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bratphilia · 4 months

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── ★ ˙ strawberry charm ̟ !!

note ✧.*‎ hello hello hello welcome to scream meets fnaf. randomly got this idea after rewatching scream, like, why don't i combine one both franchises in the only way i know how? william afton as ghostface coming into your house and fucking the shit out of you!! and here we are. i spent a lot more time on this than i usually do writing fics so i seriously hope ppl enjoy it. i'm also on break starting today so i'll be pumping out more content from now on going into the new year!

pairing ✧.*‎‎ steve raglan / william afton x reader

cw ✧.*‎‎ college au and scream au, reader is college aged, william is her robotics professor, ghostface!william afton, reader is girly, vibrators, multiple orgasms, perversion, mentions of stalking, descriptions of gore, choking, consensual non consent, break-in, approximately one lick to the pussy, rough sex, dumbification, glove kink, slapping, slight daddy kink, cockwarming

taglist ✧.*‎‎ @dilfity @kissingrhi @iikyutee @ghoulsgraveyard @cemeteryry @gh0stsp1d3r

synopsis ✧.*‎ a man calls you up wondering what your favorite scary movie is.

you hold back a deep sigh at the low-quality horror movie being showed on the big screen in front of you. no, it's not the most important thing in the world, to see something "cinematically excellent" every time you go to the theater, but shit, wouldn't that be nice? anyways, that's not what you're here for. you're here for a date with this guy in your robotics class, specifically.

he's handsy, but so are you. one arm is slung around your shoulder, you're cuddled against his chest, knees drawn upwards, and his other hand coming around to rub circles on your thigh. yes, it's your first date together, after weeks of study "dates." yes, you were cuddling, very heavy emphasis on pda. what about it? it made up for this movie being fucking terrible, so why not.

you have to laugh. nico, your date, had promised chills and shivers up your spine and hoped for your head pushed into his shoulder at the scary parts of the movie. rotten luck for him. you want to laugh at that. and you accidentally snicker, causing him to look towards you. "what?"

"oh, nothing," you say, nodding back towards the movie.

he says nothing, thank god.

finally, there's a good part of the movie. the main character, a ditzy blonde with big tits is tied to a tree while the film's slasher rips her boyfriend's head from his body with a chainsaw. your muscles clench, not in fear, but in delight. you've always been a sucker for gore. and fuck, it gets something else clenching too. you seriously wonder if nico can feel you throbbing when he rests his hand under your chin, gently forcing you to look at him. he leans in for a kiss. no tongue, just lips to lips. it's nice. you notice he put on chapstick and you can taste the buttery popcorn on his mouth.

however, you're interrupted by the creaking of a chair behind you. the sound of someone getting up and leaving. you didn't pull away in time to catch their face, but the noise frankly startled you than any other part of the movie.

the film ended shortly after that. no, the person who left never did end up returning to their seat behind you, but that had long since left your mind anyways. nico drove you home in his silver convertible, the top down creating a nice breeze through your hair. the car ride was silent but content. date successful, in your opinion, shitty movie aside.

"well, goodnight," he says when your door is barely cracked open and you're halfway inside. you silently leaned up on your tippy toes and pecking his lips once more. you ignore the crackle of twigs in the foliage surrounding your house, blaming it on the wind.

the door shut behinds you. you live in a campus house, but your roommates just so happen to be out of the house for the weekend. this has meant nothing but trouble for you — meaning you snuck your friend lacey's vibrator out of its drawer and had yourself some fun. over and over and over. pastel pink with a pretty bow on the hot glued on the end for decoration (the two of you might have done that together). but don't worry about how you know where her vibrator is, that's none of your business!

while you're washing off the facial cleanser from your face in the shower as conditioner sits patiently in your hair, you think about nico. specifically whether or not you're actually interested in him. sure, he's a nice guy, romantic. bad taste in movies but clearly cares about what you like since he picked out a horror film to take you on a date to. and yet, that nagging thing in the back of your head, the one that told you not to commit to a relationship for fear of being stuck in one, had you snap back to the reality of relationships. you'll never be free to just date who you want, whenever you want. it made you frown.

you get out of the shower eventually, still undecided about the future of your dating life, and you decide to put the topic to rest and relax with a classic: nightmare on elm street. or maybe something else? suspiria, the thing, or evil dead? you browse your collection, and stop at freddy vs. jason. speaking of shitty horror movies and sticking to the freddy theme, you think with a smirk.

you slip the cd into the player. super retro, i know right?

you're popcorn'd out, to say the least, so you skip on making a bowl. your movie is interrupted shortly by the buzzing of your phone. the caller id just lists a phone number in your area. usually, you wouldn't pick these up, but you do it anyways. stupidly.

"hello?" you call out into your phone.

"hello." comes a man's deep voice.

you scratch your head, careful not to chip your manicure. "who is this?"

"who is this?" he mimics you, emphasis on this.

you scoff, already annoyed. probably a prank call. "i asked you first."

"look," he mediates, probably sensing your forming annoyance, "all i have is a question to ask."

"alright..." you say. nothing wrong with that. "shoot."

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

you pretend to contemplate. "hereditary," you say finally. of course it's your favorite. it's had your heart since you first saw it in theaters. anyone who knows you knows not to bring it up if they don't want to hear you go on a tangent about it. "it's the right amount of atmosphere with the right amount of gore."

"isn't that the one where the little girl gets decapitated after slamming into a telephone from sticking her head out of a car window?" the man on the phone drawls, testing you.

"yes!" you practically exclaim. you hope you found another fan. not many other people shared your enthusiasm for the movie as you did.

he hums. "that's an interesting choice. i don't hear it enough. a little depressing, though."

"you mean you call other girls asking them what their favorite horror movie is? that's a new level of game i've never seen before," you tease, abandoning the movie to get up mindlessly and head to the bathroom to put your hair up.

"not just any girl," he says with a chuckle.

"oh?" you say, "so i'm special?"

"you could say that."

you smile, staring back at your reflection. you get it now. "you know, you could've just come inside earlier, nico. no need to put on the act."

"i'm not nico," he corrects you sternly.

you scoff and roll your eyes, putting your device down and switching it to speaker phone so you can multitask. "right," you say, unconvinced.

you sort through your collection of hair clips, picking out the right one — "the one with the strawberry charm, huh? that one's my favorite. 's sweet like you."

you nearly drop the accessory. how the fuck? a shiver shoots up through your spine. your head snaps towards the direction of the bathroom window. searching desperately for an answer, anyone that could've just been watching. but no one's there, of course!

"that's not funny, nico," you snap. you're pretty sure you've worn this hair clip to a study date over at his apartment, right? and he might've even complimented you on it. yeah, you try to convince yourself, he's seen it before.

but that doesn't explain how he knew —

"i told you already," the man on the phone's voice is agitated, "i'm not nico."

"then who the fuck are you?!" you ask in a shrill voice, ready to hang up on this motherfucker. you steadily twist your hair upwards and secure the claw around it, letting your remaining hair fall in a ponytail.

"i'll prove it to you," he tells you as if it's the simplest thing in the world. "check the backyard."

you shockingly decide not to hang up for your sake. you would rather keep a close eye on the situation rather than just let something happen to you. you creep towards the sliding glass doors, gulp, then switch on the light, only to be met with monstrosity.

nico's on his knees; you can hear him whimpering from inside, scrambling for his amputated arm that lies in between him and the sliding door. you open your mouth but you can't scream; the only thing you can feel is a shudder that shakes you to your very core. you feel almost weak in the knees, desperate to keep yourself standing on your two feet. there's blood, so much blood. all the backyard porch, your roommates will be so mad and concerned about what happened? how can you even begin to explain this?

you try to do the only sane thing you can think of: hang up and call the police. the thought of this being one big prank pulled on you crossed your mind, but you were too scared not to act. a beat passes after you pressed that little red button on your phone, and the door bursts open. this time you scream.

in a dark blur, you're pressed roughly against a mirror that frames the wall behind the dining table. a gloved hand wraps around your throat. "you stupid bitch, hanging up on me."

you meet the mask of your captor: the damn mask from that slasher movie stab. you were never particularly fond of the franchise. "lame movie reference," you manage to choke out, and you instantly eat your words. he slaps you across the face and loosens his grip at the same time, watching you fall to your side on the hard ground.

you can barely gather your thoughts — your head is fucking swimming — before he's dragging you by your ankle with a strong grip in the direction of your bedroom. you hate how you slide so easily across the smooth floor. you try your best to break free, to run, wriggling your leg violently to shake him away to no avail. when he's dragged you successfully inside the bedroom he closes it behind you, bends down and manhandles onto lacey's bed.

tears spill down your cheeks. this is it. you're going to die. but he doesn't take out a knife, or any weapon, actually, to fatally harm you with. instead, he's rummaging through the drawers in front of the bed. and then it dawns on you and you sit up. that's the drawer where lacey's —

"ah, found it," the man says triumphantly, turning back towards you, pastel pink vibrator in hand, toying with the ribbon. "what a cute little thing. do you know how many times i've watched you get off to this little device? what a fucking sight you make."

your eyes narrow. "who are you?"

he chuckles, then uses a hand to remove his mask, revealing the face of your robotics professor. him? how is it possible you've managed to capture his attention? when throughout the entire course he's done nothing but ignore you, treating you like you didn't exist. always ignoring your questions. shit, he's the reason why you started going to nico in the first place for help in his class: because nico was like his golden-star-student.

"i don't get it," you say, lip trembling as tears well in your eyes. "why me? what did i do—"

"to captivate me?" he finishes your sentence, turning on the vibrator. you gulp like it's your impending doom. professor raglan kneels onto the bed and you wish you could back up but you only hit the headboard behind you. "well, for starters: you were always so eager for my attention. and it hurt me not to give it to you. couldn't blow my cover, sweetheart."

you still didn't understand, but you didn't have anymore time to contemplate or question him. he was spreading your legs, splitting open a space under your short, pink skirt for him to gain access to the area between your legs. you fumble with the sheets, holding them in a death grip. you definitely ruined your manicure. once your skirt bunches up around your hips, it reveals your panty-less mound. of course. you didn't think to wear anything after your shower because it wasn't like you were going out.

your professor whistles lowly, pupils dilating in desire. it's perverted, the way he puts down the vibe, and grabs your hips upwards so he can get a closer look at your pussy. you throb subconsciously, making him look back up at you with a quirked brow. he leans forward to blow air on you, eyes still steady to gage your reaction. you whimper and wriggle in his grasp, face heating up in embarrassment. "you just have the cutest little cunt," he comments when he pulls away, then sticks his tongue out to lick a stripe up your pussy. "mmm, even sweeter, too. sweeter than the little strawberry in your hair."

"ohh," you coo. you hate to admit how good it feels, but here you were, arching your back in his touch and moaning.

"yeah?" he asks, taking his mouth off of you for a moment. "my baby like it when i eat her dripping pussy?"

you sniffle, not answering. you can't find it within you to be able to. "no? maybe i'll stop and move on then." you want to cry, fuck. a feeling of relief settles back in when he takes the vibrator back in his hand. the low hum grabs your attention — not like you could zone out at a time like this anyways.

when the device meets your needly clit you groan, flex your fingers at the sheets. "oh, fuck," you whisper. his eyes never leave your face, and every time you regrettably look at him, he's breathing heavily, open mouthed, like he just can't get enough of you. so you avoid looking at him, going through stages of keeping your eyes closed or looking up at the ceiling, praying for sweet release to whatever cruel deity is looking upon you getting fucked by this old man.

the vibrations against your clit are a little too good to be true. you can't help but feel like there's a price, one you'll specifically have to pay with his dick inside you. you wonder if it'll be lame like the other guys you've had, but honestly? you could get off to the thought of this situation, and you'll definitely remember this for future masterbation-sake. you're a freak like that.

raglan presses down on your stomach, iliciting a hiss from you through your teeth. "want you to come all over my arms," he tells you, "coat my gloves, you'll make me so happy."

fuck, then you get an idea. the gloves inside of you. you throb once more at the thought. "i-inside," you murmur, hoping he'd get the message.

"huh? what's that, baby?" he asks mockingly, but you know damn well he heard you. please don't make me said it, you think.

you reach down to touch his free hand, guiding it towards your entrance. "want my fingers inside you, hmm? baby needs something inside her to feel satisfied?"

