#YO this show went hardcore!!!!!
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Chris McLean As Your Ex
✎: My second Chrissy blog 🙈 it ain’t my fault he’s so bbg. (ex!Chris x f!reader) (Celebrity Reader)
♡Summary: Chris still has feelings for you after you broke up. Now he’s going to do everything in his power to win you back.
WARNINGS: Language, (toxic?) relationship, mild anxiety, arguing, angst, fluff, (catcalling?😭) smut next chapter and not really proofread. :(
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The day you met your ex-boyfriend Chris McLean was the day your picture-perfect life turned to shambles, or maybe it was the minute you agreed to host with him on his sadistic show… You were too busy to remember.
After filming another successful episode of your talk show: ‘Icons Unveiled', infamously known for it’s ‘unique’ contestants, (which is why people loved it so much) - the drama, fights and scandals discussed on your popular talk show are the main factors why people religiously tuned in. From a fourteen-year-old fanboy that became known online for hardcore obsessing over you, to an iconic personality with everyday petty drama that’s publicised way too often: GlamZoe.
And today’s episode featured a well-known kid influencer, Big Mia, and her ‘best friend’ Isabella, who blasted her secrets online for clout. Their feud only escalated, despite their ironic intention of 'peacefully hashing it out'.
“You’re calling me stupid? Bitch you were dumb enough to tell me all about yo’ shit in the first place. How ‘bout that?” Isabella disdainfully yelled, swiftly flipping her hair behind her shoulder.
“You only have clout because of me, know your place.” Big Mia retorted.
The audience erupted in applause, laughter, and audible gasps as a result of their vulgar responses.
“And? everyone likes me more than you anyways, so…”
“Guys - let’s relax, you came on here to bless this beef, not open a butcher shop.” You quipped, taking a sip of coffee from your signature ‘Icons Unveiled’ mug. The steam emitting from the mug fogged your Versace sunglasses, making you place them on your head.
“I’m gonna fight this hoe outside, how about that?” Big Mia asserted, rising from her seat as she tied her hair in a few sharp motions. Instinctively, security had to restrain her and ensure she remained seated. You noticed most fights were embellished by the participants for two reasons: you, a known and highly admired celebrity were witnessing it all unfold, and the instigating noisy audience: bloodthirsty for any scandal. People would do anything to Y/N L/N’s attention, anything.
You couldn’t refrain from seeing yourself and Chris in their thoughtless arguing, there was this one specific argument that was the final blow to your unhealthy relationship:
“Chris, we can’t keep hiding from talking about it. The fans are concerned, we need to address this situation openly.”
“We can’t risk making things worse by giving it more attention, they don’t need to know every detail.”
“But that’s the problem! they’re not stupid, they’ll eventually find out and they’ll lose trust in-“
“Trust me, I’ve been handling this for a long time. It’s better to let things settle on their own.”
“So have I! You’re not the only one, Chris. I’ll politely remind you I’m famous as well.”
“I know that… I know. I just can’t when you-“
“When I what? Am I just a distraction?”
That back-and-forth conversation went on and on… until it transitioned into an argument before even realising it.
“Changing our approach could backfire, Y/N! It will affect the ratings!”
“Ratings ratings ratings, that’s all you seem to care about!”
“I have to! Why don’t you don’t get it.”
“Tell me something, Chris. Who would you pick, me… or the ratings? The amazing fantastic ratings you can’t stop thinking about.”
“Y/N, just… fucking listen to me. You’re choosing to ignore me,"
In hindsight, your power couple relationship was really toxic. Instead of talking it out or apologising to one another, you just had sex. Which is exactly what you did after that argument, (yes, the same argument that made you breakup). You shouldn’t have to fuck or kiss someone to prove that you ‘love’ them, that’s a commonly known fact. Yet it seemed like your relationship didn’t get the message.
But your viewers were going to be thoroughly entertained by tonight’s episode, that’s for sure. As the bathtub’s floral, sweet-scented warm water soothed you, you enjoyed every second of the chaotic scene unfolding on your iPhone, making you feel amused and mildly exhausted. People never mention how drama is better tenfold when you’re actually witnessing it, front-row seats and all. Their animated gestures and exaggerated words only further enhanced their bickering. Soon enough, the speculations on social media were flooding in - so were your pay cheques.
You couldn’t resist but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Midway through the episode - just as they were about to reach the boiling point on your screen - your phone rang causing your heart to skip a beat. Nobody ever called you, the only exception was if it was undeniably crucial. Everyone understood how busy you were and the demands of your time. So when your phone chimed, that signalled something demanded immediate attention - the last thing you generously handed out.
The caller ID displayed ‘Liam Harrison’, your agent. You knew this wasn’t going to be just another casual conversation - he’d usually try to mask it as one before delivering bad news to you.
“Y/N?” he spoke, in that familiar gravelly voice you were unfortunately used to.
“Yes, this is she.” You laid back in your back tub and scarcely crossed your legs, mentally preparing for what was about to hit you.
“Tonight’s episode … crazy, right?” He said, a sense of relief lacing his words. Essentially because it was you who picked up the phone - not your voice note that he was unfortunately used to. You immediately picked up on the tone of his words and the slight relief present in them, It would be rare for anyone else to have picked up on this, but you were discreetly intuitive.
“Mmm,” you hummed in response.
“Right, erm, so I’m sure you’re aware of the high demand and the public being visibly upset about your absence on Total Drama.”
“Fuck me…” you muttered as you massaged your temples. Your anxiety gnawed at your thoughts, making you toy with your hair as you listened. As Liam presented his case, the high demand, phenomenal ratings, substantial income - the best part of it all: the increased fame.
You were focusing on the coffee mug that sat on the edge of your bathtub as you inattentively listened, it would always be comfortably cupped in your hands for every single episode as you watched scandals unfold, the viewers always called it ‘iconic’. Its pink interior contrasted the pristine white exterior, ‘Icons Unveiled’ etched onto the surface in a delicate font, this globally adored mug had soon gained a life of its own. It became so popular that it would be more rare to see someone who didn’t have your mug than to see someone who did.
Your business-savvy mindset embodied your influence, the minute you put them on sale it was even titled ‘The long-awaited merchandise masterpiece’, and it sold out in under half a minute. ‘Skyrocketing’ would be an understatement to describe how the sales performed - and it wasn’t just that, you sold coffee blends crafted to your taste, cute matching sets with your infamous catchphrase: ‘Getting up, close and personal with the icons!” and so on. Amidst your racing thoughts and tremors of anxiety, you realised something. Your smart business decisions pushed you so far ahead in the entertainment industry, something even Chris, (with all his charisma), hadn’t managed to accomplish yet.
“Y/N, what do you say?”
The abrupt noise enticed you to faintly jump, being so lost in your never-ending thoughts made you completely forget the disheartening situation you were in. You knew the moment you said ‘Yes.’ was the moment you sold your soul to the devil, to your demise to you have no other choice.
“I can’t wait,” you stated, not sounding as confident as you intended to.
“Great. We will be handling the contracts, drafting, legal approvals… all that stuff. As well as the promotional campaign to build anticipation for your appearance.”
“I appreciate it.”
“Goodnight, Ms. (L/N).”
“Night, Liam.” You hung up and your iPhone automatically resumed Icons Unveiled, you absentmindedly watched as your mind was in a completely different place.
The recruitment made sense so you couldn’t be too upset about it, when two wealthy and famous personalities collide, the mesmerising sparks are inevitable. You’ve built countless businesses just by having people on your show, you were consistent and dedicated to your craft, and some may say that you had it easy - that you were rich the moment you were born and got everything you wanted, luxuries and riches were an everyday thing. You played your cards right, became rich and famous, and were worshipped worldwide. Your alluring and humble personality made you hard to ignore giving your universal appeal, evoking envy and admiration from others in the entertainment industry.
Maybe this was what led to your breakup - your wits and marketing techniques may have triggered Chris to be slightly envious. But you weren’t innocent either; as his fame grew over time so did your jealousy. You weren’t exactly the jealous type, though. But the constant comparisons, busy schedules and fans feeding his already indestructible ego ignited something in you that you never knew was there.
On the other hand, he started feeling uneasy about your immense success. Chris was mainly looked down upon, but viewers kept tuning in as they were in a trance by the cruel ideas he came up with. You positively influenced your fans (or so they thought), but deep down you were just like him. You hated admitting it but you were both equally insane, you were made for each other. The spotlight that shone on you made him question whether he could measure up to your achievements, and he hated that.
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After a long yacht journey, you arrived at Camp Wawanakwa; your new dreadful and thankfully temporary home. An isolated island with an untamed forest, towering trees and tepid cabins. The air’s musk had an earthy scent of moss and decaying leaves, the nostalgic smell that without warning brought you back to when you previously hosted.
As you stepped out of the lavish yacht, nervousness and excitement churred in your stomach. Chef, Chris’s loyal assistant, greeted you with a warm smile.
“You look just as young as I last saw you,” he chuckled in that familiar thick and passionate voice. Chef afforded you a reassuring pat on the back as he helped you with your luggage.
Although the campers were confined to their cabins until filming began, you could sense the excitement from the peeks you caught through the cabin windows. Whispers, screeches and a few wolf whistles followed you as Chef guided you to ‘The Chris Crib’.
You couldn’t resist but to wave at the girl's cabin, and blow a platonic kiss to the boys.
“Oh my God! Y/N L/N waved at me!”
“No, she waved at me! We all saw it!”
“Shut up - she waved at all of us.”
“Boys… she clearly digs us.”
“Yeah, did you see the way she blew that kiss?”
“She’s so fucking hot, I need her in my bed.”
When you entered the ‘Chris Crib’, (which looked way better than the worn-out cabins, very typical of Chris) the first thing you did was walk into your room to unpack your bags, not even bothering to greet …him. Your room was left untouched and Chris's faint scent lingered; a subtle sweet-smelling cologne. You caught sight of some lingering items you left behind.
You changed into your pyjamas, a silky white spaghetti top paired with satin shorts. After a brief moment, you picked up on the faint sound of his voice, your nosiness forcing you to overhear. He spoke in a hushed tone about how he couldn’t get you out of his head - how he still loved you and wanted to see you. Yeah, right. With the way he treated you? Sure he did. He can keep lying to himself if that’s what helps him sleep at night after tormenting innocent teenagers.
But the weight of your emotions and the relentless grip of anxiety had been tightening around you for weeks, pulling you into a tornado of racing thoughts. Today was no different, you found yourself lost in thought, sitting in your bathtub - the one inside the bathroom which was connected to your bedroom, you were still fully clothed in your PJs. You didn't even bother to lock any doors, so anyone could walk in at any given moment. A rumour on socials spread like wildfire about Icons Unveiled being staged, making your viewers worried and doubting you and your show.
Maybe you actually were just like Chris? You cared too much about what the fans thought. More than you think you should - but it was reasonable - they were your source of income. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s okay, your team would handle it, right? It’s all going to be okay. But this subtly affected your episode’s performances, some days you were better at hiding your inner emotions than others but the speculations made it ten times more difficult. This coupled with the continuous pressure to serve content was a lethal combo. You were grappling with the mounting burnout that had begun to take a toll on your physical and mental health.
The announcement of co-hosting TDI was a cruel twist of fate, a decision driven more by the demands than your own desires. As you wrestled with your thoughts, your racing heart gave way to a full-blown panic attack. Your audible heartbeat and heavy breathing and an overwhelming urge to just escape… You felt as if these were your last moments, as if these were your last breaths, last heartbeats.
This situation couldn’t get any worse until Chris walked in, you didn’t even want to look at him. Your wet hair draped over your shoulders and shielded your face, yet you could still sense a worried and concerned expression on his face. He’s seen this happen before - you had odd ways of coping, the one he was most used to was drowning yourself in your thoughts in any accessible bathtub. He saw your vulnerability and offered a steadying hand like he was reminding you that you weren’t alone.
“Hey, hey - take deep breaths,” His voice was gentle yet reassuring. He knelt beside you, and even though your pyjamas had turned completely see-through, he placed one hand comfortably around your back.
“I’ve got you, alright? You’re safe here.”
You reluctantly nodded, trying to focus on his words as your heart’s abnormally fast rate gradually decreased. But you couldn’t prevent the tears streaming down your face, tracing a scorching path along your cheek. The once bubbly and vibrant colour of your eyes was killed by the bloodshot hue, your breath hitched in your throat, catching on the sobs that wrecked your body. Each gasp for air was a painful reminder of the tightness gripping your chest.
“Panic attacks are tough, you’ve faced harder challenges. Remember that time you nailed that live episode? You’ve got this, listen to my voice.” he continued, his tone steady.
You always liked listening to his voice, so that would be simple enough task. It was husky and satisfying to the ears; it effortlessly put you to sleep on multiple occasions. You mentally recalled the day you had a panic attack before filming a segment for Icons Unveiled, three of your team members spent what felt felt like fifteen painstakingly slow minutes trying to calm you down. When it was Chris, him being there for only a minute or a few seconds would have you feeling much more serene.
You closed your eyes, trying to heed his words. You haven’t met his gaze once this whole time, avoiding revisiting the memories you shared just by simply looking at him. His presence was like an anchor, bringing you to reality amid the chaos in your mind. As your breathing slowed, his hand never left your side. “This will pass, you’ve got the power to overcome it.”
Finally, your words escaped your lips, and the grip you had on his other hand tightened as if your life depended on it, which heavily contradicted your next statement:
“I hate you.” The words were tremulous and engulfed with tension, yet your gaze told a different story. He knew you better than you realised - the emotional whirlwind that was happening inside you, and the conflicting feelings.
He hated (when I say hated I mean hated) seeing you in this state, struggling to fight an extremely challenging battle was so hard for him to see. He knew deep down it was because of him, which made him feel way worse. In that look you gave him, he sensed your frustration and appreciation. The Y/N way of acknowledging his presence when words weren’t enough.
No, he doesn't genuinely care... he's crazy. Crazy would be an understatement to factually describe him, you've seen the shit he pulls on his show. Chris is an emotionless man - in your scenario, it was all different. You give him emotions he's never felt before.
He gently tucked a few stray strands of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering momentarily. His voice was a soft barely audible whisper,
“I know.”
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Part Two
Also, holy shit. I would've never thought I’d make it this far- THANK YOU SO MUCH BBS!!!💕 Sending virtual hugs rn.
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#chris mclean#Chris#tdi#total drama island#total drama#cod#call of cuty#ghost#smut#angst#x yn#x reader#yn#self insert#simon riley#Lindsay#heather#cod x reader#boyfriend#ghost cod#fluff#König#headcanon#john price#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#konig call of duty#call of duty#cod mw3#gaz
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When Hobie gets drunk
The Spider Band decided to go to one of Hobie's kickback parties. Well, it's one of his bandmate's kick back party, there's alcohol, weed, and other crazy stuff for the teenagers to have a good time. For once, the Spider Band had their day off taking the opportunity to be teenagers. The group put on their best punk outfit to fit into Hobie's world, just so they avoid looks.
Gwen grins widely having to wear plaided cargo pants with many zippers, an oversize shirt with a vest, and thick combat boots: Man, this is gonna be fucking exciting! -she shakes Pav with excitement. Finally, she gets to enjoy partying with her friends after weeks of being Spider-heroes-
Pav being dizzy from Gwen shaking him: Ahahaha, ye-yeah! I really want to do fun beer games! -He wore a much simpler outfit; a black tank top with ripped slashes around and skinny blue jeans with chains. The outfit works with rock boots.-
Margo smirks at Gwen: Hahaha, you're excited to get shitfaced, huh? -wearing a more Androgynous outfit; a long half skirt that is over black buckles black skinny ripped jeans, her tube top with fishnets and a thick belt slanted to the side of her wide hips. Her hair in thick locs with neon colors to stay true to her Spider Byte colors.-
Gwen blushes at Margo's smirk: Huh, ye-yeah! Come on, we finally got to enjoy ourselves. -the two noticed short knotted locs with red dye under their noses-
Spider Zeros: Yo! -she holds her Spiderling as she wore more a Gothic Punk style; a huge over size t-shirt with rip hems and certain parts with an asymmetrical collar stitched fish necks, one long fishnet glove from her arm to her hands, and a black fingerless glove on the other. She had thick big black buckled platform boots, with uneven stockings of black and red. Her makeup dark and dramatic with purple lipstick- What's good!
