#Should have known when they were like actively shitting on something I love

[wolflyndraws]

Might just go and mute / sb some old Twitter moots on my twt acc some things they’re saying is just… not it… plus like sooo much condescending vague tweeting it’s so fucking annoying

#vent #Should have known when they were like actively shitting on something I love #even if I told them that them doing that made me feel horrible and very sad

[astonmartinii]

peas in a pod | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!russell!reader

y/n and george russell may be twins, but they’re hardly two peas in a pod and oscar is just there for the ride

MASTERLIST | TIPS

yourusername

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yourusername: are you alex’s appendix cause you make me wanna bust 😩

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user1: excuse me 😀

user2: sometimes i’m like yeah george and y/n are defo twins and then she says shit like this and i’m like they can’t be related

alexalbon: erm what is is ?

yourusername: gosh so other people can use your appendicitis for a seat but i can’t use it to appreciate my boyf - PC gone crazy

alexalbon: the only censorship you’ll need is when my foot is up your ass

yourusername: i’d love to see you try i’ll put you back in the hospital

alexalbon: you say that but when i woke up in hospital you were crying your eyes out begging me to never do that again 🤨

yourusername: i was CHANNELLING GEORGE OBVIOUSLY

oscarpiastri: she cried about it for a good week after alex dw she loves you really

yourusername: TURNCOAT say goodbye to your bedtime privileges

georgerussell63: okay we’ll stop right there, y/n is sorry for joking about your appendicitis alex, and y/n we will not be discussing extracurricular activities with oscar. thank you.

user3: what about the people who want to hear about the extracurriculars? and maybe want to … see them?

yourusername: @oscarpiastri how do you think mclaren would feel about an onlyfans?

oscarpiastri: i think it’ll be a hard no

yourusername: ugh boring

user4: y/n talking about an onlyfans whereas i don’t believe george has even seen a naked woman

oscarpiastri: i love you and your dumb fucking pick up lines

yourusername: what do you mean i’m literally the reincarnation of william shakespeare?

georgerussell63: more like e l james

yourusername: i knew it was you who stole my copy of 50 shades GIVE IT BACK

yourusername: anyhow … i love you too babe x

user5: every comment section we learn new y/n russell lore and it shocks me everytime

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: in this house i guess we celebrate hit tweets? happy one year anniversary to the alpine breakup

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user6: CAKE SCARED ME FOR A SEC I WON'T LIE

yourusername: i think the technical term is “stunting on these hoes”

oscarpiastri: for pr reasons i will not be agreeing

yourusername: @ otmar HE BROKE I’M UP

oscarpiastri: you’re going to get me into even more trouble than that tweet did

yourusername: blame me and tell them to meet me in the car park, no weapons just fists

oscarpiastri: maybe let’s not

yourusername: you don’t wanna be my sexy ring girl? :(

georgerussell63: one day of not threatening people is all i ask for

yourusername: you weren’t saying that when i beat that year 13 guy’s ass in year ten for picking on you 🤨

georgerussell63: well yes but needs must

oscarpiastri: sorry george i’m siding with y/n she’s not afraid to tell the waiter they got my order wrong

landonorris: and she can square up to the people who won’t leave us alone in clubs

georgerussell63: okay i get it damn

yourusername: SMASH

alexalbon: you can’t let anything be normal can you?

yourusername: since you wanna be in my business… lily is a smash too

alexalbon: excuse me?

yourusername: let it be known if i weren’t already with the love of my life, id steal your girl

lilymunhe: oh wow … umm ☺️😳

alexalbon: OSCAR DO SOMETHING

oscarpiastri: idk bro im focusing on being called the love of y/n’s life

user7: silly season was so boring this year thank the lord we have y/n to cause chaos

georgerussell63: do not encourage her

yourusername

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yourusername: you think i look bad, you should see the other girl. don’t touch men without their consent - and definitely don’t touch my man or you will be dealt with. trust.

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user8: someone leaked the video and omg that girl has hands

user9: she did NAWT hold back omg

oscarpiastri: i love you, thank you for defending my honour

yourusername: i love you too, i’d protect you with my life but don’t get it twisted, i’d throw hands for anyone

oscarpiastri: no but for real i’m very thankful for you standing up for me

user10: why is everyone praising this? all this shows me is that piastri is a pussy that needs his gross girlfriend to stand up for him?

yourusername: i’m going to stop you right there. that girl thought she could touch a man without his consent, and it’s completely out of order. so she was handed the consequences. oscar couldn’t do anything so it fell into my hands. you are the problem, do not talk down to him or other victims in those situations.

georgerussell63: as much as i joke, im glad you and oscar have each other.

yourusername: thank you georgie

oscarpiastri: thanks george, but your sister is the real knight in shining armour here

yourusername: i'll always save you princess 👸

alexalbon: everyone is being very sentimental but YO I KNEW YOU SAID YOU HAD HANDS BUT DAMN

user11: alex spill how brutal was it?

alexalbon: i had a front seat and it was like prime anthony joshua she was NOT playing

yourusername: oh wow that’s a big statement

alexalbon: i don’t wanna sound unprofessional but it was honestly crazy and i am so impressed y/n should really consider combat sports

yourusername: in my defence she just fully turned in on my fist

georgerussell63: okay normal service resumed she's making fun of me again :(

user12: why are we celebrating violence?

user13: people have no respect for the drivers these days, just because you’re in the same club as them does not mean that you’re entitled to harass them ??? you fuck around you’re going to find out… esp when y/n is around LOL

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: so a lot has happened. i don't want to give the girl any more attention. i love my girlfriend and i love how much she loves me. cry more.

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user14: OOP HE GAGGED THE HOES

georgerussell63: "cry more" y/n has clearly been rubbing off on you

yourusername: i can assure you i've done much more than just rub off on him

georgerussell63: NO NO STOP RIGHT THERE MISSY

oscarpiastri: to be fair you walked right into that one george

georgerussell63: introducing you two really is the stupidest thing i've ever done

oscarpiastri: first of all, arthur introduced us months before you "introduced us", second of all, this is a lot coming from the guy who cried to me about how i'm so great for your sister and can't wait to have me as a brother-in-law

yourusername: AWWW GEORGIE YOU SOFTIE

georgerussell63: yes i am soft. i love love. sue me gosh.

user15: they are so aesthetically pleasing to my eyes

landonorris: so does like y/n wanna give self defence classes?

yourusername: for a price, soz nothing comes for free in this economy

danielricciardo: please can you do classes? i wanna harness your rabid chihuahua energy

yourusername: i am NOT. a chihuahua take that back daniel

oscarpiastri: she's more like a kangaroo, cute but will steal your dog and beat your ass

yourusername: true, i just wanna put you in my pouch

yourusername: that sounds weird, but i just wanna hold you and never let go

danielricciardo: okay i was just messing around no need to be disgustingly cute

logansargeant: i'm glad you're both okay, but that room service debrief went so hard

oscarpiastri: honestly if i weren't holding an ice pack to my girlfriend's face it would've been top two

yourusername: eh i think it's still top two, nothing is unseating when we were next door to lando shagging and we made it a drinking game 😭

landonorris: WHAT ????

oscarpiastri: no comment

logansargeant: no comment

yourusername: it was drink every time you moaned impressively loud 👍

landonorris: no comment

alexalbon

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alexalbon: idc you can never get me to hate her ass if you poke the bear expect to get bitten

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user16: sorry to the galex truthers but y/n and alex are the superior friendship

yourusername: i knew you loved me + and i knew you loved oscar SEND ME THE LAST PIC NEW LOCKSCREEN INCOMING

alexalbon: i've been the personal photographer for both russells for years and i'm only just being appreciated

yourusername: HOLD ON i take just as many of you and lily

alexalbon: well that's easier because we're much easier to photograph

oscarpiastri: WOAH hold your horses pal, call me ugly all you want but one shall not dishonour y/n

alexalbon: okay someone spent the break at the russell house

yourusername: HE'S NOT UGLY YOU POOL NOODLE TAKE IT BACK

alexalbon: damn it's a tough crowd. and on a post literally appreciating you

yourusername: bare minimum

user17: okay the kardashians are over - netflix can we please get a drive to survive spin off about y/n, george, oscar and alex ????

landonorris: lando norris erasure

charles_leclerc: charles leclerc erasure

oscarpiastri: move over twitch quartet, there's a new sheriff in town

landonorris: okay i'm banning y/n from mclaren you've spent too much time with her and now a rookie is bullying me :(

yourusername: he ate you up... i'm so proud

landonorris: is this the environment the russells promote? @georgerussell63

georgerussell63: you're on your own on this one lando i gave up years ago

yourusername: @oscarpiastri i think that's called maximising our joint slay

oscarpiastri: they wish they were us for real

user18: i love watching a black cat gf slowly corrupt her golden retriever bf

yourusername: oscar is like an evil little kitten really

oscarpiastri: and you love it

note: quick one cause i'm in my feelings. enjoy this random oscar cuteness he is an aussie queen (also a friend of mine literally went to the same school as him it's so weird)

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #oscar piastri instagram au #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader

[misshugs]

The Cameragirl || snc

You've been Sam and Colby's cameragirl for some time now. Usually, nothing too crazy happened to you in most investigations, but this time...

warnings: paranormal activity, reader getting attacked, near death experience, strangling(?), cursing, angst?

a/n: took a bit of inspo after watching the boys' video of the asylum, but nothing exactly like it. just the fact that the place is an asylum

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As they were making their iconic intro and explaining what this new place was about, you made sure to have a sturdy pulse whilst filming them.

"Today, it's just me, Sam and our lovely cameragirl, Y/n." Colby said, letting you shift the camera towards your face and smile at it.

"Hello there." You said, making sure your face was extremely close to the camera, merely because it has become your way of introducing yourself.

"And since it's only us today like the good old days, we decided to make something fun. ALL of us." Sam explained to the camera and smirked, looking directly at you.

You batted your eyes, looking at them while they kept on smiling menancingly at you. "This wasn't a part of the contract." You said, gaining a laugh from both of them.

You zoomed onto his face and began talking with this soft, almost narrative voice. A voice you very well knew they enjoyed. "What is this oh so fun idea you seem to be hyping about, mr. Golbach?"

"Why thank you for asking." Sam nodded slightly, moving his attention towards the camera. "The three of us are gonna do a little challenge tonight." He clapped his hands together as you began unzooming the camera, putting Colby back on frame.

"That's right, we're going to walk alone, lights out throughout some of the most haunted corridors from this place." Colby continued. "The owners of this place told us it gets freaky when people are alone, so we thought this might get us some good activity."

"We have some cameras with nightvision but we're not gonna see shit." Sam added, "After a while, we all should find our way back to the main lobby."

"So stay until the end to see how that's gonna turn out." Colby says, getting close to the camera before covering it with his hand, making you stop the recording for the cut.

"That was pretty good." You said, looking at the video slightly.

"You're still good with the challenge, right?" Sam asked, looking at you. You scoffed.

"Please. I wouldn't have come if I wasn't sure about it. Remember you told me about it before the video?"

"I know, I know. Just making sure, you know how I am." He laughs. "Wouldn't want you to do something you're not comfortable with."

"You're saying that like we haven't known eachother for how long?"

He chuckles. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"Alright, so since we're all settled, should we start right away?" Colby chimed in, looking at both of you.

"Not yet. This place has some good cinematic potential, lemme cook first." You said, looking around with your flashlight.

"Aight, we'll let you do your thing, I'll go ahead and look for the equipment." Colby said.

"Oh, shoot. I forgot to ask the owners about something." Sam said, taking out his phone.

"Go out with Colby, I'll be here waiting." You said, fixing back your camera to start recording.

"Alone?" They both asked, looking at eachother and then at you.

"I do my best work alone, gentlemen. You know that." You begin walking towards the shadiest corridor you've seen in your life, without even looking back.

"Oh wow. Fearless. She's trying to do the challenge before us." Colby laughed.

"Alright, I'll be super quick. If anything happens, just yell. As loud as you can." Sam said, smiling.

"Copy that." You laughed.

In the blink of an eye, you were left alone. You were used to these type of things, so it didn't bother you much. You've somehow become numb to all of this paranormal adventuring.

And that was one of the main reasons why you liked to take control of the camera, since you were able to keep your cool in stressful situations, making it easier for the viewers later on.

Plus, you didn't know how to act on camera and they were the professionals... allegedly.

Whenever something odd happened, you made sure to try and record as much as you could, in the best angles possible. You liked to joke around and call yourself a professional in your craft, although sometimes it wasn't even a joke.

You were passionate about it. The videos and the ghosts, it was only natural to try and do more, risk yourself to do something more interesting and outgoing.

That's a piece of yourself they loved about you. You were simply a perfect match in their combo.

As you began to do your cinematic, you began to have shivers. A sudden draft of air passing through you, as if a window suddenly opened.

Looking around, there was no possible way of that happening. You were in the middle of the corridor, absolutely no chance of an air draft simply passing through so randomly.

You thought it might've been a bit odd, but nothing you haven't felt before anyways. While you kept on making some videos, an eerie feeling of someone watching crossed over your spine.

The sensation of a presence slowly getting closer to you behind your back.

Almost feeling the heat of another person behind you, towering over you.

Hurriedly looking back, you were met with Sam's hand almost touching your shoulder. He stopped midway, knowing he got caught trying to scare you. "You bitch." You spit out, making him laugh.

"Damn it!" He said mid laugher. "I was so quiet this time, how do you always seem to know?"

"I can feel you lurking closer, you stalker." You looked away from his gaze, trying to ignore the thoughts of his pretty face. You began walking back to where he came from, meeting Colby in the process.

"I'm not a stalker, if anything, I'm protecting."

"Quietly from the shadows, sounds like a stalker to me, but you do you." You smiled softly, looking at the confused Colby.

"I left for a second, what did I miss?"

"Stalker behavior, nothing else." You said, putting your camera up again and ready to record.

Colby shook his head from side to side, already being on your side of the story without even asking further questions. "I can't believe you brother."

"Wha- it wasn't-..." Sam sighed, defeated. He knew you were joking, so he wasn't going to win anyways.

You laughed and pointed the camera at them. "Ready when you are." They nodded and you began to record.

"So as you can see, in our hands we have some devices that we'll scatter throughout this first room. If you've been here before, you'll probably be familiar, but if you haven't, these are basically some motion censor devices that will let us know if something walks infront of it." Colby explained, turning one of the devices on and showing to the camera how it worked.

As they organized everything, the REM-POD immediately began beeping. "Oh, shit. That's the rem pod." Sam said, stopping on its tracks. "That was the temperature dropping."

You made sure the camera caught that as you got closer to it. "Oh fuck. I was feeling a bit cold since we got here." Colby added. "Alright. I think we're ready."

"Okay. If there's any spirit around that would like to communicate with us, we would like for you to use any of these devices we've put up for you." Sam started, as you made sure to get far enough from everything for the shot.

"You can touch these lights on the floor, or maybe this device I have on my hand." Colby continued, pointing towards the EMF reader. "We mean no harm, we'd just like to talk to someone."

A couple of seconds passed, looking around, waiting for something to happen.

"Maybe they don't want..." Sam began, before getting interrupted by the REM-POD beeping, making you hurriedly move your camera angle. "Oop. Nevermind. Thank you very much. Can you do that again if you're here with us? To let us know it wasn't something else?"

