#contrary to popular belief you actually don’t have to know better to do better

[softer-ua]

I will never ever ever ever get over how All Might was immediately on board to follow Izuku to different school, like didn’t say a damn thing either. Even tho like 30 minutes prior

Like I know Dekus his successor and he has a responsibility to stay by him but between

his role as a teacher

condoning restraining Katsuki(a child in crisis!!) by placing that medal on him on the international broadcasting of a spectacle that has replaced the Olympics and is stated to influence these kids while careers

and then thrusting him farther into negative lime light(even though it wasn’t anyone but the villains fault) by losing his powers while rescuing him

You’d think he’d recognize that he has some serious responsibility to Katsuki too, like separate from Deku & OFA All Might has unintentionally caught Katsuki into his orbit & as an adult he should be able to not only recognize that but step up to that

I refuse to believe that All Might actually cares about Katsuki as an individual at all, frankly I think he low key seriously dislikes him and originally had no intention of ever seeing him succeed and would have loved an excuse to separate Izuku from him

Don’t agree?

Let me ask you this, do you honestly believe that if it had been Inko hitting Izuku All Might would have looked the other way?

I don’t, I guarantee that All Might would have called in on every favor he could think of and Inko would have been losing custody before the sunset

I think Deku told All Might one too many of Bakugo’s character flaws during their pre UA training sessions and All Might decided he hated him and would never let it go

Izuku venting should have been fine but All Might struggles with maturity and emotional intelligence, he never unpacked his trauma around losing Nana & put her on a pedestal

It left him with a mindset that let him blindly supporting Izukus reckless tendencies for far too long and it was only corrected by the intervention of others like recovery girl

while also had him under the impression that Izuku would just magically understand OFA because obviously it was his closeness to his mentor that made him such a great hero

He never took into consideration that OFA was much stronger now or that not only is Izuku just of a smaller build to begin with but he had less time to train, like we see All Might was already pretty solidly built and involved with Nana in middle school.

Izuku only had time to build up enough strength and stamina so that OFA didn’t immediately kill him and it’s treated like he’s just not as much of a natural as AM when that’s only such a small part of the problem 😩

After the home visits All Might definitely does try harder for Izuku, to be more available to him and after DvsK2 All Mights consideration of Katsuki is slightly more sensitive and nuanced but tbh it’s all still through a lense of ‘remember he’s important to Izuku, if he improves so does Izuku’

What really confirms that for me is that there was zero reason All Might couldn’t have told the class to make an exception and let Katsuki into Izukus hospital room if he woke up

The class has known since before the training camp that they mean a lot to each other & have know each other for like forever(even if it is messy), but everything during and after camp surely renforced it

They know that Bakugo went off alone with Deku at the beginning of the war and stayed with him throughout it until he got stabbed, it’d make sense that upon waking up not dead he’d wanna see the person he sacrificed himself for

Most importantly absolutely everyone knows what a dramatic hassle Bakugo can be, they could have just written it off as a precaution to keep the hospital quiet 💀

There was zero reason that in however long existed between them waiting for Izuku to wake up and All Might delivering the letters All Might couldn’t have filled Bakugo in or at least offered him some kind of personal communication and comfort

He should have felt some obligation to do so after everything, he should have known better.

Yes it was Izukus decision to leave & knowing Izuku it was a safer bet to go along with that plan so that he didn’t do it 100% alone but All Might should have known that cutting Katsuki out completely wasn’t just a tactically bad idea it was a cold and callous one too

Also All Might just generally enjoyed beating the shit out of Bakugo just a wee bit too much, imo, man looks like it was his birthday and Christmas all in one

All Might, the number one hero for decades, repeatedly introducing the back of Bakugo’s skull to the pavement was a conscious choice that he made with joy in his heart, Idc how much you don’t like that take, because there were a dozen other choices he could have made

And that’s how you know Deku is bilnded by his admiration of All Might. Otherwise he may have noticed that All Might, for all his support of Bakugo helping Izuku become a stronger hero doesn’t support Bakugo being in his personal life, or Bakugo being alive in general 💀

Honestly I can see why Katsuki procrastinated ever getting All Might to sign his card, between fanboying, personal guilt, pride, and the fact that he probably has a sneaking suspicion that AM doesn’t like him it makes sense that he never once brought it up over the course of an entire year 🥺💔

