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gublersg1rl · 28 days
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baking with a genius :)
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plot: reader is baking, and spencers being a smartass and it’s PISSIN HER OFF !!!
a/n: this is my first blurb, i thought the idea was kinda cute??? is this cringe??? pls don’t unfollow,,,ik this is poorly written im not the best pls bare with me im trying
warnings: reader is a girl, a little suggestive at the end cuz why tf not, established relationship, reader is annoyed, spencers more dominant but not in a sexual way, proofread but could 100% be mistakes, errrr idkkk i think that’s it????
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“Okay,” you whispered to yourself, dusting flour off your hands. “Now I need—“
“Two eggs.” Spencer’s voice interrupts.
You close your eyes tightly, so tight you see fireworks, and huff. “You don’t know that, Spencer.”
“But I do, actually. I read it.” He said pointing to the Pinterest recipe that was open on your phone.
Your eyes glance over the screen, re-reading the already forgotten recipe. “Oh,” you say letting a moment of submission surrender. “Actually I want to use 3 eggs…So you’re wrong Spencer.” The lie was poorly thought of, but you would do anything for Spencer to not win this one sided battle.
He frowns his brow, giving you a confused look. “Why would you want to use three eggs?”
“Because you don’t know what you are talking about. Maybe you’re good at—“ you pause thinking about how to phrase your annoyance. “Doctorting— or-“ your hands flail everywhere as you desperately try to describe your emotions with made up words.
That was until you felt Spencer get ahold of your wrists, “Look at me.”
You bite the corner of your bottom lip, looking to the left, trying to disobey his gently order.
“Baby.” His voice soft, yet strong.
You give in, looking up at him in those damn honey colored eyes puppy dog eyes. “What.” You reply flatly, it wasn’t a question, rather a response.
His eyes narrow, and head tilts a little, giving you a “You know what” look.
“Can you just….go in the living room for a bit…?”
“Forgetting something, love?”
You sigh, “Please…?”
“Atta girl.” He said with a smile, letting go of your wrists.
-hehe small time jump to when the preheat is done-
You had always been scared of putting stuff in the oven, it just was so easy to get burned. Those traumatic times in middle school you burned yourself with a curling iron was enough to make you cautious of getting burned again.
You stare at the oven for what feels like forever, contemplating what to do. You look over to your boyfriend who is comfortably reading a book on the couch.
“Spencer…?” You call out in a quiet, embarrassed tone.
“Yeah, baby?” He asks putting down his half read book, looking over at you.
“Can you help me put the cookies in the oven…” You mumble.
He smiled softly, “Sorry, what’d you say?” Spencer responded even though he was perfectly aware of your question.
“Spencer.” You whine, hearing that smirk painted across his face just through his voice.
“I’m kidding angel. I’ll be right there.” He says giving into your pleas.
It isn’t much longer until your boyfriend completes your difficult task in seconds.
“I’m sorry I got so annoyed with you today…”
“It’s okay,” Spencer replied pulling you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. “Don’t stress it. We all have those days.”
His fingers gently combed through your hair, as you both sat in silence enjoying the peace.
You move your chin to rest on his chest, as you look up at him. “You know…we have 20 minutes all to ourselves until the cookies finish baking,”
Spencer chuckles, “Oh really?”
“Mmhmh.”
“Well, thinking about it. I’ve got a couple ways you could apologize,” He said leaning in gently pressing a small peck into your lips.
“Yeah me too,” you whisper back leaning in for another kiss.
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astrqiixsq · 1 year
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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫
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pairings: sully family x sister!reader
warnings: none I think!
word count: 2.2k
a/n: the reader will be replacing Tuk but as a 10 year old! this is for all my babies that just want to be loved and protected <33.
(this takes place before the plot of avatar twow!!)
even though you were only a few years younger than the rest of your siblings, you were babied for your entire childhood.
you couldn't do pretty much anything without one of your family members following on behind you or asking what you were doing every 30 seconds.
while you thought it was extremely annoying, your parents and siblings thought it was perfectly normal.
your family were extremely protective over you, and to be honest, it was kinda cute.
but it was on days like these, you just had enough of it.
It was way past eclipse before your family got home from the fight against the sky people. kiri was sent to tend against the injured while the rest of your family were fighting, your older brothers being spotters as normal on their ikrans.
while they were gone you were told stay close to your grandma mo'at, so you did what you did almost everyday, stay inside and make bracelets for the family. It was the only thing you had been doing pretty much everyday for years.
you were just finishing up your third bracelet when you heard shouts coming from outside your tent.
"the war party is back!" you heard someone call.
hurriedly, you chucked the bracelet into the box and ran outside to the cliffs, dodging your clan members while you were at it.
"slow down y/n, you could get hurt!" a nearby scientist called out to you.
"sorry!" you replied on instinct, not really listening to what they were saying.
you saw your mother and father first, hopping off their ikrans and taking their weapons off of themselves. although they looked perfectly fine, there was a glint in their eyes you couldn't quite understand.
next you saw your brothers and your sister kiri, landing their ikrans next to your parents. a few minor cuts and scrapes were placed on your brothers torsos however that was hardly out of the norm, due to their daring personalities. but they still stared the same look at your parents, what was going on?
choosing to ignore this for now, you ran up to your family, shouting excitedly, "mom, dad!"
your mother turned around in just enough time to see you fling your arms around her waist and nuzzle into the side of her waist.
"y/n, y/n, y/n." she muttered your name, picking you up by your armpits and resting you on her hip.
it was normal for you to go to your mother first after your family coming back from fights. your mom was always the most tense and it was only right for you to ease her worries before she would scold one of your siblings for doing something wrong. it was like you were the water on her fire.
as she ran her fingers through your hair and turned to look into your eyes, you could still see that tense glint in her eyes. huh, that's weird.
before you had time to think much of it, you were quickly lifted up off of your mother and put into the hands of neteyam. neteyam was your oldest brother and probably the most protective, although it was hard to tell sometimes with lo'ak's fiery personality. however, it was certain that neteyam was the softest with you, he was always the sibling you would go to if you hand any problems. and he was always the one holding your hand or cuddling you when you felt upset or frightened. you loved it.
"how is my little sis doing?" he asked, embracing you in his arms and kissing your forehead gently. yup, definitely the softest with you.
"im okay." you giggled, wiping at the yellow war paint on his face. you loved the colour yellow since it matched your eyes.
"well you must be tired because it is way past you bedtime baby, you ought to be asleep!" your father told you, moving away from his ikran to take you out of neteyam's arms and probably off to bed.
bed? you thought. it was only 8:30! something was definitely up.
"no!" you whined. wriggling out of neteyam's grip and running away to hide behind the closest ikran.
however, you only got about two or three steps before you were swept back off your feet and into lo'ak's arms, his grip tight on you.
"oh no you don't" he chuckled, looking at kiri who also laughed at your attempt to get away from bed.
"please! you only just came home, i want to see you!" you spoke as you struggled against lo'ak's tight grip on you. but feeling you move in his arms only made lo'ak's hold on you tighter.
"sorry my love but you're too young to be up this late! plus, me and your father need to discuss something with your siblings." your mother said, sharing a stern glance at your family beside you. well now you knew that 100% something was up.
lo'ak carried you back into the sleeping room of your tent, gently setting you down on your small sleeping matt in the corner at whispering a soft goodnight in your ear before leaving the room.
though your big sister kiri came in a couple minutes later to tuck you in, handing you your little na'vi toy and bending down to quickly kiss your temple and say goodnight.
"love you, y/n". she whispered, before standing up to leave the room. yet, you couldn't help but notice her shoulder's tense before going into the main living room of the tent.
what were your family going to talk about? whatever it was, you were going to find out.
curiosity had always been a big feature in your personality, you were always known as the girl in the village who asked too many questions, but you never thought that as a bad thing. as your father used to say, 'curiosity always killed the cat', but not really knowing what a 'cat' was, you chose to ignore his comment.
anyway, it was now 8:56 in the evening and you had been staring up at your ceiling for about ten minutes, now you decided it was finally time to find out what your family was hiding from you. wether it was a good or bad thing, you still deserved to know. nevertheless you had to make sure your parents thought you were asleep before eavesdropping into their conversation at night, so you decided to wait ten minutes.
after finally feeling that you had waited long enough, you cautiously stood up off your sleeping mat and made your way over to the small hole in your weaved wall, making sure you made no noise as you stood on your tiptoes to peer in.
sure enough, your family were speaking about something.
"listen, today we saw that more space ships are returning on pandora, this means we have to be extra careful when going on trips. got it?" your father spoke to your siblings who were standing in a circle around the fire, each of them giving glances to the other.
what does he mean more space ships? you wonder looking at your fathers unreadable expression.
"got it?" your father spoke clearer, realising he hadn’t gotten an answer from his children.
"yes sir". they all spoke in unison, sharing the same look you couldn’t quite understand.
you were used to your siblings calling your father sir by now, but it had always seemed very odd to you. why did your siblings have to call their father sir when you were not allowed to call him sir at all? it suddenly hit you in that moment just how much you didn’t know about your family and how confusing your life really is.
however, your mother cut your thought stepping in front of jake when she spoke, "your father and i have been doing some speaking and we think it would be better if you were not allowed to go beyond the hallelujah mountains, it is for your own safety from these new threats."
your brothers and sister let out a chorus of protests and complaints, stepping aside from the fireplace and over to your parents.
how could they do this? you thought, you had never seen a sky person that wasn't a scientist before and what did your parents mean about spaceships? this isn't fair!
suddenly, the room went quiet in front of you and all your family turned to look in your direction.
"y/n?" your mother looked straight into your eye.
oh eywa, i must have said that last part aloud, you thought. you were totally busted.
immediately, you backed away from the crack and tried to sprint back to your bed, only to hear your father call, "y/n, we saw you. now please come in here to speak to us."
you sighed as you stepped up off the floor and walked towards the living room. what were you going to say to your parents?
as you stepped into the large room inside of your tent, you were met with looks of disappointment from your parents and stern looks from your siblings, so you just decided to stay in the corner of the room near the door.
"y/n what were you doing listening into our conversation tonight, you know you were supposed to be asleep." your father spoke in his leader voice, this made you flinch against the doorway.
"ma jake." your mother scolded your father. she hated it when your father got too stern with you, she always said you were too young to be spoken too in such a way.
looking guilty as you turned away from the door and to your parents, you spoke. "i just wanted to know what was going on tonight. i saw your worried looks when you came back from the fight today and thought something was up, so i listened into your conversation to make sure nothing bad happened." you fiddled with the beads on your skirt as you spoke.
your parents shared a worried glance before your mother turned to you and uttered, "my love, you should be in bed right now. you are simply too young to need to know what is happening and too young to even understand it, please go back to bed."
but you didn't move to go back to bed, you were too overcome by anger and frustration. it was always that you were too young for anything. when were you ever going to grow up?
taking a couple steps forwards before speaking, you reasoned, "i am tired of being treated like a baby mom and dad! i just want to know what is happening in my life and you guys won't let me because i am 'too young'! i am ten, not four!"
"y/n-" your sister kiri tried to cut you off, but you just continued.
