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taiiunknown · 1 year

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All I want is You !!!

RiRi X blackReader

Y’all this fic is very much based off my favorite song by Miguel-All I want is you, I very much recommend listening to it while reading 🤷🏽‍♀️

Summary: RiRi has been being a little to friendly with her partner that she have for this project in her class, Y/n becomes suspicious bc she can tell RiRi mechanic partner like her…

Warning ⚠️: Slight Angst, name calling, cursing, light smut I think 🫢

It Was another day at MIT for me , long classes, irritating white kids, I can go on and on, but I didn’t really care that much bc I do know one person who can bring a smile on my face, RIRI WILLIAMS.

Me and RiRi have been dating for 4 months now , ik it doesn’t seem like a long time but me and her connected when I seen her.

*flashback*

We met in the school cafe, she walked up to me and was casually like “We’ve been staring at each other for a while so I thought could break the ice by getting your number and buying your coffee.” Let’s just say my head shook “yes” fast asf.

*flashback over*

As soon class was over I texted her..

Me: RiRi, baby are you busy rn ?

Mi Amor🫶🏽: kinda but you can come over if you want I kinda have company tho .

Me: oh ok that’s fine, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.

*read*

Wow she never left me on read before…

*10 minutes later at RiRi off campus apartment *

I made it to RiRi apartment and made myself comfortable on her sofa when I seen a girl come out of her guess bathroom, “oh,Hi” the girl said nervously “hey.” I said tryna be nice as possible, “oh I see y’all met already” RiRi says coming from her room with some tape in her hand. “Ya, my name is y/n btw” I said smiling 🙂 “hey I’m Aiyana” she said . A hour had passed and all heard was Aiyana giggling while looking back at me while I’m on the couch , I wanted to know what was so funny. “Y/n?”Aiyana said with a smirk “yes” my eyebrows furrowed “why is your forehead kinda big ?” She says snickering “why you so concerned?” I asked with a bit of attitude bc who tf she think she talking too 🤷🏽‍♀️ “y/n!” RiRi shouts like I did something when shawty said something to me “What ?!” I responded “she was joking so stop getting mad quick THATS why I don’t be joking with you like that bc you take everything seriously.” My mouth dropped bc wtf did I even do ? “ima just leave till you calm down” I said grabbing my things and leaving her apartment. When I got back to my car I was just thinking of how stupid both RiRi and Aiyana just sounded for some reason, like wtf .

It’s been two hours since I left RiRi apartment and she haven’t texted nor called to check on my feelings, Maybe I was doing the most ? Or maybe Aiyana planned this when she found out I was coming over.either way I’m still pissed right now .

Mi Amor🫶🏽:We need to talk, Can you come over ?

Me: Last time I was over there I was getting bullied but,Whatever

Mi Amor🫶🏽:Just please come

*20 minutes later now arriving at RiRi apartment*

“So what do you want ?” I said with a raise eyebrow bc I can’t believe RiRi didn’t take my side. “I just wanted to say that I’m so sorry,Mami I never meant to flash out on you like that.I just thought Aiyana was joking and you took it seriously but when you left she literally tried to kiss me so I had to kick her out and I felt so bad because I know your beautiful brain got the thought of her tryna hit on my anyways.Im really sorry” RiRi said holding my had, “i just feel like you don’t want me, because how fast you took up for her and flashed out on me was unbelievable.”I said shedding a tear because this was me and RiRi first little argument. “No baby don’t say that, ALL I WANT IS YOU BABY!no one smiles,or smell like you, no one makes me laugh nor do they throw down in the kitchen like you, you are everything I’ve every wanted and I’m so sorry to make you feel that way and trust me this will never happen again and I’m not hanging with that delusional bitch anymore also!”Riri said reassuring me, “I love you so much…” she said lastly while wiping the little tears that is daring to come out of my eyes “I love you too” I said slightly grinning bc she is so sweet. “Let me show you how much I love you…”RiRi said leading me to her room.

It gets a lil 🥵 spicy

“Ughhh RiRi I can’t take it babyyyy” I said with my face In RiRi pillow while she is literally drilling my shit, “uh uh take that shit,Be my good girl!” RiRi said grunting silently. “I’m so close bab-yyyyyy plea-se” I was very close and we have been going for 40 minutes now and it feels like my brain is about to explode 🤯 “Hold it baby” RiRi said while speeding up faster and faster like wtf is this bitch tryna kill me 😀 “you forgive me my baby?” RiRi said while drilling me in full speed “YES!YES!YES! Baby just plz let me cum I love you so much baby just let m-” oh shit I came With out RiRi permission,I’m sorry but I couldn’t hold it any longer… Fuck Fuck Fuck what I’m do now? RiRi slows down she pulls out and turn me facing her while Im panting lightly, “Did I tell you to cum?” RiRi said while slowly removing her clothes,I’m on the bed laid out can barely even move. I see RiRi slowly getting on top of me and opening my legs so she can be on top of me, oH fuck I’m already feeling overstimulated 🤦🏾‍♀️ . I thought she was gonna start off slow but she started off fast I guess to chase her own high “FUCK BABY THIS PUSSY FEELS SO GOOD AND WET FOR ME!” RIRI MOANED AND IT WAS MUSIC TO MY EARS EVEN THOUGH ALL THE WORDS THAT IS COMING OUT OF ME IS “AH-FUCKKKKKKKK RIRIIIII UHHHUHH” I think them the only words that is functioning in my vocabulary right now “RiRi legs began to shake while mines was already shaking like a two dollar stripper. “FUCK CUM WITH ME BABYYYY!” RiRi shouted and I did what I was told 🤷🏽‍♀️. After being fucked senseless,Riri ran both of us a bath and she had to help be to the restroom bc my legs felt like jelly and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t feel my pu-, anywhoooo. After that RiRi changed the sheets while I’m still in the tub relaxing bc she told me to rest my legs and let my body soak while she put on her clothes for bed and find me clothes also. Minutes passed and we was both in bed cuddled up, “I love you so much yk?” I said slowly falling asleep “ik you was screaming it for a hour mami”she said smirking “you better be glad I’m sore bc I would’ve slapped you” I said giggling bc she was right 💀

“I love you too,Mami never for get that” RiRi said while I’m already knock tf out 😭

The End!

#riri williams #riri x oc #shuri x riri #riri x reader #iron heart #wakanda forever

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commaclear · 1 year

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"at heart, im a himbo. depending on the day mabye some bimbo. point is im hot and stupid at first glance but the more layers you peel the more you see how dastardly i am.

*cough cough* foreshadowing *cough cough*

-ÆÆ anon"

oh they sure are fucking more dastardly than they look, and they're foreshadowing because of what IM ABOUT TO REVEAL TO YOU. well no, they're actually foreshadowing an evil scheme they had planned, BUT IM HERE TO INTERVENE BEFORE YOU CAN LET THE FORESHADOWING SLIP OVER YOUR HEADS.

Oh yeah and I'm quackity apologist anon, btw- I'm intentionally revealing my identity. For why? I'll get there in a minute

qaa. I understand that our history has been mostly all bad, and that I've wronged you a whole lot too. I meddled with you and your new spouses, and I warned Æ Æ about you. because I didn't trust you, and I though I saw in Æ Æ what happened with our marriage, I thought I was preventing more heartbreak.

BUT IT TURNS OUT, I SHOULDNT HAVE BEEN PROTECTING Æ Æ FROM HEARTBREAK IN UR RELATIONSHIP, IT WAS YOU WHO NEEDED PROTECTION.

okay that doesn't sound right I I'm not saying you're a damsel in distress- but I AM SAYING THAT Æ Æ ANON IS A BITCHASS MOTHERFUCKER WHO'S ONLY HERE TO CAUSE CHAOS AND THEN PEACE OUT ONCE YOU GET PREGNANT

AND I HAVE PROOF THRU FORM OF SCREENSHOYS BOTCHES!!!!!

Æ Æ anon and I had been in each other's dms after the whole creepy stalker fiasco and so once I was absolutely destroyed by qaa's analysis abt me, distraught, I ran to my ex stalker to cry about how ruined I was and make peace with them.

but... they didn't seem to want to make peace... so I decided to politely listen...

THEY WILL DENY ALL ACCUSATIONS THIS BITCH

I was hoping they would see I didn't want revenge and stop proposing the scheme but they were COMMITTED in CONVINCING ME

I was backed into a corner. so I pretended to go along with it... with relishing in my love for spicy salsas and a spice. OK IK IK IM NOT VERY GOOD AT ACTING but I think they bought it-

and the fuckin bastard thought I could never reveal what they said that day, WELL THEY UNDERESTIMATED THE POWER OF MY PETTINESS TO SCREW THEM OVER.

and the sad thing is that I liked you Æ Æ, I really did. 🥺 when you stalked me and left me ominous messages I felt seen for the first time in a long time, and though I feared for my life at first, then you showed that you meant no harm and we spoke! I still exposed you because you were being a creep, but you respected my decision when I warned you in ur face that I'd do so and I felt safe enough around u to run to you before anyone else after your spouse psycho-analyzed the fuck out of me.

but now I know that you were only nice to me because I was notorious for causing chaos in the inbox community and you never even cared about ANYONE here. so fuck that, fuck u, eat shit, get exposed, run back to the mountains and grow ur own fuckin chaos carrots bitch. I may have REAL bad issues with my ego and resentment, but if anything I should be GRATEFUL that someone pointed out why I'm so fuckin MISERABLE, not deciding to RUIN THEIR LIFE for your own sick entertainment.

if I'm being honest, this ask might not even stop them from marrying qaa and Wilbur semi defender anon, but I divorced qaa because I thought I came to the realization that we weren't ready for commitment. and now my guts are telling me that there's NO WAY Æ Æ was EVER ACTUALLY INTERESTED IN STAYING IN A COMMITTED, LOVING UNION WITH U 2

so I leave with one final statement:

I WARNED YOU ABOUT STAIRS BRO!!!! I TOLD YOU DOG!

