#wtf this looked so fucking LIT how was i not there !!!!!!!!!!!

[flynnriderishot]

this may be a lil crazy but can you do a vinnie fic where reader is one of the sturniolo quadruplets? maybe like the fandoms colliding, the “triplets” fans all collectively fake bullying vinnie (I truly feel like if they had a sister she’d be like everybody’s girl crush like maya hawke) and just how they’d be such a cute internet power couple

a/n: i’m so in love with this idea it’s kind of insane 😭 the second i saw it, i started writing. def not the best but i did what i could :)

exposed - v.h

vinnie leant back in his gaming chair as he stared at his screen. he had taken a pause on his game of valorant to focus on the questions or comments his viewers had for him.

one in particular caught his eye

who’s your celebrity crush?

“i don’t really have a celebrity crush. i mean, you guys know how i feel about margot robbie but if i had to pick someone else, i think i’d say yn sturniolo. she’s freaking gorgeous.”

lmaooo 😭

bro get in line

don’t tell him to get in line, he might as well cut to the front 🙄

she’s so pretty

YN ?!?!

“i take it you guys know her?”

know her⁉️ we love her

that’s bae right there😪

love of my life fr 😫

vinnie stifled a laugh as he eyed the way his phone lit up with a text almost immediately after what he said.

yn 💋

gorgeous???

oh, how generous 😔

he had unknowingly made a habit of responding to your texts as quickly as he could. so without much thinking, he reached forward to grab his phone and respond.

vinnie 🤭

gorgeous, beautiful, stunning, absolutely perfect

i can keep going

yn 💋

please do 😌

i’m kidding. pay attention to your stream, your fans are getting curious

he looked up from his phone, his cheeks flushing a bit at the idea of you watching him. his eyes trailed over to the chat,

what’s bro smiling about?

what are the odds he’s actually messaging yn right now?

zero. bro has no game^^

“bro has no game.” he repeated, chuckling slightly, “you’re not wrong. i’ll play one more game of val and i’m off.”

he placed his headphones over his head, shaking his head slightly, hoping he was nonchalant enough to push away their wonders.

•••

you sat in the backseat of the car with your brother, nick as he spoke to the camera set up on the dashboard.

you could hardly pay attention to what was being said with the way chris kept pushing his seat back against your knees.

“stop!” you hit the seat, instantly getting him to start an arguement.

“you stop yelling!”

matt sighed, he had grown used to yours and chris’ banter, having dealt with it for his entire life. he chopped it up to the two of you being the youngest siblings of them all.

though, with the banter came the closeness between you two, so he knew you were only joking. however, the loud groan nick let out told him to get involved before the argument could escalate to anything more.

“leave her alone, chris.”

“she’s messing with me—“

“no, i’m not.” “no she’s not.”

“shut up! question is: who’s your celeb crushes?”

“i don’t think i have one.” matt shrugged,

“i’ll play it safe and say jacob elordi.”

“i’ll go vinnie hacker.”

chris frowned, turning in his seat to look at you, “that’s not your crush, that’s your boyfriend—“

“um— shut the fuck up?”

“dude, what the hell?”

“just cut it out, nick.” he waved off the eldest triplet, turning his attention back to you, “you can’t say your boyfriend is your celebrity crush, that doesn’t count.”

“they don’t know he’s her boyfriend, dumbass.” matt pointed out.

“just say someone else, we’ll re-film it.”

“no, because then it wouldn’t be authentic.” nick rolled his eyes, “i’ll cut her clip out. way to ruin it.”

“shut up! i was confused.”

“you’re always confused.” you scoffed, earning an offended look, “turn around.”

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vincenzohacks WHAT⁉️ @/lovelyyn you seeing this?

| lovelyyn i’m seeing it 🤔

yn.sturniolo bro…

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mattxliamneeson WTF HAPPENED TO HAVING NO GAME 💀😭 @/vinniehacker

secretlysturn not nick exposing them 🌚

| nicksgiraffehat it was technically chris…

>>> secretlysturn ‘it was technically chris 🤓’ nick edited the video 😒

vinniehacker huh

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| letstrip123 this kind of annoys me 🌝

| hackerxsturn IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

hackerslovevin it’s the way nick and chris exposed them and have yet to comment 😭

| nicolassturniolo we messed up… @/christophersturniolo

>>> christophersturniolo yeah…

yn.sturniolo @/matthew.sturniolo have i mentioned how you’re my favorite brother?

| matthew.sturniolo once or twice 🤷‍♂️

| christophersturniolo it wasn’t my fault 🙄

| @/yn.sturniolo @/vinniehacker sorry ?

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[average-vibe]

•Fame Hurts 2•

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x Streamer!Fem!reader

Summary: your presence on social media fades, and your ex notices.

Genre: Angst, Fluff at the end

TW: cursing, arguing

AN: HOLY SHIT YALL LOVED THE FIRST ONE???? SLAY??? AGAIN TY TO @modelbus for inspo!

TAGS (sorry if you didn’t want it!): @queenofdisaster-6 @lemonboys-stuff @cathers-world

part 1 is here

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Wilbur had broke up with you over 2 weeks ago, and you hadn’t streamed, posted, or made any presence on social media since then. You didn’t see any point in trying to redeeming yourself, as people would still say the same shit anyway. About how you were using him, how you didn’t deserve your fame, and how you needed to humble yourself.

quite honestly, you hated yourself for not seeing the signs sooner. How Wilbur wanted to ‘Talk’ that one day, or how he became distant for a little bit after you had collaborated on a stream, or when your stream views started to decline. It was so fucking obvious, but you were too caught up in your own emotions to notice.

You hadn’t checked your phone since then either. It had been on ‘Do Not Disturb’ since you went to an old friend, Carissa’s, apartment to stay. The only person who knew you were alive was Carissa, and she was the only one who saw you. As far as everyone else knew, you had disappeared out of nowhere.

But today, for some odd reason, you had the urge to turn your phone off of ‘Do Not Disturb’ and check your notifications.

There were about 2000.

Texts, comments, DMs, and tags had taken over your notifications, mostly people just wondering where you went.

@bae: where did @yn.loves.you and @WilburSoot go??? did they die? where did they go??? —>@gaywaffle: i’ve been wondering this forever! like did smth happen???

you didn’t know Wilbur stopped posting too. but sure enough, his last tweet was about 3 weeks ago. And his last stream was 15 days ago. He hadn’t been position either, and it was a mystery to you why.

Next, the texts. Oh, the texts.

Tommy: YN wtf where are you????

BooRan: YN, please answer

Wilbur (blocked): 75 messages

You knew it wasn’t gonna end well, and that it was a bad idea, but you clicked on Wilbur’s profile.

Wilbur (blocked)

I’m sorry

please yn

respond please

it was shitty

i’m sorry yn

i love you so much

please..

Your vision turned red. after all the shit he said about you, after all the hurtful things he did, after fucking dumping you because of people on twitter, he was begging you to come back. you got up and stomped to your car. Your plan? to go to wilbur’s house and yell at him until you couldn’t yell. or until you passed out.

You pulled into wilbur’s driveway, with nothing but your phone and a lot of angry thoughts. you opened his unlocked door, and found him sleeping on the couch. You got some water from the fridge, brought it over to him, and poured it in his face.

he woke up with a jolt, sputtering and thrashing around like an idiot. he looked at his attacker, who was you, and his eyes lit up.

“YN!” he said, a smile gracing his lips.

“YOU BITCH!” you screamed, wiping the kind look away from his face. "Fucking dump me on the side of the road, then try to get back with me?? cause you realized that your too fucking sad without a girlfriend to stare at? I’m so sorry that YOU brought this upon yourself!” you continued, voice faltering in tears. you didn’t want to cry, but you couldn’t help it. the fact that every single word was true, and not one misunderstood word, made it hurt so much more.

“YN, can i explain?” he asked, eyes looking more sad than anything.

“Explain what? how you-“

you were cut off by a kiss. A gentle, sweet, loving kiss. if you weren’t so mad, you would even admit you liked it. and you couldn’t deny the fact you leaned into it.

He let go, looking at your eyes. “I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that. I just hate to see you so mad- and at me, i just didn’t know what to do. can i please explain?”

you let out a loud sigh. “alright, go ahead.”

“Tommy told me that you loved me more than anything in the world, and so did Ran, and Phil too. everyone was saying how much they loved you.. except for the people who didn’t know you. I realized that the only reason people were saying that shit was because they didn’t know you. And if they did, they would never say that about you. Your sweet, smart, funny, beautiful, kind, and an incredible person. and i cannot believe i ever broke up with you. i’m so sorry.” he said everything in a fast paced manner, looking at the floor for the entire time.

your anger melted away. The way he said everything, you knew it was coming right from his heart. he glanced at you for but a second, and you decided to fuck it. you grabbed his face and kissed him, again. this time, it was happy. full of love, and pure joy.

you let go, and gave him a hug, at this point, you were both crying.

“YN, do you forgive me?” he asked, voice cracking.

“Yes, Wil. i forgive you.”

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what can i say i like ending on words

ANYWAY

i wrote this is 1 sitting so uh

yeah

there MIGHT be a part 3 😏

only if you ask nicely 🙄

OKAY ILYSM BYEEEE

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[judeswhore]

no nut november with Jude 😇😇. he’d deffo be like ‘i’ll be able to last’ and then after like 1 day he’s already dying for you. after like a week your getting sick of him and he’s in sm pain walking around with a boner all the time so your doing everything you can to get him to fuxk you. getting into bed in skimpy pyjamas, walking round the house in lingerie and it still isn’t working. Then one night your both lying in bed and you just like casually stripping naked and whipping out your dildo and he’s like ??!? and your all ‘i have needs bellingham’ and then he just can’t help himself anymore and fucks you.

he’d be sooooo confident at the start bc he actually is just so full of himself but u know for a fact he’s gna fail bc he can’t go two days without fucking u🙄and he literally lasts a week or so bc its like everything u do is turning him on no matter how small and innocent. and at first u hadn’t been doing anything on purpose he wld lit just get a boner watching u apply gloss bc he felt so deprived. but then u were also starting to feel deprived so u were doing everything to make him fail. wearing skimpy pjs to bed, giving him a lingerie haul and it’s all just tiny scraps of material, wearing his rma shirt and nothing else and bending down in front of him, getting in the shower when he’s getting ready in the bathroom and seeing ur naked body through the glass has him almost coming in his joggers. but he’s managed to hold out despite all the comments abt how mean ur being and how ur gna regret being such a brat when the months over. but then ur in bed one night and ur so worked up bc you’d watched jude working out all afternoon and ur not doing no nut november so ur just reaching for ur vibrator and he’s turning to u all ??? bc wtf are u doing??? ur just telling him u have needs and that it’s not fair that he’s worked out in front of u all day and got u all worked up but won’t help u out so ur just gna have to do it urself. ur getting urself off w the vibrator and he can hear ur soft little moans and whimpers but he’s determined not to look at u, trying to focus on the tv but then ur giving his little sob all “feels so good jude” and he’s losing his mind. is all “fuck this” and then he’s knocking the vibrator from ur hand and making u cum on his tongue. then he’s fucking u but he cums so quickly bc of how wound up he is and how long he’s been waiting

#hey jude :)

[strgrlxox]

𓆞 what could have been 🐚

🌊  ↺ i combined two requests for this onee so hopefully it isn’t two shitty?? ❞¸

+ ¸ ❞ also ik yall see how good she looks in that picture oh LORD ↺ 🌊 

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🌊 || SUMMARY :: request one here. request two here.

