're you outside to begin with, Whumpee?"

They hesitate. "It's really no big deal. I just couldn't sleep." At least it's not a complete lie.

"Insomnia, huh?" Caretaker rests their cheek on Whumpee's head. "Why haven't I heard about this sooner, buddy?"

Whumpee shrugs with a single shoulder. "It wasn't ever relevant."

"Well, it definitely is now. Is there anything that's keeping you up or is it just... you can't sleep?"

"Well--" Whumpee cuts themself off, they don't know why. They keep forgetting they can talk about Whumper to them, that Caretaker won't get mad at them for doing so. "Just thoughts of Whumper."

"Oh, bud," Caretaker whispers, rubbing circles in their back.

"Sometimes I think that if I fall asleep, I'm gonna wake back up in Whumper's basement," Whumpee admits. "Or with that tight collar around my neck. That was the worst."

Caretaker sniffles. Whumpee pulls back in surprise to see tears cascading down their cheeks, a sight they've never seen before.

"You-you're crying."

"Of course I'm crying. What you've been through is unimaginable..." They wipe their tears and laugh humorlessly. "Sometimes I can't sleep too. I have the same fear, of waking up and you aren't there."

"You do?" Whumpee doesn't know why they're shocked. Caretaker has always been protective over them.

"Yes," Caretaker says, releasing a shaky breath. "...Which is why I was so horrified when I couldn't find you."

"I'm sorry." Whumpee dips their head in guilt.

Immediately, Caretaker is shaking their head. "No, no, Whumpee, it's-- I'm not blaming you. I was just trying to say I understand. But you know what?"

Whumpee meets their eyes. "What?"

They smile. "I will always protect you. You won't wake up back in that basement, not as long as I'm alive."

"I don't want you dying for me, though," Whumpee responds quietly. "I don't want you dying at all. So... don't. If Whumper ever comes back, please don't. I'd rather wake up back in the basement than know you're dead."

Caretaker stares at Whumpee, mouth agape. "Whumpee..." They trail off, a fragment of a sentence hanging in the air.

Whumpee blinks. "What?"

Even if Caretaker's expression says otherwise, they force out, "I promise. As long as you make the same promise. You can't ever die. Or leave without any explanations, like now. Okay?" 

A small grin rises to Whumpee's face. "Okay." 

Both of them know they can't keep those promises, but they don't think too hard about it, instead going back inside the house due to the chilliness outside, and the threat of Whumper still out there.

Whumpee would rather be nowhere else than here.

#whump #whump idea #whump prompt #whump caretaker #whump comfort #whumpee #hurt comfort #protective caretaker

[letssimptogether]

The Wrong Snapshot

Chapter 2

content warnings: swearing, mentions of violence

a/n: sorry if it seems a bit slow; things will def start picking up in the next chapter

I woke up with a jolt to the sound of sirens wailing out front of our house. It didn’t help that Shawna was sprinting around the house, screaming. It didn’t take long for her loud footsteps to be right outside my room, and she frantically knocked on my door.

“Y/N! HOLY SHIT!” She yelled, her voice trembling, sounding as if she were about to cry or as if she were scared.

“What’s going on?” I groggily responded, still trying to rub the sleep from my eyes.

“Can I come in?” She sniffled a little bit.

“Yeah, c’mon in.” I sighed, not wanting her to come in right now, but I had to know what was happening.

Shawna slowly opened the door, her eyes wide. You could see the dried tears on her face under her puffy eyes. How long has she been crying? I pushed those thoughts out, and patted a spot for her on my bed.

She took slow strides over, almost stumbling as she made her way to the spot.

“Is,” I started, “Is everything okay?”

Fresh tears started to make their way down her face, and she started breathing heavily. I put my hand on her back, and started rubbing her shoulder blades.

“Our neighbor,” She started, but choked on a sob, “She’s dead, Y/N! Someone killed her!”

This doesn’t make sense, which neighbor? What happened?

“I was out with Hannah yesterday, we were studying for our biology quiz,” Shawna spoke up again, “We got back to their place late last night and that’s when we saw it, Y/N-”

“Saw what?” I stuttered. I had an idea of what she meant, but I’m hopeful I’m wrong.

“Alex.” She broke down, her head hanging in her hands as she sobbed.

After a few minutes, she brought her head back up from her hands, and stood up.

“I’m gonna go to sleep,” Shawna sniffled, “It’s been a long day.”