Pav: I keep forgetting how short you are!
Spider Zero: Excuse you! I am older than all of ya! -she huffs- Anyway, i heard there's free alcohol and join in! Where's Peni?
Gwen sighs: She's busy.
Spider Zero arched her eyebrows: Wow, so boring.
Margo: Hey, she's always working on her machines.
Miles spotted them: Hey guys! -Everyone stares at his outfit being surprised. Miles blushed being shy, his arm rub his other arm- Is is too much?
They squealed: Your so cute, Miles!
Gwen: OMG are you wearing a skirt!
Pav: Look at the lipstick!
Margo: Damn, Miles! I didn't know you like to dress up like that! -she giggles-
Spider Zero awed: Awe, you got to show off your tattoo!
Miles' cheeks felt super warm: Really? Thanks! I wanted to impress Hobie, since he's hardcore and... I'm just simple! -He went all out on his outfit: a red plaided half skirt with a cut to show the black one pants/short and tartan around his reavealing left thigh. His right leg being covered by the ripped one pant. He had on a shredded Hobie's band crop top and underneath the top is one layer of fishnets covering his his right arm to his tummy. The left arm with ripped up plaided sleeve purpose to cover only the forearm and hand. His revealing stomach had a heart shape buckle belt with studs and chains as decor. Then he had a black leather jacket from Hobie with patches and paint on it with words and slang around it. The same goes with his messily painted sunflowers on the sides on his Devil Games Mismatched combat boots. His face being covered with black lipsticks, and smokey red and black eyeshadow with white wing eyeliner. Put on a fake lip piercing, but had his earrings on.-
Gwen: Trust me, Hobie is gonna be so happy!
Hobie: OI! OI! Peter Pan! -the group heard their friend calling out for him. They turned their head toward the voice is coming from through the thick crowd of the underground warehouse party. They saw him walking so sloppy, so drunk!-
Miles gasps with a cute pout: Hobie, you got drunk before we got here!
Hobie finally noticed his boyfriend as he got closer. His vision was blurry as he pushed people out of his way, until his vision came clear when he saw his beaming Angel, his Sunflower: Miles? -he kinda slur his words-
Spider Zeros: A DOY! No shit Sherlock! -she rolled her eyes-
Hobie scowls: Eh, are you being a Xenophobic -his eyes at Zero-
Zero: No, it's an expression for no shit! -she grins- Anyway, I wanna get shitfaced! Right, Spiderling! -her spider happily nodded- Come on, let's drink!
Hobie look at his friends: Ya'll look freaking amazing -he turns to Miles- You look amazing, luv! -he holds his partner's cheek having to stare deep into his eyes like he was the only man in the party-
Miles smiles shyly feeling his cheeks warm again: Heh, thanks, bae.
Pav: Yeah, we should start partying! I finally got the chance to get wasted!
Hobie drunkily slouch on his Miles: The alcohol is that way -he use his thumb to point the area where all the alcohol is at- Come!
It wasn't long till the party went hard! Gwen challenging Hobie into shots. Margo cheering on Gwen while Pav cheer for Hobie. Zero drinks her beer watching with Miles. The young man had a red cup filled with alcohol, he took small sip. If he's honest, he hates alcohol. The taste is too bitter to him, he hates beer the most: Luv! Luv! Were you watching? -Hobie called for him-
Miles laughs: I am, bae! Wow, ten shots! That's crazy.
Hobie grins widely until Pav shouted: Holy Shit, Gwen! -She chugged a bottle of Vodka-
Margo cheers: Hahaha, I never knew you can hold your liquor, Gwen!
Gwen grins wildly being sluggish and slur her words: Ye-yeahh, I ams am'zing...
Miles laughs: Shit, she's gonna feel that in the morning.
Zero: Nah, she got white girl wasted, she can handle it!
Pav giggles having to get another round of shots ready: Miles! Come, join us!
Miles: Ohh, I dunno... I'm not that good with liquor!
Zero: Come on, man. Let's take a shot! -she nudges as her Spiderling slurps her cup with a straw as he rest on her shoulder-
Miles: Is he allowed to drink that?
Zero: Yeah, stop changing the subject.
Miles gave in: Alright. Hobie wanna take a hot with me.
Hobie already too drunk: YEAH! -being much hyper, more louder than his cool self- Let's do this! -The group got their shots to cheer and drink. Miles shudders at the vodka burning down his throat-
Miles: Ugh!
Hobie kisses his forehead being more clingy: It's alright, Brooklyn! You were great.
Gwen drunkly said: Ugh, ya two are always so lovey lovey! Makes me upset I got no one! -she slouches on Margo-
Margo: Whoa easy. Maybe you should take a little break.
Gwen pouts: Nuuhhh!
Margo: Yeeesss
Zero snorted: Oh brother...
Pav: Hehehe, will Ghostbyte happen?
Zero: A what?
Pav: Gwen is Ghost-spider and Margo is Spiderbyte. Ghostbyte.
Hobie chuckles still being drunk with his words: Wat's he talking' bout, darling? -he sat with Miles having his arms around his lover's shoulder-
Miles: Ship names! Pav, I let you watch one anime and now you're shipping everyone, man! -he chuckles-
Pav: Oh pfft, your just mad because I got to name Miguel and Peter, Spiderdads!
Zero: I like SpiderDaddies more.
Gwen hugs Margo being clingy: Ghostbyte!!! -Margo just laughs as she held Gwen to help her not fall-
Miles: And you couldn't find a name for you?
Pav snorted: Pfft me and Gayatri is easy! Pavitri! See! -he looks at Hobie and Miles- Hmm, I'll come up one for you two. It's hard since you got no specific Spiderman name.
Miles gasp: What? I have cool powers!
Zero: Hobie is easy. He's Punk Spiderman.
Hobie grunts: I don't call myself a punk, that's labeling me a-
Zero cut him off: Yeah, we get it. It's just that's how it is.
Pav: Hmmm, Hobie calls Miles, Sunflower- OH! PUNKFLOWER!
Margo listens: That's cute.
Zero nodded: Or Flowerpunk!
Gwen: I like -she burps as talks- that one! -still slouching on Margo-
Miles laughs: Okay, it's cute. Not gonna lie.
Hobie grunts: Who cares about labels, luv? It's not really us! You're my Sunflower! -he snuggle his partner- why should we care what others think of us?
Miles: I like it. -he chuckles- We got our secret ship names, bae.
Zero: Unless you're in Earth 1218, they already know your ships.
Pav: Oh, isn't that world where reality is soo real! Like their laws of nature is so powerful that their super-heroes don't exist- only through imagination! -He gasps with awe look on his face, and hands on his head-
Zero: Yeah! How did you know?
Hobie: This guy knows everything! He's always hearing the latest gossip at HQ!
Margo: And you can't tell him NOTHING! He's the first one to spread it!
Pav fake gasp: ME? How dare you!
Margo: It's true. You always instigating and being the first one to spread the word. Last time, I mention about Ben being in the pain in the ass and he quickly told everyone. Like, bro! -she laughs at Pam's expression-
Pav: To be fair, you also said to other Spiderpeople! -He laughs- Not my fault, Miguel got involved!
Zero: Man, that man is always up in everyone asses tho! He one time got mad because I didn't signed in or out.
Margo: But you go through multiverses?
Zero: I know!
Hobie: He's a control arse!
Gwen: Yeah, fuck Miguel! -being too drunk to care what she said-
Margo: Opp! I wouldn't say that.
Miles: Yeah, he's not all bad. He's like an old building that needs a clean up!
Pav: I see, FlowerFang happening! -Getting a dark glare from Hobie. Huh oh, jealous Hobie is back-
Zero: Ohhh, nice one!
Miles pouts: Nah, Pav. Now, you're being an instigator! I just think Miguel got some rough patches.
Margo: Before we continue this convo! Miles, I'm curious -she and Gwen sat down on chairs behind them. Gwen still cuddling against Margo- Like no offense, but- but would you?
Miles: Huh?
Pav laughs: And I'm the instigator, huh?
Margo: Oh hush!
Zero laughs: Now, we're getting to the juicy detail!
Hobie glares at them: Aye, are ya gonna disrespect me like this? In front of my face!
Margo hold her hands in defense: I'm just saying. Okay, let me be more honest. Would ya'll tap Miguel?
Everyone went silent except for Hobie with a scowl: No.
Margo grins: Why?
Hobie: Because he's a bloody bloke! A fucking pig within this whole society controlling all of us! What do you mean? Would you all do him! -his eyes widen in shock-
Zero: No! I'm Asexual and- that man got issues.
Margo: Paving is thinking pretty hard there, huh? Hey, you okay, bud?
Pav: What da fuck? I can't even think without you calling me out! -Zero laughs out loud-
Margo: It's like you're really thinking about it. Look, I'ma be honest. Miguel is a fine man... -she explains- We are not gonna sit here and lie about that, and he got some sweet cake. I mean, have you look at that man? -The group except for Hobie nodded with agreement. Hobie looks at Miles' who gave a slight nod-
Hobie: LUV!
Miles: What? I'm just agreeing that Miguel is handsome!
Pav: Look, I think I would if I wasn't in a serious relationship! -he spotted Zero about to say something to him- Considering- Considering we are all adults, so it should be fine! -he sips his drink-
Zero: So you would since your 18, now.
Pav: Ya! I mean, why not?
Margo: Lowkey, same. High key, only for a night stand, like have you seen that man's ass. Lord!
Zero: It's like two bouncing balls!
Pav: Gwen is all knocked out.
Gwen snoring in Margo's shoulders: Let her sleep. Anyway, Miles? Your opinion.
Miles: I'm in a relationship! I can't say that.
Hobie smirks: Yeah, he shouldn't think about it. -he slouch on his boyfriend-
Margo: Hypothetically speaking-
Hobie getting jealous: nah, fuck your hypo!
Zero and Pav laughs: He's mad mad, now!
Miles: Me and Hobie are in a great relationship! Why would I wanna think about another man?
Zero: Sheesh, loyal man.
Margo: But like imagine tho.
Hobie: Margo, your being a Pav!
Pav: Me! No, what da hell did I do?
Margo laughs: Relax, Hobs!
Hobie scowls having to go to his Miles: You know, I love you, right!
Miles blink surprised: Huh? Hobie, where-
Hobie got in front of his partner with his hands cupping his lover: I told you before I love you! I love you, mate! -his drunk self getting emotional-
Miles: I love you, too-
Zero: Wow, and three years strong!
Hobie being clingy to Miles: I love you, Sunflower! You know, that! I would fucking become a villain if you leave me or if anything happen to you! I'll fucking kill anyone who hurts you! I would be nothing without you, Miles! -kissing him on the lips and cheek-
Miles: Hobie, Hobie! Baby, you're drunk. Calm down!
Hobie: I love you, you're my baby! -he holds Miles in his arms- This is man is mine!
Miles never knew how clingy his boyfriend could get, even how easily tick off: Baby, I love you, too! -he hugs him back-
Hobie: I love you, MILES! You're my SUNFLOWER! -His arms wrapped around his Miles as they cuddle on the couch. Everyone laughs while Miles tries to calm his boyfriend down-
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no one asked but post!rm when stan finally gets cleared for *cough* AcCidenTiaL (wO)mAnsLaugTher ( i actually don't think they charge stan at all just because of the situation and other things that come to light later ) but anyways!!! emphasis on Laughter, which, the only way that stan can cope w/ his sisters death is by laughing smh so on sweet shell bell's death day instead of being somber, they decided to have a concert....but not just any cd concert...oh no, my friends...
a y2k-2009 pop hits tribute dead(icated) to darling shelley ;) <3
which is know is so fkn ICONIQUE!! like dropping toxic by britney spears ( shelley worshipped britney, she was like Ugh, Vintage! help ) and stan in the little emo-boy rendition of the flight attendant outfit...i know that kyle got rizzed Hard. good girls go bad??? oh my god help?? gives you hell?? i gotta feeling omg!! kiss me thru the phone!!
amazing...that whole concert...i was gonna say that the Actual hardcore ppl there who wanted to listen to punk rock music were so salty, but, respectfully, they weren't there!!! that crowd was FILLED with slay olay girlies getting down and as they should!!!! literally those drunk girls in the bathroom crying to 'so sick' by ne-yo...yeah, yeah.
this one is for YOU, queen!!!!! GET LOOOOOW!!!
but speaking of immortal queens that live forever in our hearts.
i bet you ravenstan was like "alright dawn spawn, so i know i usually let you pick the song...but it only feels right that i end the show with miche's favorite song...a classic we all know and... *cringes*
...l...ove..."
"Hit It, Margorina."
and marj, who as a cottage core girlie Jumped at the opportunity to rock a twee outfit, strummed that chord and it was already chaos...
but when ravenstan did the Justin Bieber Hair Flip ( he went blonde one more time for this momentous occasion ) and dropped the 1st
"ohoooOooooOoh~" IT WAS OOOOOOOVER!!!!
BC THE CD COVER OF BABY BY JUSTIN BIEBER WENT FKNNN INSAAANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i just Know raven was flying across the stage in the signature shelley obnoxiously glossy way too sparkly blue eye shadow, the butterfly clips she always used to wear, out here in an ed hardy teeshirt and traded the tiny godless vegan lead singer harlot parts for bedazzled jeans and was booooodying justin bieber, like, shelley offkey belted that song half crying every day...Unreal, oh my god. i wish she was alive :( for one direction because that would have been a Moment!
the whole crowd screamin "BABY, BABY, BABY OOOHH!!! LIKE BABY BABY BABY NOOOO!!!" kyle was dyin but bebe was gettin her LIFE!
and kenny going LUDA! in the deep ass voice and rapping HEEEEELP
...it was
a truly legendary night.
Rip Shelley. </3
-uncle nina, being deranged at the midnight hours -- what's new?
#i'm sorry this was so funny to me#whenever cd does the mcr iconique outfit moments to fit the themes of their cover concerts? they are so real for that#still thinking about their latest halloween costume being greta gerwig barbie and raven as ken kenny as barbie#jimmy as alan and marj as weird barbie#SO HARD#but this was too real for me#i'm sorry i had to share i needed you to know that cd has so much range when theyre free from e they act Crazy its so good#ravenstan was humiliated but anything for shell
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Dedicated to anyone out there who did their own Tribute to Stephen Hillenburg, I'm pretty sure we all know we're all know that I am indeed exactly Five Years late for this 😅
Considering that Today is the 62th Birthday to SpongeBob's creator who already passed away, I wanted to share my own tribute to him by drawing my own personal interpertation of Salacia hugging one of her pals (SpongeBob) knowing that Hillenburg is still there for his own creation (even if he may not be alive anymore).
Speaking of which, I wanted to share my own personal history with my own relationship with Hillenburg's creation throughout the Years.
As someone who was born in the 2000s era, I was never born in the 90s which always made Me the Youngst growing up as I was born around in a Crazy Blizzard around 2005 in the month of Christmas. There were a lot of popular things in life around my childhood like Angry Birds, Minecraft, Cut The Rope, My Little Pony, Hello Kitty, and even some First Modern Cartoon Network shows (before that studio went down) and all kinds of Early 2000s/2010s stuff that I've seen in life. One of my first exposures around in Pop Culture of that era when I was young was Disney and even a little addition of Dr. Seuss. I've watched SpongeBob around in its Seasons 4-8 when I was a Young Kid, growing up, I've always adored the Little Sponge Guy around in my childhood considering that it was one of my favorite shows from my childhood. Well, techincally, back then, I was actually more of a TAWOG Person being that Gumball was actually my very exposure of a very first fandom growing up as a kid (I even remember being obessessed with that CN Show until when I stopped watching it. Either that I was too busy on other things or that I was always stressed out on School).