- quackity apologist anon

Holy shit

I don't even have the words

#anons my beloved #quackity apologist anon #my own personal soap opera

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chiefweasel · 1 year

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Anyways here's that. Comic I drew based on the. Fic.

GUYS PLEASE DONT LAUGH AT ME MY ART IS BAD IK ALL OF THE COLORS ARE WRONG AND EVERYTHING QND UGH

I was going for a storyboard vibe

Anyways in case anyone's forgotten, here's the section of the fic the comic came from

The wording isn't exactly the same, I'm still working out which wording I should keep

It was all because of some stupid promise.

Had he not said something as a child, the chances may have been slim, but he did say something as a child, and if he was anything, Chief Weasel was a Weasel of his word. When it came to important things, at least.

The Chief was a part of a generation known typically as the ‘Awkward Generation’ born in a time before the Wild Wood, old enough, back then, to understand the discrimination against them, but not old enough to understand why the change happened. The Awkward Generation was the most psychologically affected, thus gaining that nickname. Chief Weasel could still remember well what his school days were like.

In Cheif Weasel’s early years, the years before the Wild Wood, he wasn’t the same Weasel you’d expect. But who was when they were young? Before the Wood, Chief Weasel went to school. He went to school with all sorts of animals. Squirrels and Moles and Rabbits and Stoats, Mice and Foxes and Otters. He could remember all too well the things the animals would say and do to him. Taunting, teasing, it wasn’t rare for the weasel pup to come home with a black eye or a bloodied lip. Sometimes worse. And they said weasels had nasty habits, weasels couldn’t be trusted. In his youngest years, the pup’s mother would help to patch him up. Only in his youngest years though, for his father was not good at such things and when his mother was gone, she was gone.

It wasn’t long before the bullied animals, the foxes, weasels, and stoats (as well as some squirrels and rabbits that didn’t receive the same treatment, but were kind enough to befriend the poor animals) had banded together both in school and outside of it.

There was one day when following the sound of muffled sniffles led the weasel pup to find a friend of his, hiding in a hollowed tree. He held a hand over his mouth, but the scent of iron was strong.

“What’d they do to you?” the pup asked, ducking to crawl into the hollows of the tree. The smaller weasel pup looked up at the one invading on his private crying space with wide eyes, still covering his mouth.

“Wh-what?”

“Move your hand.”

The pups stared at each other until, defeated, the smaller moved his hand from his mouth. The smell of iron became much stronger, seeming now to assault the pup’s nose. There was a puddle of blood seeming to pool in his hand. There was a small piece of a tooth in the middle of the pool. The larger pup furrowed his eyebrows, leaning forward.

“Let me see.”

The smaller hesitated but quietly opened his mouth, his tongue pointed to his upper front tooth, the gum in the area was still bleeding heavily and the weasel quickly snapped his mouth shut. His bloodied hand quickly returned to his face.

“Who did it to you.”

“One of the rats..” He admitted quietly, looking up at him, giving what almost seemed to be weasel-pup eyes.

The larger pup understood what the other was asking, and began trying to comfort him. “Well, I overheard my dad talking to Sheryl’s mum.” The smaller weasel perked up as he heard the other begin to speak. Benji was always rather charismatic, and when it was known he was about to say something important, foxes, weasels, and the others in the area had to listen. It was something he’d gotten from his dad. Benji told the smaller weasel of the plans the animals had to go to a better place. Somewhere where they could be themselves and no one would bother them. The smaller’s eyes lit up as the weasel pup spoke. “And one day,” he said as his speech was coming to an end, “I’ll take charge! And when I’m in charge, I’ll make life better for all of us, and you’ll be my right-hand man!”

It was the day.

Chief Weasel was dead.

And the new one had to chose a right hand man.

#the wind in the willows #chief weasel #witw #the wild wooders #lesser weasel #chief x lesser

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kpophubb · 2 years

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Hii it's me!

Your Hee anonie~ ☆

I'm back and ready to spam you with love. However, this message won't be any soft hour or imagine :O !

Firstly, seeing your response makes me giggle and my friends actually suspected for like 2 weeks that I actually had a crush on someone. As if law school gives time for that. ANYWAY after much confrontation I told them that it's me reading your response to my asks hehehe

Secondly, soooooooo I am huge reader and I mainly love to read classics, mysteries and legal thrillers (whodunit!!!) And there was book fair in my campus!! 60% off 😲 SO OFC I WENT and I was picking up classics, some textbooks etc. And I passed by romance section. Now I am not a romance reader (I have read a few which I LOVE) anyway but I love looking at what's new or what's currently hot in each genre. And suddenly I get surrounded by like 8 girls who are simultaneously going "NO PLS YOU GOTTA READ THIS ILL GIVE MY FIRST BORN IF YOU DO" "it's so good" "you'll cry" "you jaw will be hanging open" blah blah etc etc and help I didn't even know like 3 of them 😭

Guess which book of them were talking about ??

Coolen Hoover's It Ends With Us. And ngl I am kinda hesitant about romance genre itself but also a little to try books from Katie Roberts, Colleen Hoover, Jenny Han etc. Because I just feel like I will be disappointed and there will be a lot of "oh they're teenagers, they're growing they make stupid mistakes" kinda things idk if I am able to explain it nicely. Just hesitant that I might invest time into a book only to get irritated at tbe actions of the characters. And while I do understand that there won't be any drama if the characters were completely rational and fine, it just gets under my nerves when they make stupid decisions like getting back with someone who cheated on them, parents being useless, doing drugs at parties etc. IK I SOUND LIKE A STUCK UP RN BUT PLS I JUST WANT A BOOK WITH RATIONAL AND NORMAL PEOPLE. anyway point is I was like ??? Is this a cult ??? Anyway I ended up getting the book because well they were like "we'll pay for it !!" And how can I say no to my bestie spending money 🤨🤨 true friendship right there.

And then I OPEN TUMBLR AND SEE COLLEEN HOOVER IN YOUR ACC ?? IS THIS A CULT ?

Also here are the romance books I have read AND really loved :

1. House in the Cerulean Sea (ok not really romance but ?? It's still fluff and has romance and found family)

2. Red, white and Royal Blue

3. The Kiss Quotient

4. The Lovely War

Pls I will FRAME THIS BOOK. MAKE A SHRINE. SO GOOD. help.

Anyway do tell me your thoughts on your fav books if you read !! And hehehe pls 🙏 saw your masterlist 😟 I am stunned 🤐 speechless 🤯 masterpieces 💫 I gotta binge read everything now ig I have no other choice.

ALSO YES THIS IS WHAT I ACTUALLY STARTED WRITING THIS ASk FOR.

Are you up for some angst too? Like I have some angsty thoughts if you want. Ofc with enha AlSo may include some SKZ members idk I am not telling 😚

Anyway stay hydrated !! Byeeeee ♡☆♡☆♡

Also yes I manifest Jake hoon live everytime I send you an ask hehe

Hello and welcome my hee anonie 🥺🫶🏻 (I just saw your ask a while ago and I DASHED to get all my work done so I could sit down and reply nicely to you that’s how much attention you deserve from me and everyone) FIRST AND FOREMOST, HAPPY HEESEUNG DAY!🖤

Aaaaaah I love this kinda gossip!! You don’t even have to come up with imagines all the time trust me I love it sm when ppl fill me up with their random thoughts and what they did throughout the day cause it’s so adorable to me!! You can always go upto someone and send them fanfics, but only ppl who care for u and love u truly will sit down and listen to you rant and find you cute for it! For me you’re like that ♡ and ugh omg!😭 if they suspected that, then that means my asks must have made you SMILE REALLY BIG!🥺 that makes me so flattered and smiley you have no idea xhdndjdndj yaay achievement unlocked!😘 (ikr how do people even date when they’re law or med students but FIRST, how do people even date when they Stan enha istg I can’t find anyone else attractive irl my brain has smh registered jake as my real love lmao anyway)

Now I’ll be real honest with you. I’d give it ends with us a 7.5/10 and not really recommend it for someone like you who’s really busy and looking for a 11/10 experience, without any disappointments. I read the book when I was 16 y/o and I remember finding it so touching and good but when I reread the book again once I turned 18, I realized there are so many things wrong with that book? So many mistakes and messed up situations and most importantly, so many triggering themes with no warnings like- childhood trauma, death of a loved one, abusive parents, rape etc. etc. it’s a real bad buzz if you have any one of these traumas as it might inflict unwanted pain inside your heart for no reason. On the other hand, I’d really suggest you “twisted love.” It’s an adult romance book, it’s for mature adult readers, has twists and smut too, friendships, family and it’s really an ♾️/10 for me. :’) <3 and about your Recs??! I’d definitely check them out baby I’m a big bookaholic!

Aww thank you so so much?🥹 I really like editing pics and videos as a free time hobby and since I didn’t have access to internet for 2 hours I edited all the layouts and pics for my masterlist! Thank u so much for showering my works with love. :’) and pls I love angst? Angst is so so underrated in my opinion. Everywhere is fluff and smut but my fav genre is angst tbh. I have a request to you, in your free time, PLS READ MY FIC “but were you mine?” Part 1 is attached to it read it first it’s a small drabble and I also attached and made a video with the title to double the heartbreak effect lol. It was really personal, the dialogues really reflected the insides of my heart a lot, unrequited love and I go hand in hand and that fic I wrote is the most special and closest to my heart. So I’d be so honoured if you read the 2 series drabble and lmk your thoughts. And, I’ll also be up for your angsty imagines ugh I’ll be waiting!!