#bnha #boku no hero #my hero academia #mha #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #kacchan #deku #izuku midoriya #dekubaku #dkbk #deku x kacchan #Best of luck getting All Mights blessing on the marriage you 2 #it’ll be a toss up between All Might want Deku to have all the happiness in the world & him not wanting Bakugo in that world Lmaoo #bnha spoilers #I just can not vibe with or abide people who don’t put child welfare above all else #like I genuinely don’t care about the reasons #I dont care what kinda un healed trauma the adults struggling with or what other moving parts they’re contending with #suck it the fuck up and do right by the child #contrary to popular belief you actually don’t have to know better to do better #you just have to be resolutely committed to not causing more harm #like even within their universes context of child soldiers being the social norm #I mean I love All Might and think he’s a great character with a lot of depth and nuances just like Katsukis #I think how much he cares about Izuku and wants to be there for him is beautiful #I just also think he’s a toxic presence of a mentor #toxic people aren’t exclusively malicious #it can also be good people who haven’t confronted enough of their own demons and done enough self work #sadly that’s no excuse for his behavior

[mrshesh]

i saw on your rules that you don’t write hardcore nsfw, so im gonna try to stay tame LOL

how would ghost be in bed? i feel like im so conflicted about this topic

ghost in bed - simon "ghost" riley x reader

overview: how simon "ghost" riley would be like in bed

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x gender neutral reader, romantic

genre: smut, fluff

a/n: i'm actually so passionate about this topic. he's very misrepresented in our fandom, so i'd like to give my two cents regarding this topic. thanks for the request, anon!

TW! mentions of SA, abuse, suicide, and torture. proceed with caution.

Contrary to popular belief, he is not the rough dom everyone makes him out to be. He wouldn’t slap or spit on you. He wouldn’t push your head into the mattress and call you the filthiest words that come to mind - no, he’d be gentle, careful, and loving. 

Simon has been through hell and back - he knows what it feels like to be hurt better than anyone. Physically, verbally, emotionally, and psychologically, you name it! He knows it all, so he doesn’t get off on it. 

His past is extremely gut-wrenching. He got betrayed by everyone, even his own team. He got tortured for months and months on end, to the point where he got severe PTSD and anxiety. He suffers from nightmares and panic attacks and has even tried to take his own life. We also know that he got SA’d in the past, in the months he got gravely tortured. (Reading the comic was seriously terrifying.)

The fact that his father was abusive isn’t helping his case, either. 

And on top of that, he dislikes exposing his body and face. 

So best believe he’s only sleeping with you when you fully trust each other.

And when he does have sex with you, my god, it’s gentle. 

He loves missionary and sitting cowgirl. Being able to hold you close, look you in the eyes, kiss your cheeks, and press his forehead against yours - those things he’d do during sex, not choke you till you pass out.

He has lost everything he has ever loved, so losing what he loves the most, you, is out of the question for him. And that results in him being extremely cautious while having sex. He’s terrified of scaring you away. 

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear constantly. “I love you so much.” “Takin’ me so well.” “You’re so beautiful.” 

His face is redder than a tomato. Having intimacy with someone he loves is a pretty new thing to him, so his cheeks are painted a light pink from the get-go. 

The aftercare consists of soft kisses, compassionate touches as he cleans you up, and praise, so much praise. 

The moral of the story - he's a gentle giant who's absolutely terrified to lose you, despite his hard rock exterior.

this turned dark really quick, but it had to be said.

#simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #ghost #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #simon 'ghost' riley x you #cod: mwii #cod x reader #cod mw2 #ghost cod #ghost cod x reader #ghost cod x you #ghost mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #mw2 fanfic #mw2 x reader #call of duty mw2 #ghost smut #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #mw2 smut

[pupcuck]

CAROL OF THE BALLS !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader x dante (dmc)

tags. i made them brothers, cucking, threesome, age gap, size kink, ass play, leon eats his cum so incest, cum eating, creampie, p in v

note. SORRY FOR BEING LATE AGAIN i have been tweaking :3 but um whatever! ignore typos or i’ll detonate :3 feedback n rbs much appreciated !!! ooc bc dante is literally a well-meaning old man but i have to make him sleazy for porn without plot purposes sorry!! i also cut the smut short bc. bc i wanted to get this out so sorry if it’s jolty 😭

tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

Your love for Leon, much to his dismay, is no match for your pursuit of cock. His poor girl, you suffer from this awful disease at such a young age, the kind that tears a family apart - wandering hands they call it. In Leon’s terms, it would be something more akin to cock-driven. That’s your motivation, and if you see one you like, you’re gonna get it. Fuck, you’d do rocket science on the spot for a nice, fat cock. Unfortunately, it just so happens to be his older brother that you’ve set your eye on. And Leon’s older brother is the most shameless asshole since, like, god, Mark Antony? That guy was obnoxious, right? Fucking his best friend’s wife and all.

Dante is that obnoxious but amplified tenfold, if you can even imagine that. He’s got a big mouth to match his stature, and, you guessed it, he’s got one hell of a dick stuffed into those tacky leather pants. And you’re taking a very obvious gander at what sort of goodies he’s got tucked away. You’re playing footsie with him under the table for fuck’s sake. Leon can tell by the way you’re slouched too far back in your seat, but it’s mainly ‘cause he dropped his fork and when he lifted the table cloth, he found your foot rubbing along Dante’s inner thigh while his fingers toyed with the frilly cuff of your sock. Bringing you home for Christmas was a mistake. You’re too precious to give up and too hard to reign in. He should just store you away in a jar of some sort, poke a few holes in the lid so you can breathe, a bird cage perhaps, or maybe a crate?