�� || CONTAINS :: reader is insecure. dark!abby. the relationship is a little toxic?? abby quite literally breaks into readers apartment (idk wtf is wrong w me either). fingering (both receiving).  

🌊 || WORD COUNT :: 1.7k

you had regretted your decision to leave her the second you made it. you had let your lack of confidence determine the fate of your relationship and it killed you. 

you were home, like you have been for days now. after ending things off with abby, you had pretty much nowhere to go. you missed her. you missed her touch, her smell, her face, and the way she looked at you. you groaned out loud, unable to hold in your distaste. 

you had brought this on yourself, you knew that. but it didn’t make it hurt any less. you couldn't help but cry at what could have been.

“why are you crying?” it was her. undeniably her. you had to have been dreaming. you blinked your eyes open, squinting to see better in the dimly lit room and there she was as clear as day. 

“what’s the matter? cat got your tongue?”

you felt your pulse rise as your heart threatened to leave your chest. “abby? why––––how are you here?” 

“you gave me a key, remember?” she answered simply, a tight (forced) smile meeting her lips. “now i wanna know why you tried to leave me…”

her pout said it all; that you hurt her, that she was upset, and that she had come here with a goal. you had left her but she had found you again, and she was determined to get an answer from you. 

“abby––––i don’t…” suddenly your mouth felt dry. sure, you should’ve been a little concerned at how comfortable she seemed coming into your home but all you could feel was relief. 

“that’s not a fucking answer.” you couldn’t help but flinch at the harshness in her voice, she had never spoken to you so sternly before. she walked up to you with quick strides, leaning over you from your spot on the bed. “tell me what i did so i can fix it…please?”

she sits in front of you on your bed, her right hand finding a place on your hip.

whiplash. she gives you fucking whiplash. how quickly she could go from looking at you so firmly to looking at you so tenderly. it hurt you to know that she thought it was something she did to you. 

“you deserve–––” you began but didn’t get a chance to finish because she was cutting you off with a hardened look in her eye.

“is that what you think?” her breath is hot and minty against your face, and her grip on your waist never loosens but you begin to find some comfort in it––––your body recognizing her touch immediately and relaxing into it. “you think i don’t deserve you?”

the wake of her anguish which she masks as indignation makes you shudder. every hair on your body, standing because that is not what you said at all but fuck, does it sound good when she says it. you feel guilty for the way your body reacts to her whimper.

“i didn’t say that, abs.” you aren’t sure how you managed to find enough air to speak when it feels like she invaded it all. 

“well, then what did you say?” her eyes narrow and her tone hardens. if you thought you had ever seen her angry before it was clear that you knew nothing of her anger. 

“i just…you deserve better than me, abby.”

you expect her eyes to soften like they used to whenever you expressed insecurity, you expect her grip to loosen––––to become tender how you remember. what you do not expect is the laughter. it’s cruel and deep and targeted. she’s laughing at you. letting you know just how ridiculous you sound.

“when i told you i intended on being with you for the rest of my life, you agreed.”  

“i know but––”

“no. did you lie to me? or do you just not trust me to keep my promises?” there it is again, that childlike pain in her gaze. despite the anger seeping within her words, you can tell she is hurt…that you’ve hurt her.

you don’t like that you are the source of her anguish, it pains you. you’ll do anything to take that pain away. you can’t help it, you grab her face and press her lips to yours. her kiss is hesitant. on one hand, you don’t deserve to taste her after what you’ve done to her. on the other hand, you taste so good. fuck, you taste like hers. 

you wanted to atone, to show her that you’d realized the error in your ways. you wanted her to forgive you for letting your insecurities hurt her. because she’s taught you something you never dreamed of learning before her. she’s taught you how to pay homage. 

“let me show you how sorry i am.” you whine up at her, pulling back and staring at her unsure eyes. “let me show you how wrong i was, abby.”

she watched you for a moment, trying to decide whether or not she should let you have your way––––let you prove yourself. but it was no use, she could never deny you. not when you looked so pretty asking.

“you gonna be good for me?” she rasped out, her voice alone was enough to make you shiver. you nodded vigorously, eyes widening because you didn’t expect her to give in so easily. 

“i’m gonna be so good for you, you can take what you need from me.”

–

it was supposed to be a punishment; her making you watch as she made herself come and wouldn’t let you help. and it was…at first. but as her groans grew louder and her back began to arch…you couldn’t help but feel lucky to be able to see her this way.

your mind started to race with all kinds of (but all mutually nasty) thoughts. one of which seemed to cloud your judgment…you wanted to feel her inside you. “wanna feel you inside me, please.” her eyes flicker up to yours, almost feeling embarrassed at how despite you are to feel her. “please, abby. i wanna feel your cum inside me.”

she blinked at the request, not quite understanding what you were asking of her until your hand flew to her wrist as you tugged her closer, your mouth watering at how pretty her fingers looked covered in her own cum. she groans at how ravenous you’ve become, loving how badly you need her.

“why do you think you get to ask me for anything right now, hm? after what you did to me?” it physically pains her to deny you but she’s meant to be teaching you a lesson.

you sob, body moving with an unfocused speed. she had never seen you move with such haste before, hovering over her body with your legs on either side of her lap and letting your forehead fall against hers. “i know, i’m sorry but i just want you. so bad.” 

it annoyed her how cute you were, how impossible you made it for her to  keep up a tough appearance. she mocked your pout, deciding to be somewhat nice to you.

“yeah, okay. i’ll do it, baby, i promise.” her words do very little to sooth your wanting but the gentleness in her tone makes your eyes flutter. “but i need you to do something for me first, okay?”

you nod wildly, blindly agreeing to whatever she’ll ask from you. “anything, i’ll do anything. need to feel you.”

“i’ll make it all better if you tell me you love me, tell me you’ll never leave me again.” she pulls your head back so that your mouth is no longer touching her. “if you tell me you fucking need me.”

“i love you, i’ll never leave you again.” tears bubble up in your eyes as you buck your hips. “i need you abby, more than anything.”

she growls, feverishly and primal. you moan when she finally puts two fingers inside you, curling them in the perfect way. she always managed to make you feel so full. your breath hitching as she kisses below your ear. whispering about how good you’re being for her and how you take her fingers so well. telling you she’s proud of you for learning from your mistakes, that she’s so happy that you know you’re her girl––no one else's, and how perfect your pussy is.

despite how good it feels and how much her words turn you on, you huff at her lack of movement, hoping that she’ll remember you’re her good girl and take pity on you. instead, she hushes you and continues doing nothing but kissing you and whispering in your ear. you whine, hand reaching up to tug on her hair.

she laughs, it comes from deep within her chest. “well, go on. you wanna cum? you do it yourself.”

you whimper again, unable to process her words properly when all you hear is she’s not gonna make you cum. 

“no, none of that.” she rolls her eyes, her free hands coming down to caress you hip gently. “i was nice enough to give you my fingers, you can do the rest.”

“f-fuck, abby.” you whine when she doesn’t move, bucking your hips in disagreement.

“that’s it, that’s my good girl.” she coos, her fingers never changing pace or stopping but her kisses grow more persistent. “fuck yourself with my fingers.”

you place your hands on her chest to steady yourself. you set a fixed rhythm, bouncing desperately against her. she curls her fingers again to assist you while you smack your into her, eyes rolling when you remember that her cum is inside you.

“jesus, abby.” you whine, tears bubbling in your eyes. “you’re so good to me.”

she hums, her free hand wiping away your tears. 

you rode her until your thighs began to ache and your stomach began to burn. your orgasm passed over you leisurely, soft sighs of her name leaving your lips like it was the only language you could speak. her body keeping yours steady as you rocked slowly in her hold before doubling over with your head in her neck. she rode it out for you before taking her fingers out of your trembling cunt. she couldn’t stop herself from tasting the mess you made, moaning around her fingers as your flavor melted on her tongue. “you’re mine, baby. forever.”

#ꗃ%abby babyˑ༄ #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #abby anderson blurb #abby anderson fluff #ꗃ%jos library⤷✰

[runa-falls]

flashing lights

summary: Officer Rogers pulls you over for speeding

pairing: police officer!steve rogers x reader

(side ransom drysdale x reader)

rating: explicit 18+ (broh i stg if you’re under 18 imma block u -.-)

warnings: SMUT, PIV sex with clothes on, public sex, misuse of power? (idk wtf), creampie (big emphasis on this), dirty talk, poly relatioship lowkey, second degree cuckhold lmao

word count: 2.3k

A/N: had this idea when I was going to meet a fwb only to be outrageously disappointed by the outcome (the fwb meet up not the fic lmaoo). needless to say, I needed this fic. also i absolutely did not read what I wrote cuz im crazy like that. thank you. amen.

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Wind rushes in from either side of your car, the sound almost deafening against the pounding music booming through your speakers. Your foot pushes down on the gas, unaware–and frankly, uncaring–of the speed you’re driving, just wanting to get to your destination as soon as possible.

You got a text that your best friend-with-benefits just got home from a business trip and wants a welcome home gift. You hadn’t seen him for a couple of weeks, so you were understandably excited to oblige to his requests.

It’s an unusually cool night, so the dark streets, lit only by sparsely placed overhead lights, are graced with thick clouds of fog making it hard to see far ahead of yourself.

As you zoomed past an empty intersection, you hear the heart-stopping noise of a siren followed by the dull bloom of flashing blue and red lighting up the interior of your car through the back window. Fuck, you look down at your speedometer, wait, you’re only sixty-five in a fifty-five zone. Why are they stopping you?

You carefully veer off the road and stop in front of a forest of trees, making haste to yank out your license from your wallet. This certainly isn’t how you expected tonight to go.

If there’s one thing you hate, it’s confrontations with police. Even when you haven’t done anything wrong, they scare the fuck out of you.

The officer slowly parked behind you and took his sweet time pulling himself out of his car. Based on the way he swaggered over to your window, thumb hanging from his equipment buckle, he was cocky and knew who held the power in their situation.

You wait in your seat patiently, trying to keep your body from shaking in anticipation. The tiny pink skirt you’re wearing rides up your thighs, making your nervous hands pinch and pull them down, stretching out the fabric. You weren’t expecting to have to interact with anyone except Ransom tonight, least of all a police officer.

Your knee bounces when he knocks on the side of the door, announcing his arrival. You look up and have to crane your neck to meet the officer’s deep steel eyes. He gazed back down at your trembling figure, tongue sticking out to wet his lips.

“Good evening, ma’am, license and registration, please.”

“Here, sir.” You keep your voice short and sweet, hoping to get through this without a scratch. You hand him your card and paper, watching as he takes a good while looking over them. You see the name ‘Rogers’ etched onto a metal button placed on top of a navy blue pocket. He stops his scanning and looks up at you with an unsatisfied look on his face.

“Do you realize how fast you were driving tonight?” His head is tilted to the side as he asks the question. He looks down at you with an air of condescension, eyes taking note of your outfit. “Have something important to get to?”

