#He did wake up first and started fuckin shit up and they do call him a Huge Monster

[ddejavvu]

lovesick!eddie swears his heart is about to absolutely explode when he wakes up to finding you humming in the kitchen while making breakfast. Also, lovesick!eddie has talked waynes ear off ab you sm he already starts saving for a wedding 🥹

From the second Eddie bursts through the trailer door, Wayne's digging through his pockets.

"Wayne," Eddie gushes, and the man's hands curl around a stray quarter, "You'll never believe what Y/N just did!"

"'She look at you?" Wayne looks up from where he's wrestling with a penny that doesn't want to come free from where it's tucked under his wallet. Eddie doesn't even take it as a jibe, shaking his head so that his curls go flying everywhere.

"No, I mean- like, yes, but that's not why I'm like this! She bought my favorite flavor of chapstick," He boasts, chest puffed out in pride, "She knows! She knows me 'n she wants me to, like, like her!"

"Yes," Wayne hums, like it's the simplest thing in the world, "That's what'cha do when you're datin' someone. You do things they like."

"I- I know but.. You just don't get it!" Eddie's eyes are shining and Wayne swears he's never looked less intimidating, even with the chains on his belt and the devil on his shirt, "It's big! It's huge," He stresses, and Wayne finally balls up the change in his hands, "It's perfect. She's perfect."

"Happy to hear it, son." Wayne smiles, his voice gruff. He brings the fistful of change over to the table beside the couch, dropping it into a jar where it clinks against a substantial pile of other grungy coins.

"Starting a swear jar, are you?" Eddie breaks out of his lovesick trance only to tease his uncle, "Great fuckin' idea."

"Not a swear jar," Wayne shakes his head, trying not to let on how amused he is by Eddie's brazen quips, "Marriage jar."

"Marriage," Eddie's brows furrow, "Who's getting married? Oh my god, did Ms. Nelson finally call you? Jesus, I gave her the number weeks ago and I thought she'd never use it! For someone so desperate for a washing machine repairman she was real skittish about asking you. Must be your rugged good looks," Eddie knocks his foot into Wayne's where it stretches out on the carpet before him, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Not me," Wayne finally lets himself laugh, nearly kicking Eddie back, "You. You and Y/N," He explains, taking a sip of the beer he's holding, "Every time you come around here talkin' about how the sun shines 'out her ass, I drop my loose change in. Reckon' I can pay for a nice wedding in a week if you keep this up."

It's the first time he's ever seen Eddie speechless. The boy usually has many words to say about any given situation, most of them unsuited for young children. But now he's gaping at Wayne like a fish, a mix of horror and gratitude swirling in his eyes.

"You- You're, like, thinking about that? Our marriage, that is?"

"'Course I am," Wayne laughs gruffly, "I see the way you look at each other. I'm not married m'self, but I know when two people will be."

The atmosphere of the trailer is no longer euphoric or teasing, it's shifted from both to become epiphanic. Eddie lets Wayne's words sink in, blinking slowly as he tries gathering the words.

All he manages is a gentle, sincere, "Thanks, Wayne."

Wayne understands.

"Of course, son."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one-shot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson dialogue #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fanfiction

[steddieas-shegoes]

stay for a while

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is being late to work' and for @steddieholidaydrabbles pop-up event for Valentine's Day

rated e | 815 words | tags: post-sex afterglow, dirty talk, established relationship, domestic fluff

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"You gotta go faster," Steve panted.

"I'm not the one riding me, sweetheart," Eddie replied, equally out of breath.

"Put your back into it."

So Eddie gripped Steve's hips and put his back into it.

When Steve collapsed on top of him, Eddie's cum coating both of their stomachs, they both sighed.

This was the first time they'd managed to have sex in nearly a week. Their schedules were awful lately, and any time they did manage to spend together was usually asleep.

But Steve managed to wake up before his alarm this morning and Eddie was already naked and hard and one thing led to another...

"I'm gonna be late if I don't get up and shower," Steve sighed.

He loved his job as a guidance counselor, but the early mornings sucked. Especially when Eddie didn't have to be at work most days until nine.

Maybe he could call in sick or something today.

"I could join you..." Eddie's teeth nipped his neck teasingly. "Work you up while you wash your hair. Suck you off until you can't feel your legs. Maybe fill you up again and lick you clean."

If Steve's cock wasn't trapped between them, it probably would have given a valiant effort at getting hard again.

"Babyyyyy."

"What?" Eddie kissed his jaw. "I just wanna make up for all the time we've missed this week."

"I know," Steve sat up and looked down at Eddie's sweat-slick chest. "It'll be better next week. I won't be on afternoon pick-up duty and won't have senior meetings to go to."

"And I won't be stuck at the studio with this fuckin' singer who thinks I don't have a life outside of him and his lackluster songwriting skills."

Steve smirked. "Tell me how you really feel."

"I would, but I wouldn't wanna ruin the afterglow, Stevie. You look fuckable."

"I look fucked. There's a difference," Steve leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"Not to me," Eddie pouted. "I could fuck you again. Real quick. Won't even know I'm there."

Steve snorted. "Why are you so horny this morning, Jesus Christ."

"Don't blame him. I just always want you. You're like a potato chip: one is never enough."

"Wow. What a line. I'm melting into a puddle," Steve's monotone voice was interrupted by Eddie's loud laugh. "I'm gonna go shower before you try something."

"But...we still have 30 minutes before you have to go."

Steve glanced at the clock, jumping up and yelping when he realized Eddie hadn't even pulled out all the way yet. "Shit!"

"What?"

"I have a senior meeting this morning! I have less than ten minutes!"

Steve tripped getting out of the bed, his legs still wobbly from riding Eddie for the last 15 minutes.

"Reschedule it!" Eddie yelled after him as Steve ran into the bathroom and started the shower. "Call in sick."

"Not happening! It's Hannah; She's freaking out about college applications as if she won't get in everywhere she applies and if I cancel, she'll spiral," Eddie made his way into the shower as Steve spoke, nodding along to his words, but focused mostly on the way the water was dripping down his body as he rushed to wash his hair. "And then I have a faculty meeting with the rest of the counselors to discuss how we'll implement the new afterschool senior study group because the school board said we can't legally call it a study group unless it's 100% sanctioned by the students, which is just incredibly stupid and also not even remotely important! Like, we're just trying to make sure they can pass their finals, why does it matter what we call it?"

Eddie leaned in to kiss Steve's lips softly, just enough of a brush against them to make him pause.

"Sorry," Steve sighed. "Didn't mean to ramble."

"You know I love when you do, Stevie," Eddie smiled at him, grabbing the shampoo bottle from the shelf to get started on his own hair. "I just hate seeing you so stressed. Kinda wanna help relieve that stress some more."

"Baby, I love you, but if you touch my dick right now, I will murder you."

"Ouch," Eddie clutched his hand to his chest. "Straight to murder over a little handjob in the shower?"

"If that's what has to be done for me to get to work on time."

Eddie sighed. "Fine. I won't touch you. But I'm gonna be sad all day about the lost moments we could've shared."

Steve finished rinsing off the soap on his body and turned to give Eddie a quick peck on the lips. "We can share some moments tonight. Promise."

"Okay, okay. Get out before you're late."

Steve was still late for work, but mostly because he still insisted on packing Eddie's lunch while he was in the shower finishing up. No job was more important than that.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddielovemonth #love is being late to work #dirty talk #established relationship #domestic fluff #post-sex afterglow

[mamawasatesttube]

a snippet of chapter 2 of androecia, complete with meme accompaniment:

“Coffee sounds great.” Tim hesitates, hovering awkwardly just out of arm’s reach. He hates this. He’s not supposed to feel awkward around Kon. “Need me to do anything?”

“Uh…” Kon glances up, clearly searching for a task to assign Tim. “Well, you could take the coffee over to the table if you want, but I got it, honestly, so you can just go sit down if you want.”

Tim likes to feel useful. He takes the coffee to the table.

Kon follows him with the plate of artfully-glazed cinnamon rolls. He doesn’t bump Tim’s shoulder with his own as he passes him, or playfully nudge his shin under the table once they’ve sat. It’s almost like… he doesn’t want to touch him at all. Guiltily, Tim wonders if Kon did notice how rapidly he pulled his hand away after waking up.

But… the cinnamon rolls. His mouth waters. He’ll worry about that in a minute. First, there’s some beautiful pastries on a plate calling his name. His stomach rumbles again, and he stares as Kon pushes the first one onto his plate.