"mhm," you hum with a nod of your head. he slowly slips a gloved finger inside you, the fabric deliciously creating friction that makes you grind on his hand. he looks up at you with a dirty smile, then reaches forward to kiss you as he pumps his fingers in and out of you ever so slowly. it's perfect. the stimulation of the vibrator combined with the feeling of his clothed hand is enough to make you burst.

and you do gracefully. so much that he pecks your cheek, tells you how much of a good girl you are for him, as lewd 'ah's tumble from your lips uncontrollably. you buck against his hand until he pulls is out of you, whining at his removal.

"i know, sweetheart, i know," he sympathizes after you, "daddy's cock's gonna be inside you soon, though. then you'll have something else to play with."

you're already exhausted from your first orgasm, somewhat unsure of how you're going to take the next, but you can hardly think about that now. you're drunk off the atmosphere between you two, nico's amputation is far forgotten. you can't even remember what you were doing before this. your hair is tussled in a way that has your hair clip drooping down the side of your shoulder loosely, but you don't have any energy to fix it. all you can think about is daddy's — wait, when did he become daddy? — cock inside you, and that's all that matters.

raglan begins to grind his bare cock against your entrance, having discarded his black slacks moments ago. he rubs the tip against you, purposefully bumping against your click, drawing out a symphony of noises — babbles along the lines of "please, just put it in, i can't take it anymore" — as your face contorts in a sob and tears fall down your cheeks again.

"my girl is such a crybaby," he chuckles, then slowly guides your hips to slide down on his cock. he fills you up by the inch, making you feel every ridge and vein. the stinging sensation of not being adjusted to his length washes over you in a surprisingly pleasurable wave. "so fucking tight," he gasps. he lets out his respective groans once he's fully sheathed inside of you.

then he starts moving; then things start to get good. you're not fully adjusted to his length, but the way you're leaking around him makes for perfect lube. what's a little pleasure without pain? it could be worse, you could be on the floor writhing in pain with multiple stab wounds, but instead you were being stabbed by his dick inside of you, so you weren't in a position to complain.

raglan leans down so his body is on top of yours, keeps himself steady by planting one hand to the side of your head as he aggressively snaps his hips into yours. you realize, in this moment, just how desperate he's probably been for this. not like you could do much thinking, but the way he was pistoning inside you said enough about how he felt. and god you felt good, clenching and unclenching around him, making the prettiest noises he's ever heard.

one particularly hard thrust has your head swimming, like it did when he slapped you. you want him to slap you again, so you initiate it in the only way you know how; reaching forward to land a weak hit across his face. he stops moving for a second, shocked. then with a swift whack across the face, he's back to thrusting inside of you, even harder this time around. "wanted me to hit you so bad, you could've just asked you dumb little slut," he growls into your ear.

"''m sorry," you have the audacity to giggle, "couldn't tell you."

"yeah? am i fucking you that stupid?" he asks, "'course, i don't expect you to able to answer that."

he flips you over suddenly so you land on your stomach, putting himself back in, fucking you with reckless abandon. the way his cock is hitting your g-spot right now has you plummeting over the edge. you wriggle your hips backwards to help him get off too, which he does right inside of you, filling you up to the brim.

he doesn't pull out. he's waited too damn long for this to do so. he's gonna enjoy a nice, long time inside of you, whether you like it or not. he collapses on his side, pulling you close to him so that he's spooning you. the most important thing to him in that moment, is your half-awake form rising and falling with each breath against him with his cock buried deep inside of you, strawberry charmed hair clip discarded somewhere by the pillows.

#fnaf #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #fnaf smut #william afton #steve raglan #william afton x reader #william afton smut #🎀 — diary entry

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asterias-record-shop · 10 months

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY IMREALLY EXCITED NOW!!! HERE WE GO BINGO: Dark Fic with Jimmy Keene with "Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you -- I need to show everyone who you belong to."

For the quick description I was thinking maybe Jimmy's girl is the type of girl that always turns heads and attracts ppl so one time when they're out (could be a party/bar/club) and Jimmy sees some guy talking to the reader and laughing then he gets jealous and yknow...😩 gets all possessive and shows her she's his

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Jimmy Keene x Fem! Girlfriend! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Everyone knew you were Jimmy’s girl, everyone. It didn’t stop them from trying to steal you away, though, not that it ever worked. Besides, tonight was the opening of a new club, you both might as well give everyone something to look at - right?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - in this, I am only writing Jimmy as a rich boy who runs with the wrong crowd. The only reason I am attracted to this man is because of Taron Egerton and nothing else, and it is not set in the universe as Black Bird but the character of Jimmy Keene as Taron Egerton. || I do not remember the names of his friends, so I made them up- || cursing and foul language || sub! reader || girly reader || reader wears makeup and exposing clothing || kinda whiny reader || definitely a dom/sub dynamic || breeding kink || raw sex || multiple rounds || multiple orgasms ||

“What about this for tonight?”

James had been watching you come in and out of your walk-in closet for hours, trying on dozens of different outfits that all did the same thing — to show off your amazing body. He didn’t care what you wore, you would walk in under his arm tonight and no matter how many people looked and ogled, you were his.

“It’s nice.” He was way too focused trying to control his dick rather than pay attention to what he’d say about your outfits.

You looked beautiful in all of them, he didn’t care what you wore because in all honesty, it’d be off in a matter of seconds. His friend was opening a new club downtown, and it was the grand opening, so of course you had to go all out.

“For fucks sake, James, you’ve been saying the exact same thing for every outfit! You know what, how about I just don’t go, huh?! Nothing in my closet seems to satisfy you, bastard!” You sobbed, stomping into the closet and slamming the door.

“Fuck- Y/N!” He was quick to stand, fixing his cock as he tried to open the door, the lock making him groan. “Y/N, honey, let me in!”

“No! I don’t want to see you!” Your voice was muffled, but he could hear your sobs. Oh you were so over dramatic, but he loved it.

James groaned, leaning his head on the door. “Baby, come on! I think all of them were really nice!”

“Yeah, I know! That’s all you were saying, I don’t want to look nice, I want to look perfect, hot, amazing- anything other than just nice!” You sobbed even louder, wailing as you pressed your face into your hands.

Why was he so short? Why did he keep saying the same damn things over and over again? For fucks sake, he could’ve said something else besides, ‘It’s nice’ for every single damn outfit!

“Oh baby, I didn’t mean it like that! Come on, how about I buy you a new outfit, hm? I’ll take you to that shop you love so much, does that sound good?” He could hear your sobs pause, smiling. You always loved it whenever he took you shopping, this would be no different.

You whimper, his smile widening. “As many outfits as I want?”

He laughed, nodding. “As many as you want.”

“And some lingerie?”

“How could I forget the lingerie, baby?”

“And perfume?”

You were going to make him go broke, but he didn’t care. Not when everything he was about to splurge on was for you.

“How about two perfumes?”

He didn’t even notice the door opening, quickly catching himself before he fell and you ran into his chest with a loud sob. “Don’t ever tell me I look just nice again!”

James laughed, nodding as he stroked your cheeks. “Whatever you say, my love. Do you want to wear that to the store?”

You paused, looking down at your black dress that was way too short but James loved, a smile on his lips as you bent your leg back, looking down at the bottom of your Louboutins. “Yes.”

It makes him laugh again as you walk out, your strut perfectly swinging your hips from side to side before you stop and look back. “Are you coming?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He followed you out the door of your shared room, stepping over the mess of clothes you had made trying to figure out outfits, smiling as you reached back and grabbed his hand. “I’m hungry. Get me some food too?”

“Whatever you want, baby. From the food court or the way back?” It was a simple question, but you pouted like it was the biggest decision on earth.

“I don’t know. They have that really good place at the food court, but I’ve been craving that restaurant too… Can we decide later?” You lead him down the stairs making James nod, smiling.

He could never stop smiling around you, it was impossible. “You just tell me what you want me to do, baby, I’ll pick up whatever you want.”

“How about both?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want! Now come on, we have to go!” You giggled as you pulled him out the door, groaning as you tried to tug on his hand to get him to go faster as he locked the door. “Come on, Jimmy!”

It didn’t take you both to get to the shopping center, James lounging on one of the expensive futons while you changed in the dressing room. “Jimmy, are you ready?!”

“Yes, love!” He sits up, smiling as you walk out of the dressing room onto the platform, the entire dressing room like your own personal runway.

You walked down toward him, showing off the black dress that he was sure you had just tried on earlier back home. “Darling, as beautiful as you looked, didn’t you just try that one?”

You started giggling, nodding. “You passed the test! I wanted to make sure you were paying attention.”

“How could I not when your tits look so good in that dress baby?” He begins to stand, already walking toward you before you pressed a foot to his chest.

“Behave, James, I’m not done with my fashion show. I still have to find an outfit for tonight.” You giggled, pressing your foot against his chest to push him back into the futon. “I’m thinking red.”

“Oh, I don’t care what color it is, as long as I can take it off of you quickly.” He winked up at you, watching as you giggled and strutted back into the dressing room. “Still love that dress, baby!”

In the end, you did settle on a red dress, and he loved it. Oh, he loved it.

As soon as the both of you walked into the club, he squeezed your ass firmly and pressed a kiss to your temple. You were already swaying your hips to the music, giggling as you looked around at the strippers on the pole like how you were looking around at the clothing store.

“Oh, they’re so pretty! James, do you have some bills?” You looked over at him making him nod, not even looking at the women. He was sure they were beautiful, but no one compared to how pretty you were. So instead, he watched as he handed you a lot more hundred dollar bills than he expected and watched as you giggled. “Thank you, baby! I love you!”

“I love you too, darling.” He pressed a firm kiss to your temple and watched as you ran off to join your friends. He slipped through the crowds easily, quickly going up to the main pavilion where everyone was, quickly getting a drink and sitting right on the edge where he watched you throw money – both his and your own – at the very pretty dancers before being dragged to the dance floor with your friends.

He smiled, already taking a sip of his drink before Shawn sat down next to him, letting out a loud cheer that made you look up. He could practically hear your giggle as you waved up at him, James softly kissing his hand as you smiled widely before starting to dance again.

“Oh for fucks sake, Jimmy, you’re fucking whipped.”

James rolls his eyes in annoyance, scoffing. “Yeah, I’d rather be whipped than be getting STDs-”

“Oi, keep it down!” Shawn laughs, leaning over as he takes the next two drinks offered by a server. “Want a drink?”

“I’m good.” James raises his own, shrugging. He didn’t trust Shawn enough to take a drink from him, even if he invited him to the opening. “Can you blame me though? Look at her.”

He watched as you threw your head back, mouth open as you laughed and smoothed down the sides of your dress. Your friends were dancing with each other, one behind you before someone tugged you away making James shoot up.

“Hey, calm down!” Shawn laughs, looking up at James. “That’s Kingsley, man, you know him. He’s a trust fund kid. You can’t do shit to him.”

“Fucking watch me.”

James was already basically running down the stairs, shoving past everyone to get to where you were, yelling at the guy to keep his hands off of you.

“Hey, don’t you fucking hear her?! Get your hands off!” James shoved him, pulling you behind him not even a minute afterwards as Kingsley stumbled. “Get your fucking hands off my girl, you fucking bastard.”

“Oh, hey Jimmy,” Kingsley laughed, pushing his hair back. “Didn’t know this was your girl, she’s prettier than the last time I saw her. You don’t know the meaning of sharing, Keene, come on- fuck!”

Jimmy really couldn’t have been happier when searing-hot pain developed from his knuckles, watching as Kingsley fell back and you yelped loudly. “Jimmy-!”

“Come on,” Jamese grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward the private rooms as you gasped. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”

“Where are we going? Jimmy, what if someone calls the cops-”

“You think I care about some cops?” James walked into the first room with no ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, pulling you into the room with a smile. “Gonna make sure everyone in the club knows your mine.”

You whimpered as he easily lifted you up, hands holding your ass that was basically falling out of your dress, your hot cunt grinding against his cock as the two of you fell back against the bed. He laughed, his hands groping the fat of your ass as he fixed himself.