Silence filled the room for a while, before the device started to beep once again.

Excited, they began asking questions to this entity, expecting for it to be somewhat intelligent enough to give answers back.

Luckily, it was. It seemed to be someone that died inside the asylum, a woman. Curious about the story of this woman, they kept on asking questions. Some of them being answered, others being completely ignored.

Asides from the constant beep from their device, you heard a knock coming from one of the corridors. Quickly looking around, they stopped talking. "What?" Colby asked.

"Heard something." You whispered. The room went silent, followed by what sounded like footsteps getting closer. You turn the camera back at them and their faces were shocked.

"Holy fuck." Sam whispered.

"That was like... thumps. We're the only ones here, right?" Colby asked him.

"Yeah, we're supposed to be." Sam says, walking towards the place they heard the sound, quietly. You followed close behind. "Hello?"

Nothing. They kept on looking around, searching and at the same time waiting for something else to happen. "There's no one here." Colby says. "But that was clear as day."

"Super clear, the camera must've have heard that, for sure." Sam said, looking at you as you nodded. "That was crazy."

"Yeah, let's try something else but closer to this area, maybe it's more active." Colby said, and all of you nodded.

A couple of minutes later, and you were all set up. This time around, they turned on a spirit box to try and communicate better.

The idea was to first use it as normal, then for Colby to do the Estes Method.

And so, the spirits began to talk.

"What's this." It spat out. Colby and Sam looked at eachother, smiling.

"Hello, this is a spirit box, you can use it to communicate with us. Would you mind telling us who you are?" Sam said, looking around.

"Hello?"

"Hi, hello." Colby responded. "Who are we talking to."

"I'm scared."

"Scared? Scared of what?" Colby asked, furrowing his eyebrows whilst looking at the camera.

"Behind you."

They quickly looked behind them. "Oh, fuck. I hate that." Colby said, as you smiled at their gestures.

It quickly faded away when you felt the familiar presence of someone behind you.

Heart racing, you looked around for a second, but there was nothing there. It didn't mean the feeling went away, though.

"Monster. Care..." It seemed the audio cut before finishing the whole word.

"Monster... care?" Sam asked, confused.

"Or maybe it meant careful? Like, careful of the monster?" Colby questioned.

"It would make sense. What monster are you talking about? Is it harming you? Are you scared of this monster... or... person?"

It took a while before responding. Last thing it said, before a screech filled the radio was... "Run."

Quickly, they turned it off. They looked at eachother. "That was terrifying." Colby said. Sam nodded and sighed.

"Let's try and look around for some other place. This doesn't feel safe." Sam said and everyone agreed.

For the past hour of recording, moving around and joking here and there, you felt a bit uncomfortable. Usually, you weren't the type to get scared over the paranormal, but this place felt more eerie than usual.

You heartbeat has been increasing slowly, as well as a slight pain in your chest that quickly faded. You felt watched.

There was a point where you even felt slightly touched, quickly warning the boys about it.

Due to this, they almost discarted the idea completely, thinking you might be getting targeted, scared that it might do something to you. It took you a couple of minutes of convincing them to keep on recording before the conversation was dismissed.

You tried to brush it all off, as 'something you've felt before', but deep down you were really anxious about it. Perhaps it made you feel better to think about it being just the nerves.

But you weren't the type of person to feel these nerves for no reason.

"Hey, you good?" Colby touched your shoulder and whispered to you, noticing you seemed a bit weird. "You seem out of it today."

"Yeah, I'm good. I was just zoning out."

"Yeah, I noticed." He chuckled, looking into your eyes. "You sure you're okay though?" He raised an eyebrow, seemingly concerned. "You don't look well."

"What? Do I look like a ghost to you?" You asked, smiling, which quickly made him show that gorgeous smile you loved.

"More like you've seen one." You shook your head.

"I'm fine. I've just seen some shadows running in the corners of my eye, but nothing too big to point out."

He batted his eyes. "You've what?"

"Calm down, you know I see those things all the time. It's nothing new." Half of it was true. The other half, well... there was a chance you might've seen a whole figure standing close to a doorframe, but you felt your imagination was tricking you too much tonight, so you didn't say anything.

You weren't a psychic or a medium or something close to it anyways. If anything, you'd probably consider it more like a hallucination due to the constant lack of sleep you've been having lately.

"I know, I know, but still. You could tell us about it, you know? Maybe we all see the same thing you do and since you don't point it out, we don't notice."

You rolled your eyes playfully. You were about to say something, but a breeze passed through your ear, a soft whisper saying "Come play."

You jumped, covering your ear and walking closer to Colby. "Shit." You whispered.

Confused, he held your shoulders. "What? What? You heard something?" His worry was enough for Sam to stop setting the cameras up and walk closer.

"What happened?" He asked. You looked around where you were standing.

"Did you guys not hear that?" You asked, the shook their heads. "I heard something like... right next to me." When you said that, Sam began recording once again.

"Alright, so... apparently Y/n just heard something right next to her." He began explaining to the camera, pointing it at you.

"It was like a whisper, it.. uh... it just said 'come play', like, the creepiest shit you can say. I even felt the air on my ear, that shit made me jump." You tried laughing about it to not let the mood down, but it wasn't working much.

"Although I really want to, maybe we shouldn't do the challenge." Colby said, looking at Sam straight in the eyes, genuinely worried.

"Guys. Come on. Don't back down when we're this close." You said. "We're basically done for tonight, this is the last thing we're doing and we're out, right?"

"...yeah." Sam whispered. "Let's..." He sighed. "Let's do it. Just like she said, we walk through the corridor and come back straight away."

Althought skeptical, Colby nodded. "Fine. Let's hurry up then. The quicker we begin, the quicker we're leaving this place."

And so, everyone held their cameras and said their goodbyes. The three of you went through your respective corridors and began walking, alone, with no light.

"Alright guys. I'm not good at, like, talking to the camera but I'll try." You sighed, pointing the camera at your face while slowly walking the dark corridor.

"Honestly? I'm usually not as creeped out when we come to places like this, but this one is like... up there. It's giving me the chills, making me paranoid, I feel like I'm... seeing thing. Or maybe I'm just sleep deprived. That's... that's also an option now that I think about it."

Looking around with the camera, although it's absolutely useless, you started feeling out of breath. Almost as if the air didn't reach your lungs anymore. "It feels... hard to breathe." You took a deep inhale and shakily exhaled.

You gulped, your throat suddenly feeling dry as the lack of oxygen was evident.

"I'm just gonna walk... faster. I wanna get this over with..." And so, you did. But the further away you got, the worse it all felt. You felt your vision starting to get blurry although you could barely see anything.

You paused as your vision began to get used to the darkness.

At the end of the corridor, what you could shape out like a human figure was standing there. Seemingly the same one you barely saw before.

This time, it didn't seem to go away.

You were also alone.

Unable to breathe.

You don't know when it started, but you were unable to breathe properly. You choked, trying to regain yourself from the feeling.

Your neck feeling tight, your stomach hurting at the sudden feeling.

Putting your hands on your neck, you coulnd't feel anything that would make you feel this way. You started to get worried.

You felt as if you were being choked. You tried to scream, but all that you could spat out from your lips was a soft, quiet, 'help'.

Trying to turn around and walk back, you saw the figure again and got scared, falling towards the floor. You coughed for air, sucking back as much as you could but being unable to.

Leaving the camera behind, you tried to crawl back to where you came from, but the lack of circulation on your body failed you as you coulnd't handle it anymore.

Your body falling on the floor, the camera seemingly recording your movements come to a halt.

Your eyes closing, leaving you unconscious.

It didn't take long before Sam and Colby got back to the lobby. Waiting for you, something seemed off.

They knew the corridor wasn't as long as theirs. You should've been the first one out by that logic. They've been waiting long enough and they were starting to get worried.

Even though the concept of the challenge was to be alone in the darkness, the idea of you being in trouble was too much to bare.

Heck, even if you were pranking them, the anxiety of you not coming back on time was driving them insane, they were ready for a scare if it had to come to that.

But the scare they were expecting wasn't the one they got.

Minutes of walking and calling out your name came to a stop when they saw you on the floor.

Hurriedly, they ran towards you and fell to the floor, yelling out your name. "This isn't funny, Y/n!" Sam yelled, moving your body, only to notice how cold you felt. His heart sank.

"Y/n, come on!" Colby said, putting himself on the other side, looking at Sam. The color from his face was gone when he felt her body. Colby, worried, touched your body and understood why he looked that way. "Oh, fuck. Fuck!"

Throwing the camera to the side, Colby quickly checked your pulse. "Sam. Call 911. This is serious." You still had a pulse, but you weren't breathing. First thing that came to his mind was CPR.

While Sam began to call, Colby was trying as hard as he could to help out. He began doing mouth to mouth, trying to bring some oxygen back to your lungs.

Tears streaming down both of their faces. Colby started making compressions to your chest, while Sam was talking to the 911 dispatcher and using the flashlight to illuminate Colby.

Luckily, they weren't too late. You began to cough and moved to the side to spit out some saliva. You breathed heavily and both of the guys sighed in relief.

As you tried to catch your breath, they softly held you up in place while your color came back to you. You blinked a couple of times, adjusting your view to your surroundings.

When you looked at them, they hugged you tight. "Fuck..." Sam whispered. "Let's get the fuck out of here right now." He held you softly and helped you out, as Colby grabbed all of the cameras.

It was hard for you to walk. It felt as if a ton of weight was keeping you from even standing up. It felt as if your limbs went numb, the lack of oxygen probably acting up.

Sam noticed, and didn't hesitate on holding you up and putting you on his back so that you could rest. They began walking as fast as they could, reassuring you that you will be fine.

You were focused on getting your breath back while listening to them scream at the spirits.

"You are not allowed to follow us home." Listening to Colby talk like this, while taking all of the equipment made you feel light. You started moving your arms and made sure to hold onto Sam, closing your eyes.

"You'll be okay. We're leaving." Sam reassured you, waiting for Colby to grab everything and get out of there in a rush.

After the police arrived and handed you an oxygen mask, you started feeling much better. You had some marks on your neck, like some hands were just squishing the air out of you.

Your body... at first, you could even see your veins pop out of your legs because of your lack of color. The poor circulation that ran through your body for a couple of minutes really drove your body to its limit somehow.

It took you a while to be able to stand on your two feet again, but before the police left you could walk on your own just fine. Sam and Colby however still managed to help you out.

"Let's head back home." Sam whispered to you. You nodded slightly and tried to walk on your own, only to be held up by Colby.

"Don't force yourself right now. You need some rest." He said, taking you back to the car. Your face having a rush of blood because of the gesture.

"I... I can walk."

"Let us do this. Please. It's too much already that you fainted right when we weren't with you." Sam said, looking at you, your heart racing at the look of his blue eyes upon you. You gulped.

"...f..fine." You said, resting your head on Colby's chest, making him smile.

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part two is up!! the link is in the beginning! <3

thanks for reading all the way! likes, comments and requests are much appreciated.

-nikkõ

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[patrophthia]

show me how | tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x reader

genre: fluff? angst? unrequited crushes but not really, love confessions, first kiss, complicated feelings???

wc: 1.2k

originally posted on AO3: 23/02/2023

You like Tom Riddle. Like like like. Like fancy him like. You knew that. And you think he knows it too.

It's not like you actively tried to hide it, if he knew about it then that's that. If he doesn't then that's another path that readily available for you to take.

"Hmm?" You hummed, Tom had called for your attention earlier but you weren't exactly focused on what he was saying. Your eyes met his, now wide and curious as to what he had to say. "What is it?"

"Are you okay?" He asks.

And the words sound so foreign coming from between his lips that you thought for a split second that you weren't speaking to Tom himself.

"Yeah," you murmur softly, nodding as he process the words in as a clear lie. If Tom had been a more expressive person, he'd be frowning, but he wasn't, so instead he settled on pursing his lips. "Don't worry about it."

Tom was conceived under a love potion. He can't love. And one would think that that was enough of a reason to not have feelings for the guy but you were stupid enough to do it nonetheless.

"You're lying," he states, his brows furrowed the slightest bit. "Why are you lying?"

"It's nothi—" You stop, tearing your eyes away from his to stare down at your hands. And after a second, you huff, looking back at him once more. "—Do you think that you could grow to love someone?"

And that was when it clicked into place for Tom. You, the only person he was able to tolerate and or considers as his only friend, fancied him.

He thinks for a bit, mulling the idea over and over. Tom is used to the act by now, he would get confessed to then he would promptly turn it down because, quite frankly, he doesn't give a shit what others think of him.

But with you. He doesn't know what to do with you.

"I think you should get something to eat," he says instead, another action that was so foreign of him to do. "Come on."

Tom was never one to avoid confrontation in any shape or form and always made sure that the person who confessed to him knew their place. But you were his friend, and he doesn't know how to tell you where you were placed on the list of things that occupied his mind.

Tom stands up awkwardly by the library's table, a place you've been frequenting with him lately. And watched as you made no move in gathering your things.

"Have you ever loved anything?" You ask him quietly, grateful that you've found the table furthest from any possible commotion.

Tom says your name sternly. You knew he didn't like to talk about this topic, a wall having been put up and never once crossed during the years of friendship in which you've known him. "I think we should go."

"And I think you should tell me that you can't love me back," you counter. "Just so I could move on."

Tom stays silent, his head going dizzy at the look on your face, staring up at him from your seat with your pupil blown wide with admiration. You not only liked him. You loved him.

"I'm not going to care for you any less when you tell me no," you say to him. Tom reaches over and grabs at your things, packing it as he quietly listens to you. "You're still my friend."

Friends. His stomach drops at the words. He doesn't want to be your friend. He doesn't know what he wants, he just knows that he didn't want to be just that. But he will not give you false hope by lying to you. So he tells you, like you've asked of him: "I can't love you."

It takes you two beats before you smile at him, finally putting away your things, your own hand brushing against his cold ones as you stuffed your supplies into your bag. Tom considers for a second if he should hold it for you. You know, as an apologetic gift.

But he decides not to, and watches as the straps drapes over your shoulder, digging into your skin uncomfortably.

"You know," you start as you walked out the library besides him. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile."

Tom steps slows, matching with your own and with knitted brows he asks. "What do you mean?"

"I can't remember how you smile," you say with a small smile of your own. "Show me how, will you?"

Tom blinks. He thinks back to his life in the orphanage, to the basilisk under the chamber, Moaning Myrtle, the things he did to Hagrid, everything he has done so far that you've had zero clue of and feels to guilty too lift the corner of his lips up. He just can't do it.

"If you can't show me how you love, Tom," you say. "Then the least you could do was show me how you smile."

He doesn't say anything, just watching you as your eyes flickered between his lips and any of his other features. You were shorter than him, and he thinks he likes it this way.

He thinks of you, how you look at him, how you speak to him, how you've dreamt up visions of who he'd never be, and how he —for the first time ever in his life, feel the love you have for him. And how when he does smiles, a small sigh slips out of him.

You notice then the corner of his lips curving upwards, the small squint of his eyes, the scrunch on his high nose bridge, and the dip of dimples in his cheeks, poking through clearer than ever before. Your thoughts err away, and you let your heart fall in love with Tom again.

You smile back, reciprocating his and somehow his only grew. A blissful glint reaching his eyes, as he mirrored you. You tilt your head to the side, only realising now that you two came to halt, and signalled for him to follow after you. "Let's go."