You take care too bubs!! Ikr I hope so too jakehoon always come live when we talk? That would be so cool!😭 it’s already so cool that you found my book ask after you bought it, see everything you do brings you back to me tehee <3 🙈 now time for my unnecessary tmis that you didn’t ask for. OKAY SO remember how I told you I wanted to make a collector enha ig account? I FINALLY MADE IT! aah so so happy I’ve always found them so aesthetic I can’t believe I made one for me. 🥹 I’ll be posting reels someday too over there hehe! I also feel very relaxed recently cause I wrote poetry in my journal and decorated it with my feelings so AAAH! Since this got quite long anyway, I’ll end this but let you know first that- YOU ARE LOVED, YOU ARE AMAZING, YOU ARE APPRECIATED, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, BE KIND TO YOURSELF AND I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH! 🤍🤍

#mia’s asks #engene 💌#my hee anonie

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captainfinnsboat · 2 years

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Thought I would share some WIPs that I never finished or did anything with.

1. This one is a star wars au (ik that the Jedi code warns against possession/obsession and not relationships as a whole but I needed plot armor).

"Tommy don't you remember? We're brothers!" Wilbur exclaims desperately.

"Jedi don't have brothers. " Tommy replies.

"We aren't Jedi! At least I'm not, and your better than all of them. We both are. Your to good for them! Just take my hand and everything can be like it was before. It can be better! Don't you want that, Tommy? Doesn't that sound nice?" The Jedi freezes. Something in his old master's words strikes him to his core.

"It does....."

"Then come with me."

"But you kill people!" He shouts.

"So do you!" He screams.

The blonde flinches and Wilbur forces himself to relax with a deep, shaky breath, "Just- listen, please. " he says with tears in his eyes.

"You belong by my side. I'm the last person in the galaxy that still trusts you! That still cares about you! I love you, Tommy. I can't lose you again. " The jedi ponder his words intently. Tears of frustration gather in his sad, blue eyes. The boy angrily wipes his tears on his dirty sleeve, smearing some dirt on his cheek. Wilbur wants to wipe away the dirt and tears with his thumb, like he used to. But the blue shine of Tommy's tears from his lightsaber keep the Sith away.

"Okay, " Tommy says, retracting his saber and standing straight to make eye contact with the other, "Okay, Wilbur. I'll go with you. "

Wilbur smiles.

2. This one is a dragon au type deal. I can't really explain it.

Wilbur had always been the more sickly of the two so, when they were given the option to fight in the pit for a chance at freedom, Technoblade was the one to step forward. Wilbur protested adamantly but the pinkette ignored him. Wilbur was thin and malnourished. Well, they both were malnourished but Wilbur came down with a cough or fever every other moon and his limp would get him killed in the pit.

Technoblade fought in the pit for 4 and half years before he earned enough money to buy himself and his twin's freedom. Techno had worried that the Lord wouldn't except his earnings and keep them enslaved, as many Lords often did with dragon born slaves, but he begrudgingly accepted the payment and let the Twins walk out of the estate hand in hand.

"I spent years fightin' for my brother and I's freedom. If I fight in the war now I could be captured. If I become a prisoner of war I will be sold off to a wealthy Lord and forced to live as a slave again and I can't do that. I can't take that risk because if I am gone then my brother will have no one to care for him and he will die. I fought to hard to get to were I am. I can't throw it all away now." Techno's words are cold and calculated and Tommy releases a low frustrated squack at his indifference and ruffles his feathers. He understands Techno's devotion but he is annoyed by his ignorance.

"But you aren't free. Not really. You and Wilbur are forced to live under the city. Your underpaid and overworked and forbidden to involve yourselves in politics. You can't leave the city without written permission and the punishment for carrying weapons or defending yourselves is death. You are not free but, if you come with me and join the rebellion, then maybe some day, you can be." Tommy says.

3. I wrote this after watching Wilbur's last dsmp stream.

"I- I never used to be this angry... What happened to me Tubbo? To us? "

Tubbo pauses, thinking to himself, before slowly leaning back against the bench and turing to his friend.

He smiles solemnly and says, "To much, "

"Heh- yeah, " Tommy replies softly, "Do you think we'll ever be free? " he asks.

"What do you mean? "

"Like, I don't think we've ever been free to just- be kids, ya know? "

The brunette stares at him intently.

"We were soldiers, then we were leaders, " he sighs, " prisoners, refugees, brothers, workers, and a million other stupid things. For once, just once, I want to be Tommy. "

"I never thought about it like that... It sounds nice. Just Tubbo. "

Tommy turns to his friend. The face that he meets is one that he hasn't seen in a long- long, time.

It's still Tubbo, but younger, softer. His horns barley peak out from the hair on his head. His burn scars are non-exsistent and the bags under his good eye are gone. He looks happy.

The vision fades away, but Tommy's smile doesn't.

Tubbo's face contorts in confusion, "What are you thinking about, boss man? " he inquires.

"A better time. A time long gone," he replies.

The brunette hums in reply, "Do you remember when you set my house on fire? " he says with a laugh.

"Oh, uh- yeah. Sorry 'bout turnin' it into a panic shelter, by the way. "

"It's no problem, man. Not like I was using it anyway. "

Tommy nods, "Cool."

Tubbo looks back to the horizon, deep in thought, before he speaks, "I can't believe Wilbur really left. It feels like he's still here. "

A sigh, "Yeah, " the blonde says, "I wish he actually was. "

Tears threaten to fall as he remembers Wilbur's final goodbye. He understands, truly, he does. But it isn't fair.

4. This was for a walking dead au (It has two parts).

A) Technoblade knew that losing Tommy would destroy Wilbur, and he knew that it would destroy him as well. The moment that Tommy took his last breath would be the moment that all the color drained from their lives. It would no longer be worth it.

B) Wilbur knew that he cared about Phil. He was one of his only friends. He knew that, if he should pass, he would miss him dearly. Wilbur did not however, expect to feel so utterly hopeless. The greif was gut wrenching. All he wanted to do was hold Tommy and Techno close as he cried. Somewhere during the last 4 years the brunette had learned to care for Phil almost as much as he cared for his brothers. Phil's death made Wilbur scared. Scared for his family. Techno was more that capable of taking care of himself, but Tommy was barely 15. He was skinny and absolutely rubbish with a gun. Wilbur wanted to steal the boy away and hide him from all the dangers of the world. Lock him up and keep him all to himself. But he couldn't. Tommy was to bright to be locked in the dark and he was not made to be hidden away from the world. The isolation would kill his brother almost as effectively as a bullet.

I have A LOT more of these so lemme know if you wanna see em. Probably gonna post them anyway though.

#thats all for now #fanfic #dsmp fanfic #sbi fanfic #sbi au #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza #tubbo #tommy innit #dream smp #crimeboys #sleepy bois inc fanfiction

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fr3aklike-me · 2 years

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i saw u thing u reblogged abt telling u abt my crush and i’ve been dying to tell someone about this

they are just so fine its overwhelming sometimes, v much golden retriever thembo gymrat

but i kissed them today finally and it wasnt like butterflies or anything like that it just felt so right(?) ik that sounds so cheesy but idk how else to explain it they make me feel like a stupid teenager again its amazing

theres been so much tension over the last couple weeks bcos neither of us were making a move and all of our friends just want us to fuck already but god just kissing them felt like home and im cringing at myself but if i could’ve just stayed in their arms forever i would

omg, well, thank you so much for trusting me with it! I'm so happy you got to share it, and am more than happy to hear more bc this is all so sweet

yooo, I fucking love that. the kind of beauty and handsomeness someone possesses when you're crushing on them and know them to their very core? actually immaculate. for me, that kind of attraction feels amped up by, like, ten times through knowing the person's personality. LMAO, this is actually my first time hearing the term "thembo," so I just searched it up dkjjfdf thank you for teaching me it

AWEEEEE OMG OMG. YESSS I AM SO HAPPY TO HEAR!! it's not cheesy at all, omg, embrace the romance and someone feeling like home because it is an amazing feeling. the kind of giddiness we felt for crushes as teenagers was honestly the most intense and amazing thing ever, so I am so happy to hear your crush is making you feel like that!

that is so funny LMAO bc your friends were all like, "Are y'all gonna get to it or?" kdjksjd. but, still, that kind of slow burn is also so full of yearning, it's wonderful. I'm so happy that you guys finally made that move, I know personally how hard it can be when it's a friend you're crushing on. omg, I'm listening to some cute music rn and reading this at the same time is sending me into such a good mood. like, feeling at home in your crush's arms? as you should!! that's such a great feeling!! and the fact that you feel this intense attraction to them, and they're making you feel like a teenager again? I am literally bouncing in excitement for y'all. if you're comfortable, please keep me updated omg!! or even just gush about them whenever you want bc I am loving this energy so much

#answered asks #anons

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emogen-heaney · 2 years

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List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last 10 mutuals who reblogged something from you. Spread the happiness and positivity!!

(skip to end for a tl:dr ("too long: dont read"), aka a summary of the list if you so please your majesty)

1. listening to music with headphones by myself or through a speaker with my friends

2. my friends!! ik that sounds basic but my friends are genuinely my biggest source of happiness, i love that many of my close friends are okay with me being physically affectionate and with my love languages, theyre seriously the absolute best <33

3. seeing angel numbers!! lately ive been seeing a LOT of 111, but ive also seen a bit of 222, 333, 444 and ik its not an angel number but ive been unintentionally catching the time as 11:11 more often than usual so thats fun

4. PHYSICAL AFFECTION i sound. like a fucking 2014 slightly less emo version of my oldest sister (derogatory). anyways i love physical affectionnnn!!!!! i love hugging my friends SO much i do it literally all of the time i love having my arms around their lower half, tucking my chin on their shoulder and (with whom are comfortable, aka one (1) person) kissing their cheek as they work or explain to you gay nerd shit™ you dont understand and i loOVE kissing my bffs in platonic places oh my mmmmmm!!!!!!! /nsx. i love kissing!!!! but like, not with two mouths!!!!!!! omg places like forehead, cheek, nose, chin if im at an awkward angle, back of their neck (like at the top, not where its seen as sort of sexual or anything), collarbone, shoulder, arms, hands, oh my god THATS MY SHIT!!!!!! /POS

5. being alive. mm yeah okay lemme get sappy w you for a bit bare (/ref you're welcome @curious-georg) with me here; i am happy to be alive. a year ago, two, probably even fucking three by now, i didn't think i'd be able to even think that. i didnt think that would ever be me, that i would ever think living was worth sticking around for. i thought it was troublesome, burdening, annoying and overall stupid that i had to live and it was a lose-lose situation—living im miserable, but dying i make everyone who actually gave a shit sad for a while and trust me i. know. that. shit. hurts. and long story short i didn't wanna fucking live. as depressing as that sounds, its honest. but now? i am happy to be alive. im happy that i get to see people laugh, smile, their eyes, holding hands, bubbles, alley cats, color changing speakers, jack daniels, movies from [totally not illegal websites] and rewatching my newest comfort movie, being in love even if yes its 100% with my ex and i am genuinely not ashamed of that, i am happy that i am here to live through those the good and bad and i am happy that i get to experience these things. life can be really worth living, when you think about it.

tl:dr version of list

1. music

2. my friends

3. angel numbers

4. physical affection

5. being alive (/srs)

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mayrarcjas · 8 months

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@salemcampbell

mayra:

-mayra fidgets; her old habit of picking at her cuticles coming back as she waited, impatiently, for Salem to open after knocking.-

Salem Campbell:

-opens the door after some time, looking like he just fell out of bed- Oh hey, Mayra. Sorry, I think I fell asleep on my desk. -lets out a yawn- Can I help you with something?

mayra.