"no kiri! you don't understand. you, neteyam and lo'ak got your first ikrans at the age of nine! i am ten but i am still told everyday that i am 'too young' to do anything on my own, anything! all i want to do is act like other kids my age without having someone peering over my shoulder the whole time! all i want to do is be a normal ten year old!" your voice broke at the end of your speech and you didn't realise you were crying until neteyam was in front of you, using the pads of his thumbs to gently wipe away the tears on your cheeks and using an arm to pull your head onto his stomach.
"y/n", your father kneeled down infront of you before continuing his sentence, "we see your frustrations and know your pain, but please keep in mind you are still ten. ten year olds should not be involved with wars and fighting, they should be at home enjoying their childhood years safe. plus, me and the rest of your family feel as if you are not ready yet to go out on adventures on your own, and that is final." jake stepped up off the ground and pecked a kiss at your forehead, but this only made your anger rise.
not ready to go on adventures on my own? you thought, feeling your little four-fingered hands turn into fists. they are not listening! i'll show them what i am really capable of.
you pushed out of neteyam's grasp, speaking to everyone in the room when you said, "you guys aren't listening! i'll show you that i am not too young, just you wait." after speaking, you ran out of the room and towards the main door, ignoring your families shouts and cries for you to stop.
lo'ak, who you had actually had forgotten was there because he was so quiet, make an attempt to grab your arm. however, you just dodged his hand and sped up your pace before reaching the edge of the cliff infront of you, right next to the ikrans. perfect, you thought.
without thinking about the consequences, you threw yourself onto the closest ikran and connected the bond without a thought.
oh eywa, you were really in trouble now.
this is the first fanfic i have ever written so apologies if it is bad! idk if i will be making a pt 2 to this because it is just a oneshot but we’ll see!
if there are any mistakes in the text please let me know in the comments and i will really appreciate it!
anyway, i hope you enjoy the rest of your day and have fun!
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darling--core · 11 months
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╰┈─➤ ❝ Canine: 80s slasher oc ❞
introducing a new slasher oc: jesse! information about him + a oneshot. this one was harder for me to write because there was less oc x reader content to rely on right off the bad and i could just... never get happy with it. this is what i settled on and it is sort of based on my canon darling for him, but i tried to keep it a lot more vague for you guys 🖤
anyway, it was nice to flex some of the horror muscles again~ i know im sorry its kinda all over the place but 😫 i'll do better in his other posts i SWEAR
gn reader and sfw (aside from.. ya know. the murders)
oneshot word count: 2.6k
tws: death/murder, blood & gore, knives, kidnapping, reader sustains a head injury, implied yandere/obsessive behavior
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🔪 jesse heil, otherwise known as the ghost of mercy rock mall to mercy rock as a whole or 'canine' to the smaller population who swear up and down they've seen him through the broken windows of the abandoned mall, was once a regular teenager in the mid 70s. now, he's a violent urban legend.
🔪 back before the 1976 tragedy, mercy rock mall was the main attraction on the north side of mercy rock, colorado. it has arcades, all the hottest stores, music stores, an ice cream shop, a food court, and even a tiny indoor playground to drop your kids off at while you went shopping. it was a bustling shopping center, fit for the every growing side of town that was quickly becoming the 'good' side of town.
🔪 until the summer of 1976, when a shooter entered the building with his feral dogs. on his own, he claimed nearly twenty lives, with nearly 30 others sustaining bullet & panic related wounds. his dogs wreaked havoc, having been abused and starved, and claimed another five lives themselves.
🔪 one such casualty was that of then 16 year old jesse heil, whose body was never officially recovered. it was assumed he was 'eaten by the dogs.'
🔪 the community healed over time, but the mall itself never recovered. it was closed down within a year.
🔪 over the last nine years, the building has become unrecognizable as it has fallen into disarray. the walls are molding and crumbling, parts of the ceiling are collapsing. the place is a hazard, but it remains untouched– oddly enough, not even vandals and daring teenage punks looking for somewhere easy to spray paint will venture inside.
🔪 now, in 1985, people believe it's haunted, and thats why no one will tear it down. (in reality, the contracts are so messed up & convoluted that none of the contracting companies see any use in trying to straighten them out).
🔪 its well known in the town of mercy rock that you stay away from the ruined mall. people who go in don't come out, and the police are more likely to chalk the stories up to runaway teens than actually investigate. they've never found any bodies before, so they simply don't care.
🔪 still... there's rumors that the mall is more than haunted. that something evil is there, and it's the reason no one comes out of there alive. rumors of something with the face of a dog and long, pitch black hair watching from the shadows.
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"but those are just rumors, right?"
your friend (though 'traveling companion' was more apt) jenna shrugged, taking a heavy drag from the cigarette between her fingers before passing it to her boyfriend, ryan.
“might be, might not be.” she smirked and wiggled her fingers at you, making spooky ‘ooooh!’ noises to mimic a cheap ghost.
“well, do people actually go in there and disappear? or are they really just runaways?” you asked, kicking at the rubble in the empty parking lot, the rubber sole of your shoe making a tiny squeaking sound as it kicked over the damp weeds pushing up through the ruined pavement. you turned your head away from jenna and ryan, looking at the dilapidated building off to your right. you didn’t really believe in ghost stories, but you had to admit, the building was... ominous in the dark.
“i think it’s just a dumb scapegoat,” jenna answered. “no one wants to admit that their kid ran off to do drugs or get hitched, so,” she shrugs, gesturing vaguely to the run down mall, her movements causing the skateboard she was sitting on to slide and bump harmlessly into ryan’s side. “the ghost of mercy rock mall must’ve gotten 'em instead.”
“nah,” ryan shook his head, pushing greasy hair out of his face and blowing smoke directly at you, despite the many times you had asked him not to. “there’s gotta be something up with that place.”
you tune the couple out as they start arguing again. everything seems to make them argue; it’s been like that since you first hitched a ride with them, all the way on the other side of colorado, long before they offered to show you the infamous mall on your way through the city. the outside walls were tagged with various spray-painted profanities and signatures, but there were less than you would have expected for it going on nine years of being abandoned.
“well, let’s just go in and put your little theory to the test then, huh?” jenna snapped, bringing you back to the present as she stood up, slamming her foot down on the end of the board and catching it as it flipped upwards.
“wait–” you started, frowning, but she was already heading across the parking lot towards the front of the building.
ryan got to his feet, grumbling to himself about how much of a bitch jenna was, hardly sparing you a glance over his shoulder as he jogged to catch up to his girlfriend.
“come on!” jenna called back to you, grinning over her shoulder. “don’t tell me you’re scared?”
were you? you couldn’t decide. but you knew you didn’t want to be left alone in this parking lot in the middle of the night, so with a lot of hesitation, you pushed yourself to your feet and trailed after them.
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it didn't matter how many people disappeared, how many people he made disappear... more just kept coming.
he had grown numb to it in the last nine years. the first few kills were fueled by panic and rage, fueled by their terrified expression at seeing his face, the way they were so disgusted by him, the way they were so loud when they screamed. he had only been sixteen. sixteen and terrified. back then, he hadn't really meant to do it at all.
but now, he wasn't sixteen anymore. he was twenty five, if the calendar he scratched into the wall served right. it was easier to get them out of the way before they started making a mess of his home. before they started screaming and crying. before they started insulting him.
he watched you while you sat in the parking lot. your friends finished a bottle of alcohol, smoked and argued, and you watched the ground. you would have all been fine if you just stayed out there... but no.
why did people keep coming? there was nothing here for them anymore. this was his home now, his territory. the only place he was safe, and alone. the only place he could find peace and quiet.
he watched the three of you new intruders head towards the door, though he didn't miss your initial hesitance. the way you lagged behind, and followed so slowly, eyeing the mall like it would swallow you whole. you had a different demeanor than anyone else who had come to trespass before and it gave him pause– but only for a moment.
he narrowed his eyes at the other two as the girl opened her mouth and shouted, 'there's no fucking ghosts, ryan! don't be such a pussy!'
she would likely have to go first.
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the inside of the mall was eerie, and in even worse condition than the outside.
jenna had bravely led you both inside, pushing the collapsing doors aside and shouldering her way in. once inside, she had boldly cupped her hands over her mouth and shouted, "hello? anyway home?" she grinned smugly at the answering echo of her own voice.
confident, she ventured further into the mall, choosing to follow the path to the left, down the east wing. she and ryan cracked jokes to each other, ignoring you almost completely. you, in turn, trailed behind and studied the ruined building. the empty shops, some still full of abandoned merchandise, left you with a strange, empty feeling. you noticed how little graffiti there was on the walls, and couldn't figure out why that was so odd to you.
as you were coming up on a series of doors labeled 'maintenance’ and ‘service room,’ something rattled off to your left, followed by the faint sound of feet scuffling on a dirty floor, scaring all three of you enough to jump. jenna screamed. you put a hand over your heart and let out a long breath when you didn't see anything accompanying the sound.
"see, there's someone in here!" ryan hissed.
"yeah probably a homeless person," jenna muttered, although you didn't miss the way she shifted on her feet and started anxiously picking at her nails. "who else would hang out here?"
you silenced their bickering by speaking up. you figure if someone really was squatting there, you would at least try to be polite. no need to be rude, right? "we're sorry if we intruded, we didn't know anyone was here!"
there was a long pause, and you watched the darkness of the long, wide hallway. you didn't hear anything aside from jenna mumbling behind you about how stupid you were, but you were almost sure you caught the faintest glimpse of... something. something that glimmered, a tiny reflection of light, peeking out of the maintenance closet. it was gone too quickly for you to be sure if was anything at all.
"we'll be leaving now," you tacked on, voice coming out a bit quieter than you meant, but the heavy silence of the mall was weighing down on you, swallowing up your voice. the thought that no one was there at all entered your mind, that your brain was playing tricks on you, making you feel a little silly, but you ignored it. better safe than sorry.
you were just turning back to jenna and ryan to usher them back towards the exit when something silver flew past you, a sharp whistling sound filling the momentary silence.
then ryan was screaming, and you looked on in horror at the knife that was now sticking out of jenna's throat. clumsily, she reached for it, and pulled it out before either of you could think to stop her– warm blood sprayed across your face, and you were too frozen to even scream.
"fuck, jenna! fuck, what the fuck!" ryan screamed, reaching for jenna as she collapsed, the knife clattering to the floor and making you flinch.
your thoughts screamed at you to move, to do anything, but you couldn't get your feet to move. not until you heard the door swing open behind you, and a second knife flew through the air on the other side of you, completely avoiding you but only missing ryan by mere inches.
you dashed forward, grabbing ryan by the arm. "get up, get up, we have to go!" you demanded, voice low, nearly slipping in the pool of blood jenna was lying in. her eyes peered up at you, but she was gone. it was just you and ryan now.
he let you tug him to his feet, leaving jenna much easier than you thought he would. you pushed him in front of you, trying not to focus on the sound of heavy footsteps behind you as you forced ryan to run faster. unfortunately, you were headed deeper into the mall, whoever had killed jenna between you and the way you had all come in.
the only thought on your mind was finding a place to hide, or another exit.
you glanced over your shoulder, and couldn't see anyone following you. it was too dark to see much at all. quickly, you rounded the corner and tugged ryan into one of the empty stalls in the food court, forcing him into the kitchen.