Knowing you, you’d manage to get your paws on Dante either way. A cage would be no problem, just slip it right on in through the gaps! A makeshift gloryhole if you will. Honestly, he’d prefer you to pick Vergil over Dante, at least the guy has it all together, at least he’s not a washed up loser who can’t pay his bills, at least he’s not Dante. You’d think as the younger sibling you’d turn out better, right? It’s like baking a cake, the first time it’s shit, and the second time it’s better. Not soft in the centre, not burnt to a crisp on the sides - just don’t work like that around here. Instead, Leon’s parents had the stronger, taller, hotter, bigger one first, then little Leon to top it all off. Little ‘cause he’s 5’10 with insoles only.

Oh yeah, you can ask around town. Leon Kennedy? That guy’s decent, nice face, nice smile, nice guy. Dante? One that walks around like his dick is weighing him down, fuckin’ pornstar face, can tell if a girl likes him when she’s got her ankles behind her head – yeah, I know him, he broke my parents marriage up, and he fucked my sister, and my auntie, yeah, the one that came over for the holidays. I don’t really mind ‘cause he gave it to me after too! Oh, no way, I couldn’t do that with Leon, he’s more of the settle down type, don’t you think?

No one has actually said that and yes, he is more of the settle down type, but Leon has had his fair share of flings, and contrary to popular belief - missionary is not the only position he knows. He knows how to put a girl on her knees, no stranger to it. Maybe, just maybe, his dick is the problem. It’s not small, not quite big, it’s adequate, or perhaps it’s inadequate and that’s why you’re offering to wash the dishes alongside Dante. Leon hasn’t seen Dante do a household chore since 1976, that’s when Leon was in the womb if you didn’t know. Meaning he hasn’t ever seen Dante do a single chore, not even pick up his own underwear the fucking slob. And don't even get him started on you. The girl who struggles to get the vacuum working when Leon’s not around, then you do it half heartedly for five minutes before complaining about your back aching.

He’s pacing outside the kitchen like a guard on duty, listening in on your conversation with Dante, it’s absolutely thrilling. Leon couldn’t think of a better way to spend his time, he just loves to hear his girlfriend flirt her way into his brother’s pants.

Oh, your hands are so big, Dante! Wow, they’re so much bigger than mine. My goodness, Dante, you could pick me up, like, sooooo easy! I wonder what else is big! Has your hair always been that colour? No, that’s so not true, Dante, doesn’t make you look old at all! It suits you, don’t look a day over twenty. Duh, of course I’m joking, I like ‘em old anyway. Do you babe? You should go ahead and suck his old man cock, sure Dante wouldn’t mind, and it’s not like Leon has any say. You’re young and fickle - this is what he deserves for dating a girl your age. What more do you know than dick?

“It’s okay, he won’t wake up,” Your voice is muffled in his ears, distant despite you being less than an inch away from him. He shifts, feels around for your warmth, clasps an arm that’s way too jacked.

Leon’s brother is remarkable really, he turns over after a struggle with the bedside lamp, sees Dante’s teeth gleaming, your little hands splayed flat across his chest. He’d go at him, make a feast of it, he wishes for the tearing of Dante’s throat to be biblical. God, Kane and Abel have nothing on them. “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” His digs his nails into hardened muscle.

“Please, baby,” You beg him, beg is an exaggeration, from you it’s a command. Like, not Oh, please, Leon! May I suck and fuck your brother while you lay beside us? More of a Please, shut your mouth and let me have this, Leon. I haven’t had good dick ever since I started dating you.

He falters, “No, babe,” Leon shakes his head, lip curling upwards in both disgust and wonderment at the boldness of your request. “No, are you crazy?”

“C’mon, Leon,” Dante pouts, and it’s disturbing to see a grown man with no upper lip do that. “She just wants to have a little fun.”

“Don’t— don’t get involved, this is between me and her.” His attempt at assertion is only met with amusement.

“Leon, please?” You bat your lashes. Beat. His heart hammers in his chest. Then Leon closes his eyes like a good boy, he’s always been great at taking orders. Whatever. Fuck his brother to your heart’s content.

“He not treatin’ you right, sweet thing?” Dante murmurs into your neck, his thick fingers parting your slippery folds, rubbing deft circles on your twitching clit.

He grits his teeth so hard they squeak. Leon treats you perfectly well. Surely, saying otherwise—

“No, Dante,” You pout up at his brother, a small hand curled around his wrist as he pushes his fingers knuckle-deep into your slick cunt.

