#But she won't shut the fuck up in my brain and I'm just listening to her talk

[toasteaa]

No longer 1 am, time to post "as close to done as I'm getting it" self insert refs -

#toast talks #genshin impacted #she's so BLUE #Make art of your insert/oc without being obvious who you ship them with #The art of the insert: #I cannot settle on a name for her I'm SO stuck on it #But she won't shut the fuck up in my brain and I'm just listening to her talk #Oh shit I forgot visibility tags #genshin oc #genshin self insert #there we go now she can go run free and get into more trouble than what it's worth #I forgor she picked her name so lemme add her tag real quick - #oc tag: eclair dumont

[running-in-the-dark]

I was gonna go to bed earlier tonight. I wanna fix my completely fucked up sleep schedule etc. (not that that ever works but whatever)

except...

I drank a 500 ml energy drink (at like 22:00)

I started playing RimWorld

then I also started listening to music

AND then I also started downloading music

sooo now it's 5:30 and I just looked at a clock for the first time in 5 hours and I'm not even the least bit tired 🙃

#I've got the brain fog and everything. but I'm not tired. #and I just took my antidepressant now because I completely forgot. so I won't be tired for another hour 🙃 #this is going soooo well lol #also - trying to find random albums from the 70s is too difficult #everything should be available online even if no one has listened to it in 40 years okay?? I need my music 😔 (I'm trying to download some #albums that I bought on vinyl and it's more difficult than I had hoped) #(so I guess the next step will be learning how to digitally record them lol because I cannot have records that aren't also in my digital #collection. it's unacceptable so I must fix this problem immediately (not immediately immediately. like tomorrow. it's so late)) #maybe my brain is already asleep actually #that would explain a lot #also lol my friend saw that I have three monitors and she was like I don't understand what you'd use those for #I mean... musicbee on one. rimworld on two. and all the downloading stuff on three 🤷 I'd probably find uses for like 3 more tbh (but my #computer might die soo I probably won't do that) #oh my god just shut up already #personal #and also - yes i need to say more - I spilled iced tea on my mechanical keyboard a few days ago. my partner tried to fix it and it does #work again. but not well. all the keys are kinda stuck. so that makes everything really fucking annoying lol. #(I found the same one pretty cheap because its used so I hope that'll arrive soon but until then I will be annoyed lol. I love this stupid #keyboard so much. 😭)

[bigassmoonchild]

Ghost

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Simons body was back, but he wasn't really Simon. No, it was Ghost inhabiting the shell of Simons body, but even Ghost seemed to recognize you. Either way, there were days left of him being able to come back, and you didn't want to grieve your mate twice.

Content Tags: Angst, Hurt/No comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, Made Up Medical Shit ab Omegaverse, Not Quite Simon, Ghost and Simon are different people, Mentions of Violence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, No Use of Y/N

A/N: I'm spoiling y'all again with more uploads <3. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Fun fact, these take me about two hours to write, but they're not beta-read or edited. As always, content is under the cut and my asks are open!!

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"What are some probable ways we bring people out of ferality?" You asked the squad standing around you. They were a few days out from graduating and at this point you were just filling time. None of them said anything, lookin around at each other. You sighed deeply.

Trip raised her hand and you stared at her. "Scents?" You blinked slowly, waiting for her to elaborate. "If we can get him a fresh scent of some packmate or a person he's especially close to then it can get him a focus point," she explained. You hummed.

Turning to look at the whiteboard you'd started with different plans to get Simon back, there were a few options you had. "The only problem with that, Trip, is that it could cause death," you whispered. The whiteboard had streaks where you'd erased and rewritten things.

Scent. Medications. Time. Death.

You sighed deeply, still thinking over anything else you could do. If you forced suppressants into his body, it would decrease the hormones in his body but the question was focusing on how to get them in him.

There weren't aerosol sedatives, he had ripped off the bindings that they had used to get him in the cell in the first place. 'What's wrong with him?' Price had asked. All you could do was shake your head, not legally able to explain anything. Fuck HIPAA.

Doctors, civilian doctors, had come in and started to try and take over. Even the doctors above you were fighting, because he wasn't a civilian. All they wanted was to use him and figure out how to bring a person out of ferality. Especially an Alpha.

"There are several ways we can fight ferality, but none of which have proven to do them well," you explained, looking around at everyone. There was nothing you could feasibly do, you knew. Similar to rabies, it wasn't something that anyone really came back from.

You sighed deeply. "Attempts have been made, but none of them came through. With too much time in ferality, a persons brain begins to shut down. We don't entirely know why, it hasn't been able to be studied, but there is very little we can do," you had to look away. "Either way, you work your hardest to ensure comfort," you had decided to add that at the end.

All you knew was that you needed to make sure he was comfortable. You knew your mate, you knew he deserved that at the very least. A knock on the conference door brought everyones attention as one of the civvy doctors walked in.

"You'll need to go in there," he told you. Shaking your head in confusion, you looked at him. "If he can recognize your scent, you'll be able to get sedatives in him. You'll be able to help us make him the first survivor," he whispered. Excusing yourself, the two of you moved quickly through the halls to make it to his cell area.

Standing in front of it, watching him stare at everyone through the balaclava, you felt your heart breaking. This wasn't Simon. It was Ghost. Blinking slowly, you listened to the hustle and bustle around you. It was like looking at him for the first time again. A man you didn't know, but was intrinsically connected to you.

With a deep sigh, you looked around at the doctors around you. "I may be his mate, but he won't recognize my scent," you whispered. "I'm pregnant, and we all know that changes someone scent," a few murmurs came from some of the doctors.

Looking away, you glanced at Ghost once more.

"I'll do it," you added.

They had you change into clothes he interacted with you the most in. So you wore your sleep clothes, just something you'd been wearing the night before. With the sedative slipped up your sleeve, the door outside the cell was unlocked.

"You know what to do," they told you. The plan wasn't all that concrete, just get in there and stab him. Very good plan, one of the best you'd ever seen. God, you wished Price had been allowed to format the whole thing. He might have a backup in case things went south.

Stepping through the now unlocked cell door, you took a quick glance back at the doors blocking your escape. Looking through the cell, Ghosts eyes were on you. Unblinking, the eyes you knew were gone. Blacked out, his pupil dilated so wide.

You didn't make eye contact with him other than the quick glance, keeping your head bowed down to try and remain as small as possible. If you weren't seen as a danger, he might not attack you. Might.

Movement brought your eyes up, seeing him standing to his full height and move to you. Slow but still graceful. You could see his face twitching, watched his chest heave with each breath he took. He was scenting you and you allowed it.

Closer, he grew closer and leaned his head close, you could hear the heaving pants as he drew your scent into him. Ghosts head dropped against your neck, pushing your head to force you to bare it to him. You could feel his nose nudging against you, feel his hands grasp at your arms and tug you closer.

You could almost feel tears filling your eyes, thinking back to the past two or so months filled with grief and eventual relief. A huffing grunt came from Ghost, almost displeasure at your scent changing. He tugged you with him, dragging you over to where he'd been sitting for the last few days.

Pushing you to sit, he stood over you. Your eyes opened, looking up at him and feeling the tears finally fall. A groaning whine came from him, his wide eyes glancing around to find something to cheer you up. You knew his thought process, you'd seen ferality in people before.

Only once had you seen it in him.

Ghost dropped next to you, tugging you into his lap and holding you close. He began huffing at your neck, pressing his scent out around you to try and soothe you. It seemed your scent was almost soothing him as well, allowing him a reprieve of the stress and fear over the last however long he'd been away.

God, how much you had missed this. The two of you didn't talk much, but you soaked this in as much as you could. His scent swirling around you, the feeling of his hands and arms wrapped tightly around you. You could feel yourself relaxing, felt the press of his head against yours.

Deep breaths brought his scent into you, albeit not being strong from where you were pressed into his chest. You could hear his heart thumping strongly against his chest, a true showing of his survival.

Pushing your hands to the back of his neck and shifting, just a little, you felt your throat choking around sobs. "'m so sorry," you whispered to him and he made another grunting whine at you.

You pressed the syringe in his neck and he jerked, but you were able to push the plunger all the way down. He whined against you, grabbing you tighter. Over the next few minutes, his grip slowly waned.

His body relaxed fully under you and you could feel the tears sliding down your cheeks begin to pick up. Stuffing your head into his neck, you inhaled deeply. Leather, tobacco and little hints of his own musk. God, you missed it, but the civilian doctors were flooding the room. Pulling you away and injecting him with different suppressants.

They dragged him away, forcing him out of your line of sight. You felt similar to how you'd initially felt when receiving his tags. Numb, like you were watching everything happening over a television.

Alpha is back.

You found Price waiting for you, just outside the medical center the doctors had dragged Ghost to. "How are you, Doc?" You fought the tears, feeling little hiccups coming from your chest.

"I don't know," you looked up at him. "I never thought I'd be able to see him again, but it's not him," you whispered. "That's not my Simon, that's Ghost,"

You knew when Ghost woke up, hearing the snarling roars coming from his chest. The suppressants hadn't worked, but he was still set to be pumped full of more in the next few days. The doctors found you sitting at the front desk, rubbing your face.

"Come with us," they said and dragged you to Ghosts room, where his snarls and roars quieted down to growls. As you sat beside him, placing your hands on whatever you could reach his growls quieted into little huffs and grunts.

You pressed yourself as close as they would allow you to him. "I missed you so much," you whispered and his head whipped around to look at you. His pupils were still so dilated, but you could make out his eye color just barely.

His eyes were always so pretty. You sighed and dropped your head to look down at the ground.

"It's been so long," you choked out. "So, so long," he looked at you, nearly blankly. God, you hoped that somewhere in that stupid head of his he could hear you. "Been almost two months, you wanna know something?" You asked, lifting your head to give him a weak smile.

All Ghost did was blink at you, slowly. Almost like he was listening, you noticed. His heartrate was dropping closer to normal rates, blood pressure dropping little by little as the minutes wore on.

"I'm pregnant," you gave a wet laugh. "I found out not too long after you left for your mission, and y'know what?" He didn't respond, but you could see the dilation of his eyes shifting just barely.

Looking away and swallowing thickly, all you could do was give little sobs.

"God, I missed you so much," you sobbed out. "When they gave me your dog tags that one morning, I didn't know what to think. I was so numb for so long but Price knocked sense into me," you choked another wet laugh. "Just like how he would do with you," you whispered.

"Pups," he whispered, staring at you. Your mouth gaped open, staring at him. His voice was rough, gravelly. It sounded like he either hadn't talked in months or had been screaming his voice out. "Pups," he whispered again, hand moving before getting caught by the handcuffs.

"Oh my god," you whispered. You lunged to get closer to him and heard scrambling at the door. People surrounded you and tugged you away, dragging you out of the door but you could hear it. His heartrate increased severely, and you could assume his blood pressure was skyrocketing again. "Stop!" You shouted, writhing against the people dragging you away.

There was a large snarl from Ghost, you could just see over everyone his writhing form as needles were stabbed into him. The door closed just as his head shot up and you could catch one last look of the fear filling his eyes. Hands tugged you away, pulling you from the area.

"No!" You still were screaming, not even realizing what you were doing. "Please, I need to be there!" You fought against the hands that pulled you further and further from the room.

"You can't," it was Price. "You can't be there, they need to be able to work on him without people in the way," he whispered to you.

"I was getting through to him, Price," he shook his head. "He spoke to me," you whispered, tugging him closer to you. "All he said was 'pups' before they dragged me out," Price looked away.

He sighed deeply. "We know," he said. "We were listening in, but you need to understand something," he made you look at him. "That isn't your mate anymore," he whispered. "He's been feral for too long,"

"No," you shook your head. "No, it's going to be okay," you whispered. "They still have a few days," you looked away. "They can't give up on him,"

Price looked away. "They're giving one more push of suppressants," he told you. "Giving them a few days, they're going to use you to help bring him out but if this doesn't work they'll need to keep him comfortable until the end," you couldn't look at him.