Shit, they really do smell heavenly, and they look it, too; they’re the perfect golden-brown color, drizzled with a tantalizing vanilla topping. Holy shit, Kon is spoiling him.

They sit in silence for a minute or two while Tim ravenously inhales his first cinnamon roll. It tastes like heaven on his tongue—what little of it he actually tastes in his haste to scarf it down, anyway. He doesn’t even bother with utensils; he just grabs that shit with his bare hands and dives right in. By the time it’s gone, his fingers are sticky with cinnamon-sugar and vanilla icing, and he pauses briefly to lick them before he snatches the next cinnamon roll from the serving plate.

Kon eats at a more sedate pace, chuckling as Tim continues stuffing his face like some kind of feral raccoon. “I take that to mean you like ‘em?” he asks, sipping his coffee.

“Howy fuckin’ shi’bawws, yeff,” Tim says, as best he can manage through a large mouthful of cinnamony-sweet goodness.

Kon laughs. “Ma’s astrally projecting through me to tell you not to talk with your mouth full, bro.”

Tim flips him off with a cinnamon-sticky finger, and Kon grins back at him. This, at least, feels normal.

By the time he’s on the third roll, though, he’s much more sated, and his thoughts start to wander from the realm of holy fucking shitballs, yum, get in my mouth forever. He eats more slowly, watching Kon finishing up his second one; the silence is companionable, but not as easy as it should be.

That’s when Tim finally notices that both his coffee and Kon’s are rapidly stirring themselves in their mugs, sitting on the table. That’s a huge red flag that Kon’s nervous. He’s probably so busy trying to keep himself from fidgeting with his body that he’s not paying attention to the outlet his TTK found, or else he was banking on Tim being too distracted by his brunch to notice.

Tim bites the inside of his lip and stares down at the cinnamon roll in his hands. It’s really, really good. Kon made him a scrumptious breakfast after everything he did for him last night. He’s still taking care of him even now. And he’s nervous.

kon: malewife mode engaged tim:

#timkon #rimi writes #tim losing his MIND over homemade cinnamon rolls is just so important to me you know #tim #kon

[lemonandlime22]

Brothers reaction to an Mc that like chilling in weird places

Context: mc likes to chill in weird places, like in the back of the closet, under the table, in the tree in their room, on top/in/under cabinets ect

Warnings: gn!mc, cussing,

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Lucifer

First time seeing this was when he went to your room to ask if you wanted to watch and listen to him play the piano

the first thing he noticed when he walked into your room was that you seemingly weren't there

and as he was about to leave he heard a voice say

"what's up luci, ya need somethin?"

he was like,

wtf...

he turned around but still didn't see anyone until-

"look up, in the tree"

he prob stared at you for like 5 minutes trying to comprehend wtf you were doing up there.

"What in the devil are you doing up there??? get the hell down, you might hurt yourself!"

He thought this was a one time thing until about a week later he saw you eating lunch in the rafters in the cafeteria ceiling

then its basically that video of that one guy trying to get his friend out of a tank,

so just

"Mc. get out of the rafters."

"your not my dad."

"get the hell out of the rafters!"

" you are not my dad"

" I am your dad, get the hell out of the rafters"

etc,,,

He makes sure to keep a very close eye on you from then on for a very long time.

So good luck with that!

Mammon

He was looking for you so you could do some get rich quick scam he fell for

but he couldn't find you anywhere

so he decided to call you to see where you were at

but then he heard ringing from the living room, so he went to check it out

and he found you,

asleep,

under the coffee table.

He honestly didn't think much of it except for

1, you were prob gonna have a sore neck/back from that

2, that you were spending way too much time with Belphe

and 3, how dare you take a nap without him!

he ends up dragging you onto the couch and tucking you in with a blanket

and he sits next you playing on his DDD until you wake up.

The next day he finds you under a desk at RAD reading a book

so he just sits next to you and tells you to read to him.

He doesn't rly mind, as long as your safe an he can be there with you he doesn't care.

Levi

He honestly didn't notice for a long time, for two reasons

1, you hang out in his room a lot and every time you sit in his bathtub bed

and 2, he never leaves his room.

But when he finally goes to touch some grass

he rly just ran out of snacks and akuazon was running late

so heading into the kitchen he felt something was off so he looked around

and,,

"WTF ARE YOU DOING ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE!?!?!"

his yelling scared you and you accidentally dropped your book

to which you demanded he pick it up cause he made you drop it

and you didn't want to get down and try it get back up again

and he responded by grumbling to himself and dragging you down from the fridge and back to his room

where you can weird and safe.

He thinks you are super fuckin weird now... well weirder. He also starts to tattle on you to Lucifer.

Bitch

Satan

Ok but same

he 100% does this too

especially when Lucifer is annoying him.

He was looking for a good spot to read his new book in

he was going to sit in some cabinet in the hallway

but when he got there you were laying down on top of them playing on your DDD

he just shrugged it off and crawled inside the cabinet

neither of you ever said a word about it.

A few days later he was playing with a cat in his room when you just waltzed in

grabbed some random book

and sat down in some random corner of his room that was covered by walls of books,

and he just grabbed said cat and a blanket then sat right next to you.

Its sort of an unwritten rule between the two of you to just chill together whenever one of you is in a weird place.

Asmo

"Wha... what in devildom or you doing here sweetheart.."

That is what he said when he found you in between the couch and the wall

but you didn't answer

ofc you didn't, what kind of cryptid would you be if you did

a shit one.

He just sighed, told you to be careful, and walked away.

Boi is just tired of ya shit

ya know the pic of disgusted tanjiro?

yeah that's him to you rn.

Anyways,,,

a few weeks later he was walking in the halls of RAD on a call with Solomon, he was rambling about the new makeup line he's been working on when he randomly looked up

and found you

SITTING ON A FUCKING CHANDLER-

he couldn't even speak-

"*heavy sigh* Solomon, come get this dumbass human. Their at RAD in a fuckin' chandler! you figure out which one."

he then hangs up and walks away mumbling about how weird you are.

If you couldn't tell already, he is not a fan. and very much done with your weird shit.

Beel

His first time seeing you do your weird shit was when he was getting a snack and found you in one of the top cabinets

"oh hey Mc, could you hand me the peanut butter, please?"

and just leaves you be.

As you'll read in Belphie's-

he is used to Belphie being in weird places so you doing it too doesn't rly change anything.

A little while later he found you and Belphie cuddled up in the back of the coat closet

he just smiled then left to go get some snacks and an extra blanket

then he carefully scooted his way in

so he didn't wake you two up

and sat down leaning agents the wall

so you and Belphie could use him like a pillow.

He worries about your back but other then that he's mostly the same, tho he is a bit more observant so he doesn't accidentally hurt you.

Belphie

Bitch he does that same thing!

you two very often find each other in odd places and just chill together

or sometimes he tells you to get out so he can take a peaceful nap alone.

So there are times when it's like 5 of you in a closet or something

You, Mammon, Satan, Beel, and Belphie

I honestly don't have much to say for Belphie

its p simple,

he doesn't give two shits.

Thats it.

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#obey me #obey me crack #obey me mc #obey me mammon #lol #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me brothers #obey me boys #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me asmo #obey me shall we date #obey me hc

[cable-knit-sweater]

Before The First Light

Rating: T Word count: 884 words Tags: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, nightmares, minor injuries, Steve Rogers needs a hug, (light?) angst

Written for @catws-anniversary || March 26 prompts: on your left, PTSD, endurance

He’s running. 

Steve’s running so fast that even with the serum coursing through his veins, his lungs are starting to burn with the strain of exertion. He barely pays any attention to the bullets whistling past him, dodging and weaving to avoid them, almost just on instinct. It is on instinct. There isn’t much time to think about anything but getting out.

The place is a fucking maze though, so it’s taking longer than he’d planned.  So much for that damn song, he thinks, almost laughing at the irony. So much for being the man with a plan.

He presses on, through endless corridors twisting and turning, Hydra soldiers hot on his heels. Steve thinks that maybe they’ve finally figured it out, judging from the screaming and cursing. That he’s just a diversion so the other Howlies could go to work. 

By now, they’ve definitely set the place to blow.  By now, Steve should’ve made his way out. 

A bullet grazes his shoulder, but he tries to ignore the searing pain as he pushes himself harder, his heart hammering in his chest. 

Suddenly, he’s outside, the building exploding behind him. He’s hit with a blast of air, pressure, heat, but it just propels him forward faster. There’s still no time to think. 

