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the-final-sif · 3 months

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what is your opinion on the situation?

I've been at work all day so I haven't been able to sit down with stuff fully, it also seems like Caiti is planning to release a statement later today with more information I think? So I'd like to get her response there, but based on what I've seen so far I think I fall more on the side of "people made some dumb choices and should learn from them" than anything else.

Consent is messy and it gets messier when people start lying or are drunk. In this case, both Caiti and George were drunk. From what I understand, either Caiti had a 21+ wristband from the vidcon party, or her friend group did and assumed since she was drinking with them, she was also 21+.

Honestly, when it comes to the matter of underage drinking, I don't think it's even remotely fair to place blame on Dream/George for that. The blame there lies with Caiti deciding to drink while under 21, and on her friends, Ghostie and the other person present who were both over 21. Unlike Dream/George, both of them knew Caiti and knew exactly how old she was and were letting her drink. They were also letting her drink with no one sober and no one making sure she got home.

Now, Caiti is 18 and also I'm not a goddamn square, I'm not gonna stand here and be like "oh no drinking at 18 clutch my pearls" but like, if people are going to blame other people for that situation, that very much lies with Caiti's friends who knew they had an underage person drinking with them. I feel like people are weirdly assigning blame to Dream/George for not like, iding every person they hang out with (particularly if she had a 21+ bracelet at vidcon, which would mean she already got IDed). While completely avoiding placing any blame on the people who 100% knew they were taking an 18 year old drinking without a doubt.

Putting that aside, from my understanding George's side is he believed at the time that she was having fun, and the most they did was cuddle on a couch with other people there. He believed at the time that everything was cool, and that she later decided she was uncomfortable with what happened.

Honestly, I don't really think that's an unfair reading. At this same party, her best friend was there and from Ghostie's own words, she also didn't realize Caiti was uncomfortable until several months later when Caiti told her. If her best friend didn't notice she was uncomfortable or see anything wrong, then I find it hard to think anyone else would pick up on it.

There's certainly risks taken here that I wouldn't have taken. I think that George needs to do better with checking for consent and maybe vetting the people you're hanging out with. Although I also understand that doing a full background check on everyone you ever meet is an absurd requirement and if, at the time, they trusted the person that they actually invited, I get how that shit happens. Per consent, given that he was also drunk, I get how it may've appeared to him that he had consent. I do think it's still something to work on, but I'm also perfectly aware that in real life, people are often going off vibes and social cues, and sometimes those don't mash.

I also think that Caiti's friends have been pretty shitty throughout this. They take no responsibility for having let an 18 year old drink and then ditching her. They are absolutely milking drama out of this shit and they have a weird obsession with blaming Dream for shit he had no fault in.

As for Dream, I don't think he did anything wrong here. Full stop. If Caiti's best friend didn't notice that she was uncomfortable or unhappy, it's insanely unreasonable to expect Dream to have managed that. He was also drunk and hanging out with people, and he had no way of knowing Caiti was underage. None of that shit was his fault, and his statement seems very measured and reasonable. People are trying to blame him for things that he had absolutely no part in, and the UK group are absolutely trying to pull that shit.

Overall, sounds like several people involved made dumb choices, I hope they learn and grow. Otherwise all of this honestly sounds like shit that should've been talked out privately and not tossed to the internet for speculation. Human beings are messy and will fuck up sometimes. This feels like a case of miscommunication and people making risky choices that left people with some hurt.

Again, I may change my mind with further evidence presented, but that's how it feels to me.

#dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #discourse #sif speaks #sif answers #idk man I think I just have more irl experience with these sorts of situations #like #shit happens in real life #and I think maybe part of the problem with like twitter #is you have a lot of 15 year olds that have never been drunk or fucked in their lives #who are totally sure they know exactly how consent works and how sex goes in real life #I really liked the greendot talk I got about it back in college #I should find a recording of that sometime for people #It laid it out really well that consent is not an on-off switch #It's a door that you're opening #and depending on the circumstances you take risks with how you're opening it #0 risk is like the two of you have a formal plan #and have signed contracts #and then you start to move up through situations that can be more risky that something goes wrong #and someone gets hurt #And honestly for irl consent I found that was so much more of a valuable framework to look at things through

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imajinxnation · 4 months

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The Wisdom; Gone

Keanu Reeves Characters x Reader

SUMMARY // Keanu characters react to you getting your wisdom teeth taken out.

TW // What you would expect from getting teeth pulled, Fluff, Comfort.

ALL GIFS FOUND ON PINTEREST

Damn I really needed to write this because I'm my third day in and it's so hard to not be able to eat what I want😭

Sorry about Neo's, I was in a rush!!

John Wick

When I tell you this man will be there by your side the whole time, I mean THE WHOLE TIME. He is so fuckin' sweet, it's unreal. If you're nervous about getting your teeth ripped out of your mouth, he will calm you down and make sure you're ready, and if you wanna back out, he totally supports that, especially if you don't actually need them taken out.

When you're high off the anesthetic, no matter whether you act normal or emotional, he's ready. He will wait on you night and day (more than he usually does), and is very strict to what you can and cannot eat during the first few days, keeping it to soft foods and water and then slowly make your way back into your normal diet. Even when you feel fine, he's gonna baby you until at least the first week is over.

One other thing is that he is constantly in your mouth, checking to make sure no food gets stuck in the craters in your mouth.

John Constantine

This man acts so fuckin' hard, but as soon as he sees you in pain, he is there. Let's hope you're at least semi-normal after anesthetic, because he has no idea what to do if you get emotional, and will probably end up just laughing at you for being so high and out of it.

Now, when it comes to doting on you, he'll lay you on the couch and will let you relax until it's time for your medication. He won't admit it, but he is SO gentle and caring when giving you your meds.

The moment you start to feel better and can do things for yourself, he'll let you do your thing, but keep an eye out just in case he sees you getting something to eat that you probably shouldn't while healing.

Ted Theodore Logan

This sweet boy, I swear. He will help you a lot, whether it's helping you walk, help you eat and drink, give you your medicine at the right time, and he'll even help change your gauze, and that's saying something, cause I can see him being squeemish to blood.

You're gonna get all the cuddles from him. If he notices your cool pack sliding off your head, he'll gently push it back into place, and if it needs to be frozen again, he'll put it in the freezer for awhile before wrapping it back around your head and chin.

Now, food-wise, he's probably not the best cook, so expect really simple soft foods, like jello, yogurt and ice cream, or luke-warm cup noodles.

Johnny Silverhand

This rocker asshole will probably just lay you on the couch and tell you to go to sleep so he doesn't have to deal with your high self. (He won't admit it, but he fixes your cool pack during your sleep, making sure it's on your face and head properly.)

He acts like he doesn't care when you're finally able to do shit yourself, but he does. He's always checking over his shoulder at you to make sure you're not doing/eating anything you shouldn't.

If he hears you even utter the smallest groan of pain, he is there asking what's wrong. Hates to admit it, but he'd rather die than see you in pain.

Neo (Thomas Anderson)

(Ignore the caption)

This is gonna be Pre-Matrix. So, basically, Neo has no idea what to do on his own and needs you to guide him through the procedures that need to be taken to heal properly. Whatever you tell him he needs to do will be done.

That's all really, other than he thinks your puffy cheeks are adorable, but also feels bad because he knows you're in pain from it.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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The Aftermath || LN4 {5}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: Lando tries to protect you from the world after going public but there’s only so much he can hide. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, bj, fluff, social media au elements, internet trolls WC: 2.5k

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Lando shivered beneath your touch and his throat bobbed as he swallowed down whatever words he might have said before your lips parted and you took him in your mouth.

A satisfied groan rumbled in his chest as his jaw fell slack and his eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy at depth he reached in your throat and he released a shuddering breath when you pressed your tongue flat against him. Your own sound of approval escaped as you pulled back and traced the thick vein that ran the length of his shaft before tasting the bead of precum that formed at his tip.

God, you wanted more.

But he had other ideas as his thumb brushed your cheek and caught the tear that had escaped while you fought your gag reflex. “C’mere,” he rasped huskily, pulling you onto his lap as he sat up. “I want you, Y/N.”

“You have me,” you promised as you straddled his hips and draped your arms around his neck.

He shook his head, droplets of water flicking from the ends of the strands. “I want to be yours too, together, you and me.” Your brows pinched together in confusion and he started to retreat, shifting you off him. “Forget I said anything, shit.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist and locked your ankles so he couldn’t escape. “Lando, you're already mine and I'm already yours,” you stated as you pressed your forehead to his and brushed nose against his. “But if you want to make it official, will you be my boyfriend?”

His smile was mischievous and he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly before you poked him in the ribs and a laugh ruptured his chest. “Yes, yes. Ow,” he chuckled as he rubbed his ribs. “Of course I will.”

The room spun as Lando wrapped an arm around your back, his large hand protecting your head as he swapped places and you found yourself looking up into his eyes, the golden flames of the candles reflecting in them. “Now that my confidence has been healed, it’s my turn.”

The water on the floor had cooled beneath you but it did nothing to stop the heat that flushed over your skin when he looked at you the way he did. His smile never wavered as he trailed sweet kisses down your body, the soft stubble on his chin leaving goosebumps in its wake.

You finally got your bubble bath as the sun through the last of the storm clouds in time for it to set over the city.

Your body and your mind was more relaxed than it had been in over a year and you were still in a state of bliss from the multiple orgasms Lando had given you, first with his tongue and then when your bodies had finally united. The throb in your core was testament to the ache you knew you would feel in the morning but it was worth the nirvana you had found in his arms.

“Don’t move,” Lando ordered as he darted out of the bathroom, only to return quickly with his phone pointed your way. “Beautiful.”

You plucked his phone from his fingers with a smile after seeing the image he captured and placed it on the table beside the roses he had delivered. “Come join me.”

“If I do that we won’t make it to the surprise in time,” he said as he shook his head with a small smile and knelt down beside the bath instead, catching bubbles on his fingertips. “There’s actually something I wanted to talk about...”

You sat up straighter at the ominous tone and pulled your knees to your chest. “That doesn’t bode well.”

He tried to give you a reassuring smile but it didn’t reach his eyes and his fingers still idly popped the lavender scented bubbles. “I want you to come to Silverstone, with me.”

“I…Lando,” you sighed and dropped your chin to your knees. “I don’t think I can, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to.”

He nodded sadly and you hated being the reason for that, but he didn’t push it any further which you were grateful for. You felt terrible as he left the room and you tried to convince yourself that maybe, just maybe, you could go to the race with him without it shattering you completely.

You were about to call out to him but he was already returning to his spot beside the bath and holding out a plate of food to share. You picked at a small serve of bruschetta but you couldn’t stomach actually eating it and eventually Lando took it back, placing the plate on the floor.

“Alright, talk to me,” he softly urged.

“I can’t make any promises,” you started to say as you busied your fingers with the bubbles floating across the surface. “But I’ll try to come with you on Friday.” Already his face lit up like a child at Christmas and you took his hand to bring his focus back to you. “We’ll start with free practice but if it’s too much I’ll have to go.”

“Of course, love, thank you for even considering it.” He leaned over the bath, tipping your chin back so he could capture your lips with a slow kiss. “As much as I could watch you prune up all night, we should start getting ready.”

“I’m not a prune,” you argued until you looked at your fingers and clenched your fist shut as you saw the pads of your fingers all wrinkled.

He grabbed one of the only towels left dry after he had attempted mopping up the floor with the rest and held it open for you to step into before wrapping it tight around you. “Gotcha, all mine now,” he whispered darkly before peppering your face with kisses as you laughed and tried to wriggle free.

“Let me go, you weirdo!”

“Never!” He picked you up and carried you out of the room before he sat on the bed and fell back with you still wrapped in his arms. “I’m keeping you.”

“You’re keeping me from getting ready.”

“Fiiiine,” he groaned dramatically before reluctantly releasing you. “First I have to let you go and then you go and put clothes on. So unfair.”

“You’re the one who planned to go out,” you pointed out with a smirk as you went to the closet and grabbed some matching lace underwear, a pair of jeans, a casual shirt before stealing a fresh hoodie from his side. “You’re going to run out of these at this rate.”

He propped himself up among the pillows and watched you laying the clothes out on the bed. “I think you underestimate my hoodie addiction, I have dozens more at home.”

He made no move to get his own clothes as he lay comfortably in just a pair of boxers. “Are you going to get dressed?”

“I’m just enjoying the view.” He seemed to remind himself of something as he held up a finger for you not to move before dashing into the bathroom and retrieving his phone. “Can I post a picture of you?”