You weren't going to look at any of these people, how dare they give up on him so quickly? For minutes on end, you sat near Price, just waiting. For what, you didn't know, but Price wasn't allowing you to leave.

Minutes dragged into hours. Just like the hours that stole your last moments with Simon before he came back as Ghost. Minutes that you could've been in there with Ghost, comforting him as they did things to him.

He wouldn't know what was happening, his mind was too preoccupied with survival. You couldn't stop hearing his one word replaying in your mind, the recognition you now could see in his eyes. The door opened but you didn't look up, doctors came out slowly but surely.

Feet stopped in front of you, where you'd been staring at the ground. "Ma'am?" The voice whispered above you and you finally looked up. "You can go back in, now," he whispered. You knew that in the few lucid minutes a feral person had were the few minutes when more medicine should be pumped into them.

You had never expected the fear that would fill the lovers when this type of thing happened. When you were still training, you had never expected fear to be combined into others. You had no words for what you felt as you walked back in the room and saw Ghost snarl at you, his eyes no longer filled with recognition.

Sitting where you had been, you gazed over the Alpha. Blinking slowly, you moved your hands to where they had once been sitting, not so many hours ago.

"I miss you," you whispered to the Alpha. "God, I missed you so much," you could see his chest heaving with breaths, nearly see his mouth dropping open under the balaclava to allow more of your scent in. You sighed deeply.

Looking around you, the room was so bare. Something you would only use to describe hospital rooms. It hurt, knowing your Alpha was stuck here. Somewhere you weren't allowed to help.

"The rest of the pack have been helping me out, y'know," you smiled softly. Make this as normal as possible, you told yourself. "Soap's been joining me at my appointments," you looked down at Ghost. "Gaz has been making sure I take care of myself, and Price is doing his best to help during the night," you choked out a laugh.

You hear a soft little hum come from Ghost. His eyes were filling with recognition, little by little. Leaning towards him, you tried to catch his eye. They were dilating, his heartrate slowed.

He hummed again and you looked away. "I need you to come back, Simon," you whispered to him. You looked up at him, gazing over what you could see. His eyes, moving quickly around the room and grazing over you before moving away.

A deep sigh came from you and you sat there with him, watching the clock slowly tick as time carried on. Neither of you said anything and you watched as his eyes slowly drifted shut. You could feel the exhaustion slowly settling into your body, from the different emotions you'd been sent through over the last few days.

Standing up quietly, you let yourself out of the room. With one more look back, you watched the Alpha breathe slowly in his sleep. Closing the door behind you, you found Price.

Gesturing for him to follow you, the two of you slowly made your way to your office. When you unlocked the door, you sat yourself down in your chair and watched as Price closed the door behind him. He sat in front of you, lighting a cigar.

Quiet. For a few minutes, it was just quiet outside of the drag of his cigar and the soft breathing between the two of you. "He's home, Doc," he whispered. "Simons home,"

"It's not Simon," you looked at him. "That's Ghost. My Simon is not sitting in that bed, it may be his body but it's not him," you responded sharply. He looked away from you, sucking at his teeth. You blinked rapidly, trying to get the sleep out of them.

You sighed deeply, rubbing your hands over your face as you looked around the office. The one place where you and Simon had grown so close, the one place where the two of you had found peace.

"I've spent the last however many months grieving," you said. "I've grieved the life of my mate, and now he's back but it isn't him. That isn't my mate," you whispered, giving a short pause. "I can't grieve him again, Price, it'll destroy me," he reached over and rested his hand against yours.

He gave a little smile. "You won't have to grieve him again," he said. "The way he's progressing is making the doctors very happy," you gave a short laugh. "He could be the first case of survival through ferality, and you were the key to it," he told you.

For another few moments there was silence. Neither of you spoke, but you could see the pity in his eyes. Closing your eyes, you just breathed, still faintly able to smell Ghost albeit the scent becoming stale.

"I just need my Alpha," you whispered. "I need him back. I don't care if it means I fight an entire group of Doctors, they can't just kill him, Price," you opened your eyes and looked at him. "They can't just kill him," he didn't meet your eye.

"It's getting late," Price told you. "I think you need to go back to your room and sleep. Now," you didn't look at him, allowing him to guide you to your room. When you entered, he gave you a grim little smile before closing the door behind you.

Now that you were alone, you had no idea what to do. Your Alpha was just a few minutes walk away from you, but you wouldn't be able to enter that room again. They'd close down the medical center from visitors, even with your access as a doctor they wouldn't allow you to enter the room.

Crawling into your cold nest, you laid there. Shirt pressed to your face from where you could still faintly smell Ghost when he'd held you. Closing your eyes, you could almost feel his arms wrapping around you. You could almost smell him right there, right next to you.

And that's how you felt asleep, dreaming of your Alpha wrapping himself around you and making sure you knew everything would be okay. Even you didn't believe it.

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#angst #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #hurt/no comfort #cod mw2 #task force 141 #modern warfare ii #call of duty x reader #no use of y/n #call of duty #simon riley #ghost mw2 #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #medical inaccuracies #made up medical facts about the omegaverse #maple syrup

[thearoaceshark]

"But aro/ace people still can date" THAT IS NOT A VALID EXCUSE, MUCH LESS IF THE CHARACTER SHOWS REPULSION TOWARDS THAT TYPE OF RELATIONSHIPS.

"But the creator said we could ship him with whoever we wanted, it won't be canon anyway" OF COURSE SHE DOESN'T BOTHER THAT YOU SHIP HIM BECAUSE 1: IT BENEFITS HER BECAUSE IT ATTRACTS SHIPS FANS. AND 2: SHE DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE COMMUNITY.

"We have not deleted the representation, it is still there, it is canon in the show. We just want to have fun, the things the fandom does do not have to be faithful to the canon and do not affect the canon" SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN. IN THE FANDOM THERE ARE PEOPLE FROM THE AROACE SPECTRUM AND IT ANNOYS US THAT WE CAN'T ENJOY A CHARACTER THAT REPRESENTS US JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN ENJOY THE CHARACTERS WITHOUT SHIPING THEM. ALSO IF YOU CAN'T WRITE CHARACTERS OR RELATIONSHIPS THAT ARE NOT ROMANTIC/SEXUAL OR THAT ARE NOT FAITHFUL TO THE CANON THEN LET ME TELL YOU THAT YOU HAVE A VERY CLOSED MIND AND YOU'RE LACK OF IMAGINATION. THERE ARE ALSO MANY CHARACTERS THAT ARE NOT AROACE THAT YOU CAN SHIP, WHY DO YOU CHOOSE THE ONE WHO IS AROACE?!! US AROACE PEOPLA ALSO WANT TO HAVE FUN, WE ARE ALSO IN THE FANDOM, AND WE ENTERED THE FANDOM EXPECTING TO SEE THAT THEY RESPECT THE ORIENTATION OF THE CHARACTER AND REFLECT OUR OWN EXPERIENCES IN HIM, BUT WE FIND OUT THAT THEY DON'T GIVE A SHIT, AND WE FEEL BAD WHEN SEEING THAT YK. IT'S THE SAME SHIT AS MAKING A GAY CHARACTER STRIGHT.

"I'm dating someone who is ace/I'm on the aroace spectrum/I'm ace/my partner is on the aroace spectrum and in my opinion there's nothing wrong with shipping him" ...REALLY? JUST. REALLY?! LOOK AT ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME YOU'RE NOT A TROLL, BECAUSE SERIOUSLY. FOR THE ARO/ACE PEOPLE WHO ARE MAKING THESE COMMENTS LET ME TELL YOU THAT YOU LOOK LIKE THOSE HOMOPHOBIC GAY WHO INSULT THEIR OWN COMMUNITY FOR THE APPROVAL OF STRAIGHT PEOPLE.

"If they want representation so much, why don't they make their own content and their own shows with Aroace characters?" ...YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS EITHER. YOU ARE A TROLL, RIGHT? AND IF YOU'RE SERIOUS... DO YOU THINK IT'S THAT EASY TO MAKE CONTENT (BOOK/COMIC/TV SHOW/MOVIE/ETC)???

Edit:

OH AND I FORGOT THE WORST ONE, SORRY.

"Aro/ace people can also want and be in a romantic/sexual relationship, you are erasing people from your own community just because you don't want us to ship it" ...FIRST OF ALL DO YOU THINK AROACE PEOPLE WHO ARE IN THOSE RELATIONSHIPS FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH YOU USING THEM AS A CHEAP EXCUSE? YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THOSE PEOPLE, YOU JUST CARE ABOUT YOUR DAMN SHIP, STOP USING THEM AS AN EXCUSE. AND SECOND, I THINK YOU HAVE A VERY ALTERED PERCEPTION OF REALITY, BECAUSE THE ONE WHO IS ERASING AND DISRESPECTING THE AROACE COMMUNITY IS NOT US, IT IS YOU DAMN IT.

End of the edit.

PEOPLE ON THE SPECTRUM GET VERY EXCITED WHEN WE SEE A CHARACTER THAT REPRESENTS US, AND I THINK WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO GET ANGRY IF WHEN WE ENTER THE FANDOM WE FIND THAT PEOPLE DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE ORIENTATION OF THE CHARACTER AND SHIP HIM, AND TO GET WORSE THEY GIVE US SO BAD EXCUSES OF WHY WHAT THEY ARE DOING IS PERFECTLY FINE. LOOK, DON'T YOU THINK THAT IF AN ENTIRE COMMUNITY IS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THOSE SHIPS THEN THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG? NO? HAVE YOU NOT THOUGHT ABOUT IT? THEN YOU NEED TO CHECK YOUR HEAD TO SEE IF YOU REALLY HAVE A BRAIN!!! IT'S SEEMS YOU HAVE IT OFF BECAUSE IT IS NOT WORKING.

AND YES I'M TALKING ABOUT HAZBIN HOTEL AND ALASTOR BUT THIS ALSO HAPPENS WITH MANY OTHER AROACE CHARACTERS (UNFORTUNATELY). AND IT'S SO FRUSTRATING. DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THAT REPRESENTATION HAS TO BE JUST THE CANON OF THE SHOW? DON'T YOU THINK THAT AS A FANDOM YOU SHOULD MAKE THE PEOPLE OF THE COMMUNITY WHO ARE IN THE FANDOM FEEL COMFORTABLE BY RESPECTING THEIR ORIENTATION AND MAKING FANFIC AND FANARTS ETC THAT REPRESENT THE CHARACTER AND HIS IDENTITY?

(AND THOSE OTHER CHARACTERS I MENTIONED ARE NOT CANONICALLY AROACE, BUT THEY ARE EVIDENTLY CHARACTERIZED AS SUCH, BUT THE FANDOM MAKES THE EXCUSE THAT "THEIR ORIENTATION IS STILL NOT CANON" TO SHIP THEM EVEN THOUGH IT IS EVIDENT THAT THEY ARE AROACE AND THEY REPUDIATE SEX AND LOVE. AND NOW THAT WE HAVE A CHARACTER CHARACTERIZED AS AROACE WHO IS CANONICALLY AROACE AND SHOWS REPUDION TOWARDS SEX, THEY CONTINUE LOOKING FOR EXCUSES. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL?! IS IT SO DIFFICULT TO RESPECT THE AROACE COMMUNITY??? )

#alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #aroace alastor #hazbin hotel #aroace #aromantic #asexual #aro #ace #aroace spectrum #let aroace characters be aroace

[fandomxpreferences]

Reunion In the Rain

Pairing: Ex!JJ Maybank x female!Reader (both over 18)

TW:18+, smut, angst, radioactive levels of toxicity (seriously JJ and Reader are terrible in this lol), cheating, I think thats it

Summary: You and JJ never really got over each other, and you handle it in the worst way possible.