I saw its First Movie when it came out One Year after I was born. I myself had watch that movie all the time as a kid, as I still enjoyed it at the very least to this day. Looking back at it, I actually haven't re-watched the film for quite a long time as it has been such a wicked long time considering that a lot of things change over the past few years of decades. Some things don't certainly age well in our childhood, others do age like wine.
Being a 2000s kid, I actually did had a few DVDs of Old Episodes from the Show from Seasons 1-3 as someone who always had a family moving place to place for weekends of vacation, I would always watch Movies and Shows all the time with my Parents. Sometimes, even if my Parents weren't around, I would sometimes watch a Few Movies and Shows by myself (mostly the obscured ones) on streaming services. Growing up, I had a fascination with Beach Life. I would always collect Seashells, Explore around the Sandy Places, and even most of the Time swim underwater where the Fishes would swim by. Though, oddly enough, SB wasn't the only Aquatic Media that I always loved as a kid since there were a few others that were also Aquatic as well like The Water Babies, Finding Nemo, Shark Tale, Disney's The Little Mermaid, and even Bubble Guppies. So yeah, you can at least pretty much tell that I was already born to be a Marine lover person who always had a life for Life under the Sea.
But when things start to change as I was around in my earliest Teen Years, I had no such more focus on SB anymore considering that like again, I had much focus for other things in life. New fandoms, Better Days (some were also terrible if you could put it that way). In 2018 (when I was 12 at that time of year), when I found out that SB's creator (Stephen Hillenburg) had passed away, I was completely shocked about his death and I had felt bad for the Other Hardcore Fans who missed him dearly partially because on how that he helped everyone's own childhoods with his own creation. I still remain a SB Fan that day but as someone who actually did not seen his New Seasons during that time, I still had no focus on looking back at it but whenever people pass away throughout decades, you'll always know how much you're gonna miss them, even if they were famous people from your childhood, especially for the ones who happen to inspire your own creaitives. Even losing a family member is hard for someone who has lost a few of them in their own life.
Then, around in the year, 2020 (when I was around 14), when SpongeBob was going to release its Third Film after it's Second Film in 2015 ("Sponge Out of Water" when I was 9), that Year itself was hell considering most of the horrible things that happened during that year that I'm pretty sure no one hasn't forget and still remembers that Worst Year to this day (My Mom broke her own Leg during that Year despite that she now broke her Arm in this Year, Kobe tragically died, and even COVID was the reason why we all had to be inside). Not to mention that I already lost my own Grandfather in December and my Mom was extremly heartbroken losing her own Father. When "Sponge On The Run" (Originally titled, "It's A Wonderful Sponge") was annoucned, it had so much delayed troubles I couldn't even be looking forward to seeing it, even after when it finally released around in August in Canada and then in March of 2021 on Netflix (though, it's not really on Netflix anymore last time that I've checked). But when I heard about the Controversy surronding it all because of the Spin-Offs that a lot of people on the internet were saying stuff like "STEPHEN DIDN'T WANT SPINOFFS!!!!!" or "NICK IS SPITTING ON HILLENBURG'S GRAVE BECAUSE HE ASKED FOR NO SPINOFFS!!!!!!" Look, I know that was all History stuff but if a few people are still acting like it to this day, they should get over themselves now.
In case if you didn't know (or never watched the Third Movie), Sponge On The Run actually started the Whole Spinoffs in segments of Flashbacks to the Days where the Gang were at a Camp which was a brand new fresh start for SB considering after when Steph died, it was only up to his crew to take care his creation. Despite the fact that if you'd had watch all the episodes from the show, you would know that the franchise actually has its own Lore from Each Episode from the Past which people pointed out on how it was ridicolus to restart the lore (even I myself used to believe that). But looking back at the show, and how one of the Writers (Vincent Waller) pointed out that Steph knew about Kamp Koral, it turns out for what people have mislead in the past (if some still do to this day), I think what were all blind is that Steph actually said "He didn't know IF he could have seen in the potentails in wanting give his own Creation a Spin-Off" which, come to think of it, despite the show's genre of Surreal Comdey, I think we've been just living under the rock this whole time judging by how when we grow up, we start to realize that there is no such thing as "Canon" in a show like SB (usually, you'd see different types of canons in every other franchise like Sonic or Angry Birds). But even for that, sometimes a Story has no connection to the Other in terms of speaking in Timeline.
I still remember that time around in 2021 when I was introduced to SMG4, I remember seeing SpongeBob in other parody videos and even that one time I made my own SMG4 Fanfic featuring their own potrayal of the SB Characters (which I believe was kinda embrassing to Me to this day now that I've actually been thinking about it).
Anyways, now as someone who has already gotten old, I have been looking back at some of my very old nostalgic things around in Childhood since 2022 while still looking forward to new things ahead. Mainly because after so much stress and grief upon everything that I once had in my old life, and now that my own Mother lost her Brother (who was my Uncle), I've already made my own descion Last Year of going through a New Life where I would have to face everything in my upcoming Adulthood, but I still missed my own childhood days. I've watched the Modern New Episodes (Seasons 9-12) for the very first time and honestly, I'm gotta have to admit here, but I actually like the New SpongeBob so much better than the Old One (apologises to those who still prefer the Classic), I still don't have nothing against the Old One but the New One feels so much improved with such Cartoony Whacky Animation that I like to think that I prefer the New Style over the Old Style (but still support both). I had watch the Third Film for the first time as I did used to think that it was bad (like how a lot of people say they would) but overtime, the way that I draw Poseidon somehow makes Me like that Third Movie since the Writers did want to put much heart for how much that Friendship truly meant around SpongeBob and his Friends.
I also couldn't thank Other Artists who done their own versions of Greek/Roman Gods into my own Personal Versions if the Other Gods in the Pantheon were in the Same Artstyle as King Neptune and King Poseidon in a Silly Show as inspiration for those (like my own friends) who have done interpertations of what Other Characters from the Source Material that never been adapted would look like in a form of the Artstyle. Ever since that I did my own personal take on Salacia, it completely took over Me as it made me have a strong fond for both the Sea Kings (even Poseidon and Amphitrite just became my New Mythological OTP alongside with Hades and Persephone thanks to Myself). Not to mention, I also had a long-passion for Old Stories for a long time, it also help Me to inspire to create my own personal versions of these said stories to interprete them in a different way which once lead me into my own Prequel Headcanon Project about the Lives of both King Neptune and King Poseidon in my AU if they weren't from different timelines.
Overtime, as I always kept looking back at my old self, remembering the Days that I actually did had a Good Childhood, I'll always never forget my own Glorious Days where I grew up with such Nostalgic Things around in my life since SpongeBob was always truly one of my most favorites since the very beginning when I was came to the World. It just makes Me feel so much inspired by Hillenburg considering that he's a Marine biologist like how much I have a huge love for Nature and even a soft spot for Animals. Not only did I once feel hope for having a better future, but for a fact that I was born as a Sea Lover when it comes to looking into Other Aquatic Cultures and Media (New Ones like Splatoon, Ruby Gillman, and even Luca) and even old ones that I didn't saw as a child until Teenhood (The Sea Prince and The Fire Child).
It has come to my conclusion that SpongeBob as a show has always helped us build our childhood as things will always inspire us to give our very own bright imagintation, even to People who have Autism like Myself. While I do respect for those who are not into the show anymore because of its recent seasons, I still support it, even in my heart since I have not look back into it for such a long time as I believe it was my fault for not looking back at everything in my childhood.
Thank You, Stephen Hillenburg. For reaching all of our own childhoods, even if we don't know what would life would be like without your own Magnificent Sea World.
Salacia (c) Me
SpongeBob SquarePants (c) Stephen Hillenburg and Nickelodeon
#rip stephen hillenburg#stephen hillenburg#spongebob squarepants#spongebob#spongebob fanart#salacia#thank you stephen hillenburg
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Are you a hardcore Sam fan or a hardcore Dean fan? I don’t know if you’ve ever talked about this before! I think for me Sam & Dean are a package deal so it’s hard for me to separate them. I probably lean towards Dean, though, mainly partly because Jensen is the most attractive person alive. What about you?
Huh, I don't know if I have, nonnie, but I'm with you, they're a package deal for me too. The most interesting thing about them is their relationship I think. Because it's beautiful and all-encompassing and codependent and unhealthy and so single-minded. They're so different, but they work and they're both brave and determined which means in the end nothing can stand in their way and that's beautiful. Their relationship also develops and evolves which makes it even better. There's the default togetherness of the past, the rebellious separation, the anewed togetherness, first by need and circumstances and then by choice, there are fights and misunderstandings and temporary separations, but they always come back to each other, become more honest with each other and that's just beautiful.
Ahem. Sorry, I just love them so much. But. If I had to pick. Give points. Make a ranking, whatever, I am slightly leaning Dean. Because yes, for shallow reasons, I also think Jensen Ackles is the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life (don't get me wrong, Jared's both hot like burning and insanely cute, a feat not many people can pull off, but Jensen is either proof of alien life or a fae prince in exile on earth, I don't know, but he's not fucking human). From a story telling point, it's easier to get to know Dean and to emphasize with him. Sam keeps a lot of secrets in the beginning because the mytharc revolves around him and Dean kind of wears his heart on his sleeve and is the one being vulnerable. Dean's also a little dorkier, a little nerdier, gets the car and the music, while Sam's humor is more sassy and we don't really learn a lot about his likes and dislikes in the beginning except that he's not as much fun as Dean. Which is not bad, and poor boy is grieving, and Dean can be annoying, but I think there are more Dean girls in fandom and I think this is maybe one of the reasons why. As the show goes on and we learn more about Sam, he of course has the sort of almost villain arc in season 4 (the show says it itself, the blood drinking is a tough pill to swallow esp because you know he's wrong), but the way he worked for his redemption and made the ultimate sacrifice in the end, man, I never loved Sam more than at the end of season five. What he went through, the pain, the loss, learning his entire fucking life was a staged theater by Azazel to manipulate him into saying yes, and after being duped by Ruby, after falling victim to his own hubris and anger, after trying to make amends and overcoming his addiction, he still has to jump into the cage and he does… motherfucking hearteyes for Sam motherfucking Winchester. His strength and determination and the discipline he has most of the time almost elevate him to some kind of super human level. Dean obviously is just as brave, mostly just as strong (he does have his doubt arc in s5 which he overcomes because of Sammy of course), just as determined, but Dean's also a functioning alcoholic (depending on the season), seeks out meaningless sex with women to fill a void, and is just a little bit more of a mess which makes him more human I think, more relatable. Sam's maybe a smidge more admirable, while Dean has the edge on lovable. I'm nitpicking here of course. Both of these characters are larger than life heroes with their only real flaws being their love for each other (though it's really only a flaw for the characters who get sacrificed in Sam and Dean's endless quest to save each other). Yes, Sam can be closed off and Dean can be annoying and overbearing, Sam's a controlling know-it all and Dean's a bundle of daddy issues with I know what's best tendencies, but like. How can you not love them? They both are strong and honorable, they're smart in different ways that work well together, they're brave and compassionate, they risk their lives to save other people, they have fun little quirks and interests, they are witty and have great sense of humor. Different enough to create fun teasing friction but also complimenting each other. What makes these characters so special and what made supernatural work for so long is that they're layered and complex characters with strengths and weaknesses that are written mostly consistently and they're both I think among my most beloved characters in TV.
I totally understand the Sam girls (being a Sam girl is a valid, sensible life choice) and I love Sam a whole bunch, but Dean's really just a tad more fun imo and prettier 😅 not that it matters that much, I think, because like you said, they're a package deal and what creates the magic of the show is the two of them, together.
#anon ask#does this count as#spn meta#probably more#spn ramblings#the epic love story of sam and dean
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Full Gear 2023
Bloody Hell, bruv!
Full Gear injected a new aspect to the main event storyline during the pre-show. MJF got a beatdown post match from Austin and Colten Gunn, who injured Max's knee with a chair. MJF was taken away by ambulance, but Adam Cole promised he would not let Jay White walk away with the title tonight.
I really didn't like this part of the story. Firstly, I find it ridiculous that Tony Khan would allow Cole to take his best friends place in the main event. Cole is not cleared to compete. This is total incompetence on Khan's part. Secondly, since when do you drop a title to your opponent if you can't defend it? This is nonsensical.
The first match we got was the six man tag. Sting, Darby Allin and Adam Copeland came out with face paint while wearing Copeland style jackets. Darby took a chokeslam from inside the ring, over the top rope and out on to the apron. It looked like Darby died, while we were told he has to climb mount Everest the next day. There was something awful, yet hilarious at the same time about this. Darby, Nick Wayne and Luchasaurus did most of the work. Sting actually played things nice and safe. Christian never had contact with Copeland and Flair no sold a low blow after a minute. After the match, Darby grabbed a microphone and told the crowd to cheer for Sting or he was going to be the shit outta everyone. This was a great opening bout.
Orange Cassidy beat Jon Moxley, but he had to give it everything he had. I think it took five or so Orange Punches to take Moxley down. I like what they did with Orange during this feud and it made his victory felt earned. Matches like these make the International Title prestigious.
Toni Storm was quite whimsical in her match against Hikaru Shida. Her mannerisms were entertaining to watch. Storm picked up the win which wasn't at all that surprising as she's super over. Even tough Storm is the heel, the crowd were still behind her. Shida’s reign wasn’t booked so great. She had matches, but there was nothing beyond that. This was a decent match, but I wasn’t a big fan of the sliver tray spot as you really had to suspend your belief that the ref did not see it.
Who was that child with LFI? Did they abduct him? Anyway, this ladder match was a little slow to get started, but once it picked up steam, it delivered some great spots, especially from Brodie King who was the MVP of the match. I was quite surprised when the match came to an end as I thought 10 or 15 minutes had past, but it went just over 20 minutes. Due to eight wrestlers being involved, not everyone can get time to shine unfortunately. I thought Ricky Starks got lost in the shuffle. While this won't go down as a classic ladder match, I still think it was good for a match that was only announced this past Friday.
So, Julia Hart misted Skye Blue, who in return misted Hart as an act of revenge, but, in this triple treat match, Blue wanted to shake hands with Hart so they could continue to team up on Kris Statlander. Julia denied her. This part of the match made zero sense to me. Why would Blue want to shake hands with Julia? Why would Julia not take the help? Besides that part, I really enjoyed this match. Blue’s presentation was great. I liked that she dumped the baseball cap for a crown. Statlander came off looking like a beast (the german suplexes were great). As I mentioned, I think creative failed Statlander. They didn't give us any development to her character as a champion, yet, Blue and Hart have both transformed. I’m glad Julia got the win. She's been killing it for a while now, and deserves the spotlight.
Will Ospreay is All Elite. Ospreay was like ‘’YO BRUV, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME FINISH MY TIME IN NEW JAPAN FIRST, BRUV.’’ Clam down, Will, we respect contracts around here.
The Texas Deathmatch is a match I won't forget anytime soon. This hardcore violent. It didn't take long before Adam Page had a staple gun and was using it on Swerve. It's was quite gruesome when Swerve’s blood was gushing down his face and Page decided to staple his kids drawing to Swerves cheek. When I thought things couldn't go any further, it did. At one point, Hangman started dripping Swerves blood into his mouth before spitting it into the air like HHH with water. These men used barbed wire in horrible ways. I was pretty sure Page's face was going to be ripped off when some wire got caught in his face and Swerve continued to pull at it. Brian Cage got involved near the end, and I couldn't help but think where is Kenny Omega and The Young Bucks? You can argue that Matt and Nick are heels, but Omega sat this out with Cage's involvement? Besides Cage, I think this is an instant classic. I loved how personal this feud was. And I loved the violent payoff to it.