“Fuck, darling, you’re already so desperate. What, were you getting wet on the dance floor?” He could feel the wet patch developing on his slacks, hands shaping your thighs as you roll your hips against nothing.

“N-No, no of course not!” It was embarrassing how wet you got just from him punching Kingsley, but it was so fucking hot.

“So when did you get this wet, hm baby? Tell me.” His thick fingers slide up and down your slit, his open mouth sucking and biting against your neck, your mind already blurring as you bucked into his digits.

You weren’t even able to speak at this point, whimpering loudly with his fingers the only thing on your mind. Why hadn’t he pushed them in yet, why wasn’t he fucking you?

“You think you’re still stretched out from last night?”

Well for fucks sake, you were about to find out.

He merely pulled your underwear to the side, his mouth never stopping its assault on your neck, continuing to bite and lick and suck marks all over your skin. Your body was hot, hips bucking uncontrollably as his thumb starts to rub firmly against your clit and his cock slides up and down your slit.

“Y-Your… you’ve already covered my entire neck, J-James, it hurts,” you whisper, gasping as his hot tongue delicately trails over the hickies and bite marks as he slammed his hips forward. It makes your vision go white, a gasp falling from your lips as he groans loudly. “J-Jimmy!”

“Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you — I need to show everyone who you belong to. So that no mother fucker like that ever gets near you again, so everyone knows you’re mine.” He basically growled against your skin, his hips rolling slightly to get his cock deeper inside of you, his balls sliding against the bottom of your cunt, smearing your arousal. “Maybe I should do some more things to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“What, like putting a baby in me?” Your voice was strong now, your hands rubbing against his chest as you slipped open his shirt by undoing the buttons. “You want to have kids while being a drug lord?”

“And I’ll spoil that kid fucking rotten,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours as he sighed. “I’ll spoil you and that kid fuckin’ rotten. Just give me the word and I’ll give you that baby.”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, ducking down to press a kiss against that mole on his neck. “Yes baby, yes. Give me that baby, get me pregnant.”

That was all he needed to pull out of you before slamming back in, just that one thrust making your mind blur and a loud moan fall from your lips, your first orgasm of the night coming quicker than you thought it would. “F-Fuck Jimmy!”

“Did you-” he paused, staring down at your cunt as he felt you clench around him, over and over again as your hips rutted upwards into his own. “Did you just cum?”

“I-I did, I did, please be gentle-!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he flipped you easily onto your stomach, straddling your lower thighs as he held the back of your head, thrusting into you from behind. He was humping against your butt, the pubes on his pelvis rubbing against the globe of your ass as he held your hips to help you stay kneeling upward for him. “Fuck, James!”

“Come on baby, I haven’t even cum once and you're already so sensitive? Fuck, you’re always so desperate for me darling, so fucking desperate for me,” he groaned against your shoulder, his other hand that wasn’t holding your hip going up to intertwine with your own. “How would I not get you pregnant, baby? What would keep you from not getting pregnant from the amount of times I’m about to cum in you?”

His large hand held your hips, his pointer and middle finger rubbing against your swollen clit, his dirty words making your stomach twist. Or maybe it was the amount of times his tip was ramming into your cervix, his cock fucking you like a fleshlight. You could feel sparks running up your back, his hot breath fanning against your skin making everything just feel so much more.

You could feel every stutter of his hips, every sharp breath he took as he groaned against your skin, the sharp thrust that finally concluded his first climax of the night. It wasn’t like he was done yet, though, gently settling your body against the bed and slipping a pillow under your body to help support you.

You could feel the soft material of the pillow case against your puffy clit, your hands digging into the bed as he hoisted your red, two piece dress higher up your body and stared at the movements he made your body do. He watched your knuckles turn white as you gripped onto the sheets, your body bouncing with every thrust as he moved both hands to intertwine his fingers through yours.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum inside of you so much, it’s going to leave a damn bulge. There’s no fuckin’ way you won’t get pregnant after this.” He groaned against your skin, gasping as your cunt fluttered around his shaft.

Were you going to cum again? You had felt your stomach tighten so many times, so many fucking times, which orgasm was this? How many times had you cum around his cock?

“F-Fuck!” You screamed out as he thrusted forward, groaning as he rutted against your ass, the both of you cumming at the same time for the first time that night, even though it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

He groaned against your skin as he kissed up your neck to your ear, humming softly. “I’m going to cum inside of you so much that when you walk out of this club, my cum’s going to run down your thighs. Does that sound nice baby?”

“Y-Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Good fucking girl.”

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tokio-motel · 7 months

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heyyy boo boo bear🥰🥰🥰

so i finally thought of smth(kinda did i alr send this) AHEM full band(separately headcannons cause aint nobody wanna write alat) with s bf who is a BIG ASS ppl pleaser(wait wait this aint the main idea)

imagine reader prolly always gets his back blown out but he's always giving the aftercare(like them mfs dont have a choice) and on one particular round or smth reader didn't tell them to stop when he started to feel lightheaded n shit cause he could hear them whispering how good this was etc etc so he was about to pass out or smth like that(he didn't he survived) yet he STILL offered to give aftercare like a mf idiot(me)

ANYWAY im in school but i had to give u this idea frfr

BAND X PEOPLE PLEASER READER

HELP I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE PURE FLUFF UNTIL I GOT TO THE FUCKING BACK BLOWN OUTTTTT

(contains nsfw themes so if you don't like that don't read)

BILL:

・He's 50/50 on noticing small things like this

・But he's in such a euphoric state, whimpers leaving his lips as he rams into you with his hands wrapped around your waist

・Listening to you tell him how good he is, but over time your words die down and eventually your silent.

・He can barley ask if your okay, nearly stopping his movements. He would've stopped completely if it weren't for you telling him to keep going. As long as he felt good, right?

・After climax (EWWWAHHH) he leans knto your neck, smiling as he hears you begin to ask that amazing question

"Wanna go show-"

"yes."

・He just likes your fingers running through his hair, massaging his scalp as you rub the conditioner in.

・He's been itching to ask if you were really okay, he doesn't want to seem too worried or overreactive. He can already feel tears prickling his eyes as yo hesitate to ask at the startxbefore admitting to feeling ill.

・God fucking damn it..I should've stopped I-"

"It's not your fault, babe.."

・Cuddling you for the rest of the day (or night), not being able to take his hands off you as he tries to make it up to you.

・No like...literally can't take his hands off you. If you eat later that day he seats you on his lap.

TOM:

・He gets caught up in his own pleasure.

・Like he won't really notice it when you slowly stop responding, or when you go a little too limp

・He's in some sorta headspace 😭

・Whispering to you how good you feel around him, how perfect you are..

・After allat, he eventually snaps out of it and notices how your barley making any noise or aren't talking

"M/N? .. M/N you okay???"

"Hmmm..? Yeah I'm good..wanna take a bath with me.?"

・During aftercare he keeps asking if you're okay under his breath, kissing your cheeks as you rest in the tub together.

・If you actually confess to feeling ill or lightheaded his heart stops for a second

・HE ACTUALLY FEELS SO BAD STOPPP

・Like he'd kinda try to hide it, but eventually emotions get the best of him and soon enough he's holding back tears apologizing to you kissing over your neck, ignoring you when you say you were fine.

GEORG:

・Like Tom, he's not exactly the best..

・Telling you how good you are for him under his breath, not exactly noticing you slowly stopped responding.

・Can't help but feel concerned, unsure if he should stop or keep going

・He nearly did, but your hand gripped his thigh to stop him from pulling out so..

・Afterwards he puts on your favorite show/movie, snuggling against you as he leaves kisses on your forehead.

・Doesn't ease into it and just asks you flat out.

"Were you okay..?"

"What-"

"yes or no."

・no

・He feels a lump build at the back of his throat, yet he still tries to talk to you

・Asking when or what made you feel this way, making sure he would never do this to you again

・He feels bad about it a few days later, even with your constant worss that you were okay

・He's scared to have sex with you again for a little...THAT SOUNDS SO WEIRD BUT IT'S TRUE?

・Like I said- he doesn't want to put you through that again

・but likeeee you need that dick so you convince him and it all works out

GUSTAV:

・HE'S TOO SWEET STOP

・He's quite good at noticing things like these.

・Stopping his movements when you start to look..off. Or when you just stop making noise completely.

・Ignoring your soft whine of protest, asking you "Are you good..?" ..no you're not. you're gonna say you're not and -

"Yeah I'm fine...keep going please..!"

・Hesitate before going back to his pace he was at before, kissing your chest and neck as his fingers go down your waist and tickles down your thighs

・Still concerned he can't really hear your moans or whines, but you said you wanted more so he should continue..

・He's sooxfucking tired after sex omg..hes surprised when you ask to give aftercare

"Are you sure? You don't wanna like..sleep?"

"No, no. Let's go get water or something."

・Giving you an aspirin and a water bottle as he gets a piece of candy, not being able to take his eyes off you as he contemplates if he should ask if your okay.

・he does. you answer.

・HE WANTS TO CRY WHAT

・Like..he made you feel lightheaded? He made you nearly pass out? He made you sick?

・Can't even bother to look at himself or think about him, only focusing on you and your needs as he spoils you rotten.

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hanniluvi · 10 months

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LOVING YOU FROM A DISTANCE — TEASER.

S ☆ — Heeseung has liked you for ages, too long for him to even recall how. Sure, he should be confessing now, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t, especially if you have a boyfriend. So how is he going to tell you his feelings in only a span of a year before he leaves?

2 LOVERS? — best-friend!heeseung x best-friend!fem!reader

GENRE — high school au, bsfs to lovers to ???, he fell first, she fell harder (+ sort of right person, wrong time), angst, fluff

WARNINGS — some curse words possibly, insecurities (abt looks, way they act, etc), some ppl might act shitty .. (will add more if any in actual post for the fic)

FEATURING — beomgyu from txt, sunghoon from enhypen, yoon from stayc

SOPH — since lyfad had the most votes in the poll, here is the long fic that i will be working on 😊 hope you guys think you made a good choice on picking this!! enjoy this little snippet 🤭 + thank u sona fans (or u guys) for picking one on sonas poll, as promised, here is the teaser <3

"Dang, you're good. Never knew you could play," you exclaimed as he finished playing the guitar.

Heeseung smiled and put the guitar down beside him. "You know me, always good at everything, but I don't mean to boast," he said. “You really don't know your best friend, do you?"

"Seriously, you're good at everything. It's hard to keep up with you," you joked, thinking about all the skills he possessed. "I wish I could play like you."

"It's not that difficult to learn. You're a quick learner," he reassured.

Eagerly, you suggested, "Could you teach me?"

"Sure, why not?" he agreed with a smile.

Excited about the opportunity to learn from Heeseung, you both decided to take some time for a quick guitar lesson. You sat right beside him, preparing to learn a few tips.

"Alright, let's start with the basics," Heeseung said, holding the guitar and showing you how to hold it properly. He hands you his guitar, allowing you to copy what he did.

You watched attentively, eager to learn everything you can. "Like this?" you asked, mimicking his hand position.

“Exactly, just position that slightly a bit more towards this way,” he scoots closer to you, propping the item correctly in your hand. “You’re doing great!”

"Now, let's learn how to strum the strings." He demonstrated a gentle strumming motion. "Try it yourself." He hands you the pick, watching over you as you try it out.

You nervously held the guitar and attempted to replicate his strumming. The sound was a bit off, but you kept trying.

Heeseung smiled reassuringly. "You’re doing great! Perfect for a first timer."

He patiently taught you the chords, giving you encouragement and guidance that you needed. Even if you fumbled a bit, you gradually started improving the sounds. "Wow, that sounds much better now," you exclaimed, surprised by your progress.

Heeseung chuckled. "See? You're a fast learner. Just keep practicing, and you'll be playing like a pro in no time."

"I just have to teach you a few more basic chords before I can teach you a song," Heeseung said, reaching over to take the guitar from your hands. However, before he could proceed, the door swung open, revealing Beomgyu. He greeted you both with a warm smile.

"You know," Beomgyu chimed in cheerfully, "if you really wanted to learn guitar, you should've asked me." He plopped down beside you, extending a hand towards Heeseung. "Hand me that guitar, Hee."

You exchanged surprised glances, amazed by the unexpected turn of events. Handing the guitar over to Beomgyu, you watched as he effortlessly adjusted his posture and strummed a few chords.