Word Count:2.5k

A/N: listen I know jj would never but I had to get this out of my head

Sleep doesn't come easily these days and like many nights recently, you find yourself staring up at the ceiling as the snoring next to you grates your nerves. You should be happy; your life is perfect by all accounts on the surface. 

You're with a man who loves you and takes care of you, working is a thing of the past, and you're comfortable. Despite all that, you'd throw it away in a heartbeat if you could go back to the way things were. 

You mull over the idea for a few minutes before saying fuck it. Your movements are slow and calculated as you shift the down comforter, stopping every few seconds to make sure your boyfriend is still asleep. 

Once you're free from the shackles of his arms, you creep towards the door on the balls of your feet and peel it open silently before moving toward the kitchen. You lean on the island and sigh, really debating your next move. 

You know it's a bad idea, he probably won't even answer. That doesn't stop you from pulling out your phone and scrolling your contacts. You stop directly at his name, your thumb seeming to use muscle memory as it presses call before you can torture yourself anymore. 

The line rings a few times and you're about to admit defeat and hang up when you hear him speak.

"Y/N? It's almost two am, why are you calling? Is everything okay?"

You're suddenly at a loss for words; you didn't think you'd get this far. Everything comes rushing to the surface at once; familiar love and heartache swirling around your heart and choking the life out of you. If you close your eyes, you can almost smell his cologne; a stark contrast from the suffocating scent of the man upstairs.

"Y/N? Did you mean to call?"

Confusion laces his voice and you force yourself to speak, willing your brain to work. 

"Shit, yeah. Yeah, I meant to call, JJ."

It's all you can muster at the moment and your chest squeezes like a vice when you hear him sigh. You can imagine him running his hands through his blonde bed head and for a split second, it's as if you're sitting next to him having one of your late-night talks like nothing has changed at all.

"It's kind of hard to talk right now, Y/N."

His voice is a hushed whisper, and you know it's because she's sleeping a few feet away from him, the same way you used to. 

"Yeah, no. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."

You squeeze your eyes shut, praying that he can't hear the way your voice shakes or your small sniffles. But this is JJ we're talking about; even over the phone and after nearly a year apart he still knows you like the back of his hand. 

"Why are you crying, cupcake?" 

It's a slip of the tongue, you know that. JJ has never been good about keeping his composure when it comes to you. Still, the old nickname causes your hand to fly up to your mouth as you attempt to stifle a sob.

"I just miss you."

You know you sound pathetic, but you can't bring yourself to care as you talk to the man that has always held your heart in the palm of his hand. It's silent for a beat and you can almost hear the wheels turning in his head before he speaks again. 

"It's good to hear your voice. Sometimes I wish it was you sleeping next to me."

You swallow thickly, suppressing the urge to go to him even though it would cause more issues than you can count. 

"Do you ever dream of me? I don't sleep much anymore because every time I do, it's just memories of us."

You know he's in just as much pain as you, everything about this conversation and the situation as a whole is unfair. 

"Every night."

There's a moment of silence and you hear shuffling on the other end as he slips out into the hallway. 

"Does he know you're talking to me?"

It's a fair question, and it causes guilt to eat at you when you're reminded of the clueless man still sleeping upstairs. 

"No, lord knows that would cause a fight. Does she know you're talking to me?"

You already know the answer, and yet you ask anyway. 

"No. She's out cold."

You purse your lips and nod even though he can't see you, and revel in the comfort of just having him breathing in your ear. 

"JJ.."

Your voice is slow and thick like molasses, exhaustion and tears forcing you to speak at a more relaxed cadence than usual. You vaguely register a thump as his head hits the wall behind him, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose. 

"Don't say my name like that. You're making it really difficult to think straight."

Your lip quirks slightly at the fact you still have as much effect on him as he does you before it drops again. 

"I'm sorry."

Your voice is barely audible, but JJ hears loud and clear. 

"It's okay."

You shake your head from side to side and it drops down, your hair hanging in your face as you stare at the counter.

"No, JJ. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for the way things ended, for the fact we can only talk in secret. I'm just- I'm sorry. I never wanted to say goodbye."

Your words hang heavy in the air, like an anvil ready to crush you both at any second. You frown when you hear him chuckle to himself and prepare yourself for the worst. 

"I guess neither of us really moved on, huh?"

You suck in a breath, taken aback by his response as your mind reels. 

"No, I guess not. Yet, we won't do anything about it."

It's sad but it's true. You're too scared and he's too stubborn; it's part of the reason the relationship ended in the first place. 

"What if we did? What if we've both grown up and it's the right time, now?"

You ponder his words, unsure if he really means them. 

"If it was the right time would we be hiding in the dark in the middle of the night just to talk?"

You hear him suck his teeth, and you can imagine the pensive expression on his handsome features. 

"Maybe not."

You nod to yourself, secretly disappointed he didn't try harder to convince you. 

"I should probably let you get back to bed." 

Your voice is watery as a fresh round of tears starts, and you try your damndest to hold in your sobs until he hangs up. 

"Yeah, probably. Goodnight, Y/N."

You try to ignore the underlying reluctance in his voice, aware that he doesn't want this to be the end either. Against your heart's wishes, you let him go again. 

"Night, JJ."

The second you hear the line click, your knees give out and you collapse into a heap of tears and sorrow on the marble floor. Little do you know, JJ slides down the wall and curls into himself, mirroring your disheveled state. 

The two of you fall apart, together yet apart, before clambering back to your significant others who are none the wiser. Two people, deeply in love yet pushed apart by cruel circumstances, dreaming of each other next to the ones they can't love. 

Despite your best efforts, you just can't sleep. The tears won't stop streaming down your cheeks, and your breathing is far too ragged to feel anything resembling calm. 

You're debating throwing away everything when the decision is made for you. Your phone vibrates next to you, and you scowl as you pick it up. It's nearly three now, who on earth would be texting this late?

Meet me at the docks

There are only about five seconds between your mind registering the words, and your feet carrying you out of the room. There are simultaneously no thoughts and a million thoughts racing through your mind as you grab your keys and start toward your old meeting place. 

You're on autopilot as you take the familiar route and slam the gear into park as soon as you arrive. You don't even shut your door as you stand at the start of the wood planks, staring down the man you're willing to risk everything for. 

He looks ethereal with the moonlight casting a glow on him, and you both stand in place, seemingly trying to figure out of this is real or not. 

You don't even register that you forgot your shoes until your feet are slamming into the weathered wood beneath you, sprinting towards JJ as if your life depends on it.

In a way it does.

You realize at some point that it started storming, the rain stinging your skin and plastering your hair to your forehead. You don't care one bit, too focused on the man who has now broken out into a jog toward you. 

His arms are already open when the two of you collide, your body wrapping around his instinctively as his broad arms envelop you. You're both crying now, a feeling of home washing over you for the first time since you walked away from each other.

Everything else is forgotten, the two people waiting for you at home nowhere in your mind. You both know this is wrong but if that's truly the case, why does it feel so right?

The second your skin touches his, your only thought is fuck the consequences.

Your lips smash against his, rainwater and tears mingling on your tongues. Your hands tangle in his hair, one of his hands supporting your thigh and the other one gripping the back of your neck as he holds you against him.

It's a messy clash of teeth and strangled moans, the two of you lost in the moment. You don't realize you left your phone in the car, or maybe you would have seen the notification someone logged in to find my iPhone from your computer, followed by a string of text messages. 

Where are you?

Baby??

Are you with him?

Maybe if you weren't so enamored with the intoxicating scent of sandalwood body wash mixed with weed or the way JJ's fingertips are digging into your flesh, you would have heard the tires crunching gravel and slamming doors.

Maybe JJ would have peeled his eyes open for just long enough to see your boyfriend fuming with his girlfriend ready to kill right behind him. He had called JJ's number, only to hear a woman's voice pick up the phone.

However, you'll never know because the two of you stay glued together in the pouring rain, wandering hands and bruising kisses muddling your senses. 

The two of them watch silently as JJ sets you down, only getting a second of reprieve as they let themselves think it's over. It's quickly ripped away when the blonde's hands slip under your shirt, guiding it up and over your head. 

You let him, too desperate for him to care that you're in public. They watch frozen as you do the same, your mouth attaching to JJ's throat as his head falls back in bliss.

Once your fingers start working on his belt, they return to the car and speed off, unable to stomach any more.

You and JJ are completely oblivious to what just happened, still too caught up in one another as he bends you over the railing. You breathe a sigh of relief as he slips into you, his arm snaking around your waist to hold you in place while his other hand grips your throat. 

It's fast and rough, both of you chasing your ends and gasping into the night. 

"Shit I missed this. Missed you."

Your only response is a sharp whine when he hits the spot that only he can reach, and you tumble over the edge. He's not far behind, and you clench around him when his throaty groan fills your ear.

The two of you separate, struggling to put your sopping wet clothes back on, and look at each other. The reality of what you just did slams into both of you like a freight train, yet neither of can bring yourself to feel remorse.

"I don't think I can go back to him after this. I can't walk away from you again."

The statement is raw and vulnerable, something you weren't able to be with JJ the first time around. 

"We need to break things off with them."

He's just stating the obvious, yet it still sends fear up your spine. You nod slowly, and he gives you a sweet kiss before smiling. 

"Call you tomorrow?"

He kisses your forehead and nods, holding your hand loosely as the two of you trek back to your cars. You falter for a second, your eyebrows pinching as you look at the ground. 

"Were those tire tracks there before?"

His eyes follow your gaze and he shrugs, unbothered. You don't give it any more thought, climbing into your now wet car and starting toward your boyfriend's place.

It's not until you pick up your phone in the driveway that you see the messages and missed calls, your stomach sinking. Your mind goes back to the tire tracks before you tell yourself that's crazy. He would have said something.

It's almost five now, and you sneak into the house, ready to take a shower and go to sleep. All of this can be dealt with in the morning.

You slowly open the door to his bedroom, and your eyes bulge as you take in the sight before you. Laying in bed is your boyfriend and JJ's girlfriend, a tangled mess of bare limbs. 

You slowly pad around the room collecting the things that you've left over before making a beeline toward your car. 

You don't think as you start toward JJ's apartment; he's the only one you want to see right now. 

He looks surprised when he opens the door to your face, and moves aside to let you in. 

"She's not here. I don't know where she is, she isn't answering." 

You know he's trying to reassure you, but you can't help the snort you let out. 

"Yeah, I know."

You turn around to face him and almost laugh at the bewildered look in his ocean-blue eyes. 

"How do you know?"

It occurs to you then that he's out of the loop, and you plop down on his couch. 

"Because she's in bed with my ex-boyfriend."

His eyebrows shoot up as he stares down at you, your gaze focused on your hand as you pick at your nails.

"Excuse me?"

You purse your lips and glance up at him, mild amusement sparkling in your eyes.

"Guess we should have thought harder about those tire tracks."

He blows out a breath and takes a seat next to you, his knee knocking into yours. 

"I guess we had that coming."

You chuckle humorlessly and let your head fall back against the cushion.

"Yeah. Yeah, we really did."

His arm wraps around your shoulder and you fall into him, your cheek resting against his chest. 

"I guess that frees up our schedule."

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[delusionalwriter02]

OH MY GOD I LOVED YOUR INSTAGRAM POSTS !! you capture their personalities soooo well, I'm really glad I saw them 🙇🙇 can you do one as Kunikida's gf? Pretty please? 💋 ANYWAYS, HAVE A GOOD DAY 💪👋

Insta as Kunikida's GF

a/n : omg anon you're so sweet!!!!!!!!! thank you so so so much for your kind words and for your request! the "pretty please" make me think of astarion so much (i had to say it), hope you like it <3 HAVE A GREAT DAY TOO

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Yn_theoneandonly : i'm so jealous of his hair

Yosanurgirl : Drop the haircare routine

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : the WORST THING IS he don't even have a routine

↳ Yosanurgirl : genetic's a bitch

KATAI : It's giving Legolas

↳ KunikiDA : Don't even know why I bother looking at the comments

↳ Daze_i : Looking for compliment on your long ass hair

↳ KunikiDA : The only compliment I want are the one from my girlfriend

↳ Daze_i : I'm not a girl but I volunteer

↳ KunikiDA : Shut the fuck up

↳ Daze_i : Rude

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Honey calm down, he's not worth your time

↳ Daze_i : I know right ??