You looked down at yourself, half naked with just the matching lace bra and panty set. “Not like this,” you gasped.

“No,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I was thinking of this one.”

You crawled onto the bed and saw he had darkened the photo in the bathroom and the foreground had been unfocused so the cityscape could be seen. It was hard to see who it even was in the picture unless you knew who it was you were looking for in the features and overall it was a pretty scene with the roses and bubble bath.

“Are you soft launching us?” you smirked.

“Is that a yes?” he shot back as he opened Instagram with a daring eyebrow cocked up.

You grinned at him as you backed away to finish getting dressed. “Yes, Lando.”

“Can I look yet?” you asked as you placed your hands over Lando’s.

“Soon,” he promised as he guided you along the path. “Another step down.”

It felt like he had been leading you in a maze as you went down a few steps then turned and turned again before finding a few more steps. The only thing you noticed changing was the music that was growing louder.

“Are we going to a gig?”

“Patience, love.” The metal groan of a door creaked before the orchestral music swelled and his hands slipped down to your waist to guide you inside the building before the door closed behind you. “Open your eyes.”

Laser lights danced across the walls as you stepped inside the industrial style building and saw dozens of statues lined up around the walls. Suddenly the music shifted and the statues came to life, sending you jumping back into Lando’s arms as he chuckled in your ear.

This was the living art show you had wanted to see in Monaco a year ago but you hadn’t been able to go. You had tried to bring yourself to leave the house but the ticket was a double pass and there hadn’t been anyone else you wanted to take at that point.

“How did you know?” you asked as the artwork unfolded before your eyes.

“René,” Lando answered softly, watching you watch them.

It was mesmerising with the lights and the music amplifying the experience but it was the way the Lando looked at you that was the most enthralling part of it all. With his hands on your waist it was only natural to drape your arms over his shoulder and the music did the rest as you began to sway together in the surreal moment. You should have been paying attention to the art but he held you captivated until the music grew quiet and the statues returned to their pedestals.

“This is just the beginning, baby,” he said as he stepped back and the lights switched from dancing lasers to dozens of neon arrows leading you to the next exhibition. “Ready to experience it all?”

The words went deeper than just this moment and you laced your fingers with his, taking a step towards the archway that had opened and the red glow beyond with a nod. “I’m ready.”

You thought the night couldn’t get any better when you left the art show with a dozen amazing pictures and the memories to last a lifetime. But since the weather had cleared up you decided to keep the night going with a walk back to the hotel and passed a carnival set up in Potters Fields Park. Your face lit up at the lights and sounds so Lando had quickly crossed the road to buy two entrance tickets with a promise to win the biggest stuffed animal there was.

“You paid the guy off last time, remember?” you reminded him.

Every time there was a carnival anywhere near the races you would talk René into taking you and he almost always brought Lando too, which often came with Max in tow. The three of them would turn every game into a competition from the ring toss to the balloon darts and your ribs would ache from all the laughter.

“Can’t say I recall that,” he lied terribly. “But it sounds like a genius plan to me.”

It was nearly midnight when you finally made it back to the hotel with a teddy that was almost the same size as you slung proudly over Lando’s shoulders. He had not stopped grinning since he won it in your name and promised he would buy a plane ticket for it if it was too large to fit in the suitcases.

A smile had become a permanent fixture on your face and your cheeks were starting to ache from overuse as you collapsed onto the bed and kicked your shoes off. “Thank you, Lan,” you said, turning to him as he lay down on his side and pulled you closer. “I had fun tonight.”

“Me too, Y/N.” You snuggled into his embrace as he kissed your temple and pulled his phone out to check the messages and emails he had received but his body stiffened at what he saw. He couldn’t turn the screen away fast enough and your breath left your lungs in a rush as you read the comment under the picture he had uploaded.

'Ick, his teammate, really?' 'Bet they were banging before his body was even cold, or behind his back.' 'She’s using Lando to get back in the paddock.' 'Lando could have anyone but he goes for another driver’s sloppy seconds.'

“Forget about them, love. They don’t know what they are talking about,” he stated with conviction as he tipped your head back to see the tears forming in your eyes. “You knew René better than anyone else, you know he would’ve hated seeing you unhappy. All he ever wanted was for you to be happy, and loved.”

He wiped away the stray tear that escaped before determination set on his face and he opened Instagram once again, only this time he was creating a new post with a photo that one of the dancers at the art show had taken in the neon exhibit.

“What are you doing?” you asked as your stomach sank at the thought of putting another post at the mercy of those cruel people.

“Calling them out,” Lando growled angrily, before his voice softened and he cupped your jaw so you couldn’t pull away. “No one makes my girl cry and thinks that it is okay. You hear me? It’s not okay.”

You couldn’t watch as he posted the new picture with a heartfelt message.

You thought that would be the end but then he went through every hurtful comment on the earlier post and reported the users for abuse. If there was one thing Lando took seriously it was mental health and he knew he couldn’t leave those comments for you to see - even if it hurt to read through them all.

The saving grace was the supportive comments that far outweighed the negative ones. Those were the ones he lingered on when his heart grew heavy and he felt like throwing his phone from the 50th floor.

“Lando?” you asked sleepily as your eyes fluttered shut and your lashes kissed your cheeks. “Put the phone away.”

“Soon, love, I’m almost done.”

You forced your tired eyes open and took the phone from his hand, locking the screen before leaning over him to place it on the bedside table. You looked down at him as the city lights left a faint glow in the room enough to make out his handsome features. “There will be more, there always is.” You traced the shape of his jaw with your thumb as you dipped your head to his to kiss him softly. “Nothing can hurt more than what I have already endured, so please don’t waste your time on those people. You can’t protect me from everything.”

His arm curled around your waist before he flipped you on your back, his lips hovering over yours with a promise. “I can try.”

Click here for part six.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months

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Unexpected 45

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

"How was it, dearie?" Dottie asks as you get in.

You keep your cool. Something about that house dampens your spirits. You look her in the eye grimly and shrug.

"Luna baby missed ya," she chimes, "first time away from ya and all."

"Oh?" You tweak a brow apathetically, "she hungry?"

She sighs, "you're her mama."

You narrow your eyes. She can probably read your thoughts across your face. Yeah, and what about her father?

"I pumped all that milk before I went. I can't feed her now, I had some mimosas," you turn your palms out, "you'll have to start the formula."

"Nothing wrong with that. I sent you out to have fun," she gives a clamped smile, "I got enough for the youngin. She's still nappin'."

"Great," you mutter, "I'm gonna lay down."

"I'll bring her up to ya before I tuck in," Dottie offers.

"Sure," you turn away and drag your feet to the stairs.

Your escape was all too brief. The afterglow fades quickly as you climb up to the second floor. The giddiness of making out with Andy in his backseat dissipates as you're drowned in the gloom of that house.

You go into the guestroom where you've made your nest and undress. You lay under the blankets, in silence, without a light. For once you just want to know where you stand with a man and with Andy it's clear. You both just need to forget about all the shit in your life.

Just two more weeks. You won't have your body back, you don't think you ever will, but you will be able to enjoy it. You didn't realise how much you'd miss intimacy until it wasn't there. Not him, never him, just the feeling of another person against you.

🍑

You sit on the bench and tie your sneaker. You don't feel great. Your hips hurt, your back hurts, and you're tired as hell. Still, you don't want to stay in that house.

You stand up and check the stroller again. The baby's secure and staring at nothing with her glassy eyes. You don't get it. She just lays there, then shrieks, then dribbles down milk and sleeps again.

"Oh, sweetie, you off somewhere?" Dottie comes out from the kitchen.

"Just a walk. Been long enough I can move a bit better," you say casually.

"And you're taking the sweet one with you?"

You hear the hopefulness in her voice. She wants you to love the baby. She wants to believe that child is the one redeeming quality she can claim for her son.

"Yeah, might as well," you say as you turn and grab the stroller, turning it to angle after you as you approach the door.

"You want me to come with y'all?" She asks.

You swallow. Don't show your hand.

"If you want," you say dully.

"Ah, don't let me get in your way," she thinks better of it. "I'll be here."

"Won't be long," you say as you get the door open and back out, carefully pulling out the stroller with you, keeping it even as you roll over the edge of each step.

"It's getting chilly out, you got enough blankets?" She calls after you.

"All good," you assure her.

She watches you go, waving from the porch as you twist the stroller around. You keep an even pace as you head through the gate. You don't want her to see your eagerness. You wait until you're beyond the property to pull out your phone. You rest it on the handle and read the last message from Andy. He's coming.

You don't go very fast. You still feel very much unready. You look down at the baby as she rests her fist against her cheek. Something about her nose reminds you of him...

You shake your head. Don't. You don't want to give him that power. He threw all that out when he disappeared.

As you get to the corner, Andy appears. He wears a dark blue hoodie over a grey tee. He approaches with a smile and peers inside the stroller brightly. He leans in to coo at the baby.

"She's getting big."

"I guess," you utter.

"We're Dot?" He looks down the sidewalk.

You frown. Shit. Did you misinterpret?

"I left her behind. Why--"

"Making sure," he winks and leans in to give you a kiss, surprising you. He hooks his arm around you, holding you to him as he deepens the gesture. You push on his chest until he finally relents.

"Andy," you gasp.

"What? I can't help myself. You look... good," he grins.

"Don't lie," you roll your eyes.

He chuckles, "something about your cynicism is really sexy."

"Okay, now you're being a jerk."

He tilts his head and turns to stand beside you. You fall back into step as you give a cautious glance up and down the street. Who would even care? Lloyd isn't around and even if he was, he didn't chat up the neighbourhood.

You head down towards the park. As you get to the bench, you grab Andy and sit at the outskirts of the grass. You brace your lower back and grunt as he holds onto the stroller and kicks down he brakes.

"You okay?"

"Bad back," you hiss as you lean against the metal backing, "been like this for years."

"Old football injury?" He kids.

"You're funny," you sniff.

"I try," he rolls the stroller back and forth, soothing the baby. "So..."

"So..." you look off towards the playground where parents watch their children scream and run around.

"When do you think you could... sneak out?" He asks, fingers tapping above his knee.

"Um," you can't help a smile, cheeks hot, "when do you--" you stop yourself, "you know I can't... do much for at least another week and a half," you keep your voice low.

"Of course, I wasn't-- I hope you don't think--"

"I know, Andy," you bite your lip and look away, "let's not complicate this. Because it's already fucked up so let's just enjoy it while we can."

He nods and lowers his lashes, "yeah, I can do that. How about... I give you a massage tonight? Promise not to get handsy. Purely practical. Get those muscles loosened up."

You scoff, "I might be able to figure something out."

"I could always come to you," he suggests, leaning in to push his shoulder into you.

"We'll see," you look at the baby. She's fast asleep. Yeah, this isn't going to be easy.

🍑

Andy says goodbye at the corner. You don't need Dottie catching on or making any suggestions. You know at heart where her loyalties lie.

You come up to the house and nearly trip on the wheels of the stroller. You recognise the car in the driveway. Right, good timing.

As you walk along the pavement, the front door opens and Suzanne appears with a glint in her eye, "there you are."

"Suzanne," you greet her breathless, "how are you–"

"So when was I going to find out the baby was here?"

"Um, I've been…tied up."

"Of course you have but Lloyd didn't even mention it," she beams over at the baby, "aw, thank god she doesn't take after him."

"Right, well, I guess he isn't much into sharing his private business–"

"A baby is kinda a big deal. I thought at least he'd take time off."

You stare at her. You try not to show your irritation, "well, you know, he's always been a workaholic."

"Not fucking really. He took one job and cut contact a week ago. It's why I'm here. Thought the fuckwit might be laying low."

"Nope, not here. Just us."

"And Mama Hansen. Yeah, I met her. Just as unbearable as her son," she tuts, "I'll make sure to send his ass home once I find him."

You nod. You don't know how to respond. You're not sure how to lie when your tongue won't work. She watches you and her forehead creases between her brows.

"Alright," she pokes her tongue into her lower lip and clicks, "when's the last time you saw him?"

You just look back at her blankly. Her eyes darken and she grits her teeth. She rests her hand on her hip, shifting her blouse to reveal the butt of a handgun.

"Oh, I've been waiting for this day," she smirks, "Lloyd Hansen, you're fucking dead."

She spins on her heel and storms towards her car. You push the stroller after her, "wait, Suz," you plead, "he's not worth it."

"Yeah," she opens the door, "but you are. You just take care of the pookie bear," she faces you again and makes a face at the stroller, "and I'll send his sorry ass home. Hopefully in one piece."

