#▐ ━ CRACK. ❛ HAVE I STABBED YOU? NO? THEN I’M BEING NICE. ❜

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Juri, Cammy, and Ibuki reacting to their S/O casually walking in with severe injuries and when asked they respond: "Tis but a scratch"

I absolutely LOVED writing this, it really let me go all kinds of crazy, especially with Cammy's part, allowed me to tap into the more unhinged side of my writings.

Now, that aside, your wish is my command!

When you barged into the garage, drenched in blood, and looking like you just walked out of being a no name extra in a Tarantino film who existed only to be shot, stabbed, and otherwise beaten to death, Juri was rightfully concerned.

Doubly so when you started tearing the place apart and asked, in a voice that was WAY to calm for someone who was in the condition you were in “Where the crowbar was”.

Now, Juri likes to think she is a pretty brave lady.

I mean, she’s done all kinds of crazy things that have her skating the edge between life and death before.

Right now however, she got the feeling that she wanted no part of what was going on with you right now.

It also didn’t help that she was more than a little bit scaroused by this.

So, she handed you the crowbar and asked.

“So… you… uh… good?”

“Never been better! Why do you ask?” you responded as a pool of blood started to form under your feet.

“Well all of… that.” Juri stated as she gestured to all of you with her hands.

“Oh don’t worry, it's not mine. Most of it at least.Tis but a scratch! As they say.  Anywho! I’ll be back before dinner! Love you!” You exclaimed as you turned on your heel and walked out from the way you came, leaving Juri standing in the middle of the garage.

“Yup, definitely scaraoused.” Juri declared to herself before turning on her heel to return to what she was doing beforehand.

Cammy was not the type of person who shook easy.

However, the person she loved bursting into the home the two of you shared, drenched in blood and covered in wounds, was more than enough to leave her… concerned.

Doubly so when you took a kitchen knife and made your way back the way you came.

Luckily, she managed to catch up to you beforehand.

“Oh! Heya Cammy! How are you doing dear?” you asked her, completely ignoring your wounds.

“I’m doing… fine. How about you?” Cammy asked, deeply concerned for your state right now.

“Doing great! And don’t worry about all this, Tis but a scratch!” you exclaimed with a smile as you moved to move past Cammy who stopped you.

“How about… we take a little trip to the hospital first!” Cammy suggested as she wrapped her hand around you and gently took the knife out of your hand.

“Oh, okay, but I… I uh… I had something to do first, there was this blonde guy in a mask, a real weird guy. Had this claw, real, real strange.” You muttered, the blood loss already getting to you.

“Yeaaah… we’re gonna be taking a nice little trip to the hospital. They’ll have jello!” Cammy exclaimed as she wrapped her arms to guide you out the door.

“Ooh! Jello!” you happily stated with a smile.

The last thing Ibuki expected to see after finishing her training for the day was you, covered in blood, a knife sticking out of your back, knuckles bleeding heavily, blood pouring down the side of your face, and you carrying a metal bat as you walked down the street.

Ibuki, being a semi-normal person and excellent girlfriend, found this a tad concerning, and so, decided she should probably check up on you.

“Uh… hey there.” Ibuki greeted, the concern in her voice completely unmissable.

“Hey Ibuki! How’s it going?” You asked, paying absolutely no mind to the condition you were in at the moment.

“Good… it's uh… going good. You know you have a knife in your back right?” she asked you, growing more and more concerned with each passing second.

“Yup! Hurts like you wouldn’t believe! But don’t worry, Tis but a scratch! Now, if you’ll excuse me! I have some ruffians to finish speaking to in this parking Garage.” you happily exclaimed before walking into said Parking Garage.

Shortly following this, Ibuki heard the sound of a metal bat cracking open someone’s skull and a scream of pain, followed by the sound of a metal bat breaking bones, and just causing a great deal of unpleasantness to a fairly large group of people.

A very short ten minutes later, you walked out of the Parking Garage, your formerly pristine bat now blooddrenched and dented in several places.

“Now then Ibuki, what were we talking about before?” you asked, a massive smile on your face.

“I… think we were talking about… going to the hospital!” Ibuki exclaimed.

“Really? Well then! Let's go!” you declared joyously.

#street fighter #street fighter x reader #Ibuki x reader #street fighter ibuki #Ibuki #cammy x reader #cammy white x reader #cammy street fighter #juri han x reader #juri x reader #juri #juri han

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CARDBOARD BOX -

[ ot7 x reader ]

BTW ☠️😂

8 participants - 8 online

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hobi: thinking about when we all lived together and jimin would make jungkook tap dance for food

jk: good times :D

namjoon: but jungkook cant tap dance?

jimin: exactly

namjoon: so you starved jungkook?

jk: no i tapped??

jin: horribly

jk: :(

tae: i liked it

jk: honestly 🥺?

tae: honestly

jk: :D

hobi: why is joon acting like he wasn’t there to witness it???

namjoon: sorry

i just tend to block out the traumatic memories i have with you guys

which is most of them

jin: jungkook was the one dancing for food not you

namjoon: being a witness to that was traumatic

yoongi: it was funny

jk: thank u

yoongi: no

namjoon: moving on

y/n: remember when jungkook would like disappear for 4 hours everyday and come back to the dorms at like 5 am

hobi: OMG YES

jimin: the era where he hated us 😪

yoongi: bring it back

jk: i didn’t hate you guys ☹️

tae: he was just getting his dick wet don’t worry about it

namjoon: he was barley 16?

tae: pussy slayer since 05 😝

namjoon: 05??

yoongi: he was 7 in 05

jin: victim since 05

jimin: jin was like 27 in 05

jin: ??unprovoked

and not fucking true

jimin: as long as you’re alive i’m provoked

y/n: 27 in 05 is crazy

jimin: i’m saying like 😭

hurry up and die maybe?

hobi: bros 31 ☠️

namjoon: ok stop guys

jin: fucking hate all of you

jk: omg it’s raining outside i’m so sad :((

tae: my fault stepped outside and mother nature just couldn’t contain herself

she freaky like that

hobi: paying for ur assassination

jk: what does that even mean

tae: the sky squirting for me bro

jk: oh

that’s nice didn’t know that was possible !!

can you make her stop tho

tae: tell namjoon to step outside and she’ll stop

namjoon: ???

tae: it will be hot and dry as shit if joon steps out ong

jk: namjoon pls step outside

namjoon: kook you need to stop taking tae’s word for things

jk: what

i take no words

i have my own

namjoon: nvm

y/n: life would be so much fun if one of you was a crack addict

jin: ????

yoongi: freak

hobi: real

jimin: namjoon is right here like….

namjoon: leave me ALONE

jk: i’ll be a crack addict for you

tae: i’ll be a better addict

jk: NO YOU WONT

tae: YES I WILL

y/n: shut up

jk: sorry ☺️💕💖

tae: i could so break jungkook’s legs

jk: ☹️

how will i tap?

hobi: you don’t need to tap anymore kook

ur free from that life

y/n: tap by taeyong

jimin: he may be free from tapping in this life but is the tapping life free from him?

yoongi: what

jimin: mentally jungkook is still my little tapping slut

jk: aw man ://

namjoon: did you need to call him a slut??

can we just be nice

jimin: yes i needed to call him a slut

he’s a slut

tae: he was sixteen tapping for you

ur calling a sixteen year old a slut

guys i think jimin is really weird for that actually

jk: me 2

jimin: so?????

you literally said he was fucking at 16 you indirectly called him a slut too

jk: right !!!!

tae: UMM NO???

i called him a pussy slayer actually

and that could mean anything

jk: like what?

tae: shut up jungkook

jk: ok

i’m sorry

it’s still raining

i’m upset

jin: anyways i think yoongi could be nicer

yoongi: ?????

y/n: yoongi’s great

jin: TO YOU

yoongi is actually really really mean and we need to talk about it

jk: i also think yoongi’s great !!

when i was sad about getting old and sick he told me i probably won’t get cancer and most likely die from getting stabbed at 30 on the 12th of december 3pm

namjoon: oh

y/n: yoongi….

yoongi: no cancer !!

jk: NO CANCER ^0^ !!!!!!

tae: yoongi being cold and mysterious will only get you so far in life

jk: yoongi don’t be cold

🔥🔥🔥

here

y/n: jungkook ur so silly

where are you

i want to bite you

jk: 😳

OMW HOME I PROMISE

WON’T BE LONG I SWEAR

jimin: take me back to the days where you had to buy bitches 46 plots of land and a horse to get pussy

i can’t do this being dumb ass hell shit

hobi: maybe ur just ugly idk??

jimin: ????

yo wtf

hobi????????????

hobi: who said that not me whatttt?

jin: that’s why taemin has jimin blocked

jimin: HE DOES NOT HAVE ME BLOCKED

yoongi: woah ok?

jimin: just saying

anyways

jin: ur ugly 😂

jk: beauty is subjective

yoongi: do you even know what that means?

jk: yes ofc ??

maybe…

no 😔

tae: subjective sex

namjoon: stop

tae: SUBJECT SEX

i class i would love to participate in

y/n: is this you telling us you don’t know how to have sex???

tae: NO

this is me telling you i love sex and partake in it often

hobi: stds

jk: i’m confused

why do you want to take a class on it then ???

y/n: right

you wanting to take a sex class implies you know little on the subject of sex actually

tae: SHUT THE HELL UP

jimin: nothing about my beauty is subjective btw

it’s fact

jin: that ur ugly

yoongi: lol

jimin: namjoon tell them i’m not ugly

namjoon: guys he’s not ugly

jin: he’s really ugly

y/n: namjoon tell tae to stop shouting

namjoon: taehyung stop shouting

tae: NO

NAMJOON TELL KOOK AND Y/N I KNOW HOW TO FUCK

namjoon: kook y/n taehyung knows how to fuck

hobi: namjoon i wont lie to you but u lowkey a bitch

jin: right

namjoon: thank you for that hobi and jin i also love you very much

jk: ohmygod joon loosing his mind again

that is NOT what they said

joon come back to us

fight this namjoon fight it

hobi: fighting by bss

yoongi: who fighting?

jimin: joon and his crippling coke addiction

coke winning

namjoon: can we not

tae: i’ll laugh when you overdose

y/n: exo core

namjoon: i just helped you what is ur issue??

jin: do you notice how yoongi appeared again when the word fighting was said????

we NEED to have this man locked up i’m telling you

yoongi: i’ll have you sectioned

jin: WHAT THE FUCK?????

NAMJOON TELL HIM TO TAKE THAT BACK

namjoon: yoongi take that back

please

yoongi: i take it back

jin: good

yoongi: not

jk: yikes jin he got you

yoongi ur really cool

yoongi: shut up

jk: sorry 😆

y/n: stop being mean

yoongi: cant help it :3

tae: who wants to see me split a watermelon with one hand

jk: ME ME

OHMYGOD ME I DO I DO

I WANT TO SEE

PLEASE SHOW ME PLEASE BEOFRE I PASSED OUT PLEASE

PICK ME TAE I WANT TO SEE ME MEMEMEMEMEMEMMEMEME

hobi: tae how is ur financial situation these days

tae: kill yourself

hobi: ok wtf???

i was just asking

tae: jungkook im sorry but no broken watermelon today blame hoseok

jk: hobi what the hell man i was really looking forward to the broken watermelon

y/n: i heard tae filed for bankruptcy

tae: NOT TRUE

jimin: i heard he lives in a cardboard box

tae: SHUT UP I DONT

jk: tae omg……… 😧

is this true

tae: NO OBVIOUSLY NOT

YOU WERE AT MY HOUSE YESTERDAY

AND I ORDERED US FOOD

jk: pls dont shout at me

i’m trying to remember if your house was a cardboard box or not

jimin: (it was)

tae: NAMJOON

namjoon: guys

jimin: ur no fun

y/n: sorry 😔

tae: yeah

you guys better be sorry

stupid idiots

jimin: shut up broke boy

namjoon: jimin please

jimin: whatEVER

tae: namjoon i don’t say this a lot because normally it wouldn’t be true but man i love you

guys i think me and namjoon were married in our past lives

cuz like were so in tune with each other

like he just gets me

i get him

i believe in every life we find each other

like we get married in every single life except this one

namjoon: no offence but in every life i would find you and divorce you if that were true

tae: oh

y/n: LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

yoongi: lol

jimin: no i see it the crack addict and the broke bitch love story

tae: at least someone gets it

nvm

should of read the whole message first

u guys are just closed minded

im telling you me an namjoon are like super alike someone thought i was him yesterday and he was so real and right for that

jk: i thought you said that guy that called you rm in the park yesterday was a racist not real or right

tae: jungkook

jk: yeah ^0^

tae: stop talking rn

jk: okay😵

hobi: cocaine is like really expensive how would tae and joon work out

tae wont be able to help feed into joons addiction

y/n: why do you know that cocaine is expensive

hobi: i know a lot of things that just happenes to be one of them

jimin: if you think about it when have you ever seen a crackhead be like nah im not gonna have crack today

they make that shit happen no matter what

and i think thats what attracts tae and joon together

like joon will do anything and everything to get his fix and tae would do anything and everything to have a place to sleep so their hardworking nature is what leads them to love

yeah

jin: ok !!!!!!

jimin i think you need a hobby or something

that was…. a lot

yoongi: shut up

jin: WHAT DID I DO???? AM I WRONG OR DID YOU ACTUALLY ENJOY JIMINS MINI FANFIC LIKE?????????

yoongi: i’ll punch you

jin: and i believe that!

shutting up #now

hobi: i wish i was mark lee rn

he probably doing something really canadian as we speak

jk: like what?

hobi: idk being nice

jimin: you called me ugly five minutes ago

you could never be mark lee

hobi: that literally wasn’t me i have no idea what ur talking about sorry i’m actually mark lee rn so i fr don’t know what ur talking about dude sorry dude i have to go on stage and dance with nct 127 now and then i have vocal practice with nct dream right after so i’m sorry dude i like have zero idea what ur talking about like actually like a sticker 2 baddies beatbox

me as mark lee and scene

jk: 10/10 really believable idk mark lee but i really though you were him for a second

y/n: great performance thought mark was here fr almost kissed you passionately on the mouth

yoongi: what

hobi: thank u thank u

you can still kiss me tho haha lol as mark or not idm

y/n: ok omg come here!!!

hobi: FR?????

y/n: no !!!!!!

but i did imagine us kissing like last week for like five seconds

hobi: yesssss 🙌 😝

a win is a win

yoongi: its not a win

she threw up at the thought

y/n: no i didn’t

yoongi: yes you did

you told me

y/n: i DID’NT

stop trying to gaslight me

it wont work

tae: have you imagined me naked

jimin: liked it better when you weren’t talking

tae: i liked it when YOU weren’t talking

jimin: shut the fuck up

jin: how about you both shut the fuck up

jimin: now why are YOU talking again

yoongi beat the shit out of him

yoongi: nah dont want to

the thought of his face isn’t pissing me off anymore

jin: thank you <3

yoongi: i could punch hoseok tho

hobi: no thank you ???