↳ KunikiDA : SHE'S NOT TALKING ABOUT YOU

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Yn_theoneandonly : forest walk

Daze_i : he went to see where his notebook was created

↳ Yosanurgirl : Wish I had Kunikida's patience

KunikiDA : Honey you don't have to post me all of the time

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : but it's a crime to gatekeep your beauty

↳ KATAI : agree

Ranthebestpo : He should consider modeling

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : THANK YOU, I've been telling him this NONSTOP but he won't listen

↳ KunikiDA : What's the point of being a detective if my face is known ?

↳ Ranthebestpo : He got a point

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : NO RANPO STAY ON MY SIDE

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Yn_theoneandonly : i LOVE IT when he detached his hair

KunikiDA : Love, really, you need to learn how to gatekeep

↳ KATAI : NO DON'T

↳ KunikiDA : Katai ????

Daze_i : Why is the chandelier so close to the ground ????

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : it's cute and iconic

↳ Daze_i : no it's stupid

↳ KunikiDA : don't you dare insult her

Yosanurgirl : if i had him as a math teacher I wouldn't have skipped class

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : you never went to school love

↳ Yosanurgirl : BUT IF I DID, I wouldn't have skipped

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : 100% agree

↳ Daze_i : Is everybody having a crush on him or ???

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : you do ????

↳ Atshushiii : thought you said you weren't interested in men Dazai ??

↳ Daze_i : i'm not

↳ Chu_uya : bullshit

↳ KunikiDA : Why are you even here Chuuya ?

↳ Daze_i : I don't mind him being here

↳ Ranthebestpo : Of course

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : just create a damn group chat

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Yn_theoneandonly : Even after a mission he looks SO good

Yosanurgirl : Dazai in the back is killing me

↳ Daze_i : May I join ?

↳ Yosanurgirl : Absolutely not

Atsushiii : It looks like a photoshoot

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : thanks to my phone

Daze_i : Why blurry me ???? It's a crime

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : you're not the one I wanted in the photo

↳ KunikiDA : Dazai stop flirting with my girlfriend

↳ Daze_i : I'm not flirting, I'm asking WHY i'm not the object of the photo

↳ KunikiDA : Make that stupid brain of yours work for once

KATAI : Must say that he's looking GOOD

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : right ???

↳ Ranthebestpo : for once I agree with you

↳ Daze_i : When I say that everybody is in love with him

↳ Ranthebestpo : Don't include me in everybody

↳ p0e : you're in love Ranpo ?

↳ Ranthebestpo : THAT'S NOT THE SUBJECT

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Gotta make it clear for everybody, IT'S MY MAN

↳ KunikiDA : I love you sweetheart

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I love you more honey

↳ Yosanurgirl : When it's our turn to be happy ?

Hello!! Hope you liked it ? I had some much fun writing it so thank you again for your kind words and your request <3

See you <3

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[lemon-boy-stan]

smutmas day two - haechan - comfort sex

"Haechan, hi." you sniffed softly, looking away, ashamed that you had even come here in the first place. But your mum had yelled at you to get out of the house and you couldn't think of anywhere else to go.

"Hey, hi," said Donghyuck, in a hoodie and sweats, a headset around his neck. You must have interrupted his game. You felt even worse now. "Hi..." you mumbled. "Um, I'm just gonna go home. You look busy." but he rushed to you at the door, taking your bag. "I'm not busy," he shook his head, "I was just playing a game. You wanna stay over?" he put his hand on your back, guiding you inside the house.

"Mum and dad are on a work trip," he said, "do you want dinner?" placing your bag on the floor as you took a seat on his bed. You sniffled, shaking your head. "No," you mumbled, "sorry for coming so unexpectedley." and Donghyuck shrugged, "no, don't worry about it. You're my best friend. Hang on, the guys are yelling at me." he put his headset back on and went over to his desk, "yeah, yeah, shut up! I'm logging off anyway. Seriously, I already got you through the first level. Mark can take over now, okay?"

He clicked away on the keyboard before shutting the screen off and wheeling back around, getting up. He put his headset on the desk hastily, "what happened?" and you looked down at your hands, ashamed again as he sat down next to you.

"My mum..." you whispered, "my mum kicked me out again. It was dark and my phone was was nearly dead. I'm sorry," you cried softly, "I didn't mean to interrupt your game, Haechannie."

"I hate your fucking mum," he growled. "Don't cry. It's okay, don't cry. You can stay as long as you want, okay? You know my parents like you." you sniffled, "I don't wanna bother you, Hyuck." he shook his head, "you're not bothering me." your lip trembled. He lifted up your chin with his thumb, "listen to me. You don't bother me. You never bother me." You sniffed, nodding at this. "Thanks," you mumbled, feeling weird now, insecure that you had been crying in front of him... again.

"It's okay to cry," he said softly, and you hated the fact that he was so good at mind-reading. He was pretty. Really, fucking pretty. Drop-dead gorgeous. So gorgeous, in fact, that you needed him to: "kiss me," you blurted out. Haechan blinked, "huh? What?" brain still in best-friend mode, his concern for you trumping his boner-making crush on you. "Kiss me," you said again, "please, Haechannie. Need you to kiss me, now. Need Haechannie to kiss me -" tears still dribbling from your eyes.

"Fuck," he grunted loudly, "fuck, you want me to kiss you?" grabbing your hip and pulling you close to him, placing his lips roughly on yours. "You want Haechannie to kiss you on his bed?" he mumbled into your lips as you squeaked, "yes! Yes, please, Haechannie, kiss me on Haechannie's please bed! Please." fuck, he loved how dumb you were for him.

"Mmmm," he mumbled, "your lips taste so good. Want Hyuck to touch you, baby? Want Hyuckie to ruin our friendship?" and you squealed even more at this, "yes, Hyuckie, please ruin baby and Hyuckie's friendship please please," words bubbling from your mouth happily.

"Mm, okay, okay," he murmured, lips grazing softly across your neck, "but what would baby's mum say about it? You know she doesn't like me." something in your glazened eyes froze at the mention of your mother. "I'm sorry," Donghyuck mumbled, "shouldn't have brought her up. Wanna stop?"

The freeze was gone and you shook your head, "no-no-no, Hyuckie don't stop please." lip trembling. "Okay," he whispered softly, kissing your lips again. "Okay, I won't stop; I promise." even though your hands were already throwing off his cotton shirt, he stopped at the lining of the pastel button-down nightie you had on.

"Can I?" he half-whispered. You arched your back, "Hyuck, please." and he nodded, carefully lifting it off your head before letting out a short gasp because you didn't wear a bra under your pajamas because and you were fucking beautiful. "Fuck," he mumbled, "you're so fucking pretty."

And you giggled at this, "but Hyuckie is prettier." and and he shook his head, "aw, shucks, no I'm not." pulling down the silky pink shorts. He snickered at your undies, "you don't even like Pokemon." and you scowled, "Markie got them for me as a joke."

Haechan scowled, "well, even though they're cute, I don't like them. Always been jealous of Mark." he scoffed, taking them off. "Mm, much better," he smiled at you. You giggled, "Hyuckie's turn!" hands latching on to the band of his sweatpants.

He leant down kissed you as took off the the and you grey pants, and he twitched as your fingers pulled down his boxers. "Mmm," you bubbled sleepily, "Haechannie is big." he smirked at this, "do you think it's gonna fit?" but all you did was nod eagerly.

"Please, Hyuck," you mumbled, "want your cock please." and he groaned at this, "fuck," and and couldn't help but sliding in simply at your words. You let out a scream, "Haechan!" and he bent down to to kiss you lazily.

"Mm, feel so fucking good," he mumbled as you let out a choked sob of pleasure, "so fucking perfect, waited so long for this, fuck." moaning loudly as he thrust in and out of you, hips snapping. You grabbed on to him, "Haechan, feel so good Haechan please." and he nodded, "mmph, yeah, I know." adjusting your body, sucking lightly on your neck. "Hyuckie," you bubbled, "big, big Hyuckie!" crying softly. "So good," your lip trembled. "Shit - ah - want me to stop?" he grunted.

You cried out in distress, "nonono please Hyuck don't stop please don't stop!" and he cursed, "yeah, okay, I won't stop. "Didn't know how bad you wanted Hyuck to use you, hmm?" he chuckled softly even though he meant it as a compliment. "Yes," you moaned softly as Donghyuck hit your G-spot, "yes, want Hyuckie to use me so bad, don't care, will be his cumdump, just want Hyuck to use baby like a fleshlight please."

And Haechan snapped. "What'd you just say?" he growled softly. "Say it again," he whispered. "Said, said "want Hyuckie to use baby like a fleshlight. Baby will be such a good fleshlight please Hyuck, please Haechannie - Haechan!" and you screamed his name shrilly as he pounded into you harder than he ever had before.

"Why are you so dirty?" he whimpered, "you were my my cute and innocent best friend!" he complained loudly as he thrust his cock deeper into your cunt. "Now I've fucking ruined you," he moaned either in misery or lust as he released his load messily inside you and your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you threw it back, back, "Haechan." gripping the sheets, cumming around his cock.

"I love you," he confessed finally, as he pulled out and took a hot dishcloth, "I hope you know that. And that that you have never bothered me a single waking moment of our lives. And that I hate your mum. But I kind of thank her, because if not I'd probably never have gotten the chance to tell you I love you." and he smiled as your eyes teared up again, "I love you too. I'm sorry." but he shook his head, leaning down to kiss you. "Don't be."

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[pixelm0on]

Admit it…

Pt1/pt2

A fluffy zoro blurb about him lying to himself I needed to get out of my brain.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and weed, f!reader, suggestive(?) not much it's pretty much just fluff

*Pls forgive the mistakes English is not my 1st language*

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"Just admit you like her” the sound of his voice falling on deaf hears while sliding down on the chair “I don’t”. Poor guy really believed it too. The light haired one turns holding the most obvious “are you serious?” Face anyone has seen. He waits a second his eyes flipping up and down waiting for something, anything.

“Fuck off, you so like her” They were friends but there was no chance of his voice softening anytime soon. He inhaled the smoke from the lit cigarette in his hand finally turning away scoffing.

“Shut the fuck up” the green man shakes his head, turning his face the opposite way in a attempt to look away from the blonde and you. A sip from his bottle before he is even ready to look back. He swears he doesn’t and so fully believes it that it was hard for the blonde to notice for a few months.

When you guys started hanging out with each others friends all they could see was the ping pong of insults between you two. Took a few weeks for them to realise you guys didn’t actually have a weird mutual hatred for no reason. Luffy sometimes still asks why you are both so mean.

This whole, 3week long "discussion", as his dear friends called it, had started only months after you started all hanging out. Nami saw him smile exactly one time. After a whole night of drinking and smoking. Usually he holds his laugh in, not because he ever thought this would happen but because he was not about to let you know you were funny. Poor guy was so confused when the questions started.

--

"because I laughed?" you could see the wheels turning behind his eyes

"because you never laugh" Nami responded already seeing the smoke emerge in his brain

"that's fucking stupid and I never laughed" he spat so fast everyone at the table went quiet

"sure pretend you can't remember" the blonde spat out just as fast though earning himself the typical zoro stare.

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He was so pissed the damn cook was asking this shit as if you are not standing right in front of them, but no part of him ever thought about moving seats. This is my fucking seat he defends it to himself it has nothing to do with her sitting right in front of me. He sucks the bottle trying to snap his eyes away from the way your hair falls in your face, or the sickly sweet smile you shoot at Usop.