There’s more cursing and shouting. This time it’s not in German though.

 It’s in a heavy Brooklyn accent, his favorite in all the fucking world. 

“Are you fuckin kidding me? Are you tryin’ to get blown to pieces? For fuck’s sake Rogers!!”

“Just brushing up on my German,” he yells back as he gets closer and closer to the source of the cursing and shouting. “You know, they’d call you an Arsch-”

“Don’t you even think ab- fuck, Stevie, watch out! Three at your 9 o’clock!” 

Steve twists and turns to the right, still running towards the treeline that Bucky is shouting at him from.  He doesn’t slow down or turn back - he’s made that mistake before and gotten an earful - as Bucky takes out the Hydra goons with his rifle.

He doesn’t slow down or turn back until he gets to Bucky’s position. That’s where he draws the line. Steve’s not ever going anywhere without him. 

By the time he comes to a stop, Bucky has taken care of the last stragglers, and Steve collapses against a tree. 

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, you can say that again,” Bucky grumbles as he drops down from a tree branch. “What the fuck?”

They start running again, side by side, Bucky on his left like always. There’s no benefit in sticking around. There might be more Hydra soldiers out there, and the other Howlies will definitely give them shit if they take much longer catching up to the group. 

“Hmm.”

“I was this close to coming in and dragging your ass out. Did we not have a plan?” 

“I was fine. I am fine, stop bitching, Buck.”

Bucky pushes his shoulder against Steve’s, and he winces. Of course, Bucky notices. “Fine, huh? I’m thinkin I should just tie myself to you so you don’t go runnin’ off making stupid ass decisions.”

“What makes you think I won’t do that with you tied to me?”

“Good point,” Bucky huffs. “You’d probably enjoy it, and then you’d just drag me int-”

The rest of his sentence gets cut off by a blood curdling scream. Steve’s heart stops. It’s Bucky. 

****

Steve jolts awake. 

He’s drenched in sweat, his senses still reeling. A little disoriented, he scans his dimly lit room, heart hammering against his ribcage, the image of Bucky lying motionless on the ground, blood staining the fabric of his uniform, still seared freshly into his mind.

It’s hard to ground himself. It seemed so real for a moment, like it was yesterday. But he’s not waking up in a tent in the French countryside, or on his cot back at SSR headquarters in London. He’s not waking up with-

He wakes up alone, in his DC apartment, and it’s never felt more suffocatingly small.  

With a heavy sigh, Steve swings his legs over the edge of his bed.  His muscles are protesting with the weight of exhaustion that still clings to him, but there’s no point in staying in bed. It’s not like he’s gonna get much more sleep now. He knows what images he’ll see if he closes his eyes.

Instead, he forces himself out of bed, switches out of his sweat-drenched clothes and into his running gear, and makes his way out of the apartment as quickly as he can. 

Running - ironically, given tonight’s dream - will help. Just to have a moment, an hour (or two) to not have to think, that’s all he needs. It doesn’t matter that it’s barely light out. He’ll be at it for a while. 

Maybe he'll try a different route today. Make his way south towards the Potomac, run a couple laps around the Mall before it’s run over with tourists.

Yeah, that’s what he’ll do. The sunrise over the Mall will make a pretty sight. Not enough to dislodge the dream still haunting him, but he doesn’t think anything ever will be. 

He doesn’t take much time to warm up, even if he knows he should. Soon enough, he’s running full speed.

He’s running. 

Steve’s running fast, but his lungs don’t burn. His heart, though. His heart aches.

#catws10 #steve rogers #stucky #fanfiction #rated: t #maya tries to write #this isn’t my favorite thing I’ve written lol not even close #but I wanted to contribute so here we are after a long work day 😂😭 #march 26 prompts #ficlet

[faeridollz]

HIDE N’ SEEK

“Just wait you can’t hide from me!!”

Pairing; retired!price x yan!reader

summary; he’s an idiot to think he can just break things off, skip town, and not explain why. So like any crazy bitch “sane” person would, you came to take him home!. ^^

Warnings; obsessive/crazy reader, breaking and entering, knife play, non-con/ basically rape, smut, drugging, kidnapping (pricenapping?), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, use of y/n, your stronger than price only because of his injury lolz.

ˏ ˋ°•*⁀➷ GLASS SHATTERING IS INITIALLY WHAT WOKE THE POOR MAN UP, Price’s phone hot from all the messages and calls you sent him prior. He sat up, barely dressed and physically defenseless due to an old mission that caused him to retire early. (it messed him up BADDD yall 😔)

Your feet drag and click on his wooden floors, crunching on the sliding door glass you had just shattered with a hammer. Tossing it to the side. “Babyyy!!~” you whine, staggering into his house. Who cares if you were a bit drunk? You just wanted your love to come back to you and you’re so lucky he never found that tracker you put in his Car. A knife in your other hand as you roam around the first floor of his lovely 2 story house, rudely entering the guest rooms and knocking things over.

“Shit..” price grunts, quietly moving through the house and trying to find somewhere to hide or something in hopes of finally escaping you. That’s the whole reason he moved so far away from everyone after retirement. Because he had caught you in the act of killing his ex-coworker. He knew you loved him. You just loved him too much and took everything too hard- *creakkkk..* he paused, of course, you heard him walking around. If it were a normal situation he’d probably praise you for your good hearing, but his heart sank so deep when he heard you coming up the hall. His face formed into a grimace at the click of your boots on his hardwood floor

You round the corner, smiling ear to ear when you see him looking at you from the end of the hall. “Price!” You gasp. rushing to him knocking him over, straddling his lap. “Y/n- get off me!” He struggled, grabbing at your wrists and waist, trying to push you off. “H-hey! Stop struggling!” You grunt, your thighs tightened around his hips. Your hands instinctively grabbed his wrist, gripping them and breathing heavily. “Get off me ri’ now y/n!” He sneered, and you wince. Why was he so mad? Isn’t he happy? He used to call you his pretty baby so why is he so mad all of a sudden? Your stupid brain couldn’t comprehend why he was so angry at you :(

“Aww c’mon baby!! M’ missin' you so much!! And we finally reunited and you yell at me?!” your bottom lip starts to quiver, jutting out in a soft pout. “You’re fuckin’ crazy! You break in m’house after I tried so fuckin’ hard to get away from you and you’re taking the innocent route?! Get tha fuck out of my house y/n!” He yelled at you, did he not understand? Did he not get that you did all this for him? That’s fine. You’ll just have to make him understand. You’re barely thinking straight when you inject the sedative you pulled out of your bag into his thigh. It’ll be okay right? He’ll understand soon, right? Right?..

Your basement is cozy, to say the least. Due to parties, sleepovers, and just the need to make everything cozy in your house. The chair price is tied up with chains isn’t so bad either would be better with no fucking chains. You sit in front of him, in his favorite sleeping gown waiting for him to wake up. Did you accidentally kill him? Was it too many sedatives? Was the viagra pill you slipped into his mouth too much

Snapped out of your head by a groan, you're happy he’s alive and you’re even more happy to see the tent in his pants. (You had to dress him before you dragged him over to your house because of the toll station on the highway. It would’ve been a bit weird to see a woman with a technically naked sleeping man in her car right? ^^) God do viagra pills work wonders :)

“You up baby?” You hum, smiling at his drugged-out expression. He can’t even really bring himself to respond, it’s pathetic really, but you love it so so much.. “y-y/n.. fuck.. what d-did you do..” price tries to move, but he’s stopped by the chains that forced him to stay in the seat. “Nothin' too bad.. I’d never hurt you!” You pout.

He should’ve known. He should’ve known you’d leave him overstimulated and use him until he said he’d stay with you, gritting his teeth to hold back moans, he didn’t want to love you. But how could he help it? He used to think he’d marry you before you slipped up and killed someone.

You whine and squirt all over his meaty length, legs shaking as he cums deep inside your fluttering pussy. Maybe when you have his baby he won’t leave you again ^^

I don’t really like this one guys 😣

#cod x reader #price x reader #yandere!reader #yandere!reader x price #faeridollz #cod smut #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #captain john price #john price #cod price #🤍

[onestopfanficshop]

dating carmy berzatto pt. 2

warnings: language, here's a few nsfw things in here so watch out for that 👀 mdni

author's note: after forever i'm back lol 😭 i started school again and lowkey lost motivation to write so this has been in the works for weeks lol! enjoy <3

gif not mine!

you can count on one hand how many times carmy has called you by your real name. his go-to pet names are honey (he would say hon most often), baby (when he's trying to persuade you, when he’s whining about something, or when he feels guilty), and sweetheart (when he's feeling extra romantic and lovey-dovey). even when you two are fighting or on the very rare occasion that his anger's directed at you, he rarely uses your name

one time when you had stayed over, you left your shampoo at carm's place and he made mistake of using it just to try it out because the next day richie noticed

"did you rob a fuckin' hair salon, cousin?"