y/n: yoongi has a framed picture of all of us on his bedside table that he hides whenever you all come over in case you find it

he also has each one of our debut photocards in a small little binder in his studio in a little safe

yoongi: not true bye

yoongi left “BTW☠️😂”

y/n added yoongi to “BTW☠️😂”

y/n: very true very real seen them with my very two eyes

yoongi: you wear glasses

that you don’t actually wear

so who knows what u be seeing

that is NOT true

y/n: i wear glasses to READ and you know that

so shut up

guys yoongi would punch none of you because he loves you very much ok? 😍💖💯

tae: yoongi do you kiss our picture goodnight be honest

yoongi: fuck off actually

namjoon: thats very sweet yoongi

we love you too

jin: i DON’T

i fear my life when i’m around yoongi picture by his bed or not

i’m shaking in my boots i’m scared

yoongi: pussy

jin: i’m telling you ever since he broke that poor woozi guys nose i have not looked at him the same

y/n: ok but that was a mistake right yoongi

yoongi: ?

y/n: it was

and besides has yoongi broken your nose?

jin: no but it’s coming

i know it

yoongi: true

jk: i feel safe around yoongi

yoongi: you shouldn’t

jk: because he hasn’t broken my nose

but jimin did punch me once

jimin: dont bring up my past

hobi: if we think about it jimin should be locked up

jungkook you can press charges you know?

jimin: CAN WE NOT TALK ABOUT ME AND WHAT I’VE DONE

like we were talking about how yoongi actually love us

lets get back to that

yoongi: jimin should be put behind bars

jimin: yoongi loves us

yoongi: jimin is a bully

jimin: YOONGI LOVES US

tae: i love you back yoongi

yoongi: kill yourself

jimin is a literal bully like actually

jimin: and ur a fake one cuz u love us

jk: jimin you are bully

yoongi: ur right jungkook

you are so right

jimin: jungkook yoongi loves you

that’s why he’s agreeing with you

jk: i love you too yoongi ^0^

yoongi: jungkook jimin is bullying you

has been since you were 16

jk: ohmygod……..

jimin: jungkook yoongi has a photocard of you that he’s probably decorated and everything just cuz he cares so deeply about you

jk: he does????????

namjoon: ok both of you stop

jimin you ARE a bully

and yoongi its ok that you actually like us you should stop pretending you don’t

jimin: I AM NO BULLY

yoongi: i like not one of u 😒

namjoon: yeah ok

jk: GUYS OHMUGOD

tae DOES LIVE IN A CARDBOARD BOX I REMEMBER NOW 🤯🤯😨

tae left “BTW☠️😂”

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think of this as a flash back/ forward idk of the good happy times ok? ok thank u >_<

sorry for the shit ending i just really like the first part and wanted to post

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Shadow | FA14

Fernando Alonso x Wolff!Reader

Written and SMAU

Warnings: General Crack, Reader was pregnant at one point, reader is female, egregious ignoring of real world events.

WC: ~2.9k (she small)

Reader is just that girl in this one, sorry. Also how easy is it to tell i’m not 40 years old. Anyways, not edited and just written because i had the idea. When will i actually write romance and not just scenarios?

Being the sister of anyone related to any sport meant your face would be known within the community, whether you wanted it to or not. The number of people increased exponentially when the person you were related to was someone incredibly important within that community.

For example, your brother was Toto Wolff, a billionaire who was the Team Principal of a fairly well known F1 team. You might not have heard of them, Mercedes might ring a bell? This meant you were unwittingly paired with F1 wherever you went.

Whether it be a function for one of the many hospitals or health care clinics you’d set up or even one of the many charity gala’s you’d played a part in funding, you’d always be asked a question or two about formula one and whatever DRS is. 

Honestly, you didn’t mind it at first, always laughing it off with grace and even playing into some rivalries at times, but as you got older and you achieved more things past having a rich brother, it began to get annoying. I mean, you weren’t even that far off his net worth, only around a billion, surely that was more interesting than what your favourite spice girls song was? (You answered ‘Spice up your life’)

So, sure, the fact that even the questions reporters shouted at you as you walked from your car to your front door was about your brothers doing’s instead of your own did piss you off a little. You were only human after all, and having your achievements ignored in favour of your brother’s continually grated at you. 

However, you were loyal and never let that get the best of you. Even after performing a heart transplant, you could entertain some 24 year old journalism student about what you thought your brother's funniest moment was in order to maintain his brand.

That was a situation similar to the one you found yourself in right now. You’d walked out of the office at around 9 at night, the toll of the amount of paperwork that came with managing four medical practices and countless other endeavours taking it’s time to break you down. 

You were on your phone, your do-not-disturb on as you scrolled through your contacts. The time-distance didn’t bother you, it was probably morning for whoever you were trying to call anyway.

The fact you hadn’t really been looking around, instead focused on the phone ringing in your hand, as you sludged from the elevator to your car that was parked the furthest possible distance from the elevator (surely as the CEO you could have a private park) didn’t work in your favour as a group of reporters jump-scared you by calling your name.

You jolted, whipping around and holding your keys in between your fingers, prepared to stab someone. But, at seeing the shocked and surprised faces of the journalists and the shine of the camera lenses they were pointing at you, you withdrew your hand, executing a perfectly practiced relieved sigh. 

“Sorry, you scared me there.” You said laughing, gesturing in front of you with your phone, quickly hanging it up as the call was answered, a dumb ‘Hello?’ not having the chance to echo through the garage. The reporters thankfully brushed it off and started a spiel about ‘results’ and ‘engines’ and blah blah blah. 

You tuned it out, hopefully maintaining a politefully interested face through the ordeal. It was nice that they hadn’t commented on the eye-bags you were harbouring or the smell of cat vomit that was emanating from your clothes after a poorly timed spew from your cat over your laundry this morning.

The curling lip and tightening nostrils of one of the camera men had you trying to resist smiling as the man holding the microphone kept going, though you quietly reprimanded yourself about not spraying more perfume as you left your office.

“Regardless of results, do you still think of Mercedes as your favourite F1 team?” The reporter finally asked, you snapping back from staring at the exposed wiring that lined the roof of the garage. A smile was plastered across your face as you responded.

“Of course! I’m big on family loyalty so yeah, Mercedes will always be my favourite team.” You said, pursing your lips and shrugging. The reporters exchanged glances and you minutely tilted your head at their reaction, curious. Were they not expecting that? The interviewer glanced at his colleagues before he turned to you again, microphone perched and ready to be used.

“Have you seen any news recently?” He asked as impartially as possible. You raised an eyebrow. Now, what did that mean? Had Toto said something mean about you? Did Mercedes collapse overnight? 

You doubted either of those were the reasons, you’d have definitely heard of it. A quick glance at your apple watch revealed the opposite however, the over 1000+ missed notifications you had displayed as you fidgeted with the scroll wheel. Due to the display screen being small, you couldn’t see much but you saw a lot of driver’s names, ‘AHHHHH’s, and questions about Toto’s mental health. What on earth had happened while your cat had been retching on your business wear?

You decided to play it safe, teasing the reporters while not revealing if you had seen the news or not. A raised eyebrow and a hand bringing itself to your hip hopefully clued them in to your goading intentions as you answered.

“Is this news the reason you are trespassing on private property?” The whole crew somehow blanched as they took in the fact you were right. The garage was locked unless they had a security card but, as the creator of the company, you knew of the small chain link fence on the ground floor which could be pulled back and crawled under.

You patiently awaited their responses, glancing between all of their faces as they collectively tried to come up with a reply. The hive-mind didn’t succeed though, you eventually calling it after a few awkward seconds, sighing before giving them what they wanted.

“What’s the news?” You asked, almost begrudgingly watching as the interviewer’s eyes lit up. You recognised that look, the look of an intern realising they could finally be paid for their work, as you’d lived it many times.

“You are Fernando Alonso’s celebrity crush!” The reporter said, the collective watching you with baited breaths as you processed their words. Now, as an almost fourty year old woman with a successful business and job, you weren’t quite sure what reaction they wanted.  Say, twenty years ago, you probably would’ve been able to put on a performance, fanning yourself as a dopey smile filled your face. 

But you had more pressing things to worry about, such as if you’d get home before your daughter had to be put to bed. You were already pushing it, staying at the office so late, and you knew the disapproving glance the baby-sitter you’d hired would have once you got home would make you feel worse.

So you reacted the only way you could think of at that moment.

“Oh, yeah that. I already knew that.” You said dismissively, waving a hand as if to swat a fly from your face. The look on the group’s faces was pretty similar all around, confusion.

“So, you have seen the news?” The reporter asked hesitantly, slightly dropping their microphone and you shook your head, an deliberately incredulous look crossing your face.

“No…? Is that really the news that made you break into my company’s garage?” You asked, disbelief leaking into your voice as you looked all of them in the eye. The corners of your mouth raised slightly.

“So wait, you knew you were Fernando Alonso’s celebrity crush without seeing the interview?” The interviewer drew your attention back and you nodded along with their words.

“Yeah.” You said simply and then thought before adding, “Though I wouldn’t quite say I’m a celebrity.” 

The group of reporters had unknowingly stumbled on a gold mine, something that your tired brain refused to accept and something they didn’t even know. You’d probably have to play it safe from here on out, careful not to reveal too much about how you knew that Fernando felt that way about you. Sorry, Fernando Alonso felt that way about you.

“Whaaa.. You’ve never said anything or done anything?” The reporter asked, leaning in closer, the microphone coming dangerously close to touching your lips. You looked down at it and drew back before starting to speak.

“Well, no. Just because I knew about it doesn’t mean I should do something about it. I said I’m loyal to Mercedes, I’m not breaking that.” You mumbled into the microphone as it edged closer and closer to your lips. 

The looks of incredulity that were spread across the group that had accosted you nearly made you laugh, as though it was impossible that you’d known and not done anything.

In fairness to them, when you’d learned that Fernando had some sort of interest in you, say around 8 years ago, you had had a bit of a tiff, something you were a little embarrassed to admit, and then you’d promptly asked him out. He refused to accept that though, meeting you the next day and asking you out with more flair. 

You’d already accepted before he’d gotten the words out and bam, all of a sudden you were wearing the reddest scrubs you could find when you were walking around the hospital instead of the black one’s you’d been wearing since Toto became team principal. It was an inconspicuous form of representing the man you’d grow to love, something which had come with a lot of warning and pleas to reconsider from Toto.

Life had continued, and after a very busy 2019, you had fallen pregnant, something which you had thought definitely wouldn’t have happened at your age. But life finds a way I suppose and there you were, a baby Alonso permanently attached to your hip.

2020 was a nice year, Fernando being able to be there to see the baby grow from a, for lack of better words, crying sack of flesh and into a crawling child something that you cherished. However, life continued and Fernando went back to racing while you eventually returned to the hospital and your philanthropy after a few years, returning back to take care of your baby after shifts.

That’s where you were at at the moment, having been living together for well past the amount of time your parents had ever though unmarried couples should be. The newly acquired ring on your finger had quietened their worries though it increased the groaning of Toto and the joy coming from Geri. 

You were a bit confused, though, why Fernando had decided to bring you up in an interview. You’d thought that you both had decided to not talk about it if not asked, though the possibilities of being asked about it were almost slim-to-none. 

To be fair, if he’d been blatantly asked who his celebrity crush was and he said someone else, you would have been a bit miffed when the inevitable message from that person rolled into his inbox. 

But still, it was curious what a reporter was doing asking a fully-grown man what his celebrity crush was. Maybe it was a gossip article, or maybe it was something to do with Taylor Swift and trying to get him to admit to their secret relationship.

The reporter in front of you cleared their throat.

“If you haven’t seen the news then and you are loyal to Mercedes, you’ll probably be happy to know that Lewis Hamilton also said you were his celebrity crush!” The excitement in their voice was obviously staged as they read the pre-written line, as though they were put off that you weren’t more hyped, but all you could think was ‘there it was’.

You probably should’ve seen it coming, to be honest, Fernando not the guy to try and one-up. You couldn’t wait to go home and watch the video footage of the inevitable glare he’d thrown at Lewis before speaking threateningly, probably holding himself back from spilling about the family you’d both created. 

That was probably why he’d waited a few seconds before picking up the call that you’d hurriedly hung up, preparing himself to face the brunt of your giggles for a few minutes before you calmed down. 

However, you hadn’t been able to tease him about the thing you didn’t know about because of the reporters who were filming you, waiting for your reaction to the news Lewis Hamilton himself had a celeb-crush on you, as though that even meant anything and wasn’t a way to get on Fernando’s toes. 

“Oh.” You said after a second. The crew deflated and an incredulous look showed itself on the interviewer’s face as she processed your word before quickly covering it up.

“You’re not a big Hamilton fan?” She asked, trying to extract something more from you. You shrugged.

“Don’t mind him.” You simply remarked before exaggeratedly yawning and checking your watch. You then made a dramatically shocked face and turned back to the cameras.

“Well I best get going!” A slight accent that you’d never used before sneaked into your words and you cleared your throat.

“I trust you guys know where the exit is.” You said, referring to the camera crew before turning around and making your way across the garage to where your car sat.

“Do you have anything to add?” The interviewer shouted across the cavern in an attempt to get something more from their visit and you turned as you walked, spinning around your keys. 

The group looked a bit defeated, the glimmer in their eyes dulled as though they thought they would’ve gotten more lucky than what they had. You couldn’t but take pity on them, the thought of them putting in more work after this to try and get a good story playing on your heartstrings.

Anyways, Fernando had already done a little bit of the revealing of your relationship, what could a few more hints do?

“No, sorry!” You yelled back before pausing a second and continuing slyly. “I’m just gonna go home to my kid, hopefully you guys get home safe to your families.” 

Really well done there, inserted completely naturally. You turned back around, hearing the gasps echoing from the group and the increase in chatter as you unlocked your car, hopped in, and booted it up.

You quickly called Fernando as you got in the car, him picking up instantly. 

“What was that about?” He asked, the sound of his voice playing through your speakers making you smile as you relaxed back into the seat, watching the increasingly frantic movements of the young reporters. 

“Sorry, I got ambushed.” You said as you pulled out of your parking spot and followed the lines till you reached the entrance, waving at the group before pulling out of the garage. There was little-to-no traffic as you drove through office blocks, before pulling onto the highway.

“Ambushed?” He asked worried and you replied, telling the story of what happened that had caused you to hang up on him. He responded and laughed where appropriate, a skill that he’d gained over years of talking to you.

When you’d finished he went quiet and you enjoyed the silence, one hand on the steering wheel as you pulled off the highway and into your quiet neighborhood. 

“They know we have a child?” He asked and you nodded before responding.

“They know I have a child.” You affirmed and he sighed, pondering a second.

“They know it’s not with Lewis right?” You couldn’t help the giggle that spouted from your throat, you eventually having to pull over as the ridiculousness of the situation dawned over you.

You couldn’t see but on the other side of the world, Fernando was laying in his hotel bed, a smile on his face as he listened to you laugh. The story you’d told had been strange, though he supposed it was his fault, and he was glad you could see the humour in it instead of panicking. He thought for a second.

“Should we come clean?” He asked and you stopped laughing, silence coming from your side of the phone. He called your name, his smooth accent pronouncing it perfectly. You had both hands on the steering wheel, pulled over somewhere on your way home to your child, with your soon-to-be husband on the phone, debating whether or not you should reveal your relationship.

It had been long enough, you were plenty secure in your relationship, but you were worried about the impact it would have on your child. You didn’t want them to grow up in a world were they were stood in the shadow of their parents instead of being recognised for being themself, you’d lived a version of that and knew how frustrating it could get. 

But it would be nice to be able to go to races and be with your fiance instead of your brother who could get incredibly annoying, incredibly fast. You finally nodded your head, the decision coming fast as you weighed the benefits and cons.