You didn't get far, cold hand wrapping around your wrist and held you in place. You look back at him with a questioning look and you could see Tom contemplate with himself.

"I'm going to kiss you."

"What?"

Tom didn't repeat himself, his lips pressing onto yours with his free hand gently cupping your face, the coldness melting into the heat of your flushed cheeks. Cold. Cold. Cold. You kissed him back, letting yourself enjoy this moment while it lasted with an ache in your heart. Tom pulls away, hand still cupping your face as his thumb slides down to your chin and lifts it up so you would look at him.

"I want to learn to love you," he says slowly. "Please."

A smile etched its way onto your lips, and it doesn't go unnoticed by Tom since he has to physically restrain himself from kissing you again and again. Tom awaited for your words, and as he thinks that he'll finally get an answer to his semi-love confession.

You ask him instead, "why are your hands so cold?"

—from bee: writing my favorite slytherin to my favorite song, may be OOC tom but who caresssssss,, i love him for ittt.

#tom riddle fluff #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle angst #tom riddle fic #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle x oc #tom riddle x yn #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x hufflepuff!reader #tom riddle is cute when he’s nothing like canon ver of him #Spotify #🧳: my writing

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

maybe where Chad and reader are dating but she’s been hooking up with ethan and one day Chad comes home early and sees reader and Ethan hooking up and he starts yelling at reader and him and Ethan eventually end up fighting (verbally, physically or both) and Chad packs his shit and leaves but it just ends with some angst between Ethan and reader at the end with reader wanting to end all communication with Ethan but he refuses and maybe he confesses his love

Hi, this is so messy, I hope you like it lmao

Paper Hearts - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: When you and Chad break up, you hook up with Ethan. You think the relationship is done, until Chad tries to convince you that you should give him another chance,

Contains: Angst - violence, yelling. Smut - Oral(f!recieving), p in v. Cheating reader. (Please let me know if I missed anything:)

A/N: This is possibly the messiest thing I've ever written. Eeeek.

Your relationship with Chad wasn’t the best. He used to be so affectionate and so sweet, until he asked you to move in with him and Ethan. That’s when all the fighting started, and it seemed like Chad was never home, always leaving you alone with Ethan.

You’d try to express your feelings to Chad, and wanted a better understanding of his because it got to the point where it didn’t even feel like he was your boyfriend anymore. You two would sleep in the same bed, but he always stayed on his side, never cuddling up to you like he did before. Once your very active sex life turned into it happening once every few weeks, and always ended in you faking your orgasms just to get it over with, you knew the relationship was over. It was just a waiting game for one of you to break up with the other, but you enjoyed all the time you got to spend with Ethan, so you knew you weren’t going to be the one to end things.

Then one night, it finally happened. Chad had just gotten home from his late class when you were in the kitchen making dinner with Ethan. He noticed your sweet laugh the second he walked through the door, the one that he hadn’t heard in months. He sighed loud enough to make his presence known, as you and Ethan turned to face him.

“Hey babe, can we talk?” You tensed up at Chad’s words, Ethan did too. You knew where the conversation was going to go, the defeated look on his face making it obvious.

“Yeah,” you sighed, before turning to Ethan. His sad eyes met yours as you pointed to the food on the stove. “This will be done in a few minutes. Don’t burn it.”

He laughed softly, nodding his head as he watched you walk away with Chad.

After a few minutes of silence in the apartment, Ethan heard Chad raise his voice at you. He jumped a little when he heard it, because he’s never heard him talk to you like that before. He was fuming as he took the food off the stove, remembering that you asked him not to burn it.

“You don’t even treat me like I’m your boyfriend anymore! You have no problem being close to Ethan though. What the fuck is up with that?” Chad’s loud voice was echoing off the walls in his room, as you started to get mad.

“Are you accusing me of something?” you questioned, cocking your eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, I am. I think you have a thing for my roommate,” he said, “Don’t even try to deny it.”

“Oh, so he actually speaks to me and spends time with me, something that YOU neglect to do, so I must be cheating, huh?” you snapped, “There’s nothing going on!”

“I know there’s nothing going on. Ethan would never do that to me, but you…I’m not so sure anymore. You’re always flirting, you have your stupid little inside jokes. You light up whenever you see him. What’s the point for us to keep doing this when your heart is somewhere else?” he asked, his face softening a little as he looked at you. “Maybe we should look into you moving out.”

“You’ve been unhappy in this relationship ever since I moved in. Maybe it is for the best,” you sighed, wiping a stray tear off your cheek. “My heart hasn’t been somewhere else, but if you really feel that way, we really do just need to break up.”

“Fine,” he said, “I’m going to the gym to blow off some steam. We’ll talk about you moving out when I get back.”

You sat on his bed for a few more minutes, giving him plenty of time to leave before you walked back out to the kitchen. Ethan noticed your somber expression when you walked up to him, so he pulled you into a hug to comfort you.

“Did you two break up?” he asked, as you nodded into his chest. “I’m going to miss making dinner with you every night.”

You laughed a little as you pulled away, “You know he accused me of wanting to be with you?”

Ethan’s cheeks started to turn red as he tried to laugh it off, “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, he said you’d never do that to him, but he thinks I would,” you rolled your eyes as you thought back to the conversation.

“I didn’t like the way he was yelling at you,” Ethan said, grabbing two plates out of the cabinet. “You deserve someone that’s going to treat you better than that.”

“I know I do. I wish Chad would’ve pulled his head out of his ass and realized that, but it’s too late now,” you sighed, adding some food to your plate.

“I think you’re amazing, and anyone would be lucky to have you,” he said, grabbing some food as well. “Do you think you’d ever give him another chance?”

You laughed at the question, as you sat down at the table. “I don’t think so. He isn’t affectionate with me, he doesn’t like to spend time with me, and I’m sick of faking orgasms.”

Ethan started to choke on his food at your confession, as your cheeks heated up from the TMI you just spilled.

“Sorry, it just slipped out,” you said, jumping up to grab him something to drink.

“No, it’s okay,” he said, his voice hoarse from the coughing as he took a sip of the water you’d handed him. “I can’t believe he doesn’t make you cum.”

There was this sexual tension building in the air as you stared at each other. You quickly looked down to your plate, moving your food around with your fork.

“Some guys don’t care about making sure the girl enjoys it, I guess.”

“Some guys do, though. Some guys get enjoyment out of making a girl cum over and over again,” he said, his eyes still not leaving you.

Sweet, shy, innocent Ethan was staring you down like you were his prey in that moment. You felt the throbbing sensation between your legs get stronger by the second, before he finally took his eyes off you. You thought he was attractive, but you’d never admit that because you were respectful of your relationship with Chad. Now that things were over, you were starting to realize how much you really did want Ethan, and Chad wasn’t so wrong after all.

“Maybe one day I’ll find a guy that’ll want to do that for me,” you nervously laughed, as he turned to look at you again.

“You have one right in front of you.” He smirked as he watched you get flustered, squirming in your seat. “Only if you want me to, though.”

The corner of your bottom lip went in between your teeth as you thought about it. Technically, you were single, so you could do whatever you wanted. But Chad and Ethan were so close, and if he found out, their friendship would be over. You also feared what Chad would do to Ethan, knowing that he can be a little hot-headed sometimes.

“What if Chad finds out?” you asked, as Ethan started to smile. He stood up from the table and walked over to you.

“He won’t.”

He took your hand and led you to his room, not wanting to waste any of the time you’d have together. Chad was going to be gone for at least another hour, and Ethan knew that was plenty of time to make you feel good.

He sat on his bed beside you, before leaning in to kiss you. You were so desperate for the affection you’d been craving for so long that it quickly escalated. He pushed you back onto the bed as he crawled on top of you, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip to deepen the kiss. You let him, gasping into his mouth as his tongue skillfully worked against yours.

After a few minutes, he pulled away to look at you.

“We don’t have a lot of time, let’s make the most of it.” He pulled his shirt over his head as you sat up to pull yours off. You reached around to unhook your bra, as Ethan took in all the newly exposed skin. “Fuck,” he said lowly, leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He pushed you back again, his hand going to massage the breast he wasn’t already giving attention to, before alternating to the other side.

He was sucking hard on your nipple as he pulled away, the soft popping sound making you squirm even more underneath him.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby,” he said, his lips starting to trail down your stomach. Your breathing got heavier the closer he got to where you needed him. “You’re sure this is okay?” he asked, stopping at the top of the jeans you were wearing.

“Mhm,” you said, smiling as he undid the button and slid them down your thighs.

Once they were off, he started to trail kisses up your leg, starting at your ankle. When he made it to your thigh, his teeth started to graze against your skin. You were a whimpering mess as he teased you.

“I thought we didn’t have a lot of time,” you said, as he started to laugh a little.

“You’re right,” he said, sliding your panties down your thighs and tossing them on the floor. “Relax, baby. I want you to enjoy this.”

The second his tongue glided across your clit, your hands went to his hair. You looked down to see him looking at you, taking in all the little things your face did as his tongue kept moving.

“Mmm, that feels so fucking good,” you whimpered, as he sucked your clit into his mouth.

He hummed around it, the sensation making your legs start to involuntarily shake. One of his fingers went to your entrance, sliding it in as his eyes stayed on yours.

“More,” you begged, as he slid in a second finger. He started to brush them against that special spot inside you, the feeling making you whine. “Fuck, just like that.”

He watched your bottom lip go in between your teeth as you attempted to suppress your sounds, but he wanted to hear you. His fingers started to press harder, the moans starting to fly out of your mouth straight to his aching cock. He slid his fingers out as you whined at the loss of contact, before he moved his mouth down, his tongue dipping inside your dripping core.

“You taste so fucking good,” he mumbled against you, as your hips started to move against his mouth.

As his tongue kept moving, he put two of his fingers against your clit, rubbing quick circles as your whines started to get louder.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum,” you whimpered, feeling that knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

He pulled his mouth away and replaced it with his fingers, moving them fast against that spot inside of you as you fell apart in front of him.

“That’s it, baby. Cum on my fingers,” he groaned, feeling your walls tighten.

Once your body stopped shaking, he slid his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, sucking your release off them. You whimpered at the sight, as he smirked at you.

You were glowing from the orgasm, the first one you didn’t have to give yourself for the last several months. He started to lean down, wanting to make you cum again when you stopped him.

“Wait, Ethan…I need you to fuck me,” you said, as his dark eyes connected with yours. “Chad will be home soon.”

“Okay, baby,” he said, standing up to take his jeans off. Your gawked at his size the second his cock sprang free from the confines of his boxers. “Think you can take it?”

You nodded, before he walked to his nightstand and grabbed a condom out of the top drawer. He rolled it on before crawling back between your legs, leaning down to kiss you as he gently inched himself in.

You moaned against his mouth, the full feeling making your head spin.

“You’re so tight,” he mumbled against your lips. “This pussy is perfect. I can’t believe Chad didn’t take care of it.”

“That’s what I have you for, right?” you joked as he started to move inside you.

“I promise you you’ll never have to fake it again as long as you’re fucking me,” he said, gasping at how well you were taking him. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

You did as he said, the new angle making it easy for him to hit the spongy spot inside you. He stayed close to you, his chest almost pressing against yours as he kissed you.

“You gonna let me fuck you again after today?” he asked, his hips moving faster.

“Yes,” you whimpered, as one of your hands went down to rub circles on your clit. “It feels so fucking good.”

He started to pound into you, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room as he brought you closer to the edge.

“I think someone’s getting close,” he teased, noticing your whimpers getting higher. Your hips started to meet his as you chased your orgasm. “That’s it, baby. Use my cock to get off.”

His words sent you over the edge, your legs jolting around his waist as you cried out. His pace started to slow as he lazily fucked you through it, his own orgasm creeping up.

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his breathing shaky as he leaned down to kiss you again. He released into the condom, taking a sharp breath as he stilled inside you. “Fuck, that was amazing.”

You nodded as he slid out, a goofy smile on your lips.

“I hate to rush you, but we need to get dressed,” he sighed, as he scooted off the side of the bed and took the condom off. He grabbed your hand and helped pull you off the bed, before grabbing your jeans and panties. He handed them to you as you stood naked in front of him. He was getting hard again as he thought about how good you felt, when his mind started to wander. “Can we really do this again?”

“What, you think you’re going to fuck me like that and I’m not going to come back for more?” you smiled, putting your panties back on. “We already know Chad’s schedule. We can sneak around without him finding out. I’ll just come over when he won’t be here.”

“I almost wish you didn’t have to move out. I’d love to do this with you every day.”

When Chad came home from the gym and saw you and Ethan sitting at the table finishing your food, you noticed the sad look on his face. He’d been doing a lot of thinking while he was working out, and he knew he wasn’t ready to just let you go. He sat down beside you as Ethan sat across from you. You kept exchanging glances with Ethan as Chad wrapped his arm around you.

“I’m sorry about earlier. Can we talk about it?” Chad asked, as Ethan started to get up from the table.

“I’ll let you two talk,” Ethan said, walking around the corner to the hallway that led to his room.

“What is there to talk about?” you asked, as Chad sighed.

“I just think we need to try to see if this can work. I’ll spend more time with you, I’ll treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I love you, and I don’t want this to end because I’m just being an idiot,” he said, as you noticed Ethan’s head poke around the corner. Chad was busy staring a whole into the table and didn’t notice his best friend, the curly haired boy mouthing a ‘Say yes’. You gave him a confused look as he smirked at you.

“I don’t know if I can, Chad,” you sighed, hearing the door of Ethan’s room shut faintly down the hall.

“Please, baby. I’m sorry about all the shit I said about you and Ethan. I know you wouldn’t do that,” he sighed, “I really want to make this right, and I don’t want you to move out.”

The wheels in your head started to turn as you thought about it. You’d still be able to spend time with Ethan whenever you wanted, which you wouldn’t be able to do if you moved out. You were feeling a little guilty as you weighed your options, but the way you were already craving Ethan again made your decision easy.

“We can try,” you said softly, a huge grin forming on Chad’s face.

“Really?” he asked, leaning in to kiss you.

“Yes,” you mumbled against his lips.

Chad was really trying to get back to a good spot with you. He started to spend a little more time at home, which Ethan wasn’t very happy about. You still found time to do the things you wanted to do with him, though, from quickies when Chad was asleep, to dropping to your knees and sucking Ethan’s cock when Chad was in class.

Your boyfriend was trying so hard, which made you really start to feel guilty for the things you’d been doing with Ethan. You started to leave whenever Chad did, not wanting the sexual temptation as you tried to sort your feelings out. You loved Chad, but the attraction you had to Ethan and the way he made you feel, and not just in the bedroom, was constantly running through your mind.

As you once again stood in the kitchen with Ethan, attempting to make dinner, you felt his hands wrap around your waist. His lips started to trail along your neck, the feeling making you lean into him.

“Chad won’t be home for a while,” you said, as he smirked against your neck.

“I was starting to think you didn’t want me to fuck you anymore,” he whispered, as he started to rub your pussy over your shorts. “Why have you been holding out on me?”

“Because it’ll kill Chad if he ever finds out,” you said, your breathing getting heavier as he touched you. “Don’t you feel bad? Even a little?”

“The only think I feel bad about is that you actually want to be with him, and that you still love him.”

He moved to press his hard cock against your ass as he trailed his hands under the material of your shorts, rubbing your clit over your panties.