“Just visiting a friend, sir.” You squeak out a response, feeling the weight of his stare. His eyebrow raises at your answer.

“Hm…I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle.” Your eyes widen, hands shaking as you unbuckle yourself from the seat. Your heart is beating out of your chest as you slowly step out of the car. Officer Rogers casually holds the door open with an arm, barely giving you any room to stand up in front of him.

“Um…what seems to be the pr-” Before you knew what was happening, he forcibly turns you around and pushes the front of your body to the dewy coolness of your car. A gasp is pushed out of you from the aggression of his actions.

You squeak out a whine as your arms are pulled behind you and held by his hand wrapped around both wrists. He tsks at your pathetic sounds of pain.

“You don’t ask the questions here, sweetheart.” You can feel his warm breath against your neck as he speaks roughly into your skin. “Had a rough day and you’re gonna help me feel better. How does that sound, princess?” You give him a stuttered nod, barely able to move your body from the way he pushes into you.

His rough hand glides down your back, tracing each ridge of your spine before squeezing your ass through the thin cloth of your skirts. His close proximity against you fills your mind with his cologne and a faint taste of cigarettes. “You going to see your little boyfriend in this get-up?”

“He’s not my boyfriend-”

“Ah…so you spread your legs for all your friends?” Your eyebrows furrow at his degrading words. You push back against his body, trying to escape his hold but he doesn’t even flinch at your actions. He teases the end of your skirt then changes his mind and pushes both of your wrists to either side of your head against the window. Your breath fogs up the glass, blurring the only reflection of him you could see.

“I mean, you’re letting me do all this to you. Must really be a cock hungry slut, huh?” He leans his hips against you and pushes your legs apart using a booted foot, letting you feel his hardness against your soft body. You melt against him and he becomes the only thing holding you up.

“What would he think if you showed up with a full pussy, limping all the way to his doorstep?” He cooed into your sweat-stuck neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin until he sees purple.

Your back is forced to arch away from him, shoving your hips into his. He flips over the back of your skirt and admires the ruined white panties that barely cover your skin. You’d look so innocent if you weren’t panting for him. He gives you a small pinch, watching as your body jumps at the feeling.

You feel two warm fingers press against your cunt and slide up to your clit. The cloth moistens from your leaking slick and you feel Officer Roger’s hum vibrate against you at the feeling. “I’d love to continue this but I need your hot cunt around me.” You hear the sound of ruffling fabric and the jingling of metal cuffs behind you.

Hot skin presses against your thighs and he prods at your clothes center insistently. Your hair is swept to your shoulder to expose your neck more openly for him. You feel him tug your panties down and let them hang right over your knees, just enough to situate himself at your entrance.

“Baby is so creamy for me…” You let out wordless sounds, desperate to get filled as he uses his head to spread your essence and watches it drip down your leg.

You feel the indescribable pressure of him stretching you open. He pushes in slowly, forcing you to feel every ridge and vein as he goes. Your chest breathes out a moan as you push back against him, frustrated by the slowness of his pace, just wanting him deeper inside of you.

He snaps his hips in quick spurts in response to your greedy behavior, not stopping even as your breaths turn into sharp gasps. “Not very patient are we?” He pushes your face into the window, smashing your flushed cheek against the cooled glass. You hear the squelching of your wetness magnified with the sound of bare skin slapping against each other. It makes you delirious.

Your grip on the car starts to slip as your palms sweat from the intensity of his ministrations. The ghostly streaks run down the glass and disappear as quickly as they arrive

He spots your falling form and lets your wrists go to turn you around to face him. His hands raise to the sides of your face and he pulls you in for a kiss and you almost fall from the intensity of it. His tongue caresses yours, drinking you in as your body squirms against his. You promptly kick off your panties before you’re picked up by the hips and forced to wrap your legs around him for support.

Your back is slammed back onto the metal behind you, and a population of goosebumps explodes from the sudden temperature change against your bare skin. He quickly returns himself into your warmth, holding you up like you weigh nothing.

His rhythmic grunts catch every time he bottoms out into you, stabbing your spot over and over again. His ruthless focus on hitting the bundle of nerves inside of you provokes hot tears down your face.

Rogers watches the stream of dark mascara travel down your chin and into the deep cleavage of your hidden black lace push-up. He loves it when you cry. You lean your head back, taking in the dark starry sky and letting out broken moans.

“You gonna let me fill you up, honey?” You look up at him with glassy eyes, nodding frantically. Your arms hold on to him tighter as his pace speeds up, grabbing you to trust yourself back onto him. As your bodies are pushed closer together, your clit slides against him and you see white at the combined pleasure. You clench around him, so close to your release that you can barely decipher where you are.

He grunts against the feeling of your tightness, struggling to continue his actions. You feel him stutter and throb inside of you. “Fuck princess, you’re so tight for me.” Your chest rises rapidly as white pleasure takes over each of your limbs and blanks out your mind. Your warmth flutters around him and he lurches forward at the feeling, strokes becoming slow yet firm.

You feel his hot cum gush inside of you before you heard his strangled groan. He fills you to the brim, producing a handful of small thrusts until he’s forced to lean his weight against you.

You hear his hum as he pulls out of you, setting you down to stand with your back to the car. Your legs are shaky as they recalibrate to support your weight again. You watch as he swiftly pulls up his pants and relatches his belt of assorted tools onto his figure. He spots your white underwear on the floor and crouches down to scoop them up.

“You won’t need these tonight.” He shoves them in his front right pocket and gives you a smug look, admiring your disheveled form. Your cheeks are flushed and stained from your pleasure-filled tears. You bite your lip waiting for his next move.

“Thanks for the help, baby. You just made my day a whole lot better…You can get back into the car now” He didn’t make a motion to move out of the way, so you scooted yourself around him, and got back in, still in a daze from what just happened.

You squeeze your knees closed, hoping you wouldn’t leave a stain on the car seat. Officer Rogers closes the door for you and uses his arm to lean against it.

“Be a good girl and don’t speed on the way, okay, honey?”

“Yes, sir.” You beam a smile at him and start your car. He pats the car before turning to walk back to his, still sporting the arrogant walk he came up to you with.

—

You pull up to Ransom’s ridiculously windowed house, quickly taking a look at your appearance in the car mirror. You were taken aback at the makeup running down your face and the fluffy state of your hair. Your fingers run through your hair and wipe under your eyes. That would have to do for now, you’re already late.

You see him as soon as you open the car door, waiting in front of the house. A lit cigarette burns in his sweater-clad hand as he sends you an irritated look, obviously waiting for your arrival longer than he’d like to. You send him a sheepish smile, walking with your legs slightly closer together than usual to keep everything inside of you.

“And where have you been?” He takes a puff from the cigarette and lets it blow out of his nose as his eyebrow raises in question.

“I got pulled over on the way here…” You mumble out, knowing he doesn’t really care for the answer.

“Oh yeah?” He flicks the cigarette to the ground and it lands right next to your shoe. You put it out for him as he wanders closer to you, taking in your puffy pink lips. “He punish you again?” You give him a small guilty nod.

He walks inside the house, expecting you to follow him. You see him settled on one of his crazy expensive armchairs. He beckons you closer with a finger and pats his lap. He always knows how to make you feel like one of his little pets. Small and insignificant.

You follow his wordless instructions, draping your body over his legs to let him have a good view up your skirt. He sighs as he places his hands on you, missing the softness of your body.

“Let’s see the damage he left this time…” He drags a warm hand up your thigh and reveals the present that Steve left for him. You were a mess down there, your reddened cheeks contrast nicely with the splattered white cum in and around your cunt. “What was it this time? A broken tail light, loud music?” You softly shake your head.

“Speeding.” He hums in acknowledgment, spreading your combined slick around and pushing back inside of you. You can’t help but moan at the rough way he handles you.

“He always pulls this shit when he knows I’m back. Can’t let me have you to myself.” Ransom grumbles in frustration, eyes not leaving your weeping pussy. “Think you can go again anyway, baby?” A grin pulls at your lips and you nod with newfound energy.

“Yes sir, anything for you.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fic #steve rogers smut #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans fanfiction #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale #officer!steve rogers #police!steve rogers #captain america x reader #captain america #captain america x you #captain america smut #chris evans smut

[bella-rose29]

Darling

Nikolai Lantsov x f!reader

Woke up in a lot of pain because my body systems hate me, so I wrote this (I'm doing better now)

Word count: 1.4k (wtf i didn't mean to write this much lol)

Warnings: periods, anything period related, swearing, this is also based purely on my own experiences (although not the bit where he's hugging her 🥲), not proof read/edited

Tag list: @bubybubsters, @el-de-phi, @hauntedenthusiasttragedy, @iambored24601, @itsyoboo-jassy, @karensirkobabes, @kentucky-criedfricken, @little8sun, @mvidaaaa, @naushtheaspiringauthor, @notoakay, @simbaaas-stuff, @pietromaximoffsbabe (i'm so sorry lovely i completely forgot to add you earlier)

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking, fuck, fuck!"

"You alright, darling?"

"Yep, all good, Nik!"

Y/n was not at all good. She'd woken up next to an empty space that morning, smiling and shaking her head when she realised where her husband was, sat at his desk and already working, and then had felt an excruciating burst of pain in her abdomen. She heard Nikolai stand up, his chair thumping against the carpeted floor as he came over to the bed.

"Yeah, you're very clearly not alright, darling," he said as he took in her pained expression. "What's going on? Do you need me to get the healer?"

"Monthly cycle, and yes please," she gasped out.

"Okay. Are you able to move?" Y/n shook her head, blinking back the tears that were forming in her eyes. "Alright darling. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay? Just gonna get the healer." He planted a kiss on her forehead, then practically sprinted out of the room. Y/n would have laughed if she thought it wouldn't hurt.

Nikolai really was only gone a few minutes, returning on his own but laden with heat packs. Y/n felt tears form for a different reason as he knelt down next to the bed to activate the heat packs, placing them on her lower stomach, adjusting them so that they all fit. The healer appeared with an assistant then, bag in hand as she sent Y/n an apologetic look.

"How are you doing, Your Majesty?"

"Not great," she whispered, eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to force the pain away. It was times like these that Y/n wished she were Grisha; if she were a Healer or a Tidemaker then maybe she could heal the pain away or force her body to comply through the water in her brain. The healer and Nikolai were talking, although Y/n couldn't make out what was being said, but then a minute or so later her husband was out the room and the healer was placing her hands over Y/n's abdomen, attempting to ease the Queen's pain. The assistant had brought a change of underclothes, helping Y/n to swap them.

"The King has just gone to arrange some things so that your day is easier for you, Your Majesty, he'll be back in a bit. I'll stay here for as long as you need, and in a moment I'll ask you to take the tonic on your bedside table, alright?" Her voice was calm and soothing, and Y/n felt ready to drift off.

"What's the tonic for?"

"It should alleviate some of the pain. We've only recently developed it, but it's had an incredibly high success rate."

"Oh, okay." She was feeling better now, the work the healer was doing helping hugely, and the heat packs distracted from what pain was left over.

"Are you able to sit, Your Majesty?"