"get down," you hissed at him, pushing him forcefully down to the floor and behind the cover of one of the steel counters. the floor in here was greasy and grimy on your hands as you crawled into place next to him.
"what the fuck, what the fuck," ryan babbled to himself, and you reached out to shush him, a hand over his mouth.
"ryan, please, shut up!" you begged in a harsh whisper. he whimpered against your hand, full body shaking, but his voice died out. slowly, you pulled your hand away. "we'll wait it out! we'll wait them out, and break for the exit. just shut up!"
but as soon as you saw the thin beam of light slide across the dirty floor, flooding in through the crack below the door, you knew hiding wouldn't solve your problem. you had made the wrong choice, and there was nothing you could do but sink further back against the counter and hope by some miracle the killer wouldn't look on this side of it.
the kitchen door swung open, and the soft glow of whatever handheld light the killer was using flooded in, casting heavy shadows across the far wall. their footsteps were heavy as they entered, and you could hear the sound of their breathing. it was muffled, like something was over their face.
you turned to look at ryan and signal for him to be quiet, but almost immediately, he snapped.
“no! i don’t want to die! fuck, kill them!” ryan shrieked, and before you knew it, he was pushing you out of your hiding place, forcefully enough to knock your head into the side of the counter. it sent you sprawling out onto the floor, directly into the beam of light.
dizzy, vision going spotty from the hit to your head, you looked up into the light, and wondered idly of it was the last thing you would see. ryan was still screaming his head off to your left, babbling and begging.
the light moved– but not towards you. it shifted towards ryan, and you felt the breeze of someone walking past you. they were headed for ryan, and you thought dully that you should stop them, but you were staring to feel queasy as well, the room spinning around you.
you shuffled, forcing yourself to your feet. "wait," you groaned, but it was too late.
"what the fuck?!" were ryan's final words before his shrieking reached a fever pitch, hurting your ears– before it cut out into wet gurgling sounds and low pitched moans. a dark figure stood in front of him, blocking most of the carnage from your view.
"fuck," you muttered, and stumbled backwards towards the door. it felt like the floor was moving beneath you– you pitched forward with the vertigo, barely catching yourself on the edge of the door as you spun towards it. your face felt damp; was it sweat, or blood?
you just barely stumbled out of the kitchen and back into the food court when a pair of strong arms circled around your waist, pulling you backwards.
you kicked and whined, but your voice was caught in your throat, halfway between a sob and being worried you might throw up. before you knew it, you were being pinned against the wall, blinking through the double vision as a light shined directly in your eyes.
you gasped, panic seizing your lungs and making it hard to breathe.
"why aren't you screaming?"
the voice was masculine, deep and gravelly, nearly the point of sounding uncomfortable, catching you off guard. it takes you a second to process his question, and another to process that he was waiting for you to answer him.
"n-no point," you groan, teeth chattering together. "you'll kill me either way, right?"
his hand, clad in a black glove, enters your field of vision, heading for your face. you flinch lightly, which gives him pause, but he continues. he pokes at your forehead, and it burns. you suck in a breath at the sting.
"...were they your friends?"
what kind of sick game was this? you squinted your eyes against the harsh light, but still couldn't see who was speaking to you. would he kill you faster if you played along, or if you didn't? did it matter either way?
"no," you answer honestly once you feel his grip on your upper arm tighten, perceiving it as a warning.
"...he hurt you."
when the man pulled his free hand back, the fingers of his glove were wet with blood. you felt woozy, like you couldn't stand up straight anymore. the grip on your arm tightened again.
finally, the blood loss from your head wound was catching up to you. your vision closed in, blacking out until there was nothing left, not even the harsh light from the killer's flashlight. you vaguely felt something supporting you, strong arms catching you as you crumbled, and just before you passed out, you wondered if you would ever wake up again.
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jesse's heart hammered in his chest. what was this feeling? why was he so warm? so... jittery?
why hadn't he killed you already?
it would have been so easy to take you out before the other one, 'ryan' he believed he had heard you say. you were injured and sick, and ryan was cornered. but he hadn't done that. he had seen the way ryan gave you up immediately, sacrificing you without a second thought, and hurting you in the process.
and jesse had been so angry. angrier than he thought he ever had been in his life.
and now here you were, unconscious and bleeding in his arms. it would be even easier to kill you now. but... he didn't want too. for the first time in years, he looked down at another person, and didn't want to hurt them. what the fuck kind of magic powers did you have to do that to him?
he brushed a gloved finger over your face. you didn't flinch, or even stir.
without really thinking about it, jesse hoisted you into his arms. he cradled you into his chest, maneuvering carefully out of the food court to keep from bumping you into anything. he went through a checklist of what he would need to clean and bandage your wound, trying to think of anything else except for the way looking at you made his chest feel tight.
he returned you to the service room, the room he had made his home. he laid you gently on the mattress he had stolen from the rundown home goods store at the other end of the mall, and studied your face.
was this worth it? you would wake up soon. you would probably scream and cry and beg, like all the rest. you would see his mask, or his face, or the scars all over his body, and you would find him disgusting, just like all the rest.
but... there was a little voice in the back of his head. maybe you wouldn't. maybe you would be different. you had made it this far. the sound of your voice didn't hurt his ears.
he stood, making up his mind. if you screamed, if you saw him and panicked... he would kill you. but only then.
he tried to ignore how terrible the thought of killing you made him feel.
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todayispeia · 1 year
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✩°。‘ A POE CUP TO REMEMBER
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xavier thorpe x fem!reader
words: 3k
genre: smut, slowburn romance (kinda), flirting, teasing, fingering
a/n: im not great at creating a fanfic, so expect grammatical errors and typo’s ahead !! i hope you enjoy this ♡
you were the new student at nevermore. you were assigned to be roommate with the girl named enid. she was practically a werefolf and a all-rounder gossip girl at the school. she tour you to the hallway where all the students gather there, there was a werewolves, sirens, and many more. “oh, and that girl bianca, he dated our tortured artist, xavier thorpe” she said, pointing the guy who was painting at the wall. he looked at you and not a minute he continues to focus at his drawing.
after the tour, you relaxed a while at your dorm. it was raining outside, “enid, i’m just gonna go downstairs, just catching some raindrops” you said. enid just nodded and continue to dance all by herself. while walking outside, you saw the statue falling above you, but someone pushes you away from it. causing yourself to be unconscious.
after the incident where the statue almost hit you on the head, luckily a student saved your life.
you wake up at the room, seeing a guy beside you, he was already standing, perhaps waiting for you to open your eyes. you immediately get up causing him to sit quickly. “nurse said you dont have a concussion, anyway, im glad you’re awake” he muttered. ”its because im not, and will never be. and the last thing i remember is i was walking alone 'til i saw a statue falling to me.” you said while looking at him. “and, how did you even get there that fast? i believe there was no one when i walked there, i was alone” you added, it was a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. he clicks his tongue before replying to your statement, “call it instinct” he said. “instinct, huh? well, dont expect me to gave you a gratitude or something. its quite unreal to myself giving someone like that” you said while fixing your posture to face him. “mm-hmm. you know, most people just say thank you” he said, looking at you. “i didn't even requested to be rescued that time” — “and you thought i should have just let that thing smash you to mush?” he replied. “i mean, i could have just save myself” you said while crossing your arms. “too much independent would cause you trouble” he scoffs, you couldn't help but to laugh at what he just said. “id rather have a lots of independent, if i will be honest.” you said, “i know you aren't asking my name, but, im xavier thorpe. you’re the new student here, right? the last time we met, i was about two feet shorter, and 40 pounds heavier” he said, “ah, yes. i do remember you, the guy who was painting earlier on the walls. im y/n ” you muttered. “y/n, sounds good” he said. “i believe i can go now, yes? well, see you around, xavier.” you said, getting up to exit the room. “yeah, see you too” he said looking at you.
a few werewolves were howling at the night. you and enid went to the window to check out. “if you really are a werewolf, why aren't you howling like them?” you asked, its quite different to encounter a werewolf not howling when its full moon. “i cant. my mom says some wolves are late bloomers, but i have been to the best lycanologist” she muttered, she only had a claw, which is awesome because of how she painted it with vivid colors. “i had to fly to milwaukee, would you believe it?” she said, toning disgusted at herself. “what happened next?” you asked, you were interested at it because of how different she was than other wolves here in nevermore. “i would be a lone wolf” she muttered, looking down. “thats quite sorrowful to know about you, what would happen if ever you didn’t wolf out yet?” you said, while you continue to asked her about her condition. “i uh... i’d be kicked out of my family pack with no prospect of finding a mate” she said, the tone was a bit aching to feel. its like a mixture of disappointed and rage of anger. “you’ll wolf out, someday. i can feel it” you said, cheering her up. “thanks, y/n. i do hope so”
the school announce that nevermore will be attending to a harvest festival this night. “hey, are you excited for this event?” enid asked, smiling at you. “yeah, well i guess. i’ll just play some games there basically” you said, smiling a little. “thats great, well, this event me and ajax will meet there too. im so excited!” she said. after arriving at the event, enid and you decided to split up there since she said she was gonna meet ajax, her crush basically. you walked around and play darts, it was a basic one, obviously. while playing, xavier went to you, “jeez, didnt know you get any better at this, i bet you can catch the big one toy here” he said already looking to you. “im good at any games, i have played this since i was seven” you muttered, the balloons went popping and popping 'til you win. “quite a good shot” he compliment, “why dont you go search for your hobbies rather than talking to me” you muttered, looking at him to see that he was smiling. “all right, well then, i’ll play these darts too” he said while keeping his smile there. he was quite great at shooting the darts in the balloon too, there was an emotion that pops up to you out of nowhere. it was a feeling that you had a long time ago, but you couldn't understand what that is, so you shrugged it away. “hey, is your mind full of thoughts?” xavier said, tapping your shoulders. you look at him with a wide eyes, you were spaced out because of the thoughts. you look at him holding a cute bear beside him, seem’s that he win the game too.