Months of trying to convince himself he's not affected by the way you stare into his eyes. Months of ignoring the thought of you begging for him. Fuck.

Thankfully, the night went smoothly, none of them made obvious comments. The alcohol was definitely helping. Some of your friends left a while ago, but you decided to spend the rest of the time tagging in with sanji to bully him every now and then.

"ah whatever I fforgot" zoro slurred slightly

"Oh no I really wanted to know"

"fuck off" At least they'll shut up with that shit he thought. Oh boy was he wrong.

The night went on even after you left, although zoro was clearly way less engaged than before, blaming it on the mix of weed and alcohol. When the party dies down is just him, sanji, Nami and luffy. He fully sunk in the couch, arms a bit limp, still holding the bottle though. Nami and Luffy using each other as support on the couch next to it, one clearly more awake than the other one. The cook sits beside him with a huge tray of food.

"I don't know why you won't just say it, she's really hot" the cook spits out again while Luffy loudly inhaled the food, gaining a agreement look from Nami.

Fuck sake...

"Seriously she always looks amazing" the red haired added, she mention something about how your outfits are great or something. He was not listening.

"you guys keep saying that..." the words slightly escaped him. Fuck now I'm gonna have to explain he tried eating something hoping no one would push it.

Yeah right. Like that was gonna happen.

" it's true" the girl defends herself, leaning more on luffy who had not stopped eating yet.

"yeah but" shit “she's also really smart, and fun. And really creative." the words seemed to have a mind of their own. He cursed himself, every single one of them, the alcohol… anything he could. The table went silent one more time. Luffy even slowed his eating for this. The stares burning holes in zoro's skin.

"sometimes when they sleep over she wakes me up to go for a walk" he thought maybe giving more information on how he would even know that about her would settle some of the staring. One more time, painfully wrong. "you know so she doesn't go alone." he added, again no change in their shock. "for protection"

"so you go on walks with her?" the cook struggles to get the words out while holding in a laugh. Poor zoro even blushed a bit. Nami throws the cook some food so he shuts up.

"OI DON'T WASTE FOOD"

"ye we walk around" he finally adds trying not to seem so embarrassing. "She took me to a waterfall and we swam and talked for a few hours" Dude shut the fuck up.

"that's cute" Nami answered glaring at sanji to let it go when she noticed zoro’s embarrassment.

"So you like her" Luffy finally looking up from the almost gone food

"What? Of course not" he denies again. The sigh of disappointment echoes the room. Poor guy maybe one day he'll realize it right?

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[zincsishere]

The lilymation and think before you sleep drama

...why is the world filled with CUNTS??? Another reason why I don't really share my opinions with people.

This is for the lily fan to keep supporting her and attacking the people in my comments with the rude insults. leave them alone!!

My point with this whole thing is:

1. Lily is in the wrong. You DO NOT send other people to attack someone, no matter what they said about you! You guys are assholes! (I'm talking to a certain amount of people). Just because you don't agree with someone politically or you don't agree with someone at all doesn't mean you attack them or try to affect their source of income when they didn't DO ANYTHING. Sharing your opinion shouldn't be a death sentence.

If you don't agree with someone, try to talk to them first and see if they're worth arguing with in the first place. Most of the people that I was arguing with made the argument pointless and meaningless. It just became a dick measuring contest that I got swept into. I'm an angsty, emotional 14-year-old, and sometimes I let my emotions get the best of me and say shit that I shouldn't be saying. That is my fault, and I'm trying to stop doing that. I'm going to encounter a lot of bad people in my life. That doesn't mean I have to get down and start arguing and fighting with them. Most people just want to fight because they want to fight.

This is more of a personal opinion, but I will say it anyway.

2. TBYS wasn't offensive, and I don't even have to defend him. He defended himself. He made a video explaining himself with evidence to show that he wasn't acting like an asshole or being malicious; he was just giving advice.

This drama is old, but I need to set the record straight. Having opinions (that are well supported with evidence) doesn't make you an asshole, and it doesn't mean you should be attacked! People were trying to show me that he was a "bad guy."

But the evidence they showed me was bullshit. He didn't insult them. He didn't say anything rude. He wasn't doing anything worthy of cancellation. Like I said, I won't accept BS from someone just because I like them. ( aka Melanie Martinez < allegedly sexually abuse someone > and Ariana < she wrecked a relationship then made a song about it saying that she doesn’t care >) If there were something worth incriminating him about, I would've stopped being a fan. But, as I said before, just because someone might be an asshole doesn't mean they deserve to be harassed.

No matter how many times I fucking say this, NO ONE IS LISTENING. DON'T FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE! No one deserves to get hurt or harassed just because of their opinions! "BUT HE SAID-😟😟" "BUT HE DOESN'T SUPPORT—😡😡" "HE'S A BIGOT—-👹👹👹" (coming from someone who has never watched a single fucking video)

Respect... shut up, please. I don't care if you like the guy or not, but what Lily did is not acceptable, and you can't defend that. That doesn't make me a dick rider; it makes me someone who has half brain cells left.

him potentially being “shitty” doesn’t matter. Hold People accountable for their damn actions.

Other people are making videos about this topic, and I'm so glad Lily is getting the consequences she deserves (she doesn't deserve to get doxxed; fans are crazy), but the rest is karma. I'm still waiting for a ukulele apology from that girl.

I'm turning off the comment section. If you DM me insults, I'll just report you. You're clearly not worth arguing with.

P.S. What I mean by he didn't do anything. I mean, he didn't sexually or verbally abuse or assault someone. He wasn't a crackhead doing drugs on the street and putting up fight with fags (I'm a homosexual 😐). He wasn't going around cussing out everyone he knew and saw; he wasn't going around shooting up schools. He was sharing his opinions (opinions that are well supported with science, articles, and experience) and putting people in their place when they were being rude or disrespectful. That's why I like the guy. You don't like him, that's fine, but you can't sit here and defend Lily like she's not an asshole herself. She's just a depressed one. (That sounded really rude, sorry lol)

You think the video fucking sucks. you think he fucking sucks. OKAYYYY but don’t act like Lily’s actions were agreeable just because you didn’t like his video or because you don’t agree with what he said. if you wanna argue about that, just go to his channel and confront him about it. he would happily defend his ass.

-Not the lily fans threatening to hurt and rape me yet I’m the bad guy here for not agreeing with someone trying to hurt and harass someone’s career then they want to claim that ALL TBYS fans are “right wing, dumb asshole who are bigot and ignorant” :) I’m turning off my notifications

Before you say anything, you have no idea who I am. Stop saying that I support Lily being doxxed or getting raped. I never said that. I said Lily should get 'consequences for her actions'. I have said countless times that I don't support her getting rape/doxxed threats and neither does thing before you sleep. ( you guys all know by now how crazy and obsessive fans can get when it comes to their idol or their favorite person. those types of fans can’t be controlled even if the creator actively tell them to stop. ) ( this should be argument lily should get consequences for her actions as a YouTuber she knows how crazy fans can get yet she actively told her fans to go harass and flagged a smaller creator because he didn’t like his video he could’ve gotten death threats and rape threats from her young fans. ) She ACTIVELY told her crazy fans to harass without watching any of his videos he told his fans to leave her alone. HOW IS SHE INNOCENT HERE?!?!

You guys keep putting words in my mouth, just finding excuses to dehumanize and make me be viewed as a bad person just for disagreeing with you. I'm a young SA victim, and I was almost raped at a very young age. The fact that you guys skipped over everything that I said just to assume that I condone raping and doxxing is beyond me. I'm saying this again “I DONT WANT LILY TO JUST DOXXED OR R@PE THREATS NEITER DOESNT SEAN (TBYS)”

Thanks before you sleep wouldnt actively go out of his way to make Lily because he wouldn't benefit from it, and because he wouldn't do it. he's not that type of person. Please just watch the video. ( without anger/hate and LISTEN TO WHAT HE SAYS ) because if you actually did watch the video, you would know that it wasn’t hateful or misleading of Lily’s character things that he said about her character are things that she said about herself.

Old non-crazy fans of Lily agree with think before you sleep because they actually watched his video and see that there were something wrong with.

He complemented her and explained parts that he liked about her and gave her advice (more like his fans) about health and fitness, since he has a lot of experience in that area. That's all he did - give constructive criticism and advice. He didn't tell his fans to actively go attack her. While Lily didn't watch the video and told her fans to go to his video that she did not watch, mine you, to go for reported cyberbullying. YouTubers work very hard on their videos, editing and scripting. That to just go down the shitter, and he wouldn't get paid for the work. And Lily is an online creator. She should know that if she's gonna send a huge number of people to go report his video, they're going to do way more than just report his video and they're gonna harass the living shit out of him. You're telling me that she, “a person who is a victim of cyberbullying and harassment because of someone that she used to be friends/dating a manipulative and crazy person”, doesn't know how crazy people can be about their favorite creators to the point of bullying and harassing someone to suicide? She had to go to a freaking mental hospital because of it and you’re telling me that she did not know what she was doing ???l I know this information because I'm an old fan of hers. Her videos brought me comfort, and I watched tons of her videos. I'm still shocked by this behavior. How are you gonna send your crazy ass fans to go bully and harass someone? You were just bullied and harassed yourself online to the point where you had to go to the mental hospital. Like, she is fucking deranged or something.

I truly believe she did that with malicious intent and tried to frame herself as a good person getting bullied by this 'bigot misogynistic fatphobic racist YouTuber.🥺' She knew what she was doing. She should've talked like a proper adult instead of getting a massive group of 2000 people to secretlyharass and ban his video. I wish you could see it how I see it, but creators know what they're doing with these parasocial relationships. The video was harsh, but it wasn't spreading any lies. He gave his evidence, his sources, and he was nice but constructive. Yeah, it's kind of unwanted advice, but it's his video. He can do whatever he wants on it as long as he's make center whole campaign of people to hurt her.

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#lilymation #youtube #tbys #i hate it here #girl rotting #common sense

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

Okay bestie listen, I've been into exes to lovers lately and I had an idea just sitting in my brain. Imagine G!P Yuqi breaking up with her girlfriend and months later they meet at the party of their mutual friend and they avoid each other but then she sees G!P Minnie or G!P Shuhua (you can choose) just hitting shamelessly on reader and she gets mad and drags her ex girlfriend away just to completely ruin her because of how jealous she got (Female reader if it's alright)

Have a nice day/night❤

Hello bestie, sorry for making you wait so long for this request. This period I wasn't feeling like writing, but trying again is the best way to start again, right? And then this blog has a special connection with G!P Idles at this point 🙈

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Make up for my mistakes

G!P Yuqi X Fem!Reader (feat. G!P Shuhua)

Genre: smut, maybe slightly angst.

It's funny how the person you consider the most important in your life can disappear out of nowhere. Well, that isn't completely right, the heartbreak and the end of your relationship was in the air since months. The reason? Always the same. Yuqi couldn't give you the time and the attention you needed and deserved. But how could she? The comeback, the promotion and the tour sucked her life away from her body, and even sending a simple goodmorning text was too difficult for her schedule.

So one day, you just called her. "It's over", that's what you said to her. A five minute call and your years-long relationship ended "out of nowhere". And after? What happened? Nothing, to be honest. Both of you went ahead with your life. Even when she returned in the city, you simply ignored each other. You were still too angry at her and she knew she fucked up so bad.

But certain things can't really end without a proper talk, especially when fate has its own plan. In fact in the last month you met Yuqi really often, at the cafè, at the market, at the club, everywhere you go, you always meet her. For a moment you also thought about her stalking you, but honestly everytime she was surprised as much as you. "Fine, I'll simply ignore her", you said to yourself, but, once again, fate had other plans for you two.