“Let’s do it.” You said finally and you could hear Fernando sigh in relief and mumble in agreeance.

The way that Toto’s name had popped up on your phone after you said that still haunted your dreams sometimes.

hope you liked this unedited mess

It’s past 12 I’m sorry

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[lucid-loves]

Taste Like Venom ~ Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 4

Pairing: Ghost x assassin!reader (fem!reader, no use of y/n, callsign “Hex”)

Word Count: 3.6k

CW: angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, enemies to lovers trope, slow burn, fluff, clear attraction and sexual tension, smut later on, reader POV and ghost POV, minors dni, Soap lives in this AU

Let me know if I missed any CWs.

Story Synopsis: After Makarov gets away once again, Laswell decides to force a favor from you, the world’s greatest assassin and best-kept secret. You are now expected to help the 141 with taking down Makarov in addition to playing nice with them. It’s hard to play nice when you have always worked alone. It doesn’t help that one of the team members, Ghost, gets curious about you in each interaction. 

Chapter Synopsis: While you are alone in your own hotel room, the men talk about you over Italian cuisine. This includes speculation on Ghost’s feelings for you. Meanwhile, you are already gearing up for infiltration to tap the target building. Ghost decides that he wants a front-row seat to your show.

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Good God, authentic pizza was absolutely amazing. The standard for pasta was incredible as well. It beat the standard cafeteria food back on base by a landslide. The 141 grimaced as they thought about someday having to return to the food back home. Even the food they’ve eaten out of your fridge has been refreshing to their taste buds. Soap was the most vocal about his dread of the mass-cook cafeteria food as he devoured another slice of heaven. “Christ, going back to bland spinach and soggy rice is going to be fuckin’ painful!”

“Remember when they tried to do a taco night. Fucking hell, the lettuce was dripping fat like a sponge.” Gaz added as he took a swig of whiskey. It wasn’t the Italian choice of liquor to pair with food, but it was the 141’s choice. Not Ghost’s though. He missed his Kentucky bourbon. 

“Last Thanksgiving was the most painful for me. Turkey was drier than my fuckin’ belt.” Soap chuckled, trying not to drip sauce onto the bed with how his whole body laughed with him. They were eating in one of the double queen hotel rooms, away from the public eye. When they were all together in a group, they often garnered attention. Such was the price for being such large, capable men.

“Anyone reckon that Hex is up yet? Food is gonna get cold.” Price inquired. They had saved some food for you. A plate full of different things since no one knew what you liked. Even Kate didn’t know when they called to ask her. Still, they tried their best anyway. And their best was getting cold on a ceramic plate.

Soap shook his head in refusal. “I’m not gonna knock on her door. The lass scares the shite out of me.”

Gaz laughed out loud. “Soap? Afraid? Never thought I’d live to see the day.” 

“Hey, you weren’t the one that nearly lost an ear! With fuckin’ car keys of all things.” He defended, taking a long swig of his own drink. He clearly wasn’t going to forgive you for that any time soon. It made him annoyed when he thought about the fact that you probably didn’t care. 

Price shrugged and poured himself another drink. “You were kinda asking for it, Johnny. I think I would’ve nearly killed you too if I’m being honest.”

“Well, Lt. made the joke first and he didn't nearly get stabbed.” He continued to argue, looking to Simon for an answer on how it was different when he cracked the joke. Ghost just stared with indifference, sitting in the corner with his mask halfway up. Even if he was with the people he trusted with his identity, he just felt more comfortable hiding his face while he ate.

The room went quiet for a moment as the men thought about it. Out of all of them, Ghost seemed to be the one that was able to get the closest to you. You still pushed him away by miles, but it was definitely closer than they were getting. Kyle took another slice of pizza, the fresh basil so vibrantly green that it looked like it was glowing. “How do you feel so comfortable pushing her boundaries, Lieutenant? One attempt at our lives is enough for us to back off. Yet, you seem to keep going back for more.”

The men waited for an answer, an idea crawling into each of their heads. Price had already picked up on it by now. He noticed as soon as Ghost lifted you in his arms. Gaz vocalizing his observation out loud just now triggered Soap to realize it too. A slow, knowing smirk crept along Soap’s lips. Simon scowled at the insinuation, reading all of their minds. “All of you can bury your ideas six feet under. I’m just trying to get her to trust us. The mission will go a lot smoother if she does. The sooner we do that, the sooner we can go home.”

All of them returned to enjoying their meals, unconvinced by Ghost’s protest. Was Simon attracted to you? Absolutely. Did he like you? Well, he certainly didn’t hate you. The biggest problem for him was that you were dangerous. Not just from an ability standpoint, but from an emotional standpoint. While he did want to get close to you, he still wanted to keep you just out of arm’s reach emotionally because he knew that you would burn him. Poison him with that venom of yours. He knew if he really did fall for you, he would never stop falling. 

For the sake of the mission and his own preservation, he convinced himself that you were only a temporary attraction. A beautiful woman with incredible power that will return to the unknown as soon as this is all over. His teammates knew better, though. In all their time of knowing Simon, he has never shown interest in women. Always too busy. Always too focused on work. Not even making time for hook-ups. When you came into the picture, you got his attention in a way they have never seen before. That meant a lot to them.

“Regardless, you have the honor of delivering our assassin her dinner, Lieutenant.” Price smirked, abusing his power as Captain to avoid feeding the feral woman next door. Ghost clenched his jaw, cursing out John in his mind as he got up.

The men continued their lighthearted conversation as Simon walked out, plate of food in hand. Taking a deep breath, he walked to your door and knocked. When there was no answer, he thought that perhaps you were still asleep. So, he took out his spare keycard to the room and welcomed himself in. 

The room was dim, large shadows casing over the beige walls. A few laptops were running on the desks, already hacked into the security cameras of the target building. You’ve actually been up for a while and have been busy getting things ready for your infiltration. It was alarming when you woke up in your hotel room instead of the car at first. However, it didn’t take you long to figure out that someone must’ve carried you. You were pretty sure who it was, but you didn’t dwell on it. There was work to be done and you had wasted too much time with sleep. 

Kate helped you get into their systems. From there, a layout of the building was mapped out along with the IDs of everyone working for Makarov. You have watched enough security footage to take note of the guard routes. All that needed to be done was planting the taps to allow you to listen in on everything. Nothing was going to be unheard. Not even the sound of a guard taking a bathroom break.

Simon watched you fasten a black belt tight around your hips that carried a collection of small throwing knives. You wore new pants, a long sleeve turtleneck with a hood, and boots. All tight. All black. His hands ached to reach out in order to trace your prominent curves. He wanted to feel the thin fabric of your shirt, the heat of your skin exuding through it. 

Instead of that, he placed the food down on top of your dresser, resisting the temptation. “Not going to eat first?”

You didn’t even glance his way, something he wanted to fix immediately. “No. It will weigh me down. I had room service bring up some fruit earlier. It will tie me over until I get back.”

“You’re leaving now?” He questioned, anger rising in his tone. You should have let them know that you were awake. That you were set up with the tech. That you wanted to proceed with the mission with a lookout. You shouldn’t have intended to do this alone.

But, you couldn’t help it. This is how you have always worked. Besides, to you, there was no reason to waste time with unnecessary things like knocking on their door to let them know you were ready. What were you? A fucking dog looking to be let out? “Now is better than later. Security usually lets their guard down after meals. It’s not too late in the night to expect intruders too. Now is the optimal time for me to place the taps.”

Simon scoffed at your unapologetic reasoning. “And you were just going to do this alone? Not even someone to watch the cameras out for you? What if you get compromised?”

Here we fucking go again. You grabbed the taps sitting on the desk, putting them in a small satchel securely tied to your belt. “Can you not criticize the way I do things every fucking conversation? I’m doing what I do best, Simon. I’ve never been compromised before. That’s a streak I intend to keep.”

He stepped towards you, his frame menacing as he towered over you. Hearing your name come from your lips was still something he wasn’t used to. Despite that, he wasn’t going to let you do this alone. This time, his tone was gentle yet resolute. “I’m letting the force know and I’m going to monitor the cameras.”

Looking up into his eyes, you could see that he wasn’t going to waver from his decision. There was no point fighting about this, you finally decided. Not even twelve hours ago was your last fight with him. A part of you was getting tired of it. Stepping back towards the hotel window to leave, you threw in the towel. It wasn’t going to stop you from getting the job done anyhow. “Do whatever you want. I don’t give a shit.”

“Hang on.” Ghost stopped you, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist. He pulled you towards him, using the advantage of his strength to have you close to him. Anticipating you to either reach for your knives or strike him with your other hand, he prepared to guard himself. However, you never used the same trick twice in a row. 

Like a forceful tango, you stepped your full weight forward to catch him off balance. You then pushed further as he was forced to step back lest you headbutt him, your hand now having the room to land on his chest with a quick, sharp force. In Simon’s fall, you swiped his sheathed knife from his own belt. Before he knew it, he was laying on his back on your bed, you straddling him, his eyes locking with yours that blazed with victory. 

Ghost’s strong hand was still wrapped around your wrist, but your free hand had his own knife pressed against his chest. Right over his heart that was thudding against his chest like it wanted to break out. The hot blood in his body was pumping into overdrive. Not in fear of death. No. In pure, passionate attraction. He swallowed hard, fighting back the urge to still pull you down and kiss you through his mask. Even if it would cause the knife to be plunged into his heart, the thought of being able to share a passionate kiss with you didn’t seem like a bad tradeoff.

Tendrils of your hair fell past your face, framing a beautiful jawline he wanted to trace with his lips. The image of you gasping in shock and pleasure as he squeezed your hips flashed in his mind for a second. It wouldn't have been hard to do. His other hand was still free but frozen as you pressed the tip of the blade into his chest. He also imagined the potential sweetness of your tongue, giving him a taste of dessert after dinner. He wanted to be the one to catch you by surprise and submit to his will. Only, you would love it and beg for more through feverish kisses and the grinding of your hips against his.

Christ, he was getting a boner. 

He wasn’t the only one who was feeling it, though. The sound of your own heartbeat was flooding your ears. You couldn’t seem to pull away from his blue eyes that so heatedly begged for you to come closer. The heat already felt from your body pressing against his didn’t feel like enough. Especially when you began to feel his growing hardness pressing against you. That just made your own sex tingle with need.

You got off of him quickly, putting distance between the two of you. What the fuck were you doing?! What the hell was wrong with you?! You haven't been with anyone for so long, but it was no excuse to get so swept up like this. Not with someone like Ghost. Not with someone like Simon Riley. You needed to get a fucking grip. Get your head on straight. Damn it, you were better than this!

Slowly, he sat up and cleared his throat, trying to pretend that what just happened wasn’t the sexiest thing he’s ever been through. His knife was tossed onto the bed next to him, your movements quick as you rushed to get the fuck out of there.

However, when Simon called your name, you froze. He sounded a little breathless, his voice making you shiver. “Hex, wait.”

Simon stood from the bed to grab something from the desk. Cautiously, he walked towards you, now learning his lesson that it wasn’t a great idea to just grab you so suddenly for multiple reasons. At a slow pace, he opened his large palm to show you a small earpiece. Still being careful with his speed and touch, he lightly brushed your hair behind your ear and inserted the earpiece for you. You flinched as his fingers brushed against your jaw, butterflies erupting within you.

“You’ll be able to hear me through this. I won’t say anything unless I really have to. You’ll be able to talk to me through it too. Whatever you want, whatever you need, just say it.” Ghost promised. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. You feared that using your voice would reveal just how flustered you were over what just transpired. Instead, you gave a simple nod and headed back to your window.

The nighttime breeze flooded in as soon as you opened the window, the chill seeping into your bones. Good. You needed to cool off. Without looking back, you slipped out into the night, leaving Simon behind to wonder if supposed enemies were supposed to be attracted to each other like this. 

~

The shadows concealed you, the moonlight accentuating them on every surface they could touch. Quietly and quickly, you moved from shadow to shadow until you stumbled upon the targeted building. From the outside, it looked like a rundown, abandoned office building up for sale. The place was hidden away, tucked behind the forefront of what Italy wanted to offer instead. Beauty. 

You watched armed men standing guard, looking out into the alleyways for enemies. Sticking to the shadows, you crept along the side of the building before spotting an open window just above you. Taking a deep breath to focus your mind, you sprung into action. With a few wall jumps, you were right in one of Makarov’s weapons depot. 

From the laptops back at the hotel, Ghost carefully watched the footage, almost holding his breath as he searched for you. His team gathered into the room once he told them you had left already. They had assumed that all the time he spent missing with you was just him helping set up the tech. He didn’t correct them on this. Like you had said before, never underestimate the power of assumptions.

Relief washed over his shoulders as soon as he saw your figure invade the building. Just as fast as you had entered, you hid, dropping a tap that was modeled to look like a dead fly onto the dirty tile. The place was dusty, the smell of stagnant air filling your lungs. The men here didn’t care about the cleanliness of the place. Fortunately for the 141, that meant that they wouldn't have to worry about anyone cleaning up the “dead flies.”

All of the men watched the footage as you swiftly made your way from room to room dropping flies. Soap double checked to make sure that the enemies’ own footage was still scrubbed as you worked. Regardless, you moved so carefully that any video of you just looked like a weird, black glitch. You were in your zone. This is what you did for years. This is what you have secretly missed doing.

Every move you made was calculated, following a strict regime based on the men’s own schedule. As you dropped more and more taps, Price began to check if they worked on his end. Sure enough, they could hear everything.

Gaz noticed that Ghost’s body was rigid, his eyes refusing to leave the screens. He was keeping track of you like he would lose sight of you if he blinked. Wanting to ease his worries, he began to prepare some tea using the hotel’s electric kettle. Kyle was always one to look out for his friends like this.

A hot cup of black tea was placed in front of Ghost, the smell already releasing the tension in his muscles. Gaz pat his stiff shoulder. “She’s gonna be alright, bruv.”

Ghost gave a silent nod, finally taking a moment to let his eyes wander off of the monitor to have a sip of tea. Now that he was more relaxed, he viewed your movements in a more admiring way. None of them could pull off how smoothly you moved. How easy you glided through like a gust of wind passing through. Even when you were close to an enemy, you kept your cool, refrained from killing, and moved on without detection. 

You were a god damn modern-day ninja. A fine one at that.

In less than an hour, you had swept through the whole building without detection. Every tap was planted. Not once did you hear Simon in your ear either. You were glad. You felt like if you heard his voice through the earpiece it would break your flow. But, a part of you did yearn to hear his deep voice so close to you. 

Getting out was the easiest part. Having no one seen you come in, you took the same route out. When you came back through the window, you were met with grateful smiles and words of praise that were foreign to your ears. Ghost wanted to be the first one to say something about your skills, but loud-mouth Sergeant Soap beat him to it. “Damn, Lass! I think you just set a record for 141!”

“That was quite impressive stuff there, Hex. It was like you were never there. Kate was right about you.” Price grinned as he thanked you in his own way.

Gaz hopped on the headphones to listen to the taps as soon as his Captain moved. “All of them are working just fine. I’ve only ever seen moves like that in movies and video games. Job well done!”

You were unsure of what to do with all of this attention, never having experienced it before. When you worked alone, there was no one to tell you that you did well when you got back. You didn’t know if all of this flattery made you feel good. In all honesty, the confusion you felt about it made you a little sick to your stomach.