"what the fuck do you mean, richie?"

"the fuck do you mean? what is this shit, herbal essences?" richie says, sniffing carmy's hair.

poor boy would turn red from head to toe and never touch your anything of yours ever again

this one's sad but like- it's kinda important i think

obviously mike's death really fucked carmy up. you see him pushing away, detaching himself from the people who love him (just like mikey did). but you coming into his life really forces him to wake the fuck up. family is forever but you're something in carmy's life that isn't guaranteed and that he genuinely has to work for if he wants you around long-term

and he's so terrified to fuck it up but after you assure him over and over again that you don't intend to go anywhere he starts to loosen up a tiny bit and let you in

his family and everyone else at the restaurant can see the effect you're having on him, and even though they were a little apprehensive at first, they're so glad that carmy has you in his life

okay enough emotional stuff :,)

i know we don't see him read in the show but something in me tells me that he'd love a good library date. he raids the cookbook section, you clear out half of the romance section, and then you'd have a picnic in a park after and read each other's books and swap ideas

carmy dog-ears the pages of the borrowed cookbooks to make note of later. even though you've scolded him a thousand times not to fold the pages, he just can't help but forget, okay? old habits die hard

"look, baby, it's not my intention to hurt the book, okay? i swear. this is just easier than using a bookmark"

his favorite fruits are plums (with the skin on) or granny smith apples (also with the skin on)

would 1000% name a dish after you

keeps his hand in yours or on your thigh while he drives with the other hand

he has to set his alarm at least half an hour before he actually needs to get up so he can hit snooze 3 times

speaking of sleep we all know this poor man barely gets any so on the rare occasion that he does he can be out for hours at a time no joke

when you first started sleeping over at his place more, sometimes it would scare when he woke up and saw you sound asleep next to him because you seemed too good to be real :,)

one time he was teaching you proper knife technique before you were officially together; he put his hand over yours on the knife and even though he looked calm on the outside, he was freaking the FUCK out on the inside but for the life of him he couldn't tell why (it's called a crush carmy look it up)

i know it's hard to imagine carmy having a least favorite food because he is a chef, but idk; i feel like it would be cornbread 😭 something abt it just makes no sense to him. he thought maybe it was because he's had bad cornbread, so he made it for himself once and still didn't like it. who would put corn in bread? what was the reason?!

he always keeps you on the innermost part of the sidewalk whenever you're walking together

this isn't even a headcanon bc we all saw it on the show but 😭 this man's EYE CONTACT. good lord. the best (and worst) part is he isn't even aware of the power it holds on you; he would literally stare at you whenever you would talk and you'd get all flustered and he would just be completely clueless as to why

he LOVES it when you grip onto his arms while you’re fucking and he constantly teases you for being so obsessed with them 👀 any time he feels like skipping a workout he just thinks about that and boom he’s motivated

“you sure you wanna go out to eat? i can just make us somethin’ real quick”

would definitely get a tattoo for you once you guys got serious! something cute and simple (idk much abt tattoos lol); would love it if you had a matching one on you in a place that only he could see 👀

neck kisses are his absolute favorite. especially from behind when he gets to completely bury his face in your neck and kiss it into oblivion

literally ever since i saw carm take those jeans out of the oven my brain has been stuck on the idea that has an odd but endearing obsession with vintage levis lol 😭 one time, after the bear had opened up and completely taken off, he stayed up all night on ebay and scored a vintage type ii trucker jacket after furiously bidding on it for over an hour like a mad man

this man's always using his hands so i can totally picture his fingers doing all sorts of weird things to fidget. absentmindedly drumming his fingers on your thighs, rubbing strands of hair between his thumb and pointer finger-- literally anything to keep his hands occupied

“is this too spicy or no?”

always insists that you don't have to come to the restaurant to help but is secretly over-the-moon when you do. seeing you help with the dishes, or scold richie, or laugh with tina just makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside (and makes him wanna start a family with you oops)

if he sees you he has to give you a full hug. he’s not a side hug kind of guy when it comes you. even if he has to drop what he’s doing in the kitchen and wipe his hands! he always gives you an all-encompassing bear hug and kisses you on the forehead and the lips- it’s his signature greeting :,)

#carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto imagines #carmy berzatto headcanon #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto blurb #carmen berzatto headcanon #onestopfanficshop

[tangerinesgf]

Worse Different

Tangerine x GN!reader

Summary: after completing a mission you and Tangerine have a talk (honestly I had no idea what to do with this summary, but I promise it's good)

Tags/Warnings: fluff, first kiss, mentions of nightmares and little bit of insomnia, language, mentions of dead bodies, mostly fluff

A/N: I have no idea what this is supposed to be but i got the idea from a HC list by @lemonadetangerinejuice saying that Lemon and Tangerine would hate energy drinks. Things just sort of happened from there, but I honestly love how it turned out!

You were standing in the door of the warehouse, both of you leaning on one side of the opening. It was a fairly big door seeing as forklift trucks had to pass through it sometimes.

You and Tangerine were send out on a job to kill someone, apparently someone was not very kind with grudges. It was nothing knew, nothing the two of you couldn't handle, so you were done in less then an hour. The only thing you had to do now was get rid of him and some collateral damage.

But before you did that Tangerine said he needed a cigarette, a moment to unwind if you will.

As he put the cig between his lips he heard the opening of a can of soda. He turned around to face you, watching as you downed almost a whole can of Red Bull in one go. "You actually drink that shit?"

"Yeah.. what's it to you?"

"D'ya know how bad that is for ya?" He had never liked energy drinks, they tasted like piss and the only time he ever drank them was when he absolutely needed to, but even that barely happened.

"Did you look at what's hanging between your lips right now?" You pointed out.

"That's different." He states.

You scoff at him. "If anything it's worse different."

"At least I'm not pouring tons of sugar and who knows what else down my fuckin' throat." He accused you as he lit his cigarette, putting the lighter back into his pocket.

"Yeah well how else am I supposed to stay awake?"

"There's this thing called sleeping, love." Tangerine took another drag of his cig, slowly blowing the smoke up into the air.

"Do you sleep?"

Silence falls between the two of you. You got him. You down the rest of the drink, throwing the can in the trashcan behind you.

"That's what I thought. I don't need you judging my unhealthy habits while you're still smoking a pack per day."

"I don't-" Tangerine starts, but before he could even finish his sentence, claiming not to smoke so much when he damn well knew he did, you cut him off by raising you eyebrow at him. This was an argument he knew he wouldn't win.

He took another drag of his cigarette before throwing it own the ground, stomping it out with his, way too fancy for this job, dress shoes.

"So what makes it that you can't sleep then, huh?"

You weren't sure where Tangerine's sudden interest in you came from. And maybe it was this moment in which the two of you stood peacefully on the dock looking out on the water or the fact that you've had a crush on the British man for a while now, but you didn't quite feel like telling him to fuck off.

"Bit of everything I guess." You didn't need to elaborate for Tangerine to understand. "You?"

Most of the people in their business dealt with the same sleeping problems. Nightmares, paranoia and insomnia were the most common ones. Though he had never seen Lemon have those problems, once his brother was down there was no waking him up. Tangerine envied that ability more often then not.

He himself was mostly plagued by nightmares these days. He can't remember a single night where he had more than 4 hours of unbroken sleep since Tokyo. Most of them ending with him waking up in cold sweat, grasping at his neck to make sure he's not bleeding out. He wouldn't even try to back to sleep after that, usually just staring out on London from his balcony, cigarette between his fingers.

He hasn't even told Lemon about it, although he's pretty sure his brother has his suspicions. However for some reason he told you.

"Mostly nightmares."

You settled into a comfortable silence, letting your thoughts take over. There wasn't really much else to say about it, it came with the job and you would just have to live with that. You knew what you signed up for.

Your eyes trailed from the water to the sky, the sun reflected onto the water as it was slowly setting. It had been raining all week so this was a welcome change.

"You ever think it would be easier if you had someone?" Tangerine's voice was unusually soft as he turned to face you again.