You were at one party, Miyeon invited you there and you couldn't simply say no to her, because, despite the break-up with Yuqi, Miyeon was too precious as friend and she really missed you. Obviously also the other members were there and they were all super kind with you, especially one: Shuhua. Now, the maknae was living her fuckboy era and you were happy about her renewed confidence, but you didn't expect her to hit on you.

Like, you knew her since she was a shy little bean and you look her grow up and become a stunning woman, but for some reason(maybe the alcohol, maybe her very revealing dress) you were alright with her trying to bring you to her bed. You two flirted all night, you two danced together, she even grinded her bulge on your ass in various occasions. And when you decided to go all-in, you closed your eyes, catched your breath, ready to meet her lips from a moment to another...

...but the kiss never arrived. Instead you just heard an heavy noise and someone screaming. You opened your eyes again and what you saw made you gasp: Yuqi was towering over Shu, that was now on the floor. Her eyes had no more lust on them, but only fear, because Yuqi was absolutely furious.

"What do you think you're doing?", you asked to Yuqi, pushing her shoulder, trying to defend the maknae. "Shut up, I'm not talking with you", she answered without looking in your direction. "Of course, you never talked to me, even when we were together", your anger speak out for you. This time Yuqi looked at you and you could see all the emotions switching up on her face: surprise, sadness, anger, decision.

"Let's talk then", she said grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the first empty room she found. "Stop, let me go, now!", you tried to order but Yuqi was having none of it after what she saw. "No, I won't let you fuck my members", she screamed in your face. "At least someone fucks me", you shouted back, but you immediately regretted your choice, seeing the smirk on the girl face.

"Ohhhh~, so this is the problem, uh? I'm gonna solve it soon", her smirk was almost sadic at this point. "Song Yuqi, don't you daaaaa~", your warning was never finished due to the moans that the kiss of Yuqi on your neck provoked. "Stop, stop... don't stop~", the way you changed idea the moment her hands started wondering around your body seemed proper of a sitcom, but anyone watching could tell that this was for sure another genre.

"These were the attention you were lacking, my bad for not understanding, sweetie", she said groping your ass. That made you at the same time weak and crazy, so crazy that you put your tongue in her mouth. You two were making out as teenagers, but you were so needy at that point that your clothes down there were soaked, but you were not the only one excited: you could feel the hard cock of the girl through the texture of her trousers.

You knew that making out session really hit the right button for Yuqi, because she pushed you on the floor and unbuckled her pants, taking out her giant cock. You knew what was going to happen...the moment you got on your knees, she was slapping your face with it. "How you dare break up with me? You're my bitch", she said between her teeth, before slipping her dick inside your mouth.

If you were expecting her to contain herself...well, you were hella wrong. You were not sucking her cock, she was fucking your face. And she was thrusting so hard with her hips that your head would have probably hit the wall if it hadn't been for Yuqi hands keeping you glued to her crotch. "I can't believe your slut lips were about to kiss another member", now she was fully unhinged, keeping to move without caring about you lacking oxygen. But you resisted until eventually she sprayed the biggest load of cum directly down your throat.

Now you we're coughing on the floor, finally breathing again, even if you were lacking energies to move. Yuqi instead was a force of nature, still far from being satisfied, so she roughly took your pants away, probably ruining them in the meanwhile, leaving you half-naked on the floor.

And still on the floor the action continued because she took advantage of your booty in the air to get behind you and putting her hard dick inside of you. It was raw, animalistic sex and...you were loving it so bad. Being used as an object by your ex was so wrong...but it felt so good and you wouldn't change this moment for nothing in the world.

The flow of your thoughts was interrupted by a slap of Yuqi. "Moan for me, whore, make everybody know you're my property", she groawled in your ear, before pulling your hair from behind. "Ahhhh~, yes yes, I'm Yuqi slut, all my holes are hers", you moaned and screamed so loudly that probably everyone at party heard it, despite the loud music.

Yuqi kept going until, for the second time in a couple of minutes, she emptied her balls inside you, making your pussy leak, for the quantity she released. "Don't even think I'm finished with you", she said, streching, before turning your body that was laying with the face on the floor.

Now you were facing her that unexpectedly kissed you with love and not with lust. "I'm going to make you mine again", she whispered in your ear, before returning to ruin you, putting her cock once again inside you. You were already full of her cum but that didn't stopped the girl from Beijing to keep fucking you until she creampied you while looking directly in your eyes.