Weaving past them all, you grabbed your cold plate of food that Simon brought to you earlier and left without a word through the door. After receiving some worried glances from his soldiers, Price provided some words of reassurance. “Don’t worry, men. Hex probably isn’t used to having people wait for her like this, let alone praise for good work. Give her time.”

As the team brought back some of the tech to monitor from their rooms, Ghost stepped out into the hallway to look for you. He initially thought that you would be in one of their rooms to use the microwave, but you were nowhere in sight. While he wanted to keep looking, a call by his Captain to help made him call it there for the night. 

And so he spent the rest of the night bunking with Soap, listening in on private conversations and thinking about you. Meanwhile, you spent your night eating a cold dinner alone on the hotel rooftop. Overlooking the city, your own mind occasionally wandered against your will towards Ghost and how it would feel if his heat saved you from the autumn winds chilling your skin.

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[peachesofteal]

I’ll be honest, I’m looking forward to the darker scenarios 👀

Darling unable to get away, having to stay because she knows she can’t survive on her own, let alone with a little baby that’s entirely dependent on her.

Simon, possessive and controlling to keep Darling with them, their family together. He’s already gone too far with messing with the BC, so I’m betting he’s willing to go further at this point.

Johnny, helpless to it all, but trying to keep the peace, keep Darling healthy so she can deliver a healthy baby safely. What else can he do without losing both Simon and his pregnant Darling?

I’m specifically imagining after Darling confronts them, trying to run out the front door, but Simon physically stops her, will not let her leave until she listens to him, agrees this is for the best, that she belongs to and with them.

Sorry for the long ask, just have so many thoughts on this AU and am looking forward to seeing where you take it 😵‍💫

There are so many juicy little bits to the baby trap au here, but let's talk about Johnny for a sec:

I like to imagine Johnny not being helpless, but definitely second to Simon in all of this. It was his idea, his dream, and he did agree. It was a decision they made together, but I think now he's really trying to tow the line in order to keep everyone together. It's a strain for sure, but he did this to himself, he's not innocent. He knows it. He likes it. The guys, both of them, love how you've always depended on them and this is no different in baby trap.

18+ MDNI / baby trap au / dark and twisty themes / reader is a prisoner so please read with caution

His fingers reach for yours involuntarily, the muscles in his face working against the wince that is pulling at his lips when you snatch your hand away like he's burned you. "Please, darling, will you at least-"

"No." You hiss, pushing the plate away from where you sit. Your arms cross in front of your chest, and you do that thing again, the thing you've been doing recently that's driving him mad, where you close your eyes and pretend he doesn't exist.

"I know ye must be hungry, love." He moves the plate back, palm cupping your knee softly. You don't jerk away, but it's more because you're still acting like he's not there, instead of shying away as you're prone to do.

He sighs.

"Well, I guess I can eat this then. Or we can dump it." He takes your fork and spears a piece of pancake, mopping it around in the syrup that you like so much, before lifting it to his lips. "Be such a shame, to waste it all, but Si won't be home for another hour yet, and I ate before ye woke up." He's not lying, it would be. He made you pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Sourdough toast, your favorite, and a peanut butter smoothie. There's also orange juice, and chocolate almond milk, another thing you've been craving non stop.

You crack an eyelid. Just a little, enough to survey the meal again. He knows, knows, that you're hungry. You hardly touched your dinner, and then suffered a breakdown, where you locked yourself in the bathroom and cried for hours until Simon had enough and picked the lock after you had started sobbing out loud about how you wanted to die.

It had taken hours to settle you, Simon with a hand steady on your nape, Johnny with his arms around you as you cried yourself to sleep in the guest bed.

He chews his bite, thoughtfully, albeit a little loudly, before clearing his throat. "It's a nice day today. Want to go for a walk? We could go to the park, or walk down to the cafe you like." Both of your eyes blink open now, narrowed, but still staring at breakfast, and he puts the fork on the rim of the plate with a clink, motioning to the pancakes. "They're a bit fluffy." He comments, and you scowl. He holds his snicker as you reach for it, pulling everything in front of you, stabbing into a large bite and lifting it into your mouth. "Good girl." He whispers, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat, teeth worrying at your bottom lip. "Take another bite." He urges in a soft voice, but you shake your head.

"My stomach hurts." you whisper to your knees, and he swallows the lump in his throat. It's been so hard on you, the pregnancy, the changes in everything, everything that's happened after you found that stupid piece of foil. You had always struggled with eating, your own emotions sabotaging you, twisting you up into knots, but now it was even worse. And you needed to eat, now more than ever. For yourself, and the baby. The doctor had assured them that your appetite fluctuations were okay for now, but they needed to keep a close eye on it.

"What about some of the eggs?" He nods to the glass to your left, the tall one with the smoothie in it. "Or some of that?" Your nose wrinkles.

"I don't want it."

"You love peanut butter smoothies, they're your favorite."

"I want mango." You huff. Mango? Since when? You rub your belly thoughtfully and look at him with big, sad eyes. "I'm really craving mango. Can I have a mango smoothie? With vanilla ice cream in it? Please?" There's a glimmer of something, in your eyes, something sad, and longing... but familiar, and he swallows against the worry that rises in his gut. It's going to be okay. You're going to be alright. They're taking care of you. They won't let anything happen to you.

He shoots Simon a quick text, telling him to pick up fresh mango and vanilla ice cream on his way home, and then he glances back at you.

"Si will bring the ingredients home, okay?" You nod, still palming your belly, fingers tapping across your skin. You groan a little when you get to your feet, body sore from the less than luxurious guest bed that you've been insistent on sleeping in, and walk away to sink into the couch. "What're ye doing?" You burrow yourself into the cushions pulling the blankets up over your chin and closing your eyes, back to pretending that he doesn't exist, except to give your answer.

"Waiting for my smoothie. You'll bring it to me?" You peek over the mound of pillows, eyes still wide and sad, but there's something else there, something he can't name, and he nods automatically.

"Of course, darling."

#peaches asks #ghost x soap x reader #baby trap au #ghoap x reader

[sanjisblackasswife]

Doing Your Night Routine + Trying to Shave Their Balls with the Monster Trio (SFW-ISH?)

Ft. Sanji, Zoro, Luffy

CW: Very fluffy + crack, mentions of PP

Luffy

You struggle to bathe this man you know good and well cleaning his face will be a struggle. Tonight though, you managed to convince him to do ONE black mask with you, but it did cost you your mini fridge.

“My face is very tight—-“

“LUFFY STOP LAUGHING!”

“I look so smooth—“

“Don’t Touch it!”

“Why the hell do you do this every night?! You know you don’t have to make yourself go through pain for me—“

“I DONT DO IT FOR YOU?!”

Luffy ended up falling asleep beside you on the bed. Luckily he was on his back so you decided to take some of the peel off, but one particular part of the mask by his chin was stuck and so you quickly snatch it off.

That was a mistake.

“SON OF A—-“

“I’m so sorry!”

You peppered his face in kisses but he just was pouting all night trying to pick and scratch off the mask swearing he won’t forgive you.

He did after you gave him some of your candy you had stash in your drawer

As for trying to shave his family jewels he didn’t mind only because he didn’t have any hair

He stood proudly showing off his junk to you

“It’s so smooth..”

“I know right!”

7/10 would try to do again, but with less pain and more food

Zoro

“Just one hair—“

“NO!”

“It’s right there just let me pick it—“

“Woman, if you don’t back the hell up—“

He didn’t want to do a face mask so you offered to just simply clean and moisturize his face, you managed to wash it however while putting on some cream on him you found an ingrown hair on his chin

It was green

With that being said you had your bonnet on, face mask on, and was straddling Zoro on top of your bed.

“Just Lay on my lap…please…”

He only agreed because he had a nice view of your tits honestly.

You pulled up his chin and plucked it making him jump.

“Wow that was really in there—“

“THE HELL YOU STAB ME FOR—“

“I DIDNT STAB YOU I GOT THE DAMN HAIR—bro are you crying…”

“Shut—-im going to sleep in the crows nest—“

If you think that you were ganna shave his balls after that think again

“Go to bed.”

“Can I at least see it—“

“CAN YOU NOT—“

“I Bet it’s hairy—“

12/10 would do it again to see his eyes water over a tweezer.

Sanji

Excuse me y’all do this all the time

Anything that involves being with you he is down

You’ve trimmed his hair, shaved his 5 o’ clock shadow, he was little like your little doll when it was time to do your nightly routine if he wasn’t too tired from working all day.

However today you wanted to try something new.

“You wanna what?”

Mind you his face is like: 😀?

“I just wanna…trim it.”

“I thought you liked my hair?”

“NO BABY I LOVE YOUR HAIR I JUST—-“

Please help this man he’s starting to cry

You had an idea and you swear up and down you’d end up regretting it—

“Let me shave you…and then I’ll let you…shave me.”

Sanji never cared for your hair down there, pussy was pussy to this man but to hear you be so willing….

Pants was off immediately.

“Oh You’re not that bad.”

So you got in between his legs and began to trim just a bit, but your breath kept hitting his…pp.

He got hard.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry—“

You giggled and told him it was okay so you backed up, but kept going making sure it doesn’t hit you in the eye—

“See! Tada!!”

Sanji was happy at you Doing so well and not nipping him but now he had something to take care of so he didn’t get to shave you that night

OOOOOH BUT BEST BELIEVE He remembered the next day.

He sat on your bed that evening with a spread of snacks, drinks, and clippers.

“Your turn!”

#one piece #TimikosSanji #one piece headcanons #black reader #one piece x female reader #sanji #sanjionepiece #sanji imagine #sanji x black reader #sanji x reader #monster trio #one piece x black!reader #zoro headcanons #black foot sanji #zoro hcs #female reader #one piece scenario #x female reader #ronoroa zoro #luffy headcanons #luffy scenarios #luffy imagine #luffy x y/n #monkey d. luffy #zoro x y/n #zoro imagine #zoro scenario

[merakiui]

Hi merakiui! For the lunar love hotel if it's alright can I get a cherry wine and red velvet cupcakes with floyd leech with an AFAB reader, please?

yandere!floyd leech x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, cunnilingus, brief mention of pregnancy, serial killer floyd au note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

Your back slams into the floor with a harsh, spine-cracking thump, and pinpricks of pain explode within your skull. The kitchen knife is centimeters from your face, driven into the wood flooring so deeply that it splinters from the sheer force, and you surmise he’s put it there intentionally. It’s a very easy trap. Unfortunately, you’re too petrified to fall for it.

You stare up at a face bathed in shadows, nerves alight with fight or flight, and watch in muted horror as he tugs the surgical mask from his face to show you his needle-toothed grin. Though his hair is dyed Stygian and he’s wearing colored contacts—twin pools of the prettiest blue—this is undeniably Floyd Leech. You’d recognize that creeping, crawling lilt in his voice any day because it’s stuck with you ever since you first met him, carved into your being like a terrible tattoo or a melody you can never forget. And it’s remained in the corners of your brain ever since news of his escape shook the city, a constant reminder that one day his voice wouldn’t be so far away.

Today is that day.

“S’no fun if you let me catch ya right away,” he says, peering around your dimly lit bedroom. “Your place’s reeeal nice. Much nicer than the cell. Shame ya never invited me.” He’s pouting now, scuffing his sneaker against the floor as if he’s a child whining about a lack of dessert. “Shrimpy’s so mean, excludin’ me from your life like that…” 

You’re at a loss, opening and closing your mouth like a beached fish, eyes blown impossibly wide. He doesn’t look particularly livid, but then there’s manic glee shimmering in his azure hues and that’s far more terrifying than any anger he could harbor. 

I have to call for help. I have to run away. I can’t let him kill me. I have to—

“Hey, hey. Whatcha thinkin’ about?” He bends down to inspect your eyes as they travel towards the handle of the knife. “You wanna kill me, Shrimpy? Put me back in that cold, cramped cell?” He tilts his head, amusement waltzing across fearsome features. “Have fun tryin’. I ain’t goin’ back now that I got ya all to myself.”

“F-Floyd… How did you—” You swallow thickly, flinching away when he drops to his knees to trap you between sturdy arms. You scoot away, propped up on your elbows, and the gears in your brain are turning in an attempt to work out a hasty escape. “W-Why are you here?”

Keep him talking. Pretend it’s an interview. Silence leads to stagnation, and Floyd loves talking when he’s in the mood.

“I told ya, didn’t I? Soon as I’m gettin’ out I’m comin’ to find ya.” His fingers curl around the handle of the knife and he yanks it up from the floor. “Ya never answered my question, y’know.”

“Your proposal?” You stare at him in disbelief. All of this…just for a reply to a yes-no question. He can’t be serious.

“Ah, that’s the one! Shrimpy remembers!”

He is. Very serious, apparently.

“What happens if I agree?” you ask slowly, taking great caution to structure the sentence just right, lest you offend him and find that blade stabbed through your skull. “We can’t get married the normal way.”

“Normal’s borin’ anyway.” With that same dopey smile, he narrows his eyes, reels his arm back, and throws the knife directly at the wall beyond. You don’t see it burrow into the wall, but you hear it. It's explosive in the stifling quiet of the bedroom. Floyd gazes at you, smiling sincerely. “See? No more knife. I’m gonna be good for Shrimpy if Shrimpy’s gonna be good for me.”

“Right… R-Right. Okay. I’ll be good. Can I… Can I stand up now? The floor isn’t very comfortable.”

“Okaaay!” He pulls away, rises to his full hulking height, and offers his hand. Gingerly, you place yours in his and he lifts you up. “S’nice to touch ya without the cuffs.”

“You didn’t answer my question, Floyd.” Like always, you speak directly, firmly, gently. He stares at you, a strange shadow passing over his face. “What happens if I agree to marry you?”

“You’ll become Mrs. Shrimpy. Duh.”

“Okay… And you won’t hurt anyone? If I become Mrs. Shrimpy, you have to promise.” Floyd’s gaze strays. You lift your hand to his face to guide him back to you. His hand closes around yours, and there is an uncanny softness to his face that reflects something tame. He’s almost…innocent like this, leaning into your palm like an oversized puppy desperate for affection and attention. And to think this is the same man who could be so mercilessly cutthroat. “You have to promise me, Floyd. No hurting others. No matter how difficult it gets—no matter how angry or upset you become—you can’t hurt people.”

He frowns as if it’s an unreasonable plea.

“Promise me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” 

“Floyd.”

“I promise,” he mumbles and then exaggerates an obnoxious sigh, his shoulders drooping. “Shrimpy’s really wringin’ me dry here. Then if I’m promisin’ to be a goody-goody, you gotta promise to marry me, ‘kay?”

“I promise.” You force a wobbly smile as your stomach churns. 

This is sickening. There has to be some way out of this. Maybe it’s possible to distract him long enough to make a run for it…

Floyd lights up at your acquiescence and wraps his arms around you in an embrace that would have felt bone-crushing if you hadn’t already prepared yourself for the brunt of his aggressive affection. You consider the situation while he buries his face in the crook of your neck, humming his happiness. 

Surely he wouldn’t come here without a plan. What happens if I do manage to get out or call for help? Or is he planning to take me somewhere else? Is he even here to kill me? But then he was so focused on the marriage proposal and—

Your thoughts come to an abrupt halt when Floyd, still hugging you, drags you over to your bed and shoves you onto the mattress. It depresses under his weight when he climbs onto it next, hastily kicking his sneakers off and shucking his hooded sweatshirt in the process to reveal well-toned musculature. The once joyous glaze in his eyes mellows into something predatory, and it occurs to you that he isn’t here for a response to a question. Upon recognizing this, your heart plummets into your stomach. 