☆ ☆ ☆

We all sat at the library for our University; it was two of Shawna’s friends, Shawna, herself, and me. Next to me was her crushes friend, Danny Johnson. I haven’t had any classes with him like I did with Alex-

“Y/N,” Danny waved his hand in front of my face, “You there? I was asking you a question.”

“What was your question?” I yawned.

“Can I use you for my photography project? As a model?” He tapped the schools camera with the pencil which was snug between his fingers.

“Uh, sure.” I answered meekly.

“Great!” He beamed, “Are you free tomorrow after class?”

I nodded, before continuing my notes on the core emphasis on conservation biology. It was finally quiet, and I wanted to finish typing my notes out, and get to the worksheet.

“Let’s go to the mall, or something!” Shawna broke the silence that was just about the only thing keeping me sane.

Oh. Oh, not again.

“No, I’m good, Shawna.” I sighed, “I have to finish my notes.”

“I’d also rather not.” Danny huffed with a smile.

Shawna faked a hurt look, and clung to her other friends arm, dragging them to god only knows where. She was my ride here though, and I couldn’t stand public transportation.

“Do you think you could drop me off at the duplex?” I asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, no big deal.” He stretched his arms over his head, his lips forming into a grin, “Now that we’re both free, we can get both of our projects out of the way, what do ya say?”

I wanted to decline, but with what’s been happening recently, and especially last night—I didn’t want to risk being alone; not just yet at least.

“Sure, why not?” I shrugged, “beats being alone right now.”

After I said that, I could’ve sworn I saw something in his eyes darken.

#The Wrong Snapshot #slashers x reader #dbd x reader #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #jed olsen

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

“What’s wrong with me?”

Little bit of angst cause I’m in that kind of mood

Karl Heisenberg x Reader x Ethan Winters

Might do a part two if it is requested of me

3,424 words. Jebus i went a little overboard huh-

Big ol’ disclaimer before we start the fic! This will contain Violence, reader is confused and hurting and fucking bawling. They get kidnapped and turned by the Cadou by mother Miranda sort of against their will. They deal with transformations and having to deal with the fact that they killed someone. If you think this will be triggering DO NOT READ. I repeat for those in the back, do not fucking read this. I love all of you and appreciate the support, but if you think this might upset you in any way other than just breaking your heart, I don’t want you to read this. Your safety and health comes first always.

THIS IS NOT YOUR RUN OF THE MILL ANGST. THIS IS PRETTY DARK. CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Anywayssss off we go to the Angst!! 

You had thought that Mother Miranda simply needed help with something in her lab. She requested you to come down to the church and she’d take you down there. No one was allowed to know exactly where it was, heaven forbid someone rebels. Much to your husbands' dismay, you decided to go down. 

You understood why the both of them disliked her, but you somewhat understood her which is why you sympathized. The two of you got along well enough, and you even went to her when you first realized your feelings for Karl, hoping she could help. A while back, a little bit after you and Ethan welcomed Karl to the relationship, you spoke to her about your curiosity and slight desire to be infected with the cadou. 

She offered to inseminate you with it, but you refused at the time. You would have to talk with Karl and Ethan about it first seeing as it’s a life changing decision. You went home to the factory and spoke with them about it. It led to an argument which led to you staying at Donna’s place that night.

~

Peeking into the open bedroom door, you tried your best to sneak back in. You did tell Karl that you’d be going out of a bit and told him to tell Ethan. Except, Karl has a habit of forgetting and you were out longer than you meant to be. 

You left the factory at noon, just making your rounds to the other lords to check up on them. After that, you decided to stop by and say hi to Miranda in the church. One thing led to another and the next thing you knew the sun was going down outside. You quickly excused yourself. On your way out, Miranda called out to you, “Don’t forget what we spoke of, Y/n. Just let me know.” You gave her a nod and rushed out of the church. 

Ethan and Karl were sitting on the bed, talking about where you were. They both turned towards you and let out a sigh of relief. Karl got up and engulfed you into his arms, picking you up and bringing you over to the bed. “Hey, sweetpea, could you please let one of us know before you disappear for a while?” he asked while getting situated on one side of you with Ethan on the other. 

“Dude, I literally told you I was making my rounds today and to tell Ethan.” You snapped back, slightly annoyed.

Ethan chuckled, and responded “This is why you tell me things, love. We both know he probably wasn’t paying attention.” Karl huffed at this, but decided against saying anything, opting to bury his face into the crook of your neck more. 