Stupid bitch. Leon has never been inclined to call a woman a bitch, total lie, but Claire told him it’s not appropriate, and Claire is usually right about most things. Not right now though, girls are fucking brutal.

“No?” Dante coos, “My little brother can’t please his girl? Can’t get this little cunt soaked?” There’s a wet smack, and you gasp.

“Don’t do that.” Leon can’t help himself, it’s like he insists on making a fool of himself. “She doesn’t like that.”

“Do it again.” You plead, “Dante, please, feels so good.” The crooked smile Dante gives him is humiliation at its finest.

He draws his hand back, spanks your cunt, the fleshy part of his palm mashing against your clit. “You don’t even know what your girl likes.”

“I do.” Leon’s chest aches, his dick aches even more, feels like it’s about to over-inflate and pop.

“Bet you like it rough, don’t you, babe?” Dante asks, presses his nose into your neck, licks a stripe up your jugular.

“She does not.”

“Yes.” You nod crazy like a dashboard bobblehead.

Dante raises his brows when he glances sideways at Leon, “He’s not givin’ it to you is he? You want him all up in your guts, baby, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, god, please,” You whine, clit thrumming beneath Dante’s fingertips. “Want it here.” You bring Dante’s hand to rest on your abdomen, “wanna feel you here, please.”

“Dirty little bitch,” Dante coaxes an orgasm out of you with his fingers alone.

“Don’t speak to her like that.”

“I’ll speak to her how I want,” He retorts, “She likes it, ‘s why you’re gettin’ me all wet, isn’t it, baby?”

“Mhm,” Your eyes follow his every move, and Leon has never seen you so enthralled during sex. He’s used to you laying on your back like a dead girl, legs over his shoulders, letting out the occasional grunt of discomfort.

His head dips low, the sheets are long forgotten, crumpled at the foot of the bed. Dante’s big hands spread your cheeks apart, licks into your cunt, flicks his tongue over your clit— and you moan like you never have before. Back bowing off the bed, covering your mouth with a balled-up fist, chest heaving.

“That good, baby?” Dante hums, his teeth scrape over your clit when he pulls back the hood, and you squirm.

“So good, so good— ‘s so fuckin’ good, god!”

Alright, can’t be that good, now you’re just putting it on to piss Leon off. You’ve never sucked his dick well enough for him to moaning like that. Then again, his dick doesn’t have a million nerve endings. The sounds Dante is making are downright lewd, unnecessary even, you’re dripping all over his face, his chin wet and shiny with your pussy— then he makes the jump. A move that’s bold even for a dude as outrageous as Dante, his pink tongue follows the natural trail from pussy to asshole. Licks the puckered rim till you relax, and there’s no resistance from you whatsoever. You’re just letting this grimy bastard eat your fucking ass? Even Leon hasn’t gotten that far, not that he’s asked, not that he’s ever thought about it - something about the second hole just feels wrong.

Dante spits on it, manages to get his thumb in nicely, then he sits up, leaves you empty. “Just a little girl takin’ big things, aren’t you? How am I s’posed to fit in this tight cunt without breaking it?” He tilts his head to the side, eyes droopy like he’s drunk on pussy juice alone. Probably is. Shit is potent. Especially when you’ve been nose-deep.

His brother only smiles, gives a pointed look to Leon’s dick straining against the fabric of his boxers, the sticky wet patch. “That’s why she wants cock so bad, huh?” Leon is not small. His dick is just right, it’s fine, it’s sufficient. There’s nothing wrong with it, but he cups a hand over his bulge to hide it from Dante.

Dante shucks off his pants, and yeah, Leon really is the little brother in every sense. He might as well just kill himself at this point, there is no winning against a dick that fat. Shit’s so big it’s hanging downwards, so heavy it can’t even hold itself up. Some big fucking balls to level it out. Jesus, is he seriously admiring his brother’s dick right now? Listen, it’s just got some real weight to it, and Leon has to say he’s impressed. Only seen this breed of horsecock in porn.

“Gosh, Dante,” You’re lovestruck, cockstruck, a trembling hand reaches forward to cup his heavy balls, then wrap it around the base, and it’s honestly so big your thumb and middle finger struggle to meet.

“Don’t throw her around like that, oh my god.” Leon frowns, catches your head from knocking against the headboard when Dante manhandles you onto your front. “Just be careful.” If you told Leon he’d be watching his brother fuck his little girlfriend from behind with a thumb in her ass, he’d say, yeah, sounds about right. Some shit that would happen to a guy like me.

“She can take it.” Dante says, then he’s sheathed inside with a single glide of his cock, no resistance whatsoever. You’re that wet. Dripping down your thighs. God, he’s never seen you get so worked up. “Can’t you, babe?”

“Yes, please, just give it to me please, Dante,” Now that’s begging, not that shit you were doing earlier. “Wan’ it so bad, please, might die, Dante.”