Ethan was a little upset about how everything had been playing out. He hoped that when you agreed to give Chad another chance, he’d just keep fucking up and you’d still have all the alone time you wanted with each other. After he noticed Chad actually trying with you, and watching you get that little spark back in your relationship, he started to get really jealous. He’d always had feelings for you, even before you started dating Chad. He felt like he was stepping up to make you happy in a lot of the areas Chad was lacking in before the two of you ever hooked up, hoping that you’d someday realize he was the one you were meant to be with.

Once his fingers dipped inside your panties and ran over your soaked pussy, you reached across the stove to turn everything off.

“Let’s go to your room,” you said, whimpering as he rubbed circles over your clit.

“What if I want to fuck you right here?” he questioned, his fingers moving faster against you. A low moan slipped past your lips. “I’ll bend you over the table and fuck that perfect pussy.”

“Fuck, okay. We need to be quick, though,” you said, as he pulled his hand out of your shorts.

You slid your panties and shorts down your thighs as he ran to his room to grab a condom. He was unbuckling his belt as he walked back into the kitchen.

“Here, bend over just like this,” he said, angling your body the way he wanted it. You waited in anticipation as he slid his jeans and boxers halfway down his thighs and rolled the condom on.

He soon eased himself inside of you, his cock stretching your walls as you moaned at the feeling. He started to thrust, not knowing how much time he had until Chad would be walking through the door.

“Please, baby. I need you to go faster,” you whined, your chest pressed against the table as he began to pound into you. His hands were roaming your hips and ass as you just kept moaning, your sounds and the sharpness of the skin slapping bouncing off the walls.

You didn’t hear the front door being unlocked or opening over the noises you were making. As soon as Chad heard it, as soon as he heard you, he felt this deep rage building inside his chest as he turned the corner to walk in the kitchen.

“What the fuck is this?!” he yelled, as Ethan pulled out, a shocked expression on his face as he pulled his jeans back up. “You’ve been fucking my girlfriend?!”

“Chad, stop!” you yelled as he grabbed Ethan by the shirt and shoved him against the wall.

“You shut the fuck up!” he yelled back at you, and he stared Ethan down.

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Ethan yelled back at him, as you scrambled to put your panties back on.

“What, you’re too much of a little bitch to get your own girlfriend that you had to go after mine?” he asked, raising his fist as Ethan flinched.

You grabbed Chad’s arm before he was able to swing, which resulted to you accidentally getting pushed into the wall.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Ethan yelled, before swinging on Chad.

Both boys were soon on the floor, throwing punches as you were begging for them to stop. You were a little surprised as you watched Ethan get in a few good hits, most of them catching Chad off guard. You thought at this point you’d be calling an ambulance for Ethan, but he felt like he had something to prove.

“Please stop! You two are best friends!” you cried, as Ethan pulled away from the fight, noticing the tears on your cheeks.

“Friends don’t fuck other friends’ girlfriends,” Chad said, wiping a little blood from his lip as he started to stand back up. “How the fuck could you do this to me?”

You wiped a few tears from your face before you started to speak, “It just happened, okay? That day you wanted to break up, Ethan was there for me. That’s when all this started.”

“You’ve been fucking him ever since?” he asked, as you nodded. Your eyes were wide as he looked over to Ethan. You were scared of what he was going to do to him as he started to step closer.

“I love you, Chad. Please don’t hurt him.”

Ethan’s heart shattered at your words, as Chad turned back around to face you.

“You know what, he isn’t worth it. You aren’t either,” he said, walking out of his room and down the hallway.

“Chad, wait,” you said following after him.

Ethan was behind you, but he stopped in the bathroom to look at his face. One of his eyes was already starting to bruise, and he had a cut on his cheek, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought it would be. He stood and listened to the argument happening between you and Chad on the opposite side of the door.

“Please, just calm down,” you said, as Chad started to throw some clothes in a duffel bag.

“No. You two can have each other. I’m done,” he huffed, slamming the closet door.

You didn’t say anything else as he walked out, slamming the front door as he left. It shook the entire apartment as you dropped to your knees and started to sob.

“Hey,” Ethan said, walking into Chad’s room. He sat beside you on the floor and tried to pull you closer, but you moved away from him.

“This was all a huge mistake,” you cried, standing up. You started to grab some clothes, too. You weren’t sure what your plan was, but you knew you needed to get away from the situation.

“Is that all I am to you? A mistake?” Ethan questioned, as you finally looked at him. You noticed his eye and his cheek and started to feel even worse.

“I shouldn’t have been cheating on Chad. We shouldn’t have been hooking up,” you said, as he shook his head. “We can’t do this anymore.”

“Do you not realize that I’m the one that’s been there for you? I’m the one that’s actually been making you happy,” he snapped, as you started to get mad.

“Relationships aren’t supposed to be just sexual, Ethan! That’s all this has been!”

“Is it? What about before we started hooking up? All those late nights I stayed up studying with you while Chad was in bed. I’d help you with making dinner with you almost every night while he’d rather play games. Fuck, I even let you paint my nails and do face masks more than once, because I knew it made you happy,” he yelled, “And let’s not forget that I’m the one you’ve cried to on so many different occasions when he’d hurt your feelings, and make you feel like you weren’t good enough.”

You were bawling as you listened to him. You knew he was right, but you still felt so awful for hurting Chad.

“I’m in love with you, okay?” he sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I always have been. Please don’t write this off as nothing when I know you feel something between us, too.”

His confession made your heart swell as he started to get emotional, a few tears slipping out as he looked at you, waiting for you to say something.

“I do have feelings for you,” you sighed, as his face started to light up, “You need to give me a little time to get my head right before I even begin to have something serious with you. Things are already so messy, I don’t want wither of us to get hurt because we jump into something when I’m not ready emotionally.”

He nodded, completely understanding where you were coming from.

“I’ll wait as long as you need me to,” he said, as you walked over to hug him.

“Thank you,” you pulled away to kiss him, taking another look at his face. “Let’s get you some ice.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream smut #ethan landry smut

[daisyvisions]

✦ Day 22 - Wildcard (Cuckolding)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: CEO husband!Sangyeon x afab!reader x Co-worker!Juyeon

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.6K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), cuckolding (do not read if triggering), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, male masturbation, aftercare, pet names (sweetheart, baby), 2/3 of the Lee Line present (yes, that is a warning in itself) pleasure!dom Sangyeon? maybe?, Proofread! Let me know if I missed anything!

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: This was a treat to write, especially in the POV of Sangyeon hehe been thinking about this idea for a while and now it’s finally here. Please note also that cuckolding is a consented sexual act so do NOT come after me with shit. Enjoy!

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

✦ Kinktober Masterlist ✦

Sangyeon never thought he'd end up in a situation like this. All his life, he pictured himself just living how everyone else wanted to: working hard in a job he likes, marrying the person of his dreams, having kids with, and living in a big house.

But this was not the case.

Never did he expect that he'd be here, in his master bedroom, sitting in his huge armchair across his bed, pleasuring himself while watching Juyeon have sex with his beautiful wife… you.

You and Sangyeon have been married for almost two years now. Why you got married was not something either of you expected to begin with. His father was extremely wealthy, making Sangyeon next in line to inherit all the family's fortunes. And you, the daughter of one of Sangyeon's father's closest friends.

And because of that, it had been decided that you would have an arranged marriage to Sangyeon, maintaining the wealth and status of both families.

You never hated each other, not once. Even if you had a few arguments here and there, you never resented each other. In fact, you and Sangyeon got along pretty well given your situation. You enjoyed each other's company, learned each other's boundaries, but most importantly... had an incredibly passionate sex life.

Your physical and sexual attraction to one another was off the charts, engaging in sexual activities almost every day, at any moment, on any surface of your mansion. This went on for quite some time, until suddenly Sangyeon had to take over the company as his father stepped down, making it harder to spend time with you.

As he got busier, working overtime at the office, and going on multiple business trips, the intimacy between the two of you started to dwindle. It was like you were strangers once again.

Truth be told, Sangyeon actually did love you. And even though he knew your love was not the same as his, he did his best to make sure his love was known by spoiling you with every chance he could get, letting you do whatever you wanted to do, even going as far as using him as your personal sex toy despite being exhausted from work.

One thing Sangyeon noticed over time as he got busier was that you would tend to "subtly" flirt with his right-hand man, Lee Juyeon. When you would quickly visit Sangyeon in his office, you would make it a point to say hi to Juyeon before leaving. The times when Sangyeon would bring work home, he would see you giggling at something Juyeon whispered in your ear.

He's not going to lie, jealousy did bubble up in the pit of his stomach the first few times he noticed your behavior, especially when you had this look in your eyes whenever you talked to Juyeon that Sangyeon never saw when you looked at him.

Sangyeon never confronted you about it because he knew you like the back of his hand. Even if you blatantly flirted with Juyeon while he was in the room, you would never physically cheat on him (but mentally was another question.)

He did catch you that one time he peeked through the crack of the master bedroom's door, seeing you lying down beautifully as you touched yourself but moaning out Juyeon's name instead of his.

Sangyeon knows he should have done something the moment he witnessed all that. He should have been furious that you were thinking about someone else while pleasuring yourself. But there was something that sparked in him that night, making him more turned on than he should have been.

There was something about the way your face glowed after pleasuring yourself that made him... happy?

During that same night, as Sangyeon stroked your hair while you slept on his lap after watching a movie together in the living room, an idea suddenly popped into his head. An idea that wouldn't have been on his list of ways to rekindle your relationship, but he knew it might just work... and it had to involve Juyeon in the picture.

It was the night of your monthly date night. After going to this new restaurant, driving around the city, and having a good round of drinks, Sangyeon had your hips pinned down to the mattress as he slowly lapped at your cunt, making you reach your second orgasm of the night.

You didn't know what it was about tonight, but you were feeling extra horny for some reason. And Sangyeon could sense this too, meaning his plan was working. You see, Sangyeon made sure that he was slowly hinting at what was about to happen tonight.

Dropping little hints such as wearing the same cologne as Juyeon, mentioning him casually in conversations as he talked about work, and so on. He could see you shift your legs at times, trying your best not to rub your thighs together and hiding your blushing face at the mention of his co-worker.

"Sangyeon, I can't," you cried out, trying to push his face away from your dripping core.

"Shh. I got you sweetheart, don't worry. Okay?" He kissed your wet folds one last time before pushing himself up to kiss you, tasting your own arousal on his lips. You reached for his pants, palming his clothed erection and attempting to pull down the zipper until Sangyeon gripped your wrist and stopped you.

"You don't want?" You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Not this time," he responded.

"Is there something wrong?" Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, worried that you might have done something to make him react this way.

"Oh no no, there's nothing wrong at all! Nothing could ever be wrong with you," he smiled, caressing your cheek.

"It's just that I have something else planned, that's all. Want to see?" You nodded your head at him as he kissed your forehead before getting off the bed and heading for the door. You watched his every movement in curiosity, wondering what he had in store. This was so unlike him during sex.

As soon as he opened the door, you heard him talking as if he was speaking with someone. Your thoughts were soon confirmed the moment you saw a foot entering your bedroom and Juyeon appearing.

"Oh my god!" You shouted in surprise, trying to cover your exposed body as quickly as you could with the bedsheet beneath you.

"Sangyeon, what is he doing here?" You looked at him and Juyeon with wide eyes.

"Hear me out for a second, sweetheart." Sangyeon walked over to you and sat at the edge of the bed, holding your hand in his.

"I want to give you the best night of your life. Will you let Juyeon do that for you?" He looked into your eyes.

"Is this some kind of joke?" You questioned him, entirely unsure of his motives.

"No, no baby, it's not. I promise." He squeezed your hand. "Just trust me. Okay? I'll be sitting over there in the corner watching. Now, go have your fun, alright?" He rubbed your arm before kissing your cheek and standing up to take his seat in the armchair across from the bed.

While Sangyeon took his seat, he watched how slow and gentle Juyeon was with you. The way he sucked on your neck, fondled your breasts, and left a trail of kisses from your stomach all the way to your inner thighs.

The way you would arch your back, whimper at his touch, the dazed look on your face... It was making Sangyeon's cock ache. To watch his beautiful wife being pleasured from a different point of view was extremely erotic to him. He pleasured himself while watching Juyeon take you, teasing you before slipping his cock inside your wet hole and gradually pounding you into the mattress.

Sangyeon was so immersed in watching you being fucked that he didn't realize he had already pulled his member out from his pants and started pleasuring himself slowly. He could feel his own precum lubricating his hand as he continued to watch your face contort in pleasure.

But what really turned Sangyeon on was the fact that even though you were being fucked by someone else, someone you had been flirting with for the past couple of weeks, you kept your gaze on him the whole time. Looking into each other's eyes like you had never done before.

And when you felt yourself reaching your third orgasm of the night, you called out Sangyeon's name instead, making him reach his own climax right after as his seed spilled on his exposed abs.

You continued to keep your gaze on him, finally having the same look in your eyes as he did with you.

As soon as Juyeon left, Sangyeon drew a nice warm bath for you, prepared a fresh set of clothes, and waited for you in your shared bed. You instantly crawled into his embrace, sharing more intimate kisses with one another.

"Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?" He asked. You started to become shy and hid your face at the crook of his neck. Your shyness making him endearingly smile.

"I want to ask something," you mumbled against his skin. He hooked his fingers under your chin and pulled your face away from his neck to get a better look at you.

"Why did you do it?" You whispered.

"Did it make you happy?" He whispered back. "Be honest with me…"

"Yes, really happy…" You shyly replied. He smiled back and leaned forward to kiss you,

"Then making you happy is all I care about."

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[hemipenal-system]

this thread is fucking long and the cut is in an awkward place just bear with it please

so werewolves are a stock horror villain (and the posts directly below this one are about that! go look at them) and don’t get me wrong i love werewolf horrorsmut but i want to see more of:

werewolves who just aren’t scary in any way. like sure the shift may be scary. they may look kinda scary. but they’re just people like everyone else even if they are more ruled by instinct than the average human. i think stuff like that is a nice way to explore what it means to be a person and how humanity can be a fluid category, especially when the werewolves in question are transgender/disabled/personality disorder coded.

like i want some wholesome shit about werewolves who can’t even pass as ambiguously human. they’re just very overtly werewolves: massive sharp, snarling bundles of taut muscles and sinew, 8, 9 feet tall, who are very capable of snapping and killing everything around them

but don’t. because they’re treated well and loved even though they’re not like everyone else. and it doesn’t matter that they aren’t, because they are like everyone else even if they’re not. i know that sounds a bit confusing on the face but i mean stuff like:

- “oh yeah no worries, Sharon from accounting’s a wolf too! no no we love her! remember when we went to topgolf for that company outing? they couldn’t find any clubs in her size so she outdrove us all with clubs a foot too short it was hysterical!”

- “all right you should be scheduled for this week! next two weeks are the same? no right of course not because you need moon days. yeah that’s totally fine i will get that in to HR and you should be all good!”

- “is- no it’s fine- is it ok if i stay shifted in here? the pain is less bad when i’m shifted. no i have no idea why lol. you’re sure? the shedding is ok and everything? aww sweetie i love you too!”

- “i mean, hip dysplasia is normal in wolves your age, and you had fairly active teenage years, so it happens. it’s not anything to worry about though, i’ll get you in contact with a fantastic physical therapist! no she specializes in wolf patients. she’s great at what she does, i promise. i’ll get you a month of painkillers but over-the-counter should work alright too. take these, go to therapy, and if it’s still doing that in a month come back and we can try something else.”