“everyone, the principal said we should go watch the fireworks!” a student shouted at the crowds. “we should get going now, y/n” xavier said, pulling you out of the crowds to watch the fireworks. you didn't respond but just nodded at him. the fireworks were amazing, different colors, both of you were smiling each other. “seems that you had a great smile hiding there” he said, smiling at you. you couldn't help but giggled at what he said. it feel like a spark was creating that day, you thought to yourself. “hey y/n? i have something to ask” he muttered, turning around to face you. “spit it out” you said, looking at him. “are you going to the poe cup competition?” he asked, smiling. it looks like he was expecting you to see there. “oh, well, i think i would join too. and i’ll go at enid’s team, if ever she would join too” you said.
and so, the poe cup competition begins. you saw enid and the other students designing the boat. it was black and the design was like a cat figure. you went to look it more closer, enid notice you and wave. “so, you’re going to the poe cup competition?” she asked, smiling as always. “yeah, and i decided that i wanted to be part of your team, if thats what it calls” you muttered. “great! because our team will be having a cute black cat outfit this upcoming event! im sure you’ll love it” she said. “hm, maybe i will. i would check it out if there’s a costume published now” you replied. while enid was helping the others with the boat, you walked away silently and moved somewhere. while looking at the areas, you saw xavier at the archery. he was quite bad at it. you moved closer to have conversations with him, even in a small amount of time. “bad shot, i think you need a mentor for that” you said, crossing your arms. he looked at you with disbelief, “didnt see you coming, are you interested in archery or you’re here to entertain me instead?” he said, smirking while he tried for the second time. “actually, i was just lurking around here, until i saw you” you replied. you started to pick up the bow and a arrow to tried it out. “have you ever tried to handle a bow and shoot an arrow?” he asked. “we’ll see what i can do” you said, you prepared your bow and arrow to shoot it in the red spot. the luck was on your side, the sharp of the arrow went thru to the red spot. while xavier, he was quite impressed at what you did. “impressive, i already think to your statement earlier that you should be my mentor instead” he said, smirking at you. “dont gave me that look, it’s intriguing” you said. “well, see you in the competition, i bet you’ll look nice” you said and swiftly walked away. “is that a flirt or a compliment?” he shoutedly asked to you.
it is now class time and you walked over to the following schedule. you saw bianca and the other sirens looking at you. “there’s an open spot next to me” xavier spoked, you walked beside him and sit. looks like he was sketching something, more like a spider. he moves his hand only to make the sketch of his to move in reality. you can say that it was quite impressive that a sketchy spider can be alive in just by his hands. “admit it, you’re a little impressed” he muttered, looking at you with a smile. “hate to admit that you’re right, i was impressed in that magical hands of yours” — “wanna know what this magical hands can do?” xavier said, you looked at him with a disgust, but your insides says otherwise.
it is now the competition for the poe cup, enid’s team was labeled as black cats, its quite attractive. “hey, y/n! your costume is at the tent! you can wear it now” she said, smiling at you. “oh, thats great news. i’ll go wear it now.” you muttered, the outfit was fitted, and the ears fitted well to you. “OMG, you look purr-fect!” enid said, she walked back to help the others with the whiskers. while xavier walked towards you, “didnt know you’ll look good in black, y/n” he said, looking up and down at you. “you look like a serial killer clown at that costume of yours, thats more than a word attractive to me” you replied, smirking at him. “i considered that as a flirt, i’ll get back that” he said while smiling, he went on to his team and sat on the boat. it was now all settled, everyone was on the boat now. while you were focusing, you notice xavier was looking at you, you went to look at him but he looked to another direction. “i want to wrlcome you all to the edgar allan poe cup!” — “this is one of nevermore’s proudest annual traditions, dating back 125 years. each team must row across to raven island, pull a flag from crackstone’s crypt, and hustle back without sinking or being sunk. first team to cross the finish line with their flag wins the cup and bragging rights for a year, as well ss some special privileges. ”
“let the poe cup begin!” a sound of shotgun bang to the air and all teams swiftly sweep in the lake. one of the teams were suddenly drag on the side of the lake, causing them to bump into the giant figure and sunk. you immediately figured out that someone was trying to ruin the teams, so you immediately made up a plan. you remembered before the competition that you requested enid to put some traps or any thing that can capture in the lake. and this was the great time, you click the button and immediately figured it out that there was a mermaid nearby your boat that was about to sabotage. luckily it was now wrapped by a fishnet and no longer can bother your team. as your boat hit the next task, “stay here and make sure the other teams can't sabotage our boat. im gonna get the flag and perhaps, distract some jokers” you said to enid, you quickly run to the woods to find the crackstone’s crypt, you saw xavier there so you quickly hide from a tree to sabotage him. when you saw xavier is now nearby to you, you rush to pull him somewhere. “hey! we still have a competition, what were you thinking?” he asked, you quickly covered his mouth as you both made your way to the crackstone’s crypt where your flag was. “shush your mouth or my mouth will do it for you” you said while you picked up your team’s flag. “as if your mouth can make me shut up, prove it then” he said pulling you closer to him, you were furious because of what he said, the tone was underestimating you. you pull him closer to gave him a peck of kiss, and run away from him. he was about to gave it all but all he gotten was frustration from you for teasing, as you now go back to your teams, xavier also came back as well. while your team is at the lake coming back for the finish line, the mermaid was back again at the lake, trying to destroy your team’s boat, but you didn’t want to disappoint your friend neither anyone. so, you decide to swim over down to pull the mermaid back on what he needs to be. you pull his tail down to the lake and luckily, he swim away. you went back to the boat because of the water suffocating your lungs. your team fastly sweep the lake back to the nevermore, you and the team also sabotage the bees boat to slow them down. luckily, your team won after the competition. a lots of students was shocked after the competition, because all they knew is that bianca, herself, will always win. not until you were now part of the nevermore.
not until xavier pulled you to his dorm. you knew you’re fucked up.
“oh, so you’re into teasing, isn’t? teasing me in the middle of competition, you planned this, didn’t you y/n?” he asked, he was now pinning you against the wall, letting out his anger and frustrations at you. “would you be done if i said yes? or what? you’re gonna do something to me, you little fratboy” you muttered, you moved away yet his hands grab you and push you to bed. “oh yeah? actually, i have something to confess before i start something fun” he said while looking up and down to you with a smirk. “spit it out xavier, i dont wanna wait” you stated, “you know, ever since the harvest festival, i already have feelings for you. and i cant get you off my mind, and in the meantime, i’ve always wanted to have intimate with you, hopelessly devoted to get you” he said, you were shocked after what he just said. you didn’t know what to feel, the heat was getting higher and higher, it was so intense. all this time trying to shrug your feelings towards him, he finally cleared it out. you couldn’t express it properly so you pulled him to a kiss, he kissed back to you that is no eager, so needy. it looks like he have been waiting patiently for this to happened. his tongue swiftly made his way to your mouth, causing you to moan in the kiss, his hands went thru your boobs to massage it softly, your back arch because of it. both of you cut the kiss to breath first. “your outfit looks good, but you’ll look good without them, love” he said, pulling off your costume. “i didnt know jokers were into rough sex, quite fascinating to discover” you muttered, taking off his hat and running your fingers to her hair. “oh dont worry, my magical hands can do so much in you, also my mouth. just watch” he muttered, after he successfully took off your costume, you also pulled his clothes off and throw it somewhere in the room.
“lay down” he demanded, you did what he told to avoid more argues. “well look at that, such a beautiful sight for my eyes. its more than what i sketch about this” he muttered, he leans closer to your core and gives it a lick. you muffled at his action, “dont f-fucking tease xavier, please” you begged, he looked at you with a smirk in his face. “that’s a revenge for making me hard on the competition, beg more, love, maybe i can give what we both needed” he suggested, rubbing circles in your pussy. “p-please, xavier... i-i didn’t really meant to tease you that time, i j-just really want to feel your lips. please, xavier” you explained, arching your back to give signals to him to continue. “i’ll believe for now” he said, as he positioned himself at your core to have a taste. he leans closer and licks it. you moaned his name causing him to continue to eat you out. he puts kisses and licks at your pussy, even biting it, causing you to moaned loudly and continuously arch your back several times. but xavier wasn’t satisfied with, he push a finger inside of you while he continues to eat you out. you pulled his hair while continuously moaning his name. “fuck, your mouth is really good, p-please continue, im close” you said while rolling your eyes because of the pleasure. xavier nodded and pushes one more finger inside you and started to push in and out with a more pace of speed. while his mouth is busy tasting you more and more. “a-ah! im coming!” you shouted, “come on me love” in the exact time he said that, you come in his mouth. he took off his fingers and licks it, tasting you. “you taste delicious than my daily meal” he muttered, leaning you for a kiss, the kiss was passionate. you kissed back and wrapped your arms around his neck. “i’ll help you clean up, and overall, what happened between us is amazing. and i want to ask you out for a date after?” he said, “of course, and, we’re gonna be lovers after all” you replied.
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youn9racha · 2 years
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Morning After
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pairing: bang chan x afab!reader
genre: smut
synopsis: you and your boyfriend, chan, are often the type to have rough and kinky sex for good fun, and you two have no issue with it. however, you two also enjoy the casual lovemaking that binds both of your love with each other.
warning: piv, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), love making porn, references of d/s, switch!chan, switch!reader, pet names (baby), another rushed ending
words: 1.3k
a/n: yikes so this is KINDA self insert 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ which is why its kinda bad but its whatever, i love chan hehe. i only said kinda because i made it second pov because im not selfish 👹 humble queen 💆‍♀️anyways, sorry for this rushed work, and no i will not proof read it so suck on that !1!!!!1!!! also listening to lovers rock by tv lovers while working on this piece lowkey hit different.
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This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.
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The sun bloomed between the curtains but didn’t budge the couple that was presumably slumbering underneath the blankets. It wasn’t the case necessarily; you and Chan were facing each other as you fluttered your eyes open, rejoicing at the sight of you two laying side by side. He pulls you in closer, trying to intake the warmth of your naked skin against his, along your morning plump lips against his. They were slightly chapped, but you didn’t care as you had him in your arms.  
“Good morning,” Chan muttered against your lips when pulling away, his morning raspy voice escaping his loving lips that perked up in a smile. You smiled back at him as you held his neck, eyes filled with adoration, “good morning, my love.”
You pulled him in after that whisper and continued to have his lips on yours, but this time it was much more passionate and less chaste than the last one. He grabs your hips closer to him, placing you on top of him, chest to chest as you held his shoulders and began to kiss down his jaw and neck. His fair neck and collarbones were already painted with a few red hickeys, and that inspired you to draw more on him as you grazed the untouched skin. He sighs in contentment as he lifts his head slightly to create more space.
“I miss this so much,” he spoke to mask any upcoming groan from the soft spot you’ve hit, “I miss you…” he breathed audibly as he held the back of your head. You pulled yourself away from his neck and looked back at his puppy, honey brown eyes, showing you his sparkly pleading look, “please… wanna be inside you…” his voice was gentle and hushed as he looked at you most earnestly.
It’s not so often Chan shows this side of him, he always comes off as more dominant in the relationship, which you didn’t mind, and it shows in the bedroom very clearly. But the more he showcases his submissive side, the more you cherish it, especially when it’s sudden like right now. The other day, he was the opposite; he was dominant, demanding, and assertive yet affectionate, a whole different look to the puppy-eyed man who wants to be cared for who is lying underneath you—a pleasant duality you would say.
 You smiled down at him and without audibly responding, you grabbed his semi-hard cock and lightly grind on it, which caused him to shudder and let out a close mouth whine at the feeling of your wet slit contacting his shaft.
You ground a bit more before his cock started to erect fully, and there you slid yourself in, making you gasp at the feeling of being full by Chan’s girth and length. While adjusting, you looked down at Chan’s flushed face and held his face to make him look back at you, “you like that, baby?”
He nodded with a smile as his fingers ran through your thighs, “yes… you can move when you want to.”
You giggled slightly at his consent, grabbing both of his hands and placing them on your hips, silently telling him that he can control the pace if he wants to and to show you how good he feels. There, you began moving your hips at a slow pace, making you two gasp at the pleasant feeling as well as Chan lightly squeeze your hips. You held his shoulders as you lifted your hips up and down as you moan at how good you felt around him, stretching you out so good and praising him for being the way he is.