#unexpected #andy barber #andy barber x reader #lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #series #the gray man #defending jacob

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taylormarieee · 6 months

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Give it a try

Love and zombies

Summary: You and Rick give it a try, but now everything’s gone to shit.

Word Count: 3.5k (God damn!)

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Fem!Greene!Reader

Warnings: Kisses, angst, confessions, destruction of the farm, worried Rick, Daryl and reader become closer, Rick find out it's not his, Mentions of death, Tension, suggestive.

Previously:

Your hands go down his neck to his chest and his hands go up your thighs and to your waist. You pull away and he starts attacking you neck with kisses. Sucking and kissing spots where there are sure to be bruises that you won't be able to hide.

you turn your head to the window and see everybody staring at you guys with smiles, and smirks on there faces. You squeal once you see Lori and push Rick off you and fall to the floor to hide yourself from the embarrassment.

Rick has a puzzled look on his face and when you see it, you lift your hand and do a pointing motion to the window. He looks at the window and sees everybody staring.

He looks around the room and sees Lori. He drops down as well and you both burst out laughing.

Oh god what have you guys done!

Now:

It's been two weeks since you and Rick kissed. And not just kissed but got caught by his wife, your dad and the rest of the group!

You have been keeping your distance from Rick. You knew it was wrong and Lori was pregnant for god sakes.

You found out from Rick about a week ago. He has been keeping his distance and so have you.

It's been awkward between you and him but you've gained a new friend. Daryl Dixon.

Not the kind of person you would expect to be friends with considering he kept to himself a majority of the time but he was actually really cool.

You were standing by his motorcycle in a pair of bell bottom jeans and a white tank top.

The tank top traces your curves as you move from side to side.

"Dar, what are you talkin about?" You chuckle.

"Hey i'm jus sayin, ya gotta be careful. She's the devil when she wants ta be. Yer too sweet of an angel to be messin wit tha" He says, his southern accent making you swoon.

"Aww! Is the Daryl Dixon concerned about my safety." you say giving pouty eyes before busting out laughing.

He kicks dirt at you and scoffs pushing you to the side.

"Hey!" You yell out laughing. "These are good jeans Dixon, you wanna keep your head?" You threaten.

He raises his hands up in defeat and chuckles smiling at you.

"I mean no harm!" He says chuckling. You smile at him and pat his back, "See ya later Dixon!?" You call out as you walk away.

"Ya best believe it!" He says throwing a thumbs up to you. He smiles and revs the engine before departing.

You walk with a sway of your hips towards your sister Beth. You notice her talking with Hershel and you turned towards the house.

You haven't talked to your dad in the two weeks you've been avoiding Rick and Lori.

When you turn to the house you see Rick and Lori glancing at you from afar.

You sigh and stop dead in your tracks. You put your hands on you hips and look up at the sky as if your asking for whatever god is out there for help.

You decide to just go to the house because after all it was your house not there's! Who's stopping you?

You strut up to your house all proud, swaying your hips and holding your gun strap on your thigh.

Lori looks at you with hatred and you smile at her. "Congrats on being pregnant! It is Rick's right? If he or she is a little ass-Kicker than I know exactly where they get it from!" You say kindly smiling at the both of them.

Rick looks puzzled and Lori continues to look at you with hatred.

"Have a good day y'all! Hope to see ya at supper!" You say walking through the door before slamming it and walking up the stairs towards your room.

You smile to your self trying to at least expose Lori's secret in front of Rick. You pass Maggie's room and see her on top of Glenn.

You pause, back up and look at them. You clear your throat and watch them scurry off of each other.

You giggle a little bit and stand there, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

"Uh, Daddy needs you downstairs Maggie." You say looking anywhere but at them.

"Uh alright, thanks." She says covering her face. You nod and bite your lip walking away.

2 HOURS LATER...

It's supper time. Your in the kitchen in short shorts, a tank top, and slippers.

Maggie is wearing the same thing just a matching set of pajamas. You, Maggie and Beth all giggle together in the kitchen as you finish preparing plates for supper.

You walk towards the table and notice Lori staring at you. You glance at her before walking back to the kitchen.

You bump into Daryl and he almost drops his plate. He try's to catch it but misses so you grab it.

You catch it and hand it back to him. He smiles and you smile back.

"Looks like I saved the day and a meal! Would you look at that!?" You say laughing.

"Yer an idiot ya know tha?" He asks with a smile on his face. You smile at him and respond.

"Well obviously! Hey, you ok? I didn't see you for the rest of the day." You ask, your face morphing into one of sadness and concern.

"Yea 'm fine. I was out there workin like a madman." He says chuckling. "And you sunshine were over there in yer penthouse of a room."

You laugh out loud and grab everybody's attention. You slap his arm and look at him.

"Dar, my room is not a penthouse. Your just mad."You say sticking out your tongue.

He pulls your hair before running off to the table with his plate. You rub your head and sit at the table.

You mutter an 'ow' before kicking his foot under the table. Hershel yells.

"Enough! You need to stop actin like a child!" He yells at you. You look at him with confusion.

"Me? Act like a child! I didn't do nothin daddy!" You argue back. He rubs his face with his hands.

"I'm sorry but y'all need to go." He says implying to the Atlanta group.

"What!" They all say in unison.

"You can blame my daughter and your leader. He kissed my daughter and I don't wanna him around anymore." He says with a scoul on his face.

"But daddy, that's not fair! He's not even here to defend himself and you can't blame everyone for my stupid mistake and Lori is pregnant! You can't do this. I won't allow it." You rebuttal.

"You are not the adult in the house." He says. "Well then, I guess your losing a daughter because i'm going wit 'em." You say.

Before he can speak. Gunshots are heard. You all rush outside to see Rick and Carl running towards the barn and a load of walkers invading.

You all rush out to try and save the farm. Your losing people in the process. Everyone is getting separated. Somehow you ended up with Daryl on his bike.

Everyone is gone. You lost your Patricia, The farm, You probably lost Beth, Maggie, Hershel, Rick...

You thought everyone you loved was gone. Everyone that had a special place in your heart.

"Daryl we- we have to go back! My dad, My sisters! I can't just leave 'em to die!" You scream crying out.

"I know sunshine. But maybe they made it out. Have hope." He says rubbing your thigh to calm you down.

"I think I know a place where they might be." He says. "Well then what are we waiting for! Let's Go!" You say.

You guys arrive at where they had originally lost Sophia. You notice Rick there with Carl and your dad.

You see Beth and Maggie and everyone else! You run up to your sisters and your dad.

"Omg you guys are alive!" You cry running to them with open arms. You cry in there arms and they do too.

You break off the hug and see Rick walking towards you. Lori steps up before he can make it to you and asks Rick where Shane is.

"Where is Shane?" Lori asks. Rick looks down and sighs. "He turned. Carl shot him before he could get to me. That's when all the walkers started to appear and we got trapped in the barn." He says.

You all stay silent for a little bit before trying to come up with a plan. "How about we find a safe place for the night in the woods. Then we go on duty. Take turns watching." You suggest.

Everyone looks at you contemplating the idea. "I was a girl scout, I know how to make a fire and track. I can find us a good spot." You say.

They all nod and follow you and Daryl. "Where'd ya learn to hunt?" You ask Daryl.

He grunts, "I don' really like talkin bout it." He says. You nod in understanding, continuing the walk.

You all find a nice secluded place with some walls in the middle of the woods and begin to get comfortable.

Everyone starts complaining and getting doubtful of Rick''s plan.

"You guys are so ungrateful! I killed my best friend for you people for christ's sake! Look if you wanna do this on your own then fine, no one's stopping you. Theres the door if you think you can do so much better out there on your own." He says, taking a pause to wait for someone to get up.

"Oh that's what I thought. I'm tryin here." He says with pleading eyes. You feel sympathy for the man. You walk up to him.

"Rick, get some sleep. I'll take first watch with Daryl or T-dog." You say with a smile on your face. Rubbing his cheek.

"Nah, I'm sure you're sleep deprived, I'll take first watch." He offers. You shake your head but before you can speak he cuts you off.

"Sweetheart, it's the least I can do since I burned up your barn." He says with a smirk on his face.

You chuckle and nod and mutter out a tiny 'ok' before walking away. You go where Beth is and fall asleep with her.

You wake up thrashing and crying, having a nightmare about last night. The only sound resonating in your ears were the blood-curdling screams and gunshots being heard.

The sound of you crying as you watch Patricia be torn apart from Beth right in front of you.

"Sweetheart! C'mon wake up!" You hear Rick yell. You immediately wake up next to all these people trying to soothe you and calm you down.

"W-what happened?" You ask confused as to why they were screaming your name and trying to soothe you.

"You were havin a nightmare." Daryl says. "You were screamin and cryin for people who aren't here besides Hershel." He continues.

You rub your face and put your head in between your legs. You run your hands through your hair before getting up.

"I'm fine! Really, I don't need people checkin up on me." You say. "Is that clear?" You ask.

They all sit there and you take that as a yes before grabbing your gun holster and your knives and walking away into the woods.

You needed to clear your head. When you think your far away enough you hear a crunch of leaves behind you.

You get your gun ready and whip around ready to shoot the walker when your gun meets Ricks pretty face.

"Not a walker darlin'." He says with his hands up. When he sees you ease up he slowly lowers you knife.

"What do you want? Don't you have a pregnant wife to take care of?" You say bitterly. You weren't mad at him but you just weren't in the mood and you were scared.

You hear him sigh behind you and you fight the urge to turn around and apologizes.

"Look, we can't avoid wha-" He starts but you quickly cut him off.

"It's not yours you know." You say. His face morphs into confusion. He looks at you and you slowly start to turn around hating the silence.

"I know your confused and she should be the one to tell you but I hate this. The baby Rick, It's not yours." You say with tears in your eyes.

Your heart drops at his reaction. His eyes sadden and his face contorts into one of slight anger and confusion.

"I knew something was going on between them when they first got here about Carl. I didn't want to think anything of it but as time went on I noticed things. I'm sorry." You say as tears start to fall from your eyes.

"You're probably wondering why the hell am I crying? Because I love you Rick and I care so much about you and if Lori wasn't going to tell you then I will." You say wiping your tears away aggressively.

"I didn't do this out of anger or jealousy but out of love and respect Rick." You say feeling bad.

You don't say anything after because you wanted him to say something.

You took the silence as him being angry and you sigh and begin to walk off.

He grabs your arm and you look up at him with glossy eyes.

"I-I'm not mad at you babygirl. I don't know. I had a feeling, but I didn't want to believe it." He says.

"I need you to know something, I-" Before he can continue he is interrupted by leaves crunching.

You both whip you heads to see Daryl. "Uh hey, were all leavin. Y'all good?" He asks pacing.

"Uh yea yea. Let's uh let's go." He says. Letting go of your arm and walking away right past Daryl.

"Wha' was tha' all about?" He asks walking with you. "I just told him what he needed to hear...The truth."

You guys finally reach the prison and take out all the walkers on the outside and inside.

As days pass you notice the distance Rick is keeping from not only you but Lori too.

You feel bad but it was either she told him or you did. You were folding towels with Beth when you hear yelling.

"WALKERS!" They all yell. You and Beth run towards the middle of the prison and see a bunch of walkers coming.

"Lori's water broke! We have to help her." Rick says.

Your eyes widen. "Rick, we don't have the right tools and with Hershel on a run right now we can't do anything. The only way is..." You trail off.

You look at Rick and he shakes his head. "No, there has to be another way." He says.

"Rick! There is no other way!" Maggie's accent coming out strong. You blink as Rick shakes your body yelling at you.

"Get the tools" Maggie shouts at you.

You and Beth quickly get a knife and towels. You make sure to shield Carl elsewear and get ready.

"Ok lori, I know you hate me right now but I need to do this. I'm sorry." You say apologizing.

She nods and holds your hand before whispering something in your ear.

You nod and prop her head on a pillow. You get a nice warm towel for her head and the baby.

"Ok Lori, I'm going to make the incision now ok? On 3." Maggie announces.

Your holding Lori's hand. "1. 2. 3!" Maggie yells. She makes the incision carefully and drops the knife.

She digs in Lori's stomach and You and Rick look away. You cry while hearing Lori's pained screams.

You rub her head and whisper shh in her ear. "Remember what I said! Please! Promise me!" Lori screams at you.

"I-I Promise! I fucking Promise Lori." You cry out. You hold her hand before you hear her go silent and a baby crying.

You look at the baby and look back down at Lori. She's no longer breathing and her face is pale.