"I think so, hang on." Wincing at the stab of pain when she moved, Y/n gritted her teeth, and with the help of the healer was able to sit up in bed. Nikolai returned then, now carrying a box of some description, and his face lit up at the sight of his wife looking better.

"I've got chocolate," he said, lifting the box. "And I managed to convince the head cook to surrender a couple of those breakfast pastries you love so much. Don't feel you need to eat anything now, darling, just let me know and I'll get it for you." She laughed lightly, flinching when it made the pain increase, and took the hand he offered when he sat down next to her. He managed to manoeuvre them so that he was sat behind her, a leg on either side. He pressed kisses to her hair every now and then, arms stroking up and down her arms, sometimes drifting down to gently stroke her stomach.

"Do you think you're able to take the tonic now, Your Majesty?"

"Yeah, I think so."

It tasted bitter going down, and nothing seemed to happen, but the healer reassured her that it would kick in within about 20 minutes.

"I just need to go and sort a few things out, Your Majesty, but I'll come back every so often to check up on how you're doing and bring you more tonics, alright?"

"Thank you," Nikolai said, grateful smile appearing on his face. The healer and her assistant bowed, exiting the room. The couple sat in silence for a while, Y/n basking in the warmth of the packs and her husband's body behind her, and the soft touches of his hands on her arms. Her heart ached with how gentle and loving he was being, and the tears came back. Hearing her quiet sniffles, Nikolai panicked, thinking it had gotten worse.

"What's wrong, darling? Does it still hurt?"

"No," she replied, shaking her head. "Well, yes, but not as much. It's not that though. I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed by you, Nik."

Although she couldn't see it, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Me? Why?"

"I've never been looked after like this before. It's nice. And I guess because we were arranged I thought you wouldn't care that much, but you do, and my body is all out of whack right now which isn't helping but it's making me want to cry because I love you."

Nikolai was silent for a while, never stopping stroking her arms, but Y/n started to worry. She was just about to speak up when he finally spoke.

"I love you too, Y/n."

Then she really did start crying, tears slipping down her face and wetting the bedsheets. Nikolai turned her face towards his, softly wiping away what he could and leaning in to press his lips to hers. It was brief, but more full of love than any other they'd shared, and Y/n couldn't believe how lucky she'd been in getting him as her husband.

"Wait," she said, pulling away with a frown. "What about your meetings?"

"Cancelled them," Nikolai shrugged. "You're more important to me, darling."

"Won't Zoya be mad? That you're leaving things to her?"

"She was actually weirdly understanding for Zoya. I'm fully convinced I'm going to be sent some very strongly worded letters involving death threats, though. Or made to plant face first into the lake by a strong wind."

Y/n giggled, picturing the scenario, and made a mental note to ask Zoya to do just that. Preferably when Nikolai was in just his slacks, suspenders and undershirt, and not for any particular reason.