-she bites her bottom lip; anxiety getting the best of her- I'm sorry to bother you, Salem, but I was hoping to talk to you about something that could benefit the community ... if you have a second?

Salem Campbell:

Of course I got a second. I might even have two. -chuckles half-heartedly at his lackluster attempt of telling a joke, before gesturing to Mayra to follow him inside of his apartment- Come on in. You want a cup of coffee? Or something else to drink?

mayra.

-she offered a half smile as she followed close behind him. mayra looked around, finding his apartment very home-y a place she would definitely feel comfortable in- Unless you have something a little stronger, I'm good. -she looked around again- Don't take this the wrong way but, this is not how I thought your place would look.

Salem Campbell:

-raises an eyebrow at her- Pretty sure I have some stray moonshine somewhere here. You alright? -goes to search for the bottle; chuckles at her remark- What did you expect my place would look like?

mayra.

Not this. -she smiled with a chuckle- It’s cozy. Simplistic with a side of minimalism. I like it. -mayra takes a seat-

Salem Campbell:

-finds the bottle somewhere along his belongings- Thanks. It took some work to get it there. -after some consideration, gets two glasses and fills them, before sitting down in front of them and taking a seat- So, what can I help you with?

mayra.

-she takes the offered glass and sips. a slow soft breath released before she began- As you know, the winter months are quickly approaching and at some point, the ground won't be a source of food anymore. Obviously, that's not something we can handle right now. That loss will make things difficult. But we can avoid that with a greenhouse.

Salem Campbell

-he takes a sip from his own glass, making a face at the taste, but listening to her intently- A greenhouse. That's a pretty good idea actually. It might be tough to build one big enough and find the material for that but... A greenhouse can't hurt. How did you get the idea?

mayra.

-mayra chuckles- I wish I had some cool explanation or a moment where I had an epiphany, but honestly, I was replanting the marigolds and the idea popped in my head. I'm more than happy to help build one.

Salem Campbell:

If you know how to build one that'd be amazing. I'll suggest it to the council and see what they think but I think they'll agree.

mayra.

I'm not fully versed in how to do it, but I have a general idea. I can draw up a makeshift blueprint and talk to Sol about it as well. -mayra hesitated, taking in another sip.- Can Isaac not be part of it? The build, not the vote. Obviously he has to be 'cause of his position but, I'm sure we can get it done just fine.

Salem Campbell:

That sounds like a good plan. -eyes her curiously when she asks about Ike not beeing involved- I think that won't be a problem. -pauses for a moment- Is everything okay? With you and Isaac?

mayra.

-she battled between speaking her truth or offering a sliver of information. mayra's eyes slightly narrowed at salem- I know you're only asking 'cause you're part of the Council, but I can assure you that whatever issues Isaac and I have are not Council worthy.

Salem Campbell

I'm not just asking because I'm a council member. -sighs and takes a sip from his drink- I was asking for myself. If something's bothering you, talking about it can help. -gives her a tired smile- I don't bring stuff up to the council unless people ask me to.

mayra.

-she moved her head to look out the window. she chewed on the inside of her lip for a moment- It's stupid. -turns to look back at salem- I thought I could trust him with some personal information and I was wrong. -mayra shrugs- Hurts but that's life, right?

Salem Campbell

Jesus. That ain't supid. Pretty reasonable to be upset by that. -takes another sip from his drink before giving her a sympathetic glance- Did he tell someone that information?

mayra.

-she takes a sip - already feeling exhausted- I sure hope not. -she lets out a worried chuckle- No. The issue is I told him, and he shut down and left. I don't know what I expected, honestly. Our... -she paused- ...situationship, I guess you could call it, was never really something of feelings and real intimacy. But there was something there. Something that made me feel safe and now ... -she quiets, staring passed salem and takes another sip-

Salem Campbell

And now you've kinda lost that feeling of safety. Cause you don't know if you can tell him things without him shutting down? -looks away from her down into his glass as if considering the moonshine, before returning his attention to her- Have you tried talking to him since then?

mayra.

Last two conversations we've had resulted in one of us walking away. The first one was me. -she hesitated, contemplating her choice of words- I kind of held a knife to his throat in that one. -mayra snorts- No - is the answer to your question. Honestly, at this point, I don't even know if I want to.

Salem Campbell

You held a knife up to his-? -blinks at her, before shaking his head with a chuckle, before turning a little more serious- I mean I'm not sure if you're looking for advice, and if you aren't feel free to tell me to shut up, but... do you think you'll be okay with not talking to him a few months from now? Or a year?

mayra.

-she contemplated his question- Who knows if we'll even still be here in a year.

Salem Campbell

Alright. Fair point. -puts his glass down in front of him- What I'm getting at is if you still want him to be in your life. Are you fine to leave things like they are now forever? -looks at her gently, before reaching for his glass again to empty it- Because to me it kinda sounds like what you told him maybe brought some memories back for him too. And maybe he has no idea how to tell you that it did, so he shuts down. Doesn't change the fact that he hurt you, of course.

mayra.

-she listened intently to his advise. she tapped her finger against the glass, taking the last bit. mayra then eyed him carefully- What'd you do before the world went to shit, Salem?

Salem Campbell

-raises an eyebrow- Well, if you mean job, I was a carpenter. If you mean generally, I was mostly busy raising my siblings. Why?

mayra.

No reason. -she softly smiles- You just talk like you have some life behind you. Siblings, I'm assuming, surely do that.

Salem Campbell

They put a whole lot of years on your back. Especially six of 'em. -smiles contently but sadly at the memory, before shaking his head- We all got life behind us, don't we? And plenty of things we don't know how to talk about.

mayra.

Who'd've thought we needed therapy in a zombie apocalpyse? -mayra chuckles- Thank you for the drink and for hearing my idea. I trust you'll let me know what the Council says when they make a decision.

Salem Campbell

Of course I will. -he hesitates for a moment- I hope you'll figure something with Ike that you feel comfortable with. Regardless of what that is.

mayra.

Thanks. -mayra stands and heads for the door- You're cooler than what I thought you were gonna be.

#mayra ;; threads #mayra x salem ;; threads #salem — 001

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sofi786 · 2 years

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Ranting

I am so fucking pissed at my aunt, I literally can't describe!!

She told on me to my mom!!!

So like I was talking with a male friend (I live in a Muslim household, so according to them it's fucking absurd, which I can't change because they are stuck in the generational, cultural shit) I finally got my mom to trust that ONE male friend after so much effort,

Now the thing that happened was I was talking with him and I told him I am on periods (it slipped through, and I didn't realise that)

Now in the morning, my aunt needed to call someone (she broke her phone accidentally, it fell from her hand) so I gave mine up without thinking much (I trusted her) and I went to take a bath, when I came out she came to me and asked about (I can't put his name here so we'll call him 'S') S, that is he my friend and I was like yeah is

She asked me why did I tell him that I am on my periods? (Which Ik is wrong, it slipped my mind) and then I realised

SHE WENT THROUGH MY CHATS WITHOUT ASKING ME!!

And now she threatened me, told that she'll tell my mom about this, BUT we got into an agreement, she'll keep her mouth shut and I promised I won't do this again! Which was fine by me.

But today, when I asked my mom if I can go do a project with my friend (idk why she LOATHES my friends, I am completely aware that I am in a good company, but according to her I shouldn't hang out with girls, not my religion) She's like you aren't leaving the house I am hearing alot about you recently! She shouted at me so bad, (Ik this will not sound good, but I am on no good terms with my mom, if she shouts at me I shout right back at her) So being that I shouted back, because I don't like people talking about me behind my back and I one for sure don't care about anyone's opinion.

She told me that my aunt told her about that incident and I was shocked. Because it took alot of effort to get her to trust that guy and she RUINED it completely!!!

I accepted that I was wrong, that it slipped through me and I won't do it again!

I feel so betrayed right now, I can't describe, I really needed to get this out or else I would have suffocated myself with this!

My brother always warned me about trusting that woman, but I defended her and said she won't do that with me (let's say my brother doesn't have good relation with that aunt and uncle, and now I am realising why, but I am sort of a bridge in between my aunt, uncle and my mom and dad, So I always endure it, but if I speak up and talk back to her she gives me a look of a kicked puppy and basically guilt trips me) I am never talking with her again after this one.

She completely broke my trust and I feel bad and stupid for trusting her and defending her.

I should have just listened to my brother and kept my distance. 🙂

If you make it till here, thank you for being patient enough and wasting your time on this silly rant of this silly stupid girl 🙂🙏🏻

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sukirichi · 3 years

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good girl (m.)