After about an hour of cuddling, Ethan decided it was time to have dinner. Late dinner, but neither of them had the stomach to eat until you came home. He insisted on cooking, so you and Karl decided to just hangout in the kitchen with him. There was witty banter and small talk, so you decided it was a decent time to bring it up. “Hey, uh, what would you guys say if I maybe kinda wanted to be infected with the Cadou?” Karl's face hardened and he turned to you.

“No. End of discussion.” You weren’t happy with that answer.

“Why not? It’s not like I haven’t been infected by mold before. What’s it gonna do? If I was gonna die from it, I’d be dead already!” 

That’s when Ethan chimed in. “Darling, while that may be true, it’s still not a good idea. This could be different than Louisiana, we have no idea. Chris is still figuring it out. You know that’s the only reason he and his team haven’t taken out Miranda yet.” 

The argument goes on for a while longer, until eventually you storm off. You pack a night bag and tell them you’re going out for the night. They think you’re bluffing, and that you’re going to be back in an hour, tops. You didn’t plan on coming back until you had time to cool off and talk to someone. You walked to Donna’s, deciding that she’d somewhat understand. Also, she’s probably the only one still awake. She told you to do what you want, but it might not be quite a good idea. You went back home the next day and told them you wouldn’t do it. Yet. You told Miranda you’d keep trying to convince them.

~

You were wrong. Oh, so very wrong. The moment you walked through the church doors, you were knocked out. Miranda dragged you down to her lab and put you on the stretcher and tied you down. While she was getting all the things she needed together, you woke up and started thrashing and yelling. “WHAT THE HELL! LET ME OUT OF HERE! KARL! ETHAN! HELP!” Miranda started to get annoyed at the yelling and grabbed the sewing needle and thread. 

“Either you stop yelling, or I sew your mouth shut. You choose (Lord/Lady) Y/n.” You decided to keep yelling, thinking that it was an empty promise. It wasn’t. She put an anesthetic around your mouth and started sewing. You could see it happening. The needle piercing skin, Miranda wiping away the blood, and then cooing at you how she was sorry and that it was your fault for continuing to yell and that she was sorry, but she had to. You didn’t dare try to open your mouth at all for fear of her doing it without the anesthetics. You were crying slightly at this point, so Miranda wiped away your tears and kissed your forehead. When she was finished, she asked you if you’d rather be under while being infected or awake. One blink for under two for staying awake. You blinked once. She put you on anesthesia, and you slowly drifted off. She grabbed the book that she made weeks in advance, already knowing that she was going to do this. It was planned, not a split of the moment decision. 

She gathered your book to write down everything about what would happen. It was already written in quite a lot because Miranda wanted to make sure that every single detail about you was written down. She had many crest ideas and an area on the map all planned out for you. Miranda wanted you as far away from Karl as possible, wanting you all to herself. She had been theorizing ever since you got there what powers you’d have, what body transformations, what personality changes. She really hoped that your personality would stay the same, seeing as she was basically obsessed with you. Miranda gathered everything else she needed and created the incision in your stomach. She grabbed the Cadou sample she’s been saving for you and put it into your chest. She sewed the incision back together then waited.

After she allowed the Cadou to infect you, she saw results almost immediately. The Cadou seemed to be…fighting something inside of you. She felt a disturbance back at the church and had a feeling as to who it was. She set up a camera, made sure the stitches on your mouth were secure, and left. But not before removing your wedding ring.

~

You had been gone all day, and while that wasn’t unusual you would have brought your phone. Ethan knew that. So, when he saw your phone sitting on the dresser in the bedroom, he thought you ran out real quick. Maybe The Duke showed up early? But when 5 hours had passed, he knew something was wrong. He called for Karl, and the two of them went out looking. Heisenberg remembered that you were going to go see Mother Miranda so that’s where they decided to check first.

“MIRANDA!” Karl yelled out, clearly fuming. Ethan was holding his hand, trying to calm him down just a little bit. She strutted out. There was seemingly nothing out of the ordinary. 

“Yes, Heisenberg?” 

“Where the FUCK is Y/n,”

“Karl, calm down. They’ve been missing since this morning, and they said they’d be coming over here to help you with something.” Ethan chimed in, trying to calm his pissed off husband.

“Well, Mister Winters, they haven’t been over yet. You’re completely sure they aren’t anywhere else?” Miranda had to stop herself from giggling over the looks on Karl's face. It was a mix of anger and sorrow with just a splash of “I’m gonna fucking kill you.” 