“You’re so good to me, Channie,” you paused to whine and roll your head as the sensation between your hips was too pleasant to speak, “God, I love you so much, Channie…”
“You’re all I have, baby—fuck, I love you more than you can imagine,” Chan rasped out before being interrupted by a whine from him.
At that point, you two weren’t having sex, this exceeds it on another level. Claiming each other’s affections while praising and complimenting each other’s beauty and existence, all the while you were pleasuring each other at a steady gentle pace.
On any other day, this pace would not occur, especially since you two were very active and could get animalistic when needed to. But at this rare time, you two just wanted a slow and romantic time together, without any degradation, name-calling, rough play, role play, and vice versa. Either way, you both could agree that any activity together you two had, whatever that is, is fun.
It was evident how well you two felt just evident with how Chan’s grip on your hips was getting harder enough to bruise and you just moaned out his name repeatedly.
From Chan’s point of view, the way the sunlight hit your face and body made you look like a goddess in front of him, he looked at you with awe. To yourself, you probably thought that you looked unkempt and gross, in contrast to the handsome, straight out of an aesthetic museum of a boyfriend, who is whining at the way you move on top of him. However, Chan didn’t—never saw you in that way, his admiration just increased by a heartbeat.
“Channie, are you close?” You gently asked through your moans as you sensed he was getting close to orgasm based on the way he held your hips and began lifting you up and down at a quicker pace than usual.
He only groaned and nodded in response, his face twisting as his stomach clenched at the sensation of his nether region began heating up. He began thrusting his hips upwards, making you yelp at the sudden action. His dominant hand let go of your hip as he began rubbing your clit, you squealed slightly, surprising you in every way as usual.
“Come with me… I want you to come with me,” He muttered, hoping it would be comprehensible to you, which thankfully it did as you pulled his hand back to your hips and rubbed yourself instead. Chan cursed and whined at the angelic sight in front of him, “Can I come inside you? Please, please, I want my cum all in you, baby,” his words were broken through his mewls and while you couldn’t respond back in clear words either, you managed to say something in response.
“Come in me,”
And there, he yelped as he spilled himself in sloppy upwards thrust inside your warm now cum-covered walls, that is now slightly dripping out of you the more he thrusts himself to the point of overstimulation, only so you could come with him as well. He whimpers as the feeling was getting overwhelming but thankfully, you followed through with the orgasm as shown by the way you threw your head back and yelped out how good you felt. After coming down, you two panted, you dropped into his chest, him still inside you. He wrapped his arms around your naked figure, looking down at you breathlessly with a smile.
“God, you were so fucking incredible, you know that?”
You only laughed at his comment as you held him even closer, ignoring the warm sensation dripping down your thighs, and closing your eyes as you listened to his heartbeat. You felt his fingers run across your back, making you catch goosebumps and him giggle quietly in response.
“You know, I meant what I said earlier,” You said, eyes still closed and concentrating on his heartbeat.
“I know… and I meant everything I said as well.”
You got up and looked back at Chan, now you two are eye to eye, “I love you so fucking much, Bang Christopher Chan,”
He chuckled as he looked at you endearingly before kissing you on the nose, “and I love you more, (y/f/n).”
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lovelykil · 3 months
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Hiii can I request hcs for killua with an so who smokes?? Like weed and vape and stuff like that she’s just someone who enjoys getting high yk? Like would he be against it and try to get her to quit or would’ve he want to try it or and if so do you think he’d get high w her often? I love your work btw I go to your page almost everyday to see if you’ve posted anything you’re honestly one of my favorite writers on here 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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headcanons—
: ➛killua
hc; reader who smokes
cw; 🌬🍃
note; STOP IM blushing tysm 😞
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“are you seriously high right now”
I think he would lowkey try it, I mean hell whatever it's just some plant right?
first time he took a hit he either didn't have a reaction or coughed till tears fell out of his face while you tried not to laugh, attempting to help him.
then again I'm pretty sure he would be immune to the cannabis though I'm not entirely sure but for the sake of this headcanon he's not
anyway vaping? I'd assume he thinks vaping is pretty lame, just smoke weed pussy
he actually told you this one time lmao
"do you wanna hit my vape kil?" You held the device, shaking it slightly in your grasp.
he looks at you then the vape.
"vape?"
"yeah, it's watermelon flavored." You smile.
he looks unamused, scoffing at your confused face.
"you're a loser you know."
you almost drop the vape, feeling your eyebrows furrow from annoyance.
"you could've just said NO ASSHOLE"
"no, you needed to know" a cat-like grin paints his face.
killua would probably get high a few times with you just because. He sees you outside and you're already passing the rolled-up joint to him.
"I feel like you only wanna be with me when I'm smoking." You tease, watching him inhale. he takes the rolled-up paper out of his mouth and exhales.
"you're an idiot, of course that's not why." He turns to look at you. You grab the joint back and shrug, "whatever you say." You scoot closer to him and look up at the night sky.
you get high ALOT, while he's not that much into it. He doesn't really realize you do it like 24/7 till you guys get assigned a mission.
like take example the ant arc, training to fight knuckle. Of course you trained, but you actually sneaked away to get yourself seeing rainbows then made yourself back inside.
you, kil, and gon walk your way to where knuckle was. You're currently in the back of the two seeing the sky turn all sorts of peculiar colors as you giggle unconsciously.
the continuous laughing eventually makes killua a little annoyed while gon grows a tad bit concerned.
"y/n are you okay? You've been laughing the past 5 minutes." the ravenette stops, turning around. Killua does the same with his arms crossed, staring at you.
"cause the sky is telling me jokes, there's a talking cloud his name is George." You point up. The boys follow your finger, looking up. The boys look at each other having a mutual puzzled expression.
as kil looked down it finally hit him, his eyes meet yours and he could just see those glossy red eyes of yours. He rubs his face with a grumble.
"oh my god."
"hey y/n you kinda have a weird strong scent coming from you."
now at this point he grasps the intensity of this situation and tells you to maybe lay off the weed for a bit, as a concerned friend or if you guys are together
a concerned BOYFRIEND
he doesn't want you to fuck up your brain, cares for you to much.
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baldeslut · 6 months
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im going to be doing little kinktober blurbs because… im horny 🤫🤫
Rewarding
Praise kink + squirt
Alejandros lips left a wet mark on your forehead as he gave you a kiss after his winning game. Both of you got home celebrating as he sat down on the couch wearing those grey sweatpants (such a slutty take ale). You could’ve swore you saw his dick twitch as he sat down. It was now a staring contest between you and his lap taking slight glances trying not to get caught, unfortunately but fortunately he saw you. “Amor..? Well I see, I’ve won the game and i think I’m missing something. What do you think” He took a glance down to where you were looking as a slight smirk grew on his lips.
Your head nearly the height of his hard cock as you started off at the tip, slowly working down and eventually taking it whole. Humming against his cock made him see stars as he clearly struggled to hold back hid groans. He tugged on your hair as he neared his high as the typical sensation hit the roof of you mouth. On the spot his hips started to slowly thrust now mouth fucking you. “B-bebé, you’re mouth is so fucking goodd-” his dick spewed cum as it painted your mouth white. You swallowed every drop being generous with it as you worked your way back to the tip. His fingers intertwined in your hair as he gently pulled his fingers out of it. You whimpered as the slight sting of your hair being pulled itched you, but it turnt Ale on even more. “Get on your back, right now.” Alejandro demanded and you did as what he said.
His hands slowly widened both your legs with slight pressure, looking in your eyes and the wet spot in your panties. Despite him not touching you yet it felt like hell, it felt like being teased as he just switched between staring deep in your eyes and when he’s gonna take your panties off. He fondled with the red laced hem of your panties as he slowly pulled them down, a string of your wetness dripping down too. He groaned at the sight of your throbbing pussy, as it ached to be eaten out. “Fuck bebé..” he groaned under his breath. “Alejandro, jus-” you got cut off as a gasp left your mouth. The boy in between your thighs eating you out, licking a stripe down. Suddenly his tongue started to dip in and out your wet core, nothing but squelching, heavy breathing and moans filled the room. “B-baby, uhh its too good mmh.” That was enough to praise him. Alejandro loved his reward after a game so he went faster lapping on your dripping cunt. As soon as he felt your walls starting to tighten, he wrapped his lips around your clit releasing a filthy moan that left your mouth. The incoming orgasm made a pressure on your lower abdomen that just couldn’t help you from screaming your boyfriend’s name.
“Ah i know it already bebé, squirt for me.” He listened to you moaning his name like a lustful symphony. Your legs wrapped around his back as your juices coated him as he tried to catch it with his mouth. The sheets drenched as his warm lips continued to kiss your clit, like he wanted more of your squirt. Your back arched off the bed as it became uncontrollable, he clearly looked thirsty for more. The juices dripped off his chin as he wiped it away with his wrist. He scooped you onto the couch as he started a bath and renewing the sheets.
This was sure his reward.
A/N: i kinda think it didn’t take the lines of praise kink but im tired, its 1:47 am😭😭 but im horny and wanted to write sooo….
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jaylleoo14 · 4 months
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TW: BOTMM is a short drabble leading up to Keratoconus Entrapment. Although nothing explicit happens in this drabble be wary that the following will contain such themes/mentions (along with Keratoconus Entrapment): Horror/dark themes, deaths/murders, butchering/gore, unsettling descriptions, kidnapping, gen violence, blackmailing, alcohol, partying, corruption, morphed views of artistic expression, manipulation and gaslighting. All characters are aged up, you have been warned 
This idea sparked while I was listening to an audio and I was like "hmm, i like how ominous and spooky this can be." then suddenly boom, Jade Leech has spawned. So hear me out okay WAIT IM ACTUALLY KINDA SCARED RN BECAUSE SO MUCH IS BEING ENVISIONED IN MY MIND😭🙏 :') Okay but as the ideas kept on racking and stacking on top of each other I started to get a little "oh wow, this is actually starting to sound kinda good tho-" (im envisioning an uncanny Jade rn and i'm scared-)
Have you heard?
Heard of what?
The Mushroom Man who lives down Rocker Lane.
I. From paints to charcoal, to clay to wood. Then to pencil and pen, then back to your roots of finger painting on cardboard.
You've always had this sort of love for drawing. Since you were little you can recall your mother had always talked about how you were such an artistic child. A crafty one at that. Your dad was always telling his friends that his child was always so expressive and imaginative whenever the topic was brought up. Continuing on keeping up with art along your adolescence, to middle school, to then high school, you felt like you knew what you wanted to do. That being why you decided to go pursue an art major.
The university you are going to attend, University of Arts in Atlantica, was where you'd be heading on over next. Its a funny feeling in your stomach really, moving out and all and going to meet new people as you drift away from your old ones. The feelings welt up inside you slowly, feeling a sad weight bringing you down. You'd be staying in a co-ed dorm, at least then you'd be able to hopefully meet new people and make more friends. That's one of the main things you were looking forward to. It's time to look on the positive side here, and as you make your daily affirmations to yourself you bring out your phone to go to your notes app to remind yourself of the good things that happened and what to look forward to.
I saw a man helping his old relative (not sure) down a street earlier. That was really nice.
I saw some black cats cuddling with each other near the grass yesterday
the weather is nice today, it's not too windy and the sun is out high
I was able to pack another box of my stuff, I should go reward myself now
I was able to send in my resume for a job application nearby. I should also reward myself because I did a good job at tending to it.