"I've been playing for a while now," Beomgyu continued, "and I'd love to share what I've learned with you."

"You know how to play guitar too?" you asked Beomgyu in surprise.

"Of course I do. Your boyfriend knows a thing or two," Beomgyu replied cheesily, earning a giggle from you. As the playful banter continued, Heeseung couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort, sensing himself becoming the third wheel. However, it wasn't an entirely unfamiliar situation.

Gradually distancing himself from the two of you, Heeseung settled into a corner, observing your interaction. He wore a gentle smile, occasionally chuckling at your playful mistakes and Beomgyu's teasing scolds.

In that moment, Heeseung couldn't deny the bittersweet longing within him. He wished he could be more than just your best friend, wishing for something more.

In the corner, Heeseung's heart felt conflicted as he watched your interaction with Beomgyu. Part of him wished he could be the one making you laugh and sharing those playful moments together. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he were the one holding the guitar, strumming strings that would make your heart skip a beat.

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pumpkinpastiesandcoffee · 2 months

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The Games We Play and The Lines We Cross

Lucius Malfoy x F!Reader 18+

Words: 2068 Warnings: NSFW, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it ppl).

~MDNI~

A/N: Fuck JK Rowling and her terf bullshit.

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Working as a secretary at the ministry required a lot more personal stakes than you had expected. The many late nights trying to stay on top of the paperwork for the minister while also making sure he had everything he needed, that you'd weeded out anything he wouldn't be interested in and so much more. Today it required you to keep the company of the illustrious Lucius Malfoy, well, that's how the minister put it, although his tone was fairly sarcastic. However due to the Malfoy's being quite the donors, the Minister had to bite his tongue and he made it quite clear that Malfoy was to be very well looked after while at the ministry, "You're to meet him at the entrance and stay by his side until he leaves."

So there you stood, waiting by the large fountain, eyes searching the crowd for a head of white hair and 2 minutes before his expected arrival you had spotted the man coming out of the floo network. This wasn't your first time attending to this man and you doubted it would be the last, so as usual you straighten yourself and head towards him. "Good afternoon, Mr Malfoy." Your voice taking on the sweet edge, it was a tone you’d learnt to use to make clients feel special. It's no wonder you were a Slytherin really. "Ms y/l/n" his tone was the opposite of yours, cold and indifferent, you knew he could be commanding with a voice like that and you were sure he would be terrifying when angry, the thought of which had you squeezing your thighs together. With a small bow you motioned for him to continue ahead. "The minister is in a meeting and asked me to extend his apologies. He'll be available shortly, in the meantime, I'll take you up to his office." Malfoy exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes flickering to you, "After you then."

The walk to the office didn't take too long, but Lucius was smart in sending you ahead of him. He got to watch the way your mid-thigh length skirt would ride up a bit as you walked, the way it showed every movement of your ass and hips had his eyes glued to it. Only looking away when he noticed you begin to turn to look back at him. This was the 8th time you'd taken him through the ministry, but it’s well over the 100th time Lucius Malfoy found himself thinking of you on your knees before him. Something about the tight skirt, fitted blouse and glasses, your presumably long hair twisted into a low bun with a few strands of h/c hair framing your face perfectly.

Unbeknownst to him however, you chose the shorter skirts for the days you'd be escorting him. Chose to leave the highest buttons on your blouse undone and when you leaned forward to pour him some tea you chose to do it at an angle that gave him the perfect view of your cleavage. Your eyes flickered over to his, catching him looking but instead of embarrassment or anger like he expected, you couldn't help the smirk that pulled at your full lips. Lucius raised a brow, tilting his head slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he watches you turn away. "That's a dangerous game you're playing Ms y/l/n," he spoke with amusement, a dare to step over the line.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about Sir?" you played at innocence, seeing what he preferred, naivety or confidence. He clicked is tongue at you, a sound a teacher would make when you disappoint them, however he didn’t seem overly disappointed as his eyes trailed your form. Before either of you could take the banter further the Minister stepped in, eyes dull and with an air of utter exhaustion. “Cornelius,” Lucius spoke his name with a certain amount of contempt that only he could make sound enticing, the Minister however visibly tensed under the scrutiny of his grey eyes. “Ah, Lucius, good to see you again.” It was a lie; they both knew it and you wondered if the pleasantry would have been dropped had you not been there. Fudge turned his eyes to you and gave a short nod, “Would mind giving us the room dear?” “Of course,” and with a small bow you moved to leave, eyes flickering over to meet Malfoy’s one more time, lips curling into a coquettish smile before you closed the door behind you.

They had been in there about half an hour, the office had a permanent silence spell cast over it so you unfortunately couldn’t eavesdrop on them therefore opting to bide your time with sorting through a series of letters from the public. However, you found yourself perking up at the sound of the door opening. “Ms ‘y/l/n, would you walk Mr Malfoy out please? I’m going for lunch” Fudge spoke, and you stood up, moving to stand by them, smiling up at them both, “Absolutely Sir.” The Minister was quick to walk away and you found yourself looking back to Lucius. “I seem to have left my cane behind,” he mused, looking down at you expectantly. “I’ll go get it for you Sir,” and you headed back into the office.

You had just picked up the cane when you heard the door close, glancing up you were surprised to see Lucius walking over to you, left hand extended. You placed the cane in his hand and he took the opportunity to grab your wrist with his right, pulling you close to him. You were left breathless, eyes wide as you stared up at him, heart racing as you waited for him to make his next move.

“You’ve been very, lascivious, with me, perhaps it’s time I take advantage of that, hm?” his lips curled up into something between a smirk and sneer. It was hard to tell if he was interested or simply making fun of you but you decided to take a chance and inched closer. Placing your free hand on his chest, tilting your head back as your eyes flicked between his and his lips, “Perhaps you should, Lucius” your voice came out just barely above a whisper, breath fanning across his lips. The wizard had no more resolve to cling to and instead of trying he closed the already small gap and pressed his lips flush to yours.

The cane he had been holding was now discarded on the floor, left hand now cupping your jaw as he deepened the kiss. You were not one to submit easily, his tongue slid across your bottom lip and when you didn’t obey, he squeezed your wrist tightly causing you to gasp. He pushed in, exploring your mouth with force, as if he were trying to memorise it as quickly as possible. When he finally broke away you were gasping for hair, his own chest heaving for oxygen.

His eyes flicked over to The Minister’s desk, it was mostly bare, a quill and ink pot along side his name plaque. Deciding that was the best option he turned you around, hand still tightly holding your wrist as he pushed you against it, only letting go once he had you bent over the wooden surface. His hands now trailed down your sides, fingers digging into your hips as he pressed himself against you. He was already hard and the sentiment only made you wetter, thighs squeezing together in response.

“How long does Cornelius take for lunch” Lucius asked as one gloved hand slid under your skirt, slowly bunching the fabric up to your waist. “A-about an hour” you stuttered out, breath hitching again as he dragged the knuckle of his index finger down your clothed cunt, humming as his attention shifted to the clock above the desk for a moment, “Then we haven’t much time.” His fingers tracked back to the hem of your underwear, curling around the band before pulling them down, letting the lace fabric fall to your ankles. “I do wish I had the time devour you, but I’ll settle for ruining you instead.”

The sound you made in response was embarrassing, a whiny moan that only amused the man. You heard the sound of his belt being undone, followed closely by a zipper and you waited with bated breath for him to touch you again. This time when he did however it was the head of his cock that he ran through your folds, another whine causing him to chuckle. “So desperate for me, how very pitiful of you. I wonder if you’d even beg for me to take you.” You didn’t think before you spoke, a whimper followed by your voice pleading with him, “Please, Lucius. Please ruin me, please.” The groan from behind you was a divine sound, even more so when it dropped lower as he sunk himself into you.

The satisfied moan you let out had him gripping your hips tighter, his foot kicking your legs further apart as he began to set a steady pace. Lucius filled you beautifully, enough of a stretch that you were whimpering but not too much to cause discomfort. Your hands curled around the edge of the desk, using the leverage to press back into him, making his thrusts hit harder. “Lucius, gods, Lucius don’t stop” you have huffed out, both of you hitting a stride that was quickly tightening the coils in your lower bellies. He leant forward more, one hand reaching for your hair, entwining amongst the strands and tugging, the bun coming loose from the force.

With your head tilted back your mouth now hung open which made your moans come out louder. You were getting closer so you slipped on hand down, desperately circling your clit. Seeing you do this, Lucius moved the hand in your hair down to replace yours. His fingers were much larger and with the leather gloves he wore it was a smoother friction and it didn’t take much for you to cry out his name, nails biting into the desk as you pressed your cheek to the table. The feeling of your walls clamping around him sent him over into his own high, the grip on your hip most definitely would leave bruises. He leant against you, chest pressed to your back and his lips finding your neck as you both breathed raggedly, the highs of your orgasms wearing off.

After a few minutes he pulled himself away, sliding out of you with a stifled grunt before tucking himself back into his pants. You were still bent over the desk, legs now pressed together as you debated whether they could hold you up. Suddenly you felt his hands at your ankles, gently pulling the underwear you had on back up. It was quiet between you as made yourself presentable. When you looked back over to him, he was stood by the chair, cane in hand as his eyes watched you closely. Deciding that the worse he could do would be to push you away, you stepped back over to him, gently resting your hands on his chest. To your relief he leant down, allowing you the chance to kiss him again, this time however you found yourself running your fingers through his hair, the strands feeling as soft as silk.

“I best be going, if I’m still here when Cornelius returns there’ll be questions” Lucius spoke, his tone returning to neutral but not as cold as before. “Shall I walk you out still?” “That was your order, no?” Smiling gently up at him you did as you had promised and walked him back down to the floo network. He stopped, turning those stunning eyes back to you, “I’ll make all my appointments just before The Ministers lunch from now on, it seems better suited for me, don’t you think?” His lips quirked up into a smirk, and your cheeks dusted pink as you looked up at him, understanding the promise of more from him. “I can certainly make that work for you Sir.” With a short hum, he turned away and headed into line. You watched him leave before returning to your desk outside Cornelius’s office. The Minister returning only moments after you. “Malfoy didn’t give you any trouble, did he?” Cornelius asked as he pulled open his office door. “No Sir, no trouble at all.”

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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hello there! idk if you’re taking requests but if you are i was wondering if you could please write a steve harrington x reader that takes place during his king steve era? the reader is popular and has shallow cheerleaders as friends (she doesn’t like them but wants to fit in) and they make a bet where she has to make king steve fall in love with her. reader agrees bc she wants to please her friends and also bc she heard steve is a douche and wants him to experience the hurt he’s caused other ppl. steve has had a crush on the reader for a while. during the bet, reader begins to learn more about steve and his parents and why he began his king steve persona. he’s more vulnerable with her and she realizes that deep inside he’s a good guy. then steve finds out about the bet during a dance or something and gets really angry and feels used. reader has to find a way to apologize and also dumps her friends in the process. basically lots of angst but with a happy ending of course, thank you!!

AN | Buckle up because this one hurts before it gets better. But there is a happy ending!🥺

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4.5k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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“Truth or dare?” you hated this. Hated being at this stupid party and hated playing this stupid game and hated these people. But that was a worry for a different day. You put on a big smile and happy face before mulling over your options. Truth was fine enough, but it was boring. Dare would probably just be mild enough to be slightly interesting. You doubted that any of these dimwitted jocks and cheerleaders could think up anything that daring.

“Dare,” you sighed lightly, wanting nothing more than to get this down and over with, “make it good.”

“I dare you to make King Steve fall in love with you.”

“Easy,” you agreed, thinking nothing more of it, “this will be so easy. Next time, make it a real challenge.”

“And then humiliate him in front of everyone when you dump him.”

“Consider it done.”

Little did you know that single dare would lead to both the best and worst moments of your life.

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You spotted him at his locker, putting away his books and binders for the day. For once there wasn’t a huge group of people around him, praising him and practically desperate for his attention. You figured you might as well make your move now and get the show on the round.

You experienced a slight moment of hesitation when you thought about what you were planning on doing to him. It really didn’t make you any better than the cheerleaders and popular kids that were your friends - allegedly. Oh well. For once in his life, he deserved to be pushed down a peg and experience some humility.