You loom at Rick and whimper out a broken sorry. He scoots away from Lori and breaks down screaming.

You close your eyes and silently cry. He gets his knife out. A shaky hand coming towards her skull.

You slowly reach your hand towards his and whisper, "Let me. I promised." You say quietly crying.

You slowly take the knife from his hands, turn your head away, and stab her in the head so she doesn't turn.

You see Carol shielding Carl away from the horrid scene. But he was still able to get a look at what happened. He stood there crying but he understands.

Maggie tries to hand the baby to Rick but he stumbles away with his head in his hands.

He walks down the hallway and all we hear are gunshots. "I'm gonna take her to get cleaned up." Maggie says. You nod and sit there still holding lori's lifeless hand.

So detached from the rest of the world you don't hear Carl calling you.

"We have to go. Come on." He says trying to get you up. You Smile at him and walk away with his hand in yours .

Carol wraps her arms around you and walks with you guys. Your still thinking about Rick and how he feels.

~TIME SKIP~

It's been a couple days since Lori and Rick seems to be doing better but your still skeptical.

"Hey Rick." You say with a smile on your face. He smirks back at you and hugs your waist.

You wrap your arms around his neck and play with his hair to soothe him.

"How are you feeling? You ok?" You ask concerned about Rick and his feelings.

"I've been doing ok. it's just hard without her, you know?" You nod understanding the feeling.

He pulls you closer and tells you, "Meet me at my room ok? I need to tell you something." he says.

You nod and walk away rushing to your sisters room to sit in there for a little while.

As your sitting in there you hear Ricks voice so you take that as a sign to go to his room.

When you get there he's already there. "Hey." You say.

"Hi." He responds smiling awkwardly.

"So what did you want to tell me in the forest a couple weeks ago?" You ask curious remembering what he was about to say before you were interrupted.

"It has something to do with what I'm about to do right now." He says pacing.

"Ok Rick what's go-" You start before Rick's lips are on your's. Your eyes widen for a second but when you register what's going on, you kiss him back.

When he pulls away your shocked and breathless. "I've been wanting to do that again for a long time." He says chuckling.

"Well what took you so long Officer?" You ask smirking. He looks at you and smiles. That beautiful smile he always does.

"You know why." He says before hugging you again. "I think I'm in love with you." He continues.

Your eyes widen and you just stare at him and let him continue.

"I have felt these feelings since you first helped Carl but I always tried, tried so hard to push them away because I couldn't do that to my family. But finding out Judith's not mine...It hurts." He says holding your hand and playing with your fingers.

"I just pushed you away. for the sake of your dad and Lori and now that she's gone I just... I want to give it a try but I can't." He says on the brink of tears.

"Hey..Hey. It's ok. I'll wait for as long as you need Rick. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right by your side." You say rubbing his cheek and wiping away his tears.

"W-What did she say to you...?" Rick asks. "Who? Maggie?" You ask.

"No, No, My wife. Lori what did she tell you?" He asks again providing more information on who he's talking about.

"She knew her death would not only take a toll on you but on Carl as well, so she told me to take care of you two and protect. Carl. Always. She made me promise."

You look at Rick's glossy eyes and smiled.

"I love you too Rick." You kiss him again and he immediately kisses you back.

His hands roam around your body as he pushes you against the cell wall.

Your hands run down his chest and move back up to his strong back. You moan as he pushes his tongue pass your lips.

He runs his hand up your shirt and you fondle for his belt. Once you finally get his belt unbuckled someone calls out your name.

You both pull away and sigh. Rick turns to fix his belt and you fix your shirt.

"I'm in here!" You yell out. They come in and it's Daryl yet again. By this time Rick is already turned around and his Belt is fixed.

"Am I interruptin somethin'? He asks. You roll your eyes and push him, "No you big buffoon, what do you need?" You ask laughing.

"Uh Maggie needs help with Little ass Kicker." He says.

You and Rick look at each other in confusion. "Who?" You both say in unison.

He rolls his eyes and speaks again, "The baby! We named her, well Carol did but I named her Little ass kicker." He says.

"W-What's her name?" Rick asks. You look at Rick with sadness because he should have been the one to name her.

"Judith." Daryl says. You gasp and smile, "Such a cute name for a cute baby."

He smiles as well and you speak, "Ok Daryl tell Maggie i'll be right there." You turn back to Rick and smile.

"To be continued?" You ask with a smirk on your face. He chuckles and says, "Yea. To be continued princess."

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hopelesslyromanticgay · 11 months

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An Americano Please PT. 6

Words: 1400

Y/N's POV:

Not gonna lie, I'm kind of nervous to meet Jenna's friends. What if I fuck up? What if I'm accidentally a little rude? Or what if they all around don't like me?

God I sound like a teenager meeting their partner's parents for the first time.

I really enjoy spending time with Jenna, though, and I don't want her friends not liking me to mess that up.

My phone pings with a text from Nessa.

Nessa😝

Girl, pull your shit together and get your

ass into that pizza shop. No I'm not stalking

you, I just know you well enough by now.

OK fine.

I timidly step into the store, the warm scent of baking pizza wafting around me.

"Y/N, over here!" I can hear Jenna exclaim, waving me over to her table. She's sitting with a few other people.

"These are my castmates, Emma, Joy, Georgie, and Hunter. Castmates, this is Y/N," Jenna excitedly introduces us.

"Hi, nice to meet you guys," I smile, waving stupidly.

"Nice to meet you too," Joy says kindly, "Jenna's told us to much about you."

I can see Jenna hide her face from me a little.

"Oh really, what's she said?" I ask innocently.

"Just how pretty, funny and kind-" Emma starts.

"Hey, have you guys seen that new baking show with the engineers?" Jenna interrupts. Darn it, I really wanted to know where Emma was going with that.

"No, none of us have the time to do that," Georgie laughs, "I'm surprised you do, honestly."

"No I watched it before we got here," she says quickly.

"So," Hunter starts, immediately way better at changing the subject, "What are some cool sites around Romania I should check out. I have a lot more free time on my hands with this show because I don't have to learn new hobbies, so I wanna get to know the area."

"Oh, well Jenna can tell you I'm an amazing tour guide," I start, "You have got to go to Bran castle, after all, it's said to be the home of Dracula. In reality, it was just a castle that Vlad Dracul once went to, but Bran Castle is the place Bram Stoker based Dracula's castle off of. So that makes it pretty cool."

"That's so cool, I'll have to take Naomi with me," he grins, "thanks for the recommendation."

"Oh yeah, perfect for her because you know, who she plays," Emma winks, "Sorry, we can't share a lot of details with cast outsiders," she says sadly.

"We'd love to share more, but we're under legal agreements," Joy adds.

"I totally get it," I say, feeling the slightest bit left out, but otherwise enjoying myself.

"Hey, so what's the deal with queer acceptance around here?" Hunter asks quietly, "because I want to propose to my boyfriend when he comes to visit in a few months but I don't know how publicly I can do that."

"Oh my god you're gonna propose?!" everyone at the table shrieks, all congratulating him individually.

"I'd like to, but I just need to know from a local," he says, looking to me.

"So, people do have the right to discriminate against you for being queer, and you certainly can't do the actual wedding here, but most people in Busteni aren't that homophobic. And I'm a queer person, so I'd say I'm a pretty good source," I tell him, "I'd say the worst outcome is if it's in front of tourists, because you never know what they'll do."

"Thank you so much," he tells me, "you're awesome."

"Glad I can help," I say happily. So at least one of her friends likes me.

"So, Y/N, how long have you lived in Romania?" Joy asks.

"About three years now," I answer truthfully.

"Wow, so you came at sixteen?"

"Yeah," I say, eager to change the subject, "so how are you guys liking Romania so far?"

"People can definitely tell we're not from here," Emma giggles, "I mean, not speaking Romanian is a dead giveaway."

"Yeah, we're pretty good at being able to tell just from the language you speak," I laugh, "I only get away with it because I grew up speaking it."

"Woah, so you grew up bilingual?" Emma questions.

"Yeah, my mom grew up in Romania and my dad went to college here, so they both would speak it with me when I was a kid," I explain.

"Oh that's cool."

The rest of the night goes pretty similarly, all of us getting to know one another. I learn that Jenna used to autopsy little animals like the true Wednesday she is, which I found hilarious. I learned that Emma had to go to a werewolf bootcamp to get better at stunts. They were all such interesting people.

By the end of the night I think they actually might not hate me! Success.

"Hey, Y/N, can I walk you home?" Jenna asks.

"Sure," I smile. The rest of the group exchange looks, and file out of the pizza shop.

"I think my friends like you," she tells me as we get up from out seats.

"You do?" I say, surprised.

"Yeah, they wouldn't have talked to you as much as they did if they didn't."

"Well in any case, I'm glad they're okay with me," I laugh.

"Yeah, me too," she smiles brightly, wrapping an arm around my waist and leaning her head on the side of my arm as we walk down the street. It's fully dark out, and the only thing lighting the street up are the old gas powered street lamps. Oh my god I hope she can't see my blush. She's so adorable.

"I was so worried they were gonna hate me," I confess after a few minutes of silence.

"Why would they do that?" she asks, "you're a lovely person." Hearing her say that melts my heart. She thinks I'm a lovely person!

"I'm glad you think that, but I don't think everyone shares that opinion."

"Well they're stupid, but in any case, thank you for coming to dinner with me tonight. My friends really wanted to meet you."

"Yeah, I bet it's because you told them how pretty funny and kind I was," I tease her. I can just barely see the blush on her face under the soft glow of the street lamps.

"I can't believe she told you I said that," she shakes her head.

"Oh so you did say it," I inquire.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't," she confesses. Wow, I can't believe she really thinks all that about me.

"Well what else did you tell them?"

"You know, the usual stuff."

"Such as?"

"W-well you know, the things you tell your friends when you like someone," she starts, "like what we say to each other, or the jokes we have. Or what we do when we hang out. You know, that stuff." Oh my god, she likes me. Like, likes me likes me,

"So you like me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Of course I like you!" she all but shouts, "your sense of humor is amazing, you're beautiful, you don't judge me for anything I say or do, and you always want to hear what I have to say." Well what do I even say to that? Saying I like you too feels cheesy and like something a child would say.

We've come to a stop now, right outside my apartment. We're only inches apart, her beautiful brown eyes glistening in the light.

"Please say something, Y/N," she says quietly.

"Can I kiss you?" I ask softly. She exhales in relief before nodding intently.

I cup her cheek, bringing our lips together. It feels like fireworks are going off with my stomach. She wraps her arms around my waist. I never realized kissing someone could feel this right. I can taste the tropical chapstick on her soft lips, and smell her subtle perfume.

What feels like both an eternity or also less than a second later, we pull away, both smiling.

"So I'll see ya for coffee tomorrow?" she asks.

"You can count on it," I smile. She pulls me into an embrace, burying her head in my shoulder. We stay like that peacefully for a minute, swaying in the wind.

"I have an early start tomorrow, so I should get home now," she tells me.

"Aww okay. I understand. Well, good night gorgeous," I quickly lean down to kiss her again. Her smile widens.

"Good night, Y/N/N," she blows me a kiss before walking off.

Wow. What a night.

A/N: I know Y/N is supposed to be mostly customizable, but I swear the thing with the parents WILL make sense later! love u guys, hope you enjoyed the chapter:)

Random Notes:

- I'm not making up that the lipstick jenna used on the set of Wednesday was in fact made from tropical fruit.

- Eidolon is actually a real pizza place in Busteni.

- I spent HOURS on the tour chapter learning about places in Busteni. Finding the places on SnapMap, reading their reviews, and cross referencing the information. I also spent a while learning about Romanian geography. Romanians, I'm so sorry if I'm not doing your country the justice it deserves.

- A lot of the laws around queer people in Romania are less than progressive, but being queer in itself is legal.

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sourlemonsprout · 4 months

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gn!reader x Alphonse

Word Count: 1,078 (This piece briefly references the "Summer Eve w/ Your Pastel Punk Boyfriend" vid from like 4yrs ago.)

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"Music?" Al cocked his head slightly.