"You'll be fine, Kolya."

~~~

Later that day, Y/n was feeling much better, having taken another dose of the tonic, and was sat outside by the lake with Zoya. Nikolai had rescued a frog (although the frog looked rather happy where it was) and was placing it on the bank. All of a sudden, the wind picked up, and Nikolai was pushed in the water, arms windmilling as he fell. It was a warm day, so he'd taken off his jacket, and while Y/n did feel a little bad for asking Zoya to push him in, all regrets were washed away when he emerged from the lake, completely soaked with water from head to toe.

He stalked over, trying not to smile at how loudly his wife was laughing, and pointed an accusatory finger at the Grisha General.

"I know that was you, Zoya. How could you, to your King, of all people!"

"I was just doing what my Queen commanded, Your Majesty," she mock bowed from where she sat, smirk on her face as she watched Nikolai wipe the water from his eyes. Y/n was still cackling next to her, and Zoya was glad to see her friend doing better than this morning.

"Darling Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Would you like a hug?" Her eyes widened, almost comically so, as Nikolai leaned in, arms open wide. She shrieked with joy as he got closer, pushing him away (not really, he was far too strong).

"Nik!" she laughed, all thoughts of pain completely forgotten.

He did eventually get his hug, but only when he was clean and dry (Y/n had found bits of grass and water plants in his hair), and not threatening to cover Y/n in lake water.

"Thank you, Nik, for everything today."

"Of course, darling. I love you."

"Love you too," she hummed, drifting off in her husband's arms.

#grishaverse #netflix shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai lanstov x y/n #nikolai x y/n

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 12

chapter 22:

1. 😟😟 all james wants is for sirius to be there for james the way james ALWAYS was for sirius

2. 😟 james wished hodge happy birthday even though hodge died yesterday. i- i am not okay

3. “Regulus never fails to look up. Evan would be proud of him for that, he thinks.” 😧 that was vile to put in there

4. james has resorted to BEGGING for medicine from sirius and can’t understand why sirius won’t send any. this hurts so bad

5. nope. i’m done. i can’t read any more. james started looking forward to death cause he would be out of this arena and out of pain. jfc i’m done

6. anyways. i’m back cause i couldn’t stop reading.

7. REGULUS AND JAMES ARE REUNITED!!! THANK GOD!!! 😊

8. 😧 wait nevermind. james just mistook regulus for sirius. “James has never, not once in his life under any circumstances, mistaken Regulus for Sirius”

9. james is delulu from medicine and reg just found out that the plan has always been to get reg home. this hits like a motherfucking truck

10. james is high as a fucking kite, can’t figure out why “sirius” is being mean to him, cause he’s never been mean to him. and is also wondering why “sirius” is oddly attractive for being mean

11. it takes james half a chapter, and reg cutting his shirt for james to realize it’s not sirius. cause sirius has different scars. i love james sm 😭😭

12. “What was Sirius thinking? Drugging James? In the middle of the fucking hunger games? That might be the most idiotic thing Regulus has ever known his brother to do, and this is Sirius he's talking about, so that's saying a lot. Sirius once flipped a cigarette in the air and tried to catch it with his mouth while it was lit, and kept doing it until he could actually consistently manage it, no matter how much it burned him. Though, in fairness, he can still do that trick to this day.”

LMAO WHAT??? that’s so random and i love it

13. 😧 legit sobbing. reg says that james lost the spark in his eyes. and he’s the one person he expected to never lose his spark

14. reg reveals that they both can go home. james’ spark is back. i’m sobbing harder now. they’re so in love

15. i eat, breathe, and dream those author end notes. bizzarestars writes their end notes the way my brain processes the fic. <33

chapter 23:

1. starting the chapter off with pain, i see. losing vanity changed james. like. horribly changed him.

2. “What Regulus hates more than James is his suffering.” jfc he’s so emotionally constipated

3. james is sad and all reg can think is hmmmm i want him to start flirting with me again, because it meant he was happy bitch wtf

4. awww they’re cuddling and just got a package! my babies are gonna make it out!

5. reg realizes he has to put on a show, so he offers to feed james. and wants to gouge his eyeballs out for offering that. 😭😭😭😭

6. i’m dying from embarrassment but this is also so fucking funny. reg is like. let’s talk about our feelings. for each other. and james is just like *head tilt* ???

7. “"You weren't my first crush, James," Regulus whispers. "You were my first love."”

james didn’t just make reg feel good, he made reg feel and i am NOT okay.

8. “This whole time, Regulus has been steady on the fact that he wouldn't kiss James to save his own life, but he's apparently willing to do it to save James'.”

JFC why is he so emotionally constipated???

9. THEY KISS????? james is gonna be heartbroken when he realizes it was all an act

10. oh thank god james realized. at least it broke his heart now and not in two weeks

11. *squints* now reg has never wanted anything more than this kiss. girl. please. realize.

12. god, i’ve never read a kiss more beautifully and emotionally desperate written.

13. 😏 reg called him baby again!

14. oh god, maybe i’m just as bad as everyone in the hallow. maybe i’m just as bad as them. cause i enjoy their romance. i enjoy it so much. maybe i’m just as bad as the hallow for that. i- i think this every time i read the hunger games.

15. “James wants to sink his teeth into Regulus and leave the deep imprints of his teeth from one jutting hip bone to the other.” sometimes i forget that jegulus is a little unhinged in ways like this. and every time i’m reminded, I LOVE IT

16. “"You treat me like I'm stupid for daring to see good in people, but if there's no good in anyone, then what's the fucking point?"”

this entire section. this. this is what james is all about

17. 😟 authors note just told me i’m no better than a hallow. for my excitement over jegulus. and- yeah. i guess so. i’m so sorry y’all

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #fanfic #sirius black #sunseeker #starchaser #crimson rivers

[abbysbraids]

Lifesaver

Warnings: nicknames, Ellie takes care of crying reader , reader attached by abuse ex , choking , soft Ellie

being new to Seattle you find the cheapest place it’s was temporary you hoped at least your neighbor Beth was an older lady she always complained about you the mess the noise the smell when you lit a candle one time she’s so fucking annoying when you hear a knock on the door if it’s Beth I’m gonna fucking lose it you thought opening the door but instead it was a cop

“ hey ma’am are you y/n “ a 5’5 fall woman with a cop uniform name said ellie Her features are beautiful her beautiful bright green eye you could get lost In her freckles spread all over her face and next you wonder is her lower body had them also

“Yes that’s me is there an issue officer willams “

Ellie can’t help but me drawn to you your hip dips your little belly hanging your the most gorgeous woman she’s ever seen suddenly she loves her job meeting you was only the binging

“ well we got a complaint from apartment 3b that there was too much noise in 4b

“ oh okay officer I’m so I’ll keep it down, do you have somewhere to be I would love to invite you for some coffee as a thank you for all the good work you do here”

“ Oh no I could never enjoy your day I wouldn’t mean to pry “

“none sense it would be a pleasure come on in if your not in a rush willams “

“ well in that case( get it cause cop pls laught ) sure princess “

your stomach turns at the nickname ‘princess’ oh she just got hotter they was she look so fine in her uniform no wtf are you doing she a cop for fucking sakes and you just in invited her in maybe this will go anyware maybe…

Ellie sits at your couch while you make coffee for the both of you

“ would you like some cookies freshly baked there good “

“ that sound delicious sure princess “

You also put those put hopefully she likes them and heading back to where she sitting with her legs apart and lap on full display she couldn’t be straight right ?

“ if you mind me asking officer you look pretty young how old are you ?”

“ i don’t mind it’s okay I’m 28 the youngest officer here “ she says with a big on her smile on her face

“ wow that impressive you looking amazing no wonder i was drawn to you from the moment I layer eyes on you “ you shot your shot whats the worst that could happen? We’re you too bold fuck you should have thought it through

“ I appreciate it thank you I feel drawn to you I don’t know what it is maybe we’re meant to be “ She says in a joking matter but secretly hoping you would read into it

“ maybe I know this is personal but do you like girl ?”

“ yeah I do yourself?”

“ me too my girl friend just broke up with me but stuff happens “ you say in a low voice

“ I’m so sorry are you okay I could leave if you want to be alone “ just noticing your red ish eyes

“ no need I would like some company I really like your company “

“ care for a hug I’ve been told I give good hugs “ hoping to put a smile on your face

Ellie gets up from her seat across yours coming over to your seal and opening her arms you happily take the opportunity hold her tight hopping she never leaves until there a know on the door you pull away and Ellie kisses your cheek your blush a little going to open the door in silence to be grafted by your cheating ex

“ please take me back I need you I know I cheated but I changed “

“ no I’m not taking you back asshole “

“ yes you will you have no choice “ she says as she picks you buy your shirt and pushes you aces the wall your eyes start welling in your eyes

Ellie jumps in to help you pulling her off oh you and throwing them into the hallway

“ get the fuck off her your hurting her “ walking over to her arresting her you watching in fear of your ex jumping to attack u again falling into the floor sobbing this isn’t the first time she’s done this your whole relationship was like she said if you break up with she will find you and be with you forever you were scared of her as she sees you on the floor she runs to you hugging you to comfort you in some way

“ your safe it’s everything’s okay I got you promise I’ll always keep you safe “ seeing you like this hurt her how could someone do this to you the most perfect gir she’s every seen

All you can do is sob in her arms untill you’ve calmed down to say someone to her

“ please don’t leave “ as all you could muster up to say you couldn’t be alone right know needing someone warm embrace next to you

“ don’t worry im not going anywhere okay baby what do you need right now I’ll do anything “

“ can I just go to bed for a while just wait till I fall asleep and leave then so I don’t have to see you “

“ of course sweet girl I’m not leave at all untill your better “ she says as she pick you up to carry you to the bedroom wiping your tears on your face with her finger

“ what about your job ellie do don’t feel like you need to stay “

“ I want to stay silly I couldn’t leave you like this babe it’s a shit job anyways who cares “

You arrive to your very messy bedroom when she lays down on your back while she’s carefully remove your claw clip you had on being so gentle not to hurt you in any way

“ shh your okay princess I promise your safe sweetheart kissing your forehead with a comforting kiss “ I got you honey could I lay next to you baby?”

“ please “ she nods and lays next to you holding you close so your face is in the crook of her neck talking in her smell she smells heavenly kissing the top of your head as you slowly fall asleep in her arms you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Notes: cop elliee time idk how I feel about this one 😔it’s kinda good but idkkk it’s a little rushed if you can tell if there any mistakes pls tell me I can’t spell to save my life I’m sorry:(

#the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #tlou fic #ellie the last of us #tlou headcanons #ellie willams x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader

[izukuisbaby]

thinking about sukuna who’s only soft for his s/o saying

“are you crying? holy shit, i didn’t know that cookies meant that much to you!”

⊹˚.⋆ HIS SOFT SPOT 4 YOU - RYOMEN SUKUNA

℘. flora's notes : @doulyeah-the-simp and me were talking about the "I hate everyone but you" trope the other day and this satisfied my needs 😫. also I think I finally found the format between fics and headcanons and I think I love it 💀, it's perfect for me omg I'm so excited to do more of those !

℘. female, male, gn reader friendly !

m.list | comment or reblog if you enjoyed !

⊹˚.⋆ he buys you a cookie

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℘. "oi, i brought you a cookie, 'thought you'd like it" he says throwing the bag at you

℘. and you deadass started crying cuz that's just so not sukuna but so affectionate

℘. like he thought of you and bought that HOW CUTE

℘. and now you were sobbing

℘. "...kuna... thank you" and you're like 🥺🥲

℘. and you rush to hug his chest

℘. "damn i didn't know cookies meant that much to you. wait are you crying ? " he says putting his hand behind your head

℘. "it's not the cookie 'kuna, it's you." you look at him with lovesick teary eyes and kiss his cheek

℘. you think you saw his eyes sparkle a little and his cheeks redden slightly

℘. but very slightly okay

⊹˚.⋆ you had a tiring day

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℘. he had you on the phone and you sounded so worn out

℘. he couldn't help but feel his heart clench a little, you were his sunshine and he can't stand it when you don't smile

℘. (he has a picture of you smiling in his part of the closet, it's hidden so you can't see it he's not a simp tsk 🙄)

℘. "uraume, y/n is like- not as usual and i need them to smile. wtf do I do to fix that ?"

℘. uraume knew better than to judge sukuna for being a simp, they are always there to listen to him and give the best advice

℘. they suggested he runs you a bath and started getting the rituals candles out of the attic. "i will just scrape the blood and it will be perfect for a candle-lit bath, my lord"

℘. in the meantime, he went to the garden and picked a bunch of your favorite flowers, uraume told him once that offering flowers to your partner was never a bad idea

℘. you came home to a weird sukuna, he looked all sheepish and he was slouching

℘. "uh- uraume made something for you in the master bathroom... love" he muttered the last word but it was loud enough for you to hear

℘. uraume was like"bitch who the fuck 😐, it was your idea I just spent 30 minutes scraping your demon signs of off the candles"

℘. sukuna walked out of the room way too fast for it to be normal

℘. uraume accompanied you to the master bathroom and whispered in your ear "y/n, i do not mean to overstep so please keep that to yourself. lord sukuna actually made that for you, he wanted to make you feel better after your hard day"

⊹˚.⋆ sitting on his lap

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℘. sukuna couldn't resist your little form at the bottom of his throne

℘. just the fact that he gets down just to help you up is a sign that's he's a simp for you

℘. he kneels in front of you so you can climb on his chest and put your legs around him

℘. and he puts an arm on your back, another behind your head, pushing it close to his heart

℘. and you can hear his heartbeat is faster than usual

℘. he sits on his throne, you still koalaing him until he turns you around to sit on one of his knee