You tightened your ponytail, making sure it was high and bouncy before walking over to him. You made sure to sway your hips just a touch more as you approached him, and luckily, it had your desired effect. Steve’s eyes snapped to you, a small smile tugging up the corners of his mouth as he looked you over, “h-hey.”

“Hi Steve,” say his name sweetly and offer him your best doe eyes. That should do the trick. You even decided to be extra and batted your lashes, wondering if it was doing anything for him or if it just made you look like a bigger fool, “how’s it going?”

“G-good,” he almost choked on the singular word. It wasn’t exactly shocking that you were talking to him, you ran in the same circles after all. But you’d never really gone out of your way to talk to him or get to know him individually, “what’s up?”

“Well,” you rocked back and forth on your heel sweetly, “I was wondering if you wanted to go and see a movie this weekend, maybe get dinner too.”

“Like a date?” he asked, pretty brown eyes lighting up with excitement. Your heart fluttered excitedly for a moment at his response before you nodded.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, “like a date. Whaddaya say, Steve?”

“Yes,” he sounded so excited that for a moment you almost forgot that this was all part of a bigger, grander, scheme, “I’d love to.”

“Cool,” you reached into your backpack and quickly ripped out a piece of paper and grabbed a pen, scribbling down your phone number in pretty pink ink, “call me later, ‘kay?”

“I will,” he took the piece of paper from your hand and held onto it tightly. Just to top things off, you pressed a kiss to his cheek before walking away. Maybe it was over the top, but you really wanted to sell it. You didn’t know why it even mattered to you to do this….was it because you wanted the thrill? Or because you wanted the approval of your fake friends? You weren’t sure yet, but whatever happened wouldn’t be that bad; you were just having a little fun, “s-see you.”

“Bye Stevie,” you waved at him on your way out, a smile on your face until you turned around and let it drop into a frown.

Part one was completed - score a date with Steve Harrington.

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The next part was going to be the hardest. The act of making Steve fall in love with you.

Your first date went well, and you actually had a good time with him. He picked a good movie, took you to a decent restaurant for dinner and was a complete gentleman. He’d put his arm around your shoulders during the movie, held your hand on the walk to the restaurant, and when he dropped you off at home, he hadn’t even tried to kiss you- you’d taken the initiative and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

He called the next day, not bothering to worry about whether or not he should wait. He asked you on another and then another, and then some more. Eventually you shared that first kiss, the one that led to many others, he asked you to be his girlfriend, you had sex for the first time, and eventually settled into what seemed like a happy relationship.

There were times when you almost forgot that this wasn’t real. Well, it might have been real for Steve, but it wasn’t for you. That was something you constantly had to remind yourself of. It was easy to get lost in the fantasy of being his girlfriend; for all that he was, King Steve turned out to be a pretty amazing boyfriend.

You found yourself standing outside his door, waiting for him to answer while you looked around the yard. His parents were gone again; come to think of it, you’d never met or even seen his parents. Hmm. It was nearing Christmas and most houses had some sort of decoration or lights up. But not the Harringtons’.

“Hey angel,” Steve had opened the door, interrupting your thoughts and offering you a dazzling smile. You grinned back at him, letting him pull you in for a warm hug, “you look really pretty.”

“Steve,” he felt so warm and smelled so good that it became all consuming. You hung on for just a little bit longer than you normally would have, wanting his comforting touch, “you don’t look so bad yourself.”

You gently put a hand on his face, brushing your thumb over the apple of his cheek before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. Admittedly, Steve was a great kisser and it was easy to give into him and get lost in him forever. But, deep down, you knew that this wasn’t going to be forever and shouldn’t push it too much. You still planned on dumping him and making it a scene, you should slowly start letting him down. But not tonight, you just couldn’t…

“You’re just in time,” he took your hand, leaving his fingers through yours and led you inside, “I just finished dinner!”

“Wow,” it smelled delicious in the house, which caused your stomach to growl loudly. You grinned sheepishly as he chuckled, leading you into the kitchen, “it all smells delicious, Steve. A-are your parents going to be here?”

“Umm…no,” his face fell slightly and you regretted asking. You reached up and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, “they are, ugh, out of town on business again. They’re not around much.”

“Oh,” you hadn’t known that, but it suddenly made sense why you hadn’t met them. Steve seemed like the type of guy that would introduce you to his parents, given the opportunity. It explained why nothing was decorated for the holidays either, “I’m sorry to hear that, Steve.”

“It’s nothing,” he shrugged it off, but you could see that it bothered him nonetheless. He pulled out a chair for you, “it’s something you get used to. They haven’t been around much since I was a kid. But let’s not talk about that, but something happy. How was your day?”

“Umm,” you really, really, just wanted to pull him into your arms and make the pout on his pretty lips go away. Instead you pulled yourself together and reminded yourself that these were not the types of feelings you should have been having. It was all supposed to be shallow and surface level - the trouble was that you were already far past that, “it was okay. Classes were the same as always - boring - and cheer practice was fine. This is definitely the highlight of my day though, getting to see you.”

“The feeling is mutual,” a smile found its way back onto his pretty face and you relaxed, “can I get you something to drink?”

“Coke please,” you’d noticed that he often seemed to keep some at this place these days. You wondered if he’d always kept some, or if it had been a habit he’d adopted when you’d started dating, “wait - new coke please.”

“Not happening,” you heard him laughing as he pulled a can from the fridge. He cracked it open and poured it into a glass with just the right amount of ice that you liked. Steve brought it over and playfully popped a bendy straw in the glass for you. He paused for a moment to kiss your cheek before pulling away, “new coke is terrible and I will continue to shame you for liking it.”

“Ahh, and here I was, thinking you loved me,” you teased, taking a long sip of your drink. It took a moment for you to realize what you had said, but when you did your eyes went wide as you turned to him, “I-I just meant….it was a joke?”

“I love you,” he replied in the most fond voice ever that caused you to exhale nervously, smiling softly as a pretty pastel pink flush colored his cheeks. Oh no, “I just think that you have terrible taste in soda and I refuse to allow you to make such bad decisions.”

“My hero,” you almost choked on your coke as you tried not to lose your mind at what he had just said. He’d said it so casually, so sweetly, and without hesitation that you knew he wasn’t joking, “thank you, Stevie.”

Part two was complete - Steve Harrington was in love with you.

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Part three was publicly breaking up with Steve and humbling him in front of everyone.

This turned out to be the hardest part of all. You thought it would have been so easy, but it turned out that Steve Harrington wasn’t what you had expected him to be. When you got down to the root of it all, you came to learn that Steve was a good guy. King Steve was not who he was at all; it was a façade put up to protect himself; no one else had ever done that for him. He’d been torn down and constantly reminded that he was not good enough from an early age by his parents; and then never told otherwise. Deep down he was still just that small boy crying out for love.

And you found yourself wanting to be the person that gave him that love. Yeah. That definitely was not part of the plan. Which left you in a very confused position.

By day, your group of friends, if they could even be called as such, asked for updates and wanted to know when you were finally going to dump him. It had been decided that you would do it at the winter formal; most of the students would be attending and it would surely create the spectacle you originally desired. But even the mere idea of it made a pit form in your stomach.

“I hate cheerleading,” it blurted out of your mouth before you could even think about it. Steve grabbed the remote and paused the movie before turning his attention onto you. The two of you were curled up on his couch, cuddling under a blanket but your mind wouldn’t quiet down, and wouldn’t let you enjoy anything. So…it just sort of came out.

“What?” he asked softly, unsure if he’d heard you correctly. Judging by the upset look on your face he could tell that you weren’t joking, “what do you mean, angel?”

“I…I hate it,” you confessed softly; it felt right to tell him this, it felt right that out of all the people in the world to trust with this, it would be Steve, “I never even wanted to do it…I just sort of got shoved into it. And I never stopped. But I’ve come to understand just how very much I don’t want to do it.”

“Well,” he reached over and gently stroked your cheek, “then you should stop. If it’s not making you happy, you don’t have to do it.”

“I…it’s not that simple,” you shrugged. Years of building up a reputation and it could all so easily disappear. If they knew you, the real you, the one that loved all sorts of nerdy things and was a dork underneath it all, they wouldn’t hesitate to make you a social outcast. You’d basically be the new Eddie Munson, which really didn’t seem so bad at the end of the day, “you know it’s not. Besides, we’re almost done with school. What’s another year or so?”

“You shouldn’t have to just put up with it,” he insisted, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, “you should do what you want, what makes you happy.”

“Steve…” you could have easily told him, you could have confessed it all and gotten it all out in the open. You could have told him that it started as a joke, but then you actually fell in love with him. It couldn’t have easily ended tonight, but as you stared at his pretty brown eyes, you weren’t able to, “you’re right. I-I’ll think about it.”

“Good,” he kissed your forehead before pulling you into lap. It had already become your favorite spot in the world, “I’ll be with you, whatever you choose to do, angel.”

Of course he would. He had a good, kind heart. The man that you thought was just King Steve was anything but; he was amazing, thrust into his little persona around a few people but that wasn’t him. You knew that now; you didn’t end up hating him...if you you ended up falling in love with him. Fuck.

The last phase of the plan sucked. But you knew you’d have to make a decision soon.

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Winter Formal turned out not to be as bad as you’d expected but then again, that was most likely because your date was Steve. He looked so outrageously handsome in his suit, and it felt like it made you fall for him all over again. But as always, he insisted that you were the beautiful one and he definitely looked at you as though you had hung all the stars in the night sky.

You’d made a decision about him, finally, and just in time. You wanted to stay with him, you wanted Steve, and you wanted to be with him and see where this went. All you had to do now was tell your little squad that the dare was off and while you were at it, that you were quitting cheerleading. You had this whole brilliant plan in your head, positive that nothing could go wrong.

Well, you were wrong on that count.

“I’m gonna run to the restroom, I’ll be right back,” you had to shout in his ear over the crowd of people and loud music. He gave your hand a squeeze to acknowledge that he heard you. You quickly ran off, weaving and winding your way through the crowd of hot, sweaty bodies.

Steve decided that now was a good time to refresh your drinks, and walked over to the table covered with different drinks. He spotted a group of girls that he knew were your friends, or rather faux friends as you had confessed but thought nothing of it. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious, it was only natural. He listened in as he started to ladle punch for the two of you.

“Can you believe she’s actually going to dump him tonight?”

“She’s going to do it in front of everyone! He’ll be so humiliated.”

“King Steve is going to be no more. What a shame, he’s pretty hot.”

“I can’t believe she actually played him for so long! It’s probably gonna break his little heart.”

“Come on - if anyone deserves to be humbled it’s Steve Harrington.”

“The King is dead, long live the Queen!”

Yeah - Steve definitely wasn’t meant to hear any of that. He managed to overfill the red plastic cups and got punch all over the table. His heart was pounding and he could hear the blood rushing in in his ears. He didn’t want to believe what he had heard…but it made sense. You were no better than them - you were just like the people you claimed to hate.

He abandoned the cups and rushed out of the gym, pushing his way through people without explanation. His whole head was spinning. You happened to be leaving the restroom at the same time and noticed him rushing past you.

“Steve?” you called after him but he didn’t stop, either not having heard you or he was ignoring you. You took off after him, concerned at what had suddenly changed to cause this, “Steve!”

He finally stopped when he was outside near the parking lot in the cold night air. You held up your hands and looked at him in concern. The first thing you noticed was that there were tears glistening in his eyes. Oh no. That might have been the worst thing you’d ever seen.

“Stevie-”

“This whole time,” his voice cracked and he sounded so hurt, “this whole it was all just a lie?”

“W-what are you talking about?” your heart was beating so quickly that you were surprised it burst through your ribcage and out of your chest. He shook his head and some of his tears ran down his cheeks.

“Don’t act like you don’t know! I heard your friends talking about me,” he angrily wiped away the tears as your face fell, “you were going to dump me? Humiliate me? For what?! Was this all just a game to you?”

“Steve, let me explain-”

“You’re not even denying it,” he sniffled and you just wanted to wrap him in your arms and make it all better, “I was an idiot this whole time. I let you in, I fell in love with you and now I know that none of it was ever real. It was fake this whole time.”