"Yeah! Remember when we got ice cream the other week? At the beach, you said if I was interested we could hang out sometime. Your suggestion of lying around and listening to music actually sounded really nice. That is if you're cool with that?" you said, your eyes scanning around the store, lightly bitting at the corner of your bottom lip.

oh-

"Uh yeah, yeah! That would be cool. I close up shop in a little over an hour. Is that alright?" He asked, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"Sure thing! I'll come back then!" You said, waving as you headed out the door.

fuck they're cute

The shop had been a wasteland the rest of the day, so Alphonse eventually decided to close the shop a little early. The second the doors were locked and lights were out, he scrambled to clean his apartment. The clothes on the bedroom floor got kicked into the closet. The dishes beside the kitchen sink were cleaned in record time. Just before he heard a knocking at the shop's doors, he was able to tidy up the living room area. Taking a deep breath, Al ran his hand through his hair and glanced around the apartment one last time before answering the door.

"Hey there, come on in," he motioned inside.

"Again, feel free to grab anything you'd like from the shop," he said, locking the door once again behind him.

"Thanks, my day was kinda shitty, so I appreciate this," you admit. As you pass the rows of shelves stocked with delicious sweet treats, you snatch a KitKat from a basket as you walk beside Al to the back door.

"Oh, sorry to hear that. Did you wanna talk about it…?" He offered.

"Nah, it's not that serious. I just wanna chill and forget about it," you say, chomping directly into the top of the KitKat bar, which makes Al chuckle and admittedly cringe a little. You pause for a moment once you've reached the vaguely familiar living quarters you visited once before. Absentmindedly, you chew at your lip, taking in the apartment properly this time. Alphonse briefly looked around the room before his eyes landed on you. He can't help but feel a flush of heat rise to his cheeks as he watches you bite your lip innocently. As nonchalantly as possible, Al ducked behind you and made his way over to the kitchen. Now out of sight, a deep breath to regain his composure.

"Make yourself comfortable! I'm gonna grab some water. You want anything to drink?" he called out.

"I'm alright, thanks!" you call back, oblivious to Al's fluster. You wander over to the living room and sit in front of the couch on the carpet with one leg up and the other crossed underneath. You watch Al enter the room carrying a deck of cards, a baby blue speaker, and a glass of water. Upon reaching you, he places the water down on a little coffee table and hands you the speaker to which you're making little grabby hands.

"I thought it'd be fun to have something to do while we listen to music." Al gestured to the cards in his hand. As you eagerly queue up a list of songs, Alphonse begins to shuffle the deck of cards.

"So what games do we know how to play?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Crazy Eights, Slap Jack, Rummy, Black Jack, uhh… Go Fish?" he reeled off.

"Ooo, it's been a minute since I've played any card game," you pondered your options for a moment.

"Let's start out with Crazy Eights, I definitely know that one!" you decide. Alphonse deals out seven cards each, his head nodding in beat with the song pouring out of the speaker.

The first few turns passed slowly as you both sorted your cards and got into the rhythm of the game. Alphonse found it silly how much strategy you were trying to implement in a game he believed to be mostly chance. After several rounds of skill, luck, and shit-talking, you were both tied.

"We need a tiebreaker," you declare, reaching for the deck of unorganized cards.

Al sarcastically said, "Obviously, the town would be devastated if we didn't determine which of us is the Crazy Eight's champion," rolling his eyes with a grin. Thus began an intense game (mainly for you) for the crown and title of official Crazy Eights champion.

Rolling the bottom of your lip under your teeth, you surveyed your cards intently, plotting your next move as if money were on the line. Alphonse smiled softly as he watched you concentrate. His heart flutters at the way you nibble at your lips, causing them to swell and redden. Your expression delates with defeat and your eyebrows furrow as you realize you have to pick up cards from the draw pile. A warm bubbly feeling swells in Al's chest, and suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to lean across the table and kiss yo-

"AH HA!" You shout triumphantly, making Al jump slightly at the sudden outburst as you proudly display an eight or spades.

"I call clubs babyyyy," you declare smugly, knowing damn well Al didn't have a single club card in his hand. Alphonse chuckled as you slid the entire draw deck towards his side of the table.

"You're something else, you know that?" he shook his head, drawing his seventh card.

As the night wore on, you and Alphonse continued to play card games and listen to music, occasionally pausing to chat about life and share stories. Any tension or fluster Al once felt had melted into a comfortable ease, it felt lovely to open up to someone like this again. As the clock struck midnight, you both decided it was time to call it quits.

"Thanks for tonight, Alphonse. I had a lot of fun," you said, standing up from the floor to stretch.

"I did too. We should do this again sometime," he replied, walking you to the door.

"Goodnight," he whispered, his eyes meeting yours.

"Goodnight," you replied, feeling a warmth spread through your body.

As you walked home under the beautiful night sky, you couldn't wipe the smile from your face. Maybe there was something there between you and Alphonse, something worth exploring. Only time would tell, but for now, you were content basking in the glow of a wonderful evening.

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The End!

Thanks again @sleeplessdreamer14 for the req/idea! <3

I'm not exactly sure why this is the story route I went down, but I must really want to play a card game or something considering this is the second piece I've written where card games are involved lol.

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice stuff #yuurivoice alphonse #alphonse yuurivoice #yuurivoice fanfic #writting #fanfic #fluff #yv fanfic #yuurivoice listener #first request!#yuurivoice fandom #lip biting #sourlemonsprout

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authorred · 2 years

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Hell's Gate (Hemlock Grove) (Roman Godfrey x Fem!Reader)

Preface: We all know Olivia Godfrey only cares about herself and her legacy. Any threat to that is a threat to her. You, the person whom Roman loves, is a threat. So, she opts to get rid of you. Little does she and Roman know, you have your own secret.

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, general angst, cursing, reader isn't a baby bottom bitch in this, Roman having a breakdown, crying, some dark gifs to appeal to the edgy readers, etc..

Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here Part 5 here

You knew the moment Olivia walked into the room you were in, alone, that she was going to try something. What that 'thing' was, you didn't know. A dig at your integrity, your intelligence, your lineage; who knows. That's how it always was between you two. Underneath the superficial layer of flowery words of flattery lied malice beyond human comprehension. You could tell from the instance you met her she didn't like you. Why? You were involved with Roman. In fact, he loved you. He loved you more than he feared her. She didn't like that.

So, when you were basically cornered by the predictably unpredictable woman in the Godfrey estate, you knew some shit was going to go down. She was a beautiful woman. It was a shame she was so ugly on the inside.

"Mrs. Godfrey," you greeted with a slight incline of your head. "Is there something you need?"

"Yes, actually." She came to stand in the middle of the parlor room, heels clicking against the polished wooden flooring. "Roman is out currently, and Shelley is resting right now. I would absolutely love it if you would join me on a walk."

You slowly stood up from the comfy chair with a wary gaze. "Through the estate? Or over a bridge?"

"That depends on whether I feel up to dragging you that far away from the house." She gave a tight smile before turning. "Still, I would love to get to know the girl my son seems to be so attached to."

You nodded. "Alright. If you insist." You pulled out your phone and sent a quick text to Roman, who was out meandering with Peter due to some dreams they had about the Vargulf.

'Your mother wants to take a walk with me. I don't like the way she's holding herself. I love you.'

Your message was delivered--and Roman normally texted back moderately quickly. However, this was the one time where he wouldn't be able to see your message in time.

You pocketed your phone and smiled at Olivia, who gave you one of her own. It was pleasant--her teeth straight and white--but the feeling she gave off greatly contradicted it.

The day was beautiful. A calm, autumn day. A crisp 60 degrees with a cool breeze. The fallen leaves crunched under your feet, varying shades of red, orange, and yellow. Olivia has not spoken to you once the entire time, and you weren't quick to start a conversation either. Roman still hadn't responded to you--nor had he actually read it. That was fine. You understood what he was doing was important. You could handle yourself. Probably. Maybe. You hoped.

"How well do you think you know my son?" She suddenly spoke, hands placed delicately in her trench coat pockets.

"Hm," you hummed. "I would like to think I know him well enough. Maybe not the best, but I know him better than my other friends."

"Is that so?" She murmured. "Do you think he loves you?"

You shrugged. "I don't think I have a right to speak on his feelings. Especially regarding me. It seems egotistical."

"You know, Y/n, Roman is a brilliant boy. He is my son, my flesh and blood."

"I'm aware of how basic biology works, yes. He very much looks like your son." You nodded. You may not have been as sharp as her, but with the wit you did have, you would use it at every chance.

"And as his mother, it's my job to make sure nothing gets in the way of his bright future."

You slowed your walking. "Do you think I'm a hindrance, Mrs. Godfrey?"

She matched your slowed pace and looked over her shoulder at you. "Well, I don't believe you to be a benefit. You're a distraction. Surely, you understand where I'm coming from. I just want what's best for him."

"And you don't think I'm one of those things that are 'best' for him?"

Olivia chuckled lowly, playing around with her leather gloves. "I believe that you will lead him astray from the path I've laid for him. That's all. It's nothing personal, truly Y/n. You're a lovely girl, I'm sure. When you're away from Roman."

You nodded slowly, sucking your teeth. "It feels personal." You looked around your surroundings. You were at the back of the estate's yard--the house itself was a good distance away. "Are we finishing our walk here, Mrs. Godfrey?" You asked, tilting your head. You gazed at her eyes with calm intent.

"You're truly not scared?" She asked, slowly removing her gloves. She no longer cared whether you knew or not. You would be the only one to, at least. Aside from her, but she's very good at keeping secrets.

You smiled lightly and stared at her hands. "I've come across scarier things than a narcissistic Upir."

Her lips twitched into a frown. "Then I suppose it's good that that'll be the last thing you come across."

~ Roman fell against the wall, entire body collapsing into itself. Peter didn't catch him in time, but he did attempt to keep Roman's body from crashing to the floor. A violent sob racked through the said man's body, face screwing up in pure agony.

"Roman? Hey--it's okay, buddy. It's okay," Peter soothed, not minding his best friend clinging to him currently. "I know. It's okay."

By the time Roman had read your text, you were already dead in a ditch somewhere; disembowled and dismembered. You were found there a few days later after your walk with Olivia. According to her, you went off on a walk after an unpleasant conversation with Olivia, to which she stayed behind in the house because of Shelly. There were no witnesses and no evidence left at the crime scene enough to create a concrete suspect list.

Olivia was the one who broke the news to Roman of your 'absence'. At first, he just thought you needed space from her--which was understandable. His mother was extremely suffocating, and if you're not used to her, it can quite literally kill you. Unfortunately for you, it did.

As expected, he took it poorly, and Peter had to give all of his energy to keep Roman from lashing out and hurting himself or hurting Olivia (no matter how much they both disliked her). Of course, it pained the older woman to see her son in pain (but let's be honest, she didn't care about the reason), so all she could do was swear to him that they'd find the person responsible for your murder.

Peter couldn't be with him 24/7, and the two boys still had school to deal with as well. Anger coursed through him 24/7, a thin film that kept the grief at bay. Peter knew what was going on, and Letha as well, as Peter had told her. Anyone else who had the misfortune of crossing Roman during that time was left in the middle of a whirlwind of anger and hurt.

"Roman," Peter called softly. "We both know Y/n didn't. . . just randomly die, right?"

Roman puffed out a cloud of cigarette smoke--the fourth one he's smoked that morning alone. He nodded solemnly, expression already screwing up. "No way," he chuckled bitterly. "That woman could punch anyone's lights out." He paused for a brief moment.

"Shit," he cursed, voice breaking and stumbling over itself. "I didn't even answer her text."

Peter nodded slowly, reaching over to pat Roman on the shoulder comfortingly. "It's not your fault. Y/n would've understood. She knew how important this was. It's not your fault." When Roman looked over to his friend, Peter just gazed steadily at him. "We got this, buddy. We'll find the person. And when we do, we'll kill them."

Roman nodded in agreement, sniffing. Both of them knew this wasn't something to come back from easily. If anyone knew Roman past the fuckboy, hard-ass image, they'd know he wouldn't move on--that nothing would, or could, replace the spot you took in his life and heart.

Dirt and mud were peeled away like a sheet of ice, uncovering the freshly dug hole in the ground. Flesh was spiked with shredded wood splinters and blood soaked through the pure white shirt. A hand came up through the ground to claw at the surrounding solid dirt. With a hefty, polyphonic grunt, you pulled yourself out of your shallow grave. With eyes blazing an angry red and a voice like a demonic choir, you uttered one single sentence,

"I'm going to fucking kill that bitch."

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captainx-camino · 7 months

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I got Buggy done yesterday just in time for my local Japanese Festival event today so, here are some highlights:

Starting off small, here's the wig (and scarf, which I didn't make) chilling on my wig head waiting for me to struggle to put it on.

90% of the work I did on this wig is going to be covered the entire time I'm wearing it, but did I let that stop me from hand laying an entire glued hairline? Lmao of course not! That would have been easy, and we don't do easy in this house!