℘. he wraps a protective arm around your waist he's scared you might fall and pushes your back against his chest

℘. kisses your forehead when no one is watching

℘. and his fingers mindlessly rub your skin softly

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[zerobaseonefics]

BLOOMING DAY

blooming day . . . day five

note . . . yes i'm a day late but i'm hot so i can do whatever i want

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everything was just too good to be true. the way park hanbin eyes were looking for you when he got out of the dance room, the way his face lit up when he saw you, how you two walked out of the campus a hundred percent focused on each other and your conversation, the fact his hand kept on brushing against yours when you walked side to side...

then you got back to reality when the waiter came to take your order.

"sung hanbin, we're seeing you again today?" said park hanbin with obvious amusement in his voice. the presence of the brunette didn't disturb him at all.

"i'd say you're following me considering the fact it's my mom's coffee... but i'm happy to see you there! what would you two like to get?"

"can we get your dismissal?" you demanded.

"i don't think that's on the menu, but i'll make sure to make your order extra nice."

park hanbin squinted, looking at you, then at hanbin, than back at you. he could see the atmosphere between you two was weird. didn't the boy said he was your seat bestie or whatever? but it didn't seem like you appreciated the waiter that much. on the other part, the seatmate had obviously totally different feelings for you. the dancer was confused.

"when do you shift ends, hanbin?" asked your crush.

"well, i'm not really working so..."

"stay with us then! let's stay together as the photography class trio. there's enough waiters for the amount of customers here at the moment, so you could take this as a break."

you gasped. okay, you knew it wasn't a date, no one said it was a date. you two where here just as friends. but you know, a situation can lead to another and maybe this could have help you get closer to park hanbin. you looked at sung hanbin, your eyes inquiring him to get the fuck out. he only smiled to you.

"okay, let me just put my apron in the changing rooms, i'll be right back."

your jaw was on the floor at this point. the audacity of this man... you coughed to clear your throat, and got up, the two boys looking at you with confusion.

"i'm going to powder my nose in the bathroom, i'll be back."

"powder your nose?" park hanbin asked in confusion.

"it means she has to pee, idiot" sung hanbin whispered to him.

"oh, okay..."

you hurriedly left so you could prevent yourself to slap him in the face. your fast walk made park hanbin think the urge to pee was just too big for you and he had no idea about the real reason you left.

the minute you arrived in the bathroom, you let out a silent scream, and the other women in the bathroom gave you weird looks, hurrying up to leave. you took your phone out of your pocket to text your friends after a moment for you to calm down.

park hanbin watched you as you left, waiting for your figure to disappear before focusing on sung hanbin. he crossed his arms, analyzing his classmate.

"is there something between you and y/n?"

the coffee-haired boy almost choked. he didn't expect this question.

"why are you asking?"

"'cause you guys seem weird. i just feel like you're flirting with her right in front of my face and i don't really like it."

"what's wrong about us flirting?"

"you like her?"

a silent fell on the two hanbins (wtf is that sentence). sung hanbin frowned, crossing his arms just like the man in front of him.

"do YOU like her?" he asked back. park hanbin scoffed, and it scared sung hanbin. not like he was actually scared of the blueberry-haired boy but if he actually likes you back, this meant the chances of him dating you were getting even smaller.

"i might like her" was the only answer park hanbin gave, seeing you coming back from the bathroom. sung hanbin bit his inner cheek. he's gonna have to text mashiro about this tonight.

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[aliasrocket]

Heyy how would Rocket react to Mantis outing his long kept crush (reader) to the rest of the guardians with and without the reader in the room? thank you <33

AGHHH THIS IS SO CUTE ANON WTF!!

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His heart is racing. Fuck, he could feel it reaching the metal in his ribs, again and again in quick succession as his eyes darted back and forth between you and Mantis.

“Rocket … is this true?”

Rocket’s mouth opened but no sound came from it. He tried again, this time putting his core into it.

“I didn’t know … how to tell you.”

“It’s not that hard,” you answered immediately. “It shouldn’t have been so hard. I’ve been trying to hint at you for months.”

Rocket was rooted to the ground. Every small breath he took was another creak in his bones. But at the same time, he felt his heart implode for a split second—like it hurt, but it went right back to beating against every restraint possible.

“You …”

“Now, go ahead.” You crossed your arms.

Rocket’s eyelids flickered in shock. He was in your eyes, and your demeanor had changed completely. You were now looking to him, probing for something.

“What?”

“Ask me out, Rocket,” you said a little more sternly.

And then you smiled, and whatever rigid expression you held was now a puddle on the floor.

“Okay,” Rocket chuckled breathlessly, finally breathing and moving in his spot. His ears twitched, and his hands were on his hips as he looked to the floor for advice. You got anything?

And of course the floor didn’t answer. But it no longer mattered.

He lifted his head to look at you. Starting with your name, so kindly and so carefully leaving his lips, he goes, “will you go out with me?”

You sighed in relief with a grin so contagious, Rocket chuckled again.

“Yes, Rocket. Yes I will go out with you,” you clasp your hands together in front of you, both of you finally holding each others’ gazes for more than two seconds.

“I’m warnin’ you right now, I’m not a candle-lit dinner typa’ guy. Can you handle that?”

“It’s exactly what I loved about you in the first place.”

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[1vampyre]

3. clueless

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today was just a normal day for scaramouche, he was streaming normally playing a horror games entertaining his viewers

he started the stream at 6:24 PM

(4 1/2 hours pass)

“WHAT THE FUCK. BRO HE WAS 7 FUCKING FEET AWAY FROM ME HOW DID HE GET ME?” scaramouche had been stuck at this stage of the story for a long time and it was starting to piss him off.

he kept running away from the monster in the game (and failing) every time, he cursed at it and himself. he raged and yelled at the story and everything.

he threw his hands up the air , “oh my archons i’m going to kill my self what the actual fuck is this game bro, there is no way i did all of that just for this stupid shit brown vermin is stopping me FROM FUCKING ESCAPING.”

the chat laughed at him but some people were giving him tips

kalaniii : “you need to put keys to the red door that the monster is guarding”

xinqfinf : “LMAOOOO scara is so funny when he’s angry ”

scaraswifey : “you got this scara i believe in you!! <333”

ilanabeloved : “THE MONSTER HAS THE DAMN KEY YOU HAVE TO GO CLOSE TO IT DUMBASS”

bountyhunterr: “blud has been stuck on the same thing for 2 hours 💀💀”

his eyes scanned the chat that was barely registering due to how many people that was talking through the chat per second only seeing certain messages

(the 3rd one freaked him out a bit)

suddenly his phone screen lit up showing a notification from his sister , he quickly paused the game

“shit wait one second guys.” he said scrambled to unlock his phone

scaramouche quickly typed a reply to her message knowing she would be mad if he didn’t

once he turned off his phone again he tried looked at the chat again and began to make a mental note of what he was supposed to actually do in order to escape the facility that the game was set in

while he was focused on gathering the keys to escape he didn’t hear the apartment door being closed and the footsteps that were coming toward his room

he snaps out of focus for a second to hear what was happening outside his game but when he took off his headphones he immediately got killed again

scaramouche grunted and put the headphones back , his eyes glued to the screen as he failed to register the person who had just entered his room.

the chat started getting alarmed the second they saw a strange unfamiliar figure at the back of scaramouche’s dark room

his fans started spamming the chat once they saw the person under the purple leds , they realized it was a girl that just entered and collapsed on his bed

he didn’t notice anything thought since he was still laser focused on the game and escaping

after 15 more minutes he finally got the final key and made his way to the exit , he let out a loud sigh and let himself slump into his chair as the cutscene played.

“okay i think i’m going to stop the stream soon guys.” he yawned slightly

leaned towards his computer to analyze the chat and saw the messages coming through

scaramouche mindlessly stared at the screen in silence until someone donated something

wandrift donated 500 bits : “DSCARA THERES A RANDOM GIRL IN YOUR BED RIGHT NOW WTF”

“wait …huh?” scaramouche asked completely clueless to what they were talking about snapped out of his trance and leaned towards his computer to analyze the chat and saw the messages coming through

kyoumari : “HELP WHO ARE THEY”

matsuban : “SCARA ARE THEY UR GF 🤯🤯😨😨”

dendronila : “bro is finally getting bitches 🙌”

farzaze: “wait they kinda pretty tho”

after he read a couple messages for a second his head snapped towards where his bed was and saw that you were laying on top his bed passed out

he turned to stare at the the camera “oh they’re just my roommate , night guys it’s getting late” and then shut his stream off.

scaramouche sighed and got up from his seat , he walked over to where you were and placed a blanket over you since you were shivering slightly due to the cold weather in the apartment.

after that he turned the leds off and headed to the living room.

note :

- hey fam …

#genshin smau #smau #genshin impact #genshin x reader #twt #genshin scara #scara x y/n #scaramouche #scara x reader #scara smau #scara x you

[proudahgase-exol]

Loving you is all I know.

Chanyeol x reader ft exo (angst)

Warning: cussing, mentioning of alcohol and cigarettes use.

Summary: you have a on/off relationship with Chanyeol It has been going on for four years now but this time it’s different you can’t take it anymore so you tell him how you really feel

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Y/n pov:

It happened again he ended the relationship he claimed that he was too busy to be with me but I wasn’t stupid I knew what he was up to by the many Instagram posts he would publish with another girl at clubs.

It sucked, to be honest, it hurt me so much especially since I’m his group assistant I was in charge of getting the boys from point A to point B I had to make sure they were always in time for everything so I pretty much had to see him every single day.

Now you might be asking why I always take him back and well that’s because I love him I've been in love with him since he debuted and there’s no other man like him i don’t want another man I wish I could stop loving him but loving him is all I know.

A few weeks ago he broke up with me for what feels like the million time it’s sad especially since his members pity me they give me This sad smile or when he is in the room with a new girl the boys try to make sure I’m okay.

Today I saw him again with of his many girls I can’t understand how it’s so easy for him to just throw me out like I’m garbage and even easier to come to look for me when he can’t find a new fuck toy it brakes my heart but I’m so fucking stupid that I keep letting him hurt me.

I was so sick of seeing him like that cline I was nothing like I was never part of his life when I went home I took a long bath with a bottle of wine trying to drink my pain away trying to forget his handsome face.

When I got out of the bath I got changed and walked to the back yard and sat down looking at the sky then I lit a cigarette I was never the girl that drank and smoked but after the third time of the many times Chanyeol broke up with me I try to find a way out a way to forget him and alcohol and cigarettes did the trick and every time we got back together I did stop.

As the days passed the guys started to notice a change in me I thought I had been hiding my alcohol and cigarette problem well but Kyungsoo found out he was gained to question me than the rest of the guys heard all the commotion and also started to question me luckily chanyeol still haven’t gotten here.

“Hey, have you been drinking?” Asked Kyungsoo

“N no,” I said turning away

“Yes you have I can tell and you also stink like cigarettes y/n wtf why would you do that,” he said racing his voice

“I haven’t now cat you stop,” I said turning back to face him

“Hey, what’s going on why are you guys yelling?” Junmyeon asks walking over to us

“She’s been drinking and smoking and don’t try to deny it I know what a hangover looks like and I can also tell what cigarettes smell like,” Kyungsoo said with disappointment

“Is that true? Y/n why would you do that” Minseok walking over to my side

“Don’t worry about me go get your stuff so I can tell you home” I said trying to change the subject

“Hey I know it’s about Chanyeol Hyung but don’t ruin your life like that for him trust me we hate him for what he’s been acting,” Sehun said walking up to me and hugging me

“I will get over this eventually but if this is the way it’s helping me then so let me it’s my life, not yours,” I said pushing Sehun away from me

“Hey what’s up guys what did I miss,” Chanyeol said walking into the dance practice room

“I’ll way for you outside by the car,” I said walking away as I took a brand new pack of cigarettes out of my jacket

As I was walking out the door I saw Chanyeol walking behind me but was stopped by Baekhyun and Jongin

Chanyeol pov:

I watched as y/n walked out of the dance practice room and I also saw her taking out a pack of cigarettes I turned around and asked the guys about y/n

“Hey, how long have a y/n been smoking?” I asked them

“A long time why,” Kyungsoo said

“Why didn’t you guys tell me,” I said getting mad

“You don’t care about her so what’s the point of telling you we didn’t tell her anything because we thought it wasn’t hers since she was not the type of girl to get drunk and smoke,” Baekhyun said

“I do care about her who told you I don’t,” I said getting defensive

“Dude if you did you wouldn’t have brake up multiple times you would respect her and treated her like you love her but you don’t,” Sehun said annoyed

“I know it’s none of our business but why do you keep breaking up if you're gonna end up going back to her?” Junmyeon asked

“I- I don’t know at first it was because I thought she should be with someone better but then I just liked messing around with other girls then realized that I love y/n then I went back to her but now I don’t know anymore,” I said looking at the floor

“Well either you fix your shit or you will only end up losing her for good,” Jongin said walking out of the room

I saw the way the guys walk away not looking back at me I knew they cared for Y/n I know they are siding with her because the truth is I’m the asshole I don’t know what I keep on doing this I truly love her I just got so used to this routine and didn’t saw that not only was I hurting her but also my friends and I need to fix it if I still can.