“Alright, okay, baby, only ‘cause you asked so nicely.” He snickers, wraps his arm around your front and then fucks into you so hard the bed rocks. Headboard hits the wall. Stuff you see in movies. God, his poor girl, you’ll be ruined once Dante’s done with you.

“Oh my god, oh my god, Dante,” You mewl an endless string of expletives, arch so your hips push back onto his fat cock, and your eyes roll back into your head, and there’s spit trickling down your chin— Holy fucking shit. It’s like watching a porno play out. Hell, it might very well be a porno. C’mon, where’s the camera, is this Dante’s new side gig? Is this keeping his lights on, his fridge full, his water running? Wouldn’t put it past him.

Once he creams your hole, Dante’s quick to spread you apart with his big hands, you’re still gaping. “Go on, Leon.” He says very simply, smiles the way he always does when he suggests something outlandish. “Clean her up.”

Leon’s never eaten pussy from the back, it’s impolite. Crude. That’s the general consensus, right? And Leon’s a feminist, he’ll eat a pussy that sits itself on his face, he’ll snuggle up between a thick pair of thighs - but from the back, oh, it’s just obscene. Still does it though. Eats his brother's thick cum from your hole, sucks on your swollen clit, laps till there’s nothing left that’s dirtier than his own tongue. Then he goes to bed with a hard dick and the taste of his brother’s cum in the back of his throat. He’ll sleep it off.

#leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil leon #dante sparda smut #dante sparda x reader #dmc dante smut #dmc dante x reader

[snzhrchy]

—☆ NSFW CHISHIYA HEADCANONS !

notes; took the idea of him being a doctor and RAN WITH IT taglist; lmk if u wanna b on it ! disclaimer; please note that this is a form of fiction and a form of entertainment; none of the themes portrayed in this should ever be replicated/recreated in real life.

Chishiya being a medical student means that he’s well-versed in the ways of the human body, meaning that he most likely uses it for sexual advantage. He’d definitely know how to eat you out and use just his fingers to pleasure you.

Adding onto this, he most likely has a ‘doctor’ kink — he’s heard that title from nearly everyone around him but hearing it from you, in specific, has an effect on him that you can use to your advantage.

Furthermore, he has long, slender fingers and he knows how to perfectly utilize them for your pleasure. He knows just how to get you worked up with just his fingers and he loves to hear you moan and whimper.

He’s not that loud but he does have a tendency to moan every now and then. He’d want to keep quiet but sometimes he’d fail miserably and end up making noise.

Contrary to popular belief, he’s actually a switch. He prefers to take the lead yet other times, he wouldn’t mind it when you dominate him.

He won’t ever admit it but he enjoys marking you up with hickies and wouldn’t mind if you gave him some too. He prides upon the fact that you’re only his and wants to showcase it to the world as well — what better way to do it than with his love bites?

Lastly, he’s not that into dirty talk but at times, he does end up whispering in your ears - usually, it's in the form of degradation:

‘You’re taking me so well, aren’t you?’

‘I haven’t even done much and you’re already squirming.’

‘Don’t be too loud, we don’t anyone to hear us now, do we?’

Aftercare with him would probably be very comfortable. He'd quickly clean you both up or sometimes he makes you bathe with him.

Occasionally, he'd compliment you afterwards with a kiss to your head or cheek but that rarely happens. Most of the time, he'd lay silently with an arm wrapped your body, having you close to him.

#aib chishiya #aib imagines #aib x reader #chishiya alice in borderland #alice in borderland #imawa no kuni no alice #alice in borderland x reader #alice in borderland imagines #chishiya imagine #chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya smut

[a-boca-do-inferno]

beija minha boca até me matar (tony montana x reader) [request]

summary: Tony is stressed and you are tired.

warnings: angst, swearing, abuse and sort of fluff.

words: 0.8k

notes: this is small and very anemic plot wise, so im sorry for that. loosely based on doce vampiro by rita lee.

Sometimes you wondered if your love would stop enduring at some point. If no matter how much you wanted to be with him, someday your body and soul would finally give in to the exhaustion, because that’s how you felt. Exhausted. God, what time was it? It felt so long since you’ve last rested. Insomnia was a big thing these days with all the chaos around you, the gang fights, the power struggles; you understood nothing of it, but at times you wish you did. Maybe you’d be able to help Tony in the slightest, offer him some comfort. And you tried, oh, did you try. But it was just to no avail.

He was as restless as you, although he tried to disguise it as his customary anger towards the world. You could sense it whenever he was close, when his hand would tremble just a little as he gulped down a glass of whisky in one go. When the crease between his brows would become only a little bit more noticeable. When he’d only swear once, as though not even those silly words were enough to somehow soothe him anymore. You did your best to try and give him some solace, but while your kisses pleased his face, his arms would fall coldly frigid at his sides. He wasn’t in the moment, and that was so uncharacteristic of him.  