“Please, just listen for one moment,” you were crying now too, although you didn’t deserve too. This was all your fault.

“You used me,” he shook his head, “for what? Your own sick pleasure. I know this was all some huge joke to you, but this was real to me. Every word I said to you, everything, all of it was real! I thought that maybe for once, someone actually liked me for me, as I am, but I was wrong. I should have known better.”

“It wasn’t a joke,” you stepped closer to him and reached for his hand but he flinched out of your touch, “please, don’t do this, give me a chance to explain…”

“Why?” he asked quietly, “so you can break my heart more? You know, you say you don’t like those girls, that they’re not your friends, but you know what? You’re just fucking like them. You’re no better than they are.”

“I-I’m not,” you pleaded with him, but he just shook his head, “please - don’t go.”

“I’m done,” he inhaled deeply before exhaling shakily, “I am so done with you. I can’t believe you’d do this…I thought you were different. I thought…I thought you were the one.”

“Steve-”

“Turns out the joke really was me the entire time,” he shook his head before turning around, “you got what you wanted - humiliated and heartbroken. Sorry there was no one around to see.”

You watched him walk away, unable to go after him, rooted to the ground. Everything had just completely fallen apart. You might have just lost the best thing in your life. All because you were a stupid mean girl, just like all the others.

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But you were about to just give up. Not that easily - Steve was worth fighting for.

You left him alone for a few days, but decided that you couldn’t take it anymore. You were going to go and explain everything, and the rest was up to him. At the very least you owed him the honest truth, even if he still hated you.

When you showed up on his doorstep, you were surprised that he opened the door to you. Honestly, he hadn’t even bothered to look through the peephole before opening the door. He was too drained for any of that.

“What are you doing here?” his face was surprisingly neutral for a man you were sure hated you. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to find the right words to convey how you felt about him.

“I came to explain,” you admitted nervously, “I just want you to hear it all straight from me. And if you still hate me at the end of it, that’s okay. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but you deserve the truth.”

He exhaled deeply but ended up giving you a nod and motioning for you to follow him inside. You followed him into the kitchen and you were half tempted to make a joke about wanting a coke. But that was for a different time, “go ahead. Talk.”

“It all started out at this stupid party,” you grimaced even recalling that night, “we were playing truth or dare and truth seemed so boring so I picked dare. They…dared me to ask you out, make you fall for me, and then publicly dump you.”

His face twisted into a grimace as he looked away, “and you just went with it.”

“Honestly? I did at first,” you swallowed thickly, “I was just so tired of them and it seemed like something interesting to do and I realize how completely fucked up that sounds…because it was.”

“Yeah.”

“Then I asked you out and you said yes, and it just felt so…right?” you caught his eye and he raised his eyebrows, “going out with you felt so right. You were so kind, so nice, and I had such a good time with you. And then we kept going out and somewhere, early into it all, it wasn’t fake anymore. It didn’t feel like a joke - it wasn’t a joke.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me sooner?” he asked softly, “it would have been…we could have…I dunno.”

“I wanted to, so many times,” you promised, “but I got scared and couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to break your heart - which seems stupid now because look at what I did. But Steve, I…I got to you know and I started falling for you and it was so easy. You are such a good, kind, loving person. I felt so alive with you, like I could be myself and never had to worry. I realized…that I’d fallen in love with you.”

“But you were-”

“I wasn’t,” you shook your head fervently, “at the dance…I was going to tell them that it was over, that it was stupid and this little dare was done. I wasn’t going to dump you, that was not my intention at all. I was going to go and find them after I used the restroom but…you beat me to it.”

“You weren’t going to?”

“No, Steve,” you sighed as you stared at your feet, “I feel so fucking stupid. The worst thing was that I hurt you. I-I never wanted to hurt you, not since the moment you said yes when I asked you out. I got to know you and…it wasn’t hard to fall for you. You made it so easy, so wonderful and I’ve never felt about anyone else the way I feel about you. I-I meant it when I said I didn’t want to do cheerleading and that I didn’t like any of them. But you were right, I’m not better than them. I should have told you about this stupid dare at the very beginning; I-I should have stopped it. But I didn’t and that was wrong of me and I ended up hurting you. That was the last thing I ever wanted to happen.”

“Do you mean it?” your eyes shifted from the floor and up to his eyes. He was hard to read but, to your surprise, you didn’t see any anger or hate, “did you mean it when you said that you…fell in love with me?”

“Yes,” you whispered, the corners of your mouth tugging up into a small, tentative little smile, “I mean it. Truly - no joke, no dare.”

“Okay,” he nodded lightly, tongue darting out to wet his lips, “I’m not going to pretend that finding out that this started off as a joke didn’t hurt me. But I also know that it took a lot for you to come here and explain everything to me.”

“Well, you deserve the truth,” you whispered, “I’m sorry, Steve. Truly. But thank you for giving me the chance to explain it all.”

A moment of silence fell over the two of you, not uncomfortable but not as easy as it used to be. You cleared your throat before turning to leave, deciding that you’d said your peace and it was time to go.

But you didn’t make it to the front door; instead you felt his long, slender fingers wrap around your wrist. A small sound of surprise escaped your lips as you turned back, “Steve?”

He pulled you closer, leaving just a small bit of distance between your bodies. You were both breathing rapidly, staring into each other’s eyes, “do you still mean it?”

“Yes,” that was all that he needed to hear before he crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you like he’d never done before. This kiss was filled with emotion, but still so saccharine and soft; you could have stayed like that for hours. When you reluctantly came apart for a breath of air, you were grinning at each other, “Steve…I don’t…why?”

“Because I love you,” he pressed his forehead against yours, “this started out unconventional, but what we have is real. And that’s worth fighting for.”

“Oh Steve,” he could feel you smiling against his lips which made his heart relax, “I love you so much.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader

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olderthannetfic · 4 months

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there's something really alienating about being a black kpop fan who doesn't only or even primarily listen to kpop. i get it. a lot of the success of the groups comes down to their fans' attachments to the members, hence why they have variety shows and reality shows and special signings for nearly every group. but it feels like the ppl who insulate themselves in kpop fandoms get whiplash when they realize the rest of the world doesn't really care about our faves. the music video for the jk (of bts) collaboration with usher came out recently, and it has really been something to see armies show their asses to one of the living legends in music today. there would be no kpop without artists like usher, omarion, ginuwine, ready for the world, sisqo, etc. usher is your idol's idol. they're all his sons. sure jk's song is fun and engaging. as an army, i'm proud of him. though, it's a song and choreography that is heavily inspired by motown, boogie, soul, and r&b with some funk and hiphop elements [mainly in the choreography], all musical/cultural styles that came from black americans. it's not up for debate. it's just a fact.

so, when the general public sees jk dancing in this style to this genre of music next to usher, obviously, they're going to focus on usher. it doesn't matter to the general western (mainly american) public that jk created the choreography and taught it to usher himself. to the rest of the world outside of kpop and armies, jk's song and dance is a cultural imitation of usher and the artists who came before him... and they're not exactly wrong. i can understand that it's hurtful to other armies to see and hear this because it sounds like they're diminishing his talent and hard work, but the point still stands. jk is imitating usher and others because that's a big part of what kpop is. it's a cultural imitation. the american general public sees it the same as someone watching their "bts american hustle life" reality show from 2014--kinda cringey and fake. other american artist get the same treatment like, bruno mars (or drake whenever he decides he wants to change his nationality for extra spice this week). it's just really weird to act as though it's impossible to understand what (black) westeners are saying when they say jk is imitating usher. you know what it means. it's a factual statement, and it doesn't take away from jk (and all idols') hard work. but let's just call a thing a thing because it's getting ridiculous now. this is why i can't be active in kpop fandoms. the cognitive dissonance is way too much.

It's kind of tragic and hilarious how many BTS fans managed to listen to Hip Hop Lover and not... like... look up any of the names that were just listed off for them. Guys, please, even out of kpop groups, BTS have always made it clear they are mega fanboys who want to imitate black artists from the US and their dearest dream is for sempai to notice them. Which is happening. Good for them.

Honestly, the best way to engage with kpop fandom is to just watch people like that MONQ guy.

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Tips for lower back pain? I'm in my 20s but my back feels 80 D:

OK first PSA: I'm not a doctor and this is PURELY advice from my own experience as a human person with a spine.

Anon....what if I told you there is a Top Secret way to get rid of ur lower back pain forever? I suffered from the same issue plus pain shooting down my legs, and went as far as getting a CT scan that showed I have a disc herniation or some shit. Anyways my options were surgery or PT but I did neither cause getting back surgery is risky and the closest PT appointment was like a fucking YEAR ahead. Anyways I did some layman research and figured if I undo the damage that did this to me in the first place (prolonged sitting), then it might do some good. First thing u should know that, at least for ppl in our age range that suffer from lower back pain stemming from inactivity, that the pain isn't actually coming from the spine itself but most likely from our HIPS. When u sit perpetually u basically destroy the muscles responsible for keeping ur pelvis in its Natural place, and u tend to get an anterior pelvic tilt, which both stretches ur sciatic nerve (causing that pain shooting down legs, if u got it) and puts extra pressure on ur lower vertebrae attached to the pelvis (which causes the herniation), which is what causing ur lower back pain (if ur issue is similar to mine). This tilt also destroys whatever flexibility u got in ur pelvis and in turn rly fucks with ur potential mobility. In order to fix this u need to retrain the muscles responsible for holding ur pelvis in its proper place, and u gotta open up ur hips for that maximum rotational mobility. What made my lower back pain completely disappear was these 2 exercises that I did (and still do) daily, unrelated to my workout routine:

1. Leg raises - opens up ur hips, works inner thigh muscles that went numb from all these yrs of sitting. You'll be surprised how challenging it actually is and it'll probably feel super uncomfortable at first. It gets better!

2. Kettlebell swings - retrains your core muscles, hips, ass and hamstrings to keep ur pelvis in its proper position. Strengthens ur entire anterior chain in general. What u need to understand abt the swings is that u NEED to tilt ur pelvis in this motion. A cue that helps me do this is letting out a sharp SSSS sound which flexes the core muscles, which tenses up the ass muscles too and u feel that "pull".

This is for the leg raises:

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This is for the kettlebell swings:

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Do these daily anon and I promise u u will see quick improvement!! This shit legit saved my fucking life

#fitness #lower back pain dont have to be just a Fact Of Life get tf rid of it besties

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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I Can’t Help Falling In Love: Austin Butler

Austin Butler Masterlist

word count: 1,008

Request: can my request be that the reader and Austin are dating and so he takes her to the Cannes premiere of Elvis and then they go to the after-party together and she’s also a famous model so she invited ppl like Kendall Jenner, Bella Hadid, etc to come to the party? and at the after-party all the girls are just having fun on the dance floor together and Austin is just watching and laughing and so in love with y/n

You and Austin your boyfriend of three were currently in Cannes, France for the premiere of his movie Elvis and you couldn't be more proud of him, you were already at the hotel last night waiting for him to arrive since you had a fashion show in a town close by.

"I've missed you so much, baby." He said wrapping his arms around you once he stepped into the hotel room.

"I missed you too, my love." You said placing a kiss on his lips.

You rolled over expecting to feel Austin, but instead met with an empty space making you confused as to where he was. You sat up and rubbed your eyes and saw the balcony door open which lead you to believe your boyfriend was out there, you slide on your slippers and walked out there and wrapped your arms around him.

"Good morning baby." He says lifting one of your hands up to his mouth.

"Morning handsome. What are you doing out here so early?" You asked him pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

"Just a little worried about how the premier will go is all." He said as turned and looked at you.

"It's going to do great and they are going to love you as much as I do, and you've already gotten praise from his family so there is nothing to worry about, my love." You said looking up at him.

"But..." He started to say.

"But nothing my love, we are going to get dressed and go grab some breakfast and relax before we have to start getting ready." You said making him nod at your words.

"I love you so much, baby." He said pressing a kiss to your lips.

"I love you more, my love." You said smiling at him before you two headed back into your room to try and enjoy your morning before all the craziness that was about to ensue later on today.

A couple of hours later you and Austin were in your hotel room both getting ready, as the stylists and everyone helped you guys get ready while staying on time. You had just finished sliding into your dress, thanks to the help of your stylists so you wouldn't ruin your hair or makeup.