Before Karl could say anything, Ethan responded “I mean, we haven’t checked anywhere else yet. We thought-”

“You thought I had them. I don’t. Now, mister Winters. Please take Heisenberg out of here. Do let me know if you find them, I’d hate for anything to…happen to them.” Karl started to growl at her, but Ethan squeezed his hand and started to drag him away to Donna's place.

~

The Cadou had technically won the fight. It was mostly in control of the mold and had started your…transformation. You were turning into a vampire like Alcina but with a form of magneto powers like Karl. All of the utensils Miranda had in the lab had started to gravitate around you. You got lucky that Miranda puts all the sharp objects in a locked drawer.  

When Miranda came back, she was shocked at what she came back to. Your skin was much paler, and you had some noticeable fangs. You would definitely have to be kept here for a while longer than expected. 

~

Three months had passed. You were still getting used to living in the lab, although you had a plan to escape. Miranda had been keeping you “updated” on what was going on outside. She was telling you about how Karl and Ethan didn’t even try to look for you, and how when they met for a meeting in the church, they didn’t even seem upset. You didn’t believe that but couldn’t say anything because of the stitches in your mouth. Miranda refused to take them out and fed you through a straw. 

You managed to build enough trust with her to where she'd leave you alone for an hour at a time. She was out on a business meeting with the Duke, so you decided that now was the perfect time to escape. You bent the bars, with some struggle, and tried your best to fit your bat wings through the gap. They would only retract in times where you were extremely scared, and this wasn’t one of those times. You were confident that you could get back. To go home.

You successfully got through and made your way out. You looked around the lab for anything at all. You found your wedding ring and put it back where it belonged. You also found the book that Mother Miranda made for you. You didn’t have the stomach to look at it, so it was placed back down exactly how you found it.

By the time you got back up to the Village, most, if not all, of the villagers had known about your disappearance, so when they saw your new (and mutated) form they thought it was another monster created because of their lack of praise and sacrifices to Mother Miranda. 

Everyone in the town square scattered. Seeing everyone, people you’ve known for years now, made you hungry. You needed to eat, and you decided the closest person in arms reach would do. It didn’t help that the woman was wearing many metal bracelets, making it easier for you to drag her over to you. At this point, you could grow your nails like Alcina, so you grew them slightly and cut the stitches in your mouth. You dug your nails into her and slowly ripped her apart, eating as you went.

~

Karl and Ethan never stopped looking for you in those three months. It was always checking with the other lords as to if they’ve seen you, going around town, and having the Lycans check the nearby woods. Nights were spent crying and barely eating. Sleeping was always interrupted with nightmares. With what little they did sleep; their dreams were always about you. 

They were on their daily rounds of checking the village when they saw you. Or, at least, it looked like you. Your arms and the front of your torso were covered in blood. You’re trying to crawl away from the body of the woman you just killed, looking horrified with yourself. There are tears streaming down your face, mixing with some of the blood around your mouth. You put your hands up over your mouth, gasping for air. 

Karl immediately rushed over to you and kneeled down next to you, asking what was happening, where were you, what’s wrong, etc. Ethan soon followed and grabbed your hands. “Baby, hey, look at me.” He cooed at you, trying to be able to see your face. 

You looked up at him, still crying, and whispered “Ethan…?” 

“Yea, baby, it’s me. Heisy’s here too.” 

“Hey there sweetpea,” Karl said, rubbing your back. 

“It…everything hurts. Why did I kill her? I didn’t want to kill her…W-what’s wrong with me? Am I a monster?” You asked, looking up at your husbands. There was nothing but pure sorrow in your eyes, no hint of the Y/n they know and love.

“No! You’re not a monster, there’s nothing wrong with you. This isn’t your fault hun. I’m gonna pick you up now and we’ll go home. Is that alright?” Ethan asked, wanting to make sure you wouldn't freak out. You nodded your head, so he kissed your temple and started to lift you up. He carried you, bridal style, and started to carry you back to the factory. You needed a bath and some sleep. 

The whole walk home you sobbed and buried your face into Ethan's chest, and then Karls when he insisted on carrying you for a while. Your horns that you had kept poking them, but they didn’t say anything about it. Occasionally your wings would stretch out and wack one of them, but they just brushed it off. You weren’t in control of it, and they both knew. They also knew that Miranda was responsible for this. No one other than Moraue had the Cadou and he wouldn’t dare risk hurting you. 