You felt helpless at those times, often choosing to leave him in his office and go to your bed, crying in silence until the sun was up again. He would spend his nights away from your room, causing you to entertain thoughts maybe about you actually being the problem, not his issues in the drug business. You never dared touch anything other than alcohol and that was perhaps something that lingered in the back of his mind, still. Would he think you’d eventually turn on him, sell him out to the police? Sometimes he’d call you “good Samaritan”, because in his own words, “you’re too clean, too good, too uptight. What the fuck are you doing with me?”, and wasn’t that the million-dollar question?  

What the fuck, indeed? 

“You rely too much on people, Manny. That’s your fucking mistake”, comes his loud, deep voice from the corridor. You close your eyes in contempt, not really wanting to listen to one of his lectures again. God bless Manny for being able to do it more than you. “I say, fuck people. I can do anything by myself.” 

“Because it’s been working so well so far”, you let it slip out, causing him to give you a death glare. Tony didn’t scare you easily, contrary to popular belief, but he could become quite scary when he felt like it. This was one of those times. 

He huffs, walking towards you slowly, “what did you just say, princess? You think you can disrespect me in my own fucking house, drinking my own fucking whisky that I bought? Is that it?”

He’s agitated, and you unconsciously flinch when he sits beside you, like a lion cornering its prey. You can’t help but shake your head, looking away from his hard eyes. “You know I don’t like when you talk to me like that”, you say softly, albeit your words carry weight to them. You don’t say them to him very often, surprisingly, but when you do… He better watch his reply. Tony knows that.

Then, there comes your answer. No matter how many times he let stress get the best of him, and no matter how many of his motivations you simply did not understand: Tony was Tony, your Tony, and he would always be. So, you let yourself be wrapped in his big arms once more in silence, simply enjoying his warmth. He felt like home and he was home, as inhabitable as he could become at given times. It was like loving a vampire. Having your life be sucked out of you everyday, yet always craving for more. A delicious poison.

So, he does. “Mi amor”, he coos immediately, his frown fading in a second when he seems to come to his senses. You are practically crawling on the couch, in fetal position, guarding yourself from his touch, and he notices this. Tony extends his rough hand and rubs your thigh gently, nuzzling your neck, trying to make you more at ease in his presence. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m fucking stupid, I’m a fucking jerk. I’m sorry”, he speaks quietly, but firmly, his deep voice vibrating on your skin.

And somehow, all exhaustion dissipated when he got closer to you, serving like a long nap after a tough day. It seemed like you were the complement to one another. Maybe that was the reason you were still here, after all.

Enduring.

#scarface x reader #tony montana x reader #al pacino x reader #al pacino #tony montana #scarface #tony montana imagine #al pacino imagine #scarface imagine

[babydollmarauders]

QUESTION…? — QUINN HUGHES

quinn hughes x fem!reader

part of the Midnights Fic List

summary: in which Quinn and sunshiny good girl, y/n, have harbored feelings for each other for a while. but when they finally hookup, Quinn leaves in the middle of the night and let’s y/n believe maybe it was just a one night fling.

specific lyrics: “good girl, sad boy.” and “did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room and every single one of your friends was making fun of you but fifteen seconds later they were clapping too? then what did you do? did you leave her house in the middle of the night?”

warnings: kinda steamy but no NSFW. profanity.

notes: it does get a little steamy but there is no actual smut in this, i apologize if you were expecting some! i wrote this while watching the UMich game and i have the worst migraine, so i’m sorry if this sucks.

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contrary to popular belief, i’m not oblivious to the irony of Quinn Hughes and i being best friends. the optimistic, always happy, constantly smiling hopeless romantic being best friends with the pessimistic, always looks miserable, rarely smiling hockey player? yeah, it’s baffled our other friends for years.

but when asked, i can’t really explain it. Quinn and i just click. we know what makes the other happy, or sad, or angry. it’s easy for us to be around each other. and we’re understanding of each other. i don’t push him to talk, and he’s one of the rare few who will just sit and listen to me ramble without asking me to shut up. as like all best friends we’re really close. we like to think we have no secrets. that we tell each other everything.

but, i have one.

i’m in love with my best friend.

i never meant for it to happen. when we became friends, i was actually glad to finally meet a guy that just wanted to be friends. no underlying motives, no moves being pulled. just friends. but eventually my feelings changed. it wasn’t all at once, like i read about in my romance novels. no. the changes were gradual. it started slowly, with me seeking him out more than my other friends. then it turned into getting butterflies in my stomach when we touched, no matter if we were holding hands, linked arms, or if i was just sitting close enough to him on the couch that our thighs touched. at first i chalked it up to him just being my best friend, but then the dreams started happening. dreams where he and i were dating. and eventually sleeping dreams turned into daydreams. and then i finally realized my true feelings. i’m in love with my best friend.