"Wow, baby....You look beautiful." Austin said making you blush.

"Not nearly as handsome you look." You said making him blush in return as the stylist and everyone awwed at you two.

"Alright so Austin you will ride with the cast and walk the carpret with them while your lovely girlfriend will be walking ride with her friends and walk the carpet with them, if that's alright with both of you." His agent said.

"Sounds good, but about what during the showing, will she be seated near me?" He asked squeezing your hand.

"She will, literally in the seat behind you that way if you need her for anything, you can talk to her or something you can." His agent said as Austin smiled at you.

"Is that alright with you baby?" He asked you as you nodded your head yes at him.

The two of you made your way out towards the where the cars where waiting, once you two left the hotel, you were met with a swarm of paparazzi and Austin kept a protect hold on you while you two made it towards your cars and he opened the door for you.

"I love you baby." He said pressing a kiss to your lips despite the craziness happening around you,

"I love you more, my love." You said smiling at him before climbing into the car with your friends Bella Hadid, and Kendall Jenner.

"You guys are seriously so cute." Bella making you blush as the car started driving.

"She's right, I love seeing how love you two are. Are you happy girl?" Kendall asked you.

"So very happy." You said with a smile on your face.

You three arrived at the carpet and the door opened for you and you climbed out behind them and walked the carpet with them not too far behind Austin, who took every chance he got to smile or wink at you. Eventually you three made your way inside and towards your seats where Austin was waiting for you, which made you smile.

"Excuse me sir, your in my seat." You said trying to fight the smile that was threatening to break out on your face.

"My apolgies ma'am, I was only waiting to give my beautiful girlfriend a kiss since i have seen hear in almost forty minutes." He said making you smile as he stood up and wrapped his arms around you.

"Your a dork." You said to him making him laugh.

"A dork you love, right?" He asked you.

"Unforntuately." You said faking sighing as he laughed at you.

"I love you baby." He said pressing a kiss to your lips.

"I love you too, handsome. Now go take your seat before we get in trouble." You said smiling at him as he recluntantley made his way to his seat.

The movie eventually started and you were so impressed at how good he did protraying Elvis that you were in tears by the end of the movie. It wasn't until you heard people clapping that you realized that it was over, so you clapping and cheering loudly for him as he hugged everyone and thanked them until he turned towards you with tears in his eyes.

"I love you." You mouthed to him.

"I love you more." He mouthed back before being dragged back to the cameras and his cast members.

You guys eventually made your way towards the after party, and after spending sometime with Austin, your girls were dragging you to the dancefloor despite your protests to wanting to stay with your man. While you were dancing your friends, Austin couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face as he watched you, he felt really lucky to have found someone like you who supports and loves him like no other.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler x yn #austin butler x you #austin butler fluff

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floof-ghostie · 11 months

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casually leans on wall and hands you a microphone. how was the spiderverse experience i want all the deets (ive already watched it dw about spoilers👍🏾)

Ohhhh Strap in we're gonna be here for a while (Imma do this in point form for this, because so many thoughts, no energy for real paragraphs

Okay the animation. THE ANIMATION MEDIUMS. So many cool methods. I loved the colour changes in Gwen's universe. HOBIE'S ENTIRE THING, THE WAY HE'S ANIMATED OMG

Mumbattan is such a cool city, I love mashing irl cities to make one cool megacity so much it's such a lil fave worldbuilding thing of mine

Pavitr is so great, I love him, idek how to talk about him I just like him a lot. Him and his gf make such a cute pair too!

Also him saying "I don't use product, just coconut oil, prayer, and good genetics". I love him

The chai tea scene. God he's so great

THe character design is amazing and sososososo cool!! I love that we see the characters change (Gwen's hair growing longer and pinker, Miles' growth spurt, Peter B.'s bathrobe, MAYDAY's LIL SPIDER HAT THAT MJ PROLLY MADE FOR HER).

I love Pravitr's costume glowup. Thank you to whoever arranged for that.

Also, Hobie??? His lace coded boots?? His locs??? HIS FUCKING PIERCINGSSS??? HOW HE COMPARED A FUCKING VOID TO CAPITALISM??? Him taking a liking to Mayday, and straight up SHOWING MILES HOW TO GET OUT OF THE FORCE FIELD WITH A LIL SMIRK?!!! I need him. Need his gender. I love his anarchist ass.

His design really calls back to the punk scene in England, and I love the way he reminds me of old newspapers

Speaking of Hobie, holy shit that guy was flirting with Miles. I know what you are (pls Hobie do u like enbies?)

"I hate the AM, I hate the PM (prime minister probably, idk for sure) AND I HATE LABELS" I love you

Daniel Kaluuya, thank you for your service.

Also Hobie and Gwen make such a funny friendship. But I don't ship them.

The themes of growing up, and Miles' parents being worried about Miles and the people he's with...I nearly cried in the theatre, and I don't normally cry during stuff.

You can just tell that black people were making the big decisions for this movie. Aaron and Rio asking Miles why he took the braids out. Jeff and Rio being like "On time means 5 minutes early", I felt so at home watching this movie. I'm not even from Brooklyn but I just felt so at home at all the interactions Miles had with his neighbors. Even the random storeowner.

Like ppl were speaking aave, using patois, Hobie's accent. And none of that was played for laughs (except for Hobie's lingo but that's a little different bc he's British)

I love how Miles' Ganke is so different from Peter Parker's Ganke. It's such a fun detail how Miles' Ganke was like "I'm not gonna be your guy in the chair".

I love that despite the general "Canon" for Spider Man, there are some differences! I love those intricate details!

And the way the lady in the office was so hasty to force the narrative of them "struggling" when that really wasn't the case? Hit real close to home. I just love the Davis-Morales family

I love the way that the Spot isn't like a general "mildly bad" villain like I originally assumed. I really thought he'd be kind of a "setup" villain, or something that they'd have to clean up and THEN Miles would take care of Miguel and them.

I especially love the way that The Spot is someone from the first movie, who we don't even know until his backstory is brought up.

His voice is also perfect too. He sounds like a complete loser.

Miguel O'Hara. Meet me outside, I just wanna talk

No For real though, he talks a lot of shit about Miles being "The Original anomaly" when his ass needs to inject himself with some kinda spider-fluid to maintain his powers??? Mind you, he tried to force himself into a reality that wasn't his.

This guy is just an A-class hater. What do you have against Miles, honestly???

On the subject of the Spider Verse I think it's so cool how there were so many callbacks to the original canon of Spiderman! I loved seeing the og live action Spider Men in the film too!

And the easter eggs! I couldn't keep up with them all!

Also, wtf was Childish Gambino there. I mean I'm not mad, I actually found Miles' staring at him really funny

I love Issa Rae's voice! But Jessica, queen, please don't fight, you is PREGNANT

Also idk why but for some reason I thought Jessica and Miguel were married in the beginning. Not completely sure.

Gwen being like "Can you adopt me?" when first meeting Jessica...She's so real

Also Gwen is so sososososo so so trans. It's so great

THE ENDING FUCKING DESTROYED ME ARE YOU KIDDING???? 42-Miles being the Prowler?? I'M NOT OKAY BUT I'M SO EXCITED to see what happens!!

But in all seriousness, all the feelings in the movie talked about and the the things left unresolved for the next movie is just. You can tell this was such a labour of love and all the animators were so happy and excited to work on it. I cannot wait for Beyond the Spider Verse!! I'm still buzzing!!

#ask #atsv spoilers #across the spiderverse

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sunsetsandsunshine · 1 year

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~ Ticklish Hands ~

HELLO FELLOW PPL!

THIS FIC IS A GIFT TO THE WONDERFUL @rottmnt-supremacist

Ler: April👩🏾‍🦱💚

Lee: Raph🐢❤️

Warnings: None :)

Summary: Donnie, Leo and Mikey inform April on a little secret Raph has been keeping from her; chaos follows.

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Raph was chilling in his bedroom, listening to music with his headphones on while snuggling his favorite squishmello: Mr. Stripes the Zebra. He was sitting criss-cross applesauce on his red fluffy carpet he put next to his bed a couple days ago.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the side of his curtains. He took off his headphones and put them on his desk. It was most likely one of his siblings…and to be completely honest, was scared for the reason why they would come into his room…not that they would do anything bad of course! It’s just his siblings always found a way to make they’re visits to his room…interesting.

If it was Leo, he probably wanted to show Raph yet another TikTok of the Lightskin Stare trend with Olaf from Frozen that Raph’s sworn he’s seen more times then he’s even breathed. If it was Mikey, he probably wanted to show him another recipe he made. Mikey was getting…creative in the kitchen and wanted to try some different flavors! Like his famous Pickle-Pizza-Chocolate Cake-Ice Cream wrap…sounds delicious, right? If it was Don, he probably was coming in with a 25-26 page slideshow on why Raph should allow him to steal the government's secret stash of uranium…

Don’t ask…

And if it’s April? She probably came in to trash-talk her classmates about how they were just “stuck up rich kids who can’t pull their heads out of their own asses.” Which Raph knows more than 89% of April’s classmates deserve that insult.

Has all those scenarios happened before or is Raph being oddly specific?

Take a guess.

“Come in!” Raph exclaimed, preparing himself for whoever walked into his room.

“Hi Raphie! Your brothers told you your little secret…” April grinned as she went directly in front of Raph, sitting down. Raph cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Wait…what? What secret? Raph doesn’t keep secrets…” The snapper turtle said, putting his finger to his chin and wondering in thought. What secret?

That time he ate all of Mikey’s leftover birthday cake? No…that couldn’t be it. He was caught red-handed by the birthday boy himself for that one. He has the bruises to prove it…

What about when he stole all of April’s nail polish for himself to try? Uh…no, couldn’t be that either. She actually found him in the bathroom trying to paint his nails with her light blue nail polish: Periwinkle. He knows that blue is Leo’s thing but he must admit he did look pretty good! But he does remember having more colors than periwinkle on his nails, and with April’s help he was able to have pretty nice nails. So that can’t be it.

The snapping turtle wondered, what in the actual shell did my brothers tell her? Because if he himself can’t even remember what kinds of secrets he’s told his brothers who knows what they told his elder sister. And judging by that Cheshire grin April had plastered on her face, it was something really funny he did or really embarrassing.

“What did they tell you?” Raph gulped, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. April innocently smiled, cracking her knuckles. “Give me your hand.” April said, reaching out to Raph with one of her hands as if she was grabbing something. The snapping turtle hesitantly put one of his hands in hers as she turned it upward so his palm was facing the ceiling.

“Tell me, Raph. Do your hands happen to be ticklish?” April asked, not even waiting for an answer before she scribbled her fingers over Raph’s palm.

Oh.

those.

little.

SHITS.

Raph was SO going to get them for this later…

“Pfft- Ahahaprihil!” Raph giggled, curling his fingers inside of his palm but only was able to curl them midway as April gently pulled back his fingers, not letting them curl. Raph came out of his sitting position and started squirming; lightly kicking his feet and squirming from left to right. “Stop squirming, Raph. I need to see if this tickles!” April demanded.

“Ihihit dohohoes tihihickle!” Raph yelled, covering his face with his free palm blushing a bit because- really?! Why did she think Raph was a giggling mess right now lightly kicking his feet at her feather-like touch across his palms?

April then lightly started tracing over Raph’s wrist, causing the snapping turtle to throw his head back and cackle, kicking his legs on the floor trying to get his hand out of April’s grip. “AhahaHAPRIL! PleHEASE!” Raph cried, falling down on his shell due to how much he was laughing which gave April an opportunity to climb on him and scratch her fingers along his sides.

Raph clamped his hands over his mouth, not wanting to get April satisfied about his reactions to her tickly touches. His sides weren’t even that ticklish! He’s fine. Pfft, tickling? What’s tickling? It doesn’t tickle at all he’s fine-

April lightly grazed a finger on his shoulders, causing the red banded turtle to let out a girly scream, descending into laughter.

Well, fuck.

“There we go~! There’s my laughy Raphie!” April teased, now scribbling back to Raph’s sides. The snapper mentally cursed himself for even letting himself let his underarms be exposed in a situation like this. Because- it’s April. Not that he would openly admit it but she was probably the best tickler of the family. I mean- Look how much he’s laughing right now!