- “hey, baby, look at me. i know people are staring at you. you don’t need to care about them. you have just as much right to be here as they do. just ignore them.”

- “no i’m absolutely not mad at you! you can’t control that happening! no it was a full moon what the fuck were you supposed to do? look, i can replace the couch you mauled and the TV and vases you broke but i can’t replace you getting hurt because you tried to stave off the shift. we’ll go shopping for new ones together, ok? and we’ll get some cheap shit you can break for next month and a couple steaks for you to fuck up. i promise i’m not mad- hey get off me you big lug stop fucking licking me your mouth tastes like couch cushions…”

- “it’s actually so real to be worried about hurting your human partner in bed. you won’t hurt her, dude, i’ve known her for years you should be more scared of her than she is of you. they make, like, these rings. it’s like a silicone spacer- no it goes on your dick, idiot. it’s so you don’t like fuck into her cervix or whatever. supposedly those help? idk if they come in wolf sizes though.”

show me the negative stuff, too. show me:

- werewolves who muzzle themselves in cities even though it’s only a first quarter moon because they’re scared they’ll snap and hurt someone even though that fear makes them so careful around everyone they never would

- wolves who have moon trackers on their phone because they need to know when they’re going to get forced into a shift so they can get away from everyone because they don’t want to get violent but they can’t control it and the last time they were around someone she ended up in the hospital. she’s really understanding about it and they’re friends now but it doesn’t make it feel any less horrible

- wolves who get asked every single fucking time they get nice dinner, “so do you want your steak cooked, or what?” by waiters who think they’re funny but really aren’t

- werewolves who walk on eggshells in public because they know if they make any minor mistake or show any aggression whatsoever the pundits on the news will talk about “a werewolf snarled at my kid today. i mean i try to be trusting but you never know with those people. they have those fangs for a reason is all i’m saying.”

- werewolves who are scared to shift in public for the same reason as above, because they know how they’ll be perceived if they show people they’re a wolf

- werewolves who can’t find wolf doctors in their area so they keep going back to human doctors who don’t know how the fuck to treat their unique health conditions and when they complain about this they get a flippant “have you tried a veterinarian?”

- werewolves in therapy because their last relationship was with a human who sucked and it was really bad and that trauma has manifested as resource guarding and reactivity issues and it’s causing problems at work

i love this stuff. i want more. i also cannot write conclusion paragraphs to save my life so this is the end now. thanks for reading all this if you’re reading this.

😊

#not terato #really #speculative fiction #disability #transgender #personality disorder #worldbuilding #werewolf #long fucking thread #terato blog #monster biology post #sort of

[moyloi]

I want MORE scenes with gale (Act 1 spoilers)

OK OK OK SO I am currently going through a playthrough romancing Gale and I have a few thoughts! Only gone through Act 1 so far and I'm on my way to the Creche, so things might change, but hear me out. (Act 1 spoilers (????))

With his romance I kind of wanted... more during act 1??? I know, I know.. Mystra and all that and maybe I've missed something but listen:

There's only two romantic scenes with him; - One with the weave - One during tiefling celebrations

and then there's nothing until act 2 apparently.

BUT what if he got TWO more flirtacious scenes as well?

NUMBERO UNO:

After him showing us the weave, there should be a scene where he is sitting infront of his tent, reading a book (like he's doing while idle, but this might be different book or not idk) and he is so inveloped in the book that he doesn't hear Tav approaching. Lines that Tav could be saying:

"What are you reading?"

2. "(Cough to make your presence known)"

3. Leave him to his book (end scene)

Or something similar.

He is a bit startled but goes on about telling you what kind of book he's reading and insinuates that you might not find it interesting. The two first lines are bringing the conversations forward, to his surprise:

" Sounds interesting, tell me more! / do go on!" (approval)

" Go on..." (approval)

"Those sort of books doesn't interest me" (disapproval, end conversation)

And your Tav sits down next to him while he rambles on and shows you the book if you picked either the first two lines.

Your Tav can ask questions for him to answer but there should be an option that says:

"Stay silent, let him continue"

He will eventually realise he is rambling and says:

"Ah, I do apologise. I must've rambled on about my interests about this book and I'm sorry if I bored you".

Tav could answer something like:

"No please, do continue. I find you ramblings quite amusing/cute." (Flirt)

"Don't worry. You're a good storyteller. Please, do go on." (Flirt)

"hmm? Oh, I must've dozed off" (disapproval, end scene)

AND IF YOU CHOOSE FLIRT-LINES, HE THEN GOES ON ABOUT THAT BOOK AND HIS INTERESTS AND THE NARRATOR COULD SAY SOMETHING LIKE: "And with you telling him to go on, Gale continues to talk about (whatever the book might be). You become more and more enveloped in his storytelling that none of you realise that night has turned to dawn, and a new day awaits."

Both of you could get a debuff, something like: Sleep deprived. -1 to saving throws (Until long rest) OR -1 to intellect and wisdom saving throws (Until long rest) HOW CUTE WOULDN'T THAT BE LIKE OMG

OKOKOK NUMBER TWO:

This happens after the celebrations with the tieflings. This can be a hidden scene that won't proc unless you actively talk to him before and after a long rest (Like with astarion and getting the sex scene before the party.. well he didn't have an exclamationmark above his head).

BUT

this scene is more guided towards the romatic, non-sexual part.

Here, it depends on if you are playing a Durge or an original Tav. Just a few or one line might be added or changed.

Gale will say something like:

"you know, I feel like I haven't gotten to know you properly."

And Tav can answer with:

"Oh? what would you like to know?"

"Well.. I don't remember much.." (This will be a coninuation and he will ask: well what do you remember? (Durge only))

"And there's a reason why." (Rejection, disapproval. End of conversation)

Gale could then be giving examples of Waterdeep, more about his life before the orb etc etc.)

Now

Your Tav can tell him about:

"A happy memory" (approval)

"A loving memory" (approval)

"A sad/somber memory" (approval, because your Tav trusts him enough to talk about sad shit (????))

"No... I don't need to tell you anything!" (disapproval, end of conversation)

He will repsond accordingly and THEN it will cut to your Tav and Gales faces being mere INCHES from each other.

If you have recruited Scratch, he will interrupt when they were about to kiss. While Scratch is barking after dropping a ball, wanting to play (or talking - Speak with animals activated) and is distractiv Tav, Gale can look at them lovingly, smiling. maybe laughing??

IF you haven't recruited Scratch before this scene, Gale will stop himself. Being hesitant but reassures that wants to kiss tav but he needs to sort himself out first (with the orb and stuff). and maybe Tav can kiss him on the forehead or something.

SO NO SMOOCHES BUT AT LEAST SOME RRRRRRRRROMANCE

Thanks for coming to my tedTalk.

#Feels like I'm going crazy #Give this man MORE #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #baldurs gate gale #gale x tav #gale #baldur's gate 3 #larian studios #tav x gale #gale romance #gale rants #bg3 karlach #bg3 wyll #bg3 astarion #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 halsin #rants #bg3 romance #my adhd acting up #is this comprehesible? #english is not my first language #bg3 spoilers #I will probably draw these scenes eventually but I just had to get this brainrot out of my head #am i missing some scenes?? Do tell me if I have

[barrenclan]

Ranger, Ranger, Ranger. The Machiavellian mutt we all love to hate. As we near towards the big finale in issue 44 and the epilogues that ensue, there is no doubt his role will become larger and larger. So, it’s time we start predicting his actions, reactions, and potentially his fate.

First, we must understand his character as well as his whole Bonnie and Clyde act with Hacksaw. I’ve checked through the comic to find their appearances and my search has found that Ranger is seemingly never seen without Hacksaw. However, Hacksaw is seen a few times without Ranger(in issue one, albeit implied and very brief)(And in issue 27, where she spies on the Barrenclan territory) it might be interesting to note that they are not mentioned alongside Prowl in Thrasher’s monologue in issue 13. Ranger definitely could not do all the menace behavior and projects and whatever shit he’s on, or at least it would be toned down, without Hacksaw. After all, she was the one who killed Saturn, the one who caught RainHaze in the first place, and is always by Ranger’s side whenever he’s talking to RainHaze, probably to bodyguard. The main examples of when Ranger has seriously fought are probably the pheasant he gave to RainHaze(might have been Hacksaw’s kill though) and when he was punishing RainHaze for lying. Issue 24 seems to be the main scene where we get a little peek at what is cooking in Ranger’s little brain cells. He doesn’t seem to really be invested that much in routine control, it’s the “projects” that he really cares about. It seems to be implied that RainHaze might not be the first poor creature this beastly brainwashed has sunk his claws into. However, something to note in issue 31(not the flashback part) is that Ranger does not seem that happy. He seems almost frustrated even though ordering around RainHaze and making him suffer seems to be his favorite thing in the world right now… or is that just a temporary mask he put on to trick RainHaze? Maybe Hacksaw’s words in issue 24 affected him.

So, our current takeaways:

-Ranger depends on Hacksaw as muscle to keep him safe

-Ranger’s main form of activity is his “projects” whether that be just what he’s doing to RainHaze or other fucked up things

-Ranger seems to be a bit in a rut with RainHaze right now

Now, to what Ranger might do in the near future of this story:

Well, we might need to know the extent of how far he wants to go with RainHaze. Does he just want him to love killing? Does he want to ensure RainHaze doesn’t hate him? Is this kind of a, “You’ll thank me later” situation he’s got with torturing RainHaze? Because he knows that RainHaze is part of BarrenClan, he’ll definitely want himself, Hacksaw, and RainHaze to have front row seats for whatever shenanigans Deepdark’s going to do when he pull up to their crib. But something Ranger should keep in mind is that if RainHaze has nothing left to lose, there’s not really anything holding him back from revenge. I’m sure Ranger knows this small risk, and either doesn’t care because he’s confident it won’t happen, or will just have his wifey do the cleanup. If things were to go his way, he’d probably just continue to brainwash RainHaze, wait for him to enjoy killing, and then move on to another project. I wonder if all his victims have a therapy group.

Now, before we go into my main theories for what Ranger’s conclusion will be, I want to discuss something a little extra. If there’s anything this comic is known for, it’s the big, fat, juicy EXISTENTIAL CRISES(and the generational trauma). Maybe, Ranger might get one. More likely not though.

So the two routes I think the story will take with Ranger

He Wins:

Until BeeFace and PlumStripe, and maybe CootStorm, we haven’t really seen antagonists be punished for their bad acts. I don’t think Razmerry is going for the route where Defiance gets away with everything though. But you never know. Maybe he gets no external punishments but it’s more of the internal horror, like the ending of American Psycho.

He gets a comeuppance:

This can come in many forms. Maybe he and Hacksaw die together. Maybe only Hacksaw dies, leaving him probably all alone. Existential crisis optional. Maybe RainHaze gets his revenge, by doing something Ranger did to him. It would be a cool scene if Ranger begs RainHaze to kill him, only for RainHaze to refuse. Maybe Hacksaw leaves him, as she seems a little annoyed with this whole project thing, “It’s either me or him!”

Welp, that’s my ramble. PatFW got that magic that got me doing a full analysis of Coyote Patrick Bateman.

You wrote a wholeass essay on my weirdo coyote with the whimsicality of Lemony Snicket... I'm in LOVE with this. I'm never gonna stop thinking about Machiavellian mutt. Coyote Patrick Bateman. Beastly brainwasher....

This is so good! I'm glad you're excited to see where these guys go!

#ask #anon #analysis #ranger #hacksaw #rainhaze

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE ! BATFAM W/ MILES MORALES (BUT GENDER NEUTRAL) ! READER

Just an outline for a potential full on fic to come.

First of all, I’d like to put credit where credit is due and thank Kden (from Quotev) for creating Straight Venomous and inspiring me to start this. And thank you firefly-graphics and galacticgrafitti for the dividers.

Damian and Reader are of legal age in this fic but there will still be an age gap between them and Bruce (I mean he literally fathered the former so it can’t be helped)

This is my first fic in Tumblr so forgive me if it isn’t up to par for quality and format wise as I’m still learning.

CW/TW: Reader is POC coded as in Latino/Black like Miles although you can kinda have to squint since it’s only from the dialogue with their mother in future chapters. Reader is described to have gained “muscles” and height. Spoilers for Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse. NO NSFW YET BUT WILL COME IN LATER CHAPTERS.

current status: unedited

summary: damian meets and gets attracted to wrinkly brained reader. mostly follows the into the spiderverse plot.

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[ PART TWO ] [ PART THREE ]

WHAT’S UP DANGER (PART ONE)

“If I sound lazy just ignore my tone, cause I’m always gonna answer when you call my phone

like what’s up danger?”

You most likely met Damian first.

He was astonished by how much of a failure you were. Really, he wouldn’t have noticed you in the first place if you weren’t such a catastrophe. He knew you only got to his school via raffle but even the worst students here didn’t get complete zeroes on all their scores.

He was probably assigned to be your tutor. Which you remember vehemently refusing. After all you wanted to be expunged from this god awful preppy school filled with elites of all kinds. But nope — you were forced to get along with the worst of them all. Damian Wayne. Perhaps you’ve gone too far and should have settled for a 20 or something on that paper instead . . . or all those quizzes and assignments you purposely got zeroes on.

In any case you now had the Damian Wayne inside your house (if you even call it that) and a paper to write about your ambitions or whatever.

You were basically complete opposites. He was rich, you were below average if not just straight up poor. You even bet he was a daddy’s boy or some shit. (But who were you to judge when your first day at the school literally consisted of your father forcing you to say you love him . . . with the loudest speakers known to man!) He was probably into classical music and while you did enjoy the genre as well you were more of a hip-hop, trap, pop music sorta guy. He was known as a snob that didn’t take bullshit from anyone while you were literally the definition of a pushover.

But surprisingly you two clicked really well. It started with you off-handedly correcting one of his mistakes. It wasn’t supposed to reach his ears really. But the realization that you, the bottom feeder of all bottom feeders corrected him flustered him entirely. That moment stuck within his head for the entire week that it even slipped into his vigilante activities.

Like, after single-handedly decimating a group of people trying to rob a bank he just yells, “How the hell did I get that wrong?!” while that one dude pretending to be unconscious in the background so he wouldn’t get beaten up harder just stares at him in confusion and shock.

After he cools down a bit, he starts wondering how you got it right. He looks into your scores and notices everything before his intervention were literally straight zeroes. Not just in the classes you two shared. It was either you were extremely (un)lucky or . . . you knew every answer from the start.

So he starts taunting you. Forcing you to display your prowess. Calling you an idiot, poor, nobody when you didn’t relent to his provocation.

And so you did. You showed him that you really didn’t need help from him. That you were a genius in your own right. Capable of doing advanced arithmetics within seconds in your head. You were fascinating to him.

And maybe the fact that only he got to know this side of you — not your classmates or teachers, even your parents now that you’ve secured a dorm room close to him (courtesy of the Wayne name) — knew about your intelligence inflated his ego. If only you didn’t have a roommate that bothered you two once in a while. He was quite the annoyance with how the music in his headphones could be heard even across the room. Like seriously, how was the boy not deaf yet?

It was around that time you got your powers.