Oh, that's right. You recently did submit a job application. You submitted it to a bakery oddly enough.
Art comes in many different shapes and forms, and you personally had another interest. That being the culinary arts. For at least once in your life you wanted to experience the working life of a culinary student, and although pursuing it as a career plan wasn't your solid choice - it was one of the options. And thankfully enough, the man there who skimmed through your resume seemed rather gentle about your chances. Hopefully you get the job, I mean you have plenty of experience before as well with handling and decorating foods. That was the main thing you were interested in. Sure you do enjoy baking, but it was the expression of being able to decorate cakes and pastries there that you were more eager to do.
Trey was the person who introduced himself first, claiming that his family owned the business. After the whole process of submission for your intended new job, something blue catches your eye. A natural call of curiosity causes you to divert your eyes a little away from Trey- who was finishing up the bases of what's to expect- and see a tall man through the window of the kitchen door. He had teal short hair, a longer black length of hair tucked behind his ear and his eyes looked rather sharp and lifted from the side. If for just a moment of observation, Trey caught where your eyes were distracted at.
"Oh, well it's still business hours, you know. He's another employee working here as well. If you get the job you'll see him more frequently." He says it so casually, but you would really hope you do get the job. Fiddling your fingers a little, you show a bit of anxiousness but you keep it professional. "What are the chances of me getting hired? I'm really eager to get this position."
A thoughtful look is splayed on his face, his glasses framing them well. "Well your past work seems promising. It doesn't look professional enough for it to display but I'm sure with enough practice it may work. Just wondering though, you're an art student, yes? Do you think you'd manage the hours alongside your classes?"
His words were a little hard for you to hear but you greatly needed it, a set reminder that you really still are an inexperienced culinary artist if anything. However you proceed to give him a determined answer. "Yes, I'll manage. I will uphold my duties responsibly, please consider taking me."
"They seem eager, don't you agree Trey?" Both your attention is turned and directed on the voice who spoke from behind, the teal haired man coming forward. He had a black plain apron on with the logo of a clover on his right chest, a white chef shirt on as the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. “Eagerness and experience are two separate things. I’ll consider it, don't worry.” 
Not knowing what to say, the teal haired man turns his attention onto you. You both meet each other's eyes and his lips curve more upward to be more inviting and polite. “Oh how rude of me, where are my manners? You can address me as Jade Leech.” He goes over to shake your hand as a formal greeting, and ever since then things have been going alright. Would you look at that, you got the job! And you’ve already moved in, meeting friendly people from all over with wild stories to tell. “Ugh, such an extroverted thing to do. I could never.” Idia’s voice is made metallic through your phone as you tell him about how you plan on going to this frat party to welcome the new incoming people. It was a new time of your life, why not let loose and meet new people? “Your reasoning still stinks. Imagine all the sweaty smelly bodies you’d bump into there. Not only that but eee! So many loud normies! My HP would already max out by the time I get there, definitely not.” 
“Look, I’ll be back soon okay? I want to try and enjoy this night before anything real happens like classes and work.” Bringing your coat on, you sling over a fanny pack over your torso with all the required things for what you can expect at this frat party. “If you don't let me know that you came home safely I’ll be adding modifications into that device of yours.” A simple reassurance is all it takes for him to hang up and with some worn converse shoes you slip out of your room. 
Clink!
Here's to a new school life. Surrounded by other lively participants of party go-ers, you hold a drink of alcohol in your cup. Everyone seems to have a good time, the music is blasting, the people are dancing and enjoying their time, and you have crazy party go-ers here climbing the roofs and pulling crazy stunts. It's quite the impression really. Taking a step outside all the way to where the cars are parked from the frat house, you take a deep breath and catch yourself a breather. Idia was right for the most part, and for this to be your first time at a frat party it was definitely overwhelming. However one thing for sure was that you were able to meet new people and enjoy your time there, just needed a little break is all. 
Little did you know though, that nearby deep in hidden trees and bushes laid a beaten up person. Most likely dead. No, definitely dead. For Jade Leech is always one to ensure that the deal is done. Frat parties, loud music, drunken party go-ers, it was all the perfect set up for him to strike and take advantage of. Who would know if just a person or two went missing? Especially ones who come by themselves. He’s got an eye for people you could say, with the way his eyes are arched up so meticulously. The location was just too good to miss out as well. Here it’s a little more isolated with vegetation growing around, the house being more secluded due to its bigger land. Blood is soaked into the dirt, his smile content that the earth is gaining some nutrition. 
Oh, what a surprise. He sees a familiar figure in the distance leaning up against one of the cars on the dirt path. It’s you. He could strike, but it would cause trouble. You aren’t his target. At least not yet. He can play a patient game, and a patient game he will play. The future awaits many things for the two of you, so until then, enjoy your fresh new life and your new job. You clock in the day following tomorrow, where Jade will surely start to learn more about you. And as much as he will learn about you, you my dear reader, will surely start to learn about him much more than what ordinary people see and know about him behind closed, faux smiled, bloodied doors.
I hope this reaches the right audience, but to all my dark/horror/yandere enthusiasts
just know..... JADE IS A BAKER IN HERE WITH NICE MF ARMS>&lt;
Literally the only thing i was fixated on when I was writing this, I was like "oml yes Jade with them nice buff baker arms anfisdifbfiubwif Trey you arent gonna be alone in this✊🤞." I practically melted just thinking about it while writing this ^^;
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estrellami-1 · 2 months
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Hey love, I’m so sorry about your friend, if we lived close to each other we could be grieving buddies and watch cute movies and hang out so we didn’t have to be alone but even from all this way away I’m here for you if you want to talk about it. I’m also totally down to see what you do with a part two of when the world ends but also if you don’t feel like writing any more of that one because it’s such a relevant topic right now I completely understand. I don’t have any suggestions for how that fic can be made all better either because I haven’t gotten to the all better part yet but I know you could work your magic with it. Also feel free to ignore this and never think about that fic again if it’s not something you want to think about because of everything. Just do what’s best for you 💜
Thank you my love. I’m doing alright for now, but you know how grief is. I typically process through writing, and hopefully this will (eventually) help you, too. ❤️
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When the World Ends - Part 2
Eddie lays with Steve until he’s sure he’s fast asleep. His breathing is slow and deep, his hand—which had been curled tightly around Eddie’s own—is lax, fingers curling inward towards his palm.
Eddie wants a painting of this moment.
Not of the context; not of Steve, so wracked with grief, he gets sick from it. Not of Steve so frazzled he’s shaking and can barely finish a sentence. But this moment, here, now, where Steve is calm, has a minute to breathe, to dream of a world that doesn’t disappoint him… Eddie would pay for a commission of this moment. Something to have, to look at and know that the world—if only for one brief moment—isn’t entirely awful. That maybe it can be okay.
He sighs. It whiffles across Steve’s face, stirs his hair. He gets up after another moment, pads downstairs to the kitchen phone. Calls his trailer. “Hey, Uncle Wayne.”
“Eddie,” his uncle greets. “Y’ran off in a hurry.”
Eddie huffs a humorless laugh, leans against the wall. “Yeah. Sorry. Steve called.”
Wayne hums. “He okay?”
He sighs. “I think… I think he will be.” Wayne hums. “Y’know his dad?”
“Knew ‘im in high school. He was a dick.”
Eddie laughs. “Yeah. Still is. But his parents are good. Or… his mom is. His dad was.”
“Ah,” Wayne says. “How’s he holdin’ up?”
Eddie sighs again. “Got stressed enough to throw up. I got him in bed and asleep, but I’m kinda at a loss here, Wayne.”
“You’re a smart kid with a good head on your shoulders. You’ll do the right thing,” Wayne reassures him. “All he needs right now is a friend to support him.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“You stayin’ the night?”
Eddie hums. “Dunno yet. Probably. Imma wait till he wakes up, see what he wants.”
“Good kid,” Wayne agrees. “Lemme know what you decide. And lemme know if you need a change of clothes or your toothbrush.”
Eddie smiles then, the first real one in a while. “I will. Thanks, Uncle Wayne.”
“You’ve got this,” Wayne assures him. “Love you, kiddo.”
“You too. Bye.”
The line goes dead, and Eddie leans against the wall, looking through the kitchen door, through the wall to the backyard, through existence itself.
He stands there for a few minutes, thinking, contemplating, before shaking himself out of it. He’s here for Steve, so he heads back upstairs, slips back into bed, and follows Steve into sleep.
He wakes up later to find Steve watching him. He smiles blearily. “M’rn’n,” he mutters, pushing his face into the pillow with a yawn before continuing, less sleep-slurred. “How’d you sleep?”
Steve’s still watching him, wide, dark eyes wetter than they should be. He nods, and Eddie smiles softly. “I’m glad,” he whispers. “You thinkin’ you wanna get up anytime soon?”
A hesitant shake of his head. Eddie soothes a hand down Steve’s arm. “That’s okay. Want me to stay?” Steve looks away. “Steve,” Eddie says, gently catching Steve’s chin and turning it back towards him. “I’ll stay if you want me to. For as long as you want me to.”
Steve’s bottom lip trembles. He blinks, and a tear slips out, running over his nose. He nods, a small, hesitant thing. “Okay,” Eddie promises. “I’ll stay, Stevie. I’ll always stay. How d’you feel about maybe having some food?”
Steve shakes his head. Tears are slipping from his closed eyelids. Eddie wipes some of them away. “That’s okay,” he says, pulling Steve into a hug. Steve lets out a choked sob into Eddie’s shoulder. “It’s okay,” Eddie murmurs, rubbing his back. “It’ll be alright, Steve. You just get it out now.”
Eddie’s own eyes start to burn, and he sniffles, looking up. This isn’t about him, it’s about Steve, and he’s going to hold it together for as long as Steve needs him to. “I’ve got you,” he promises, “and I’m not letting go.”
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I-im sorry MIGGI I just can't help it
Jock!Bakugou and his goth gf, she's so pretty with her darn lipstick and intense makeup but u wanna know what he really loves?
When he sneaks in her window at night and she's a little squeamish about him seeing he without her Big lashes and eyeliner and painted lips but hes so lovesick for her just like this, soft lamp light at night lighting her peachy pink lips and dewy brown skin my god MIGGI I'm in a chokehold pls let me out
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HOLD ON BC THIS IS ACTUALLY SO PERSONAL AND TARGETED HELLO???? I never leave my house without wearing makeup cuz it has to match my fit even my roommate has barely ever seen me without makeup on😭
And and and this being early on in your relationship, before jock Bakugou started helping you out with your makeup. He’s still leaning on your window, smiling like an idiot as you mumble and rummage through your cabinets in search of a clear gloss at least, because your lips are a bit chapped and your eyes look a bit stuffy cuz you had been scrubbing your stubborn eyeliner off your lids and you got a pimple on your chin that you swear wasn’t there yesterday but it’s a little discolored and ugly so you had covered it up with concealer and-
“Babe,” Bakugou interrupts your ramble, endearing as it was, and pushed himself off the windowsill, “it’s the middle of the night, pretty sure you don’t wear all that when you’re about to go to bed- not to mention you’re in your own room. Relax.”