When I walked out of the building the guys were already in the car so I got in but Y/n was nowhere to be seen nor was Minseok so I asked Jongdae who was next to me and Minseok had taken Y/n out for drinks I don’t know if she drink too.

She used to be this sweet shy girl who wouldn’t drink nor smoke every time I drank she would take care of me and tell me I shouldn’t drink that much now she’s different she’s not the y/n I knew and I know I was the one who made her this way.

When we got home I was pulled to the side by Junmyeon who started to yell at me he was angry so we were there with other guys and all I could think about was if y/n was okay.

“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?” Junmyeon asked

“Sorry what did you say,” I said looking at him

“I ask if it made you feel good walking around with a different girl every week right in front of y/n do you like the way she looks at you or does it satisfy you knowing that the girl cries every day?” He asked looking at me with so much anger

“No, I didn’t know I was hurting her like that I-“ I didn’t know what else to say

“You unbelievable Chanyeol that girl is broken she’s so far gone and I know for a fact that the old y/n will never return” I saw walking past me and pushing me with his shoulder

I was so fucked I knew the boys love her she’s been with us since the beginning they care for her like family and it scares me that I’m the one who messed this up I’m the one that hurt her and I hate myself for that but I’ll try to fix it I’ll try to apologize hopefully I could do it get her back for good

Y/n pov:

After I walked out of the building I lit up my cigarette I was trying to hide my tears but I just couldn’t it hurt so much to see him so happy I felt like I was disposable like I didn’t matter to him that how he’s making me feel

As k wiped my tears I heard someone running up to me and saw that it was Minseok when he got close he took my cigar off me and turned it out then hugged me

“Hey it’s okay to feel sad you can cry don’t hold your feelings back I’m here if you ever need to talk I’m always here you know you can call me if you want a drinking buddy just call me and be like oppa telsngo for a drink and I’ll happily join you,” he said as he hugged me and kissed the top of my head

“But you get busy and tired and I don’t want to bother you,” I said wiping my tears

“It’s okay I don’t mind being tired and if I’m busy I know Sehun will love to drink with you we both know he can’t say no to a few drinks,” he said joking

“Yeah you're right but still you guys get busy and I know you get tired at the end of the day,” I said looking at him

“Don’t worry it’s alright now let’s go I know this place where they make the best good and have good alcohol what do you say? Let’s forget about everything for a while?” I asked me

“Sure let’s go but who’s taking the guys home?” I asked worried

“It’s okay I told someone that you were feeling bad and that I had to take you home so they sent someone to take the guys home now let’s go,” he said pulling me by the arm

When we were At the restaurant, we ordered our food and drink we chatted and then he asked if I wanted to talk about Chanyeol so I did I told him everything from the first time we broke up till now it hard to say it but it feels good to have told some about it than I changed the topic not wanting to talk about Chanyeol anymore so we talk about the boys and Minseok’s new girlfriend.

After a few more drinks and crying over the past Minseok took me home with the help of one of my friends when I woke up the next day my head was hurting so I got up and went to the bathroom I got cleaned up and went to the kitchen for breakfast I took my time eating than my way to get change so I can go to the boys since today they had a group meeting for their new comeback.

When I got to the building the boys were already in the lobby wetting for me and when I got close I saw Chanyeol making his way to me but a guy stopped by Baekhyun Then Junmyeon walked up to me and told me where the meeting was gonna be so we made our way there.

The whole time chanyeol kept looking at me like he wanted to tell me something but I ignored him I looked away and tried not to make eye contact with him.

After the meeting was over the boys went to their dance practice and i went to have another meeting with the managers and stuff. After it was done I went to check on the guys to see if they needed anything they told me they were all good so I walked away and on my way out the door chanyeol ran up to me and asked if we could meet up at his place to talk he said he will be quick so I agreed curiously.

After a long day of work, I went to the guys again to ask them if I was taking them or if they were gonna do something else. They said they were going out for dinner and then for some drinks so to not worry I left and my way to Chanyeol’s place.

When we arrived chanyeol was pulling up as well I waited for him in the lobby of his apartments while he parked the car. After a while he walk in the lobby and told me to follow him as we walk into the elevator we just stood there in an awkward silence until we arrived to his floor that was on the 10th floor.

When we got to the apartment he told me to make myself at home and I just scuffed but walked and took a seat on his couch a few seconds after I sat down Zzar came running from somewhere in another room and ran to Chanyeol but then turned around and run to me she jumped on the couch.

“Oh hey zzar you still remember me your such a good girl,” I said petting her

“Wow seems like she still remembers you but how can she forget the person who walked her every day and gave her delicious treats” Chanyeol said walking out to us

“So let’s cut the bullshit and get straight to the point what do you want to talk about,” I said not wanting to be here anymore

“Oh yeah umm I wanted to apologize for everything I have cussed you for all the pain I have given you I know our relationship was on/off and I also know how much I hurt you by bringing all this girl around,” he said looking down at his shoes

“Chanyeol you broke my heart no move but multiple times an apology won’t fix all the hurt you did to me,” I said getting angry

“I know I’m sorry for all the hurt I'm really sorry I wish I could fix everything I wish I could go back and not have done what I did I wish we were still together,” he said crying

“Answer me with honesty…… why did you do it in the first place? Was I a bad girlfriend? Was I bad at sex did I not satisfy you enough? Was I not pretty enough or smart? Is it my lack of experience what do all of those girls have that I don’t why do they get to go home with you and why do I get to go home and cry myself to sleep thinking I was the perfect girlfriend” I said crying

“Have you been blaming yourself all this time? Did you think every time we broke up was your fault?” He asked whipping his tears that were still falling

“Yes, every single time I thought it was me I still think so…. Is it my fault” I asked in a quiet voice

“Oh god no baby it’s never Ben your fault no once it’s always been mine I've been so greedy I thought of myself and not one of you or your feelings I know it was a dick move on my part at first I thought I would be happier in a new relationship but after a few days I regret it than I come crowing back to you and for some reason, you always took me back so I did it again until it became a habit than I saw Minseok hyung with his girlfriend and I remember you I remember how that used to be us but I had to mess it up,” he said sobbing

“Why did you do it you regret it why didn’t you stop when you felt regret why did you keep doing it” I asked confused

“Because I’m so stupid because I thought you would always take me back after breaking you but then someone told me that at some point you will get tired that you will relies on that you deserve better so I had to stop it”

“Y/n why do you keep taking me back every single time I break your heart I hurt you and yet you still receive me with open arms why,” he asked looking at me

“Because after so long of knowing you of loving you…. You kind of become my everything how loving you is all I know that’s why I always take you back” I said smiling

“Why Cigarettes why alcohol that not you at all why fuck I fucked up so bad,” he said crying harder this time

“Cigarettes and alcohol were my way of forgetting about you for a while it was like my escape from reality it made me feel numb,” I said smiling sadly

“This time I promise you I will be better I will be honest I will be the perfect boyfriend I will treat you like you deserve to be treated,” I said moving closer to me and holding my hand

“Look chanyeol I don’t think I can do this anymore I can’t trust you I can let myself fall for your lies once again I don’t think I can go through this all over again in hurt I’m tired of this cycle

I don’t want to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t love me like I love them” I said placing his dog on the couch and getting up

“Please I promise I will be better I will be the man you need and deserve please give me a chance I will be better this time I promise,” he said staying up as well

“I think you need to look for help because what you have been doing isn’t right take time off dating and messing around fix yourself,” I said looking up at him.

“If I do all that will you take me back will you give me a chance?” He begged

“I don’t know I need time to heal for all this I need time for myself I don’t want to give you hope because you did hurt me pretty badly,” I said looking away from his kicked puppy eyes

“I love you more than you think I do and I regret everything I have down I will do everything to fix everything I will fight for you I will make you fall in love with me it will be like a new start like getting to know each other for the first time hopefully I can make you fall in love with me once again and when I succeeded I will make sure to treat you like a queen to be the loyal boyfriend I should have been in the beginning I promise you that if it’s the last thing I do” he said hugging me tight

“Yeol I said it once before and I’ll say it again I love you and loving you is all I know but don’t push your luck and hope I know you are a good guy but I need healing and sometimes it might take years or forever I might move on from you.” I said giving him a sad smile

“Will you still work with us I will still get to see you right?” H eased hopeful

“This is my last week I will work for NCT there are a lot of boys that need my assistance you might see me around the building but I don’t guarantee that you will,” I said looking at him

“Oh I- “ I try to say something but stay silent

“Well, I have to go now I have a lot to prepare I won’t see you for the rest of the week I hope you have a good life and I hope you actually change l, bye Yeol I love you,” I said walking away from him and out of his apartment.

Chanyeol pov

I was so lost she was actually leaving me for good I was so late way too late for everything I should’ve apologized years earlier I should’ve never done anything I did I should’ve worshiped her when I heard her now I’m looking at her walk away from me and out my life as I did to her now it was my turn to pay for the pain I cause her it was my turn to suffer and feel everything she felt.

I was s,o stupid why did I think she would take me back like before Kyungsoo was right she would get tired and give up on me and she did she relished she deserved better and walked away and I didn’t blame her but I won’t give up I will fight for her I will wing her over and make thing right this time. For now I’ll be fixing myself first hopefully she doesn’t move on but if she does I won’t be mad I will make sure this new person in her life treats her better than I ever did.

- sorry if there’s any errors 🥺

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[obaewankenope]

Thinking about stuff and doodling and I just had the thought that Muslim art, Celtic art, and Native American art often gets lumped together as being sort of... Uncultured? No, not that, overly simplistic in that way where someone looks at it and goes "I don't get the symbolism, ugh boring" and assumes the cultures and people who created this art (and still create it) are somehow less civilised than other groups/people (Romans vs Celts, for example, Western vs Islamic art, European vs Native American art etc) because the ways the art actually works isn't the same as the Majority Think Art Should Work.

Like, Celtic art is something I love and it's full of patterns, geometric, repeating, animalistic etc that a lot of the time, people don't get the meaning of. They'll look at it and just Not Understand why that design is circular, or where that particular repeating pattern originated and potentially why, and because of that, they just assume it's from some barbarian, uncivilised, savage people.

And this is the same sort of perspective that is all over historical perspectives of art from non-European, non-white spaces.

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Islamic art is seen as simple and never measures up to the 'amazing' renaissance art (fuck you Boris Johnson and anyone who thinks like you) because it doesn't use actual people in its work (which meant geometry had to be a whole fucking level and meant the Islamic Golden Age was fucking Lit AF™).

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I mean, just LOOK at the complexity that has been HANDCRAFTED, CHISELED, INTO FUCKING STONE that you can see on MULTIPLE buildings. How the hell can any of that be uncivilised or 'lesser' to European art? It just- it just can't.

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Celtic art is compared to contemporary Roman and Grecian art of the time by scholars and the general public who tend to perceive it as representative of a Simple Mindset and shit which, yeah no. Like, Roman and Grecian art is amazing, I totally agree, but like it's not "better" or more "Civilised" or whatever bullshit metric is used to measure how Worthy Of Being Respected scholars used to determine how Great™ a civilisation/culture was back in Ye Olden Days. I mean, ffs go and look at some of the AMAZING torques and brooches made by celtic artisans and tell me they're Simple. You're wrong. They're amazing.

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This is an 8th century brooch, the Tara Brooch, and is literally amazing. Just look at it! How tf can anyone ever think Celts were just simple or uncivilised or sth with art that fucking beautiful jfc.

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And Native American artwork? Oh boy. The WHOLE colonialism and genocide of near enough an entire continent by European settlers and all that came after meant that anything non-European was automatically savage and lesser and needed to be Made To Look Civilised. So yeah, some of the most amazing artwork of Native American people's is just... From a European (art with people and fancy realism and all that shit, perspective) is just apparently less. Like wtf, you can see how historians and scholars for decades looked down on native American art as somehow lesser in the 'research' done on it.

When it's absolutely fucking AMAZING TOO.

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This is a totem pole. That shit gets hand carved, painted, and engraved ffs. How is ANY of that barbaric or representative of a supposedly lesser or savage culture and people? Fuck colonialism and it's bullshit effect on perception of people and art and history. Just fuck that shit.

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Like, sure, in recent years there's definitely been a push to recognise that these types of art aren't lesser or uncivilised or whatever. And I appreciate that, greatly. But then I see some bullshit hot take by Boris Fucking Johnson or some other bigoted piece of shit gain traction for whatever reason and I R A G E.

Anyway. Love all art. It's amazing.

Art is universal human expression. Treasure it.