You began avoiding him (and everyone really) but mostly him (he’d convinced himself). You’d only come to his desk once in a while to tell him that you weren’t available for tutoring that day, or even that entire week. Not to mention your sudden growth in height and muscles. Were you going through . . . puberty? No wait— you’re older than him by a year! Perhaps you were a late bloomer? You probably just started a gym membership. But he didn’t spot you in any gyms throughout Gotham out on his patrol. Not even at your room at night…

That and your already sus scores and attitude prompted him to instigate an entire investigation.

Who was [Y/N] [L/N]?

He knew some facts about you just from your room, the fact that you enjoyed music of all sorts and art, more specifically the graphic - pop look. He even started noticing your name-tags that you’d put everywhere both in his civilian and vigilante life. Seriously, how were you able to put it atop this streetlamp of all places?

Then he started noticing how alike you two actually are. Aside from enjoying art and all, you were incredibly rebellious. You had a relationship with your dad that could only remind him of his with Bruce. He knew you probably get reprimanded for all the vandalism you’ve gotten up to all the time. A small smile graced his lips at the thought.

However this only made him question your avoidance even more. So he decided to take a step further and trail you as robin (even harder).

You were getting really close with this Gwen girl in class. He quipped in his head as he noticed you two walking together.

Were you . . . going to the gym to impress her?

You didn’t seem like the type to change yourself for the sake of others. Despite your downtrodden attitude about academics. He can see the hidden potential, that confidence he wanted out for him to witness and bask in. He wanted to see all sides of you he realized.

He wanted to be the only one who did.

But just as he was about to follow you two into a dark alleyway he gets called by Dick of all people to investigate something else. Something about a man trying to cross realities and universes? Pah, as if that was more important than this. Nightwing can handle himself. He couldn’t have his competence questioned though. So with a reluctant sigh, he takes off into the night sky. Wondering what the pair he followed could be doing.

[ PART TWO ] [ PART THREE ]

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[thebelugawhalefriend]

Cubby - Yan!Ghost x Fem!Reader

CW: NSFW mentions, Yandere themes, Possession, NOT fandom related

Note: I haven't had any requests to write and my bigger storylines I haven't had muses for, but I don't want to lose my writing spark and crap out. So! Here we are.

Please, feel free to drop any request you have in my inbox ^^ It looks like Papyrus's mail as of now hehe

Something important I must mention!! Ghosts age in this world.

Bumps in the night always spooked you as a kid. Paired with the silent and dark room you were supposed to be kept in, the only comfort you sought was the cold chill that came to your side.

You called him Cubby. Mostly because your visions of him were that of a lion cub's head upon a boy's body. He was just fine with his nickname, even if at first he insisted to be called Benji.

As you grew, you merely assumed your imaginary friend would go away. You'd move, know new friends, even try new activities. And yet, Cubby was always there with you. Even if you'd forgotten to talk to him or even look his way.

It wasn't until you brought your first real boyfriend over at 19 that Cubby lost his innocent feelings for you.

Oh, but this wasn't a case of love lost... This was a case of passion.

Whenever your partner would start anything sexual with you, Benji would throw something breakable or flicker the lights. If that didn't happen to work, well... A few nightmares are more than effective at destroying the sexual tension.

The absolute last straw was when he appeared himself as a shadowy figure watching you two. Your partner's lips were caressing your neck, though they stopped in horror upon seeing his form.

"What the FUCK is that?!" "What? There's nothing there, love! I-" "Nonono, I've HAD IT!"

Just like that, they're pulling up their pants and shuffling out of the apartment. "I am NEVER coming over again (Y/N), do you hear me?! Every time I come to fuck you, some freaky ass shit happens and I'm tired of it! Some fuckin' curse is cockblocking me and you know what? You can live with that! I'm not gonna deal with all that!"

The next few hours were spent crying on your soft bed. You couldn't bear the thought of having your first shot at losing your first time being cursed to fail.

When familiar cold hands hold yours, you look up to see... A man? A lion mask laid right next to him, with a kind green within his eyes. "Did your date not go well, (N/N)?"

"...I know you chased them off, Benji."

"I did you a favor! If anything, you should thank me for chasing off someone only after your body!"

"You didn't know them... How could you-"

"Because I've known you since we were kids. You're a stunning lady now... Men and women are going to want to take what you have and leave you to die. But..." He pulled you into an embrace, "I would never chase someone who truly loved you away."

And he does keep to his word! It's just too bad that every partner you've had didn't love you enough into his eyes. Your last partner really irked him...

The only one who earned enough of his ire to have him killed.

Taking control of their body, he walks them all the way to a nearby zoo. Slipping through the safeguards and bars, Benji slips back out of their body and leaves them within the exhibit's cage.

"Man found mauled inside of the Sea Lion attraction!" The headline reads from your notifications. You couldn't believe it when your partner's face was paired next to the famed sea lions of the zoo.

"Why would they do it... They love animals, but they'd never..." Benji's hand holds your shoulder, "Some people just get way too comfortable messing with animals, (N/N)..."

Here's some extra art of Cubby/Benji for your enjoyment!

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[skz317cb97]

A Familiar Face

Changbin x Female reader

Word count: 3.4k

Synopsis: When you see a familiar face in the crowd, you know who he is. You think. You just can't figure out how.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Gah, how do we keep getting to the end of these! 🥺 This one isn't as long as some of the others but I definitely cried writing it, so be warned 😅! If you enjoy reading it, please reblog, like, comment, jump in my asks, I absolutely love all the feedback and interaction this series has had! Okay, as always, warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! Cursing/ strong language, violence, depictions of war and battle, main character death, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv sex, cream pie. I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know so I can add it!

You were rushing to catch the train. The next one would add at least thirty more minutes to your commute home and you were already exhausted from your workday. Unfortunately, a bunch of other people were doing the same thing. You made it to the train and you were waiting to file your way in with the others when you looked up, across the crowd of people, and walking onto the train from the other side of the platform was a man you... knew. How did you know him? He was very handsome, was that it? He was cute so you thought you knew him? No, you knew him. You just couldn’t place his face. Almost as fast as you’d seen him, he disappeared onto the train and then the doors were closing in front of you. You should have been upset you were missing the train, but you were upset that you lost him before you could figure out who he was and how you knew him. Only when the train pulled off did you remember what you were doing and realized you missed it. You sat on the bench to wait the thirty minutes before the next one and ran the man’s face through your head again and again. 

That night when you finally got home, you ate something small, got washed up quickly and into bed. As you laid there and looked up at the ceiling you started to think about the man again. You didn’t know why it was bothering you so much, but you had to figure out how you knew him. It took you a bit longer than usual but you finally drifted off to sleep. 

Being at war in another country was scary, there was no way around that, but something about Seo being there made it a little less scary. You had known of him from your high school back home although he was a couple years ahead of you. Your paths crossed again once Seo was in the military, and you had become a nurse. When that happened, it was like the stars had aligned for the two of you and you fell madly in love with each other. You were walking into the medical tent on base when suddenly arms wrapped around you from behind. A hand cupped over your mouth before you could scream. 

“Shh, it’s just me baby.” You spun around and slapped his arms and chest. 

“God damn it Seo! You scared the shit out of me!” He laughed and pulled you in for a kiss. You allowed him but before he could deepen it you pushed at his chest. 

“You know if your superior comes in here and finds us, I’m gone and you’re in trouble.” He pouted and let go and you pecked his lips once more.  

“Thank you.” Seo cleared his throat and it was clear he wasn’t just there to steal a kiss. He looked at you nervously. 

“What?” He hesitated a moment more before he finally spoke. 

“You know the town they’re sending us to for the mission yea?” You nodded. You did. It had been very active there recently and was a well-known hot zone. It was precisely why you were being sent there. 

“Don’t go.” He said. You scrunched your eyebrows confused. 

“Seo... orders are orders. You know we don’t get to just not go. Besides it’s my job to be there and make sure anyone hurt is tended to.” He shook his head. 

“Say your sick anything, just... please don’t go.” You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. 

“Seo, it will be okay. I’ll have you right there to protect me.” You kissed him and his shoulders slumped knowing he wasn’t going to be able to talk you out of going on the mission. He just had a bad feeling. The next morning the two of you, along with a team of others, would wake up and head towards the town. 

The sunlight shining through your bedroom window woke you up in the most disrespectful manner. You groaned and leaned over to look at the time. Just a couple minutes before the alarm. You sat up and you felt almost as tired as you had been when you fell asleep. You got yourself together and showered, then you were off to work. When you got to the train station you remembered the guy from the day before and fragments of your dream. Not even after a night of sleeping on it could you remember how the hell you knew him. Your job was busy and fast paced, so once you were there, there really wasn’t any time to think about much besides work. You stayed over a little later than normal at work so when you made it to the train it wasn’t nearly as crowded. You sat there as it raced towards its next destination. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back and all you could see when you did was his face. Why?  

You opened your eyes and looked down towards the next car and sitting there reading a book was the man. You sat there studying his face, determined to remember where you knew him from. You considered walking over to the next car and just asking him, but you would be embarrassed if it was someone you should have remembered. No, you wouldn’t approach him until you did remember. You sat there and tried to not look like an absolute crazy person staring at him as you continued to draw a blank. He had kind brown eyes, he was broad and built, when he’d read something funny a little half smile would appear on his face revealing a dimple in his cheek. Your heart raced but you still could not figure out how you knew this man.  

After a minute of you looking at him and looking away, the man looked up one of the times you were watching him. Your eyes went wide when you realized you’d been caught. His brow furrowed and he stood up heading towards the doors that separated the two cars. You thought your heart would beat out of your chest. The train slowed down and came to a stop and you panicked. Just as soon as the doors were open, you stood and dashed out before he made it through the connecting doors. Once you were home and having dinner, you were kicking yourself for running away. You knew him so obviously he knew you. He probably recognized you and was going to say hello and you ran away like a crazy person. As you lay in bed that night you almost wished you didn’t see him on the train tomorrow.  

The convoy on mission headed into town and stopped at the first check point. It was a larger building that some enemy fire had come from and it needed cleared. They planned on splitting into teams, alpha and delta, and starting from two different ends of the building then meeting in the middle. The commanding officer split the soldiers and medics into the two teams and when Seo realized you were not on team alpha with him his eyes shot to yours. You held your palm down signaling him to stay calm. Right before the teams split to head in he made his way over to you. 

“I promise I’ll be right back and I promise I’m marrying you the first chance I get. I love you.” He wanted to kiss you so bad but he couldn’t, not there. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. 

“I love you too Seo. I’ll meet you in the middle.” You squeezed his hand back and your teams split up. Team delta went through the front and had cleared quite a bit when suddenly there was a huge explosion and the building shook. You heard reports coming through the radio. 

“Damage to the left flank! They’re coming around again get out of there!” You heard it. Loud and clear over the radio a soldier was wearing. The left flank, that was the side Seo’s team went in on. Instead of running out with the other members of team delta, you ran towards the left flank to find Seo. A couple of the soldiers that oversaw getting you out of there tried to stop you but couldn’t, you had to find Seo, he had to be okay, he promised. When you got to the left flank of the building, where he was supposed to be, you choked back tears. It was barely standing, walls and supports down everywhere.  

“SEO! WHERE ARE YOU!? SEO!!!” You screamed for him, then heard a grunt and a hand raise up. You ran over hoping it was him and unfortunately, when you looked down, you had indeed found him. You gasped and choked back a sob. He was in bad shape, metal pieces from the bomb that hit were protruding from his chest, a support pillar had fallen on him, pinning and no doubt breaking his legs, there were scratches on his face that were bleeding and a bad gash on his head that was flowing freely. You tried to help. You took off your jacket and put it under his head to cushion it for him and to try and slow the bleeding. You were using the sleeve to wipe blood away from his face when the radio went off again. 

“CLEAR THAT BUILDING! IF YOU’RE ON TWO LEGS GET THE HELL OUT! THEY’RE COMING BACK AROU-” The radio cut out. Seo started panicking. You tried to calm him but there was no consoling him if you weren’t safe. 

“They’re going to bomb this building again you have to go!” Seo choked out. You were certain he was bleeding internally from the shrapnel that shred through him that was still lodged deep inside, most likely bleeding onto his brain as well from his head injury, and the pillar laying across his legs would be impossible to lift with fifty men. You shook your head, tears streaming down your face you, couldn’t just leave him like that. 

“I’m not leaving you!” You wouldn’t. He was the love of your life, your soulmate, he was going to be your husband when the war ended and you were going to spend the rest of your lives together. You refused to abandon him to die alone like that. You sat there on your knees by him holding his hand petting it, giving it a gentle squeeze like he’d done to yours before going in, and he begged you crying. 

“Please.” You brushed his hair back away from his bloodied face and wiped his tears; he was getting weaker quickly. 

“It will be okay my love. It will be okay.” You leaned down and kissed him as the enemy fired bombed the building you were in, obliterating it and killing everyone left inside, including you and Seo. 

You woke up gasping for air, clutching at your bed sheets, your entire body covered in sweat. You wiped your face and realized you had tears as well as sweat that had run down your face. Why did that feel so real?! Why did the man keep showing up in your dreams? What was his name? Seal? Steele? God you couldn’t remember! You were so frustrated. It’s all you could think about the whole morning and most of the day at work. In fact, you had been so distracted you weren’t leaving work until well after dark, which probably wasn’t the smartest or safest thing to do.  

Your wish from the night before came true, the man was not on the train that night, which wasn’t all that surprising considering the time it was. You got off at your stop and you were making your way up the station stairs, you still had a couple of blocks to walk before your building. You were almost home when a man walking from the other direction stopped in front of you blocking the way. 

“Hey!” You looked up. You had no idea who he was. 

“Do I know you?” He smirked. 

“You could.” You realized then you needed to keep walking. You tried to go around him but he blocked the way again. 

“Hey, don’t be a rude bitch.” You went to go around the other way and he blocked you again! 

“Are you listening to me bitch!” Your heart was in your throat, you were terrified as this man walked closer towards you. 

“HEY! Leave her the fuck alone!” You heard a man shout from behind you. The guy harassing you looked over your shoulder, then bolted across the street and ran away. You turned around and there walking up towards you was the man from the train and your dreams. You froze. As you stood there the two of you looking into each other’s eyes you remembered everything from your dreams. The war, Seo, the mission, dying it wasn’t just a dream though, it had been your life. The life before this one, but that wasn’t all you remembered. You remembered living on a farm with him with your kids and growing old, you remembered walking through a crude stone building in a long gown, meeting him in a secluded hall so that he could kiss you on the lips, a big no no since you were not yet married. You remembered every life you had ever lived with him. You had lived every life with him. 

“I found you.” That was all he said before kissing your lips. You held onto his strong body and kissed him back.  

“I’m Changbin...” He said chuckling as he pulled away. 

“Seo...” You said and he nodded. 

“Yes Seo Changbin.” You smiled. 

“I’m y/n.” You exchanged numbers that night and started to get to know each other in this life. You were soulmates but you were completely different people in this life. You got to learn about each other all over again. You had told Changbin about seeing him on the train and it triggering something in your brain but you just couldn’t figure it out. He told you about the night he had seen you on the train, when you ran away. As soon as he saw you, he remembered everything. He had been trying to catch up to you most of your way home that next night and then he saw that man messing with you, he had feared the worst, that he might lose you again before he had a chance to be with you in this life, to love you in this life. Luckily that was not the case and the man had run off leaving you and Changbin to find each other, finally. 