You didn't know if you were back together officially after the party, but you knew was for sure that hadn't been the last night you two spent together.

~~~

I hope you like it, bestie. I probably went a bit crazy, but it was my first smut in a long time 😅💙

Zazá

#ask me anything #kpop #kpop girls #kpop smut #gidle yuqi #gidle smut #yuqi smut

[noirvette]

WE NEVER EXISTED

[band smau]

[SEVENTEEN]

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cw: talk about depression but no in depth detail.

Heidi sighed, nervous. Nichole had asked her to meet up and she had no clue about what. Well, she had an inkling but she hoped it wasn't about the podcast episode that went up yesterday.

She was surprised to hear of Cartman hosting ANOTHER podcast episode today. Normally they only did one episode a week, sometimes two if it was a particular exciting week but even so that had at least a few days in between.

"Heidi."

Heidi looks up and sees Nichole, "Oh! Nichole hey!"

"Cut that shit out, did you know?" Nichole asks and crosses her arms.

A look of shock runs over Heidi's face briefly, "Wh? What are you talking about?" Heidi stutters.

"Y/n. And Kenny? Hello? The podcast last night? Did. You. Fucking. Know?" Nichole grits out.

"No! NO! Oh my god I swear I had NO clue whatsoever!" Heidi exclaims, "I wouldn't EVER have participated in that podcast if I knew what Cartman was planning, I swear!"

Nichole stares down at Heidi with a hard stare, "Heidi. Be straight with me here."

"I am! I am! Nichole oh my god please believe me." Heidi pleads.

Nichole clicks her tongue, "You do the logistics behind that podcast Heidi. Sorry I'm a bit apprehensive to believe you, there's no way Cartman orchestrated that entire episode ON his own."

"Okay.. okay look, I don't know how Cartman had this whole thing planned, I didn't even expect Red to show up at the stupid podcast either and share her piece. If I had known ANYTHING I would've shut that down so quickly, Nicky you have to believe me." Heidi speaks quickly, voice softening a bit at the end, cracking.

Nichole sighs and sits besides Heidi, "Then how did Cartman of all people, get this information.. and HOW did he do this."

Heidi racks her brain, "There..there was a mystery caller, uhhh.. a while ago, said they had some world shattering news or something stupid like that to Cartman. Asked if... if uhh.. if friends or fame was more important? As like, like a test of sorts," Heidi plays with her hands unsure of how to continue, "Do.. do you think whoever that was.. may have had the information?"

"Well.. we could assume that caller was Red?"

Heidi ponders that for a second, "The caller sounded male.. I mean there was a voice changer on it but it didn't sound like Red on a voice changer.."

"So there's someone else out there that KNEW Red and Kenny had a thing going on..but why tell Cartman? Why not gather the evidence and go straight to Y/n?" Nichole wondered aloud.

Heidi shrugs, "I wish I knew.. listen if I knew that Cartman had that information I would've started unplugging everything. I literally walked into the studio and Cartman was already hosting the episode and there sat Red.. and before I knew it, Cartman and Red were already talking about Kenny."

"I saw the podcast episode, I thought it was somewhat scripted that you were coming in shocked, listen I'm sorry.. Y/n is in a state of despair and I just.. I know coming to you accusatory wasn't right of me but.." Nichole sighs, "I want to figure out who is trying to hurt Y/n and for a second there I thought maybe you were the one or at least knew more information.. I'm sorry for the doubt Heidi."

"It's okay Nichole! I'd be the same way, I've been trying to figure out who the caller was but Cartman won't let up with the information."

Heidi pauses, "Oh my god! He's going live right now!"

"He's.. what." Nichole slowly raises her head to look at Heidi.

"Yes! He's got an episode planned right now! A live one? I think. I told him I was busy today and couldn't attend and he just waved me off and let me go."

"Can you guys BELIEVE, Reify? Canceling the rest of their state tours! Have you guys even gotten your money back?" Cartman asks the group in his chat.

Cartman loves this section of his live podcasts, the part of it where he turns to fans to ask them questions. People asking him HIS thoughts on matters and in turn him asking questions (and only choosing answers that fulfill his hateful agenda) has always validated his need for fame, for status.

"Oh thank you mm_panles for your answer; you say you HAVEN'T gotten your money back?" Cartman hums, "Well that's a shame! Seems like Reify are a bunch of greedy money hungry bastards huh? Well.. I'm certain we can see why."

Cartman continues reading the chat of the current, ignoring any comments that allude to how Reify has returned the money for those who are returning tickets.

"Yo, chat look at the user connor_conned, look at what he said haha, fuckin loser." Cartman snickers, munching on a small bag of popcorn as he continues reading.

"Right well," Cartman clears his throat, "Reify certainly has let down a lot of people. Speaking of letting down people, let's all give a shoutout to Kenny McCormick for possibly being the BIGGEST let down of the centuryyyyyy, bro does not know how to keep a woman."

Cartman munches on popcorn before continuing, "Speaking of, you gotta hand it to him, he managed to get not only Y/n L/n, a BASSIST for a band, albeit it being Reify, but also Red McArthur, a MODEL, everyone give him a round of applause real quick."

Cartman stifled a laugh as the chat split in two; people actually giving applause emojis and people going "bro that wasn't funny".

Rolling his eyes at those who claimed he wasn't being funny he sighed, "If you guys are gonna be lame this time you're free to leave. No one wants you hear anyway, chat boo the ones being lame as hell right now."

Cartman's phone started ringing, "Oh jesus christ, sorry everyone call ale.." Cartman trails off, before chuckling, "You guys are never going to believe who this is.." and the chat goes insane trying to guess who the caller is.

Cartman pauses for dramatic affect before continuing, "Stanley fucking Marsh."

Stan and Clyde couldn't help but sit in silence trying to figure out the mess that is going on. The friend group was in rough shambles, with many people blocking Kenny, Stan not being one of them, not that anyone but Kenny probably knew that.

"Dude.. has Y/n said anything to you? Anything at all?" Clyde asks.

Stan shakes his head, "No bro, nothing. Kyle and Nichole both said their attempts haven't worked. I just.." Stan sighs.

Stan is in a state of complete chaos. He has no clue how you're feeling right now, you've gone through so much in the past few weeks.. too much for one person to handle. Stan had no clue how he'd react if all of this happened to him like how it has for you.

Stan thinks back to the stalker, in all honesty it'd been on his mind ever since it happened and he's been slowly trying to figure out who the stalker could be in his mind... and with the bulletin board in his room.

He knows for sure it couldn't be Kyle, Clyde, Nichole, Bebe, or Wendy. He knows for sure it's not Kenny anymore nor would it be Red considering recent events. He knows Craig and Tweek are out of the picture for that, considering they had no reason too stalk you NOR would they ever, plus their alibi was tight.

Everyone else was up for debate..but Stan was so tired of the mess, of the drama that he hasn't given the stalker much of a thought.

"..ude? Yo! Stanley Marshhhhh." Clyde drawls on.

Stan perks up, "Hu..? Oh Clyde sorry man what's up?" He scratches his neck awkwardly.

"Nice dream huh?" Clyde jokes, "Listen to this shit, Cartman's going live."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me.. let me see that." Stan reaches over to grab Clyde's phone and checks the tweet, "Oh my god. That little bitch weasel."

Clyde takes his phone back and opens the link for the podcast and starts watching it. Stan moves himself closer to Clyde and they listen in on Cartman's ramblings as he talks about the disappoint that Reify is for their actions of canceling the rest of the tours.

Clyde scoffs, "Classic Cartman... bank on everyone's misfortune. Like always."

Stan feels anger bubbling underneath his skin. How dare he. How fucking dare he. This was all Cartman's fault.. well Kenny's for cheating in the first place but Cartman's out here airing everyone's dirty laundry like he doesn't have a mountain of horrendous shit underneath him.

How dare he drag Reify through the mud? Stan's pride and joy? This band is his family and Cartman just comes through knocking down everything Stan has done to help build Reify? Everything Kyle has done? Clyde? Nichole? Y/n?

Y/n...

Stan feels his anger dissipate, he can hear Clyde continuing to rant about how awful Cartman is but his mind is on you again. What if you saw this? How would you feel? None of this was your fault but he was sure you had heavy guilt that you're the reason for this.

He texts you quickly, another "Please tell me if you're doing okay, I'm here for you Y/n, I need to know you're doing okay." and sighs. There was no way you'd respond and he knew that. He just was hoping.

Unfortunately he lacked a key to go over to your house and a part of him assumed that if he went over there, there's no guarantee you'd let him in even. He knows the feeling too well of self wallowing pity, of being self deprecating, of depression.

He sighs and looks back up at Clyde, who is still on a rant about Cartman, Kenny now included and he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for not blocking Kenny like everyone else.. but he can't bring himself to end years of a friendship.. not quite yet.

"Let's call Cartman." Stan pipes up.

Clyde looks at him confused, "The fuck? Why would we waste our energy on that bozo?"

Stan shrugs, "Cuz, I need to tell him how much of a bitch he is."

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#we never existed series #south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader

[pumpumdemsugah]

I was watching this Black woman talk about how this baddie aesthetic is ageing young girls and I was nodding along and then she's like ' city girls aesthetic is masculine' 'i was in my masculine energy ' brain rot

Shut the fuck up about masculine energy and describe what you actually see

The way this masculine energy shit is melting the brains of Black women. I don't want to have to guess what the fuck you're talking about. Please with this dumb dumb pseudo spiritual garbage

You can use the word aggressive or hypersexual. You can use the word explicit. They're not masculine, you're just stupid and essentially saying any version of femininity that isn't this woo woo soft crystal shit is masculine, which is dumb. They're wearing make-up and doing all the beauty shit. Some Black women love to make good points then decide to say goofy shit borderline pick me shit.

I keep seeing Black women want to escape one box and backflip into another because it touches a nerve. So many Black women are so fixated on proving we're not like X, many Black women aren't even trying to find themselves or allowing complexity. There is no one way we have to exist to be true to the person we are. We don't have to spend all our time going out our ways to prove we're not like those hypersexual Black women, we just have to live and let Black girls know you don't have to sexualise or objectify yourself to find yourself or explore your sexuality. But straight Black women will name everything as a problem but sexism and misogyny. We struggle so much as women to see that our issues are because we're women so use idiotic explanations instead.

Please stop trying to push feminine self help shit on Black women. We don't need another form of consumerism wrapped in self help, we need resources, connection, therapy, compassion and security. I'm not going to buy your ebook or listen to your dumb ass podcast. The hard work of self discovery won't be found on a 24yros 2 minute video. Dig deeper.

#blah #black women #misogyny #misogynoir #black feminism

[princncess]

I'm naked, tied up sitting down, my back against a wall, and my legs pulled forward a bit so I'm slightly leaned out. My arms are tied above my head, and my sore pussy leaks fresh cum. A recently satisfied woman stands to the side of my torso, pointing a gun directly at my forehead. I beg her with big teary eyes to let me go.

"Please, you got what you wanted, please don't, I promise I won't tell anyone, not the police, not a therapist, no one!" She would have interrupted most people with a bullet, but she likes the way I beg.

"Tsk, aww, promise?" My eyes gain a sliver of hope.

"Yes, yes, I promise! Not my best friend, nobody!"

"Mmh, swearing up and down, you're just too cute to kill..." She lets her arm go slack and her gun points down. I gasp and almost smile. "Quickly." BANG! In relaxing her arm, she had really just pointed her gun down at my stomach, aiming for a spot right above my bellybutton. I scream and she bites her lip in response. "Fffuck yes, bleed for me~!" I shut my eyes tight and breathe fast, moaning in pain and squirming against my restraints.

She crouches down, then sits next to me. "Mmmh, I was enjoying watching your tears trail down your face, but watching your blood stain your pale skin is, mmh..." She smears one of the bloody trails across my stomach with the tip of her gun. "So much better..." She puts her gun to the side, and wraps her arm closest to me around my back, groping my opposite breast. Her other hand moves to my wound, spilling blood, to draw circles around it and further smear the blood with her fingertips, feeling my stomach rise and fall with my pained breaths.

"Really brings out the green in your eyes, c'mon, open them up. I know it hurts." I don't, and she puts her fingertip inside the bullet wound. "Now. If you think this hurts, then disobey and see what that feels like." I open my eyes and look at her, with a soft "Please..."

"'Please,' nothing, baby, it's over." She wipes tears from my face, leaving blood in their place. She puts her finger back down and slowly works her way into my new hole, feeling me squirm, listening to me whine and whimper. She lays her head on my shoulder as if we were tender lovers.

"Please stop... Just kill me if you're going to..."

"Mmmh, but we already discussed that I'm not letting you get away that quickly..." She grabs her gun again, and points them at my legs. "You're just too cute!" she punctuates each word but the first with a shot into my soft thighs. I scream and squirm, and she shoves her blood-soaked fingers into my open mouth until I gag. I sob around them.

She sits up to feel my legs, running both her hands across my bloody thighs. My pained and humiliated noises are muffled by my arms turned to cover my face. After she's satisfied with my legs, and the blood has mixed nicely with her cum, she straddles my pelvis, pulls my mouth open, and shoves her gun inside. I stare off to the side, waiting for it to finally be over.

Rather than shooting up through my brain, she turns her gun down, shooting through my tongue and jaw and into my throat. I scream, if one can consider the yelp followed by gargling to be a scream. She moans and bites her lip, not that I could see her do so with my eyes fluttering and rolling back into my head. "Fuck, you're so hot!" I don't register her comment, too busy gasping, choking on blood, and convulsing.

She smears her finger across the river of blood leaking from my throat, and uses it to draw a little heart-crosshair on my forehead, then sticks her gun in the middle of it. "Ready baby?" I just continue to twitch, choke, and gargle. "Mhh, alright, you're getting boring anyway."

Bang.

#princncess writing

[nayeonie99]

Sana x Dahyun / Mechanic

"Unnie". Dahyun heard her best friend Chaeyoung call her.

"Yeah?". She called back and continued working on a customers car. Chaeyoung and her were working at a workshop over the summer break.

"There is a snobby girl who is making a fuss right now. Could you please talk to her, otherwise I will shove her Prada bag up her ass". Chaeyoung said and Dahyun slid out from under the car.

Chaeyoung may be small, but this girl had the strength of a body builder when she was angry. Dahyun was always the more calmer one between the both of them.

"Yeah, of course". She said and walked to the front of the workshop.

A tall girl with dark brown hair was leaning against a car, a black Porsche to be exact. She was absolutely beautiful.

"Finally". The girl let out a sigh and straightened herself.

"Hello, how can I help you?". Dahyun asked and the girl looked her up and down.

"My car broke down". She said and pointed to her black Porsche.

"Alright, you can wait here. I'm still working on a car right now, but it won't take too long. If you want, my coworker Chaeyoung can take a look at it, then you don't have to wait". Dahyun said.

„I will definitely not let this dwarf take a look at my Porsche". The girl said and scoffed.

Chaeyoung glared at her.

"Alright, then wait here. I think I still need like twenty till thirty minutes, then I can take a look at your car".

"Are you serious? Do you know who I am?". She asked and placed her hand on her hip.

"Umm, no. Should I know you?". Dahyun asked and lifted her brows.

"My dad is the owner of Minatozaki Industry's". She said as if that's the most obvious thing on the world.