I was pretty tired by the time it came to The Golden Jets vs. The Young Bucks. While I was watching, my brain had checked out. At some point I started to wake up and I got into this tag match. The Bucks working on Chris Jericho's arm, giving the low blow and having a tantrum post match were all highlights. I'm glad The Young Bucks lost because I think they need a fire to ignite further heel antics.
Cole, with crutches and all, gets into the ring to face Jay White. Before the match can begin, MJF returns to the arena driving an ambulance. Did he steal that ambulance? Max can barely stand when he arrives and White takes full advantage. Even when Max gets any offensive, it results in him collapsing to the mat in pain. I'm thinking there is no way MJF is winning without the help of Cole. There was a moment when Cole was going to hit White with ROH Tag Team title, but it so feeble, it looked like he past it to him. Later, Cole would pass the Dynamite Diamond Ring to his brochacho that would lead to his victory. The issue I had with the wonky knee angle is, it was worked on too much. Less would have been more. By the end of the match, I was shocked that MJF was not stretchered off after the win.
Full Gear was a pretty good PPV. I didn't think it delivered any bad matches. The negatives laid in the build up to the event and I didn't think the injured knee of MJF was warranted. We also got no appearance from The Devil which was disappointing.
#aew full gear#full gear#professional wrestling#aew mjf#aew#swerve strickland#wrestling#hangman adam page#will ospreay#adam copeland#adam cole#skye blue#kris statlander#julia hart#jon moxley#hikaru shida
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17. October 2017
"hey! watch where you're going!" you shouted. "look i'm sorry kiddo, but i gotta go. i have a meeting." a man with a black hood that covered half of his face said in a deep voice. you rolled your eyes. "i am not a kid!" you hated that everyone always thought, you were a kid, because of your height. but you weren't a kid. you were born on october 20. in 2002 so you would become 16 in three days. but from his words you could tell, that he wasn't much older than you. that's something, you've always been good at. you always found it easy to read people. everyone you meet is like an open book to you. "sure." now the guy who bumped into you rolled his eyes. "don't be rude. has no one ever told you, that that's impolite?" the guy just groaned and began to walk again. "i hope to never see you again, rude boy!" you shouted after him because you were too lazy to run after him. for that sentence he showed you his middle finger.
ten minutes after the accident you sat down on an empty table in your favorite cafe and ordered some coffee. while waiting until your coffee would get served you scrolled through your phone. after a while your eyes caught a random post on twitter. there was a rumor about the bts leader wanting to change his stage name. you widened your eyes as you read the tweet. army's and their theories, you thought. you were an army too, but not a hardcore one, like those who come up with fan theories and stuff. you were just enjoying their music and watching their videos. you didn't stan many k-pop groups but the few you staned were enough for you.
meanwhile brought a waiter the coffee you ordered to your table and you thanked him. you put your phone away and drank a sip of the coffee. it was amazing as always. that's why this cafe is your favorite. every coffee or hot chocolate you order would taste like heaven. also they have some pastries that were very delicious too.
but today you weren't able to enjoy your coffee as much as always, because your thoughts went back to the incident from earlier. alone the thought of the guy made you a little bit angry. he seemed so rude but also did it seem like he was in a hurry. you kinda wished that you could've talked properly with him, but kinda not. because you would never have to see him again.
you drank the last sip of your coffee and paid. then you went to your school. because your schoolday would start on thursday at 10.30 am you didn't have to hurry and you would always on every thursday go to the cafe and drink something. today you went an hour earlier than normally because you needed new pens and a new folder for your notes. that's why you left your home at 9 am and were at the coffee shop at 9.45 am. you normally would've been there 15 minutes earlier but the incident happened and made you lose time.
you ran the stairs of your school up, panting hard. you didn't want to be late because now you had one of the strict teacher, who doesn't like being late. luckily you made it to class in time. you even were three minutes early. you had gotten everything you needed, but the cashier was unbelievable slow with scanning everything. so you nearly were late for school.
in school you didn't really pay attention to what the teacher were saying. you rather thought about your incident. then you realized. the only thing you've had liked about the rude guy was his voice and probably the hood too, but that doesn't count. you liked that his voice was deeper, not the words he said. even in your breaks you sat thinking about him, when your best friend kim jooah, slammed her hands on your table. "yo hyunjae, why aren't you in the cafeteria and eating with me?" "oh sorry, i just didn't feel like." jooah frowned and said then: "but you never ever in your life skip food." "yeah, i know, i just had something on my mind." jooah sat down in front of you, legs crossed and a expecting facial expression. "spill the tea sis."
then you started explaining everything. you didn't left one single detail out. you explained her even the most little detail.
after you were done she had a shocked expression on her face. "no way!" she gasped. "that was rude!" "yess. right? for a short moment i thought, i had been too harsh, but now i don't regret anything." "you reacted as someone should, that just got offended." "eyo, watcha talkin' 'bout?" your male best friend jaewon entered the class. "oh noth-" "we were talking about that guy, that bumped into our dearest friend hyunjae and didn't even apologize, but was just rude to her." jooah cut you off. "wow, our little one learns how the world works, and certainly the people too." "dude, i'm literally four months older than you. why are you calling me little one? you should call me noona." "well she isn't wrong, but still, your height is the reason he calls you that, not your age unnie." she extra emphasized the word 'unnie'. normally none of your friends calls you noona or unnie, but since you didn't like being called little one, you try to tell them to call you noona or unnie. they mostly call you little, beause they think it's funny, that you're older than them but still smaller than them.
both, jaewon and jooah started arguing about new nicknames for you and you didn't really listen to them, but after a few minutes you couldn't stand it anymore, how they acted, like you weren't there.
"yah, stop now." you raised your voice a little.
both of your friends immediately stopped, because, even though you were smaller than them, they would get scared of you when you raised your voice.
"change the topic, i don't want any other nicknames. in fact, i don't even want a nickname." you complained. "but we wanna annoy you as much as possible." jaewon sassed. i really do have the bestest best friends, you thought sarcastically.
now the bell rang for the next and also last lesson for the day. "hush hush, go to your seats." you demanded.
this lesson was boring, because your teacher was ill, and you had another, so you all did your homework. and you couldn't think too much about the rude hood guy. but sooner or later you were done with your homework and focused again on the mysterious guy. somehow you wanted to meet him again, but you also hoped, you would never have to see him again. after like ten minutes of drowning in your own thoughts the last lesson was over, and you could go home. at your locker you met up with jooah and jaewon, whom you were always walking home.
jooah and jaewon were your best friends probably since you were able to think. you've always done everything together. you shared all your secrets with them and so did they. jooah always had been the sarcastic one, jaewon was the brain because he always thought like five minutes until he started a sentence and you were the short tempered and smallest in the group. you loved those both like they were your non-existent siblings. you were an only child, and because you guys were that close you always saw them as your younger siblings.
the three of you began walking towards your houses. you still deep in your thoughts, the other two in a conversation with eachother. you were only half listening to them. "hyunjae? you there?" you suddenly heard jaewon. "hmm?" you hummed. "let her be, i think she's thinking about the rude guy. i think she's crushing on him, even though she never saw his face." jooah jumped in. you only glanced at her with one of your death stares. "shut up. i'm not crushing on rude boy. it's more like, i'm hating him. and the only nice thing about him was his voice." "uhhh, never knew you had a kink for voices." jaewon chuckled. now he got a death glare. "i don't have a voice kink. i liked the sound of his voice, what he was saying, wasn't so nice. obviously. otherwise i wouldn't have given him the name rude boy." jaewon raised his hands in defense. "we're at your house, you probably should go inside and get some sleep and forget him." jooah said. "yeah, you're right. sleep will help me. like always." you chuckled slightly. "goodbye, see you tomorrow!" you three bid your farewells and you went inside where your mother was waiting for you.
"hey sweetie. how was your day?" your mom asked. "hi eomma. it was great as always. and i luckily don't need to to my homework, because we had a substitute teacher because our teacher was ill or something like that, so we were able to finish our homework." you skipped to the kitchen counter. "but something's bothering you, isn't it?" she wanted to know with a wise smile. "yes, i had an, uhm well, not so good encounter with a boy today." you sighed. your mom kinda was something like a best friend to you. you could always tell her everything. she would always be there for you. "oh no, what happened?" she seemed a little concerned. so you started for the third time to explain what had happened earlier that day. after your monologue your mom gasped dramatically. "that was rude. honey, i think you acted right, even though i don't really appreciate that kind of acting." "but is it not wrong, that i kinda want to meet him again?" your mother giggled a little. "no, i don't think that. you want to see him again, because you like him a little." "ugh. i don't like him. but jooah said that too." "said what?" "that i liked rude boy." you sighed heavy.
"hello, my favorite two women on earth. i missed you both so much." you heard your father calling you both out. at that comment you and your mother broke into a loud laughter. your father always was very cheesy but this time, he was way beyond that line. when you were able to stop laughing you ran towards him and hugged him. "i missed you too." you mumble against his neck. you haven't seen him for like five days because he was on a business trip.
your father runs a big business for cosmetics and stuff like that and was nearly always on business trips, but if you would tell him, you'd need him, he would always immediately cancel his meetings just to spare some time with you.
"welcome home honey." you heard your mothers voice welcoming her husband. you then backed up, that they both could hug too. after some time that felt like an eternity they let go of eachother and kissed. "eww, my innocent eyes." you laughed as you turned away from them. your parents backed away from eachother and laughed with you. "so now that we welcomed you, lets have dinner, i'm actually hungry." you said and as if on command your stomach growled. "yes, let's get something to eat." your parents agreed. "i'll cook something!" you immediately went to the kitchen.
you've always loved cooking and baking since you were a little child. you would always watch your mom and dad when they cooked something so that you could learn from them. when you grew older and they were working more you started to teach yourself how to cook properly on your own. of course sometimes it got burnt, but after a few runs, you were able to cook like a real chef. your parents always called you 'our little chef' because of that. but you liked the idea of becoming a chef and cook in some restaurant or being a baker in a small bakery. and you knew your parents would always support you no matter what you'd do.
after twenty minutes you served your parents and yourself the self-made dinner. "mhhm. it tastes good as it does everytime. excellent hyunjae." your father praised your cooking. you just smiled. "thank you appa. i appreciate that. and i'm glad you're home. eomma really missed you. and i did too."
when you all finished your plates you brought the dishes to the dishwasher and after that you went to your room to get ready for your bed.
"ugh, finally." you mumbled as your back hit the matress of your bed. you immediately closed your eyes and dozed really fast into your sleep.
after all, it had been a rough day.
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#skz felix#felix#stray kids#skz stay#skz#oneshot#kpop#predebut#south korea#korean#aussie#australia#australian
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Now for our spooky month special, where we react to Nightmare Before Christmas.
(Unreality CW! I say some untrue joke things here, and on this blog from time to time!)
Our comments went from praising the movie and how good it is to a discussion of how many subscribers Jack has.
Me casually ripping out part of my rib cage to play fetch with my dog:
So, Jack sleepwalked all the way into the woods and ended up in between dimensions?
OOOOH SHINY!!!!
What Jack sees after landing in Christmas Town: Welcome to the sun-drenched tropical paradise of Isle Delfino!
This is Jack’s profile pic:
I wanna be as cozy as Zero.
Mom and Dad when you stay up a nanosecond past bedtime: (Dr. Finklestein locking the door on Sally)
My brother: Jack and Sally are both hardcore Breaking Bad fans. Sally, we need to cook.
Jack is trying to plan out his next video. It’s a review video for Christmas, but how is he gonna actually do it?
”Doctor, we need some of these. These are ponies, and they fly around using the power of their friendship.” “Jack, you haven’t even watched the show.”
HERE THEY ARE! HERE THEY ARE! LS&B!!!! (By the way, @crystallizedtwilight and @ask-lock-shock-and-barrel make amazing LS&B art!)
I made an animatic of the kids doing the Red Velvet Russian Roulette choreo. It took me weeks.
Once, I saw a comment on KTSC that said, “Man, kids these days. Back in my day, we used to sing about kidnapping the Easter Bunny.”
Sally is Wade’s mom. (Same VA.)
Yo, it’s Oswald!
My brother when he plays Epic Mickey: “BUNNY!”
When we saw Dr. Finkelstein’s Igor, we were reminded of that weird-ass movie from 2008. (My brother saw it on YouTube, but he didn’t watch it. I watched, like, the first 20-ish minutes, and I don’t know why.)
Jeez Louise, Jack! Nice flow!
We took a brief second to talk about Mario Wonder.
So, there’s a fanfic I read about how Lock, Shock and Barrel kidnapped Santa offscreen, and it’s called Kidnapping the Sandy Claws. It’s on fanfiction.net, and I would highly recommend!
Alright, hear me out- Jack turns into an elephant.
🎶 Elephant Jack might catch you in the back, and trumpet like a horn, make you jump out of your skin!
Talking Ben 🤝 Santa Claus “Hohoho!”
Where did Sally get the fog juice?
There sure are a lot of shots of Sandy’s ass.
OH MY GOSH YOU GUYS, I CAMEOED IN THIS MOVIE!!!! 🦇🦇🦇
WOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! THE SOUND OF ROLLING DICE TO ME IS MUSIC IN THE AAAAIR!
How did Jack fly into our world?
Fun fact (this is actually true): I sang Sally’s Song for my Little Mermaid audition junior year!
Jack’s first kid looks like my brother when he was, like, 6 or 7.
”And what did Santa bring you, honey?” Isn’t it, like, midnight?
INITIATE LOCKDOWN SEQUENCE.
“I know, a skeleton- wait, so, like, a LIVING skeleton? A living skeleton with no flesh or organs?”
Hold on- mom and dad made us a cake!
Oogie has some very questionable ways of making gumbo, let me just say that.
In defense of Jack: https://www.tumblr.com/jezabatlovesbats/701225279422709760/trust-us-jack-is-nothing-like-elon?source=share
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Low key so embarrassed at times to be a Pakistani when it comes to fandoms. I — for better or for worse — have been in several different fandoms that span the world, yo. MCU, Harry Potter, K dramas, J dramas, K-pop, Turkish dramas, Bridgerton, anime… literally everything.
I have never seen this mentality of fans trying to dictate who an actor can or cannot work with, and I thought I had seen pretty much everything. I mean when youre as big of a BTS fan as me, you legit think you’ve seen it all when it comes to toxicity, but once again pakistan unpleasantly surprises me.
Plus, with pretty much zero exception to this rule, it is always the female in the situation who is blamed for working with an actor which is their job, regardless of if the female is part of the hit pairing or the kebab mein haddi. The Maya and wahaj thing is recent, but it was the exact same with sajal and Ahad. Fawad and Mahira. Ayeza and Imran Abbas for a while. To some extent, mawra and Ameer Gillani, and the two leads from fairy tale whose names i can’t ever remember.