There were two things Floyd pestered you with when you’d visit him for interviews. How you managed to blot the second demand from your brain is beyond you, but it becomes abundantly clear when he seizes your ankles just as you attempt to crawl out from under his looming shadow. 

“W-Wait… What are you—”

“Don’t go anywhere, Shrimpy!” He squeezes just hard enough to warn you, and even though it doesn’t hurt the implication that it eventually will should you defy him has you wincing. “Aw. Don’t be scared. I’m not scary, yeah?”

You stare helplessly at him. He’s smiling, face flushed with wicked excitement. “Floyd, I don’t want—stop! Let go of me!” A rough hand traces its way up to the waistband of your shorts, and his fingers curl around it. Your eyes widen with newfound terror. “No, no, no! Let go of me! Stop! Stop, stop, stop—”

An unknown darkness passes over your face for a fraction of a second, and then his hand is covering it entirely, squeezing ruthlessly. His nails dig into the plush of your cheeks, and through the crack between his fingers you spy his hateful expression. It’s murder and death all at once, so frightful you wonder if this is the same face he showed all of his past victims.

“You promised to be good,” he says, voice devoid of the warmth it once held. “I like Shrimpy’s voice, so don’t make me take it.” Those last few words are spoken in low, threatening octaves. 

“Please don’t do this,” you whisper, voice cracking. “P-Please, Floyd…”

“Why not? You’re my wife now, and when you’re engaged you gotta show your love nice and proper.” 

Your eyes find the knife lodged in the wall. It’s impossible to get to it without Floyd’s quick interception, and even if it was in your grasp you’re not sure you’d have the courage to hurt him. As much as you despise him, he’s still human—a foolish excuse, for he’s a serial killer on death row, and therefore it shouldn’t matter whether or not you hurt him. After all, he’s hurt dozens. And he’s hurting you.

But despite that…

His hand withdraws from your face, and the intimidating aura that surrounded him earlier vanishes at once. “I got lotsa practice at lunch. It was lame to do it on fruit, but I pretended it was Shrimpy and it became really fun!” He giggles at the recollection, shaking his head as if it’s a silly topic. And it would have been if it weren’t for the circumstances. “I’ve wanted ya so bad. Always. So fuckin’ bad it hurt.”

He tugs your shorts down to your ankles, leaning down to press a kiss just above your navel. You catch his eyes as he does this and a sly smirk curls onto his face. 

“And now I get to have ya.”

“Please don’t…”

But he may as well be deaf, for your pleas never reach his ears. Floyd kisses his way to your hips, tugging your panties down as he goes. You stiffen at the way the cool air settles on your bare skin, and he laughs breathlessly, exhilaration reflected in wide, eager eyes. As a last-ditch effort you attempt to shut your legs, but he grabs them and throws them over his shoulders to lock himself in place between your thighs. You squirm restlessly beneath him while he studies your pussy, his warm breath ghosting over it. 

“Aah? Shrimpy’s so cute, shavin’ just for me.” Mirth-filled eyes flick to yours. “You don’t hafta, y’know. I don’t mind if Shrimpy’s hairy. No matter what, Shrimpy’s always gonna be pretty to me.”

“Don’t look!” Shakily, you slide your hand down to shield it from his view. 

And I didn’t shave it for you! you want to add, but the words just won’t come. 

His fingers knead your thighs encouragingly, and he leans in to nose your knuckles. “Aww. But it’s really so pretty.” He winks at you, playful. “A pretty pussy for my pretty Shrimpy.”

A potent concoction of embarrassment and shame flares red-hot under your skin. There’s a sick part of you that preens under his filthy praise. You strangle fistfuls of the sheets in your other hand to ground yourself. He’s not attractive. He’s a criminal. But even with those reminders you find yourself clinging to his words out of some carnal instinct. 

“Stop… Stop talking.”

He giggles and leans in to lick a wet stripe along your fingers, enticing you to separate them. You shake your head at him, mumble another objection, but he refuses to have any of that. Floyd pinches your thigh and you grimace at the sharp, stinging pain. It’s enough of a temporary distraction because his tongue slides past the part in your fingers to prod at your clitorial hood. The warm muscle flicks, almost like a snake catching a scent, and presses up against the hood to lap at the nub that resides there. The breath sticks in your throat and you retract your hand, your heart skipping one too many beats within your ribs. 

He braces himself against you, hands splayed across your inner thighs to keep you perfectly spread. Floyd angles his head in a way that allows him to affix his lips to your slit, and at first it feels like a wet, sloppy smooch when the flat part of his tongue laves across it. But then his tongue is sliding away, slowly circling your clit, sucking with just the right amount of pressure, and you throw your head back against the bed, the breath punched out of you. He pats your thigh in what you think might be a consoling gesture, and you respond with a shiver. A subdued groan just barely manages to slip past puffy, bitten lips, and it occurs to you that you’ve been chewing them this entire time. Iron thickens in your mouth, and you swallow both blood and moans as Floyd’s enthusiastic ministrations draw more reedy sounds from the depths of your throat. 

Tears gather upon your lash line, and for a moment all you see is the ceiling as salty liquid obscures it. But then you blink them away and hazard a glimpse at Floyd, whose head is still between your legs. Salacious squelches of tongue on flesh join your soft, needy gasps, mingling into a duet so lewd it fills your brain with thoughts of pure obscenity. And at the very center of it all, Floyd is all you can think about. 

It’s your fingers carding through his hair that momentarily breaks Floyd from his rhythm. He doesn’t stop; rather, he hums his delight against you after realizing you’re touching him and the vibrations fill you much like the thick tongue forcing its way inside tight, gummy walls. You’re tugging on obsidian locks, battling chagrin and pleasure all at once, and he seems to enjoy the rough treatment, for he groans into you, digging his fingers into the softness of your thighs. 

At some point, amidst every enjoyable sensation that crashes into you, his thumb finds your clit to massage harsh circles against it while two slender fingers curl up inside you alongside his tongue. You’re trembling now, digging your fingers into his scalp to brace yourself, as you rock against his face and sob as if mourning. It feels so, so good—much better than when you’d do it with your own fingers and toys—and all you can manage is incoherency as his fingers work you open and his tongue slurps up your slick. Every little touch, hum, and stroke has something building in your gut, a ferocious, coiling sort of heat that’s pulled unbearably taut.

And with one particularly rough grind of his thumb it snaps, and you howl your relief as you gush all over his handsome face. Floyd licks you through it, laughing against your pussy, before drawing back to inhale deeply. His fingers slide out of you with ease, but you lament the emptiness. Bathed in the amber glow from the bedside lamp, Floyd’s features shimmer with wetness.

He licks his lips slowly, savoring the taste of you in his mouth, wipes your juices from his brow, and sighs dreamily. “Shrimpy’s much better than a grapefruit!”

You have a retort for that, surely, but it never leaves your swollen lips. Floyd lowers your legs onto the bed and you remain sprawled, unable to do much other than watch. He’s quick to slip his sweatpants and boxers off while you recover from the high of your orgasm, your chest heaving. And before you can even think to stop him, the soft, fleshy head of his hard, leaking cock presses against your slick folds, and you, delirious with mounting lust, peer up at him through glazed hues. You don’t have the energy to protest because in the back of your mind you know he won’t listen and you’re too boneless to put up much of a fight.

Floyd beams like the brightest sun, serrated teeth on full display in that boyishly toothy grin he does so well. “Hope you’re ready for triplets cuz that’s what I’m givin’ ya!”

You’re not ready—not in the slightest—but you’ll have to be.

#yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere floyd leech #yandere floyd leech x reader #yandere floyd x reader #yandere floyd #serial killer floyd #tw: pregnancy mention #tw: noncon #n/sfw #lunar love hotel 2023

[albondiguilla007]

Tomarry fanfic recs

Soooo, for the Tomarry girlies, hope this reaches you. Here are some recommendations of the pair. You should know that all of these have something in common though, aside from being my favorites. These are TOMARRY fanfictions, meaning Harry x Tom Riddle, not Harry x Voldemort. (So, most of them time travel)

I feel more comfortable with this ship, and I’ve found that it tends to be less toxic, (though not always). Another thing, most of them put both Harry and Tom in equal footing, meaning, no abuse or manipulation (tho Tom certainly tries), or just any funny business.

If there is anything I love about these fics is how Harry confronts Tom in all of them, questioning his beliefs and social standing by just being good ole Harry. Sassy, magically powerful and impulsive Harry. So yeah, srry for that Bible. Enjoy!

- [ ] Wear Me Like a Locket Around My Throat: Technically incomplete, but it’s basically a second part. The main arch wraps up very nicely, so I’d count it as complete. The secondary characters are amazing, I fell in love with all of them. I don’t why, but Hogwarts feels pretty nostalgic in this one. 220k https://archiveofourown.org/works/7189349/chapters/16316573

- [ ] Terrible, but Great: Incomplete, still updating. The author has already written most of the second Arch. Tom reaaaallyyy wants Harry to submit and follow the Slytherin hierarchy. Harry won’t. They have the most epic confrontations. 173k https://archiveofourown.org/works/35714410/chapters/89052469

- [ ] Of Kings, of Pawns, and of Men: Incomplete: This one is addictive, I’m telling ya. I couldn’t stop reading. Not time travel per se, but still amazing. A tiny bit of Drarry. Harry befriends the Slytherins (Blaise, Pansy, etc) Tom is OBSESSED with Harry, like absolutely crazy about him. 146k https://archiveofourown.org/works/8323864/chapters/19063957

- [ ] you belong to me (i belong to you): Incomplete: Auror absolute boss bitch Harry. He reincarnates in another boy. Sort of? He catches everyone’s attention (Tom’s) when he starts acting differently (confident, powerful, won’t take shit from anyone) than he did before. 112k https://archiveofourown.org/works/11270490/chapters/25203408

- [ ] Earning his notice: Complete: This one is very short, but I feel like it sums up all my favorite tropes. Definitely give it a try. So my boy travels back to Hogwarts, is sorted into Hufflepuff, manages to fly under the radar during his school years and starts working on a shady business on Knockturn Alley. Everything is fine until his shop is attacked by Death Eaters, and ✨surprise✨he earns Tom’s attention. 40k https://archiveofourown.org/series/1174940

- [ ] At the end of every road: Complete: Crack treated seriously. Fluff, sassy Harry. Tom courts Harry, they get engaged. Sort of. Harry becomes a professional Quidditch player. 90k https://archiveofourown.org/works/46642903/chapters/117465823

- [ ] What Souls are Made of: Complete: My two fav things: Golden Trio friendship + Tomarry (Ron and Hermione travel back in time with him) 277k https://archiveofourown.org/works/35109247/chapters/87462256

- [ ] Stab right through: Incomplete: Snarky Harry, I love him. He gets sorted in Ravenclaw (Harry is equally as confused) Tom is intrigued. 80k https://archiveofourown.org/works/12051324/chapters/27288978

more recommendations here: Part ll

#harry potter #tomarry #tom riddle #voldemort #time travel fic #fanfiction #fanfic rec #ao3 fanfic #Tomarry recs #fanfics recommendations #sassy Harry Potter #Magically powerful Harry Potter #tom riddle x harry potter #tom x harry #obssessed Tom Riddle

[wonik1ss]

My Gamer Girl — Hanni

pairing : non-idol!hanni x reader

song rec : boombox - laura marano

summary : hanni doesn’t seem to like you until she plays a game with you

“Are you fucking joshing me right now Hanni Pham”

“If you don’t take that whole sentence back I’m canceling this live”

“She’s literally the angel of twitch how could you not like her?”

“I never said I didn’t like her! You’re gonna get me cancelled Minji!”

“GOOD”

Right now Hanni Pham otherwise known as DannyPhantom was streaming with her bff Minji. They were playing a nice and slow Minecraft building challenge when someone in Hanni’s chat asked about Minji’s opinions on Y/n otherwise known as ‘Angelfacedbaby’.

Hanni scoffed and stupidly Minji asked why and Hanni answered. ‘Nothing she’s just a little to perky for me’.

“To late I already see the comments coming”

y/n’sbbygirl : I know your not talking

minjieatmeplease : oooo girl.. you best be jokin

phammyhanni : I think I’ve been… stabbed…

“Ok guys stop being dramatic!”

“For all Y/n stan’s I’ll end my stream here”. Just as Hanni was about to try to stop Minji she was gone. Hanni sighed and turned to her camera.

“Guess that’s the end of todays stream by phantoms…!”. As Hanni shut off her stream she sighed. What was the hype with this Y/n girl. She saw a few clips of her playing and she saw nothing interesting. She really was just was another faceless twitch streamer.

Later… As Hanni was scrolling through tiktok she got an insta message. Without reading it she tapped it and her eyes went wide.

angledfacesbaby : Hi! A lot of my fans have been asking us to collab. I totally understand if you don’t want to but I think it would be fun! Please dm me back if you think so too ^^

dannyphantom : Hi! That sounds great! Do you have a date in mind?

As Hanni turned off her phone she threw her head back. How did she go from basically trash talking the girl; to meeting her next saturday at six to play bed wars?

Hanni scanned her set up one more time before she started her stream and did her intro.

“Afternoon Phantoms! today we have a special guest!”

“Hi I’m Y/n!”

Oh fuck.. Why did you sound like a fucking angel. Hanni shook her head and cracked her knuckles trying to shake away the thought.

“Didn’t know we were going to war..”. You joked Hanni’s eyes went wide.

“What?”

“I heard you crack your knuckles”

“Your watching my stream?”

“Yup! I like you headset!”. Hanni started to blush. As you went on to talk to your fans Hanni opened up your stream. She.. was.. fucked. Hanni would never say this out loud but you looked ethereal. You had clear glasses on just like Hanni, your smile was faint but gorgeous, and your lips were too.. Did you always have your face cam on?

Hanni blinked twice before she looked at her screen to see the game was starting.

“Good luck!”

“You too!”

As the game went on it was safe to say Hanni was a simp for you. Hanni wasn’t just playing bad she was fucking horrid. In the first ten minutes you destroyed her bed and she just smiled? Anytime Minji even dared to say she was; going to Hanni’s island she would get shot with arrows. But you were an expectation?

Your laughs were like a drug to Hanni. She just wanted more, so she just played dumb. Her chat could tell seeing as they were flaming her from the start.

beatdeeznuts : oh mah gad she down bad

hanniator : STAND UP HANNI PHAM!

minjiscreams : I TOLD YOU BITCH

Hanni rolled her eyes at Minji’s comment; and as soon as she looked up the game was over and you had won. Hanni was shocked but smiling.

“Another round?”

“Nah I don’t wanna embarrass your infront of your fans again..”.Hanni bit her lip and smiled at her screen you taking over most of it. You both did your outro’s and then you FaceTimed Hanni.

“I hope your opinion of me changed”

“What..?”

“I saw your live.. I hope you like me now”

“Oh I definitely do”. You tilted your head at the girl as you giggled. The thing was Hanni wasn’t joking, she wanted to be your gamer girl. Your one and only gamer girl.

#kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop idol x reader #kpop imagines #kpopidol #kpop gg #kpop smau #kpop girls #reader x idol #reader insert #hanni pham #newjeans hanni #hanni x reader

[lu-vin-it]

I have this idea where Ellie and the reader breakup because Ellie doesn’t put so much effort into their relationship, but then the reader gets severely injured and Ellie has this realization where she needs her 😭

Last Chance

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Pairings: Ellie Williams x Reader

Pronouns Used: She/Her

Word Count: 1,328

Warnings: Angst!!! There’s a happy ending though :)

A/N: Tyyy @stqrluvr for proofreading! Ily! Also!! For the breakup scene, specifically when R gives Ellie something, I took very big inspiration from the Erin Brockovich movie. I 100% recommend watching it. This fic also reminds me a lot of “Last Time” by Taylor Swift and Gary Lightbody!!

“I don’t know what you want from me!” Ellie shouts. Your lip quivers and you stare at her, your face showing how hurt you were.

“I think we should break up.” You whisper. Fuck, this was hard. All you wanted to do was hug her, kiss her, love her.

“Why?” Your girlfriend— ex girlfriend— crosses her arms.

“You don’t want me as much as I want you.” She scoffs.

“Bullshit. If you wanted me you wouldn’t be breaking up with me.”

“I cannot make you happy!” You finally yell. Ellie flinches at your sudden outburst. You had never yelled at her before. “I love you, Ellie. I want you to be happy!”

“You do make me happy!”

“Do I? Because last I checked, the only thing you do when you're with me, is think about when you can leave.” You take a deep breath and close your eyes in an attempt to keep tears back. You walk over to your bedside table and pull out a book. It’s an astronomy book. “Here.” You hand her it.

“What is this?”

“It’s got stuff about the stars and space and stuff in it. I found it on patrol and thought ‘Hey, I’m gonna give this to Ellie next time she does something nice.’ You know when that was?” You pause for her to answer, she doesn’t. “It was a month ago.” Ellie frowns and she glances between you and the book. “Please leave. Now.” She stares at you for a few seconds before leaving with her tail between her legs.

The next few days were torture for both of you. Ellie was showing up at your house at least once a day trying to get you back. You never answer the door. You were able to change your patrol schedule to avoid her, and you went to the dining hall at obscure times to eat.

And then it happened. You were on patrol with a new guy, Jacob, and he was being stupid. You were trying to clear a building full of clickers, and he was grunting with every move he made. Every clicker knew where you were, and you almost got bit multiple times. You dodged everything successfully, until Jacob fell into you causing you to fall two stories. Of course the one time you were standing on broken floorboards, Jacob lost his footing.

You passed out as soon as you hit the floor.

“…But I miss you. And I’m sorry. Oh! I read the book you gave me. When you wake up, I’ll take you stargazing and I can tell you everything I know, okay?” You opened your eyes to see Ellie sitting by your bed. Her cheeks were stained with tears and she was staring at her hands.

“Okay.” She looks at you with wide eyes.

“Y/N?”

“Hey.”

“Maria!” Ellie yells out as she rises to her feet.

“What the hell happened?” You asked, suddenly noticing how raspy your voice was.

“You didn’t come back from patrol so I went after you and you were all messed up— Maria! Get in here!” You nod.

“Yeah.. where’s Jacob? I don’t want him on another patrol ever.” You rub your head as memories come flashing back.

“He was bitten when I found you.” You drop your hands.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong, Ellie? Oh, Y/N! You’re awake!”

“How long was I out?” You move to sit up, but you're stopped by a stabbing pain in your side.

“Careful, careful.” Ellie says. “You were out for a month.” Your eyes widen.

“What?” They both nod. “God damn. I guess that’s what I get for falling two stories. What’s wrong with me?”

“You broke your leg, cracked your ribs, and hit your head pretty hard. I’m afraid you’ll be out of commission for quite some time.” Maria says sadly. You frown.

“Damn.”

“Can I get you anything?” You shake your head.

“Thanks Maria.” She nods.

“I’m going to go grab Mrs. Thompson, she’s the closest we have to a doctor.” Maria waves before leaving.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Ellie whispers once the door shuts. You smile softly at her. “I was so scared when I found you there. I thought you had been bitten and I..” Her voice breaks. You grab her hand.

“I’m okay, Ellie.” Tears well up in her eyes.

“I know that you probably don’t want to see me, but I hope you know I’m not leaving your side till you’re fully healed.” You let out a breathy laugh.

“Okay.”

A week later, you were sitting in a wheelchair on Ellie’s porch. She was bringing herself a chair outside. It was dark out, and Ellie was finally going to show you the stars.

“Ready?”

“Mhm!”

“Okay, so that’s the North Star,” She grabs your hand and points it at the brightest star. “and over there,” she adjusts your hand slightly. “is Saturn.” She continues to tell you about the stars and constellations that were visible.

“It doesn’t really look like a scorpio..” You say with a frown.

“No it doesn’t.” She looks at you, your faces close together.

“It’s pretty, though.”

“Yeah, it is.” You glance at her, meeting her eyes immediately.

“You’re not even looking at the stars you goof!” You hit her shoulder playfully.

“I’m looking at something prettier.” Your cheeks warm up and you shake your head.

“What are you doing, Ellie?”

“Admiring you.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.” It comes out as a whisper. She had never said those three words to you. The only time you had ever said them to her, was when you broke up with her.

“What are you doing, Ellie?” You repeat yourself. You wouldn’t let yourself be hurt again.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t a good girlfriend. I took you for granted and that was my biggest mistake ever. I need you. I love you so much that it hurts.” Tears well up in both of your eyes.

“You hurt me.”

“I know. It was the worst thing I could have ever done in my life and I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. I will never hurt you again if you just give me a chance.” Both of you are crying at this point. “Please.” Her voice breaks.

“I don’t trust you.”

“Give me a chance and you will, I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy. I’ll take care of you. I will do anything.” You stare at her in silence, internally debating whether or not you should give in.

“What changed?”

“When you broke up with me I realized how much you did for me. I realized how much I love you. How much I need you. I don’t care if I have to spend the rest of my life proving to you that you can trust me, as long as I can be with you, I’m happy. Please.” It was a strange sight, Ellie begging you with tears rolling down her face. She had never been this vulnerable with you before. Maybe that was a sign.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. I’ll give you another chance.” Ellie smiles through her tears.

“Thank you, you won’t regret this.”

“I better not, you won’t get any other chances after this Ellie. I’m serious. You fuck up and it’s over.” She nods quickly. “Come here.” You stretch out your arms and Ellie hugs you. You hold onto each other for a few seconds before Ellie pulls away.

“Can I kiss you?” You nod and she quickly swoops down, capturing your lips with her own. It’s a slow but passionate kiss. It’s the type of kiss that you can only dream of experiencing. It’s full of love. “I love you.” She kisses your nose. “I love you.” Your cheek. “I love you.” Your other cheek. “I love you.” Your forehead. Your smile and close your eyes. “I love you.” Your chin. “I love you.” The corner of your mouth. “I love you.” Your lips.

“I love you too.”

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#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams imagine #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us x reader

[lyxzeun]

Hiii! I saw your request is open so I have a few requests.

I was wondering if you could do genshin men arguing with their s/o who is a sweetheart? But one day, they had a fight about smth and their s/o just snapped.

I wanted them to like suddenly stopped talking and just death glare at them before walking to their shared room.

I actually want to know what their reaction be and what they do! I don't mind how many but I would love to see Xiao / Zhongli/ Scaramouche (if you do him too) !

— the story of us (looks a lot like a tragedy now).

;; the genshin boys get into an argument with their sweetest lover, yet, the “sweetest” has seemed to turn into something else.

:: preview: guizhong being zhongli’s past lover, and he isn’t moving on yet(aguyy), and xiao not being understandable of your situation.

“xiao, please! we could work this out together if you’d listen and understand me!” your sweet voice began to crack, and xiao is raising an eyebrow at you. the thing that happened was; xiao was pretty much away the past few weeks in which it has left you wandering around and helping people around, especially in the places where he could’ve been. one late night, he finally decided to come back in your shared home, which brings us back to where we were. “if you weren’t away these past few weeks i wouldn’t have been overworking myself in the midst of you being gone! there isn’t anything else i could do than help everyone around when you’re gone! it’s what i do!” you tried to explain, “and yet you’re still mad about why i keep working while you’re away? xiao, you need to know that if you weren’t gone i wouldn’t be so tired!” you sighed, “y/n, i hate how you work around for everybody, can’t you just rest?! i’m here guarding everyone- including you, so that everyone is safe and they’re able to feel safe, and yet when i tell you that you rest when i’m away, you work!” he started to shout at you loudly, and he stood there with his fists bolded up, “i work for us, xiao! you wouldn’t understand since you walk away all the time and now you barely have any time for me! i’ve been doing my best to keep us alive, and now your blaming it on me since i want us to live a nice life?! xiao, this is nonsense you’re bringing up. and i don’t want you to blame me into the wrong situations you’ve caused, and i don’t want to hear anything- anymore!” you began to splurt out words that was in your head, it was supposed to remain in your head and not out your mouth, and now tears started to spill down your eyes as you turned away from him, xiao had never seen this side of you so clearly and privately, and he began to think, and his thoughts were circling in his head, thinking about what you and him would’ve been doing if this stupid argument that the two of you had weren’t happening. your feet began to tap on the floor as you headed to your shared bedroom, catching his attention, right before one step into the bedroom, you gave him a piercing glare of knives stabbed through his heart. you then went inside the room, laying down on your side of the bed, unable to face xiao’s side of the bed, thinking of what he’s doing right now, and the answer was; he was walking around the living room, thinking of how to apologize, muttering out words that he thought to say. a few minutes have passed, and now you’re sitting on the bed looking at your photo album with xiao. you smiled softly, looking at the memories that the two of you had. you then heard the doorknob open, a figure walked over to your seat, and xiao was looking at the ground, attempting to atleast let out a word. “..y/n.” was that all he could say? your name? “…xiao..?” you turned your head to him, fiddling with your hands. “i.. i apologize. for the way i have acted. i didn’t understand your situation when we talked, and.. and it was stupid that i blamed you so bluntly without understanding your current struggles about us.” he began to raise his head up to you, smiling slightly, you could see his eyes get glossy, the moment his eyes saw yours. “and… i am also sorry for being absent and not being able to spend time with you… it was my fault. i apologize-" his sigh was cut out by you hugging him tightly, burying your face into his neck as you bursted into tears. his eyes widen, and yet his senses has made him hug you back, rubbing your back. “xiao… i- i’m so sorry!” your voice was muffled slightly by your head buried into his neck, “i’m so sorry that i snapped- i wasn’t really thinking- and the words that came from my mouth… i-i’m so sorry!” you hugged him tighter, sobbing onto his neck. “no… y/n.. it wasn’t your fault that you explained your struggles when i didn’t understand. it’s fine, y/n..” he said, whispering softly as he rubbed your back soothingly. xiao then kissed your forehead lightly and shushed you to sleep, calming you down.

zhongli was never really judging of you, still yet, you’ve never seemed to pass a day without him mentioning guizhong. his friend that died from the archon war, maybe even more than just a friend of his. — the day started ordinary like every day off of his, waking up with him, his messy hair all over the pillows and some on his hair, you fixing his long hair and tucking them behind his ear making you smile sleepily, seeing his face clearly in the early morning. “ah, guizhong used to do that when the winds would blow against us whilst we sat on a peak.” he smiled softly, caressing your face, although he mentioned guizhong, you couldn’t help but not mind it. his touch was soothing as always.. in the afternoon, you read some books to zhongli as his head layed on your lap, as he requested. “gui..” his voice started to fade, “y/n, dearest?” he smiled, staring into your eyes. your smile faded slightly, hearing the first syllable of… her name, again. “yes, love?” you responded. “i love you, guizho- ahem… y/n.” again? not only has he been testing you but it’s the nth time he’s mentioned (or atleast he’s tried to) guizhongs name. you chuckled, “i need to get something from the bedroom. you can rest on the couch.” you lifted zhongli’s head up your lap and placed it on the cushions on the couch. you headed to your shared room with him, and started to lay down on the bed. guizhong, guizhong, guizhong. that was all you could think of, did zhongli date you because he loves you for you, or did he love you for… your resemblance to her? your thoughts started to swirl again, guizhong, guizhong is the one he loves, not you, not you. guilt, doubt, worry, sadness and all sorts of emotions swirled inside, and it was unbearable, so unbearable. but no- not this time, he’s still waiting for you on the couch, you grabbed a hairbrush, to make up the image that you got the “thing” you wanted to grab from the bedroom. you went back to the living room. he was sitting on the couch, reading the unfinished part of the book you read to him. “ah, dearest.” he looked up from the book and saw you walking over to him slowly, “i suppose you’ve found what you needed? it took you quite a long time.” he set down the book on the nearest corner table, “yeah, it was hard to find it.” you brushed a few parts of your hair and placed it on the corner table and sat beside him, cuddling closer to him. “guizhong, my dearest.” you heared him whisper, making you pull away and bold your fist. “love? is something wrong?” zhongli tilted his head in visible confusion, “i’m not her.” you sighed, “y/n, dearest, what are you saying?” he chuckled in a joking way, thinking that you were joking. “i will never be her.. never.” you looked up at his expression of confusion with glossy eyes, tears were about to fall. “zhongli.. understand that… i am not her… and that i… will never be her..” the more you spoke, the more your voice trembled, and droplets of your tears started to wet the fabric on the couch. “no, love… i love you for you..” he tucked your hair behind your ear. “no! no you don’t!” you pushed him away and stood up from the couch. “you only love me and dated me because i am just like guizhong, and archons, am i tired of hearing her name every single time we’re together! i can’t even pass a day without having to hear her name from your voice again!” his hand started to reach out to you as he looked up your figure standing over him. “don’t even touch me,” you backed away and crossed your arms over your chest. “go back to her for all i fucking care!” zhongli’s eyes had widened, he’s never seen this side of you this mad, he knows that you’d usually be forgiving, just like how he mentioned guizhong’s name everytime! he stood up from the couch and standed facing your face flooded with flowing tears, his heart overflowed and overwhelmed with emotions of regret. you began to walk away and into your shared bedroom, you sat on the bed and started to hug your knees to your chest and let your tears flow freely from your eyes. minutes have passed and now you’re laying on your side.

you were hugging a pillow and burying your face into it. sniffling softly and hugging the pillow tighter and tighter. you heard a soft knock on the door, “love..? are.. are you alright? may i come in?” zhongli placed his hand on the doorknob, he didn’t hear you, but he opened the door in worry, guilt and regret. “what do you want?” your voice was still muffled by the pillow you were hugging, “i apologize, my dearest.” he sat beside your figure and placed a hand lightly on your head, “it’s no use, zhongli.” you whispered, hugging the pillow tightly. “i know i have done things wrong, my dear.” he sighed, “and i know that i shouldn’t have treated you like you were some reincarnation of her.” he began to stroke your hair slowly, “you are not her, y/n. you will never be her.” zhongli’s voice became softer, and… sweeter. “guizhong is the past. you, y/n, my dearest.. you are my present, you are my future, and you are my forever.” he began to carry your figure and held you close to his. “don’t ever forget that.” he kissed your forehead, “i apologize again, dear.” he kissed your lips softly, raising your head to his face. “hey… don’t kiss me yet.” you giggled with a soft voice, “my face is still wet from crying.” he chuckled and still kissed your forehead. “..hey, zhongli?” you leaned against his chest, and he responded with a small hum. “we’ll be okay, right..?” a small amount of worry was in your voice. “we’ll be fine, just as long as we’re together.”