You’re such a good wife to Naoya that he rewards you for your obedience.

request. naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man’s gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj)

cw. explicit smut, riding, dirty talk WITH praising bcos why not, dom! husband naoya, sexism, overstimulation, creampie, lots of kissing, titty sucking, you might end up liking naoya and that’s a warning

note. LISTEN. this is purely self indulgent even if this is a request. my bestie requested this to me anyway so ik she won’t mind i pictured myself as the reader :) so if you don’t like how the reader and naoya was portrayed, that’s a you problem :) EDITED BECAUSE IT’S NAOYA YAY, also got inspired by @caizen ‘s ask about naoya wanting his wife to not bow too deep because he wants to see her face :)

[part of the trophy wife collection]

Being Naoya Zen’in’s trophy wife required a lot of things. You had to be immaculate, précised, refined and full of dignity in everything you did. He already did the work all by himself just to keep the house running, his hard work the only reason you were able to live such a comfortable, luxurious life. On top of that, you had an extremely powerful man trusting you to welcome him every night, and who were you to not fulfill your duty as his wife well?

The moment the black limousine parked on the driveway, the guards lined on duty opening the doors of him and the rest of the house staff greeting him, you were already in front of everyone.

Keep your head down, but don’t look too hard at your feet. Naoya-sama wants to see your face – his lovely wife’s face – upon his arrival.

He would never say it out loud, but five years and counting of marriage with him meant you knew him better than anyone. Through his confident and arrogant self, Naoya worried about a lot of things, you included. There were times he’d wake up in the middle of a nightmare in which he lost you, his arms scrambling to find your body to press it against his for reassurance. You were there, you would always be there, but the confirmation never hurt.

You bowed down to him, skin cleared, cheeks flushed, and lips glossy – all telltales of a happy, nurtured wife who was well taken care of – present before him. And you were beautiful too; the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“Welcome home, Naoya-sama.”

Naoya’s shoulders immediately relaxed at the sight of you dressed in your yukata, hair done perfectly and hands clasped politely in your lap. He tried not to let it show too much though, even though his staff had watched him grow up, he needed to keep his pride as the clan leader. Not even his precious wife could make him tear down his walls in public, though you did not need to worry about his brash attitude, following him inside three steps behind as he’d instructed.

He loosened his tie and dismissed the other servants, locking the door of your shared room. “Is my tea prepared?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, mixed with jasmine just as you like.”

Naoya’s hands stilled on his tie. His gaze fluttered over yours, eyes still ducked down to the floor with a small smile playing on your lips, one that said welcome home in more ways than one.

The sight of you – so compliant and meek as ever – stirred something deep within his heart. His whole life, he believed women were useless, creatures that were below him. Until now, he held firm in that, but fuck, you were always so open and willing to do everything he asked that he could feel himself hardening in his pants. Women may be useless, but once they followed his orders and praised him so heavenly the way you did?

He fucking loved it.

Naoya’s tie went flying the other room, his cock swelling in his pants as he tugged you by your wrist. You landed on the mattress behind you, watching with a heaving chest as your husband crawled above you. His gaze felt predatory, dark eyes hooded with lust while he planted his knees beside your waist, his fingers looped with yours.

You smiled sweetly up at him, so temptingly sweet his resolve broke for a split second. He captured your lips to taste you on him, the sounds of your husband’s satisfied hum making your chest puff out with pride.

Everyone may look down on you for marrying such a ‘horrible’ man like him, calling you stupid and immoral, even going as far as claiming you were nothing but a dumb cock-hungry slut, but Naoya – even you – knew better. You were not foolish; in fact, no one could handle Naoya’s attitude better than you did, and you were smart enough to keep buying that strawberry flavored lip balm he loved so much, causing your husband to squeeze your palms.

“Good girl,” he mumbled absentmindedly, the praises shooting heat flush to your core. “You’re so good for me, you know that?” he peppered kisses all over your skin, a gesture so rare that you were panting underneath him, resisting the urge to rub your legs together.

Naoya was extremely skillful in bed, his virility as a man not to be looked down on for his ability to render you immobile to walk, throat sore and voiceless for a few days truly impressive. But he was different today; his usual tight grip the same but laced with a want that went beyond than lust. You could never say it out loud, especially not around him, but it was clear – Naoya treated you with affection and care.

“I’m very lucky to have found such a submissive woman like you, but that’s not true is it? Women like you aren’t found, you’re trained,” he harshly tugged the first layers of your yukata to the side, exposing the sensitive flesh of your collarbone that was free for him to mark. “Have I trained you well, my wife?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, trained me so good,” you rasped out, bringing your legs forward, only for it to bump against the sides of his waist.

Naoya sucked on your skin until he was sure he’d completely marked his territory, the grazing sensation of his teeth so erotic and passionate along with his clothed cock rubbing into your folds. His hand trailed down your waist, yanking the ties of your clothes apart. You gasped as he teasingly rubbed your clit, even going as far as to roll it between his strong fingers. “For you, ah, I’d do anything for you, Naoya-sama.”

“It’s my love when we’re in the sheets,” he corrected you, “When a woman knows her place and obeys me so well, a good girl like you deserves to be rewarded,” hearing your small whines at his words, Naoya chuckled at your skin. “Do you want that? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes, p-please, I need you,” you moaned wantonly, gathering the courage to lift your hips up and grind it against his erection. He surprised you by not pushing you away, so you kept going, slathering your wetness all over the front of his pants. “Fuck me, my love, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Naoya smirked, standing up to rid himself of his pants and belt. You whined at the loss of contact and sat up on your elbows, legs spread wide open as you feasted on the delectable way he discarded his clothing one by one. His fat cock, red and flushed with pre-cum, slapped against his toned upper body.

You would’ve groaned at his bare beauty, but he’d already crawled on top of you once more, completely ridding you of the multiple layers of modest clothing you wore, revealing a redolent set of white lace.

Naoya narrowed his eyes at the nearly transparent thong, his hands cupping your seeping cunt with a low hum. “Is this for me? Did my pretty baby get dressed up for me?” you nodded eagerly, pathetically reaching upwards to wrap your arms around him. You were growing needy, soft yet desperate as your stuttered gasps hovered on his ear. “Were you thinking of me the whole time I was away for work?”

“I always think of you, my love,” you breathed out, “Your smile, your voice, your lips, your hands,” legs twitching, you dared run your knee to brush his forearm, the teasing and confident movement earning you a seductive, warning glare from your dominant husband. But oh – you were just starting to have your fun. “Your cock inside me.”

“Naughty little girl,” he snickered, grabbing your hand and shoving it deep inside your panties. That evoked a high-pitched moan from you as your nails grazed against your shaved pussy, Naoya’s smirk present the harder he pressed your palm on yourself. “Did you touch yourself? Pleasure yourself like this?” He was testing you, reminding you of his power and authority, trying to see if you would break his rules that he’d been so firm into fucking deep into your skull.

Naughty as you might be sometimes, you never forgot your place. You were daring, but never in your wildest dreams would you dare go against him. Not because you were plain weak and submissive, but simply because the thought of pleasing him more and feeding his ego was far more satisfying.

You shook your head, pitiable tears already shining through. “N-no, I would never. Only you can make me feel good, just you, mmh.”

Naoya groaned deep in his throat, satisfied at your answer. “You’re always so sweet for me,” he says, leaning over to knee your legs open wider. He situated himself between your body, slow and sensual in removing your bra and panties, the lacy material disappearing somewhere on the black marbled floors. You laid there, vulnerable and wanting, clutching at his biceps as he grinded his cock on your puffy folds. “Have I ever told you’re the perfect little wife? So fucking needy for me always, fuck. This pussy was made for me.”

“This pussy is yours,” you acquiesced, breathing hard when Naoya pulled away to peer at your body. He liked his wife to be healthy, strong and ready to carry his child whenever he wanted, and his hands squeezed your hips appreciatively.

“I exist purely to serve you, my love,” you vowed, “I have no other purpose than to make you feel good and love you. You’re my everything, the world and more.”

He’d looked at you with lust before, the desire pooling in his eyes always making you feel wanted, but this was different. Naoya would never let those cursed three words fall from his mouth, but it shone clearly in his eyes anyway. He gazed at your curves and dips so lovingly that your arousal peaked, slick coating his cock from where he was slowly teasing your cunt with his tip.

Unable to hold back any longer, Naoya flipped you over. Your breath knocked out from your chest at the sudden movement, his hands tugging at your wrist to pull you close to him. He leant back on the bed, kissing you feverishly all the while keeping you shaking on his thigh. Due to your wetness gushing, you slid down his muscular thigh, and you moaned at the contact. “As I should be,” Naoya nibbled at your lips, his harsh words contrasting the tenderness of his hold on you. “You’re nothing to me if you can’t even do something as simple as that.”

You nodded with no hesitation, fully accepting that you were purely his now – and you would honestly not have it otherwise.

Naoya helped you lift your hips up, shushing you with a slap on your ass when you stared at him nervously.

Every time Naoya fucked you, he was direct and simple. He preferred to have you on all fours where he could focus on his own pleasure, or sometimes he would rather cum upon seeing your fucked-out face, the image of your tongue lolled out while he fucked you on oblivion enough to make him nut right away.

But now he was guiding your arms around his neck, kissing the sides of your lips as if to answer your silent questions. “Sit on my cock, baby, I’ll reward you for your obedience tonight,” he said, his cock twitching as he directed your entrance right above his cock. Naoya slid you down, allowing you to feel inch by inch, thick vein upon one another – sliding inside you and stretching you out so good. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead on his, teeth locked on your bottom lip as he bottomed out.

Fuck, you’d never felt so full.

However, Naoya wasn’t pleased. He clenched his jaw and tapped your bottom lip, scolding you with his mean glare. “Don’t hold back when you scream my name, you understand? Cherish this moment – I won’t always care about your pleasure. You should thank me for this.”

“I-I will!”

Torturous. That was how you would describe it. You had never been this close to him before; not in this position and angle. Each lift of your hips caused your hardened nipples to brush over his muscular chest, his attention sorely focused on the way you bounced on his cock.