Where does this come from in pakistan? What is it about our culture that makes people think this is acceptable? Can you tell me if you’ve seen it anywhere else aside from Pakistanis? I legit don’t even see Indian/hardcore Bollywood fans say this type of stuff about their faves. A part of me is wondering if it’s the same subset of people who think telling an actor their clothing is acceptable or not is saying these things and that’s where the entitlement comes from, but I don’t want to falsely accuse the deen of something if there’s another cause.
ps you should check out “the glory” K drama on Netflix. I think you’d like it.
one word: misogyny.
it's a misogynist society and a frustrated society. there's no welfare for the people. economy is shit. the political state of the country is shit. there's literally no security of future here. things get progressively worse and worse for the people who are living here on monthly wages, God only knows how the people surviving on daily wages are faring. no one is having it "good" here except for a very very VERY select few. and there's no way of showing that frustration for many people. social media gives people an anonymity to channel their frustrations in different ways. kisi deewar pe toh sar phodna hi hai.
btw, I disagree that Pakistani fandoms are so worse of the lot. this story is the same everywhere. the only reason why it looks bigger here is because compared to other fandoms, by quantity, Pakistani fandom is smaller. it's like a small town where everyone knows everyone. there's no escaping the trash at the side of the road cuz everyone is using the same road to travel. while other fandoms like kpop for instances can still allow fans the make their own safe circles away from the negativity and still manage to enjoy the feel of a large community. itna toh main likh ke de sakti hoon that by no comparison is Pakistani fandom worse than the stuff kpop fans, specifically armies, pull out. it's all about where you are getting your news from.
twitter is just ONE of the platforms where fandoms exist. before the monopoly of social media came into place, we had multiple platforms which housed fandoms. idk if you have interacted with fandoms at different places. for me, the tumblr fandom culture largely shaped how i interact with the media (a mix of meta analysis+edits). the twitter side of fandom interacts with media different. Indiaforums had a very different way of interacting with media. soompi and dramabeans were where I went for kdrama side of fandom. we also have reddit which is a completely different beast. and these are just English speaking platforms. the local Korean/Chinese/Japanese platforms which remain the biggest and most influential communities for the East Asian media content have a culture that outsiders simply cannot understand no matter how good the translating account is.
so yeah, yes Pakistani fandoms have problem. but which fandom doesn't? the general rule of "mute and block and be vigilant in maintaining a timeline that caters to only your interest!" applies here as well as to every fandom ever. ignore the shit takes and the negativity the best you can; they only exist to sour your personal good time here.
(i LOVEEEEEEEEEE The Glory. i showed my love for it decently enough on twt back when both the parts dropped)
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For the Explaining Miraculous ask: Chat Blanc?
@miraculousamara
Gale poorly explains CHAT BLANC
Marinette: I want to give Adrien gift for millionth time this season but I am nervous
Rose: BITCH, GET YO ASS BACK OUT THERE. I AM NOT LOSING MY UNICORN ALIX. I WILL CUT YOU!
Marinette: I am suddenly very motivated.
Nathalie: No!
Marinette: Well I guess I will Ladybug
Tikki: Clearly obvious foreshadowing of this going horribly wrong
Marinette: But it wont tho. TRANSFORM
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Adrien: Father I won medal. Have I earned Hug?
Nathalie: Gabriel says you are disappointment for being 5 minutes late.
Adrien: Okay.
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Ladybug: OMG ADRIEN'S ROOM. I CANT CONTROL THE URGE TO SIMP!!! (PROCEEDS TO SIMP)
(Heres footsteps)
Ladybug: S*** THE FUZZ. (Signs gift then leaves)
Adrien: (Sees Ladybug leaving) Omg Ladybug left me a gift from marinette. That must mean...
Plagg: What no. Marinette cant be ladybug.
Adrien: Alya is lady... wait Marinette is Ladybug?!
Plagg: F***!
Adrien: (Cue adrien reaching enlightenment)
Plagg: We need to tell fu. This is bad.
Adrien: I promise nothing will go wrong
Plagg: Cheese metaphor about how thats bulls***
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Ladybug: Everything went perfectly
Bunnyx: Minibug EVERYTHING IS S***! I need your help to fix
Ladybug: Okay but why though
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Ladybug: Oh so this is time travel
Bunnyx: (Puts bucket on head) NO SPOILERS!
Ladybug: Fine...
Bunnyx: Here we are. Post apocalyptic paris.
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Ladybug: Chat noir is that you? Why are you white?
Chat Blanc: Marinette, I have always been white.
Ladybug: Your costume.
Chat blanc: Oh! Its because of our love destroying the world
Ladybug: I instantly believe it because you know my identity
(Mean while in the burrow)
Bunnyx: Well this doesnt add up
(sees Adrien confess to marinette and montage of events of them being happy and loving)
Bunnyx: Well clearly something is gonna go wrong, no way Astruc would resolve the only interesting hook of the show.
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Gabriel: Clearly my son is the happiest he has ever been with you, but our sales are hurting because the adrien simps are heart broken. So you have to dump him
Marinette: But I love him
Gabriel: I dont give a f*** its hurting my bottom line
Tom: Get your candy cane ass out of here you elitist jerk!
(Later in the saddest weather possible)
Marinette: I am sorry Adrien, but we have to break up
Adrien: But we couple goals!
Marinette: I know! (runs off crying)
Adrien: Please bodyguard man, she is the only good thing in my life beside you.
G: (lets him go)
Hawkmoth: I broke up my son's relationship because so long as Emilie is gone no one in this house is getting laid.
Adrien: Time for an epic reveal that will doom us all.
(destroys the akuma)
Marinette: Adrien? You're the furry?
Adrien: Yes my lady. But only for you.
Nathalie: Sir, Your son is the furry
Gabriel: EXCELLENT
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(Meanwhile back at the battle)
Ladybug: (Sees her dead body) Well this is hardcore for a kid show
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(Back to the flashback)
Ladybug: We got you now hawkmoth.
Hawkmoth: But actually you dont.
(reveals Emilie in coffin)
Chat noir: Mama?
Hawkmoth: Hey son, want to play baseball?
Chat noir: Really?
(Hits chat noir like a baseball)
Chat noir: Is it sad that I just appreciate him spending time with me.
Hawkmoth: AKUMA TIME!
Chat noir: OH NO!
Hawkmoth: I give you the power to destroy everything. I can totally see this as full proof
Ladybug: Adrien, if you destroy me we cant do that stuff I showed you
Hawkmoth: Destroy her so you can get your mother back.
Chat Blanc: I am not good at decisions AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
(EVERYONE DIES)
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Bunnyx: Did i just watch a snuff film?
___________________________________________________Chat blanc: Screw this I am rage quitting reality
Ladybug: Wait, can I get hug first?
Chat Blanc: Considering I have been alone for what is possibly years, sure.
Ladybug: Cleanses akuma and saves day
Chat Noir: Oh cool OG costume again. Why is everyone dead Marinette.
Ladybug: Dont worry Chat noir. I will fix everything (Leaves)
Chat noir: This means my time line will be restored or erased... Honestly I could go with either.
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Ladybug: (Arrives back in time to when she was simping) Ladybug, you cant sign the gift.
Ladybug 2: Wait what.
Ladybug: Doesnt matter. MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!
Ladybug 2: Wait im dying wtf?
Adrien: Ladybug?
Ladybug: Adrien, gift from a fanclub.
Adrien: Okay cool?
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Ladybug: I will likely have trauma over this. But it probably wont come up much
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So... I recently came across this and literally the first thing that came to my mind was what if kaiba’s s/o wore it and went to show him while he was on a conference call (which they had no idea about)
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Character: Aged up! Seto Kaiba
Time Period: idfk when he’s legal?
Warnings: little fluff, little sexual hints
Word count: 320
Genre: hc/imagine?
Gender: Male/Female/Gen
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OH MY GOD THAT IS GORGEOUS WTAF
SUGAR DADDY KAIBA WHO IS ACTUALLY YOUR S/O WHO??
You know this bitchass is acting so nonchalant about you walking in when he’s on a conference call cause boy has a whole mofo BUSINESS to run HAHSH
A little peeved that you came in because he knows you know he doesn’t like to be iNtErUpTeD when he’s working and having meetings smh,, (like you listen anyway-)
But this time you didn’t know 😩😼
You come in all happy and excited to show him cause he’s been working ✨ oh so hard ✨ lately
Kaiba is about ready to scold your ass when he’s having an important ass phone call but mAn oh mAn he didn’t expect you to look fine asf sheeeeesh
Although he’s mostly stoic, it ain’t hard to miss the pink layer that spans across his pale skin uhuh, you ain’t fooling no body sis, PERIODT 💅👏
But baby still loves you and seeing you excited about something makes him feel a weird emotion called happiness-
So you bet his ass he wraps that conference call U P
(Denying that he did that Ofc, he just found it BoRiNg LiStEnInG tO tHeM pAtHetIc CoCkRoAcHeS tAlK oUt ThEiR aSs AnY lOnGeR)
Smh stfu simp
pERSONally, i think kaiba isn’t super sExUaL but every man has their needs amirite 👀👀
ahEm
This boy loves yo body so make sure to ROCK the absolute sHIT outta that set darlin 😩
From your Curves, to your s/m to anything else you may be slightly insecure about, there his favourite thing and you can’t even tell me other wise smh boy is a hardcore SIMP (although he may hide it;))
Manz makes sure the door is locked and curtains are drawn closed so he can actually tell you how stunning you look with more than just words 👀
ANYWAY BACK TO THE P L O T
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IM NOT DEAD AHA- I really want to write like, a story ish thing to this but I currently have writers block even though I kinda know how I want the story ish bit to go?? Send help pls sissy NEEDS it
#ygo#yugioh#seto kaiba x reader#seto kaiba reader insert#yugioh seto kaiba#seto kaiba#ygo seto kaiba#yugioh headcanons#yugioh headcanon#headcannons#headcanon#headcannon
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Thankyou so much for sending in a request🌸💕you cuties get what you ask for :)
tw: noncon/ dubcon, captivity, a lil bit of violence?? , bakugou and shoto are aged up obv
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DABI
🌸 he’s obviously a sadist like- look at him you just know.
🌸he’s has probably been with women who like it rough in the past so he is not like hesitant to show that wild side to his partner. i think he puts everything on the table- slapping, kicking, spanking and even spitting in his s/o’s mouth. he also enjoys degrading his s/o. humiliating them, making them cry. yup all of it. this guy is hardcore.
🌸but, all those carnal feelings kind of get buried when he meets you. you’re a pretty little thing. you must be protected. always so cheerful, always rwady to help others, and oh so innocent. dabi practically cringes whenever he sees someone else talking to you.
🌸don’t you know that they don’t really care about you? they just want your attention so they can corrupt your angelic soul? Why are you still talking to them?
🌸he gets pissed off from all the useless people trying to come between the two of you so, he locks you up. he’s the only on you can talk to now, he’s the only you will see from the start of the day till the end. until the kids come in, obviously.
🌸he’s finally happy. he has you for himself now. he protect you, love you. he can be your friend, your lover. he feels complete.
🌸you on the other hand.....
🌸you cry, scream at him. call him a monster, ask him to kill himself and never show you his again. dabi never loses his cool. he looks at you with silent rage in his beautiful cerulean blue eyes and the next thing you know he’s dragging you into his room, cuffing your hands to the bed posts and leaving you there the entire day. nothing to eat or drink, you have to sit in complete silence while you starve.
🌸dabi promises himself he would never hurt you, physically that is. it’s the entire reason why he had brought you back home with him, to protect you, silly.
🌸it starts of as a mistake, he never meant to hurt you. you had just pissed him to an extent he lost all his cool.when he realizes what he’s done, he’s ready to cut off his arms for you. guilt takes over his being. he feels like he was a child again, and his favorite toy had broken, he couldn’t live without that toy.
🌸that would have been the case but, when he realizes you like it. oh boy, rip darling. you’re moaning, he’s confused for a second but after he realizes that it turns you on he’s going to ask you to beg which you gleefully do. you beg him to hurt you, tie you up, use you however he pleases.
🌸dabi is on cloud nine, he’s so proud of you.
🌸you’re never going to hear an end to it. he likes teasing you about it, something as innocent and petite like you gets off to being used ? well, dabi is going to make sure all your needs are satisfied. he’s your husband after all.
🌸expect him to start using toys on you. punishments become so much more fun for him after he learns about your little secret. now instead of tying you up and leaving you alone for days, he can beat your ass black and blue and deny you release only you for you to cuddle with him while he dotes on you.
🌸he wonders how he got so lucky.
🌸You were doing the dishes, Dabi had forced you to them. The reason was, "while I am out working for us. you should take care of this place, hmm?" or simply put, he wanted you to play the housewife for his perfect family fantasy.
Perfect family, you scoffed internally. At this point, you knew better than to disobey him. Disobeying him just resulted in you being locked in a dark room for days on end while he went about his day doing god knows what. You feel him stalk behind you as he hugs you from the back. His body pressed to your back allows you to feel his inhumane warmth. A normal person should never be this hot.
He tilts his head so it levels with your neck, the water from the taps still running as you stay frozen while he pampers your neck with kisses. His hands are tightly wrapped around your waist making it impossible for you to escape his sinful intentions.
You sigh as he trails kisses to your jaw. Quietly accepting defeat. Next, you feel his hands creeping south. You feel his hand cup your womanhood his middle finger pressing onto your covered hole.
“You know, y/n, I think we’ve been getting along. You don’t even cry when I kiss you anymore.”
You turn off the tap as Dabi continues the assault. He slips his hands under your pants and you let out a whimper. “Dabi, no please, I’m not ready”
Dabi stops his actions. He completely detaches himself from you and takes a step back. You turn around and face him, he is looking down on the floor his hair scanning his eyes. The aura of the room quickly turns from mundane to something worse and you stay quiet. You already know you've pissed him off. You want to mutter out apologies but you know better, speaking now would mean punishment worse than what he has already planned in his head.
“y/n,” his hand comes in contact with your neck. He squeezes around it, you frown as you find it harder to breathe. Your hands wrapping around dabi’s trying to get him free you but he doesn’t budge.
He looks at you, his eyes filled with rage. Glaring down at you, he scoffs, “I was being nice with you! but you don’t understand do you?” his free hand slips under your shirt grabbing your chest. He gropes your tits, pinching and pulling your nipples until they harden. Despite the twisted scenario you feel yourself getting wet, you could not believe it but you were enjoying this, you felt disgusted.
It was getting harder to breathe as dabi’s grip never loosened. His hands now traveled towards your cunt which grew wetter every second.
He slipped his hands under your pants and a sicking grin took over his features, his staples looked like they could have popped right out. The animalistic glare only drove you further towards insanity.
“So, my sweet, little, baby likes getting choked? Who could have thought?” he remarked sarcastically, “you got something to say, baby?” his voice was sickeningly sweet. If you could have, you would have punched his face whipping that smirk but you couldn’t and Dabi did not fail to notice how riled up he had gotten. If you wanted more you had to beg.
Your dignity had left you the moment he had chained you to his bed and making you into his obedient little housewife. There wasn’t much to lose so, you begged.
“Phle-” you started and Dabi’s hand left your neck. You huffed in air and he pulled your hair arching your neck to face him. Your neck hurt and so did your head but the pain regretfully pleasurable.
“Please, Dabi,” you say in a whisper
“Please what?” he growls. You swallow your last shreds of pride.
“Please hurt me.”
You know you’re fucked when he looks down at you like he’s a hunter who finally caught his prey. His tongue peeking from his mouth as he licks his lips. “Whatever you say, princess.”
The entire night goes by as he continuously abuses your hole, spanking, slapping, and even spitting on you. Dabi makes sure you feel sub-human the entire time. Calling you names, making fun of your insecurities and he doesn’t feel bad making you cry. He couldn’t, the way your cunt squeezed his cock deeper inside he had forgotten about all his promises.
And you couldn’t deny it either. You kept begging him to use you even though you felt sick, the pleasure was far greater.
SHINDO YO
🌸 like dabi, i also imagine him being a sadist like its just his vibes. he loves breaking down his s/o into a whiny little mess only for him to put them back up together.
🌸when meets you, that desire only grows stronger. whenever he’s out with you on dates (what he likes to call them) he can’t help but imagine your how your lips would feel like on his cock while you suck on your ice cream bar. you probably don’t even know what you’re doing.
🌸the more time he spends with you, the more it grows on him. the carnal desire to pin you down and defile your innocent, helpless self.
🌸he wants you all to himself, he asks you if you trust him and, come on, you obviously do, he’s the pro-hero grand after all! how could you not? that’s how he lures you in. he invites you into his home- it’s you and him, you don’t think much of it even though your friends warn you. you trust Shindo, he’s a great friend!
🌸your mistake. next thing you know is that: you’re in his basement all tied up.
🌸unlike dabi, shindo discovers about your masochistic side much earlier. he does have any personal issues with hurting you. if you’re being a brat he’ll not hesitate discipline you and bring you to your place.
🌸the worst part is when he has you bent over his legs, your ass sticking out in the air and his heavy hand comes down to smack it with brutal force: you like it.