i’ve spent the better half of our four year friendship hiding my feelings from him, too scared that confessing might ruin our friendship. he’s never given me any reason to assume that he feels the same way, so i keep my feelings locked in a box in the back of my mind, only let free when i’m alone and daydreaming about what life would be like if we were more than friends.

i’ve since then gone on several dates with numerous guys, trying to find someone who makes me feel the way Quinn does, but it’s been a moot effort. every guy has been missing the spark that i feel between Quinn and i. and i always end up back to the beginning, spending my nights hanging out with my best friend and just hoping i’m strong enough not to spill my secret.

which brings us to now, where i’m mentally screaming over how good Quinn looks in his white button down shirt and black dress pants. it’s new year’s eve, and most of the Canucks team, their partners, and a few friends are lounged around Elias’s house. with five minutes until the new year, i’m sat on the couch clutching a glass of champagne, my sixth of the night, and animatedly chatting with Quinn, who looks like he would rather be anywhere else. but i’ve learned by now that that’s just his resting facial expression.

“alcohol makes you chatty, doesn’t it y/n?” Elias laughs from his spot in the chair a few feet away from us. i stop talking, letting out a weak chuckle. it’s not like i’m unused to comments like that, i’m often told that i talk a lot, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting a little.

“it does. but i like it. i like listening to her talk.” Quinn defends. my heart flutters in my chest at his words. a blush coating my cheeks. “now back to what you were saying, y/n.”

i blink a few times, just staring at my best friend in front of me before i begin to speak.

“oh. i was just saying that i think my parents want me to visit soon. but i was done speaking.” i shrug.

“no, you weren’t.” Quinn’s brows furrow and he wears a scowl. “you were still talking.”

“well, i was about done anyways. but i can keep talking.” Quinn’s lips quirk in a half smile and he nods for me to continue. “well, i do think the concept of new years is pretty weird. and some of the traditions that people have are weird as well. like-”

i’m cut off by the simultaneous chants of the people surrounding us. counting down from ten. i smile and my face lights up. i love this part of the holiday.

“SEVEN! SIX! FIVE!” i sigh as i watch couples pair off, ready to kiss their other half a happy new year, a longing look in my eye. i feel Quinn shift beside me, his thigh pressing closer into mine. but my eyes are locked on my friends all smiling at their significant others, so happy and in love. i want that.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” i’m snapped out of my thoughts by a hand grasping my chin. my face is turned and i’m able to catch a quick glimpse of Quinn’s eyes before my lips are covered by his. his hands move to cup my face, his lips moving over mine. it takes me a second of hesitation to realize what’s happening and my heart speeds up. i snap out of my trance in time to move my lips, locking us into a slow and passionate kiss.

“GO HUGGY! FINALLY!” i hear someone yell and everyone laughs, cracking jokes about how long it took for us to kiss. Quinn pulls back to lock eyes with me, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths. he gives me a small smile before leaning in and capturing my lips with his once more. our friends start clapping and i smile into the kiss, making him pull away once again. this time he pulls away completely, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close to him.

what did that mean? does he like me the way that i like him? or was it just a midnight kiss between friends? is this gonna change anything, or are we just going to move past this like it didn’t happen? does he realize how much this means to me? my head is swarmed with questions that i may never know the answers to.

i stay glued to his hip for the rest of the night, my head still reeling from the kiss. not long after midnight, everyone starts to head home, and i follow Quinn out to his car so he can give me a ride. he opens the passenger seat for me, helping me in before shutting it and jogging around the front of the car, slipping into the drivers seat. the drive is unusually quiet, my usual chattiness drifted away after our kiss. instead i’m stuck inside my own mind, still wondering what it meant. when he pulls up and parks in a spot outside my apartment complex, he turns to look at me, and i manage a smile.

“you okay?” he asks. “you’ve been quiet.”

“yeah, i’m fine. just figured i’d give you a reprieve.” i joke. his expression tells me he didn’t appreciate my attempt.

“don’t do that.” he says.

“do what?”

“don’t let what Elias said get into your head. i love that you never stop talking. i like seeing you happy.”

okay he needs to stop talking before i do something monumentally stupid. like kiss him again.

“don’t worry, Quinny. i’m not gonna go silent on you. i was just joking.” i smile. “who else can i talk about all my star wars theories with, without them calling me a nerd?”

he laughs and unbuckles his seatbelt.

“you wanna come in and drink some wine while i tell you about how i think Palpatine is actually Anakin’s father?” i ask, and he nods.

“what else would i do?” he jokes sarcastically.

we get out of the car and Quinn leads the way up to my apartment, having been here hundreds of times in the past four years. i unlock my door and call out to my cat that i’m home. within seconds she comes around the corner, and Quinn scoops her up in his arms, cradling her like a baby. i listen to him coo at her as i grab a bottle of wine off my kitchen counter and pour two glasses.

within a few minutes, Quinn and i are sat on my bed, drinking our wine as i lay my feet in his lap and talk to him about my theory. Quinn listens intently, as if he hasn’t already heard it a million times, and absentmindedly lays his hand on my ankle, sending a spark up my leg.