A year later, on your anniversary, Changbin took you out for a beautiful dinner. He was dressed sharply in a suit, no tie, the first two buttons undone. He had bought you a gorgeous dress that you had mentioned liking around your birthday but thought he had forgotten when you didn’t get it. He’d bought it the day you said you liked it but saved it for this night. A very special night, he hoped. After the amazing dinner the two of you were walking through the canopy of fairy lights, through the restaurant's garden, on the way to the car. About halfway through the path of lights Changbin stopped dead in his tracks. You hadn’t even realized until he pulled at your hand. You turned looking at him confused and he stood there with a hand in one pocket. 

“Did you lose something?” Changbin nodded. 

“I did.” You were wondering why he wasn’t going back to the restaurant to look for whatever he lost. Instead, he stood there looking at you like you hung the stars. 

“I lost you before I got to keep my promise. I’m not making that mistake again.” Changbin pulled a small box from his pocket and got down on one knee. Your eyes filled with tears. 

“Will you marry me?” He opened it showing you the small diamond ring, very clearly a family heirloom. You nodded as your tears streaked down your face. 

“Yes! Yes! Of course!” Changbin sprung up from his knee and wrapped his arms around you tightly and then kissed you. He pulled back after a second the both of you laughing a little. He pulled the ring out of the box and put it on your finger then kissed you again. 

“I love you y/n.” Your smile was glued to your face. 

“I love you too Changbin.” He started leading you towards the car again.  

“Let’s get home.” You nodded and headed towards the car. Once you were home Changbin took off his jacket and kicked off his shoes as soon as you hit the door. You joined him in ditching your heels as well. Changbin grabbed your hand and pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands immediately traveling lower and gripping your ass. You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. 

“Take me to bed.” You jumped and Changbin caught you, his hands gripping your ass. You wrapped your legs around him and held onto his face as you kissed him again. Changbin laughed shaking his head at you but walked towards your bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. When he got to your bed, he gently laid you back and sat up, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. 

“God you’re gorgeous Bin.” His little dimple popped out and his ears turned red. He was never good at taking compliments. Changbin pulled your dress up your body and then off over your head. He tossed the dress and started to kiss and nibble his way down your neck and chest. 

“You smell and taste good enough to eat baby.” He cocked his eyebrow as he continued his way down between your legs. He pulled at the sides of your panties and you lifted your ass helping him remove them. Those too were tossed aside and then Changbin nuzzled against the insides of your thighs. He finally ran his tongue through your folds tasting you, and you both moaned. 

“Oh god Bin... that feels so good...” You were already a little breathless as Changbin continued to devour you like you were his favorite meal. You were. You ran your fingers through his hair mussing it up. He loved your touch; he moaned and doubled his efforts. 

“Fuck! OH! I’m coming!” You started tugging at his hair gently when you came but Changbin didn’t stop, hell bent on prolonging your pleasure. Finally, he came up for air when your legs were shaking. He climbed back up your body and kissed you, your fingers still threaded through his hair. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, sliding them and his briefs off. 

“God I want you baby. I want you so fucking bad...” You nodded pulling him down and kissing him again.  

“I want you too Binnie, please...” Changbin lined up with your glistening cunt and pushed his length inside you. 

“Yes! Bin yes! More!” He kept pushing into you until your hips were flush. He leaned down caging you between his muscular arms. He kissed you again as he started to roll his hips and move inside you. 

“Fuck you feel perfect baby...” He thrusted deeper forcing a moan from you and then did it again. He knew the buttons to press, the way to move, the way to please you. This may be a new body, but he’d made love to you for lifetimes. You were close, he knew you were. He started moving faster, harder.  

“Oh god! I’m gonna cum Binnie!” He didn’t slow down, he kept fucking you harder, pushing you closer and closer to your climax. His was near too. 

“Cum with me baby cum with me!” His tip brushed your g spot again as his pelvic muscle pushed against your clit and you fell into the chasm that was your orgasm, pulling Changbin in with you. 

“Oh god beautiful yes! Take it! Oh fuck!” You clung to Changbin as you both shook through your climaxes. 

“BinBinBinnie! Oh oh my god yess fuck! Yes!” When you both came back down Changbin fell over next to you and immediately pulled you close. You laid your head on his chest and listened to his breathing return to slow and steady. You held him tighter, as if you let go you may lose him again. 

“I love you Changbin.” He sighed and kissed the top of your head squeezing you. 

“I love you y/n.” And he truly did, in this life, the last, and the next because every life Changbin lived, he would find you. No matter what. 

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[comic-sans-chan]

Fic I'll never write where Julian has a latent one-way telepath gene activated by some sci-fi nonsense and can suddenly hear everyone's thoughts. And he's like, "Shit, I don't remember there ever being any betazoid blood in the family. This must be connected to my augmentations. No! I have to fix this James Bond style." So while he's doing that, life goes on and he has to keep a straight face against the cacophony of noise from all his friends and patients.

With his patients, the telepathy actually ends up being pretty useful. He can hear everything they're too embarrassed or proud to say, so examinations go much smoother. Though he really could do without all the sudden "mmm sexy doctor" thoughts interrupting his professionalism. Especially when they cause him to bash his head on his own equipment out of pure, scandalized shock. Twice. 

With friends, the challenge is mainly in not responding to their thoughts, because they’re always interesting. His friends are incredible people and he's bursting at the seams to talk to them about their interests, hobbies and concerns. Then, of course, there are the occasional "Julian is annoying" thoughts. He always knew they were there, but actually hearing them sucks. He takes heart in the equal amount of "Julian is a sweetheart" thoughts that pop up, often shortly after the annoyed ones.

Then there's Garak, who Julian avoided for as long as he could because he knows Garak wouldn't appreciate having his thoughts heard. He was literally a spy. Julian listening in on his thoughts would be tantamount to bugging his quarters or something. It's not fair to him. Julian and Garak might lie to each other all the time, but that doesn't mean there isn't a trust there, and Julian doesn't want to break that. Maybe in the beginning, but not all these years later. Not now that they're close.

But ultimately, it's just (hopefully) one lunch, and if he avoids Garak for too long, he's going to hurt his feelings and he can't do that, either. Garak only has so many friends. And anyway, what's the worst that could happen? Julian finds out what Garak really thinks of a book? Maybe Garak's soup is too hot, but he won't admit it? Maybe he'll mentally shit-talk a Bajoran, and that'll suck to know about him, but it won't be shocking. Hell, he’ll flatter himself, maybe Garak will have a lustful thought or two about him. That wouldn't be any great revelation. He knows Garak's attracted to him, and he's attracted back, but fucking an ex-intelligence agent isn't a good idea for someone with a secret as big as Julian's. So, he might have to rub one out after lunch. He can deal with that. No harm done. He comes to lunch.

And it's a spectacular mistake. He should have made another excuse, any excuse. He should have known better. He knows who and what Garak is. He knows he's traumatized and hypervigilant and a little bit of a maniac. Garak's even hinted at sentiment being a particular weakness of his before. He should have anticipated Garak filing away every little thing he hears and sees like his life depends on it. He should have anticipated the checked violent instincts and guilt and depression. He should have anticipated Garak wondering what secret Julian's keeping and coming startlingly close to certain truths. He especially should have accounted for the possibility that Garak is more than just attracted to him. He's deeply in love with him.

He leaves lunch shaken and sick to his stomach. So much of it is unsurprising. Garak's life has been terrible. Is terrible. Julian has known that much ever since meeting Tain. Since Garak spat that he hated it on Deep Space Nine and he hated Julian specifically for being something he doesn't hate. He doesn't hate him at all, apparently, but he does resent him. He feels ashamed for wanting an alien so much, for feeling such a strong connection to something outside of the State. Something that Tain would punish him for. He punishes himself in Tain's absence. It's horrible, the cruel things he thinks so calmly about himself, like it's natural. Obvious.

Julian's always known Garak was miserable and he's done what he can to help him, but he admits there's been a part of him that thought being away from Cardassia and the Order was good for him. That the station hurt him so much because it was a remedy, and sometimes remedies feel like poison at first when you're so used to sickness. But of course it's more complicated than that, of course it runs deeper, and Julian should have done more. Should have invited him out. Should have dragged him into some tennis matches. Should have double-checked that his damn medication was still working after the number that implant did on his brain chemistry.

Shouldn't have gone to lunch, because now he knows Garak fantasizes about taking him back to Cardassia and enjoining with him and fucking him in fields of flowers and... adopting bloody war orphans together. That is not the sort of thing Julian should know without Garak's consent.

Even worse, now Garak is suspicious, and he pops into the infirmary the next day to "check on him after his hasty departure the other day." It's not even subtle. They both know Julian's hiding something, but Julian can't have this conversation without having about ten others that he has no idea how to have yet. And Garak won't stop thinking about running a soothing hand through his weird human hair and over his fucked up human eyebrows and - once when he makes the mistake of turning around - grabbing his ass. He doesn't even have an ass, but apparently that doesn't stop Garak. Bastard! Julian snaps that he's fine and rushes him out because he has work to do, thank you, my dear tailor. Garak jokes that this is the first time he's ever been forced out of the infirmary before, but he's thinking about hacking Julian's computer while he does it, so Julian growls at him and storms off to upgrade his security system. Again.

Time passes and Julian's losing his mind trying to solve this mind-reading problem and figure out what to do about Garak. Because of course he has feelings for the man, but he's avoided thinking too hard about that because Garak's never been a romantic option. Now he knows there's a very real possibility that Garak can be trusted, just like he’s always hoped. That Garak loves him to a degree that challenges his loyalties, and if Garak is loyal to Julian, then Julian doesn't have to worry about him using his augmentations against him. He could finally have a partner he doesn’t have to lie to, who might even understand and accept him. But the fact remains that Garak didn't want him to know that, and Julian feels guilty. And conflicted. And horny, because Garak's been spying on him in the promenade without knowing Julian can literally sense his stupid ass and every third lizard-brained thought is about how much he wants to lick him. There's a part of Julian that wants to just yank him into a changing room and hope that the healing power of sex will just solve everything.

Unfortunately, he knows there's no way out of Garak freaking out about Julian having heard his every crazy, paranoid and lovelorn thought. And Julian's savior-complex is going haywire. How do you comfort a man who won't allow himself to be comforted? How do you return a love someone hates themselves for feeling? Julian updates his medication, but there's only so much medication can do. Garak needs more than just Julian to kiss him. He needs things Julian doesn't know how to give.

In the end, Julian is able to deactivate the gene responsible for the telepathy, and things go back to normal. He has lunch with Garak, who is notably pouty, but Julian can only guess at the reason (probably because he couldn't hack into Julian's computer--ha), and it's a relief. They're back on even footing, Garak is an enigma once more, and all is right with the universe.

Except that everything has changed.

Julian can't tell him he could read his mind without concocting a lie about why he could suddenly read minds in the first place, because he can't tell him about Adigeon Prime. In the end, it's less about whether Garak can be trusted, and more about Julian's issues. It's selfish, but Julian's never told anyone before and he's not ready to now. It's too big. Too much. He couldn't stand it if Garak looked at him differently after. But to lie about it now, so baldly, after the profound vulnerabilities Garak's expressed without having any idea he's expressed them, feels wrong, too. 

So, Julian doesn't tell him a lie or the truth or anything at all. He doesn't tell him until they're in a prison camp, until Garak's told him Tain is his father, until the possibility of Garak being ordered to betray Julian is dead and they might die soon after and Julian needs Garak to know he was loved by someone. He needs Garak to know who Julian Bashir really was. A liar. An imposter. A coward. Someone who only ever wanted to heal, who didn’t ask to be a monster. And Garak will forgive him.

But for now, Julian is all those things, so instead of confessing his sins, he brushes his hand against Garak's. He squeezes his shoulder on his way to get a refill. He brings back a dessert for them to share. He argues and recommends terrible books and invites him out to shows and drags him to tennis matches. He encourages his friendship with Odo and Keiko and later Ziyal. He asks him to teach him Cardassian. He brings him fresh Red Leaf tea. He starts keeping a heated blanket in his quarters. When Garak falls asleep for seventeen minutes and fifty-two seconds while they're watching a holofilm, Julian pretends not to notice. Inwardly, he cheers.

In the absence of one type of honesty, another takes its place.

#garashir #my posts #another fic i'll never write even tho lowkey i just wrote it #anyway #will probably edit later cuz i always do #it's not the focus but i love the potential hijinx julian with mind-reading powers could get into #because people have weeeiiiirrrd thoughts #he gets distracted in the middle of a conversation cuz some guy who passed by had an earworm #that was actually just three different songs from three different planets all mushed together #and julian's brain breaks hearing that shit #fics i'll never write

[sketchy-rosewitch]

I’ve been hook on the idea of Bo Sinclair finding out s/o is pregnant. Could you write something about how he found out about the pregnancy and how he acts throughout the pregnancy? Thanks!

Of course!! Thank you for requesting!

You walk up to him after many pregnancy tests with a smile on your face.

“Bo!”

He’s reading in the kitchen, only half paying attention.

“Yes?”

“I’m pregnant!”

“Oh that’s great hun.”

His reaction pisses you off and you huff and walk away. His brothers were very happy for you two of course. And the only reason Bo reacted the way he did was because he didn’t process anything that you said. Thought it was a stupid prank for a second.

“Holy shit!”

He’s scrambling to find you, and once he does he lifts you up and spins you.

“My baby’s pregnant!”

Already coming up with a million different names and middle names.

One thing is absolute is he’d never name his kid after anyone in his family. No matter is it’s Vincent and Lester or Trudy and Victor. It’s not happening

You personally don’t bring it up (you don’t have to Bo makes it known)

He’s constantly kissing your stomach and coddling you.

Freaks out when your hormones go crazy.

“No no, don’t cry I’ll fix it!”

He become such a people pleaser, well… a wifey pleaser. Swatting Lester and Vincent away unless you ask for them, you often do cause sometimes Bo pisses you off, then Bo is just sulking about it.

Bo doesn’t hesitate with midnight drives to get you some food cravings.

He’s not gonna be one of them dad’s who makes those stupid jokes during labor like “Wow I’m so tired you guys should get more comfy chairs.” Like zero complaints, silent man. Again, wifey pleaser.

Gives the BEST pregnancy sex there is, makes sure you’re more than satisfied. Even more active with aftercare than before.

He helps with everything, and honestly during the third trimester, the kills are either so quick, or he just doesn’t try anything with tourists, he doesn’t have the time. He has to get back to his wife after all.

Starts babying you a bit, feeding you, cuddling, holding your hand. All that.

Baby hog when the baby does come. I mean it is his kid, but he’s scared the kid won’t like him so he’s the one always getting up at night to feed and help the baby. You attempt to sometimes but he always makes sure you’re back to sleep cause sometimes you have to breast pump and that takes a lot outta you, also you went through labor, you should be able to get some good rest just for that.

He hums and sings to the baby.

Constantly on watch of the baby, no matter who is holding them.

when you hold and care for them he’s always looking at you two ready to cry. He loves looking at his little family.

Definitely wants at least one more, maybe two.