🌸you enjoying this catches shindo off guard. he didn’t expect that you enjoyed this of course, he never lets it go. your punishments are always something sexual, he riles you but doesn’t let you cum. you have to beg him to let you cum and he degrades you while you chase your high.
🌸he definitely uses his quirk on you, overstimulating you until you pass out. he probably does not like using toys, his hands could do better but he doesn’t shoving dildos up your holes as punishment so, expect him to buy expensive dildos just for you.
🌸as rewards, shindo asks you what you want. you better tell him otherwise he’ll edge you hours and then leave you hanging.
Shindo has you bent over his lap, your ass facing him and your hands tied in front of you. Your panties pulled down to your ankles. He rubs your ass as you sniffle, "This is your punishment, Y/N, take it like a good girl, okay?" you cry louder. This was humiliating, you didn't want this. Tears stream down your eyes as you beg him. "Shindo, please, let me go. I- I won't tell anyone."
Shindo clicks his tongue, "There you go. You're started with that bullshit again, huh? Don't you understand? This is where you're safe. Safe from the world here with me."
"No, I am not!" you yell as you squirm around hips lap. "Y/N," Shindo's voice darkens and you quiet down, "Good. Now don't move around too much and we'll be done quickly."
Shindo lifts his hand high and brings it down to your bottom. Your ass jiggles as Shindo's hand comes in contact with it. A smearing hot pain flows trough your backside and you let out an involuntary moan, you feel yourself getting aroused by this situation as your pussy starts tingling. Shindo freezes, he looks down you and you quiver.
"What's this?" He asks as he rubs your ass, "Did I hear a moan? Of pleasure?" he taunts as he sets down another and you moan harder. "You like this baby?" another slap, embarrassing sounds won't stop leaving your mouth as he continues spanking your ass.
He stops after your skin turns a dark shade of red all the while your pussy drools. Shindo brings his hand down to your pussy and spreads your lips, his finger runs from your clit and plunges into the hole.
"A little pain slut. Didn't expect you out of everyone to be into this."
he pushes his finger inside, knuckles deep, and you out. He keeps thrusting his finger inside you adding a second, his thumb lands on your clit and you feel vibrations spread throughout you- he's using his quirk. You cry out feeling the fire in your belly build-up- you were so close. Moans fall from your mouth and Shindo eagerly drinks them up, "I- I am so close!" you cry out, and just when you thought you'd find your release, Shindo stops. You sigh as you feel yourself clench around nothing, you turn your head back and catch Shindo sucking on his two fingers- which were inside you seconds ago. You blush at the perverted scene. Shindo looks down at you, "What was that dear, Y/N? You did not tell me that you liked it rough?" he asks smirking but you only turn your face away from him. You feel another smack on your back and you squeal. He squeezes your ass, kneading the flesh.
"Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."
SHOTO TODOROKI
🌸He finds it really cute that his beloved,sweet Y/N was longing to be dominated and to be abused,he wasn't the one to deny what the love of his life wanted
🌸knows how to inflict the right amount of pain,admires the way your tears glides a and dampens your cheeks
🌸loves it when you call out is name absoluTELY LOVES LOVES LOVES it when you moan out his name when he burns his name into your skin
🌸Unlike dabi,shoto is a slightly softer yandere,this boi is W H I P P E D,his feelings are so intense for you,he would go through any lengths to be the perfect husband for you
🌸His feelings growing more out of hand when you both started dating,
🌸 he'd learn about your masochistic tendencies,when he's break into visit your house one night after your date. theres nothing wrong with checking up on your beloved
🌸he expected you to be dozing off on your bed.what he didn't expect was you to whine out his name
He bit back a moan at the sight of your naked back facing him"ah fuck,shouto~"your head throwing back a string of dirt words spilling out of your mouth at the erotic scene displaying on the screen of the laptop screen, a woman tied up,being sexually tortured
Your fingers knuckle deep inside you,your breath becoming irregular fantasizing about him.unbeknownst to the monochrome eyes fixated on your fingers moving in and out of you
You almost don't hear your door creaking open in the midst of your haze,and within seconds you were abruptly interrupted from your session as you find yourself pinned under shoto todoroki
You don't even get the chance to react before he pulls you into a hot kiss filled with animalistic desire and lust,you moan as he bites your bottom lip,your tongue darting out over his. He grabs your ankles and opens your legs for him
He grips your wrist and holds them above your head swiftly restraining your hands swiftly together with his belt,his tongue slides into your mouth again as he brings his hand around your neck and pushes you down so that your flat against your bed.his clothed dick grinding against you
He brings his hand onto your neck,squeezing cutting air as his nails digging into the soft flesh
Your eyes darkening with lust as you gaze at him above you
Your nipples hardening at the sudden drop in the temperature of the room
"is this what you want?"grunting in your ear pinching the hardened bud between his fingers,your mouth dropping open as you nod,writhing uncontrollably underneath him
"use your words,beloved"
You swallow dryly,a chocked sob escaping your mouth,finding it hard to speak "sh- shouto please,please fuck me,I want you so badd"
Using his strength to hold your hips down, You tremble as he lines himself up your entrance,he pushes himself in,knocking the air out of your lungs as he fills you up to the hilt walls clenching around his girth
"god,Y/N, you're so fucking tight"
Ruthlessly moving in and out of you making your eyes roll to the back of your head, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts
your wrap legs around his hips, bringing him closer to you
His hand reaches between your thighs and rubbing his fingers over your clit at a rapid pace making you clench tighter around him
He thrusts faster and harder grabbing your throat once again, you mewled feeling yourself go closer
You came with your toes curled cum dripping onto the sheets beneath you
BAKUGOU KATSUKI
🌸bakugou is a violent man. yelling at people to “die”, casting explosion anytime he feels like it might come as an surprise but he doesn’t like hurting his s/.o. He does not want to hurt his s/o- he wants to protect them.
🌸he finds you very innocent, treats you like a porcelain doll, always so careful. he is horrible with showing affections- thinking he might hurt you by mistake.
🌸but, when he finds out about his darling being a masochist, he couldn’t stop but get curious. he doesn’t the appeal, he’s always a little hesitant about hurting his darling but he kinda thinks its hot. he’s into it. if sweet little y/n wants it- he’s going to give it to her.
Panic settles down on you as katsuki forces himself between your legs. You shut your eyes, tears falling to your cheeks as pushes himself into you, "Oi shitty woman, what the fuck is wrong with you!?" your breath hitches at his words. "Why the fuck are you crying? It shouldn't hurt too much. We've done this before!"
"Katsuki, I don't want to do this!" you cry out and Bakugou growls, "What do you mean?" His large hands come down to your thigh landing a hot smack as he had activated his quirk. Feeling the burning hot pain melting into your body you moan and tighten around him. He stops thrusting into you, his cock still buried till the hilt he looks down at your tear-stained face, his eyes wide in astonishment. He brings down his hand, activating his quirk letting it fall against your in swift fall. You squeak again. He does it again and again and you clench around him every time.
"Are you seriously fucking turned on right now?!" he asks chuckling darkly. His surprised expression subsiding into a cocky grin. His large hands start groping your breasts, taking them in his mouth and biting on it, bruising the skin and drawing blood
"You like it when I hurt you don't you? Filthy woman," he growls at you. You nod desperately, finally giving in.
"Say it." You open your eyes to meet his furious red ones, "Yes, I like being hurt." you whimper and Bakugou laughs wickedly. Watching your pupils dilate and darken with lust as he traces your cheekbones softly before bringing it down harshly, slapping you across your face. You feel the tinge of another slap, your face growing hotter with the increasing severity of each slap.
The sound resonating across the room, he slaps your face a few more times, leaving imprints of his palm heated by his quirk. Hooking a finger under your chin and running his hand over your mouth, pulling at the bottom lip, his brain almost short circuits at the sound of your moans, shamelessly getting off the pain. Forcing his fingers between your lips, prying your jaw open, spitting inside your mouth
His dick twitched at the sight of you drinking it up.
"Fuck, such a kinky little bitch"
He pulls out of you, his thick cock standing tall and proud, the shaft glistening and glowing with precum and your slick glistening under the dim lighting of the room, he takes his cock in his hand and guides it to your mouth.
"What are you waiting for? Suck me off!" he growls. A chocked moan leaves his lips at the feeling of your tongue on the angry red head, tongue tracing the prominent veins on the underside of his shaft.
Grabbing the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair and shoving his dick further down your throat. Causing you to gag and tense around him, feeling every texture against your tongue and the roof of your mouth and the back of your throat. Loss of air making tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision. His rips rocking faster, his balls slapping against your chin. His eyes devouring the sight of your mouth filled with his dick, mixture of drool and tears dribbling down your lips. Teeth gritting as he reaches his climax, his cum shooting in thick, hot ropes on your face. Bakugou smears the cum all over your face and breasts, smirking while he looks down, "Fuck, look at you-" he beginnings. You take in deep breaths, exhaling from your mouth you whisper "Katsuki, please.." the burning in your south becomes unbearable but he doesn't do a thing. Annoyed, you snake your hands down towards your drooling cunt but Bakugou slaps your hand away.
"You don't get to cum yet." He barks. His hands touch your cheek and you flinch thinking he'll slap you again but he caresses it gently.
"You're in for a long night, baby."
#yandere smut#boku no hero academia#bnha#yandere bnha#yandere#yandere dabi#yandere writing#yandere writings#yandere x reader#bnha fanfic#yandere bakugou#yandere todoroki#yandere shindo#yo shindo x reader#bnha headcannons#yandere headcannons#smut headcannons#bnha smut#yandere dabi smut#yandere bakugou smut#Izuku midoriya#dabi#touya todoroki#headcannons#yo shindo#bakugou#shoto todoroki#bnha memes#yandere memes#← the collective 📚
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lev, yaku, and kenma reacting to accidentally kissing you
pairings: lev x gn!reader, kenma x gn!reader, yaku x gn!reader
warnings: some cursing
idea: you’re one of nekoma’s managers, but what happens when you accidentally share a kiss with one of the volleyball boys? (also just to clarify these are just random scenarios they don’t all happen at the same time oh goD that would be interesting)
there’s a lot to read so i’m going to put everything under the cut to save your guys' tumblr scrolling
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.・゜゜・ lev haiba ・゜゜・．
now we already know this baby is super affectionate and is probably already crushing on you
he loves you so much
are you oblivious? who knows
but you can’t help but find him super adorable
annoying, yet adorable
anyways he likes to do this thING where he gets super close to your face just to get you flustered and you secretly like it hate it
everyone’s taking a small break from practicing and you’re giving everyone water bottles bc they require hydration (i’m sorry why am i talking like this)
after you give kuroo a water bottle you hear someone walk up next to you and you just sigh
"Y/N~" you hear an all too familiar voice call out next to you
you turn towards the voice, already knowing it’s lev "what is it—"
oh boy
somehow you did NOT realize how close lev was to you
he had leaned down to your height like he always does, fricking tall ass
all it took was you feeling your lips lightly graze against his for you to immediately back ten feet away, and naturally you found yourself hiding behind yaku
his eyes are super pretty up close
OH GOD WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?? wait
holy shit you kissed lev haiba
does that even count as a kiss?? i mean your lips touched????
was that on purpose?? was it an accident??? did he not realize that him being that close to you meant that there was a possibility of you accidentally kissing him?????
whAT??? jUSt??? haPPenED???
you were terrified when yaku walked away from you only to see him kick lev as hard as possible you almost felt bad for him
the poor beanstalk was blushing furiously, his cheeks, ears, and nose were stained pink
of course you were probably blushing too, and then finally you and lev made eye contact
you looked away immediately
why was your heart racing?? yo his lips were surprisingly soft tho
not everyone realized what happened, probably only kuroo and yaku noticed
you probably never saw lev the same after that, especially since you developed a crush on the beanstalk after that
i mean what? lol
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.・゜゜・ morisuke yaku ・゜゜・．
wbk he’s the sweetest and one of the more tolerable boys, which means yay you don’t have to basically babysit a bunch of teenage boys
well you and yaku kind of have to babysit them together but that’s not what we’re focusing on rn ;)
after practice he came up to you and you two had a peaceful conversation
you two bonded well over being the ones to babysit everyone but you had your childish moments too, he was basically the person you were the closest to out of everyone else
everything’s going perfectly well, nothing is going wrong for once
haha SIKE
maybe lev was just blind because you and yaku are shorties (but like you’re barely shorter/taller than him..(haha you choose))
the tall victuri love child backs up and before you can warn yaku he bumps into him
yaku ends up being completely caught off guard, he stumbles forward and accidentally knocks you over in the process
and everything happens all at once, yaku falls on top of you, lev screams ("I KILLED YAKU AND Y/N"), and ohoho ohohoho what’s this
you feel something?? on your lips???
perhaps???? another pair?????? of lips????
THEY ARE?????? S O F T ????
i’m sorry
anyways somehow the way yaku landed on you caused you two to accidentally kiss!! woah!!!
he immediately gets off of you and won’t stop apologizing, you both are super flustered and he’s stuttering
you can see the blush growing on his cheeks
meanwhile you’re at a loss for words, holy damn you just got kissed
lev is apologizing as well
kuroo’s just laughing his ass off
yaku helps you stand up, and then he immediately wABAM does a spin kick on lev
of course, you can’t help but laugh
but you’re screaming internally
then you make eye contact with yaku and your heart?? your heart does a thing?????
you two immediately look away from each other
your mind and heart are both racing
maybe he’s really good at kissing like damn boi put those soft lips to USE
AHRJHARGJAHJAJA and then you run to the bathroom ("UH I HAVE TO USE THE BATHROOM REAL QUICK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BYEBYE") and internally scream at yourself until you stop freaking out
congratulations! you have a crush on yaku morisuke
don’t worry he feels the same exact way you do
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.・゜゜・ kenma kozume ・゜゜・．
now you may be wondering, how could you possibly accidentally kiss a boy who loves to constantly stare at either the game he’s playing or his phone? well oh boy let me show you
class finally finishes and that means woo it’s time to head to the gym!!
you’re a second year along with kenma and he’s so focused on his game that he didn’t realize the bell rang, or that everyone around him is leaving the classroom
you don’t see him in the hallway and that means one thing, he’s still in his classroom, gaming
how does this boy not get in trouble? you can never find out how or why
you walk into his classroom and stand in front of his desk, somehow he still doesn’t notice you
you sigh and lean closer to him, poking his forehead
"oi, kenma, class is over. we gotta head to the gym."
kenma sighs and finishes what he’s doing on the game before looking up at you "hm?"
"are you fucking kidding m- volleyball practice, kenma.."
"oh, okay"
before you two can get ready you feel a weight on your back and you’re pushed even closer to kenma
turns out kuroo saw you two through the door, he already assumed that kenma hadn’t noticed the bell and went to get him
this annoying rooster-head decided to put all his weight against you
he calmly fake-yawned and pretended to check his nails
"are you two lovebirds ready to go yet?"
he’s confused as to why he didn’t get a response, so he looks at the two of you, only to realize what he’s done
you weren’t that far away from kenma’s face to begin with
so kuroo pushing you by leaning against you caused your faces to collide- more specifically- your lips to collide
you two were kissing. kISSing. LIPS AGAINST LIPS. and you could barely move because of a certain male leaning against you
"oh SHIT-" kuroo immediately gets off of you and you back away from kenma, bumping into the desk behind you
kenma was already turned away from you
oh my god is he blushing
hE’S blUshING
you’re flustered, your heart is racing, your cheeks feel warm, and holy shit kenma’s lips are super soft??
omg what are you thinking
"whatever! i’ll just- i’ll just see you guys at the gym!! jeez, you’re so annoying, kuroo.."
you huff and walk out of the classroom, only to make a beeline for the bathroom
you lock yourself in a stall and bury your face in your hands, your tiny crush on kenma has officially become massive unbearable super embarrassing crush
oh god how do you even face him in the gym??
let’s just say kuroo had to drag kenma all the way to the gym because the boy had officially become unresponsive, he had his face buried in his hands as well and he was blushing hardcore
"you’re welcome, kenma" kuroo says teasingly right when you walk into the gym
oh my god he did it on purpose that little sHIT
#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#kenma x reader#lev x reader#yaku x reader#kenma kozume#lev haiba#yaku morisuke#nekoma#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu scenarios
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i always see posts about markus flirting with connor and connor never getting it and markus being like "man how more obvious could i get" but like i wanna see more of connor flirting with markus and markus being like "yo is he flirting with me? he likes me back? is he flirting? is he??" but idk if that would work bc markus probably can tell flirting when connor can't ): maybe connor accidental flirting his way into a relationship with markus???