"If I had someone?" You gave him a skeptical look, not really understanding what he was getting at.

"Yeah, ya know like eh.. fuck-" Tangerine had never been especially good with words. You could almost hear him internally beating himself up about it.

"Hey, what is it?" You stood up straight from leaning against the door and made your way over to him.

"Never mind, 's stupid."

"You can tell me." At that he finally looked at you. There was this vulnerability in his eyes, you'd never seen before.

"Don't you ever feel lonely?"

You were taken aback a little bit. The two of you talked about a lot of things, but never about your feelings.

"All the time,-" you chuckled as if it wasn't plaguing you almost every night. "-but that's the job I guess." You shrugged.

"What if you didn't have to be?"

His clear blue eyes stared directly into yours, he was dead serious but everything short of intimidating. There was this admiration in his eyes. Longing for something neither of you ever thought you could have. That's when you finally clocked it.

Oh.

Apparently it took you too long to answer as you could see his mouth moving again. It took you a few seconds to come back from your thoughts and actually understand what he was on about.

"-just forget it, 's stu-" he didn't have time to finish as you cut him off, quite literally grabbing his face and pulling his lips onto your own. Tangerine was stunned by the sudden movement and before he could kiss you back you had already broken it off again.

For a second you were both just standing there, staring at one another. Then a slight smile appeared on Tangerine's face, the first genuine one you had ever seen on him, bringing forth your own.

This time it was Tangerine who closed the distance, cupping your face as he brought your lips together again. Your arms wrap around his neck as his tongue made his way into your mouth. His lips tasted like a mix of nicotine and the blood from his earlier split lip. This combined with the strong smell of his cologne made you addicted to him in less then a second.

The kiss was hungry but gentle as you explored each other's mouths for the first time, that same confidence he always wore carried over into the way he kissed you. You could tell he had been wanting to do this for a long time, but then again so had you.

The kiss had felt way too short when Tangerine already started to pull away. He didn't let go of your face as he looked into your eyes, smirk plastered onto his face.

You leaned forward with the intention to kiss him again, needing more from him. But as you leaned in his hand left your cheek and covered your mouth. You looked up at him in confusion.

"As much as I loved kissing you, I'm not doin' it again until you wash that disgusting taste of Red Bull out of your mouth, love."

With that he turned back to the warehouse, leaving you outside with a defeated look on your face.

"Chop chop, we got bodies to dispose of."

Finally you followed him back into the warehouse. As you were bagging up the mangled bodies you couldn't help but wanting to go home as fast as possible. You'd brush your teeth for an hour if you had to, just to taste him again.

A/N: I would love to know what you thought, really keeps my motivation up!! Also reblogs are super appreciated <3

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#tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x you #bullet train fanfic #bullet train x reader #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine fanfic #aaron taylor johnson x reader #aaron johnson x reader

[cod-dump]

price wakes up one morning after celebrating with drinks with the guys, with sharpie-pen drawn all over his face

ghost is mature enough *not* to but hes not sure

but he is more certain either Soap or Roach has done it

Price woke up with a groan, head pounding. He doesn’t know what led him to drink so much last night, he normally cuts himself off after he starts getting a buzz in his head. But last night he kept going and earned himself a hangover and no recollection of the night before.

He immediately went to the bathroom. He did his normal morning routine and when he went to wash his face, he finally looked in the mirror. He blinked several times, rubbed at his skin—

“Those fuckin’ shits are dead.”

He called a meeting immediately afterwards. He was waiting in the meeting room with his back turned, fuming as he heard the boys walk in. Once he heard Soap he knew everyone was there considering he always showed up last.

“I’m going to give you boys the chance to come clean,” he turns around and points at his face, “Who fucking did it?”

Soap and Roach immediately started laughing, Gaz’s jaw was dropped in shock and Ghost stared at him. Someone had used permanent marker all over his face. Drawn a monocle around on of his eyes, horrible eye liner on the other, written “jolly good show” neatly under the same eye with the eye liner, drawn stars on his forehead and made it look like constellations—

“Who did it!”

Soap wheezes, “I really wish I could lay claim to this!”

Roach couldn’t stop laughing enough to say anything, but the way he was acting made it seem like he was seeing this for the first time. Gaz was now leaning over the table, holding his head as his body shook with silent laughter.

“Somebody better fess up soon or all of you are going to be paying. All of you!”

Soap sobers some, “Easy, captain! I can tell you right now that it wasn’t me.”

Roach finally speaks, “It wasn’t me either. But god, that’s fucking hilarious.”

Gaz sits up straight, “I would never!”

Price growls, “It was fucking one of you!”

Soap points at the very silent Ghost, “What makes you think it wasn’t him?”

“Lieutenant Simon Riley does not pull pranks on his superior officers!”

Soap glares and Price throws his hands up.

“Fine! Ghost, did you do this?”

Ghost snickers and speaks in a strained voice, “Yea…”

“See, he didn’t— Wait—“

Price looks back at Ghost and really looks at him. His shoulders are shaking and his eyes are full of mirth. Finally, the man wheezes out loudly. Price stares in disbelief because after all these years working with Ghost, this was the first time the man had ever did something like this to him.

“You didn’t!”

“Oh I did. The opportunity was too good to pass up!”

He really starts to laugh after that. He’s cackling like a witch, Price feeling his eye twitch.

“Sergeants. You’re free to go.”

Roach and Soap stand immediately and dart out of the room. Gaz is soon following, the door slamming shut behind him as he runs out. Ghost looks at Price with no fear, just a smirk in his eyes.

“Do your worst, captain.”

#call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #gary roach sanderson #ask #thanks for the ask <3

[olivia091108]

Ryan’s favour

Summary:bam goes to his crushes concert but doesn’t know that Ryan did some scheming

word count:1675

Pairing:bam margera x reader

BAMS POV

I walk into Ryan’s room holding a speaker and set it up right next to his face and blast sex dragons full volume and Ryan barley even wakes up he justa rolls over and puts the pillows over his head.

“Ryan wake up in 6 hours we’re going to the concert aren’t you excited”

“Why did you wake me up?”he replies from under the pillow

“ Because your coming with me”I kick Ryan until he falls off the bed and wait downstairs for him to be ready and we get in the car and go to the skate park and I landed one of the tricks I’ve been trying to do for ages.

We were there for about 2:30 hours and we drive back to castle bam and I run upstairs to shower and pick out my clothes I need to look great for y/n I hope I can meet her.

“Dunn cmon we need to pick up the others.”

“Dude I’ve been ready for an hour your the one trying to make yourself look sexy for y/n because you love her” he teases me about my longtime crush of the bands lead singer.I throw a pillow at his face and get in the car.

I’ve picked up the other guys and we’re on the way to the concert and I’m so excited it’s gonna be sick.once we get inside there’s a half hour until it starts and Dunn says that he needs to check something and walks off.

RYANS POV

I walk over to the bands room and security let me in and y/n comes over embracing me in a hug. “Hey Ry didn’t think I’d be seeing you here what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Yknow in the bar when I got that creepy biker to back off and I ended up getting beat up you said you owe me one so I was wondering if you could help me out”

“Sure whatever you need”

“Well my best friend bam has a huge crush on you and he has for years probably since you started preforming so I was hoping that you could call him out or something”

“Why because I know that you have a giant heart but you seem a bit sketchy to me right now.”

“Well we’re doing a show viva la bam and it would be so funny seeing him be all shy and embarrassed because you speak to him it would be amazing.”

“Just for you I’ll do it but I better be getting a visit from you this week I’m not here for too long I wanna see my friends a bit”

“This is why I like you y/n ok we will be right at the front shouldn’t be too hard to see us break a leg”

BAMS POV

Me and the guys push our way to the front wich wasn’t very easy because of all the crazed fans but I’m used to it.we can almost touch the stage there’s only 10 minutes and Ryan’s just got here while getting a drink poured on him for pushing but who cares.

Raab pulls out the Camrea and holds it in my face “bam what do you think of y/n?”

“She’s a fuckin rockstar and her bands the shit and she’s the hottest person ever”

“And what would you say to her”

“Id tell her that she’s sex on legs”

“Dude your’e fully obsessed”Ryan laughs at me and be grabs the camera at himself. “Fun fact he has a huge poster of her in his room that he pro-“

“First of all it’s the poster of the whole band not just her and second who wouldn’t want a hot girl in their room” I justify to the Camera the red and blue lights flash on making everyone scream waiting for the band to start.