As stated above, I didn't make the cap I just got one online simply because I was having shit luck finding the striped fabrics I would have needed and the idea of having to sew two different stripes together was giving me hives.

Ascot, vest, gloves and glove cuffs~ In other words, 90% of the work of this costume and his accessory friends.

The Ascot was stitched together by my lovely partner via the piss poor instructions I was able to give them on how I wanted it made. Seriously, give them a round of applause for somehow decoding my incoherent babbling. This is beautiful. @kadaverc0splay did a fantastic job.

The gloves are just purchased leather fencing gloves of which I fold under the length and hide it under the cuffs I made, which are simply craft foam, paint, and buckles I had to order online with almost not enough time to get them because, for some reason, craft stores no longer find it necessary to carry and assortment of styles and sizes of buckles. *Internal screaming*

*sharp inhale* Ok. The vest. *Reconsiders every life choice he's ever made* This thing is a BEAST. It was a pain to make, it's a pain to wear, the leather belting that secures the garment closed is held on by glue, prayers, and human sacrifice via my own blood, sweat, and tears. It took me more hours than I care to even think about, let alone admit, to do all the top stitching on this godforsaken goblin of a clown man and that's not even half of the ironic tragedy that gathering the supplies for this disaster was.

Not only did I have to replace more than one of the FIVE DIFFERENT TYPES OF RIBBON AND TRIM THIS BASTARD HAS ON HIS VEST but nowhere had everything I needed in enough yards to complete anything I needed done, so I had to make several trips and buy several different things to finish any part of it. INCLUDING THE BUCKLES, which arrived here Thursday...for an event today. So, that was fun.

Oh, and also, the white ribbon is wired, but the wire refused to be pulled out, so it's just in there now I guess. Lucky me!

(the belts aren't entirely accurate, but I'll save adding the additional headache that will cause for the con I'll be wearing this to next spring. I'm tired.)

Buggy's many belts of despair and loathing...

I swear the cosplay gods are never kind to me, but tricking me into thinking this was going to go well because I was able to get some good sized chunks of real, genuine leather for dirt cheap? Not cool, guys!

The leather was chocolate brown and not black, as I had previously believed it to be upon purchase. So, it had to be painted with latex paint. (Thank you again, pretty boy, I seriously couldn't have done it without you. Seriously.) Actually , another round of applause for all the belts being painted by my partner, because they also painted the foam under belt for me. Because he was smart and got his costume done several days ago.

Not me. I'm not that bright. No. But alas, we trudge forward.

And by trudge...

These boots weren't made for walking, these boots were made for traversing through the dusty floor of the fun house you've built around yourself to forget how salty your rat ex has left you - AND IT SHOWS!

Ignore my poorly made foam buckles. I'm not going to repeat myself about that bs, lest I may sink back into a depressive state equaled only by my ability to pass it off as a joke. These crumpled, sad black asskickers were originally brown! And suede. Don't ask me how I got them to look like old, worn leather. I simply fell into a dissociative state and awoke with black boots and no memory of where I'd been. The belts are foam, and the weird pattern on his tongue is simply a quilting square from Joanne fabrics that I glued on and then mod podged over.

As stated above, the buckles are foam and painted. They look awful, but if anyone is close enough to my feet to say something about it, my foot is going to need to detach to be removed from betwixt their teeth.

The entire costume was also weathered by @kadaverc0splay (including the pants, which are not pictured here because I didn't really do anything to them) while I cried over the wig that you won't see most of so you know what, just send all your praise to them I'm not even here all I did was top stitch and cry.

All in all, and in true Buggy fashion, the build of this costume was entirely, and regrettably, failing upward. Because, hot damn, did it come together. 🔥

See you at Aki Matsuri.

I never want to do this again~!

#buggy #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #buggy opla #live action one piece #captain buggy #buggy cosplay #cosplay #aki Matsuri #i need a drink #a lot of them

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He knows (1/1) (jegulus)

It was quiet. Perhaps too quiet. Well maybe not too quiet in a strange way, but definitely too quiet in a James way. Remus suspected to find him the dorm but the stillness and silence of the tower room suggested he might be wrong.

When he took a few more steps into the dorm he realized he had be correct, and that it was too quiet because James Potter was dead. Well not actually dead. He would be soon enough if Sirius found him the way he was.

James Potter wasn't dead, and he wasn't quiet when Remus poked him in the ribs startling him with a yelp and an attempt at jumping out of bed that resulted with him tumbling to floor.

No James Potter wasn't dead, he wasn't quiet, and apparently wasn't too smart either. Remus learned that when the other boy who had been sleeping, curled up on James' chest and wrapped in his arms also woke up to the yelling and banging of James' rude awakening.

Regulus Black sat bolt upright in the bed, eyes so wide with fear and panic as he regained consciousness and recognized that Remus was standing in front of him.

James Potter wasn't dead, he wasn't quiet, but there were now three people that were ready to murder him and one of those people didn't even know it yet.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Remus said to James at the same time Regulus said this Remus.

They exchanged smirks and James offered a small laugh, replying into the sharpness of the air, "Um having a nap?" He said trying to diffuse the tension.

"Don't be daft James, that's Sirius little brother!" Remus announced. James thought this was a rather funny thing to point out, but when he chuckled no one else was laughing.

"James I thought you locked the door and sealed the curtains!" Regulus complained as he searched for his clothes and started getting dressed.

"Not so fast, Regulus. That's your brother's best friend!"

"Oh sod off Lupin, I've always been a shit brother and Sirius will be the first to tell you that." Regulus rolled his eyes, and his coolness building back up around him.

"Remus please you can't tell him, not yet," James begged from the floor, literally still on his knees.

"James," Regulus and Remus said again at the same time, though their warning tones meant different things.

"You might actually get yourself killed you know that? Just from how stupid you are," Remus said with a huff as he sat down on the bed.

"Thank you," James said seeing Remus give up the fight. Regulus came around the bedposts and tossed James his jumper and trousers. His confidence suddenly so high, unashamed and seemingly disinterested in having been caught. James offered a sweet smile in return and if he was a cartoon his heart would be popping out of his chest.

"Don't thank me yet, if Sirius finds out I'm not going to be able to stop him from doing whatever he sets his mind to," Remus shook his head.

After James pulled on his clothes, he pulled Regulus into his side, whispering apologies. All Remus heard was, "I'll see you tonight okay?" as Regulus began to walk out of the dorm.

And James Potter wasn't dead, he wasn't quiet, he wasn't too smart, but he was openly smitten. And the blush on Regulus' pale cheeks suggested the feeling was mutual.

"How long?" Remus asked after James sat down on his bed to out his shoes on.

"Actually Remus I don't think I'm going to tell you any more details. That way you can plead ignorance when Sirius decides anyone who knows or kept this from him will need to pay consequences too." James replied.

"How can you be a good friend and a shit one all at the same time," Remus laughed as they got up and headed out of the dorm together.

"I don't know Remus, all I know is that I love him and there really isn't anything I can do or want to do now to stop that," James said with a shrug.

"Make that a bit more desperate when you tell Sirius that you're sleeping with his brother and please for the love of god let me be there when he finds out," Remus said.

The two boys laughed together all the way down the the Great Hall. Of course soon enough they both would be in trouble.

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #james x regulus #fanfic #lgbtq+#getting caught #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #marauders era #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #marauders fandom #fluffiest fluff #secret relationship #hogwarts #harry potter

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vegaseatsass · 7 days

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My Stand-in Ep 4 spoilers

Now for a happy post! My Stand-In doing intimate partner violence and toxicity correctly, and by correctly I mean so so sexily <3 Loving this series a lot and recommending it to all my friends lmao. Certainly did not expect it to escalate to this level. My inner Vegas bitch is purring. Just a few notes I wanted to touch on before I get to read what everyone else is saying!

This is now a Wut hate blog! Wowie! Imagine hearing your mentee friend sweetiepie nong was knocked out and chained up in a basement by his deranged (a-affectionate) ex, and reacting like whew! Thank GOD you didn't stand me up on purpose! Lol ya know, I suspected your abusive partner was maybe abusing you, it feels so good to be vindicated in this :') I knew you were a good egg! Anyyyyyyway, no I CAN'T do a thing for you, I staunchly point blank refuse to do anything to support you now that you're isolated, blacklisted, vulnerable, financially desperate and alone. FIND YOUR OWN MEANS OF FINANCIAL SECURITY BUDDY oh but if you do something risky just know I'll be very mad at you and reject you as my nong and isolate you even harder <3 hope this helps!

Don't get me wrong I love Joe's abusive partner though <3 what a man <3 LOVE that his first line of defense is negging. You? Break up with me? Loser! I'm better than you! Lmao like the reason Joe can't believe Ming loves him even when he does start trying to tell him that he loves him isn't just that their whole relationship started as a proxyfucker situation and a lie. It's because Ming spent their whole relationship telling Joe he didn't love him!! :') :') :') They literally both just want someone to be nice to them for five seconds and Joe is able to be nice for five thousand seconds but Ming can't pull it off for more than a minute at a time before trying to get control of the situation again by being a dick. Until his boyfriend is presumed dead. LOVE THAT FOR HIM <3333333

Ming and Sol pulling each other's hair and like having a full-on cat fight was honestly hilarious, 10/10 no notes every show about trained buff men should have slap fights. for ME

Lastly!! the real reason I wanted to post is just how fascinating I find Joe's swing from "we're in love and we're going to get married" the first time Ming smiles at him into "you're full of shit Ming! Don't lie and tell me you actually care about me, I KNOW I was just a sex doll to you and you always loved Tong only!" Like I said, I think Ming playing it cool their entire relationship did not do him any favors re: convincing Joe at this late and chained-up stage that he was actually cared about lmaooooo but I am also torn between thinking that if Ming HAD been able to convince Joe he loved him in that moment, Joe would have sincerely fucked him with the chains on, and let Ming keep him there indefinitely as his basement boyfriend... and between thinking Joe's all-or-nothing reaction to Ming's affections was self-protective survival instinct, getting him the fuck out of there even if a small part of him not only wanted to believe Ming but did believe Ming in that moment. Like he couldn't LET himself believe Ming BECAUSE he needed to not give into the unhinged toxicity, rather than because he actually doesn't think it's possible for Ming to have started out using him but come to love him. Or maybe it's his broken heart and hurt pride that make it impossible to allow that his honeymoon period with Ming was fake but what came after it was real on Ming's end. Does any of that sense? What do u think?

I know nothing about what happens in the novel and that's making this an incredibly incredibly wild and fun ride but also may mean my interpretations are missing very obvious-to-the-readers context. Alas! But I am truly having a ball.

#so many walls of text but it's how i think so shrug emoji etc #my stand in #mingjoe #dear diary

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bucks-babe · 5 months

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Sneak peak of the filth I'm working on

This is the most depraved shit that I can't get out of my head and I'm working on a full fic right now. @bucknastysbabe I think that you would enjoy this drabble, babe

Warning!!! Face slapping, mean!Bucky, but the reader askes for it, will be explaned further, daddy kink, ball sucking, cock sucking, calling reader a bitch, slut, whore, the works, the actual fic will have more and be dirtier

He pulls you back far enough to slide his pants down, foregoing boxers, and you immediately try to take his half hard length in your mouth. Before you can process it, Bucky’s right hand lands a slap to your cheek - hard enough to make a welt that will take a few hours to disappear. You gasp and your cunt pulses even harder than before at the sting left on your cheek.

His metal hand wraps around your chin, much cooler than it’s supposed to be, and forces you to look him in the eye. In the back of your mind you realize that he turned on the cooling function in his arm to sooth your cheek; the arm was built to keep him cool in the Wakandan sun and heat. “Did daddy say you could suck his cock?” He uses his hand to shake your head from side to side, answering for you.

He spreads his legs wider and pulls your face closer to his heavy sack, already full of cum. “Hands behind your back, and suck on daddy’s balls.” You join your hands together behind your back without question and nuzzle his balls. Wasting no time, you take one into your mouth, sucking feverishly, enjoying the light dusting of hair tickling your face.

“Oh, fuck, come on, slut, I know you can do better than that. Take ‘em both in your dirty mouth.” He pushes you further into him, cutting off your oxygen, and you swear you hear your slick drip onto the floor. Your jaw aches as you try to get them both in your mouth, but you can't. Bucky ruts against your face, squishing his balls, precum leaking from his tip.