Connor realized he like Markus very early on. Like, probably before even meeting him: the deviant leader looked both imposing and soft in a way that tugged at his heartstrings strangely.
First, he attributed it to being grateful: Markus was the one who opened his eyes and freed him, after all. Markus was the one who gave their entire kind a future to look forward to. But, by the time Connor realized his liking has gone into full blown hardcore crush, he knew he had a problem: Getting to Markus would not be easy: half of the Androids and lots of humans had some kind of infatuation with him.
But Connor had never backed down from a challenge and he was not about to start.
The first time he sent Markus flowers, he didnt include the note in them: Which, he later realized, was a mistake: Markus was getting lots of flowers. He’d need to be more direct than that.
The second time, he brought the flowers in himself.
Markus was in his office. When Connor walked in with a huge bucket Pink Camellias, White Clovers and Gardenias, he was a bit surprised: Granted, he received lots of flowers these days, but they were usually, roses or something. This seemed way more refined and thoughtful. But, who would send Connor of all people to bring them in?
‘‘For you,’‘ Connor said with a sweet smile, handing them over.
‘‘Oh, they’re beautiful!’‘ Markus beamed, sticking his nose into them. ‘‘Who are they from?’‘
He totally missed the confused frown on Connor’s face. Okay, Connor decided, he’d need to be more direct than this.
The third time was week later, Connor was back to New Jericho, for the weekly meeting but, this time, he was holding a small package, wrapped in a brown paper, tied with a green lace.
‘‘What is that?’‘
‘‘It’s a gift.’‘ Connor smiled. ‘‘For you.’‘
Markus tore off the paper to reveal a beautiful set of artist’s brushes.
‘‘Connor!’‘ He gasped. ‘‘These are expensive!’‘
Connor shrugged.
‘‘If you like them, that’s all that matters.’‘ He said.
‘‘I love them, but you should not have bothered this much!’‘
‘‘Well, I don’t know when your birthday is, so figured, any day would do, right?’‘
Markus smiled.
‘‘I had one picture in my mind and these seem like a good motivation to actually work on it.’‘
‘‘Oh... Could I... Watch? I’d like to see you paint.’‘
That was a strange request. Surely, Connor had better things to do?
‘‘That could take hours, Connor.’‘ Markus chuckled. ‘‘I would not want to waste your time. It’s more boring than you probably think. I’ll promise I’ll show you the painting when it’s done.’‘
‘‘Being with you could never be a waste of time!’‘ Connor said fiercely, ‘‘No matter what we do.’‘
Sadly, the other members of Jericho Board came in before Markus could come up with the answer.
Connor was not going to give up that easy. Maybe he needed to be more direct than this?
The forth time, he tried to asked Markus out on a date.
‘‘There’s this festival I’d like to go to,’‘ He said the next time he was in Markus’ study. ‘‘This weekend. It’s some hipster thing, with lots of art, music and performances. Would you like to go?’‘
‘‘Sounds very interesting.’‘ Markus replied. He was still looking at the computer terminal at his desk. Connor felt annoyance: WHY did Markus never give him his full attention? No wonder they were getting nowhere! ‘‘I’d love to go. Who else is going?’‘
‘‘Um... No one I guess.’‘ Connor shrugged, blushing a bit. ‘‘Just us.’‘
‘‘Why not? This sounds like something others would enjoy too! I’ll let them know!’‘
Well... There went Connor’s plan to finally get Markus alone.
The fifth time, Connor checked beforehand with Simon that Markus would have no work. He was sick of all the politics getting in his way.
Markus was surprised when the doorbell rang: He was not expecting anyone. Least of all Connor: out of his police uniform, in casual jeans and leather jacket, Connor really looked beautiful.
Markus smiled. Connor returned the smile.
‘‘Hope I’m not intruding.’‘
‘‘Not at all. Come in.’‘
Markus’ place was a bit chaotic and full of color. There was so much personality to everything. Connor felt a bit bad at how plain his own apartment was in comparison.
‘‘Simon told me you had a day off.’‘ Connor explained. ‘‘I thought we could spend it together.’‘
‘‘Sure, sounds good.’‘ Markus agreed.
Connor would not say he was snooping around, but he totally was: looking for something to do, which would distract him from staring at Markus in his sleeveless top and old sweatpants, which were a bit too tight around his ass for Connor’s peace of mind.
‘‘You like chess?’‘ He asked.
‘‘My father, Carl used to play it with me.’‘ Markus said. ‘‘Would you care for a game?’‘
Connor nodded.
‘‘Don’t go easy on me.’‘ Markus warned, setting up the board.
‘‘Oh, I’d gladly go hard on you.’‘ Connor winked playfully.
Sadly, the remark seemed to go over the stupid Deviant’s head. Connor sighed in desperation.
Due to them both having pre-constructing abilities, the match was even. Connor was sure, if he let Markus win, he would totally be caught on it.
‘‘Ready to give up yet?’‘ Markus smirked at him, moving the Bishop in a way that clearly put Connor at disadvantage.
‘‘I’ll never give up on you.’‘ Connor replied with a smile of his own. ‘‘Even though you give me a hard time.’’ and moved a Knight in response.
Markus paused.
‘‘I like when you make that face.’‘ Connor noted.
‘‘What face?’‘
‘‘Pouting. It’s adorable.’‘
‘‘I do not pout.’‘
'’It’s cute.’‘
‘‘I do not!’‘
‘‘Whatever you say.’‘ Connor’s smile was fond.
Markus picked up The Queen and then his hand froze mid air: The look on Connor’s face, all his attempts to make Markus smile, always giving him gifts... It all suddenly started to make sense in a totally unexpected way....
‘‘Connor...’‘ He started, unsure. ‘‘Are you flirting with me?’‘
Connor looked at him like he’d grown a second head. Then he burst out laughing.
‘‘I’ve been trying for two months.’‘ He said when he finally got his breath back. ‘‘But thanks for noticing.’‘
#rk1000#rk1k#rk1k asks#aurora's writing#aurora's headcanons#rk1k headcanons#markus you are oblivious idiot#connor is trying his best#i stan markus#markus#markus/connor#connor#writing markus as oblivious idiot was a challenge#but a fun one#so#enjoy
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Ownership - Chapter 23 (A Kylo RenxOC AU)
Cora Ardmore and Kylo Ren work for rival companies, but they don’t know that until after they spend the night together. Once their identities are revealed to each other it’s a question of who will cave first?
This fic is mostly porn, pure kinky porn.
Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. If you would like to be tagged, let me know.
Warnings: I LOVE THIS CHAPTER, I AM PROUD OF WHAT I HAVE WRITTEN, BUCKLE THE FUCK UP BECAUSE A LOT HAPPENS, Sex/BDSM Club, Fetish wear, Collars/Leashes, Dominatrix Phasma, Dominatrix Cora, Alcohol, Slapping, Language, Beware of Armitage Hux (he may try and steal yo gurl), Riding Crops, Cock rings, Restraints, Humiliation kink, Pain kink, Overstimulation, Smut, Sex, Vaginal sex, Oral sex, Face sitting, Hair pulling, Dom/Sub themes
Chapter 23
Cora Ardmore
One Month Later
Kylo presented my outfit for tonight to me, waiting to see if I’d like it. On a hanger was a black latex bra. Beside it was another hanger that was holding a high-waisted black and red striped skirt. Definitely not as bad as what I thought he would have picked out for me. This I could see myself feeling quite comfortable in. It wasn’t too revealing, and all the important parts of my body would be covered. It was figure hugging, sure, but that didn’t bother me.
“Is this custom?” I asked.
“Yeah, I wanted to make sure it fit you perfectly.”
“Do I wanna know how much that was?”
“No.”
“Okay, what are you wearing?”
Kylo led me into his walk-in wardrobe to show me something he’d already picked out for himself. On a set of hangers was a leather jacket and matching trousers. Simple, but he’d fit in. And look damn good in it.
“What time do we need to be there?” I asked.
“The club opens around nine. I was thinking we have dinner around seven. Then that gives you two hours to get ready before we leave. Ten is when things get more interesting. And we won’t have to worry about queuing either. They know who I am so we can go straight in.”
The way he said it sounded like he wanted me to be impressed. But in reality, it just made me worry about how close him and Phasma were, that’s the only reason he got to jump the queue.
Whilst I was mostly excited for tonight, I was very nervous about meeting Phasma. I knew nothing about the woman other than she used to dom Kylo, and they were still friends. But was she competition? Was she prettier than me? Was she sexier than me? Was she better in bed than me? Probably. But I was the first sub that Kylo had taken to the club, which was a good and promising sign that I was special compared to the others. I suppose I had to be when we were working on the story together.
Later after dinner I changed into the outfit, noticing it didn’t come with panties nor did it look right with panties on, the outline showed.
“No panties, huh? Were you going to tell me or try to be sneaky about it?” I asked Kylo.
He smirked softly, “maybe I just want easy access to you tonight.”
Heat pooled in my stomach at the thought. I continued to get ready, pulling my hair back in a sleek high ponytail and applying makeup. My lipstick matched the shade of red on my skirt. The heels provided were a little on the higher side, but it made me seem less short stood next to Kylo, so I’d be able to put up with the discomfort.
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We arrived at the club, Kylo and I being let straight inside. He took my coat for me, handing it to the cloakroom staff before leading me down the dimly lit corridor. Music could be heard from the main area, getting louder when the door was opened. Inside the main club area, or play area as it was referred to, there were people in all sorts of fetish wear. Some wearing a lot less than others. But I knew better than to stare. Before we could go any further, Kylo placed his hand on my shoulder to stop me.
“Almost forgot. Just so that nobody thinks your up for grabs, you’ll need your collar,” he mentioned.
Producing the black leather from his pocket, he fastened it around my neck before clipping a leash to it.
With the collar around my neck and the leash in his hand, I felt safer. People would know I was his, and that he was mine. Hopefully that meant Phasma too. Kylo led me straight to the bar where he ordered drinks. Sat on a barstool, clad in black leather with his hair gelled back, was Armitage Hux. My eyes widened at the sight and I nudged Kylo. Before we could slink off with our drinks, he spotted us and came over. On closer inspection Armitage was wearing a military styled outfit, complete with a leather great coat and riding crop on his belt.
“I didn’t expect to see you here, especially with company,” Armitage mentioned, his eyes raking over my form.
“Cora made it very clear to me that she was ready for this. So why not?” Kylo replied.
“We got off on the wrong foot. I’d like to apologize for my previous behaviour,” Armitage addressed me.
Raising an eyebrow at him, I crossed my arms over my chest, which only seemed to accentuate my breasts.
“So you’re not an insufferable asshole all the time?” I asked.
Armitage laughed at that thankfully, “Ren would agree with you on that, but it’s just business, my dear. Nothing personal.”
The club had a large stage in the centre, meaning the crowd could gather from every angle. The four corners had an array of different activities. A set of spanking benches in the far-right corner, another had people tied up and suspended. Hopefully Kylo didn’t expect me to do any of that tonight.
A staircase led upstairs to another area which had god knows what going on there. Likely the more extreme stuff, like piercings and medical play. I’d done my research before coming here so I hopefully I wouldn’t be too shocked by it all. The music took a sudden change, going from upbeat and fast pace to slow and seductive, a song that I didn’t recognise. But it gathered the attention of the whole room, most of them looking to the staircase. That could only mean that Phasma was about to make her grand entrance. Three figures appeared at the top of the stairs, the centre figure standing tall, very tall. The other two figures were on all fours and they led the way down the stairs.
As they crawled into the light, I noticed they were both on leashes, both only in the simplest of black underwear to cover their modesty. One was female, the other was male. It was like an owner taking their dogs for a walk…well, in a place like this I’m sure that was much more common. Finally, Phasma stepped into the light and I felt my stomach drop. She was breath-taking. She had to be at least over six foot and that was without the heels. Her stocking clad legs were long and muscular, with thighs that looked like they could crush a watermelon. It was obvious that she took good care of her body and worked out a lot. Phasma wore a black lingerie set that was very reminiscent of Bettie Page. Around her waist was a black PVC corset that was cinched so tightly it looked almost uncomfortable, but there were no signs of discomfort on her face.
She even wore a silver-lined cape that trailed behind her as she continued to descend the stairs. Her expression was one of pure confidence. She owned the room, and she knew it. Her short blonde hair was wavy but styled so that every strand was perfectly placed. When she reached the final step, the song finished. This entrance had been thoroughly rehearsed, and it paid off with the applause she got. Phasma smiled, and the room went back to what they had been doing before. Phasma made her way to the bar, standing on the opposite side. She ordered a drink, both her subs kneeling at her feet. Neither of them said a word or looked up from the spot on the floor. Phasma looked up and over at us, her lips curving up into an excited smile.
She unclipped the leashes to her subs and removed her cape, handing it to the female. They were both then dismissed before she sauntered over, ignoring Armitage and I.
“Kylo, darling. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you,” she beamed at him.
They embraced, and she kissed both his cheeks. My fists clenched at my sides. Was I suddenly invisible? Did the leash in his hand attached to my collar mean nothing to her?
“You look beautiful as always,” Kylo complimented her.
My shoulders slumped at his words. He could take the time to pay her compliments, but he hadn’t said a word once he saw me in the outfit he picked for me.
Finally, her gaze turned to me, looking me over and sizing me up. The smirk that worked its way across her face was not one I liked.
“And who is this?” She asked.
“Cora. She’s been my submissive for a year and a half now.”
“You’ve never brought a sub here before.”
Phasma took my hand in hers, placing a gentle kiss to the knuckles. Normally I would have been flattered by such a gesture, not this time. Not with how she’d practically thrown herself at Kylo in front of me.
“He’s lucky to have someone as beautiful as you by his side. He’d be wise to not let you out of sight,” Phasma mentioned.
I forced a smile. Her compliments wouldn’t work on me, “maybe I should be the one not letting him out of my sight.”
Phasma laughed, taking the slight bitcheness in my tone well, “Your right about that. Kylo’s always gotten a lot of attention here.”
I bet he fucking did. And now he’d likely get more that I was here.
“I’ll leave you both to it. Enjoy your evening,” Phasma excused herself.
Phasma retreated back to the other end of the bar, sipping her cocktail. Kylo turned to me and unclipped the leash from my collar.
“I’ll be back in about half an hour. You can take a look around if you want. Just avoid the upstairs area, it’s the more hardcore stuff,” Kylo explained.
He couldn’t be serious? Before I had a chance to protest, he had stalked off after Phasma.
Angrily, I took a seat at the end of the bar and ordered another drink for myself. My first time in a fucking BDSM club and Kylo just abandons me for his ex dominatrix. He was sure as hell gonna get a piece of my mind later. Armitage was still lingering, strangely quiet.
“I’m going to the smoking area if you wanted to come with me, I’ll only be five minutes if you don’t want too,” he spoke, a kindness to his tone as if he pitied me.
“I don’t need a fucking babysitter, Armitage!”
Armitage nodded and headed for one of the exits. The bartender placed my drink in front of me before going to take someone else’s order. My discomfort grew the longer I was alone.