April started slowly moving up and down Raph’s side; only tickling him with her pointer finger on the both of her hands. “AHAHAPRIL NAHAHO WAHAIT!” Raph squealed, trying to push April’s fingers away from his ribs.

“What are you getting so worked up about, hmm big guy? Oho, you didn’t think I was gonna go…there, did you?” April teased playfully, poking near but nowhere close to Raph’s underarms as the turtle let out loud shrieks at the poking.

“Stop squirming, buddy~! You’re making it really hard to tickle your good spots~!” April smiled, but the tease only worsened the squirming.

“AhaHaPRIL! IHIT TIHIHICKLES! ReeReEhEEheE! PLeheHEASE!” Raph laughed, shaking his head and kicking his feet lightly, trying to get out from April’s hold. April smiled at the childhood nickname Raph said throughout his laughter, chuckling as the snapper turtles face started glowing a bright red. She hasn’t even been tickling him all that long!

“Stop squirming or I’m going to tickle your underarms.” April threatened which caused Raph to immediately stop thrashing and just laugh his heart out, weakly kicking his feet behind April here and there. “YOhohoHOUR’E tihihiHICKLING MEEHEE! Ihi caHAHAN’T hehelp ihit!” Raph whined as April only rolled her eyes in amusement.

Suddenly, the second youngest of the Hamato Clan walked into the room, closing the curtain and walking to April, standing next to her, completely unbothered by his brother getting completely tortured by they’re older sister.

“Hey, April. Do you know where Mikey is? I wanted to show him this meme I found!” Leo giggled, rewatching whatever meme he had pulled up on his phone. “Oh! Mikey said that he was going to go to Baron’s place today, didn’t he tell you?” April said turning, her head to Leo but still tickling the sides of Raph’s ribs, switching between pokes and light scratching to keep him in stitches.

“Ugh! No one ever tells me anything!” Leo groaned, turning his phone off and putting it in his sweatshirt pocket. “Thanks, I’m gonna go bother Dee. See you later, Riri!” Leo chirped, turning around to the exit. “Also, make sure to not kill Raphie over there, okay?” Leo chuckled, opening the curtain and leaving Raph’s room. “I won’t~!” April sang, kneading both of Raph’s thighs behind him.

Raph whined throughout his laughs as he kicked his feet and lightly pushed at April’s hands, trying to get April off of him. “NAhah! StAHAP! AHAHAPRIL!”

“Raph, you literally tower over me, bud. You could EASILY stop me if you wanted to, but here we are~!” April teased, leaning in closer to give Raph a kiss on the cheek and scribbling her hands all over him tummy. “SHUHUT IHIHIT!” The snapper yelled, gripping his fingers on April’s wrists trying to ceases her tickle torture and then she suddenly…stopped?

“What did you just say…?” April asked, looking Raph dead in the eyes as she slowly started making her way up his sides. Then to his ribs. Now hovering over-

Oh no.

Oh. NO.

Raph couldn’t help but immediately start cackling as his sister's fingers hovered over his death spot: his underarms. He could feel the tingly sensations of her fingers slowly getting closer and closer. Raph tried kicking his feet, bucking her off, pushing her shoulders lightly but she did not move an inch.

Oh…Raph was completely SCREWED. In the famous words of his second youngest brother: “Eugh boy…”

“AHAHA! WAHAIT WAHAIT WAHAHAIT! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRY!” Raph tried to reason. He wasn’t a scientist like Donnie but he’s pretty sure there’s a 99.9% chance that April’s going to go for his death spot no matter how many pleas he gives.

“Too little, too late, bud.”

April blew multiple raspberries on the right side of Raph’s neck, so much that he doesn’t even know how April isn’t out of breath yet while also tickling his underarms. But he couldn’t worry about that- he had to worry about not dying by the clutches of his big sister and her tickling hands. And ohmigosh did it tickle a whole lot…

And if things couldn’t get any worse, April started now randomly switching the sides of Raph’s neck where she was giving tickly kisses too; making the snapper scrunch his shoulders and shake his head.

If you know Raph, you know for a FACT that he cannot STAND tickly kisses- it’s the actual death of him. He’s so used to roughhousing (he grew up with 3 little brothers, can you really blame him?) that he’s not used to these feather-like touches. Which makes it tickle so much f*cking more than it should.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Raph cried, hands still holding wrists and she continued her tickle torture. “Please, what little brother?” April asked, before blowing raspberries on Raph’s tummy. “IHIHI DUHUHUNNO!” He screamed.

“AHAHAPRIL AHAHA! PLEHEASE! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRY! MEHEHERCY!” Raph cried, tears building up in his eyes. April got off Raph, knowing the safe-word and lying down next to him on the fuzzy carpet as he caught his breath. “You okay, big guy?” April asked, turning her head towards her little brother. “Ihi’m fihine, sis.” Raph giggled, as April rubbed the ghost tickles away. She then got up to get Raph a glass of water that was on his desk and gave it to him. “Thahahanks…” Raph chuckled as he drank the water

The two eldest suddenly heard a crash nearby presumably in Donnie’s lab, followed by some yelling and shrieking, and…whirring?

“NARDO GET BACK HERE WITH MY GOGGLES!”

“YOU’LL HAVE TO CATCH ME IF YOU WANT THEM, FEO HERMANO!!!”

April sighed at the recus her other younger brothers were making, pinching the spot between her eyes as Raph erupted into laughter by his sister’s reaction. “We can’t leave those three alone for a second, can we?” April groaned, crossing her arms. “Yeah…” Raph sighed, standing up and taking April by the hand, helping her up. “Besides, I need to get revenge on them anyway for telling you I have ticklish hands anyway…” The snapper said, cracking his knuckles as April only chuckled at the statement.

“And don’t think you’re safe from Raph’s Revenge™, Riri” Raph grinned, poking April in the side causing her to squawk and squirm away from the touch. She glared at Raph before playfully shoving him as they exited his room.

“Oho, I’d like to see you’d try, Raphie.”

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ALSO…POSSIBLE LEE APRIL FIC??? 👀

As always, hope you all enjoyed!

#MANSJWJWWNAJJA #AYEEEEEE #TO FICS IN A ROOOOWWWWW #AHHHH #I think I finally know how to use Tumblr now #Lee! Raph #Ler! April #Rottmnt tickle #Tmnt tickle #Rottmnt tickle fic #SFW tickle #Raph deserves all the tickles 2023 #This applies to every version of Raph just so we’re clear ❤️❤️❤️#Also the boys nickname for April is “Riri” bc I simply said so #Also for anyone that doesn’t know #“Feo” means ugly in Spanish #So when Donnie was chasing Leo and Leo said “Feo hermano” he said “Ugly brother”#Ik a little bit of Spanish from my Dad’s side of the fam + Im taking classes rn at school

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basilibino · 27 days

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Season 8 was like 6 years ago(I feel old) and I know ppl have differing opinions on the Mr Echo thing (but it was intended, made it to storyboard and blocked animation and then dropped, soooo) but. I can see his recruitment p easily tbh. Bc the whole reason Dr J was in that lighthouse was because he was resurrected, forced there, and ordered to build Skulkin vehicles by Samukai. But Samukai in the flashback we see has already been deposed as leader of the Skulkin/Underworld. Which means the orders to do so most likely came from Garmadon.

And since Mr. E is one of the head honchos, he's likely an early arrival to the team, so I don't think Harumi has a whole lot figured out at this point, she's just got her Trauma and some Bad Influence Friends and an obsession with Lord Garmadon. So. Like. Plausible deniability road trip that she's just visiting important markers of Ninjago's recent past, all of which involve Lord Garmadon in some meaningful way; its sightseeing, its cathartic, and it gives her time to develop her dream Motorcycle Gang/Resurrection Cult. She's not looking for anyone at the Lighthouse, but she is looking for vehicle blueprints so she can be the Koolest leader on the block. But oops she looks in the basement and there's an Echo.

And she's flipping out bc??? A Ninja???? In the Lighthouse basement??? I mean it makes sense that it would be this one but???

Except this rusty old robot has no idea what she's talking about with this Ninja stuff, he's just waiting for his dad to come back.

And Harumi pauses.

Because how long has he been waiting? He's not sure, he had no proper way to measure time in the basement, and he doesn't have the best view of his clockwork heartpiece. But it was after his father saw a strange ship docking; Echo was worried it was the People who had locked up his father in the first place, but instead his dad sounded happy when he saw whoever was out there. It could have been a front, though, as clearly it was never safe to let Echo back out. Then Dr J popped down briefly, while everyone above was resting, to tell Echo he was desperately needed elsewhere, that it wasn't safe to bring Echo, but that he'd be back in no time.

And the pieces are fitting together for Harumi. And she's like. Your dad's dead, bro.

And he's like. What? Did he die doing what was needed of him?

And she's like. Oh, no. He died a few years later.

And he's like. Why didn't he come back for me????

And she's like. Probably because they kept him away.

And he's like. Who's they?

And she's like. The Ninja I was talking about earlier.

And it surely can't be hard in universe to find pictures of Zane and Dr J post s2-pre s3, so she pulls one up and shows Echo who is freaking out bc why is that one kind of like him and Harumi explains that that was the droid his father created first, that he became a Ninja, and that hes probably the one who took their father away and kept echo waiting for years.

But Echo has doubts, shocked as he is abt a new older brother, he wants to believe the good in the situation so he's unsure. But Harumi mentions that the Ninja's failures to uphold more than their self preservation/interests has led to uncountable losses and devastation in Ninjago time and time again, before delving into her own story. And she seems so kind, and so hurt, and I do think there's a genuine connection btwn these two that forms from this shared emotional torment that they decide came from the Ninja, and now Echo is more receptive.

And then Harumi gets to start her Garmadon pitch because wait! If Echo was made here, then that could only have happened because of Lord Garmadon. And she reiterates that he's the reason she and her city could have even survived The Great Devourer. And maybe Echo's family-by-creation left, maybe they were untrustworthy and lacking, but that's OK bc if you look at it all a certain way, Garmadon is more of a father to Echo than Dr J was. And Echo is a vulnerable, overwhelmed mess who just found out his dad fucked off for years without him and also died, and also he has a brother??? Who their dad clearly seems to have favored??? Did they even know about Echo??? Did they delight in their life free of him???

Basically. Kinda Spinel-core but getting abandoned and left completely alone does that to you. Especially when the first person to find you after being abandoned is a deeply hurt and misguided teen who is probably kinda desperate for someone, anyone else to see the Ninja the way she sees them.

#i was thinking abt the idea of citrusshipping #and how it could have flowed into Mr Echo. with morro as the vengeful influence tinting these #one sided experiences to associate ninja with loss #but theni was like 'wait a sec tho bc Harumi does that also and its her gang called the sons of garmadon #and if youre very carfeully squinting and cherrypicking out pesky details and nuance. like harumi would be.#echos existence is thanks to Lord Garmadon. and there is no better replacement dad than garmadon. you should be a son of garmadon.#and echo would probably listen and she could get him out the lighthouse and off the island'#and anyway i kinda ship Harumi and Echo now?#i like citrusshipping its funney but i think i actually ship this dynamic now #its. fucked and manipulative but its also like. genuine and just. two scarred young people and harumi gives echo her distorted view #of the world as the gift of her love #so its like she wasnt trying to manipulate echo. not like she was trying to manipulate Lloyd.#but she did take someone in a v fragile state and begin shaping his worldview to match hers. unconciously but still done.#like i can also see her bringing him to the mainland and she and UV and Killow are his tethers which means everything he sees radicalizes #him further...and draws him in closer to the fold #anyway if he and harumi smoochie kiss then shes why he got rebuilt in Crystallized. also i think mr F stands for 'Mr Fun Guy'#echo zane #harumi jade #ninjago harumi #quietmystery?#idk what the ship name would be but im here for it #mr e ninjago #mr echo #echo/harumi #tbh i said i kinda ship it now but it could also be friendship #sons of garmadon #...ok til abt the morro-echo-harumi trio hcs and Yes #this is just more of a like. canon compliant ish take where morro is still gone from the narrative #love the idea of the 3 in a vengeance trio tho

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