Y/n walks out of the smoke and with all the lights in my eyes it takes a second for them to focus but I can see her up close in person she’s wearing this skin tight latex looking short dress and her tits look great.

Once the music starts the crowd goes crazy and I can hear everyone shouting along to the lyrics and even some people shouting that they want to have sex with her and I’m pretty sure I hear someone propose.

It’s probably my insane crush on her but I swear she kept looking right at me. And sometimes when she got to the edge of the stage I could just about see up her dress and see the curve of her ass.

Y/N POV

Throughout the show I couldn’t keep my eyes off one of Ryan’s friends I was hoping that he was bam he was gorgeous but I couldn’t stare or I’ll give it away

Before we do one last song I wanna get to know some of you guys does that sound alright?” Everyone screams out which makes a chuckle leave my cherry red lips.

“What does that sign say?” I squints my eyes to look closer and read out the sign so everyone knows what it says

“I married my wife because she looks like you. You know you could’ve asked me you never know could of said yes.”

I hear this high pitch screaming not too far from the front and see a teenage girl trying to get my attention.

What’s your name girl in the leopard print top?

“Savvanah it’s my birthday today and I love you so much and if it wasn’t for you I probably wouldn’t be here we actually met last year at th-“

“At the bowling alley right omg I remember you your one of the sweetest girls and I hope that you have had a good birthday”

Finally I look down to Ryan and try and gold back my smile “what about you have anything fun to share?”

Yeah actually my famous best friend bam here is like totally I love with you” he manages to finish his sentence before he gets punched in the chest by bam who’s cheeks are even darker than my lipstick.

“I do no-“

“You don’t love me aww that makes me sad bam”

“Well everyone I have some news we have a celebrity here today isn’t that exciting come on up bam”

He doesn’t move for a second until one of his friends push him forward and he jumps up onto the stage keeping a distance from me.

I walk over to him and grab his hand to pull him closer “so bam are you s fan”I hold my microphone to his lips and he just nods before answering “yeah a huge fan I think you rock and your totally hot”if it’s even possible his face blushes more which I do laugh at

“Well bam I think your pretty hot too” I grab his colar of his red button up and smash my lips onto his and feeling him immediately kiss back and I bite his lip and find the opportunity to slip my younger into his mouth.

Without breaking the kiss I grab his hands that are being kept at his side and move them up my body I grind my hips onto his before pulling away from the kiss hearing everyone cheer.

“Since your famous and all can I get your autograph. Does anyone have a pen?” About 10 pens all at once get flung onto the stage and i mana to catch a black sharpie and give it to bam.

He starts to pull my arm up to sign but I shake my head and move his hand up to my tits and he slowly leans in having to hold them so he can sign it properly and once he’s done I look down and see bam written across my chest and it look pretty sexy.

Bam jumps back down into the crowd and we finish our last song and I notice how his friends got the whole thing on video. After me and the band had walked off stage most people began to leave and some are waiting behind hoping to see us and get photos.

I sit down on the sofa chugging a bottle of water and talking with the rest of the band before security knocks on the door and says that some boys are here to see us and I say to let them in knowing it’s Ryan with his friends.

They all walk into the room and we all greet eatchother and when I make eye contact with bam I see him get a bit shy so I try to ease the tension by pulling him over to sit next to me.

“Did you like the show?”

“Yeah it was great wasnt it bam?”chris asks him while raising his eyebrows

“Uhm yeah it was really good your all really cool I had a good time.”

“I’m glad that u all enjoyed yourselves.” I say to the group before announcing to the whole group. “I had a great time as well your a good kisser bam I’ll give it to you”

After we all chat for a bit our manager comes in to the room and tells us that we should probably get going back to the hotel soon before fans figure out where we’re staying and try and break in.so we all get up and say our goodbyes and I give each of them a hug and when bam tries to give me a hug I reject it

“Really a hug I think we’re passed that” and I give him another kiss this one not as aggressive as the one on stage and I pull away before kissing him on the cheek leaving a lipstick stain on his face.

Then ryan gives me a hug and whispers in my ear “when I told you he he a crush on you I didn’t think you would do that”

“neither did I I suprised myself you could have said how hot he was”

-liv

#liv’s writing #jackass x reader #bam margera x reader #bam margera #viva la bam #ryan dunn

[callmejod]

I have a headcanon request: James Norrington x Pirate!Reader.

How would he feel about them being a pirate? How would the relationship pan out? In an alternative world where he lives, would he still be part of the navy or would he completely side with the pirates? What would the reader think of him being a part of the Navy? Would they consider giving up their pirate life to be with him?

Thank you :)

Buckle up - this can of brainworms just exploded.

I think living with pirates and experiencing their life and lifestyle shed a new light for James. He'd be more mindful of what causes people to turn to piracy and if given oppurtunity - tries to help.

After all, in both DMC and AWE he did commit piracy in order to become an Admiral at the hands of Beckett.

If the only thing in the AU that changed was his death, I think James wouldn't even entertain the idea of coming back to the Royal Navy - not after all of Becketts dirty tricks would've been exposed.

If it comes to Pirate!reader and James' relationship.....

I want them to meet between The Curse and DMC.

You would probably meet on Tortuga or something life that.

Maybe even when Jack gets him onto the Pearl and then maybe just dumps him with you when you meet at some rundown port in the middle of nowhere.

That would be delicious.

Taking you are the captain, an extra pair of hands is always welcome. Jack probably conveniently did not mention, that the blackout drunk sailor he was bestowing upon you was in fact The James Norrington. No no. You have to find out yourself.

'What's you name son?'

When he finally wakes gets woken up with a cold seawater bucket to the face courtsy of first officer you do what any sane captain would do -

'Dont fuckin- - call me son.'

'Oof he has bite to his bark gentlemen......'

After a good chow and a hissy fit you get to actually talk to him.

What kinda ticks him off is your kindness towards him - taking things slow with the hangover that you ensured wouldn't get worse, not coldly demanding him to do everything he should be doing.

You get a minute to talk to each other in private and he just presents himself as James, scared you'll do something terrible, torture him for what he's done, even kill him.

He knows thinks he deserves it.

'Just James huh? Alright "Just James", what drove you to the sea?'

Gets surprised when you don’t press further on his identity. He works on your ship quite well actually - he's well versed in many things. A week later you try prying more information from him.

'A stupid expectation and even stupider decisions.'

'Damn, you sailors always come up with the same story huh.

He can feel the cold sweat at your words.

Even if he was ex- Navy - you started to harbour a crush on the guy. He's really charming when he wants to be and can spot a British ship from miles away. His knowledge of the sea is impressive. Many-a-time had he pulled you out of hot shit you were about to get yourelf in.

You knew. Of course you knew. You recognised him the moment he got on your ship. Stood with his back too straight for being so drunk. Almost saluted when first officer "woke him up". Carried himself with an aura of an old, tired soldier.

In a drunken moment at port he tells you his full name and makes peace that he's staying back. He then wakes up on the ship and almost cries.

And he has those eyes..... that seafoam you would willingly drown yourself in. And a great ass? The package is a perfect fit for you.

He then realises that your kindness for him may have awakened a feeling he long forsaken - love.

*two dense motherfuckers in a room*

*the crew collectively suffers when looking at you two lovesick fools who believe the other is too good to be with them.*

As time goes on, you continue to floor James with both your wit and bravery. You do not charge into battle unprepared or without good reason.

Over the months spent together your realtionship with James improves to the point he reveals a little of his life in Port Royal and how he sometimes wishes he could go back there. It breaks your heart but you bite your tounge. After all - he smiled so sweetly when he told you he found a new home on your ship, with the crew, with you.

And then DMC happens.

James deals with Beckett that with your help he will get Jacks compass. The plan is set to save you and your crew. God, he would throw himself off a cliff if he didn't donanything in his power to save your life - he would sacrifice himself in a heartbeat if it meant you were free from the East Indian Company.

'You. MY CREW GAVE YOU A HOME ON OUR SHIP ! THEY GAVE YOU A CHANCE TO BE FREE ! THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY THEM ?!'

Oh the anguish I feel when your ship gets captured by Beckett.

You are brought to the Lords' office and he offers you a deal. Your heart breaks when you see James there. You fall to your knees. He fucking feels the floor shake from the force of your fall. You pull on the chains, making two guards holding you almost stumble to keep you in place.

Hot tears are spilling from your eyes. Every one that falls twists a knife in his heart.

'Get them to agree or neither you, or them are leaving this port alive.'