Glancing over at them, I noticed Phasma was laughing at something Kylo had said and he looked just as amused. They were probably laughing about me; how stupid I was to let him dress me up and drag me here only to abandon me. Well, I wouldn’t make this mistake ever again. Half an hour quickly passed, but Kylo made no move to come back over, still in deep conversation with Phasma. I ordered another two drinks for myself this time. The thought to leave kept playing over my mind. It was obvious he didn’t give a shit about me, so why should I care enough to stay? An hour passed, then an hour and a half. Still, neither of them had left the bar.
“How long has it been now?” Armitage asked, taking the free bar stool next to me.
“If you here to gloat, I’m not in the mood.”
Armitage faked offense, “me, gloat? Never,” he glanced over his shoulder at them, “so how long has it been since he told you to stay put?”
Glancing up at the clock behind the bar, it was getting close to midnight.
“Almost two hours now,” I answered.
“I didn’t think you’d be into humiliation, or is this more for his benefit?” Armitage asked.
“You really are an insufferable asshole.”
“Would an insufferable asshole buy you a drink? And keep you company from your two-timing dom? No. I understand your frustration, Cora, but keep your anger directed at him rather than those who want to help.”
Rolling my eyes and huffing, I gave in, ordering my fifth drink of the evening. Armitage put in his own order before paying with card. By now I had a good buzz going, my body a lot more relaxed, but the anger at Kylo was still brewing.
“So, I assume the story is going well?” Armitage asked, interested.
“Mostly. We have enough evidence to put Tarkin away, but we still need something concrete on Krennic and Snoke.”
“Well, one out of three isn’t so bad.”
Glancing at Armitage, I managed a small smile, “your trying to distract me, aren’t you?”
“Is it working?” He asked, returning the smile.
“A little.”
My smile quickly faded as I noticed Phasma’s hand on Kylo’s shoulder, both of them laughing about something he’d said. Not once had he even bothered to look in my direction or offer me a sliver of attention. Armitage shifted, now occupying my vision instead of them.
“Why don’t we get out of here?” Armitage suggested.
My eyebrows raised at him; unsure I’d heard him correctly. He couldn’t really be propositioning me.
“What? You can’t be serious?”
“I am.”
Now I was suspicious, “why? What do you get out of it? Other than pissing Kylo off.”
“Wouldn’t that be a bonus for the both of us? He shouldn’t neglect you like this, consider it karma. If I didn’t proposition you, then I’m sure someone else would have. Besides, I still have ways to prove that I’m not an insufferable asshole, as you so eloquently put it.”
Meeting Armitage’s gaze, there was a newfound tension between us. I really was considering it. His fingers ghosted down my bare arm before he took my hand in his.
“No rules, no strings attached. Just say yes.” Armitage continued to convince me.
The word was on the tip of my tongue when Kylo appeared by my side. Armitage let go of my hand quickly, his face falling. If Kylo had seen it, he didn’t show it.
“You ready to go back to mine?” Kylo asked.
Not even bothering to look at Kylo, I have a short nod. Grabbing my drink, I finished what was left of it.
“Thanks for keeping me company, Armitage,” I spoke.
Armitage smiled softly and nodded. The look on his face told me he knew I had been about to say yes. Kylo led me out of the club and to the cloakroom to retrieve my coat. Neither of us said a word to each other. The ride home was silent, and tension filled. If he couldn’t tell I was pissed off, then he was stupider than I thought. Once inside his house I decided it would be best if I slept in one of the guest rooms. As much as I didn’t want to stay, I wasn’t in a fit state to drive. Kylo closed the front door behind him, sighing heavily.
“Are you going to talk to me? Or is it silent treatment from here on out?” He asked, impatiently.
He had some fucking nerve. Whipping round to face him, I folded my arms across my chest.
“Are you going to acknowledge my existence now that she isn’t around?” I snapped.
“You think just because you’re my sub you have some kind of ownership over me?! No. That’s not how this works. I can talk to who I want and fuck who I want regardless of your stupid feelings!”
The anger that had been simmering for most of the night now reached a boiling point as I slapped him hard. What I didn’t expect was the soft moan that left his lips as my palm collided with his cheek.
Both of us stood there in silence for a few moments, unsure of the others’ previous actions.
“Hit me again,” Kylo softly requested.
I remembered the conversation we’d had last year about how he liked pain and humiliation when he’d been a sub. The slap must have reawakened that part of him. And sub space was far out of reach for me currently. To appease him and make sure I could take this as far as I thought he wanted, I slapped his other cheek, both of them now tinged red. Stepping forward, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled back hard. Kylo whined at the sting. The sound was strange coming from him, but it still brought a heat between my legs.
“You have five minutes to get upstairs and get undressed. And you better be on your knees when I get there,” I ordered before releasing him.
Kylo kicked his shoes off at the door and almost ran up the stairs. Heading to the kitchen, I got myself some water, downing the glass. Glancing at the clock, I decided he’d likely waited long enough and headed upstairs to his bedroom. Entering the room, I found his clothes first, thrown on the floor carelessly. And then I found him, naked and on his knees at the foot of the bed. He kept his gaze to the ground. If it was this easy for him to go into subspace, we’d need to explore this side of him more. Instead of paying him any attention, I went straight through to his wardrobe to find some suitable toys. Looking through the assortment of cock rings, I eventually settled on the one that came with a small vibrator attached. Restraints were chosen and a riding crop.
When I emerged from the wardrobe Kylo was still in the same position. A part of me wondered how long I could get away with making him wait. He couldn’t deny he wasn’t liking this, not with how hard he was, his cock jutting up proudly against his belly. Stopping in front of him, I used the tip of the crop to tilt his chin up, so he’d look at me.
“Your behaviour tonight has been unacceptable. And I will not tolerate it. Do you understand?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Get on the bed, hands above your head.”
Kylo did as he was told, making himself comfortable amongst the pillows. Taking his wrists, I secured them individually to the headboard. Next, I secured the cock ring before standing between his legs and pondered my next move.
Kylo Ren was completely at my mercy. Something I never thought would have been possible in our relationship. Cruelly, I placed my heel over his balls, resting it there for now, but I’d press down if I needed to.
“I still don’t think you understand how unacceptable your behaviour was,” I frowned.
Gently I applied pressure with my foot, noticing how he stiffened.
“I’m sorry,” he said, clearly panicked.
“What was that?” I asked, wanting him to repeat it louder and like he meant it.
Applying more pressure, Kylo winced at the pain.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, louder this time.
“You will be once I’m done with you.”
Finally, I released his balls from under my shoe only to harshly swat his inner thigh with the crop. It was dangerously close to hitting his cock. Luckily for him, I had sobered up enough for good aim. Kylo cursed, his whole-body tensing at the pain. Yet there was already pre-cum beading at the tip of his cock. Swatting the other thigh had him gripping the restraints, his hips bucking up into nothing.
“Please,” he whined.
“Please what?”
“Please touch me. Fuck me. I don’t care, just give me something, please.”
“What makes you think you deserve my cunt?”
Another pathetic whine escaped his throat as he knew he couldn’t give me a good answer. Smirking, I crouched down and turned down the viberator attached to the cock ring. It wouldn’t be enough to make him cum, but it would be very good at teasing and working him up further. This control over him was something I could get used too, although it was likely I would never have such a chance again, so I need to make the most of it whilst I could. By now Kylo was a panting, whimpering, desperate mess. Climbing off the bed, I undressed myself, thankful to be rid of the skin-tight latex.
“Its quite pathetic that a man like you secretly enjoys being slapped around by a woman,” I smirked.
He nodded in agreement, likely in the hopes of some form of contact. Instead, I delivered a series of swats to his chest and stomach. Kylo let out a shaky breath once I stopped my assault. I got onto all fours, hovering above him to make sure no part of my body came into direct contact with his, denying him that skin on skin feeling. Leaning down, I started to mark him up with my teeth, starting with his neck. Kylo groaned at the pain, tilting his head so I had better access to his neck. Next, I marked up his collar, moving down to his chest, then his stomach and finishing with his thighs.
“Mine,” I spoke, looking over the purple marks across his skin.
Kylo nodded once more, so desperate to please now. Grabbing his face and digging my nails into his cheeks, I made sure I had his full attention.
“Just because usually I’m the submissive of this relationship does not mean that you aren’t mine. Understood?” I asked.
“Yes, I’m yours.”
“You’ll be wise not to forget it.”
Finally, I gave him some much craved contact as I kissed him. It was quick enough that he craned his neck for more as I pulled away. The more time passed, the more frustrated and needy he became.
“Let’s put that mouth of yours to better use than whining,” I suggested.
“Please let me taste you.”
Shifting position, I gently lowered myself on to his face, his tongue lapping at my wetness eagerly.
Gripping the headboard, I moaned softly. Kylo groaned hungrily as he continued licking and sucking at my clit.
“Keep this up and I might let you cum,” I teased.
With the potential of him being allowed to cum, Kylo seemed to double his efforts of getting me off. An orgasm was building quickly from how desperate I’d been for attention and contact all evening, but I quickly climbed off, denying myself release and Kylo the satisfaction of my release. Kylo was breathless, cheeks flushed and his pretty plush lips shiny with spit and my juices. It was a good look for him.
“Please fuck me. I don’t know how much more I can take,” Kylo pleaded.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.”
Straddling him, I rolled my hips so that his cock would be covered in my juices. Kylo’s hips bucked as he was reaching his limit. Finally, I gave us what we were both craving, slowly sinking down onto his cock. Kylo’s fists clenched as he groaned loud.
“T-thank you,” his voice wavered with pleasure.
I rewarded his manners by riding him fast and hard. I’d dragged this out long enough. My hands rested on his chest to keep me steady as I fucked myself on his cock. Kylo hips bucked against mine before he tried to match my pace, but he was too needy for release that he couldn’t get the timing right. Not that it mattered too much.
“Cum for me, Kylo,” I encouraged.
Within seconds Kylo cried out his release, his back arching off the bed in what was likely an intense orgasm. I worked him through every wave as I chased my own release, the added stimulation from the vibrator helping. Kylo shook as overstimulation set in. The sounds that left his throat were small and whinny. My walls clenched around his already spent cock as my orgasm washed over me. I moaned his name over and over as my nails raked down his chest hard enough that he’d have more marks in the morning. Tears lined Kylo’s eyes from overstimulation before I finally climbed off him. Before I laid next to him, I removed the cock ring and freed his wrists.
Luckily for him, most of the anger had been fucked out of me. Enough so that I let him rest his head on my chest and held him as he came down from his orgasm. Tenderly I stroked and ran my fingers through his hair and murmured words of praise.
“When you can move again, we can take a shower,” I smirked.
Gently he nodded, “I am sorry about tonight.”
“I know.”
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Head-cannon List
Includes:
Host Elliot Alderson, Mastermind, Mr. Robot, Darlene Alderson, Tyrell Wellick, and Joanna Wellick
Mastermind/Host Elliot Alderson:
- Elliot was and still is a fan of 90′s experimental electronic music. He enjoys artists like: Tangerine Dream, Aphex Twin, and The Field.
- If he had a favorite artist, it would be the video artist Nam June Paik. He’s a pioneer of video art, blending ideas about identity, culture, technology, and communication together. There’s some other video artists out there he really love, but he has a soft spot for Paik. When he was a kid and stumbled into an art museum, he was blown away. He never thought about combining technology and art in that way. It stuck with him.
- He also enjoys Bruce Nauman. His work explores the idea of human performance in American society.
- Tron and Blade Runner are some of his favorite childhood movies. Blockbuster was one of their favorites stores to go to as kids.
- He’s not a fan of gory movies unless they’re so fake it’s cheesy.
- He really doesn’t enjoy being scared. He would yell at Darlene when she would try and spook him as a kid. It messed with his DID symptoms.
- When his DID was first expression itself, it was very emotionally disruptive for him. Sometimes he would teeter between emotional repression, dissociation, and a mental break down. Host Elliot Alderson would try and keep these emotions private- hidden away from his sister and mother.
- Host was very fearful of his own emotions. And afraid it would make Darlene upset, the one person he truly, truly cared about. He wanted to protect her from himself.
- Host decides to tell Darlene about his sexual abuse once he is an adult. This all happens after S4 as he starts to unpack everything that happened last year. Krista is crucial in this process, as he begins to work with and talk to his alters in the same room.
- Host still has social anxiety/issues after S4, but slowly he learns to make peace with his/alters actions and forgive them. He eventually becomes the quiet social introvert he was meant to be and becomes happy with his life.
- Host likes Macs. The alters poke fun at him and give him shit sometimes for it but stands firm. “The layout is streamlined and easy to use”. Mastermind and Mr. Robot both roll their eyes. They’re hardcore Linux stans.
- All the Alters are still around, but they co-exist with the host. They’re there if he calls upon them, or they sit around if they think Host needs it. Sometimes they like to pop out and hang out, have a cup of imaginary coffee or cigarette. They keep eachother company.
- Alters don’t take over Hosts body out of respect and their love for him. They are guardians for the person they hold precious.
Darlene Alderson:
- Was a rebellious party grunge girl in high school. She battled between wanting to be a normal, happy girl, and wanting an escape from her troubled home. Going at a night became an easy way to do this. She went on late night drives, smoking pot out in the woods, and doing shrooms once in a while. She has taken adderall to stay awake at school. It worked for a while, she was messed up during messed up times. It doesn’t make her a messed up person.
- She didn’t try cocaine until almost the end of high school.
- She actually has a soft spot for plushies but doesn’t normally buy them. But boy are they cute!
- Prefers gummy bears with her fro-yo. Usually adds waffle cone pieces to her mix.
- She is a loyal buyer of camel Turkish gold cigarettes. Menthol’s during the summer.
- A fan of Daft Punk, but has since moved on with EDM scene to keep up with the times. Her brother? Totally out of sync. He’s too rebellious to want to like current music. He’d rather stick to lesser-known, more eccentric music.
- Secretly had feelings for Angela Moss as a kid. She kept it to herself because her friendship for her and her bother meant the world to her. She didn’t want to let that go, especially since they’ve been friends since childhood. She knew she would find love elsewhere later on in life.
- Darlene hasn’t dated a girl before, but she wants too. Her flings never stuck, and sometimes, it’s easier to catch tail from a guy than it is a girl. There’s more straight men out there, it’s easy pickin’.
- She wishes she’d get married to a women. She wants to continue growing this side of herself. And, women are beautiful, sweet, and incredible people. And, they get each other. They know what it’s like being a queer women in a gross heteronormative cisgender world !
- Is very bisexual. She doesn’t really care what’s in your pants, she cares about the heart of the person and if she’s attracted to them.
- Supports Host’s “Pro-Mac” stance. Iphones are better to hack with, they’re faster than an Android. But she uses a non-Mac laptop for hacking. She prefers a customized step-up.
Tyrell Wellick (if still alive):
- Has bipolar disorder that hasn’t been clinically diagnosed. Throughout the show he expresses major mood swings, decreased need for sleep, increased self-esteem/grandiosity, increased goal-activity, agitation, and engages in self destructive behavior. Bipolar disorder often has a manic/depressive swing to the person’s behavior, but not all people exhibit depressive episodes. Tyrell has this, and clearly isn’t on any medication either. The man was so hyper focused on being the next CTO, he thought this was fine. It’s apart of the stress, the life, and the consequences of his choices. He’s a business man.
- Wellick just switched from a KDE system to a GNOME.
- He supports whatever Host’s want. He’s still kinda crushed that the Elliot he knew is an alter. But at least he has a second change with this ‘Host’ Elliot. He seems a lot calmer and is happier than the others. For that, he is joyful.
- Is bisexual with an inclination for men. Also, attracted to people who are strong and assert their power. That’s how he and Joanna got along so well.
- Still loves his son very much and is very upset that Joanna’s family has taken his son from him. He’s working on himself and his career, to prove to them he can be a good father and raise him. He’s made a clear shift from prioritizing his work life, to his personal life.
#Okay#this is a good crack at headcanons#mr. robot#elliot alderson#mastermind#darlene alderson#tyrell wellick#joanna wellick#excuse my spelling mistakes#host elliot alderson#headcanon
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