#bo sinclair #sprout speaks #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x reader

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello <3 I’m requesting 2 things back to back so I hope that’s okay !! I’m just literally in love with your writing :D This is a George Karim x reader or lockwood & co x reader request where reader is an amateur ghost hunter who hasn’t actually done any professional training but they’re pretty talented. They heard about some haunted house and went to check it out, unknowingly showing up shortly before lockwood & co. They run into each other & get off on the wrong foot but have to work together anyway because of the ghosts becoming very active. Reader shows the group that they’re actually pretty capable despite being a little shit & they become something akin to friends. Thank you !! 👾

‘Aren’t you meant to be accompanied by a supervisor?’

‘That’s only applicable if I were under training, which I am not.’

‘What about the rest of your team? I seriously doubt your agency would send out a singular agent. It sounds negligent and careless.’

‘Rest assured mrs Rhodes, my team is on their way, they…just remember that they didn’t bring enough iron, they tend to be forgettable like that even on their best of days.’

“If you say so dear then I believe you.” Mrs Rhodes said, finally admitting to defeat before pulling the keys to the house from her pocket and putting them in your hand before making herself scarce. Which was when you let the facade drop, “Jesus Christ and here I’d thought the interrogation would never end.” You grunted as you unlocked the door to allow yourself swift entry before slipping the duffel bag from your shoulder and dropping it unceremoniously on the floor with a loud thud.

It was hard finding work when you were an freelancing paranormal investigator with zero professional training. Your parents were adamant in not letting you within that field of work despite your above average capabilities of sight and sound along with a god given talent for the Rapier; They were amongst the populace that were born without the ability to see, hear or touch the supernatural. So eventually you grew tired of their attempts of ‘protecting you’ and fled home one night and never looked back since. Every now and then you’d still catch the occasional missing persons flier that held your likeness but due to how faded it was at the corners, you assumed they stopped trying.

Long story short; you were an legality waiting to happen should you ever decide to quit freelancing and join an agency, known or unknown due to your lack of credentials that allowed you to continue being an paranormal investigator legally. Which was why whenever you were on a case and the cliental starts prodding the bear concerning your teammates; you had to be quick with your lie in order to spare no room for further questions. It sucked but it was better then nothing unfortunately.

You didn’t bother much with a perimeter check of the ground floor of the house, considering that the case file states that the ongoings had occurred upstairs where it was speculated that during the night, Mr Rhodes was dragged from his bed and down towards the landing, where he was then subsequently thrown and crash landed into a glass table that was sat beside the staircase. He was home alone when these string of events occurred. You could immediately see his death glow from how brightly it shines that indicates how recent the tragedy took place. You even heard -when concentrating hard enough- the sounds of what went down;

A body being dragged.

Mr Rhodes frightened screams to be let go and for help.

The sensation of air hitting your face as the body was flung over the railing followed shortly by the sound of glass breaking and a body colliding hardly to the floor.

The screaming had long since stopped.

“Unlucky sod.” You muttered under your breath as you picked up your duffel bag and began making your way towards the staircase when you heard muffled voices from beyond the door.

“Where’s Mrs Rhodes?”

“Probably running a little late.”

“But we need the key to get into the house, otherwise we can’t do the case.”

You knew those voices anywhere and all they did were give you nothing but headache. So to spare yourself of hearing their squabbling, you moved towards the door and opened it to see Lucy, George and Lockwood stood there staring back at you with differing looks of surprise. “Make yourselves at home.” You told them, leaving the threshold to return to the staircase you were investigating. “What’re you doing here?” Lucy asked incredulously as she, George and Lockwood entered the house, shutting the door behind them.

“A case duh.” You replied, having already had enough of the juvenile questions for one night. “Also I got here first sooo, finders keepers losers weepers.” You added to get that additional dig at them, which worked in your favour as they looked at you unanimously unimpressed. “Y/n, you lack the credentials to even be on a case of this calibre,” Lockwood said, “why don’t you let us take this off of your hands and go home.” You scoffed at his suggestion and his insinuation that you couldn’t get the job done. You’ve completed cases similar to this one plenty of times in the past on your own and you weren’t about to let the unwarranted advice of a snobby prick and his merry band of reck looses alter your perception of yourself.

“Thanks for the concern Locky but I can handle myself just fine, with or without the necessary credentials.” You told him as you readjusted your duffle bag on your shoulder before advancing up the stairs towards the landing, the air became more and more frigid the higher you went until it became like you were standing in a deep freezer. “I can’t hear anything.” Lucy said from behind you, making you jump slightly from the fact that you didn’t see her, Lockwood nor George come up the stairs after you.

“What about you y/n? Can you hear anything?” George asked from your right hand side. “Don’t you think I would’ve said something about now?” You asked, a tad irritated, heaving a deep sigh before continuing, “Other then what I’ve heard downstairs at the scene of the crime. No. Haven’t heard a peep since.” You then turned you head towards George and seeing him press a hand to the wall, focusing on feeling out dark energy. “What about you? Felt anything yet?” The boy only sighed out a ‘no.’

“Then let’s split up and search every room for the source and contain it before it becomes a problem.” Lockwood told you, immediately assuming the leader role, as you all set out individually to find the source whilst also remaining close enough to call upon the others for help when needed. You chose to search the bedroom where it all happened, Lockwood chose the study, Lucy chose the bathroom and George chose to explore a little higher into the attic, whilst making sure to keep the ladder descended so that you and the others could gain easy access incase he found something.

Not long into your investigation you heard the opening towards the attic slam shut and the sound of George’s muffled exclamations did you fear that he found something to your vicinity to elicit such a reaction. “George!” You heard Lucy say as she, Lockwood and yourself rushed from your respective rooms to see that the attic had indeed been slammed shut, trapping George inside. “Lucy?” You faintly heard him reply, “the source is here but the only problem is that I didn’t have enough time to grab the seal to contain it before getting trapped up here.”

As George explained what he had found to Lucy and Lockwood, you spotted something from the corner of your eye and turned to face it just as the visage of a large, balding man came into view wearing joiners attire. “Guys, I think I found our mystery visitor.” You told Lucy and Lockwood calmly as they too began to look in the same direction as you. “What’s the plan.” Lucy asked, looking towards Lockwood but before he could spout out a half arsed plan, you took charge. “You, Lucy, are going to get the seal and help George contain the source whilst myself and Lockwood hold off our little friend here. That sound like a good enough plan to you?”

“Don’t do anything stupid.” She warned Lockwood but from how her eyes shifted from him to you, she was applying it to you also. You scoffed, “don’t worry about me Lucy, it’s Lockwood you’ve got to worry about.” You told her just as you unsheathed your Rapier, “now go, we’ve got this.” Lucy looked at you both one final time before bolting off to where you kept the duffle bags as you brought your attention back to the male, who had already gotten a lot closer then last time. “Don’t you think that was a little uncalled for?” Lockwood asked, joining your side, Rapier in hand. “What? Calling you stupid? I don’t think so considering your track record. If anything I think it fits you quite nicely.” You replied with a smirk which made him scoff lightheartedly.

“You ready to clear ourselves of a ghost?” He asked you as you both stood poised to attack as the male visible got agitated at your lighthearted banter. “Ready when you are.” You replied but before either of you could make the first move, the man in the joiners attire began making a beeline towards Lockwood; arms out stretched but thankfully you were quick to intercept the attack by standing protectively in front of Lockwood before carving patterns in the air with your Rapier. Which caused the male to back off for the time being but as his back was turned, readying himself for an quick escape, you threw a salt bomb right between his shoulder blades and watched as his spectral form fizzled out from view.

“He’ll be back.” Lockwood informed you as you both seethed your Rapier’s. “Not necessarily,” George’s voice came from behind you as he descended from the attic with Lucy in tow, “we secured the source thanks to you two.” He told the both of you but his eyes lingered on ours as a small smile graced his lips. “And here I though you weren’t a team player?” You laughed harshly, “I’m not Georgie boy,” you told him as you went to pick up your duffle bag from Lucy, shuffling it onto your shoulder, “this was merely an one off alliance.”

“Yeah right, you’re just avoiding the fact that you’ve actually come to enjoy our company.” He teased, bumping his shoulder into yours as you all made your way down the staircase. “Oh come off it will you?” You chastised him playfully but you had to admit that deep down, he was right. You flowed so effortlessly with them that it almost felt natural which was something you hadn’t felt in a long while.

“Alright, love birds, wrap it up so we can all head back for a cuppa and some biscuits.” Lucy said before turning to you. “You are coming coming with, right?” She asked, stopping short in her foot falls along with George and Lockwood who were looking at you almost expectedly. You sighed but couldn’t fight back the smile from creeping on your face. “Yeah sure, a cuppa sounds real nice about now.”

#lockwood and co imagine #lockwood and co x you #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co imagines #lockwood imagines #lockwood imagine #lockwood x reader #lockwood x you #george karim x reader #george karim imagines #george karim imagine #george karim x you #lucy carlyle x reader #Lucy carlyle x you #Lucy carlyle imagines #Lucy carlyle imagine #anthony lockwood imagines #anthony lockwood imagine #anthony lockwood x you #anthony lockwood x reader

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trouble→ jj maybank x kook!reader

requested! Hey! Can i request for jj? I'm back to my jj era but there's so little fics of him, and most of them are smut, and i want some angst with fluff too ya know!!!!

Anyway, I'd like some season 1 vibes, so could we have kook!reader helping the pogues to steal that water drone thing (dont remember what that was) and she runs with jj when the dog follows them and then you get the rest

I really just need more jj 😭

summary: in which you’re a troubled kook.

a/n: i gotchu <333 also I made the group split up simply to get more jj x reader time :))) love this request btw <333

warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse and criminal activity, also went of script cause this bitch was too lazy to pull up the actual scene :) also didn’t want to exaggerate the fluff, but I can easily write a part two if requested :)

masterlist:

You stood waiting by your car, waiting for the pogues to turn up. You had been relaxing at home when Kie had texted you, asking for a favor.

And out of boredom; you agreed.

So there you were, leaning on your car, waiting for the group to turn up, and they did with a pissed of JJ Maybank.

“What are they doing here?” He glared at you, his heated gaze locked onto yours. You knew who boy was, heck, everyone knew of him. He kept to his friend group and his dad was an abusive asshole.

You weren’t phased, being quite used to not being liked despite being a kook. You parents and teachers called you a troubled teenager, and you wholeheartedly agreed. You got into fights, and you were quite known for stealing shit and getting away with it, which why Kie needed you.

“Hello to you too, Maybank.” You smiled at him, taking step closer to the hesitant group.

“We need them.” Kie said, looking at the three unsatisfied boys. “They’re good at being sneaky.”

The blonde haired boy never took his eyes off you, “they’re a kook Kie.” He spat venomously.

You could take being disliked but being on display in front a group of people who hates you simply because of where you’re from made a lump grow in your throat.

You turned to Kie, fidgeting with your fingers, “maybe I should leave,” you trailed of, walking backwards to your car.

“No! We are going to do this,” she glared at her friends, “or I swear to god.”

Pope sighed and slapped Jj’s arm to get him to stop glaring at you. “Kie’s right man.”

And that’s how you found yourself trailing next to pissed of Maybank.

“Have I done something?” You hesitated to ask, the tension thick. He ignored you. You sighed. “Okay, look,” you grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Can you be more mature? I haven’t done shit to you or your friends,” you glared at him. He was quiet for a few seconds, and a sarcastic chuckle came from the blonde haired boy.

“You’re a kook, that’s enough reason for me.”

You snorted, a bit relieved actually. “That’s it?” A smile grew on your face. It made JJ confused. You continued, “it’s just, nobody really likes me, with reason of course, I’m an outcast I guess, and i thought it would be different when Kie needed my help, because I’m the last person people choose to trust.”

“Why?” He whispered his blue eyes softening after your rambling. You shrugged your shoulders. “I do shitty things, I steal and break things, I fight people when I’ve had too much to drink.”

The blonde haired boy laughed as you both started to walk slowly. “You’re a kook and you steal?”

You laughed yourself, “yeah, can’t help it.”

He gave you smile, “you sound like a pogue.”

That’s win, you thought to yourself. Your took a quick glance at his lips and immediately looking away, your face warm.

You laughed, “yeah, I guess that’s why the ‘kooks’ don’t like me.”

His smile was still present, growing more relaxed by the second, “welcome to our side.”

Not even a second later you both heard barking, ensued by Pope yelling out in fear. The blonde boy beside you immediately took of into a sprint with you running after.

You grabbed Maybank once again, almost letting go when your hand latched onto his instead of his forearm. And the dog made its appearance. It skidded around the corner, it’s eyes set on you and JJ.

“Shit!” You shrieked and pulled JJ away from the animal who’s drool was dripping onto the sandy ground.

It felt like you had been running for years when the blonde haired boy made you stop. He immediately pushed you towards a ladder, connected to a boat, urging you up first.

You both collapsed on the deck, breathing heavily all while the dog below kept barking. And then a man’s voice and you swore you heart leapt out of your chest in fear.

JJ heard your breathing quicken and slapped his hand over your mouth to both help and silence you.

“I know you’re there!” The man yelled over barking and you took it as a sign to remove JJ’s hand. “If I get arrested again, they’ll send me to juvenile detention” you eyes, wide with panic was stuck on his blue ones, less panicked as he thought of what to do. “Do you trust me?” He asked in a whisper.

Your face scrunched up involuntarily, “trust you? Dude, I barely know you.” He chuckled, nodded his head in agreement, “yeah, I know, but for now, do you trust me?” It was quiet as you thought it over. It was well know that JJ Maybank was loyal, no doubt about it. “Yeah, I trust you.”

He gave you a smile which turned forced as he stood up, his hand grasping yours, and you found yourself trying to force him back down before you realized that this was the moment where you put your trust in him.

You both stood, and JJ let you go to raise his hand in surrender. “I’m Luke’s kid!” The guard below became quiet as stared up at you two. “He said he’d beat me if I didn’t get shit for him. He’s still pissed that he got fired.” You stared at the boy beside, who’s hand once again connected with yours, giving a squeeze.

You watched as he sniffled and his eyes turning red. You found yourself frozen in shock. Kie never went into the reason of why she needed your help and you felt an ache in your chest when you thought about this being the reason. The tears that rushed down the flushed face of Maybank told no other story. He was being serious.

The security guard looked emotional too as he sighed, “it’s okay kid, come on down.” JJ helped you down, his hand immediately grasping yours while the other wiped the onslaught of tears rushing down his face. “Thank you,” He sniffled, your eyes now staring on the ground, not knowing what to do. You felt helpless and you hated it.

“Now leave.” JJ thanked the man once again and quickly dragged you away, still wiping his tears. And then he smiled.

“What the fuck.” He glanced your way, looking way too smug but the look in his eyes said something different. He wasn’t exaggerating.

“And that, Y/n is how you lie.” And despite the emotions rushing through your head in a dizzying pace, you found yourself smiling too.

You all gathered by Kie’ van, having successfully stolen the drone for whatever the group needed it for.

You stood, watching them as they all jumped into the van before JJ peaked his head out, “you coming?” He smiled at you, and you found yourself in the van with no questions asked, simply satisfied to be included even though you knew it was only for the moment, when they needed you.

JJ sat beside you with a grin, his hand once again making its way to interlace itself with yours, and you couldn’t help matching his grin.

“Wanna help us steal 400 million dollars?” The blonde boy asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Seriously?” You look around to the van to see everyone nodding, “you may be a kook, but you’re trust worthy,” John B said and you watched as they all nodded along.

“Then, count me in.”

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