You of course deny the deal but Beckett is no dumb. He saw how hard James tried to act neutral. When the guards drag you away somewhere Beckett gives James a pointed look.

On the way out he recieves a key. James knew exactly where to use it. He has never run as fast as he did to your cell.

Seeing you in those chains - nay - in such histeric tears makes him want to carve his heart out. The damp, smelly dungeon doesn't really help with making you look less miserable.

James grips the metal bars so hard his knuckles turn white.

'Please. Please let me explain.'

'There's nothing to explain. Admiral.'

The distant look you give him makes his blood run cold.

He forces the doors open fuck the key right? , bursts in and gathers you in his arms, despite your protests. You cry, wail, curse him. And he lets you.

Now he really desereved it.

All he can do is soothe you.

You give up on trying to pry him away from you. He just won't let go. He holds you like your're going to fall apart at any moment and frankly, your'e close to doing so. The feelings you so meticulously hid away surge to the surface and you can't help but relax into the warmth of his arms.

'I'm so, so sorry that it's come to this.'

'You're not sorry. You got your life back. I knew what I was getting myself into. I knew my happily ever after wouldn't come. Especially not with you.'

You feel James freeze.

'Me?'

'Yeah, I never even intended to tell you but now that I'll probably hang by tommorow-'

'Your happy ever after - what does that mean?'

He moves so fast you barely register when he looked into your eyes for the truth and when he buried his face in your neck. You sit and listen to his heathing breaths, the thumping of his heart and wonder - is it stress or- Owwwww fucking hell out with it already - you think.

After a little you whisper :

'It means i love you James. And I hoped life wouldn't be so cruel to those who long for freedom.'

You feel something wetting your shirt. A full body sob jostles you.

It's James' turn to weep.

'You big baby, don't cry. We'll be alright.'

Leaving on a cliffhanger >>>>>>

I hope it's readable - I've last written fiction like 5 yrs ago.

9.4.24 I wrote it fast so there's probably some spelling issues, I'll look later k mbyeeeeeee

10.4.24 K, I've looked this through, added a few thingies

#james norrington x reader #james norrington #jack davenport

[whore-mel]

You slowly wake up. Your head is aching and your throat is sore. You look around. Where the fuck were you..? you're in some kind of basement..

"...w-what.." You mumble confused, you don't remember how you got here....

"Well, good morning, sunshine" A voice suddenly says, cutting off your train of thought. You flinch slightly.

"Who's there!?" You ask panicked.

"Behind you, dumbass."The voice says annoyed. You try to turn around, but then you realize that you're tied to a chair. You're even more confused now.

"I'm..tied to a chair.." you mumble.."Who..Who are you!? Did you kidnap me!?" You say angrily, you're slightly scared. The voice sighs and mocks you.

"'diD yUo kiDnaP m-'. NO, If I was the one who kidnapped you, I wouldn't be tied up too, sweetheart." He says annoyed. He sighs again and slouches slightly, you can feel the back of his head hitting yours.

"And do you seriously not remember me? Maybe it's because I don't have my mask and voice modulator on.." He mumbled. You try to think of who it could be. You don't know, honestly. And your brain ain't helping, you don't remember shit from yesterday.

"Uh..no..who are you?" You ask awkwardly, he sighs in annoyance again. 

"Uh..I can't really say.." He responds..you deadpan, that didn't help much did it..?

"...ok?? Well, do you know how we got here..?" You ask, trying to get something..an answer out of him.

"Yeah! And it was your fuckin fault!" He snapped. You frowned slightly, you didn't even know this man and he's accusing you of getting you both stuck here.

"What!? How is it my fault, asshole!?" You asked, annoyed.

"Well, I was trying to kill you. BUT you-" He starts speaking, but you cut him off.

"WHAT!? What do you mean trying to kill me!?" You gasped, you scowl and try to think about it. Then you remember the first half of last night, getting a call at 2 am. 

"HEY! you're that asshole with the knife! Uh.. ghostface! Fuck you!" You yelled at him. He chuckles and sighs again.

"NO, fuck you for getting us here. I was happily chasing you. BUT THEN you decided to act all brave and run out the house into the forest. And you thought it was a great fucking idea to SCREAM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FOREST late at night, which was really fucking dumb"

He argued back, which did shut you up for a moment. He rolls his eyes, and you stare at the wall Infront of you. Then you smack his head with the back of your head, since y'all are tied back to back.

"OW, The fuck was that for!?" He frowned, and you sighed.

"That didn't explain how I was the one who caused this." You replied with a smirk, kinda happy that you hit him. He mumbles something under his breath.

"Your screaming caused them to notice us and capture us, sweet cheeks" He rolled his eyes. You're now even more confused, and annoyed.

"Who's them..?" You softly asked. He groans and smacks your head with his. You frown.

"You're dumb. But think of the worst person you could imagine." He nods with a smirk. You gasp in shock and horror.

"We were kidnapped by cannibals!?" You screeched (like a pterodactyl, caw caw)

"OW, my fuckin ears, sweet cheeks. Lower that tone. But no. It's worse." He slowly nods again. You gasp once more.

"Is..is it..Satan!? We were kidnapped by the devil!?" You gasped. He sighs, annoyed.

"If I kidnapped us, why would I be tied up, love? Think logically" He shakes his head in annoyance. You deadpan and roll your eyes.

"You're not-"

"YES I AM! IM THE DEVIL!" He yells at you. You didn't even finish the goddamn sentence. You grimaced and sighed.

"Tell me who kidnapped us!" You argued, getting fed up with his childish behavior.

"Fine..we were kidnapped by.."

#ghostface #wip #should i continue? #read his lines sassily #pls #reader insert #eh #fanfic #ghostface x reader #tw kidnapping #pet names #sarcasm

[markdelonge]

best friends with Johnny Knoxville...

not my gif

note: im so pissed why is this so short :/

...

request?: yes

contains: profanity, pretty sure thats it

masterlist

...

• probably the most reckless duo on earth

• people get scared whenever the two of you are in a room together

the two of you are ALWAYS up to something. rather it be pranking each other or the crew, or having stupid ideas and going thru with them without thought. you guys are unpredictable.

• matching shoes omg

• or lil friendship necklaces (like the ones with half and half of a heart)

you guys have multiple friendships bracelets, necklaces, rings, ect, but, they break hella easy so you both have a bunch of half heart charms that read "best friends forever" laying around your houses

• get mistaken for a couple A LOT

once a rumor first started going around, you and Johnny were quick to shut it down. you both saw each other as siblings almost, so seeing rumors about the two of you dating kinda grossed both of you out

• probably end up hosting a show together

or a radio show. it was one of those 3 am ideas that the both of you took a lil too seriously.

• he brings you on set all the time

• but he won't let you do any of the stunts.

even when a stunt is in progress, he'd make sure that you were far away enough so you weren't in harms way. he says that "no one wants to watch a girl get hurt" because its "not funny".

• literal fights because of it

• having hotel room sleepovers

annoying the room service workers to death, prank calling people, leaving the room every other minute to go get ice (having an excuse to run down the halls), accidentally getting locked out, having to bother the room service workers even more.

• constantly calling each other names

like "bitch, whore, dumbass, idiot, stupid, moron" literally any insulting name you guys can think of, thats just the way you two talk to each other

• yelling at each other

yelling at each other so much that it sounds like an argument to everyone else around you, but to the both of you it sounds like you're having a regular every day conversation

• "talking shit" behind each other's backs (as jokes, you guys love each other to death)

like:

"Ugh, Knox is so fuckin' annoying, I wish he'd leave me alone"

"Then stop hanging out with him"

"No, he's my best friend, I'd never"

• taking his sunglasses

sometimes you take it without asking, sometimes he gives them to you because you complain about the sun being in your eyes, sometimes he gives them to you to hold while he does stunts. you two practically share sunglasses.

• late nights at corner stores

omg, going to get slushies, snacks, milkshakes. literally mini grocery shopping trips. once, you two got a little too carried away and ended up spending over 100 dollars on snacks. the workers hate you guys.

• him cutting your hair while you're sleeping

a bit thingy for jackass, instead of buzzing your hair, he took a pair of scissors and "gave you a trim". he left before you could wake up. so when you did wake up, you got out of bed to see a chunk of your hair and a pair of scissors on the nightstand.

• being menaces at hotels omg

running down the halls, ding dong ditch, prank calling other rooms, actually getting the police called once or twice, having races (one person takes the elevator and one person takes the steps to see who would get to the next floor first)

• if you guys sit next to each other, theres no way the two of you are gonna be quiet.

you guys are always joking about something, even if you aren't talking, you're doing something that makes the other person laugh, you guys got yelled at for doing it during an important meeting. now you're not allowed to sit next to each other during business meetings.