With your limited amount of movement, you alternate between each ball, licking at the seam. Every time you switch balls, you feel the other drag wetly across your face and you have to clench your legs in an attempt to quell the ache between them while fighting with your need for air. “Such a dirty bitch, lapping at your daddy’s nuts, shit.” He pulls you back just as your head starts to go fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, and you gasp for air, spit is covering the lower half of your face and is dripping down your neck and chest; Bucky feels his cock throb at the sight.

Reaching out, Bucky smears your spit around your face and leaves another, weaker smack to your cheek before he grabs his cock and uses his weeping tip to tease you, dragging it on your face. He slaps your cheeks with it a few times before forcing your head down all the way, making you gag and you immediately pull off, coughing.

He stares into your eyes, cold and calculating, waiting for you to speak. When your coughing subsides you manage to get out a hoarse ‘green,’ giving him the all clear. He takes your head and once again makes you take his cock, this time much slower and not as deep, the first time he wanted to fuck with you. “Such a perfect fucking mouth, shit.” He stops you from bobbing your head, “Stop being such a desperate whore and let daddy finish his movie.” You're sure you’re leaking onto the floor at this point.

You are able to see his face and he looks wrecked, mouth hanging open and head back; he’s not watching shit. Nonetheless, you rest your head on his thigh, getting comfortable, spreading your legs out to get closer to the floor so your head won't be bent at an awkward angle.

The only sounds filling the room are Bucky’s ragged breathing and the movie playing in the background. There is saliva everywhere, his cock, all over his balls, down to his ass and on the couch. His cock is constantly leaking precum into your mouth and you don’t swallow, letting his taste linger on your tongue.

This isn’t what you wanted, you wanted him to demolish you. Sitting with his cock in your mouth is giving you too much time to think, so you do what any sane person would do - be a brat. At the first suckle, Bucky lets out a broken moan, at the second, he knows what you’re up to. Flicking your ear with his metal hand he hisses, “Don’t make me punish you, bitch.” At the third, he yanks you off of his dick, a trail of drool and precum keeping the two of you connected, as slaps you once again with his flesh hand, this time not soothing the marred flesh with his metal hand.

He stands and pushes the couch out of the way and pulls you with him by the neck. “You disobedient little-” he cuts himself short at the small puddle of slick that he finds from your previous position. “Is that what I think it is?” You only whine in response, his grip on your neck never faltering.

With his free hand, he reaches down to your pussy to feel just how wet you are, confirming his suspicions. “What a dirty fucking slut, leaking all over my floor.” He pulls you in closer to him just to whisper, “Lick it the fuck up, bitch,” before pushing you to the ground.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky x y/n #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #sebastian stan x reader

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ddarker-dreams · 2 years

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Idk if you’ve already done this or not, but if you haven’t bucci hang finding out sr reader is pregnant please and like how they would be during reader’s pregnancy

I'M ON IT 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

[Planned it]

Giorno

He just kinda.... holds you for a few minutes. No words are spoken, yet you don’t think they’re necessary; it’s as if your souls eclipsed and become one for the briefest instance. The two of you had discussed this at great length before, but actually experiencing it feels so much different. When he pulls back, he cups your face in his hands. He’s confident that you’re going to be a wonderful mother. Underneath his joy, he can’t help but wonder if he’ll be a good father. The closest thing he had to a father figure was a nameless gangster who watched over him from afar. Giorno wants to give your child the love he never had growing up. Sensing his internal conflict, you reassure him that you’ve both got this. He won’t be alone in navigating these concerns. You remind him that you’re both a team (though you proudly claim to be team captain, to which he chuckles), soothing away his budding fear. He’ll set aside as much time as he can from his Don obligations to dote on you.

Bruno

This is a day that will live forever in his mind. Bruno looks at you like you’re the only person in the world. While you may never know this since he finds it embarrassing, he used to fantasize about the idea of building a family with you. Maybe retiring from Passione and moving back to his childhood town, getting a house on the water, taking your children to all the best fishing spots his dad taught him about. While carrying out this exact fantasy might not be in the cards yet, being with you is already a dream come true. Expect to be picked up and spun around (until he worries that you might get dizzy and puts you down with the utmost gentleness). The man is beaming, taking your hands in his, thanking you over and over. He lost his family at a young but is now able to be part of a new one with you. Not even five minutes later, he’s planning out the dimensions and wallpaper for the future nursery...

[Messed around with the idea — still a surprise pregnancy]

Mista

His eyes get all wide and he cannot wipe the smile off his face. He keeps asking really? Really? In this high pitched voice to confirm whether or not this is actually happening. Pistols are cheering at the prospect of having “Number Seven” and start heatedly debating who should get to be the godfather. Mista almost tackle hugs you, mutters a quick oh shit after remembering he should probably treat you delicately now, then covers his mouth. Quietly asks if the baby could hear that or not (you say you doubt it). He’s always been more of a go with the flow type, but increases his intentionality in the months that follow. He starts practicing how to change diapers on a doll (Pistols snitched on this to you). No matter how flustered you get due to the side effects of pregnancy, his chill aura always remains. He’s great at keeping you grounded — almost nothing fazes him. You could ask him to bake you cookies at two in the morning and he’s on it stat. No complaints, just an endless well of love for his cute wife.

Narancia

He’s smothering your face in smooches because of how hype he is. Narancia becomes an unbridled ball of energy, practically bouncing off the walls, firing a thousand questions per second. When does the kicking start? Can the little one hear him yet? Before you can give an answer, he’s already kneeling, speaking in a soft tone in the general direction of your stomach. Introduces himself as “your super cool papa” and is already giving name suggestions. You weren’t sure what reaction to anticipate but this display is beyond heartwarming. Narancia is swearing that the little one is going to have the best parents ever, that he can’t wait to meet them, and encourages them “to keep doing your best in there” while gesturing at your stomach. Narancia will be telling everyone in the general vicinity that you’re with child while puffing out his chest. If someone takes your seat on the bus, he’s ready to jump them, even when you explain it’s fine because you’re not showing yet. He’s basically counting down the days until your due date.

[UH OH very much a surprise pregnancy]

Fugo

You can practically see him doing all the calculations in his head to determine the percentage of this happening. The number he arrives at is astronomically low, since you both took precautions to prevent this from happening. While he thinks he’s in a better place mentally compared to his teenage years, self-doubt swirls in his mind, and he stands there shell-shocked until you keep calling his name. Fugo already wrestles with the insecurity that you could do better than being with someone like him, he just never thinks he can be good enough. Sitting down and talking things over with you helps a lot. He apologizes — saying that it’s you he should be focusing on right now — but you never demean him or look impatient. He solemnly swears that if you want to keep the child, he’ll give it his all too. What starts out as apprehension cold as winter melts into the budding excitement of spring as the months progress. You both attend parenting classes, he’s reading more developmental psychology books than you can count, and he shows up to every doctor’s appointment thirty minutes early. It makes you wish he could see the good in himself that you see everyday.

Abbacchio

Abbacchio is conflicted to say the least, but to no fault of your own. This is a big commitment. Naturally, he’s committed to you, it’s just that he never gave much thought to raising a kid. He’s worried he’ll screw up somehow and ruin the child for life. If you decide to keep it, he’ll take responsibility of course, there’s just a lot for him to work through mentally. He circumvents this by almost overfocusing on you and neglecting himself. He’ll make sure you’re always comfortable, shoos you off whenever you try to do chores, starts putting in extra hours to further cushion your finances. Keeping busy is an effective method for a while, until he starts to get burnt out. Up until that point, he’s tip-toed around the conversation whenever you try to bring it up, but you finally manage to get his real thoughts when you start crying. He can never stand to see you cry. He lets everything out, the good, the bad, the ugly. Everything can’t be resolved and neatly tied up in a single evening, but it’s a good place to start. Abbacchio feels closer to you and somewhat more secure about the future.

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siriuslysatorusimping · 1 month

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Seeing Double (Another Level - Installment 5)

Summary:

“Empty compliments only serve as a balm to the egos of the weak,” he stated. “I wouldn’t be wasting my time with you if I thought you were weak.” - She pressed on when she noticed that he was hesitating. Which meant he couldn’t always tell which one of her was real. “Oh shit,” he laughed. “I actually thought you were the double!” His laughter brought no comfort, her body trying to cave in on itself in pain. She hadn’t been expecting a hit that hard. He’d filled it with enough cursed energy to kill a low-level curse instantly. It felt like her insides were shriveling up slowly, and he began patting her back lightly. “Hey, hey, breathe,” he urged, watching as she gasped for air. “I got you.”

AN: Guess who passed her probationary period as a Semi-Grade 1 👀 I'm obsessing way too much with these headers but I'm too proud of them to stop...

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Seeing Double 2011

“That really all you’ve got, Rinko-chan?”

Gojo’s voice was playful as she leaned her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.

He’d found his way to really pay her back for all her teasing: beating the shit out of her.

To be fair, he only started after she asked him to help her hone a technique she’d been working on. But the fact still stood that he was enjoying what had turned essentially Rinko into a punching bag way too much.

She hadn’t thought too much of it when he’d enthusiastically agreed to help her when she explained what technique she was working on. Now, she realized why he’d been excited.

“I need a break,” she gasped, her entire body protesting each breath she took.

A few of her fingers were broken from barely deflecting a few of his harder hits, and she knew that if she looked in the mirror, she’d already have bruises forming all across her body. She was grateful she was in Tokyo this week. Shoko's proximity and ease of access gave her peace of mind.

She collapsed unceremoniously to the ground when he gave a slight nod at her plea. Another thing she’d learned was that unless he gave her an actual response to her requests to pause, he wasn’t agreeing and would attack her at any given moment.

That was how she’d ended up with what Shoko had scolded her for as a concussion.

A water bottle smacked into the back of her head now, pulling a yelp of pain as she sat straight up to glare at Gojo’s smug grin. His hands were held up in an exceedingly mocking gesture of apology.

It was like fighting a stronger version of his teenage self. His pent-up frustration with her for how she’d messed with him years ago came out in cheap hits and unbridled laughter. She’d noted, to his face, that he sounded like a lunatic when he laughed at her pain like that.

His only answer was to laugh harder.

“Stay hydrated,” he called, appearing above her and dumping a full bottle of water over her head. “And cool off. You’re getting too angry, and it’s making you sloppy.”

She spluttered through the ice-cold water running down her face, feeling like a drowned rat as she groaned in pain.

“You are enjoying this way too much,” she moaned, feeling her muscles stiffening thanks to his impromptu ice shower. He’d done it on purpose to slow her down, giving her another obstacle to work past. “My everything hurts. How is this supposed to help me with my technique again?”

Lying back, she took a deep breath to try to relax her body.

“Because you need to be able to activate it under duress,” he said, standing above her and staring at her in amusement. “A curse isn’t gonna just stand around while you gather your thoughts and compose it a damn haiku.”

“Fuck off,” she grumbled, knowing he meant the only time she’d activated it during a fight successfully. He’d been distracted taunting her, giving her a chance to concentrate and she’d been able to get a single hit in because of it. Which he’d had the nerve to call cheating because he wasn’t paying attention.

He took a seat next to her, resting back on his hands and stretching his legs out in front of him.

“You’re doing well,” he stated, his voice serious. “You’ve already gotten it to where you can instantly activate Shadow Step. And your decoys are looking great. Cursed energy output is almost identical to yours.”

It was true. She barely had to think to have Shadow Step going, and she had at least two decoys ready to use at all times now. It was like breathing, barely needing any thought to activate them and use them as she needed.

His blindfold was off, and he nodded towards the corner where her duplicate was waiting to manifest as a decoy when she needed it.

“If you weren’t sitting next to me, it would take me a second to realize that energy isn’t you.”

What was giving her trouble was her newest variation of duplicate, which was a near-perfect copy. It was essentially taking her decoy and being able to control it. Make it move individually—independently. Make it work with her and fight alongside her if she needed.

Or be in two places at once, which was why she’d had the idea to begin with.

“But my new double is still absolute dogshit,” she moaned, giving into her self-pity for a moment. “It makes me feel like I’m going to die when I activate it. Like my brain is being split in half.”

He flicked her forehead, hard, and she scowled up at him as she rubbed the sore spot.

“You’re getting there,” he said, voice losing just a bit of its edge. “Focus a bit less on your thoughts and more on your energy.”

Praise wasn’t something he gave lightly. In fact, he gave praise even more sparingly to his friends, which he’d informed her none too gently when she’d deadpanned about him placating her the first day they trained together.

“Empty compliments do nothing,” he’d said, his voice serious. His arms were crossed as he frowned at her. “They serve as a balm to the fragile egos of the weak. I wouldn’t be wasting my time with you if I thought you were weak.”