You pout at the mirror on your vanity, watching his reflection walking over. “I know that. I just really like wearing makeup okay? And, well…” you turn to him when he gets close enough and you can’t really bring yourself to stare at him head on, flustered all of the sudden. “It’s the first time you’ve seen me without anything on. I thought it would be a bit of a shock, the difference from how I usually look…”
Bakugou makes a face. “What kinda dumbass do you take me for? I know damn well you don’t wake up with a perfect siren eye or whatever the hell it’s called.”
That makes you smile.
“It ain’t more or less makeup that’s gonna stop me from seeing you all the time.” He brushes under your chin to tilt your eyes up to him, and leans in to mumble the rest of his words on your lips. “‘M too obsessed with you, pretty girl- that’s the actual problem you’ll have to deal with.”
The giggles bubble out before you can stop them, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to inch the rest of the way to an awaiting kiss, soft and sweet.
When Bakugou pulls away, he takes the chance to fully look at you, because he really was seeing a different side of you. All the soft and plump features he has always ogled when your face is dolled up during the day. Reminds him how good you really are with your brushes and liners- and it all starts off the dowy thing he’s cupping in his hands right now.
Then, he has an idea. “Teach me how you do your liner stuff.”
Your brows quirk immediately. “Really?”
“Yeah, so I can stare at ya for as long as I want.”
You swat at Bakugou’s arm that gets you a laugh and a rain of kisses on your cheek in return.
“Alright, I’ll teach you.” You pluck a black liner pen out of your makeup bag and tangle your fingers with his, pulling him behind you towards your bed. “You can sit down for now. It’s easier to explain if I do it on you first.”
“Hey I didn’t say you could fucking scribble my face!”
“Oh hush you’ll look good.” You lead Bakugou to sit on your comfy sheets, then straddle his lap as your own seat. And with a wink, you wiggle the pen at him, “plus, I get to stare at you for as long as I want.”
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kingdom0fcards · 6 months
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brace yourself because this is a kinda long draft that i had lying around
" The music was subtle, not too loud, not too low. Noah's head rested on the floor, right next to Nick's. Nick's hand was tangled in Noah's hair, combing through it with his fingers. Noah's eyes were closed, and a small smile painted his lips. They were alone at Nick's, in his room. There were a couple bottles around them, and they were tipsy; not too drunk, but drunk enough to talk nonsense. Nick moved around, ending in him laying on his side, hand still on his friend's hair. Nick propped his elbow on the floor, cheek resting on his hand, and then looked at the boy in front of him. He didn't know if the alcohol and weed were affecting his senses, but Noah looked so, so pretty. His eyelashes calm against his cheeks, the freckles on his nose, his sharp jawline and the way his lips looked with a smile. He stared at Noah's lips, wondering how they'd feel over his.
"Do I have something on my face?" Nick jumped as he heard Noah's voice, who was now looking at him with one of his eyebrows perked up. Nick felt his heart beat faster, he had been caught staring. Noah sat up, Nick's hand falling from his head to the floor. Noah propped both his elbows on the floor, supporting his weight on his slim arms. "You were staring at me." Noah spoke up again. Nick shrugged it off with a huff. Noah's hand found its way on the other boy's cheek, and caressed it with his thumb. Nick leaned into the touch, but pouted when Noah retracted his hand.
The music changed, being Contact by As Cities Burn the song that started playing. It was a very special song for both Noah and Nick, as they always played it at night when neither of them could fall asleep. Nick's limbs tangled between Noah's, and his chin resting on his head, breathing slowly, listening to each other's heartbeat.
Nick looked at the boy in front of him, meeting his brown eyes. Noah's hand returned to his cheek, but it was different this time. His thumb wandered lower, caressing Nick's lower lip. Noah's eyes flicked from Nick's eyes to where his thumb was. Nick felt the room spin, and his eyes darted to Noah's lips. Noah closed the distance between them, and Nick felt the air was being taken away from him. It didn't last as long as Nick would've liked, but he still felt in Eden. "
idk if i should continue this or not, it's great but not my proudest work ah -🍄
OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD I LOVE THIS ILL EXPLODE
MUSHIE ANON !!!! GODDAMN THIS IS AMAZING ILL DIE
god they're SO CUTE IM OBSESSED
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babydollbaron · 2 months
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EEEEEEE!!!!! (vocal text specific stim)
you’re so right about being too old for putting up with discourse and such. i. get. you. i’m younger than you and i get that so much. it’s too much for me to handle when i could just Not Deal With It, which is a lot better for everyone involved, probably. me 🤝 you
OOOO NAILS!!!!! let me know what you do :] i love painting nails, it’s so fun. mine are currently all black besides my pinky fingers are a reddish pink and kinda sparkly? i hate this color red but it’s what i got :(( sad time really
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(also lmk if you don’t like conversations in your asks, i can send stuff less regularly if this is spam-like to you!)
WOOOOWOWOWOWOW!!! (Back at ya!!!)
It just seems so exhausting. Like im just here to play with my little fictional characters and reblog silly shit for shits and gigs. Maybe get into a few shenanigans with my pals. Thats all. Thats all i need!!!! Haha!
Awww i wish i could share my collection with you!!! I have..... so much, nail polish!!! Im doing a sparkly deep pink with a pastel purple, every other nail!!! Since valentine's is coming. Tryin to be festive! I'll probably have to redo them again before then because of work BUT THATS OKAY CUZ I LOVE DOING THEM!
I dont mind convos in my asks! But i sometimes dont see the notifications! And i dont always check my inbox cuz i dont get regular asks or anons! (Until now!!!) So if i dont answer pretty quickly, like within the day, feel free to send me another one! Hahaha!
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exclusivecolette · 21 days
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LOVE AGAINST ALL ODDS
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PT.8
(also kinda rushed sorry)
(if you aren’t blonde or don’t apply to the features, you can just put your own features in. i just put my features because i didn’t really know what else.)
summary: a girl starts to fall in love with a boy in class. But, her abusive parents are extremely strict (ignoring the fact she’s even old enough to drive.) And what is she gonna do when she realizes, he isn’t just some crush
TW: cussing, mention of smoking, not much-
As she peaks over the light fabric she prays matt would be on the other side. But she was just met with that same light fabric. Matt was gone. what did i do?
I made my way to sit the kitchen to sit down. I just thought. He taught me how to roll it. I acted like a child a bit. Then we kissed- we just kissed. Then- um.
I don’t know.
is that why he’s upset? because we kissed?
As thoughts flooded her mind, tears flooded her eyes. She didn’t know what she did, or maybe it was something she didn’t do- she didn’t know but it was stressing her out.
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Her cries were interrupted by the front door opening. She quickly walked over to see. He just went to the store. He just went out for a bit. She was met with a familiar pair of eyes but not the ones she’d hoped. “oh baby what’s wrong” Syds arms wrapped around her instantly. “he’s gone.” is all that left her mouth beside choked cries.
“Who?” She thought for a second and fury instantly filled her body. “god i’ll fucking kill hi-“ she plotted before i interrupted her. “No i think i did something. But im not sure what” i say pulling away and walked over to the kitchen stools. “What do you mean?” she asked joining my seated position. “Well me and matt smoked a little” i say quietly avoiding her eyes.
“You smoked?” She asked in shock. “Yeah and i just messed around a little and everything was fine, we- um” i cleared my throat “kissed” the painting on the wall has never looked more fascinating. “Kissed? Then he left?” she asked in disbelief. The tears had stopped and i had wiped them away as a little anger filled my body. “I’m not sure if i did something because I just woke up in my bed. And we didn’t kiss on my bed, we kissed on the porch.” i let out a breath.
“Sounds like a dick. If something did happen you’d think he’d-“ i stopped her. “I just not sure.” i say standing up.
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I stayed the night a sydney’s to get my mind off things. My parents were coming back today. And i was not looking forward to it. I wish i could be with matt right now. But he just left, he doesn’t wanna be with me. I was just something to take his boredom away. He left without a word and still hasn’t text me, im not mad i- I just miss him.
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The wind blew onto his cold face as he stared into the door he was starting to become familiar with. He finally had the courage to even lift his hand to the door. He knocked, and waited. Nervously. He heard the door unlock. But his face didn’t meet the blonde he was hoping to see. Instead he met Charlie’s. Charlie scoffed as he stepped out of the house, shutting the door behind him. “What are you doing here?” He looked mad. Was he mad at me? “i’m just here- um his y/n home?” his voice shook.
“No actually, she was so upset about something. And i was just thinking what could have made her so upset.” Char felt his body heat up “Then i remembered, you were at the house with her” his finger poked matt’s chest aggressively. “I don’t charlie, she hasn’t texted me-“ Matt tried to explain. “You know what? Just stay away from her man.” He turned around and made his way into the house, slamming the door behind him.
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Y/n returned back to her now awkward and tense house. She had 3 more days left of spring break and was just hoping for one thing, or one person. Her parents tried to get her out of her bed. Charlie spent the rest of his break next to her, binging tv shows. He didn’t even wanna try to ask what happened. She felt bad.
Char was wasting the rest of his break to be with her. She tried to explain that she was fine, but he shut her down each time. She wasn’t fine, how could this boy she just started intimately talking to after her this much? Her parents were worried, they didn’t know what happened or if it was their fault.
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It was the first day back after break. She was forced to see matt and she wasn’t ready at all. She threw her hair in a low messy bun, sweatpants, and a random crop top. She’d thought about texting matt first but didn’t know what happened. That’s what was driving her crazy.
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I avoid matt as much as possible, i only the back of his head all day and that was enough. But know she had to sit next to him. She walked into class and sat down putting her head down, preparing for when matt was gonna walk in. She heard the seat next to her get sat in. Then objects slowly moving around on the desk. She had to put her head up at some point so she decided to just get it over with.
So she did, she felt matt’s eyes instantly shot to her. Tears threaten to pour out so she rest her head on her left hand that was block her face from him. He sighed.
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A girl sat next to him. They started talking, i felt jealously fill my body. I just wanted to see who it was. I lifted my head, looked and locked eyes with matt for second. I looked to the girl and back to him, he was silent. Pathetic. I stand up in my seat grabbing my stuff. “Class isn’t over y/n” an older voice stated, but i ignored. I made my way to the bathroom and stayed in a stall for the rest of the day.
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Sydney’s eyes met with matt’s while they were both out in the halls during class to escape a few minutes. “Fucking prick” she said while she walked by “what did you just call me?” he turned around. “I called you a fucking prick. That’s what you are. You had no fucking right” Her voice raised “what are you taking about?” he asked confused. “leaving her like that without letting her know it fucking ridiculous” She explained. “I left a note.” he defended. “sure you did” she stormed off shaking her head in disbelief.
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“he didn’t leave a fucking note” i say upset through the phone. “yeah i know. And he was the nerve to lie about it?” Sydney added. “whatever i’m gonna to bed goodnight syd” they ended the call.
Y/n made her way downstairs. “Will you stir this for me?” Her mom asked referring to the pot of pasta.
!FLASHBACK!
“what are you guys making” i ask and nick says “well pasta but the noodles keeping fucking up. they keep getting stuck together.” he complained “well are you stirring it?” i ask. “dumbass” matt muttered. “god” i laugh and walking over to it and stirring it.