• secret handshakes

• like multiple

every other month, the two of you make up a new hand shake that'll only last about a week. you guys forget about them all the time 😭

• having a playlist of songs that the two of you constantly listen to

its always

"Hey, listen to this new song i like."

"HOLY FUCK, YOU LIKE THAT SONG TOO?"

and it becomes both of your favorite songs.

so you're practically sharing a music taste.

• ight thats all i got :)

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville imagines #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville imagine #jackass #jackass headcanons #slay

[hiraeth-witch-11]

Into the Unknown

Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: Billy Russo, murderous thoughts, mentioned gun

Word Count: 700ish

“Let me get this straight. You’re from another universe where I exist as a fuckin’ fictional character and you’ve come here to change that story’s endin’? Is that right?”

“Yes, I know it’s far fetched-”

“It’s bullshit is what it is. Prove it. Tell me somethin’ only I would know.”

This was such a bad idea. “I have the feeling you might shoot me if I tell you some of the things I know about you.”

“I promise not to shoot you ‘til I’ve heard you out. How ‘bout that, sweetheart?” This man is so much scarier in real life. He’s grinning like a shark.

“I know about Arthur and how you hate being called pretty and your addict mom and Project Cerberus and Agent Orange and Kandahar and what happened to Frank Castle’s family.”

“No shit.” He gives a surprised bark of a laugh. “You were right, that does sound like somethin’ I would shoot you for. Maybe you’re just a spy.”

“Why the fuck would a spy come here unarmed with this sorta reasoning? I have some things on my phone that might help, can I reach for it?”

Billy nods and you pull out your phone. It’s no longer connected to your world, but everything you had open on it is still open. Including Pinterest with quite a few of Billy Russo’s pictures, AO3, and Tumblr. You pull up the pictures first. Ones from when he was overseas and ones of Rawlins.

“How the fuck do you have this?” He snatches the phone from you and starts scrolling.

“I told you. In my world, you are a TV show character. These are from that show and look, these are stories people made based off that show.” You show him a couple tabs left open on your phone, thankfully with some of the more tame fanfics.

“How does it end? My story?” He asks

“It doesn’t end well. But, I want to help. I want to change it.”

“Why? Say I believe all this,” he gestures to your phone and you. “Why would you help me knowing what you know?”

“You’ve had a shit life and done some terrible things, but I think even someone like you deserves someone purely on their side.”

“I’m guessin’ I wasn’t the hero of your show.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“Then who was?”

You hesitate. 

“I’m not going to shoot you, sweetheart.”

“I think you’re going to be upset if I tell you some of the details.”

“Tell me.”

“Frank Castle, he’s the protagonist.”

“And what role do I play? I don’t have a good ending and I'm not the hero. What am I then?”

“You know what you did, Billy. What do you think?” Maybe antagonizing the homicidal narcissistic sociopath isn’t a good idea.

“I think it’s in your best interest to tell me everything you know, now,” he growls and you try not to shrink backwards.

You shake your head, standing your ground. “You’ll kill me if I do that. I’m more useful to you alive, a lot of things happen or will happen in New York that you don’t know about. Besides, it’s more than just what I know, I’ve seen enough to be able to read some of these people. I can help even when things change.”

He cocks his head at you and you know him well enough to see him thinking about killing you, or torturing and then killing you. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. Maybe you should have tried to find Frank and spin things in a way to keep Billy alive. Maybe you should have gone to any of the number of vigilantes in the city. But you had appeared in front of Anvil. You knew you had the chance to change things and you took it. Hell, maybe you are just dreaming and if he kills you, you’ll wake up.

“I’ll deal with you later, I have a meeting to get to. If you really are on my side, you will wait here and not touch anything until I get back. Am I clear?”

“Yes,” you say. Before he leaves, you blurt out just to cover your bases, “Don’t trust Rawlins. He just drags you into messes and makes you clean up after him. He’s more likely to kill you than help you if he thinks you’re a loose end.”

“I know, sweetheart, but thanks for the concern.” Billy smiles at you, without murder in his eyes this time, and leaves you alone in his office, wondering if you’ve made the right call.

@kayhi808

#billy russo x reader #the punisher #fix it fic #slow burn

[ivegennedmylastloss]

hidey hodey neighborinoes i know i may or may not have disappeared for like half a fucking year but brain does what brain do. since i am now willing to admit that i likely will not find the motivation to write a full length fic like i would want, i wanted to post the “outline” (re: complete gibberish only past me could understand). at some point i’ll try to compile all the tidbits i had sprinkled across drafts and docs and try to clean it up a little but, well, im not even sure what i meant in some spots. hopefully ill pull the writers block out of my ass one day but until then, take this word vomit:

(for clarifications sake, r= red/ranboo, g= green/charlie, b= blue/sneeg, h= hetch, sfm= showfall media)

retelling of ep three from hetch’s pov. mask broke sfm doesn’t know. reset after stab still aware of what he’s doing but can’t control himself. hopeful ending with planning to save the trio and get them out?

the closet sfm is onto hetch so he has to do damage control ran receiving no instructions. things settle scenes been dragging he panics and basically controls r to kill ethan

maybe broadcasted to a different universe. problem w family and friends recognize

maybe broadcasted to rich assholes like in the purge/gladiator type deal?

the face of the hacker wasn’t actually supposed to do things but did anyways

follow up w/ rgb saving him g and b reluctant. r insist they won’t let anyone else die because of them. idk burn the mall maybe torch it like a fuckin wasp nest

employees stop at the door mannequins little nightmares two.

all four struggling down the road maybe r passing out carried by g or b

hot wire a car

traumatize gas station clerk

fire department from fire alarm

hetch flag down car 2 options:

car sped off but called police for them

offered ride to hospital

hetch the sidewalk isn’t wide enough fourth wheel type deal mostly unscathed compared to rgb but smol bean has anxiety and left over programming. weak little noodle arms can’t help shit. b sending hella death glares

b wouldn’t want to help hetch

r electrocuted from attempted mask removal

through the power of friendship and laws of physics or electrical plasma whatever it isn’t fatal hoorah

hetch stunned doesn’t help gb fuckin pissed at him

paramedics confused about what happened to these very dedicated cosplayers that are found half dead barely hours after the live finale

r wakes and is terrified thinking they’re at the box and start screaming for gb. hetch freezes g n b have to be held back by police

hospital r coma from noggin surgery (medically induced for healing cause wtf) g and b want to kick hetch’s ass only stop cause of r

prob not ccs maybe r foster kid hinted maybe

b needs to get to punch someone. american healthcare so probably a doctor or a nurse

hetch medically released first<irrelevant travel distance. hetch watching charlie and sneeg have friends and family going in and out but r has no on so hetch goes

others not allowed in camp out in waiting room. ran wakes up and freaks. competent doc allows them in and r calms down. good doc fights for them to be able to stay in the room psych health. special accommodations are made no tv in room gets a double room for more beds/couches <<needs special room post brain surgery op icu maybe nurse/doc maneuverability <<< maybe one allowed in at a time

^the nice doctor thrown in for pity maybe philza if crossover? detective techno? or both detectives that almost beat the shit outta the responding cops for fucking up the most important case they’d ever get

sfm sends an employee pretending to be ranboos mom. the others are scared but also she is acting like a mom that lost her kid so maybe it’s okay??<< others not allowed in the room since family only? nope ran wakes up freaks cause that bitch ain’t momboo (dead question mark? orphan? don’t tell techno)

employee tries to strangle r no loose ends: doc pulls her off; trio breaks in hetch proves himself?; r is a bamf and defends themself (hitting? reverse uno they strangle her? rips out iv and stabs her?< needle to weak would have to be in eye)

r scared to sleep from cabin electrocution and execution hold hand 👉👈?

carousel saved NO FIRE IF CAROUSEL perhaps a group meet for victims ranboo and hetch reluctant to enter cause they think they’re their murderers. eef spots r and runs to hug him others follow positive to r wary to hetch b says hetch is the one responsible for saving all of them bada bing bada boom happy ending

#generation loss #genloss #gen loss #generation loss ranboo #ranboo #yell at me if i need to remove some tags im still a newbie #this draft has been sitting on my conscience like a tungsten cube and i just wanted to get it out #hello person sorting by new scrolling through the tags i hope you have a good day