Something about holding him this close felt so intimate, breaths tangled and moans shared, along with the pleasure delivered into your bodies with the way you were rolling your hips along his length.

“Still so fucking tight for me,” he said through gritted teeth, “I love this pussy so much, fuck, you’re mine. Just mine, all mine,” Naoya eventually lost it, hooking his arms under your armpits and feet flat on the bed. You kept screaming his name like a prayer, the worship falling from your lips like a broken record driving him to fuck into you faster. He’d had enough of your pace; he’d been good enough that now it was his turn to fuck you, and you were glad he did because his fast, brutal pace was so mind-numbing.

Naoya hitched you up higher until your chin rested above his hair, your breasts right at his mouth. He sucked and bit at the soft flesh angrily, grip so tight on your hips you were hissing from the pain. At the same time, it felt so fucking good unlike everything you’ve ever felt.

“My perfect fucking wife—a quiet, compliant wife is worth more than gold, baby. You’re my fucking treasure.”

Naoya thrusted hard and deep until the bed was creaking, mattress dipped from both your weight. The room felt so foggy with your lovemaking and you tightened around him, crying as he kept hitting that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars. “I’m c-coming!” you whined helplessly, hugging your husband deep to your chest while your fingers tugging at his hair. “Naoya, please!”

“Then come for me,” he nibbled at your ear, delivering another hard slap at your ass. “I’m allowing you to. Come. Make a mess around me.”

“Oh my gosh, ugh, fuck,” you came around him hard, your orgasm making you shake. He still wasn’t done, but his breathless murmurs of close, I’m so close had you holding him tighter, whispering dirty words in his ear to assist your husband into reaching his high. The oversensitivity of him plowing into you even after you came was too much, but you took it all like the good wife you were. Biting the protests down at your tongue, you rode him to meet his hips thrust by thrust, his balls snapping at your ass. “Mmmh, I love you, I love you. I-I love you.”

“As you should, baby. You’re supposed to love me,” Naoya devoured your mindless babbling by sliding his tongue inside your mouth, his hips stilling inside for a moment. Fingers clutching desperately to him, you shut your eyes tight, cunt dripping as Naoya spilled his seed deep inside you.

You kissed him one last time in refusal to let go, but Naoya wasn’t having any of it. He was very iffy every after sex that you had no choice but to pull away from him, wincing as he pulled out.

He stumbled into the bathroom afterwards while you laid there on the soiled sheets, weakly fisting the pillow beneath you. You were so fucked out, tired after a long day of managing everything he wanted you to take care of. To be fucked good by your husband…there was truly no better way of life.

Just as you were drifting off, you felt something damp sliding over your inner thighs. You blinked sleepily at a silent Naoya, sending him a small smile as he wiped both your cum away. He left the towel inside the bathroom before he came back, sliding his white shirt over your frame and tugging a fresh pair of his boxers to your legs. Aftercare with Naoya…while it wasn’t impossible, it also wasn’t a daily occurrence. Your heart kept fluttering inside your chest, that feeling blooming harder when he slid under the sheets beside you, his strong arms pulling you taut in his chest.

His skin remained mark free. You knew Naoya hated being marked; reminding you all the time he wanted to be flawless. You respected that and pressed a deep kiss on the spot above his heart instead, madly and hopelessly in love as you traced circles on his bare chest.

You could stay like this forever, in the warmth and safety of your husband’s arms, but you still had wifely duties to fulfill. Naoya had already done his, prompting you to lean up to trace kisses at his sharp jaw, sweet and docile as ever as you asked, “Naoya…how was work today?”

“Same as usual.”

That meant he didn’t want to talk about it, so you didn’t pry further.

“You need to rest and regain your strength so you can work hard again tomorrow,” you mumbled sleepily, “I’ve already planned your meals for the next week. We’re going plant-based for a while, you need it.”

Naoya remained silent. You would’ve assumed he’d fallen asleep if it wasn’t for his hand caressing your back in a manner so gentle that seemed so alien with him, the strangeness of it all intensified when you looked up at his face, only to see that he had already been studying your features a long time before. There was an unsettled frown on his face, one that you tried to smoothen away with the pads of your fingertips. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve already forgotten about all my worries. They don’t matter anymore,” he whispered, his voice way too soft. It fit the atmosphere, however, whatnot with the newfound intimacy that you basked in. Suddenly, Naoya cupped your cheek, utterly serious as he croaked out, “Baby.”

“Hmm.”

“Do you love me?”

You didn’t have to think twice about it. The answer would be – “Always and forever.”

However, Naoya wasn’t satisfied. He needed more, wanted to understand more, craved to find a logical reason behind your devotion to him.

“Why?” he demanded, “What is it about me you love so much?”

“Everything,” you confessed, the love so clear in your eyes that even for a small moment, Naoya felt like he understood now. “You’re perfect to me, Naoya. I’m glad you’re the one I’m spending my life with. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

“But why?”

“Because,” you giggled, “You’re handsome, you’re caring even if you don’t show it that much, you’re smart, ambitious, hardworking and the best husband I could ask for,” Naoya opened his lips, probably to ask a stupid why again, until you cut him off, silencing your odd husband with a kiss. Thankfully, Naoya gave in, relaxing at your touches. “Loving you is second nature to me. It’s not living if it’s not loving you.”

Although he didn’t – and would never say I love you – he had his own way of expressing it. He let you know that he shared the same stance at you, staring deep into your eyes while he cupped your cheek, surprisingly somber as he proudly said, “I made the right decision of marrying you.”

“I’m glad you don’t regret it.”

“I could never regret it,” he whispered back, but you had already fallen asleep. That night, you dreamt no more. There was no need to when everything you’ve ever wanted was already right there at your reach, and Naoya joined you long after, the faint linger of a loving kiss a husband only ever gave to his wife the last thing you felt before you faded off into dreamland.

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Creep

Prelude - bitch hold on what about mean brother Shigs being an absolute creep? Inspired by me playing a boss in AC Odyssey and my controller vibrated so hard I almost dropped it, and I couldn’t beat this dude and it was so freaking frustrating!!!!!!

Pairing - Shigaraki X Reader

Warnings - - INCEST, NSFW, innocence kink, do not read if those squick you out bro!!! Seriously! abuse of trust, dubcon, noncon, literally nothing about this situation is good, or healthy, or nice. Disgusting behavior is exhibited by Shigs.

Music - (does anyone actually like when I provide music? I like getting music vibes while I read through fics but ik that my music taste is a bit wacky lol anyways). https://open.spotify.com/track/0ODyahnUlK9G5bT4dA5NCI?si=10R9ggoJS1inYidrMeWrHA

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He offers to let you play his Xbox game, you keep annoying him by pouting for his attention and he gives up with trying to ignore you.

Stipulation - you gotta sit on his lap while you play, you’re such a stupid little girl that he forces his hands over yours, showing you how to use the Xbox controller while sneering at how dumb you are.

You’re too focused on the game to pay attention to how one of his hands has dropped from the controller, is creeping up your thigh, thumbing at the hem of your shorts. You don't realize that he’s plastered against your back, breath picking up in your ear as he hunches over your shoulder, thinking of all the dirty things he wants to do to you, how you’re too absent-minded to realize how much of a perverted creep he is.

“Shit!” You curse, breaking Shigaraki out of his thoughts as you bounce your leg in frustration. He feels the slight vibration of the controller - you’re getting attacked in the game, enemies surrounding you and hacking at your player. Shigaraki is too entranced by how he can watch your jiggling breasts over your shoulder, jostling around as you jerk your arms, trying to not die in the game.

“Nii-san help me, ‘m gonna die!” You shriek, whole body getting into the gaming experience, jerking around in his lap as you struggle to press the right buttons. Shigaraki tries not to groan - he can feel the space between your thighs as you move around, hot and doughy and he wants to touch so bad.

Yeah, he’s always been a bit of a creep, but he’s never actually done anything to you.

The most he does is fantasize, thinking about how you’d feel clamping down on him, how’d you’d taste if he made you ride his face. What you’d look like if he forced his cock into you with barely any prep - you’d squeeze your eyes shut so tight, let out little whimpers and clench your fists because “Hurts, hurts! Go slow Nii-san, don’t want this!”

But he wouldn’t have to listen, you’re just a naive little girl who doesn’t know that Shigaraki would be trying to make you feel good too, that it would feel good soon.

“Stop wiggling, you’re gonna fall off.” He rasps back at you, taking his other hand off the controller to grab your waist, barely saving you from keeling over and onto the floor. You’re left to fend for yourself now, button-mashing, groaning when you finally succumb to your enemies and die a violent, gory death.

“I died! Why didn’t you help, you’re right here?!” the accusatory tone of your voice is ignored as you revert to the last save, huffing in frustration as you’re forced to start over.

“You’re never gonna learn if I’m holding your hands like that.”

Shigaraki’s glad you’ve stilled again - if you’d kept up your wiggling, he’d have to figure out a way to explain what the hard thing poking into the side of your plush little rear.

God, you had the most perfect ass.

Maybe he’s a freak, a disgusting man with fucked up morals, but Shigaraki’s always been a social outcast, seen as weird and wrong and criticized for every little thing he did.

What’s wrong with settling into the role other people were so quick to offer him?

Surely you’ve noticed his odd behavior by now, the behavior that’s picked up in the last few years. How he stares at you a little more than he should, how sometimes he slips into bed with you, murmuring some lame excuse about not being able to sleep.

The way he freezes when you give him an affectionate hug, clenching his fists by his side as your breasts are squished up against his body.

You had to have caught on to his uncharacteristic softness with you. He’s still mean and coarse and rude, but there's an underlying affection underneath the way he mocks your outfits, when he says you look like the gross character out of a manga he’s reading, how he tugs on your hair sometimes when he passes by you, wheezing out a laugh if you turn around and try to slap at him in irritation.

If you didn’t want him to be weird, you could’ve said something by now. You should’ve said something by now.

So really, it’s your own fault that he feels so comfortable being a sicko.