When they finally reached the factory, you did something that really shocked them. All of the metal within a ten-foot radius of you all started to shake and then come flying towards you and Heisenberg. Thankfully, Karl realized and was able to stop it from smacking into him and clinging to you. Ethan just looked over in confusion and bewilderment. Karl shook his head, saying that it wasn’t him. They just tried to get you to the “safe room” as fast as possible. 

The safe room came to be when you decided that you all needed somewhere without anything to remind you of what was happening around you. That also meant no metal for Karl to manipulate. It was fully equipped with a bathroom that had a huge bathtub and shower, a bed, and a food stash. It had taken you months to do, and you did it all without any help from either of your husbands. They knew you were working on something and that they weren’t allowed to ask about it or try to see it, but they didn’t know that it was a whole other set of rooms in the factory. 

He knew it was your best bet until you could control your new…abilities. You could bathe, eat, and sleep without having to worry about any outbursts. After being surprised with it, Karl made sure that no metal could get through the walls. 

~

It was about two months later. You hadn’t been outside. You hadn’t told your husbands exactly what she did to you. While the physical scars had healed, the mental ones hadn’t. You were currently looking at yourself in the mirror, seeing what exactly you looked like for the first time in months.

You had small, black horns peeking out from your hair. They gave you a headache anytime they started to grow more. The horns were slightly curved like the ones you typically think of when you think “demon.” Your wings were fully grown and sat folded on your back. You’ve been attempting to at least lift yourself off the ground with them, and you've been able to do that much. Anything more than that and when your husbands come to see you, they’ll find you passed out on the floor. You stretched them out so you could get a better look at them. They were like bat wings, except the non-bone parts were royal blue. They were still see through, so it looked like they were tinted. Your fingers can become black claws on command now, and you hate them. They remind you of what you did to that poor woman. Just the thought of it makes your stomach churn. Seeing her guts all over your hands, you eating them, it’s enough to make you sick. Hell, it has made you sick. 

You know that you have to leave eventually, you miss Donna and Moreau and Alcina and her daughters. You just don’t know if you can face Miranda yet. But you’re a (Lord/Lady) now so you have to attend meetings with everyone else. Karl told you about a week ago that Miranda demands your presence now that you’re “a part of the family” as she puts it, and if you aren’t at the next meeting then she’ll come and get you herself. You only nodded, even as he told you that he wouldn’t force you until you were ready. You forget that you can speak at times, so used to not being able to without punishment. 

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It was just a few weeks after when the next meeting came, and you regret telling Karl you wanted to go. Ethan insisted on going with you as well, and you appreciated the support. You got yourself ready to see people other than Ethan and Karl. Everyone is going to be there, even Alcina's daughters. 

You dressed in a black shirt with holes in the back for your wings-courtesy of the Duke-and had Ethan zip it up for you. You put on a random pair of pants and started to realize that you’d have to face her again. You turned to Ethan and Karl and started to cry. They both pulled you into a hug and told you that you didn’t have to go. You shook your head, pulled away from them, wiped your eyes, and started to grab your shoes.

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When the three of you arrived, all heads turned in your direction. Gasps can be heard, and the daughters all run up to you. They all speak at once and take turns hugging you. Karl shoos them off and takes you over to the bench he always sits on. Donna comes up to you and gives you a hug. 

“It’s nice to see you again Y/n. We missed you.” She whispers through her veil. 

“I missed you too, Donna. I’ll come over for tea soon.” You whispered back. She nods and Angie starts to chew on your pant leg. “Nice to see you too Angie,” You take her off your leg and hold her in your arms for a bit. You give her back to Donna and she walks back to her seat. Moreau is next to come and see you. He gives you a hug and you chit chat for a couple minutes before he goes back to his seat. 

You walk over to Alcina and sit down next to her. She gives you a sympathetic look and rubs your hand. You make small talk for a bit and eventually decide that you’ll go over after the meeting. 

“I have some tips on how to deal with the cravings,” She whispers into your ear as you give her a hug. You give her a small smile and walk back to Karl and Ethan. You sit in between the two of them and brace yourself for what comes next. Mother Miranda takes her spot and looks over at you. You don’t miss her smirk as you look at Karl and Ethan. You also don’t miss her frown when she notices your wedding ring back on your finger. 

She starts the meeting.

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Alrighty then, that’s all for now. If you want a part two I’m willing to make one lmao

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