The way he’d said it somehow made it feel like a backhanded compliment. A thought she forced from her mind as she tried following his advice now, focusing on the energy.

It felt different.

But something about it felt so natural. And while it still felt excruciating, it was more manageable.

The split-screen vision would take a long time to get used to. She felt like she was trying to play two different perspectives of a video game at the same time. It was nauseating, and she already felt it weighing her down.

But she pressed on when she noticed that Gojo was hesitating. Which meant he couldn’t always tell which one of her was real. His blindfold was still in place today, and she knew that was the main reason he was struggling, but she would take what she could get.

As she closed in behind him, trying to distract him with her double, he feinted and turned at the last minute, halting her movement with a punch that she swore made her see sound.

“Oh shit,” he laughed, catching her when she collapsed against him. “I actually thought you were the double!”

His laughter brought no comfort, her body trying to cave in on itself in pain. She hadn’t been expecting a hit that hard. He’d filled it with enough cursed energy to kill a low-level curse instantly. She’d just barely reinforced that spot with her own energy in time, but it had done little against his overpowered punch. It felt like her insides were shriveling up slowly, and he began patting her back lightly.

“Hey, hey, breathe,” he urged, watching as she gasped for air. “I got you.”

She swore she could see the waves in the air from the noises she heard. The swirls from his excited laughter that was the absolute opposite of comforting while she tried and failed to pull air into her lungs. Her body refused to listen.

“Fuck,” she wheezed, clutching her stomach as her legs gave out. “That- fucking- hurt-”

“But you did it,” he said, a grin on his face as he sank to the ground with her. “I actually couldn’t tell there for a minute. I turned because I thought you were doing the opposite of what you were planning. Thought you were gonna sneak attack with the double.”

“Great,” she rasped, finally feeling air entering her lungs at a semi-normal rate. “Still fuck- ing hurts-”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, his hand now rubbing her back. “I mighta put a bit of extra into that one. Wanted to destroy the double to force you to make another.”

“Cool,” she replied, giving him an unimpressed look. “I think my spleen is in my throat.”

Letting out another laugh, he settled on the ground, stretching his legs out in front of them and pulling her into his arms. Rubbing her arms now, he continued to grin as she let out a pained groan.

“That’s impossible, silly,” he teased. “Your spleen is just fine. You blocked with enough cursed energy that you just had the breath knocked outta you.”

It didn’t feel like it. She still felt like she was going to throw up. That sounded like a great idea. Maybe whatever organ had decided to lodge itself in her throat would come up as well-

“In through your nose and out through your mouth,” he instructed, watching as she squeezed her eyes shut. His tone was still entirely too excited for her liking. “You’re okay.”

“You’re- too-” she paused, coughing as the blood that had been climbing her throat finally surfaced, “-happy about this.”

“Rinko-chan,” he drawled, pulling his blindfold up to meet her eyes seriously. “I know the pain is kinda clouding your mind, but you did it. That’s why I’m excited. So focus on catching your breath and then we’re going again.”

The noise of pain she released was inhuman, turning squinting her eyes up at him in disdain.

“You’re a sadist,” she stated drily. “I’ve decided that you have to be a sadist.”

Again, he only grinned down at her affectionately, and she rolled her eyes. Pushing herself back to her feet, she took a breath when the world spun.

Trying to summon her energy and concentrate it into a double, she felt herself tilt, and Gojo caught her again when she tipped forward.

“Okay, maybe that’s enough for the day, then.”

He was still amused, tucking his shoulder under her arm to keep her standing.

“Let’s go get yelled at by Shoko,” he said cheerfully, laughing when Rinko groaned in pain again.

After Shoko had finished lecturing Gojo about how hard he was pushing Rinko, she healed her injuries. Making a loud note of the internal bleeding that his last punch had caused, she shook her head when Rinko smiled at her guiltily.

“Remember your limits,” she ordered, her eyes narrowing. “For fuck’s sake, it’s like you don’t know how to dodge.”

While Shoko had a point, Rinko bristled slightly at her accusation.

“You try to dodge his hits when he’s moving that fast,” she countered, crossing her arms.

“Touche,” Shoko admitted, smirking as she lit a cigarette. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m sure.”

As they exited the infirmary now, Gojo draped his right arm over her shoulder lazily.

“Dinner?” he asked cheerily, grinning when her stomach growled. “Thought so. So what do you-”

Her phone pinged insistently in her pocket, and she pulled it out to see Nanami’s name flashing across the screen.

“Tell Nanamin I say ‘hi!’” Gojo said, pressing a kiss to her sweaty temple before releasing her and leaving her to take the call alone.

Holding the phone to her ear, she grinned when she heard Nanami’s quiet sigh as he heard the last bit of Gojo’s voice fading.

“I’d say I don’t know how you tolerate him so much,” he said, his monotone voice lilting just slightly to tell her he was teasing her. “But you’re just as crazy as he is.”

“That’s rude,” she replied, taking a seat on the steps. “We both know I’m nowhere near his level of insanity.”

The sarcastic hum Nanami gave made her scowl.

“Alright, if you called just to bully me, I’m hanging up,” she said, feeling her stomach growl again. “I just had my organs rearranged twice, so I’d like to be able to get some rest.”

“Your fault for asking him to help you,” Nanami replied, no sympathy in his voice. “But I have news. I just heard from Mei and Yaga. You’ve passed the first portion of your Grade 1 probationary period.”

He said it so casually that she thought she’d misheard him for a moment.

“I-” she struggled to breathe again. “I- what? Really?”

Doing the math in her head, she knew it had been a little over seven months, but she still didn’t expect it so soon. Even without the barriers she had, she knew there were some who were stuck at Semi-Grade 1 for years.

“Your solo Grade 1 will be scheduled soon,” Nanami said, sounding amused. “You can expect to hear from Yaga soon with more details.”

She stayed silent, still unable to believe what she was hearing.

“I’m- when is it going to be?”

“Not yet determined,” Nanami replied. “Good job, Rinko. You’ve done really well.”

“I- thank you, Kento,” she whispered. “I mean it. Thank you.”

“It’s not over yet,” he said calmly. “But I’m confident you’ll be fine. I still expect you to tell me why it took you so long to get here when you’ve clearly been capable.”

“Tell you what,” she said, feeling her confidence surge. “I’ll tell you if I pass my solo Grade 1.”

“When you pass your solo Grade 1,” he countered, chuckling. “It’s a deal. I’ll talk to you soon, Rinko. Get some rest.”

Hanging up, she let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

“You got some news?” Gojo asked, his voice at her ear. “Sounded like some good news.”

“I knew you’d be lurking,” she replied, turning to stare at him over her shoulder. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you that it’s rude to eavesdrop?”

His half-hearted shrug caused her to roll her eyes, dropping down onto the stairs next to her.

“Well?”

There was a barely contained smile on his face, his eyebrows raised expectantly.

“I’ve- I’ve passed the probationary period,” she whispered, feeling a grin tug at her lips. “They’re gonna schedule my solo Grade 1. I- I’m so fucking close to Grade 1 I swear I can fucking taste it.”

He was grinning now, leaning over to capture her lips with his. Grasping the side of her neck, he angled her so he could lick into her mouth. Humming against her, he tightened his grip when she tried to pull away slightly.

“I knew you’d do it,” he whispered, finally releasing her. “Not a damn doubt in my mind.”

When he leaned back down, she turned away and laughed when he growled.

“Not here,” she scolded, smacking his hands away. “Quit it!”

His pout made her laugh, her eyes shining as the reality of the news from Nanami finally began setting in.

“Tease,” he grumbled, adjusting his pants. His smirk returned immediately though, and he knocked his shoulder against hers. “You did good.”

She couldn’t hold in her giggle, feeling like she was on top of the world. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins like fire. It felt like nothing could bring her down-

The shrill shriek of her phone seemed to be sent to remind her that she would never get anything for free. Looking down, she felt her heart stutter at the number displayed.

Immediately, she was plummeting down from the high she’d been at moments earlier.

Answering the call shakily, she listened as the voice on the other end spoke. The words were distant, her eyes glazing over as she felt the breath leave her lungs.

Time stopped. The words “turn for the worse” and “you should come as quickly as you can” registered in her mind enough before she felt her eyes welling with tears.

Next - I Say “Sayonara”

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Hi!! I saw that headcanon requests for the Repugnant members was open and as a Repugnant stan I can't not join in (I love yalls headcanons btw, you're kinda who inspired me to do headcanons but I'm too nervous to reveal who I am at this exact moment)

Could you do headcanons of the Repugnant members (or just Mary if you don't wanna do all of them) catching their S/O trying on their clothes and making silly poses in the mirror with their instruments/drumsticks?

Repugnant catching their s/o mimicking them in front of a mirror

Mary Goore

They've been looking for their favorite leather vest for a while now.

After a while they've figured out they must've left it at your place when they were over last time.

So they simply went to your place and got in using the spare key you gave them.

They would have to come over soon anyway. Since they also left their guitar at your place as well, deciding to leave it there for a while after you asked them to teach you a few riffs.

They didn't hear you do anything at first, so they just assumed you weren't around.

Until they came over to your bedroom and heard not only their guitar, but also their partner trying to imitate their growls, clearly trying to do your own little attempt of a Repugnant concert.

They leaned against the doorframe like a lesbian would (something DD teased them about relentlessly) and watched.

You even nailed the little speech they gave before Morbid Ways.

And then, just as you were about to announce the title of the song, you heard a familiar voice growl it out instead.

"Mary?! The fuck, dude?! Scared the shit out of me!"

And they just grinned, pulling you into them with a corny "Mary Goore 2.0" joke.

And then, finally taking their vest off you... as well as the rest of your clothing.

Yup, they fuck you over it.

Are you really surprised?

DD Sars (fwb, not s/o)

He was getting frustrated, not able to find his favorite shirt.

He spent the night at Mary's, since he got wasted last night and their place was simply closer to where he was.

Yes, they did fuck. But that's besides the point.

He ended up taking one of Mary's shirts before heading home.

And as it turned out, you decided to stay for the weekend again. Which was fine, of course. He gave you a key for a reason.

Though it did surprise him a bit to hear his guitar playing "From Beyond the Grave" in his bedroom.

And so he sneaked in there to see you. In his favorite shirt, with his guitar. Imitating the glare he would always give Mary when they started to say dumb shit on stage.

And seeing that made him snicker, which in turn absolutely fucking terrified.

"What are you doing here?!"

"I live here, you stupid cunt."

"... oh. Right."

He's gonna make fun of you for a month.

G. Grotesque

He loves his family. But he also loves his bass. So when his aunt decided to visit his family for a weekend, he wanted to make sure his precious instrument was safe from his very young cousins.

Naturally, he left it with you. His darling, his sweetheart, his pookie, the love of his life, his beloved partner.

And now he was going to visit to pick his bass back.

Maybe (hopefully) get a cuddle session.

And a few kisses.

Okay, lots of kisses.

And since he decided to make this a surprise visit, he did not expect to see you attempting to do a riff from "Another Vision" in his battle jacket that he forgot at your place.

You were failing miserably, hitting the correct notes with luck instead of skill, considering you didn't even hold the guitar properly. Clearly more focuses on making silly poses than actual music.

And fuck, it was absolutely adorable in his eyes. He didn't have the heart to stop you.

Once you finally notices him, the just hugged you, kissing all over your face and repeating how cute you were.

E. Forcas

You felt cold while watching a movie together at his place, so he gave you one of his grey hoodies to warm you up.

And after the movie, he went to make you guys more tea. He had those cool, really big cups that you really liked.

And as you waited in the living room for him to come back from the kitchen, you could hear his fingers drumming against the kitchen table. Sometimes you wondered if he even realized he did that, or it was just a habit of him drumming whenever he had nothing else to do with his hands.

Speaking of drumming, as you waited, you got bored, too. And then you saw his drumsticks. And so you picked them up, pretending to play the drums, imitating the sounds it would make with your mouth.

You didn't even realize when he came back, somehow managing to always be almost completely quiet. But you did realize what you were doing when you saw his amused, yet adoring look.

"I've... made an idiot out of myself, huh?"

He just patted your shoulder before quietly offering to let you try doing it again, but on his actual drum set.

The way your eyes lit up in excitement told him everything.

He showed you a bit of how to play some of their songs. Slower than he would actually play them on stage, of course.

While you had something else planned originally, there was something very endearing in seeing you play (well, attempt to play) his instrument, so he just let you have your fun.

Written by Nosferatu (Jez).

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