“Don’t tickle, I gotta focus.” You tell him, squirming away when he runs a hand experimentally over your stomach. You’re so cute, and dumb, he wants to bully you until you’re crying, say mean things and hurt your feelings only so he can kiss it better.

But he doesn’t, because he’s a good brother.

His hand travels further up, rests right underneath your breast, almost cupping it. Still, you don’t say anything, attention on the game.

Do you want this? Are you just stupid? His affection is so obviously not normal for siblings, and yet you act like it’s fine. Maybe you’re a virgin, untainted with the knowledge of how sexual touches feel like.

The hand on your waist begins to slip under your shorts, his cold fingers quickly warmed by your skin. “Nii-san, stop that, it’s weird.”

Ah, there’s the common sense.

“I though you wanted to play the game? Don’t be a bitch.” He doesn’t really care whether you want him willingly now or not, he’s getting excited by the heat of your body, your weight on his lap.

You pause the game when his hand creeps lower into your shorts, when his fingers skim low over your tummy, too close to a private place that brothers shouldn't touch.

“Stop touching me, I don’t like that.”

“It’s not like you wouldn’t enjoy it.” He mumbles, and you stiffen in his lap, but he quickly takes his hand out of your shorts, stops cupping your soft breast.

The game gets unpaused, and you resume playing, although your attention is divided now, nervous about sitting in your brother’s lap.

Has it finally clicked? Are you thinking about what he could do to you, how he could make you feel?

“You suck at this.” Shigaraki observes, the controller shaking almost violently as you’re attacked again, overwhelmed by enemies.

“Well, maybe if you taught me how to play instead of being weird, I wouldn’t be.” You snarked, frustrated with the game, uneasy with your brother holding your hips like that.

Shigaraki rolls his eyes. You’re so dramatic, and although you have a valid point, he’s always been weird. This is nothing new, you’ve just been too thick-skulled to realize it before, which isn’t his fault.

A few more tries, and you still can’t get past the one group of enemies, dying after a few minutes every single time. You’re going to waste the batteries like that, controller jumping in your hands.

“I can’t-” You whine, coming across the enemies after your latest death, already knowing what’s going to happen.

Shigaraki stays silent, red eyes finally flickering away from your body and up to the screen of the TV.

You’re at one of the hardest parts of the game, facing a section that took Shigaraki two days to beat (not that he’ll tell you that). He grins as you throw yourself into the fight, immediately getting decked.

The noises you’re letting out are cute, frustrated groans on each hit landed on your player, muttered curses and triumphant scoffs whenever you manage to strike an enemy, which isn’t often.

The controller’s still shaking like crazy, and you’re moving around in his lap again, and Shigaraki is done. He can’t take this anymore, you’re being a tease.

He snatches the Xbox controller out of your hands, ignoring your little “Hey! What’re you doing, I was playing!”

“You call this playing?” The shuddering of the controller surprises him, gives him an idea.

There hadn’t been a plan, he had just been acting on instinct, hands itching to push you off his lap and to the floor, just to see the way you’d look up at him after.

Like that, you’d be in the perfect position to suck his cock.

But he wants to go in a different direction now.

“Stay still, you’re so annoying.” He’s spreading his legs out, sinking back further in his chair to get a better angle, your legs hooked over his.

There’s no time for you to protest. Like this, you’re spread out nicely, exposed, even though your shorts cover your intimate place.

Without any further preamble, Shigaraki shoves the vibrating controller up against your clothed cunt.

“NIi-san!” You shriek, immediately writhing in his hold. But Shigaraki has an arm locked around your chest, keeping you pinned to his chest. “Don’t, think sins’t-this isn't-! Stop this, stop! Don’t touch me!”

He can bet it feels good, that you’re struggling to tell him to stop. He begins rubbing the controller against you, snickering at the way you jolt and writher on each pass of the hard, curved plastic against your protected clit. He can’t even imagine how good it would feel if your stupid shorts weren’t in the way.

“Stop, stop! Stop it! Stop!” You sound like a broken record.

“Shut up, you can’t even play the game right. Feel that?” the controller gets rubbed harder against you, and you writhe. “That’s how bad you are. So pathetic, can’t even fend off a couple of bad guys.”

Can’t even fend off one, Shigaraki thinks to himself. You could be trying harder to get out of his hold, could be screaming and yelling and scratching and kicking.

Well, you are scratching and kicking, moving around so much that he’s having a hard time keeping you still. And you making a lot of noise, but there’s no one else home.

He’s fully hard, and every movement you make struggling rubs him right up against the meat of your ass, and he sucks in a stuttered breath, biting his lip.

“No, no, no, no, don’t want this Nii-san, stop it-” Your panicked pleas are ignored, Shigaraki shoving your hands away as you try to pull the controller off of your cunt, get the vibrations to stop.

On screen, the player is still getting attacked, each new hit making the controller vibrate even harder.

“Ow, ow! It hurts, make it stop! Nii-san-”

“I’ll gag you if you don’t stop complaining.” Shigaraki seethes, feeling irritation creep up. “It hurts because you’ve never felt this good before, idiot.”

He remembers the first time he’d used something on his dick. It was your toothbrush, unsurprisingly, the one that vibrated with three different speeds and made you so proud of your pearly whites.

It had been so overwhelming, he couldn’t even touch the back of the head to his cock. At times, it felt so good it had hurt, had completely blinded his senses and leave him in a puddle of his own cum and sweat, panting.

So Shigaraki understood what you were trying to say - your inexperienced body needed him to slow down, ease up a little. But your gross, nasty brother wanted to ruin you.

Your character on screen died, resulting in one last heavy vibration that made you sob, thighs struggling to snap shut, hands desperately pushing at Shigaraki.

He felt you convulse in his grip, could practically feel the way your little hole was clenching as you gushed all over yourself, whining and moaning at the pleasure.

Your character was sent back to the last save, the game on a loading screen.

But Shigaraki wasn’t done.

He was still hard against your back, rubbing himself off as best he could, but he was finding his own pleasure in watching you writhe on his lap.

The controller was tossed to the side, nimble fingers sliding over your shorts, Shigaraki laughing at what he found.

“You’re so wet, holy fuck. That’s disgusting, wow.” You were drenched, the fabric of your shorts completely soaked with your juices. You only sobbed out a pitiful noise, maybe trying to deny it, but Shigaraki wasn’t listening. He was too busy rubbing over the wet spot, gleefully feeling you up. It was easy for his fingers to find a comfortable, mind-numbing rhythm, so used to playing games and deftly pushing buttons, using sticks and joysticks, directional pads and the like.

You were rocking against his hand unconcsiously, body unable and unwilling to decided whether to pull away or push closer - you had just cum, but that didn’t negate the vicious, heady sensation that his fingers brought.

Shigaraki quickly grew bored of this though, unable to ignore his dripping erection. He had never been a patient man, quickly removing the hand stimulating your swollen pussy so he could pull his cock out of his sweatpants.

With a quick movement, your shorts were tugged down, your brother completely pushing past your refusal to lift your hips, burning your skin with how forcefully the fabric was ripped down.

“Nii-san, what are you doing-you can’t, you can’t!” You cried, renewing your struggle when you felt skin against skin, his cock hot and velvety as it rested against your cheeks. “I don’t wanna do this, don’t make me do this-”

“I don’t care. I’ve tried to be good, and it’s like you don’t even care.” The man ground out, beginning to rut his hips against your ass. It was dry, and it didn’t feel great, but it was more than enough to satisfy Shigaraki. “I barely touch you, I keep my hands to myself-”

Which was a lie. Late at night, when he was sure you were fast asleep, he’d touch, just a little. Rubbing your nipples, feeling them peak under his touch. Feeling the curve of your waist, skin soft against his dry palms.

“-I wouldn’t stare either, but you wear those stupid shirts-” The deep cut ones, the ones that showed off your cleavage and allowed him weeks of jerk-off material.

“So annoying, just a stupid little imoto that follows me around, you just want attention.”

He knows you don’t do it on purpose. You aren’t trying to make him see you in a sexual light. But maybe that’s what makes it all the more appealing, how naive and innocent you are.

Fuck, he’s getting close just thinking about your purity, how much you don’t know, how much he could teach you.

He doesn’t know a ton, but Shigaraki knows enough about what feels good for him, and you probably wouldn’t want to learn, but he deserved something nice every once in a while, didn’t he?

The drag of his cock between your ass cheeks was making him loose his mind, the slide too rough, but it felt delicious and stimulated him just right, pulling at his foreskin and spreading his precum into a sticky mess on your skin.

“Fuck, stay still, lemme feel good-” His voice was choked up, still holding it’s usual nasal resonance.

You sobbed in his hold, his fingers still playing over your shorts, exploring, keeping you occupied and frozen with sensation while he got himself off with your body.

And then he was breaking, splurting his seed all over your lower back, watching it come out of his cock in shaky squirts, painting your skin a cloudy white.

Shigaraki groaned, eyes transfixed to the sight before him. It was hard to keep them open, body shaking with little snaps of pleasure in his veins, in his stomach.

On the bed next to his thigh, the controller started shaking again. Panting, Shigaraki raised his eyes to the TV screen as you slumped against him, softly crying.

Your character was getting attacked again.

“Let’s keep playing.”

And the vibrating controller was pressed to your bare cunt, making you scream.

He’d have to wash it after this, but he figured it was worth it in the grand scheme of things

#gross misuse of Xbox controller #and I mean GROSS #shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tenko #one sided relationships #yandere shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #tw.incest #tw noncon #tw dubcon #dead dove do not eat #creepy shigaraki

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strawberrymilkgeorge · 3 years

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Part Eight. "If you're the imposter, you are canonically Bugsy Siegel."

warnings: swearing word count: 2k (not including pictures)

behind the screen (irl dream xf!reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist

A/N: ahehahehoho ik sapnap didn't fly to dreams house before they moved in together but this is a fanfic and therefore what i say goes and i say he did :) hope you enjoy!!!!!!