Of course Dahyun knew the company she was talking about. But she decided to tease her a bit, since she's been such a bitch.

"No sorry, never heard of that. How about you Chae?". Dahyun asked and looked towards her best friend.

"Nope". Chaeyoung played along and the girls face was turning red from anger.

"Listen you two bimbos. If I don't get my car fixed in the next few minutes, I will sue your asses down. Was that clear enough for your two brain cells?". She said and folded her arms in front of her chest.

To say Chaeyoung and Dahyun were in disbelief was an understatement.

"You can't sue us". Dahyun scoffed and slid her hands in her pockets.

"Oh is that so?". She asked and walked closer to Dahyun. Their faces were dangerously close, the tension was raising between them.

"Yeah". Dahyun calmly said and the girl leaned forward, their noses were almost touching.

"You don't know what I'm capable of, so watch me...". Her eyes darted down to her name tag, "Dahyun". She ended her sentence.

"Step back princess". Dahyun breathed out, her hands pushed her shoulders slightly.

"Don't you dare touch me with those filthy hands ever again". She hissed at her.

"Umm guys". They heard Chaeyoung say, but neither Dahyun or her payed Chaeyoung any attention.

"How about I finish your car Hyunie? And you take a look at hers". Chaeyoung said.

The girl in front of Dahyun smirked at her.

"Now that's what I call nice customer service". She said and stepped back, "Here you go love". She said and pressed her car keys into Dahyun's hand.

"Enjoy sitting inside of a Porsche for once in your pathetic life". Her smile grew.

Dahyun rolled her eyes and stomped towards the car.

"I don't know". The girl said and rolled her eyes. Dahyun took a deep breath, this girl was getting on her nerves. She tried starting the engine, but it instantly turned off again.

"Sounds like your spark plugs are broken". She said and got out of the car, opening the lid.

"Wow, applause". The girl said and clapped her hands together sarcastically.

"Can you please shut the fuck up for a second?". Dahyun glared at her, "Just shut your fucking mouth, okay?". She said and took out the old spark plugs.

"Excuse me?". The girl scoffed at her.

"Yeah, you heard what I said. Girls like you annoy the fuck out of me". Dahyun said and grabbed two new spark plugs to put them in.

"Girls like me? As if you ever met a girl like me".

"Yeah, you're right, I've never met a girl like you. You're worse than the ones I've met so far, and since you act like a fucking brat, I don't want to ever meet someone like you again".

"What did you just call me?".

Dahyun finished everything and slammed the lid shut, "A fucking brat". She said and the girl glared at her.

"Now be a good girl and shut up for a second, okay?". She said and the girl didn't know what to say after that.

Dahyun sat back down into the car and wanted to start the engine, when Chaeyoung called her.

"Hyunie, I'm done with your car. I'm gonna head home, alright? I promised Mina I'd take her to the beach". Chaeyoung called from the back.

"Yeah, of course. Have a nice evening Chae". Dahyun called and Chaeyoung waved at her, before she left the workshop.

Dahyun was alone with miss perfect now. She put the key back into the ignition hole and started the engine. She couldn't help the smirk forming on her lips.

Everything sounded perfect.

When she turned the engine back off and got out of the car, she slammed the door shut.

"Took you long enough". The girl said and snatched the key from Dahyun's hand.

"You're welcome". Dahyun smiled sarcastically at her. She walked to the sink to wash her hands.

"What's your name?". She asked and the girl stared at her.

"Why should I tell you?".

"Since I fixed your car this fast, you could at least tell me your name". Dahyun said and the girl rolled her eyes.

"Sana". She said and pulled her wallet out of her purse.

"What do I have to pay?". Sana asked.

"500$".

"You're joking, right?". Sana scoffed.

"No, why should I be joking?". Dahyun said and lifted up her eyebrows.

"You know...isn't there a different way to pay you?". Sana asked and slid her hand up and down Dahyun's arm.

"Are you serious?". Dahyun laughed.

"Look, my father blocked my credit cards". Sana said and Dahyun could tell she was embarrassed by this.

"Wow, and yet you still have such a bratty attitude". Dahyun smirked.

"Shut up". Sana rolled her eyes.

"How about you put your mouth to better use then?". Dahyun asked and Sana looked at her, clearly confused for a second.

"Eh? Oh". Sana's eyes widened when she realised what Dahyun meant.

Dahyun pulled her closer by her waist.

Sana's breath hitched.

"You know...we never met before, but I never met someone as annoying as you". Dahyun said and pushed Sana towards her car.

"Give me your keys". She said and Sana shakily grabbed her keys out of her purse.

Dahyun opened the door of the car and sat down. Her hands opened the button and zipper of her pants, pulling them down to her ankles.

Sana's eyes widened when she saw Dahyun's cock through her boxers. Dahyun slid her fingers into the waistband of her boxers, pulling them down to her ankles as well.

"Come here". She said and grabbed Sana's wrist, "Kneel down".

"Are you crazy? I won't get my knees dirty".

"Okay, then give me the money and you can go". Dahyun smirked at her.

"You fucking twat". Sana said and kneeled down. She grabbed Dahyun's cock in her hand, pumping up and down.

Dahyun bit her lip and watched her. Sana may have a bratty attitude, but she is absolutely beautiful, especially from this close.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this". Sana scoffed in disbelief and glared at Dahyun.

Dahyun grabbed Sana's chin between her fingers, "I think you talked enough for today. Put it in your mouth".

Sana slapped Dahyun's hand away from her chin and leaned down to take the tip of her cock in her mouth.

Dahyun let out a sigh and grabbed the back of her head. Sana took it completely in and started sucking.

"Mmm yes, just like that baby". Dahyun hummed and started fucking Sana's throat, Sana's hands pressed down on Dahyun's thighs for support.

"You take my cock so good". Dahyun said and Sana was gagging already.

"Fuck". She moaned out and thrusted a few more times into Sana's mouth before she came.

"Good girl". Dahyun said after Sana swallowed her cum. Sana stood up and cleaned her knees.

"Asshole". She said and glared at Dahyun.

"We aren't done yet". Dahyun said and slid the seat backwards, "Get in".

"Are you fucking serious?". Sana said and climbed into the car. Dahyun pulled her skirt up her hips, her fingers slid Sana's slip down her endless long legs.

"Let me see your pussy". Dahyun said and Sana blushed at her words. She turned around and leaned over the steering wheel.

"Damn, look at how wet you are". Dahyun grinned and parted her lips with her thumbs.

"What's wrong princess? No more attitude from you?". She asked and blew against Sana's clit, making her legs shake.

"F-Fuck you". Sana stuttered out and Dahyun smirked, "No, I'm gonna fuck you". She said and sucked Sana's clit in her mouth.

"O-Oh my god". Sana moaned out. Dahyun's arms wrapped around her thighs, to keep her close. Her tongue slid through Sana's folds, collecting her wetness.

"F-Fuck". Sana cried out. Her wetness coated her thighs already.

"Mmm". Dahyun hummed against her clit, making her cry out. She turned Sana around, so she's facing Dahyun.

"Get on top of me". She said and Sana quickly climbed onto her lap. Sana's arms wrapped around Dahyun's neck, while Dahyun slid her tip teasingly through Sana's soaking wet folds.

"Put it in already". Sana breathed out and let out a squeal when Dahyun slammed into her.

"Ohhh fuck". Sana moaned into her ear when Dahyun began pounding her.

"Does that feel good baby?". Dahyun asked and spanked her ass. Sana nodded against Dahyun's neck and Dahyun pulled her head back by her hair.

"Look into my eyes while I fuck you". She said and Sana's eyes were hooded with pleasure.

"Mmm". Sana moaned out and looked straight into Dahyun's eyes. Dahyun's stomach clenched together at the way Sana was staring at her. She had beautiful, brown eyes, a cute nose and plump lips.

"Fuck". Dahyun groaned out and bit her lip, Sana's eyes glanced down to Dahyun's lips.

Dahyun grabbed the back of Sana's neck to pull her down into a kiss. Their skin was slapping together harshly, Sana's moans got louder and louder.

"Fuck, just like that". Sana groaned and scratched her nails down the back of Dahyun's neck. Dahyun's hands spanked both of her ass cheeks harshly.

"Are you gonna cum for me baby?". Dahyun asked and spanked her again.

"Mmm fuck, yes". Sana breathed out.

"Say my name". Dahyun said and grabbed the back of Sana's neck to press their foreheads together.

"D-Dahyun". Sana moaned out and clenched her hands in Dahyun's shirt.

"That's right". Dahyun breathed out and thrusted a few more times into her, before Sana came with a loud moan. Dahyun pulled out and came onto her back.

"Fuck, that skirt was from Prada". Sana shakily breathed out and let go of Dahyun's shirt.

Dahyun pulled Sana's slip back up and fixed her skirt. Sana got out of the car on shaky legs.

While Sana was getting out, Dahyun pulled her boxers and pants back up and pushed the car seat back to the front.

She climbed out of the Porsche and handed Sana the keys back.

"Have a good ride". Dahyun said and Sana smirked at her.

"Thank you, but I already had the best ride of my life right now". Sana said and pecked Dahyun's cheek gently.

Dahyun blushed and watched Sana getting in her car. Sana rolled her window down and looked at Dahyun, pushing her black Prada sunglasses up her nose.

"Have a good evening, Dahyun". Sana said and smirked at her.

"You too, Sana". Dahyun said and Sana drove away.

#twice smut #twice sana #twice dahyun #twice #kpop #g!p

[u-look-beautiful-today]

My new fixation (until Owl House returns) is now the new show Wednesday and specifically the Wednesday and Enid (Wenclair) ship. The shows not even out and yet my stupid monkey brain has latched onto it and you all will suffer with this.

This is purely some Wenclair scenes I hope plays out in some way:

1. Wednesday does not like to be touched, unless by family or if she initiates it. And I'm sure that Enid will probably be the opposite, but I also hope that Enid will respect Wednesday's boundaries. I can see a short scene of Enid maybe grabbing Wednesday's shoulder and as usual Wednesday threatens her and says never to touch her again. So from that point on, Enid then interferes with anyone else that tries to touch Wednesday.

Character A: "Let's go check this out!" *goes to grab Wednesday's hand*

Enid *leaping over and smacking their hand away*: "absolutely not! Wednesday does not like to be touched and she would appreciate it if you don't!"

Wednesday *after a beat of silence and judgment*: "Thank you, Enid. I may rethink my carefully thought out premeditated murder I had planned for you"

Enid *the embodiment of a happy dog wagging its tail*

2. This other one is a bit more absurd and purely Wenclair delusion fuel. But, it seems like Wednesday might also be an outcast at Nevermore. This might be due to the fact that she is just not supernatural. We see that there is werewolves, vampires, sirens, etc., that attended this school. Now even though Morticia and Gomez also attended maybe times have changed and the school has shifted into purely supernatural beings. Maybe some of the werewolves start picking on Wednesday (of course she can handle her own) but Enid is too worried about her new friend.

Wednesday is out of the room

She leaves her school jacket hanging

Enid *sprints over and rubs her scent on it*

Character A on video call: "Dude! Did you just scent her stuff?!?"

Enid *flustered and stumbles back over to her laptop*: "s-shut up! Let me explain!"

A: "You scented her!"

Enid: "The pack won't listen to me! They've been harassing her-"

A: "So your solution is to make everyone think she's yours???"

Enid *shoving her hands over the screen, forgetting about the mute button*: "SHUT UP. What if she hears you???"

A: "You are in deep shit. What if someone asks?"

Enid: "We're roommates. I'll just say her stuff got mixed with mine"

A: "That is the lamest fucking thing I've ever heard"

It totally is a lame excuse and Wednesday can smell the scent instantly

*insert scene of a fun confrontation and Enid trying her hardest to lie and deny anything. Wednesday sees through it, but will use this as fuel for possibly later blackmail somehow*

#wednesday #netflix wednesday #wednesday addams #the addams family #enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday x enid #netflix #enid x wednesday

[ackermanbitch]

Teenage Dirtbag (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader) Part 6.5?

a/n: so this is honestly just filler (which is why it's so SHORT) before the part of the fic that takes place during the beginning of homecoming. i dont see the point in writing for the rest of civil war when realistically this is as far as reader would be involved. also not using (y/n) bc i dont like it anymore :D

warnings: arguing?? but it's kind of funny, reader being very much tony's daughter and repressing very real and important emotions

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5

word count: 730 (augh its so short im sorry, next chapter will be the normal length dw )

"Ross wants you in juvie, and honestly, I can't totally blame him! You were assisting war criminals. War. Criminals."

The teen groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose and trying to lean as far away from the boy sitting next to her, wondering why the hell he chose to sit right there when there was an entire private plane for him to roam. "Why didn't you have this conversation with me before I left?" She whispered angrily, adjusting the phone in her hand to speak directly into the microphone.

Regardless of where Peter sat, he would've heard Tony's yapping through the phone in response to being interrupted during a lecture.

"Oh I'm sorry my scolding doesn't line up with your schedule young lady, but this is the only time I could fit in to talk to you, what between all the meetings I'm having in an attempt to keep you out of jail!"

"Can't you, I don't know- tell them I happened to be going for a-... a nice stroll? Walked into the crossfire by mis-" She stumbled over her words, eyes darting to Peter who snorted at her idea before she even finished. He quickly cleared his throat, head turning away so quickly she thought he might've pulled something.

Tony brought his palm up to his forehead, some measly attempt to soothe his growing migraine, "This is not a joke, we're talking about you potentially doing prison time-"

"I've hardly done anything deserving a real charge Dad, they just think I'm going to do something and I obviously won't, seeing as my team of 'war criminals' are in fucking Alcatraz-"

"One, you need to watch your damn language and two, you think I don't know that? Of course I think these allegations are a load of bullshit, it doesn't make it any easier to shut them down." Tony sighed, checking the time on his phone before bringing it back to his ear. "Listen, I have to go, call me when you land and don't let Happy fall asleep. Can't have you two teenagers unsupervised on my private plane."

She glanced at Happy's snoring figure on the other side of the jet, "Yeah, sure, he's wide awake. Love you, bye." She deadpanned, hanging up before Tony could finish reciprocating the sentiment.

She may have forced a mask of indifference, even carelessness, when faced with the consequences but behind all that, her brain felt like a fucking circus. A circus with multiple tornado sirens going off, fires and mass hysteria. Oh, and every clown wore her face. Her stupid, 'rebel against dad' at any chance, war criminal assisting face. She'd rather end up in prison than have to face her dad again. What if he never forgives her for this, what if he never moves on, what if this isn't like every other time she's done something stupid, this could change the course of her li-

"You're not.. actually gonna go to jail, right?" Peter interrupted her raging thoughts, giving her quite the worried stare.

She sighed, fiddling with her phone, "No, he would never let that happen. Not with his troupe of lawyers. I'll get let off with a 'hefty warning'," She emphasized with air quotes, "AKA forty torturous minutes of Cap telling me how I need to make better choices. Though he's stuck in the clink right now so I don't know."

She tried to hide the slight shake to her voice, how it sounded more like she was convincing herself rather than explaining it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Don't tell Mr. Stark I said this but uh- Y'know, he's Captain America, he'll probably break out of there in no time."

She slowly turned her head to look at him, slowly letting a smile break out across her face. "Yeah, maybe. He's pretty crazy. Suuuch a rebellious guy, very anti-government."

Peter shrugged with a hopeful smile, "I don't know, this whole thing started over him not wanting to sign a peace treaty, that seems extremely anti-government."

"I guess you're right Parker, as always." She grinned, ignoring his flushed cheeks at her compliment and letting her eyes drift to Happy.

"You got a marker?"

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taglist: @preciousbabypeter @lily-sinclair-2006 @b-barnes04 @ink-stained-eyes

#peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel x reader #tony stark x daughter reader #tony stark