“yeah sure” I cleared my throat as i felt tears build in my eyes. I stir the pot thinking, “that’s good thanks” my mom said and i nodded and started walking away when i spot something. I piece of paper under the refrigerator. I picked it up and quickly run up to my room.
I turn the paper over:
I didn’t know if i should stay or not, so i’m sorry. Text me when you wake up. Only if you want to. I’m sorry again
-matt <3
shit.
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lo-sulci · 11 months
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just finished getting thru the gundam 0079 arc with all the amphibious mobile suits, so now i'm gonna comment on zeon mobile suit designs because why not im bored
zaku
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the very first one! definitely has some cool elements- the torso design makes me think of, like, ancient roman battle armor, specifically the, like, armor skirts that i just now learned googling are called pteruges. anyways, it's neat, but also, it's hard to say that it's not overshadowed somewhat by some of the ones that follow it, which is okay!! it serves its function well
gouf
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this is no zaku!! the blue is a fun color, and the electric whip is a pretty cool weapon. as much as it is no zaku, it does follow the same kind of design path as one, and really does just kinda end up being, like, "zaku but slightly more." name kicks ass tho, love da goof
dom
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speaking of names lmao. i kinda really like the dom, tbh? admittedly, part of that is personal bias- purple is my favorite color, so a purple MS is cool to me. but also, i really love the camera set-up here! it almost looks like this single red eye in this dark cloak hood or smth, it brings to mind imagery of, like, fantasy assassins to me. how they move is also pretty neat, i like watching them glide around and stuff. dunno what the little badge thing is about, but i'll pretend it's a little award for having a cool design :)
gogg
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our first amphibious MS!! like the zaku, it's the kind of basic one that subsequent ones iterate on. that said, look at those claws!! in general this is such a chunky MS, it's great. i also like the little thrusters/propellers it has on the bottom of its feet, those made me laugh the first time i saw them. does anyone else feel like it looks like its wearing, like, a wrestling championship belt or smth??
z'gok
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HELL YEAH!!!! genuinely love the z'gok. first: phenomenal color scheme, imo. the periwinkle and dark teal works *so* well, i could not be happier with how that looks and fuck char for painting it all red. aside from that, there's something so pleasing to me about the general way it's shaped. the proportions work surprisingly well for smth that is really close to being a torso with no head. and, speaking of the head: I love the little torpedo launchers on top! idk, I can't tell you exactly why, I just think the z'gok kicks ass, and is one of my favorite MS designs so far
zock
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THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND!!!!!!!!!!! the zock looks so ridiculous in the best possible way, I'm utterly obsessed. almost looks like it was designed to be a mobile armor like the bigro or smth, but then was changed to be a MS instead at the last minute. i dont care at all tho, bc it is just. perfection. look at that camera set up!!!! why is it a star!!!! it's so impractical it kicks so much ass!!!! and my god, the SHAPE on this lad!! and those claws!!!! and just, everything!!!! perfection has a name and it is zock
acguy
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acguy is. a lot. he head too big for he gotdamn body!! it's a bit disappointing to go back to a gogg-adjacent color scheme, i won't lie. also anything coming right after the zock was bound to be a bit disappointing because, like, what could compare? that said! the crab-like head is cool, and i like the range of motion the camera has. also, the retractable fingers are incredible, and seeing these things spider-maning around in a cave was hilarious. more than any other MS, the acguy is just, like, a sopping wet beast to me
bonus that i haven't seen in action but saw a picture of: juaggu
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what the sneef? i'm snorfin here!!
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curedeity · 1 year
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Shogun Steel Episode 9:
-im hoping this episode is less painful to sit through. Please let it be less painful.
-sidenote theres a clip in the intro where phoenix is surrounded by three beys like yeah, even the intro understands that rens experience is just getting ganged up on
-apparently i missed the scene last episode where sakyo challenges shinobu
-sakyo looks so dumb in that scene i cant believe i missed it dhdjsjsjd. Like they try to make him intimidating but like i can just imagine shinobus thoughts being "??????"
-discount aguma time! How does he expect to actually take control of a stadium by beating zyro? Yall realize that bladers are like... individuals and not part of a wider team right now, right?
-these bandits are a more cooperative team than any in the world championship
-someone please tell me who dorected the voice actors of this season to speak like this
-sakyo speaks like hes in a middle school theater production
-i dont know if the battles in shogun steel are genuinely worse or not but i find them wayyyyy harder to enjoy
-"maru, are you and zyro both safe? Because this guy is wandering around doing a really good copying ryuga. And by that i mean just randomly destroying people. And misogyny."
-not going to lie, i do like the fact that sakyo basically defeats all of zyros rivals first, it builds him up a lot. But there still isnt much of an emotional connection so they really needed that time. They were able to throw ryuga straight into a battle with gingka because of their emotional tension but for sakyo thats nonexistent so theyre trying to manufacture someone.
-love that sakyo is bringing back the bey violence though i miss the dramatics of people getting tossed around by beybattles
-salamander isnt even broken. Stop being a baby shinobu
-"gingka haganes strongest and greatest rival" poor kyoya can never catch a break. Even ryugas ghost looms taller than him
-takanosuke can you shut up you dont deserve my respect yet
-"why is takanosuke with him" "well maru when two guys are gay-" or at least thats what shinonu would say if he wasnt repressed
-maru should make shinobu help her make banners and signs to cheer on their friends. She forces him to use finger paint
-i think you should be able to tell how boring i find the battles that i just think of stuff like that
-how many cough drops do you think bladers take a day due to all the screaming they do
-not takanosuke though
-what is that necklace sort of thing takanosuke is wearing
-"sakyo could show me the path to become stronger" takanosuke pls, misogyny isnt strength
-god theyre really just shoehorning in these rivalries. I really wish they could do a commentary on how theyre all forcing themselves to fit roles of a previous generation and carrying on mistakes from that generation. Like not just in a "youre your own person" sense but like... idk how to explain. I want sakyo punched in the face for thinking fucking ryuga was a good person to copy.
-sakyos claims are so fucking dumb like ryuga would ever give up power to someone else.
-au where kenta gave him ronin dragoon actually but kenta is also not the sanest person so accidently ended up making sakyo think he should copy ryuga.
-that was a lame loss. That wasnt even a good loss. That was a cop out loss.
-Someone please stop making sakyos voice actor speak like that.
-summary: more enjoyable than the last few. Gave me a lot of fluff and au fic ideas. But honestly the funniest part is how clearly this episode is supposed to parallel ryugas entrance and yet all these kiddos are just kinda forcing themselves to.
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wooahaes · 1 year
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for the fanfic ask game: C, F, I, K
hiii savv <3 this is a long ask so i'll stick most of it under a readmore >:3
C: What member do you identify with most?
hoshi because tiger agenda /j
out of everyone i write for...? i think either wonwoo, woozi, or chris.
wonwoo because i think i tend to be a quieter person most of the time (sometimes i have days where i want to be Really social--but i'll usually take the backseat in heavily social situations), plus something something books and video games. woozi and chris because i think i tend to work hard on things that i'm passionate about and i find success in when other people appreciate those things. and also chris's low self esteem. also someone once said chris said he had a crush on cloud strife lmao me the fuck TOO babey thats one of my favorite edgy losers!!!! chris and his dad jokes also get me...
F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
the saddest part of this specifying 'dialogue scenes' is the fact ive written other stuff i rly like but its not!!! dialogue!!! >:( so i cant talk abt it </3
anyway!! from singing in the rain:
[context: reader confronts jisung on the rooftop abt the fact they like each other]
“Han.” You looked him in the eyes. “If you don’t want to be with me, that’s okay. I just… I wanted to tell you, and I figured out why Hyunjin was so pissed at me. He thought I was using Felix to get over you. And… I don’t blame him for thinking that,” you looked away. “I wasn’t–I really, really did think I liked Felix. I just… I didn’t know it’d always be you until after I kissed him.”
“Always be… me?” He furrowed his brows, fingers curled around the edges of the bench. “I don’t understand.”
“I think… I’ve been looking for you in every person I’ve tried dating, and that’s why it never worked out. If you didn’t love me back, I would have moved on eventually,” you admitted. “But… If you don’t, then just say right now, okay? And I won’t hold it against you, and we can go back to being best friends.”
“I can’t love you,” he said outright. “Not when Felix–”
You met his gaze again. “Jisung. If Felix didn’t like me, would you hesitate?”
He said nothing for a while. “I didn’t think you’d love me. Everyone kept telling me to tell you, and… I couldn’t. I didn’t want to do it while Felix was hurting.”
“I get that,” you dragged your fingers against the painted wood, noticing the way blue chips stuck to your skin. “I didn’t want to, either. But… Chan said that we shouldn’t let other people stop us. He said Felix wanted us to be happy.” You paused for a moment. “Which… really sounds like him. It kinda sounds like all of us: wanting everyone else to be happy even if it hurts us.”
“I feel bad,” he said. “I don’t want him to get hurt.”
You scooted a little closer, cautiously taking Jisung’s hands into your own. “I think… Someone’s going to come into Felix’s life and they’re going to love him the way he deserves to be loved. I wasn’t that person. I’ll always love Felix the way I love the rest of our friends,” you reached up, caressing Jisung’s face. He  leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut. “But… I love you more. I know it’s early to say it, but… I really think it’s you.”
Jisung opened his eyes, watching you for a moment. “Can I kiss you?”
i will try to not go off abt this so much even tho it does come right before one of my favorite pieces of writing ("Kissing you felt like he could breathe again") but <3
i think when i made the decision to do a rewrite of enouement for stray kids, jisung felt like one of the more obvious options. i considered chris, but settled on han bc. idk im soft for him and had a different idea for chris--
im a hopeless romantic in the end so i think there's something very romantic about the sentiment of "i was always looking for you in every person i dated" tbh. while i don't believe in soulmates much (not in the idea of a soulmate being a single person but multiple people you can be compatible with), i like to think that jisung and reader in this fic were soulmates. it was always going to be each other in the end.
also i just like the sentiment of "i wasn't going to be this person for felix, but he'll one day be loved the way he deserves--i don't think we should feel guilty that i wasn't that person" tbh esp after dealing with that own shit in my life recently since i did end up having to have tht convo with a few friends over a dude who was crushing on me, more for myself than for anyone else
please know i almost picked the other short bit i like of reader basically breaking felix's heart bc i kind of like the way i wrote him (rambling and upset but still trying to look at a bright side while in front of them) there
I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?
soulmate aus. ignore that i literally jut said about that i don't believe in soulmates--i'm a slut for a good soulmate au when they're written well and it isn't insta-love (i'm down for an instant "oh, hey, let's try this out!!" kind of thing rather than a immediate kiss n tru luv sort of deal).
K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?
as of right now? uhhh god... i don't write pure angst too often but both of these don't have happy endings:
i can't run away - vernon fic that has very little romance written into it. vernon and reader (who are implied to have liked each other as more-than-friends) were best friends since middle school and reader has to cope with the process of losing him as the two enter into early adulthood and drifting apart, pretty much. it's lowkey a vent fic.
the seungkwan spin-off one-shot for sweet night :) i can't say much here but holly knows how it ends lmao
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