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"SAPNAP!" Y/n yelled into her phone, smiling against the cool device.

"Bugsy!" he said with a laugh.

"You're with Dream?"

"Yeah, you wanna say hi?"

"No, give the phone to Patches!!"

"She literally hates me. She runs away when I see her."

Y/n laughed and heard a voice of protest in the background.

"Dream claims it's because she's shy but she literally hissed at me in my nightmares so I think we have bad blood."

Y/n giggled and balanced the phone between her shoulder and cheek. "You're still on for Among Us tonight, right?"

"Yeah, why? What's up?"

"I was just checking since you're visiting Dream apparently. I don't want to take away from your bro time or whatever."

"Oh, nah, it's good. I'm only here so we can look at places to live together and stuff. He told you I'm moving in with him soon, right?"

"Yeah! That's awesome!"

"Yeah. But, yeah, I love playing games with you! Besides, he has his stupid George plug-in to finish still so I'll be bored. So yes, of course I'm still playing, Bugsy!!!!"

"I've never made a lobby before so I'm just nervous," she said, the feeling evident in her voice.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure none of them pull that stupid prank we pull with Quackity all the time when we tell him we're leaving and pretend like he's muted. It always drags on for like half an hour."

"Okay, good. I'm literally so scared already I don't need hooligans messing with me."

"Don't worry, I got you, Bugsy."

"Thanks. Hey, can you tell Dream he sucks?"

Sapnap groaned. "I don't wanna be your messenger for your love letters to each other."

"Sapnap!" she exclaimed. "No, just... tell him he sucks."

She listened as Sapnap's voice became muffled and she heard him relay the message. A loud, "BUGSY!!" was heard in Dreams voice and she giggled.

"He's dramatically appalled. He said—you know what, no. You guys can talk to each other on your own phones. I'm not being a delivery boy."

"Boo, no fun. I'll let you go so you can hang out with Dream but I can't wait for the game!"

"Me too! See ya Bugsy, love you."

"Love you, Sap!!"

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Y/n drummed her fingers lightly against her desk as she waited for people to join her stream. She was muted, her viewers only left with the sounds of the music she played and the image of her commissioned "starting soon!!" screen. She double-checked the Discord call she was deafened and muted in to make sure her friends were actually there before unmuting her stream and welcoming everyone.

"Chat!!" she announced happily. "Hi! Hello! Welcome one and all to my stream!" She glanced at the chat which was filled with welcomes and announcements of everyone's excitement. She thanked everyone that had donated and gifted subs before checking her surroundings, even though it wouldn't be shown on stream.

She was bundled in a hoodie, her comforter from her bed wrapped around her and trapping her in a cocoon. The lights were off except a candle on her desk and her fairy lights around her room. It was all very serene. She was ready.

A dono came through and she laughed at the question. "Why isn't Dream joining? Um, because he said no. He doesn't have time for me," she joked, recalling them teasing each other about making time for one another. "This just in: Dreamwastaken hates BugsyGames."

Moments later, a $20 dono came through from Dream saying, "not true".

"Dream!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "You can donate and stalk my stream but not play with us? Very rude. Get off my stream and go finish coding, nerd." Despite her words, she couldn't stop smiling.

"Alright, folks! Listen up, today is gonna be so fun. We got Karl, we got Quackity, we got Tubbo, Ranboo, Sapnap, George, Schlatt, Corpse, Sykkuno," she took a dramatic breath and paused, making sure she wasn't forgetting to mention anyone. "Okay? It's gonna be so fun and I'm very excited!" She glanced at chat and smiled at all the positivity.

user4: SYKKUNO AND BUGSY YES

user5: corpse!!!!!! T_T

user2: omg watch out dream, we got another faceless man he might come for ur girl

user7: omg is this the first time bugsy is playing with tubbo and ranboo???

"Yes, I'm very excited to have Corpse and Sykkuno play today! I haven't played anything with them or Schlatt yet but I have played Minecraft with Tubbo and Ranboo not too long ago. So it should be fun!! Okay, let's join the vc!!"

She typed in the text channel that she was joining before unmuting and undeafening herself. Her headphones were immediately filled with voices speaking over each other, one louder than the rest.

"—aren't, but come on, there has to be something! We aren't blind!" It was Quackity. "Well, George is colorblind but—"

"Hey!" George protested of Quackity's fit of laughter.

"I think they'd be cute," Tubbo said.

"Me too!" Sykkuno's sweet voice rang.

"Quackity!" Karl shouted, exasperated. "I promise you they aren't actually dating! Like actually!!! She's my best friend and she would tell me if something was going on!!" His voice was desperate, almost as if he felt like Quackity was doubting his friendship with whoever he was talking about. Wait, Y/n was Karl's best friend. Were they talking about...

"Yeah, that and I'm literally in his house right now," Sapnap said. "That's two people who are close with the sources who haven't heard anything. I've literally asked Dream straight up to his face and he said no. And he's a terrible liar so I would be able to tell if he and Bugsy—"

"Hi everyone!!" Y/n said quickly, snapping out of wanting to listen to the gossip when she remembered she was streaming. She was worried about how detailed everyone would go into their theories and opinions of what sounded like her and Dream dating.

Where did they get that idea? she thought.

She didn't dare look at her chat in case they picked up on what the boys were talking about, which was very likely.

Quackity and Corpse started laughing loudly at Y/n's entrance while Tubbo stammered out an awkward, "Hel-hello Bugsy!" as if he had been caught doing something wrong. Oh, Tubbo, my sweet son, you could never do anything wrong.

"What are... you guys, haha, uh... talking about?" she asked slowly, hoping they would lie if they were talking about what she thought they were.

"The weather," Sapnap lied.

"Uh, uh, uh," Corpse stammered with a small laugh at the end.

"Tax evasion!" Ranboo shouted.

"Don't let these pricks lie to you, Bugsy," Schlatt said casually, his mouth clearly full of food. Probably a corndog or quesadilla or something. She tensed at his honestly, praying he wasn't going to blurt what they actually— "They're talking about you and Dream."

"M-me and Dream?"

"Are you dating? Yes or no?" he asked bluntly.

"Wha—n-no! No, we aren't."

"TOLD YOU!" Karl and Sapnap both yelled.

"Can we just.. play?" she asked with a laugh. She usually liked chatting with everyone before they played things on other people's streams but she was certain the topic was going to stay on her and Dream and she didn't want that. Bugsy and Dream... that has a nice ring to it, she thought before shaking her head to rid it from her mind. Weird.

"I do have one question, Bugsy," Schlatt said. "Bugsy... what is that? All I can think of is Bugsy Siegel."

"Because you're the most New York New Yorker on the planet," she groaned with a small laugh. "Bugsy just sounded cute, don't compare me to a mobster."

"Then don't name yourself after one."

"Please can we play?" Y/n groaned. "I just wanna play."

"Me too!" Tubbo agreed.

"This is why you're my favorite, Tubbo."

"Yeah, let's get this shit over with," Schlatt sighed among all the agreeing to start. "If you're the imposter, you are canonically Bugsy Siegel."

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"TUBBO!" Y/n yelled as the defeat screen appeared. The boy laughed as he sputtered out a defense. "You and Ranboo?? My own sons?! How did you guys get away with that? I literally said from the beginning that it was Ranboo and NO ONE listened to me!!"

"Sorry, mother," Ranboo apologized before laughing.

"I don't trust women," Schaltt said.

"Schlatt, why would I target Ranboo or Tubbo if I didn't have solid evidence it was them? I'd blame someone like Sapnap if I was imposter, not my own sons."

Tubbo laughed loudly and George giggled.

"You can't be trusted, Bugsy!" Quackity yelled. "You lie every other goddamn round!"

"BECAUSE I KEEP GETTING IMPOSTER!" she defended as she raised out of her chair slightly. She had never been so angry than when playing Among Us. It was a dangerous game for her. Her covers were thrown off of her body, abandoned at her feet, and her hoodie sleeves were pushed up. Good thing she didn't use a facecam because she looked like she could murder someone right then. "I have no choice but to lie!!!"

A new game started and she relaxed at the sight of her being crewmate again. She had already been imposter three or four times and they had only played six rounds.

She headed straight for the reactor to do her first task, closing out to see Sapnap silently standing behind her.

"Ah!" she yelled, jumping slightly. "You scared me, dude. Why... why are you being so cryptic?" No answer. "Ssssssssap.....nap?" she asked softly, confused by his uncharacteristic silence.

George walked in and stopped. "Why are you guys just staring at each other?"

"I was doing my task and turned around and Sapnap was here and he hasn't said anything. Sap?"

Shuffling was heard from his mic before he started moving again. "Hey guys!" he chirped as if he hadn't been super creepy moments before. "I was AFK, Dream brought me Chick-fil-a."

"Oh," Y/n breathed. "You looked super sus for a minute there, bud."

"Nah, I just got food," he said, voice muffled by said food to confirm. "Dream! Come say hi to your girlfriend!"

Wasn't Sapnap one of the ones that literally just argued with the group that Bugsy and Dream weren't dating?

Without further explanation, Y/n could hear footsteps coming from Sapnap's mic before Dream's voice came through. "Hi, Bug. Hi, George."

Y/n laughed, glad he greeted George too. Maybe that's who Sapnap meant in the first place? Why did she assume they were talking about her? Ugh, everything was confusing when she had butterflies in her tummy at the mention of Dream's name.

"I'm his favorite girlfriend," George teased, circling around Y/n's character.

"Also his only girlfriend," she said.

"Oh also," Dream's voice appeared again. "Sapnap's imposter."

Y/n and George ran away screaming, heading straight for the emergency button.

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Later that night, stream over and Y/n tucked into bed, she scrolled through Twitter and laughed at a Tweet Dream had posted. It was like it was made for her. She ran through her camera roll and found her favorite memes that applied to the request.

She smiled widely and giggled at the butterflies in her stomach when moments later, she received a text from the boy himself. Looks like he wanted her number for more than just to make a cabin vacation group chat (which had yet to be made, she noted).

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