- vale speaks ! .. hello! thank you for requesting! sorry for taking a very long time to do your request, my apologies for not being able to add scaramouche as well. sadly, I wasn't able to put scaramouche in this request as the two characters' parts were long enough and I wasn't able to put scaramouche's part in. thank you for supporting my blog! best regards, vale <3

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[violescent-scrolls]

Bed Buddies (Levi Ackerman x reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x gn! reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: A healthy amount of cursing, mentions of PTSD, injuries, and insecurities. Mentions of canon typical violence. 

Genre: Fluff, slight hurt comfort.

A/N: This is my first time writing for Levi and I’m not sure whether I did a good job or not, but hopefully he isn’t too ooc here. Also idk if you guys can tell but I ran out of steam near the end but this has been in my wips for far too long.

Summary: Nightmares lead to you looking for comfort in Levi. Little did you know, he’s. not as unwilling as you first thought he would be.

One of the biggest perks of being a senior member of the Levi Squad was having a bedroom all to yourself. Whilst all the members that formerly made up the 104th cadets shared rooms depending on gender, what with the kids having only recently joined Captain Levi’s team, you got to cozy up in your very own bed with no disturbances, a luxury in the Survey Corps.

It was great.

Or at least it was at first. The first few nights you’d been thrilled to sleep in a room completely by yourself. In theory, it was great. You got to stretch your limbs as far as you wanted and you didn’t have to fall asleep to the annoying snores of your comrades.

However, you quickly learned that having a room all to yourself was very… lonely.

Up until this point, you’d never had an opportunity to not share a room. You’d gone from sharing a room with your siblings back home to sharing the barracks with other cadets at the Training Corps to sharing a room with other members of the Levi Squad after being recruited by Levi a couple of years ago, the older man seeing potential in you whilst on an expedition. You’d found it annoying at first, never having a place to yourself. Now that you did though, you couldn’t help but long for someone else’s company at night.

Especially on nights like these.

You’d woken up in a cold sweat, your skin prickling as if thousands of tiny swords were stabbing at your flesh. The memory of the Female Titan killing every single one of your comrades was still fresh in your mind and you couldn’t help but shudder. The room was suddenly far too quiet. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your panting breaths coupled with the sound of your thundering heartbeat ringing in your ears.

Desperately in need of some fresh air and a change of scenery, you made your way out of your room and towards the kitchen, quietly so as to not wake Levi and the kids. Surely a glass of water would help free you from your stupor.

Once in the kitchen, you grabbed a cup and unlidded the ceramic basin that contained all the fresh drinking water that had been collected today. Gingerly, you laded a few spoonfuls of water into your cup. Before you could place the lid back on the basin, however, you were startled half to death by someone breaking the silence.

“If you want something to calm you down I recommend tea over water.”

You seized your cup harshly, jerking it a bit in your fright and spilling some, incredibly cold, water on yourself.

“By the walls, Captain! What are you doing sitting in the darkness all by yourself? You nearly gave me a heart attack,” you shrilled out, voice high and cracking slightly in embarrassment at getting scared so easily. The last thing you wanted was Levi thinking you were a coward, or worse, weak.

Instead of bothering to reply, he merely gave you a once over, no doubt finding your eyes red, your cheeks tear-streaked, and you're no doubt sweaty forehead with baby hairs stuck on it. He raised a brow as if evaluating your person to make sure you weren’t physically hurt before serving you a cup of tea and pushing it towards you, a silent invitation for you to sit down on the kitchen table across from where he sat.

You didn’t need more encouragement than that. You quickly sat down and took a sip of the tea, sighing peacefully as the warm liquid heated you up nicely.

Levi didn’t ask any questions and you were grateful for that. He was never much of a talker in the first place, or at least not in the stereotypical sense. He often preferred to let you chatter on about whatever crossed your mind most times. You suspected that the reason he stayed so quiet was that deep down he was just an awkward dude who never knew what to say, though whenever you shared your theories with others you were always laughed off. The sharped-tongued captain being at a loss for words? Unlikely.

Instead of chatting about trivial subjects as you usually did, you simply stayed quiet, gazing into your image reflected on the surface of your drink. Levi seemed to be very uneasy with this silent version of you. He was waiting for you to start the conversation you know he couldn’t start, albeit impatiently if the way he looked up every time you let even the slightest of noises escape was any sign.

After taking another sip of the expertly brewed tea, you decided to take pity on him and break the silence.

“I- uh- I had a bad dream,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, but your voice wavered halfway through the sentence. “About the 57th expedition and, y’know, the female titan and stuff.”

Levi made a sound of understanding and nodded, simply serving you more tea.

“Sounds shitty,” he said rather gruffly.

To any other person, Levi’s words would’ve felt inconsiderate. You knew him well enough to know that he was trying his best to comfort you. The fact made your chest feel alight with gleeful embers and your stomach swarm with butterflies, a sensation you knew the meaning of all too well but refused to acknowledge.

Your relationship with the captain was… odd to say the least. Though you’d been the last to join the original Levi Squad, everyone seemed to agree that you understood Levi Ackerman the best, even with knowing little to nothing about his life before or out of the Corps (though you had heard some things about him being from the Underground through the grapevine). According to Hange, you were something of a ‘Levi Whisperer’, though you were sure they were only exaggerating. The two of you often spoke during the late hours of the night. Levi frequently had trouble sleeping and you, well, you just wanted to get an opportunity to chat to humanity’s strongest (and, in your opinion, most handsome) soldier. From there, the two of you cultivated something of an odd relationship. Not quite friends but more than just superior and subordinate. Close enough for the two of you to know each other’s habits and preferences but not quite enough for you to feel comfortable addressing Levi by his name instead of ‘Captain’.

After the 57th expedition, however, things had shifted. It was almost imperceivable to someone unfamiliar with the intricacies of your and Levi’s relationship, but as obvious as an abnormal Titan running in an open field to you. He was somewhat more protective of you. He was often keeping you close to him and keeping alert for anything that might be a threat to your person. In fact, he’d even taken to checking that the leather straps of your ODM gear as of late, giving you no explanation whatsoever.

You’d chalked it all up to Levi thinking you were weak after how battered and bruised the Female Titan had left you. You hated that. You wanted to be Levi’s equal, a trusted companion, his lo- his friend.

You supposed that to some degree you understood why Levi was acting this way. after all, finding all your trusted soldiers brutally murdered by a Titan and the one survivor beaten within an inch of their life must’ve made him feel as if he failed as a captain. However, you didn’t want Levi to see you as yet another responsibility, you wanted to take care of him in the same way he took care of you.

You were snapped out of reverie by the sound of the wooden chair legs screeching against the hardwood floor, signaling that Levi was ready to depart.

“You should try to get some sleep, kid,” Levi said. It was phrased as a suggestion but his authoritative tone was anything but.

Your stomach churned uncomfortably at the thought of having to spend the next five hours or so trying to sleep in that lifeless, quiet room. Before you could even think about your actions and the dire repercussions they could have, you grabbed his wrist as he passed by you to get to his bedroom.

“Can I sleep with you?” You rushed out, looking into his cool grey eyes pleadingly.

Levi’s eyebrows raised, his eyes widened, his shoulders tensed, and despite the only source of light being the moonbeams shining through the kitchen window, you would’ve sworn a light blush was starting to form across his defined cheekbones.

After a beat of silence, you realized that you phrased the question poorly.

Did he think you wanted to sleep with him?!

You flushed as you realized the thought did not sound unpleasant in the slightest.

“I- No! Not in that way. I meant to ask if I could sleep in your room. I don’t mind sleeping on the floor or anything so you don’t have to worry about it being inappropriate. It’s just that I’m not used to sleeping in a room all by myself, y’know?” You floundered, trying to amend the situation as much as you possibly could.

Levi blinked slowly as if processing your request.

You let go of the man’s wrist as if he had burned you and got up from your chair so fast you nearly tripped in the process.

“Actually, just forget this ever happened. It was incredibly inappropriate for me to ask that of you. I understand if you need to punish me, I’ll even clean the-” You rushed out, wincing in advance at the scolding you were no doubt about to receive.

“Fine.” was all Levi said before turning his heel and heading toward his room.

You stood there, completely gobsmacked and unsure of what to do next. Did he just say yes to you sleeping in his room? Or was he saying fine to forgetting this ever happened?

You were forcibly ripped away from your spiraling thoughts by Levi stopping and looking back at you.

“Oi, brat. Are you coming or what?”

“I- yes of course Captain Levi, sir, right away.”

You followed Levi to his room, stalling at the door frame to watch him climb into bed and make himself comfortable. It felt almost illegal to watch this as if you were infringing on something private. At the same time, however, the thought that he trusted you enough to let his guard down like this caused your heart to flutter.

“Don’t bother sleeping on the floor. Your back will be sore and you’ll be shit at training. The bed’s big enough for the both of us,” he said.

As weird as it was to think this about a man who’s killed dozens, if not hundreds, of titans (and perhaps, you thought a bit uneasily, people too) as cute, you couldn’t help but think Levi looked incredibly cute snuggled up under his gray quilt.

“Tch, if you’re gonna stand there all night instead of sleeping you might as well go back to your room,” he argued, though if you didn’t know any better you’d swear he looked embarrassed by your staring.

“Fine, fine, you old man. I’m coming,” you teased, ignoring his scoff of indignation.

And just like that, sleeping in Levi’s bedroom became a regular occurrence.

During the daytime, you would spend your time training with the rest of the Levi Squad (and cleaning the already spotless cabin, of course). Once nighttime hit, you would wait until everyone was asleep until slinking over to the Captain’s room, pillow in arms. He’d roll his eyes at you, acting annoyed, but that didn’t stop him from scooching over on the bed and patting the spot beside him, an invitation of sorts.

To say you got the best sleep of your life in Levi’s room would be an understatement. Maybe it was how soft his sheets are, or maybe it's the fact that Levi always ends up searching for your warmth in his slumber, but you were sure you never wanted to sleep anywhere else. Every morning you managed to wake up before him to find his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you to his chest, felt like absolute heaven.

However, that also meant that it was getting harder and harder to dismiss your feelings. You could deny it no longer; you were in love with Levi.

Did he love you too? Yes, he did cuddle you in his sleep but he was in his sleep. Did it count if it wasn’t a conscious choice? You weren’t sure. The one thing you did know, however, was that if you confessed your feelings for him, only to have them be unreciprocated, it could mean the end of your time as a member of the Levi Squad. That, you decided, was something you were simply unwilling to jeopardize. Not only would you not be able to see Levi again, but you wouldn’t get to spend as much time with the 104th soldiers you had quickly come to view as younger siblings.

You would simply have to be content with sleeping in Levi’s bed every night and have it remain completely platonic.

You were doing a relatively good job of playing it cool until one day you overheard a conversation between Levi and Hange.

“C’mon Levi,” the eccentric section commander argued, “Don’t you think it’ll be fun? Just think about it! A camping trip would be a blast. And it would be great for team building!”

“I highly doubt the brats will do anything but cause chaos and make a mess,” he said plainly while sipping at his tea.

“Don’t be like that,” they teased, “Just think about it, we could even share a tent and talk about titans all night.”

“Four-eyes, if you go anywhere near my bed I will destroy you,” he retorted, setting his teacup down.

“Sheesh, I forgot you’re weird about people being near you when you’re asleep.”

Hange’s last words kept replaying in your head all while cooking dinner for the rest of the squad. They didn’t stop even after you were laid in your bed, staring at the white ceiling.

Levi hated sharing a bed with anyone? Then why had he been letting you sleep in his bed with him for months now? Did he just feel bad for you? Had you been annoying him this whole time?

You supposed it made sense. If what you’d heard about his life before the survey corps was true, he probably spent most of his life in a place where showing vulnerability could mean death. And when are you most vulnerable if not when you’re asleep? You shivered at the thought.

Thinking back, you remembered that the first night you spent in his room, he’d been quite tense, jolting awake at even your slightest movements. He’d looked more tired than usual the day after too. It was all suddenly starting to make sense and you were feeling guiltier and guiltier.

You resolved to stay in your bed even after everyone else in the cabin had gone to sleep. The last thing you wanted to do was bother the poor Captain and take advantage of his kindness towards you. Besides, maybe this is the push you to get over your feelings for the man? Goodness knows that was a particularly hard task with Levi sleeping right next to you, looking devilishly handsome and clinging to you oh so sweetly.

And so, with a sorrowful heart, you attempted to get some sleep.

Except actually falling asleep proved to be quite hard. It was way too quiet without the steady, comforting sound of Levi’s breathing. If having a room all to yourself was hard before, it was damn near impossible now that he wasn’t within arms reach of you.

Feeling frustrated and damn near pitiful at your newly acquired separation anxiety you decided to get up and make yourself some tea. You’d purchased some chamomile leaf bags on your last trip to town and a hot cup was just what you needed to calm yourself down a bit.

With a restless feeling in your gut, you tossed your thin white blanket to the side and got out of bed, sliding on the slippers you kept by your bed and opening the heavy wooden door.

To say you weren’t expecting what waited for you outside of the door was quite an understatement.

Before your very eyes stood Humanity’s strongest soldier, clad in his scout’s uniform (sans ODM gear and jacket, of course) with a pillow clutched in one hand and the other lifted up to the air about to knock on the door that you had just opened.

You blinked twice, staring at your captain in shock.

“Are you going to let me in or what?” Levi asked gruffly.

“Oh, uh- yes! Right away, sir,” you said, fumbling over your own two feet as you backtracked into your bedroom, Levi in toe. With a nervous laugh, you sat on the foot of your bed, looking at Levi.

Now, from what you had thus far experienced, Levi Ackerman was not one to hesitate. He glides through the air with confidence and grace, slaying titans left and right without an ounce of fear. He tells it like it is with a sharp bluntness that can cut through almost anything and anyone. But looking at him now, as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, Levi looked almost… uncertain.

Knowing that he was struggling to start, you decided to give him a hand. “What did you need, Captain?”

“I thought we had an agreement,” Levi spoke after a beat of silence.

“An agreement?” you repeated.

“Yes, an agreement. You come over and we talk and spend time together or- or whatever and that way both of us are happy.” Levi stated. If you didn’t know him any better, you would’ve thought he was annoyed. However, to you, he just looked insecure.

“So…” you prompted, still unsure of what was going on.

“So why aren’t you coming over?” he asked. “And don’t start with that ‘nothing’ bullshit of yours ‘cause we both know you’re the shittiest liar.”

You blinked. Once and then twice. If it had been any other person, you would’ve tried to lie your way out of it regardless of being called out. However, this was Levi. He would sooner rather make you run ten laps and put you on horse cleaning duty for weeks on end than put up with it.

With a sigh, you spoke the words you had been dying and dreading to tell him.

“I’m in love with you,” you admitted, wincing and looking down to avoid seeing his reaction.

Silence.

Upon hearing nothing, no admonishments of scoffs, you looked up to examine his expression. Despite the rosiness of his cheeks, you were surprised to see that his face was astonishingly deadpan, as if you had just told him that the sky was blue or that the grass is green.

“You’re not surprised?” you gawked.

“Sorry that I’ve got enough tact to notice you mooning over me, brat,” Levi said with what you could’ve sworn was the start of a smirk adorning his handsome features.