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Sidenote: In my defence rn, I'm very under-caffeinated and limited on things I can do so research quality is definitely not as good as I'd like. If you have any info, advice, or additional links for further reading/learning about these amazing art types, add them in reblogs, message me, or throw an ask my way. I live to learn and be angry on main about indignities like bigotry. ~ Kat.

#Art #Artwork #Celtic art #Islamic art #Native American art #Art history #I just... I went off a little okay.

[the-fo0l]

Heya! How's your day going? Good I hope! ^^

Anygay (🏳️‍🌈), I was wondering if I could request a kidnapped reader. Like somehow someone was stupid yet also smart enough to break in and just yoinked reader up? How long would it take 47 to know and how long until he retrieves reader? Would he be merciless or would he spare a few people? Like there are bound to be a few people who don't know what's going on. Would he spare them or are they...expendable?

(Also sorry for the reader being able to turn into a cat request idk wtf I was thinking. Seriously I can't apologize enough. Dude my 11-year-old self fucking possessed me and forced me to write that one I sweeeeaaarrr- 😭😭😭😭 [again really sorry it won't happen again unless this request is also too out of the box then pls feel free to ignore it. 🫠] anygay Imma go die in a hole sorry for bothering you again-)

47 rescuing his darling hcs

Notes: whaatt nooo please don't apologize, i just had absolutely no inspiration/motivation/life, I feel so bad😭 hope you like these headcanons, had a lot of fun writing them

Warnings: violence, 47 goes crazy, also he's really emotional which may feel out of character but it's how I see him being

47s heart began to pound frantically when he received news of your abduction. The thought of one of his old enemies daring to use you against him sent waves of unbridled fury through his veins.

He goes about retrieving you with a steely resolve, his mind already calculating every move necessary to bring you back to safety.

He allows the heat of his anger to fuel him, driving him forward with a single-minded purpose- saving you.

He digs into every availableresource, gathering information on your whereabouts and meticulously scrutinizing every detail of your kidnappers operation.

They will pay for what they had done, every last one of them.

His normally calm demeanor begins to crack. Anxiety gnawing at his heart, the mere thought of you being hurt tearing him up inside.

Yet, with a calm determination, he quickly packs his gear and leaves; he will get you back, that is now priority number one, above all else.

Everyone he perceives to get in his way is considered expandable

And whoever is responsible for taking you better hope that every single hair on your head is unharmed, cause that's the only chance they have of a somewhat quick death

47s instincts run wild as he fights his way to you. His entire life has been about killing, it's what he was made for after all. But for the first time, it's not just about finishing a job, it's personal.

Honestly, they never stood a chance, and were quickly overwhelmed by the sheer ferocity of 47s onslaught.

47 moved with deadly precision, his eyes fixated on his goal. You had been taken from him, and he would stop at nothing to get you back.

One by one, he'll take out those who stood in his way. His movements fluid and efficient, without any hesitation.

He moved quickly down a dimly lit corridor, his senses on high alert. He could feel your captors presence, the subtle rustling of fabric, and the faint sound of faint breathing.

As he approached the door, he paused for a moment, steeling himself for the fight ahead. This was where you were being held.

Your kidnappers were fools to think they were ready for him, for 47 has never been more ruthless or determined.

After the last one of them dropped, a shaky breath caught 47s attention. He looked back and found you huddled into the corner of the room, your eyes wide as you gazed at the corpses around you, and 47, standing there with obsession in his eyes.

47 felt a pang of regret and sadness seeing you so shaken. He rushed over to you, pulling you into his arms, softly whispering reassurances to you until you calmed down.

You were safe in his arms once again, only now could he himself begin to relax. You were safe, that was all that mattered.

Looking down at you, he knew that he would do anything to keep you safe, to protect you from all harm. Nothing would ever take you away from him ever again, nothing.

Btw, you're not gonna be left alone for a while, and Diana isn't getting him to go to work either, 47's taking his first vacation.

#agent 47 x reader #yandere agent 47 x reader #yandere hitman #yandere agent 47 #hitman x reader #yandere headcanons

[andiwriteordie]

I know you like to write angst and fluff/whatever this will turn out to be, so I propose two options to choose from because I couldn’t decide:

1. An angst filled, heart-wrenching prompt in which Mike and Will have a fight (around the time of season 5) that parallels the rain fight, but when will leaves and Mike follows, Will is Vecna’d (bonus points if Mike says he hates him)

2. A fun, lighthearted prompt with the party at college together and Elumax and Byler engage in an April fools prank war to end all prank wars, which Dustin ultimately wins by pulling one on all of them.

It’s your choice! Whichever you’re feeling in the moment. Congrats on 1500! ❤️

hey piper! wtf was with that first prompt! why would you do that to me, huh? was that necessary? WAS IT?

(said by the woman who chose to write the first prompt instead of the second one.)

i did change a tiny part of the prompt, where it's mike who leaves this time instead of will, but otherwise, the premise is the same. and ouch ouch ouch i'm sorry for this one.

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you went quiet, and i got mean

Mike can’t remember the last time he was this angry. 

Look… Mike knows that he’s an angry person. He’s prone to frustrated, snappy outbursts, and he’s got a bad reputation of being someone who speaks before he thinks. It’s easy for him to give into negative emotions like anger or to channel other negative emotions like sadness into anger.

Anger is something that gives the illusion of control, whereas sadness is its own beast—untameable, overwhelming, and terrifying. The feeling of anger projects itself outwards towards others, whereas sadness just… overtakes you. Anger is easier to deal with than sadness and guilt and betrayal are.

So, Mike is angry.

And he can’t remember the last time he was this angry.

His hands are trembling, clenched tightly around the stupid fucking painting that has been proudly hanging on Mike’s wall ever since it was gifted to him back in 1986. This stupid painting has traveled with him across the country in the back of Argyle’s pizza van, it’s lived with him for nearly two years in his childhood home, and it’s among one of the few things Mike had chosen to bring with him when the extended Party made the difficult decision to abandon their homes and begin using the lab as their base of operations.

This stupid fucking painting means way too fucking much to Mike, and that’s the only fucking reason he hasn’t ripped it into shreds right now.

God, he’s so fucking angry. He’s so angry, and his heart feels like one big gaping wound right now, torn open by the mortifying betrayal and humiliation caused by his best friend’s lies.

Will lied to him.

Will lied to him.

Will fucking lied to Mike.

He lied to Mike two years ago in that stupid pizza van, and he made up some bullshit story about the painting being from El and about El believing in his ability to lead the Party and about Mike’s importance to their friends. And sure, while maybe the romantic implications of those words had fizzled out once he and El broke up, Mike had still been able to hold on to the encouragement and the love that he’d felt from El’s belief in him. Maybe they weren’t meant to be boyfriend and girlfriend, but they were always meant to be friends.

And if El and the Party could believe in him, then… then maybe Mike could find the courage to keep leading them, no matter how inadequate he feels.

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What a load of bullshit.

What a load of fucking bullshit, because El didn’t fucking commission this painting. El didn’t even realize Mike still had the painting, and she sure as hell had never seen it in her life. All those words Will had said about Mike “being the heart” and “guiding the Party” were nothing but a load of bullshit.

And Mike is angry.

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Mike is hurt.

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Mike is betrayed.

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And Mike is humiliated.

But anger is the easiest emotion to deal with, so that’s exactly why Mike finds himself storming down the dimly lit hallways of Hawkins National Lab. He doesn’t even knock on Will’s door; instead, he opens it roughly, letting the door slam against the wall.

Will flinches sharply, looking up from the book he’s reading. A surprised but also confused expression forms on his face, and he narrows his eyes slightly. “Mike?” he asks. “What… what’s going on?”

“I need to talk to you,” Mike spits, barely able to keep his temper contained. “Now.”

The confusion on Will’s face grows. “Um… okay,” he says hesitantly, and he stands up, walking over to Mike. “Is… everything okay?”

A broken laugh escapes Mike’s lips. “‘Is everything okay?’” he echoes incredulously. “No, actually, everything isn’t okay, Will. Everything’s not fucking okay, because I… I just got done talking to El, and you know what? You want to know what El fucking told me?” 

A hurt look forms on Will’s face as Mike all but yells at him, and his eyes flicker to the painting in Mike’s hands. For a moment, a look of recognition flashes across his face, and Will’s eyes go wide. “Mike…”

“No.” Mike shakes his head. “No, don’t. Don’t you… don’t you dare do that, Will. Don’t you dare.”

Tears begin to well in Will’s eyes. “Mike, come on,” he pleads, his voice soft. “I’m sorry—”

“I said don’t, Will!” Mike shouts, and he shoves the painting into Will’s hands, pushing on Will’s chest, the way Will always does to Mike when they argue. “I don’t want your fucking apology, Will! No, I want you to look me in the eye and tell me why you lied to me!”

His voice cracks on those last few words, and God, Mike loathes it. He absolutely loathes the way there are tears stinging his own eyes and how there’s a lump in the back of his throat that just won’t go away. The fiery anger inside his chest spreads, but it’s not enough. It’s not enough to consume all the pain and betrayal and sadness brought on by Will’s lie.

“Mike,” Will whispers. He’s holding onto the painting with trembling hands, and he shakes his head. “I-I didn’t lie—”

“Bullshit!” Mike snaps, and he throws his hands up in the air. “That’s a load of bullshit, Will! You did! You lied to me—straight to my face! You told me El commissioned this stupid fucking painting, and… and you said all that bullshit about… about El needing me and about me… being the Party’s leader and heart… and all that shit. You lied to me, Will. You lied. And I. Want. To. Know. Why.”

Will flinches sharply, and though there are tears in Mike’s own eyes, it’s impossible to miss the way Will’s eyes fill with even more tears. He’s breathing a bit heavily, the way he does near the beginning of a panic attack, and fuck, something in the back of Mike’s mind yells at him to just stop, stop, stop, back up, apologize, don’t do this…

But Mike can’t.

Because Mike is so, so angry and so, so hurt.

God. Everything inside him hurts, and hot, salty tears sting Mike’s eyes as he and Will stand there in silence. 

Everything hurts, and Mike hates it.

So, he does the only thing he can do—the only thing that might make the pain stop.

He pours more gasoline on the fire of his anger, and he hopes that it burns away all the rest of his sadness and pain.

“So, what? Are you just going to stand there?” Mike snaps, his voice trembling. His conscience yells at him to stop. The pain yells at him to keep going. “Tell me, Will. Look me in the eye, and tell me why. Why did you lie to me? Why?”

Will blinks, and he forces himself to take a shuddered breath, holding that stupid painting close. “I can’t,” he whispers, and oh.

Oh, that’s just more gasoline on the fire.

“You can’t?” Mike echoes. “What’s that supposed to mean? You can’t tell me? Why not?”

“Mike,” Will pleads, his voice shaking. “Please… just… just trust me—”

“That’s the last thing you should be asking from me right now!” Mike snaps, clenching his fists at his side, and Will flinches, a broken look forming on his face. “You lied to me, Will, and you want me to trust you? How am I ever supposed to trust you, when you can’t even tell me why you lied?”

Once again, Will just goes quiet, and he shakes his head slightly. His hands are still clenched around that painting, and he takes a slow, deep breath—in and out. In and out.

“I’m sorry,” Will finally says, looking Mike in the eye now. His voice is still trembling, but it sounds like his mind is made up. “I’m sorry I lied to you. But I… I can’t tell you why I lied, Mike. I just can’t.”

The fire spreads inside Mike’s chest, and that lump in the back of his throat grows. For a moment, the two of them stare at each other, standing on the precipice of something that could change everything forever.

This is Mike’s last chance to turn back—to walk away from the edge and to let it go, lest he do something that he regrets.

But his heart aches, worse than it ever has before. And Will’s words—his inability to tell Mike the truth even now as he’s confronted with his own lies—feel like salt rubbed into the wound.

Mike takes the step off the edge.

“I’ll never forgive you for this,” Mike whispers, and he watches as Will’s face crumples as much as the stupid painting in his hand does. “I’m never going to forgive you for this.”

Will swallows the lump in his throat, and he holds the painting tighter, looking down. “Okay,” he whispers, his voice full of resignation. “... Okay.”

Somehow, that response hurts even more, and Mike blinks back the tears in his own eyes. The anger in his heart still burns, but it’s not enough. Nothing is enough to overtake the ache in his heart, and it fucking sucks, because all Mike wants is Will’s honesty.

The only thing that would fix this is the one thing his best friend isn’t willing to give him.

So, without another word, Mike turns and leaves the room, walking briskly down the hallway. He brushes past Jonathan, who gives him a skeptical look that Mike very pointedly chooses to ignore. He’s not in the mood for this bullshit right now, and he doesn’t want to answer anyone’s nosy questions. Right now, all Mike wants is to be alone.

Mike’s  just about to enter his own room when a yell echoes throughout the hallway.

“WILL!”

And Mike’s blood runs cold.

There’s absolutely no hesitation; it’s as if the last ten minutes never happened. Mike turns away from his door, and he sprints down the hallway back towards Will’s room and towards the sound of Jonathan’s frantic shouts.

Shit, shit, shit, shit—

By the time Mike reaches Will’s room, a few others have already crowded around the doorway in an attempt to see what’s going on. He shoves past them, right into Will’s room, and immediately, Mike’s broken, wounded heart drops to the bottom of his stomach.

Because there, frozen in a trance and standing in the middle of his bedroom with his eyes clouded over, is Will Byers.

#andi's asks #byler #byler ficlet #this was mean. #this was so so mean #i wanna keep writing it. #HELP #listen if the painting fight is even a fraction of this level of anger i'm gonna shrivel into a ball and just die