“Wait I’m confused,” you mumbled, almost dazed, “If you knew why didn’t you say anything? Surely it can’t be appropriate of me to be in love with my Captain.”

“It’s not exactly appropriate for us to sleep in the same bed either, but neither of us gave a fuck,” your captain scoffed, “So why are you distancing yourself now?”

All of a sudden, it hit you. You were such an idiot. Levi knew you loved him. He didn’t do anything to stop it. Levi knew you loved him and he still let you sleep with him, He didn’t do anything to stop it. You stopped going to his room. Levi is currently doing something to stop that. That can only mean that-

“You’re in love with me too.” You whispered out as if you were revealing some great, long-lost knowledge out into the world.

You stared at him in shock. Suddenly it all made sense. All those late nights spent over tea and paperwork weren’t nothing. Those nights spent in each other’s arms in search of reassurance that the both of you were still alive and healthy weren’t one-sided. He’d felt the same about you all along. However, Levi hadn’t been as blind as you had. He’d known all along, as if it was the most obvious thing as if it were a solid, concrete fact. There was no need to say anything because, at least to his knowledge, you both knew. And really, what’s the point of stating the obvious?

“I overheard you and Section Commander Hange talking,” you admitted, “and I heard them say that you don’t like to be touched in your sleep. I feel bad because I’ve been infringing on your boundaries this entire time.”

“You’re not ‘infringing on my boundaries’, (Y/N)” Levi stated. “At first it was kind of hard to get used to having someone so close to me, but I got used to it. I like having you close to me.”

Every single nerve on your body felt like it was lit up. You loved Levi. Levi loved you. You wanted to be close to Levi and he did too.

“So, are you going to stay there or are we going back to my room?”

Tags: @paintingsofdragonspine (look at me not procrastinating today!!!!!!)

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #aot x reader #this takes place sometime between season one and two btw #levi x gn!reader

[ceruleancattail]

*runs like a jackrabbit* Ceru!! Could I please!! Request!! Nightfall AU Silver? I think it’d be super interesting for his character (since yknow, he’s the goodest boi), but you don’t have to at all!! Remember to hydrate, okie? ^^ ♡♡

Thank you so much in advance!!!

Nightfall Silver

Nightfall Silver x reader

You’ve seen things.

Being a worker at the Lantern, you were bound to see some unspeakable scenes. Blood splatters all over the floor, crimson flowers blooming. The shells of bullets, imbedded into the pavement, still glowing red-hot. You’ve seen the worst of human nature, given form.

Yet you’ve never seen someone pass out right in front of your door.

A man lay right outside,spread out on the pavement. Shoving at the door, it hardly budged an inch. Squatting down, you knock, knuckles rapping sharply against the glass.

No response. The man continued snoozing away. His eyelashes were a shimmering silver. They fluttered with every breath, with all the elegance of butterfly wings, swaying in the breeze. His hair was the same shade of enchanting silver, spread around his head like an halo.

He would have been a rather angelic sight in the woods. Sleeping under a tree, chest gently rising and falling with every breath. A prince straight out from the pages of a child’s beloved fairy tale.

Lying in front of a cafe’s door?

Not as angelic.

Shoulder pressed towards the door, you ease it open. Only a crack. Leaning towards the gap, you whisper:

“Hey, are you alright?”

At the sound of your voice, his eyes flicker open. Blinking blearily, he props himself up. Turning around slowly, as if he was trying to place where the voice came from.

A palm pressed against the glass door. He holds it over yours, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Ah… I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”

With a shake of your head, you finally manage to shove the door open. Stretching upwards, you reach for the metal grate. Stifling a wince, as the cold nibbles your palm, a chill biting at your skin.

Yanking it downwards, the grate comes crashing down with a deafening screech. The man jolts back, before laughing to himself. Taking a knee next to you, he watches as you fumble with your keys. The cold numbing your fingers, making them a little more clumsy then usual.

You jab the key towards the hole, only to miss by an hair. Muttering some rather vivid curses, each of your stabs only grow in aggressiveness, until you’re practically attacking the grate.

A gentle weight on your palm. The man prises the keys from your hand, before carefully slotting it into the keyhole. A simple twist, and the grate’s finally locked up tight.

“Here.”

He slides the keys back to you. The metal was still warm, from his touch. His hands were rough. Calloused, it scratched at your palm. Yet they were graceful, their touch as light as a feather. Softly brushing against your skin as he pulls away, a sheepish smile playing on his lips.

“It must have been tiring for you, trying to close up while I was asleep. I apologise.”

You shrug. Pocketing the key, you keep your eyes on the pavement. Anything to avoid looking at him. It’s hard to keep a straight face, not when everything about him is enchanting. Look too long, and you’ll never be able to tear your eyes away ever again.

He was beautiful. Truly, straight out of the pages of a fairy tale.

“It’s fine. Honestly, next time? Just come in the Lantern.”

Your lips slipped upwards, before you shoot him a grin.

“There’s no one at this hour, really. So you could pop in and catch a few winks.”

He blinks, albeit slowly.

“You would…let me?”

You meet his eyes. Those wonderful, pale eyes of his.

“Sure, why not ? Just… order a drink or two. I don’t mind.”

His hands reach for yours, encasing them within his own. Warmth surges through the skin of your hands, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“You’re… rather kind, are you not?”

“I’m just decent.”

“Even so… It’s rather nice of you to offer a seat to a stranger off the street.

I am Silver, and I am in your debt.

Although I have a feeling… that it isn’t too bad of a place to be. Not if it’s you.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #silver #silver x reader #nightfall silver #nightfall silver x reader #nightfall au #lucky potion 🔷

[miyamizuna]

There will come a time

ft. kageyama tobio w.c: 939 genre: angst warnings: metaphorical stabbing. (no actual violence) heavily inspired by gojo and geto’s kfc live tv breakup.

There will come a time when you're on top of the world, looking down upon everyone you once knew. Where you will hold your head up high fighting your battles with everyone cheering your side.

Ever since we were young you aimed to be a star. It's always been that way. You, me, Miwa, and your grandfather. The four of us playing volleyball in your backyard. You always had a talent, that wasn't an unknown fact.

Tell me, Kageyama Tobio. Is the view nice up there?

Today I went to see your game. The Lights shining down on the court, but you stood out like a star in the night sky. As the ball touches your hands you set it up to your teammates ever so gracefully. It’s funny to see you so composed. You’re usually hot headed and a socially awkward. It’s almost like you’re a totally different person when you’re on the court.

Toss after toss, point after point, every win, every loss. That’s the world you live in; a life of a professional. How could I ever dream of walking that stage with you?

After the ball touched the wooden floors one final time to confirm your victory, you go celebrate with your team, all cheerful and faces full of smiles. Your smile was the brightest, even if you aren’t the best at it.

As people were shuffling out of the stadium I walk away, just like every time before. Every single damn time, I walk away. I see you happy and I walk away. Who am I to ruin the joy in your face? I ran away so I-

“Y/n…”

Then, all I see is you.

Why did I leave you?

It was a spring day, just as we were finishing our last year of high school together, us on a bench, just like two peas in a pod. You were drinking your milk and I was spacing off into the sky. I had tried to comprehend a way to tell you what was going to happen in the near future. That it wasn’t going to be the two of us anymore, like it had been the years prior.

“Hey, Y/n-“

“I’m leaving for america!”

Just like that, I let it slip. You sat there staring at me.

“Are you for real..?” You meekly reply back to my statement. That’s when it hit me. That’s when the severity of our situation hit me! With my now averted eyes, I took a long pause.

“It’s true.”

What right do I have to come and see you? Five years later I just come back strolling in to watch your game? Five years later I can just exist back in your life? How selfish am I..?

I turn around to escape your presence, to get lost amongst the sea of people, but do the stars shine ever so bright.

You grab a hold of my wrist with that firm grip, securing me in place; and just like that, we’re at a stand still.

Hasn’t this happened before?

I get up to go leave the bench under the canopy of trees, after breaking to you the news. It felt like an eternity of silence had passed by us with how silent you were being. So that’s when I decided to leave. All of a sudden, that’s when it happened. With one fellow swoop. You stood up and grabbed my wrist with a firm grip.

“Don’t go.” Your tone was directed and demanding, clearly stating what you want.

“Tobi-“

“No.”

All of a sudden, I’m pulled into an embrace by you; your body language begging me not to go. You held me close to you, as you cracked your tough outer shell to reveal a sob.

Kageyama Tobio, you’ve lost your grandfather, your teammates, your one chance to be like your grandfather, and now… me.

Kageyama Tobio has really lost it all.

“Y/n… Where have you been..?” You tell me as you hug me in front of hundreds of your fans. With my back now against your chest, I’m sure the media will have a field day with this one.

“Kageyama-“

“It’s Tobio.”

You’re as stern as always

“Well… Tobio. Please let me go.”

That’s not what I want.

“y/n-“

This isn’t what you want either. Is it?

“It’s better that we don’t see each other. I think it’s opening up old wounds”

With a long pause between of silence, you finally spoke up pushing me away alongside it.

“You can’t just walk back into my life and walk back out of it you know! How is that fair to me? Tell me y/n why do you get the call all the shots what about me?!?”

I knew it would come down to this. I knew you would yell at me. It’s no surprise that you would yell at me. So why do your words stab me like a sharp knife? Better yet, why don’t I have the heart to argue back?

“Fine then Tobio, I’ll be out of your way.”

My words come out calm as if I’m unphased by the situation. Then as if I’m truly heartless, I walk away without letting you speak. Truly though, I know deep down inside how I’m feeling. Walking away from the first time was hard enough, but this time? Why is this time even harder than the last..? The situation was the same. It ended in us fighting. You becoming short-tempered, and me walking away. The situation is one and the same, no matter how many times it plays out.

I guess, I can only hope. If only one day in the far distant future. This can end in I love you.

Unfortunately, there will come a time when it’s time to say goodbye and let go of our endearing fleeting memories.

FIRST POST ON MY WRITING COME BACK WOOO!!!

Thanks for reading! I hope u enjoyed :3

#haikyu x reader #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio x you #tobio kageyama #haikyuu #angst #haikyuu angst #in kageyama tobio i love #comeback era

[shasha-writes-things]

Bowser : Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys. Luigi: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap! Peach: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!! Mario: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting. Bowser : If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

Bowser : Gently taps table Luigi: Taps back Peach: What are they doing? Mario: Morse code. Bowser : Aggressively taps table Luigi: Slams hands down YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Bowser : Screams Luigi: Screams louder to assert dominance Peach: Should we do something?! Mario, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

Bowser : Luigi, I'm sad. Luigi: Holds out arms for a hug It’s going to be okay. Peach: Mario, I'm sad. Mario, nodding: mood.

Bowser , texting Luigi: Luigi! Help I’m being kidnapped Peach: Where are you? Bowser : I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help. Luigi: I’ll call Peach. Peach, answering their cell: Y’ello? Luigi: Where’s Bowser ? They texted me that they were being kidnapped. Peach: Bowser ? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me- Peach: Peach: I’ll call you back. hangs up Peach: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD! Bowser : WHO ARE YOU?!

Bowser : You have to apologize to Luigi Peach: Fine. Peach: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

Bowser : How's the sexiest person here~? Luigi: I don't know, how are they~? Bowser , flustered: I- Peach, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

Luigi: So are we flirting right now? Bowser: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU Luigi: That doesn’t answer my question

Luigi: I’m going to take you out Bowser: great, it’s a date! Luigi: I meant that as a threat. Bowser: See you at five!

Luigi: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. Bowser: It’s not a joke. Bowser: sniffles Bowser: I’m a legit snack.

Luigi and Bowser skipping stones on lake Luigi: It’s such a beautiful evening. Bowser, whispering: Take that you fucking lake.

Luigi: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them. Bowser: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Luigi: Bowser was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some. Bowser: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it. Luigi: Bowser, you ate a chair.

Luigi: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars. Bowser: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

Luigi: Bowser and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's- Bowser: Sentences. Luigi: Don't interrupt me.

Luigi, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Bowser, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

#bowser my beloved #jack black bowser #bowser x luigi #bowuigi #super mario bros #incorrect mario quotes

[alextextbook]

Quotes I’ve Heard/Said pt. 2

Leo: We’ve got a request from the peanut gallery up front.

Percy holding an otter plushie.

Percy: Seems like someone was in otter space.

Reyna: How are you guys today?

Lavinia: Delusional.

Reyna: it’s okay. a little delulu is the solulu.

Alex: I’m just built different.

Lester/Nico: I’m just built stupid.

Sadie: Honey Nut Chereos are JUST sawdust.

Alex: You look like an among us

Carter: Honey Nut Cheereos are just Bagel Seeds.

Sadie: Have you ever had nut less cheerios?

Piper: Lucky Charms are just the gay version of cheerios.

Nico: No, fruit loops are the gay version of cheerios. they have fruit in the name.

Magnus: Whoa, I think I just saw your tonsils.

Alex: Why is your tape special when it shouldn’t be?

Apollo: (to an ex) This is why we divorced.

Daedalus: I’m not good at numbers.

13 y/o Annabeth: But you’re a math teacher!

Dionysus: He doesn’t bite you, I promise. If he does I’ll turn him into a dolphin.

Nico: He rescued a hellhound and named her Mrs. O’Leary.

Clarrisse: Ugliest dog ever.

Alex: Being gay is my canon event. All the Alexs in every universe are gay.

Alex: So it’s like if ghosts had periods.

The Lightning Thief Time

Annabeth: Tomato is a fruit.

Percy: Vegetable.

Annabeth pokes Percy with her dagger

Grover: Hey! He’s going on a quest!

Annabeth looks at Percy

Annabeth: Go kill your-

Magnus: Kindnesses is matters.

Piper: It’s serving grunt.

Lester: It was my y/n moment.

Will: First of all, cringe. Second of all, red flag.

Will: Your back doesn’t hurt, you’re sixteen years old.

Apollo: I have something to say. Gay people are real.

Lavinia: WHAT? I exist?

Coach Hedge: I know I shouldn’t have smoked it from a lion’s asshole.

Halfborn: Alex, it’s so funny that you can’t read my handwriting.

Alex: Are you going to be a doctor?

Kayla: My shoulder rest is not resting shoulderly.

Will: If you stab your teacher I’m taking away participation points.

Alex: Saw dust? It’s girl dinner.

Cyclops: I’m pescatarian but I still eat people.

Leo: (Using a screwdriver) Synchronized screwing.

Percy: I don’t think I’ve looked at your neck today. It looks nice.

Magnus: What’d the musician tell the other musician? Ciello-ut.

Nico: I’m older, gayer, and wiser than you.

Hazel: OOO! I cracked all my knuckles! I’m gonna get arthritis.

Frank: I have a hard head because I was hit a lot.

Nico: It’s okay. I’m aged… but I’m not dead

Calypso: no man deserves two balls

Nico: I’m worth 19 dollars.

Will: I think you’re worth more.

Nico: … 20?

#pjoverse #percy jackon and the olympians #alex fierro #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #pjo #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus #hoo #magnus chase #nico di angelo #will solace #apollo #trials of apollo #lester papadopoulos #halfborn gunderson #calypso #frank zhang #hazel levesque #leo valdez #kayla knowles #gleeson hedge #lavinia #piper mclean #grover underwood #clarrise la rue #daedalus #kane chronicles #carter kane #sadie kane #reyna avila ramirez arellano