“anyways, enough about that.” i finish. “how’s your mom? i heard you on the phone with her earlier. I miss Ellen.”

he smiles, a rare genuine grin at the mention of his family.

“she’s good.” he nods. “she misses you too. keeps telling me to bring you to the lake house this summer.”

“we’ll if that’s your way of offering, then i accept.” i tell him before joking- “i miss my favorite Hughes brother.”

“there’s no way that Luke is your favorite. i call bullshit.”

“you call bullshit every time i say it, but i still remain adamant. he’s the sweetest.” i tease. “he told me last summer that if i ever decide that i like younger guys, he’ll take me out. maybe i’ll finally take him up on that offer.”

Quinn raises an eyebrow, tickling the inside of my ankles as he speaks.

“oh please. he wouldn’t know how to handle you.”

i bark out a laugh and nudge his thigh with my foot.

“and just what is that supposed to mean?” i ask.

“it means that whatever man you finally decide is good enough for you, needs to appreciate you. he needs to love how much you like to speak, and your hopeless romantic side. he needs to appreciate that you always look on the bright side of things, and find a silver lining in everything. he needs to remember that you’re a sunrise person, preferring the beginning of a new day rather than the end, so you prefer your dates as brunch or picnics or going to a museum rather than dinner or a movie. and Luke is not that guy.”

my heart melts at his words. the fact that he knows these things about me and believes that i deserve to find someone who won’t make me compromise those parts of myself.

and there i go, doing something monumentally stupid, because before i can take a second to think before i react, i lean over and press my mouth to his. his lips lock with mine, moving slowly. i open my mouth, letting his tongue roam freely over mine. Quinn grasps my hips, pulling me in closer so that i’m straddled over his lap, and i roll my hips, lightly grinding down onto him, making him let out a groan.

he tastes like red wine and mint, an odd combination, but not a bad one. his hands slip under my top, skimming my bare skin as he settles them at my waist and pulls me closer. my chest is flush against his now, every breath i take making my nipples brush against his chest, sending pleasure driven shivers down my body, straight to my core.

“please.” i whisper against his lips.

“please what, y/n?” his voice is raspy, laced with lust and seduction.

“please Quinn. please fuck me.” i whimper as he pulls me down to roll over his quickly hardening length.

“whatever you want, baby.”

**

my eyes squint against the light coming in from my bedroom windows as i finally come to. it takes me a couple seconds to remember why i’m naked. and when the memories of the night before flash in my mind, i smile, rolling over in my bed to face Quinn. but his spot is empty. i reach over to feel cold sheets. he’s been gone awhile.

when did he leave? why did he leave?

tears prick at the back of my eyes, but i blink them away. he could just be in the kitchen. rising from my bed, i throw on an oversized t-shirt and some underwear as i glance around my room. his clothes are gone, the only ones left scattered on my floor being my own, sending another sinking feeling in my gut.

i leave my room, walking to my kitchen only for it to be empty. i check my bathroom, my living room, and my guest room, only for all of them to come up empty as well.

he left.

i finally let my tears fall, collapsing on my couch. i thought maybe he liked me, but was last night just an easy fuck for him? did he not want me in the way that i want him? in a relationship sense?

**

it’s been four days since Quinn and i slept together, and we haven’t spoken or seen each other in those days. it’s not unusual for us to not talk or see each other for a few days, but after our night together, i wasn’t expecting the complete silence. i told myself i would confront him the next time i see him, but the thought makes me anxious.

with the Canucks having two nights off in a row, a lot of them are going out to a bar, and as a close friend of the team, i was invited. Andrei didn’t tell me who all is coming though, so as i walk into the bar right now, i worry over the possibility of being confronted with Quinn.

my eyes roam the bar, searching for my friends, and when i finally spot them, i feel both relieved and anxious. i don’t see Quinn. i make my way over to them, giving hugs and fist bumps as i say my hello’s.

“i’m gonna go order a drink.” i let them know, but as i turn around, i see Quinn, who seems to be returning from the restroom. we lock eyes and he veers course, coming to a stop in front of me.

“hey.” he greets me, pulling me into a quick hug. my arms stay glued to my sides.

“hey.” i say weakly. before i can lose my confidence i speak again. “can we talk?”

Quinn nods and tips his head over towards an empty booth across the room. i lead the way over to it, taking a seat on one side while he takes the seat across from me.

“what’s up?” he asks, and i take a second to study his expressionless face. does he really not know what this is about?

“can i ask you a question?” i ask.

“yeah, of course.” he replies. he lifts the hat off his head and sweeps a hand through his hair before replacing the hat. i swallow the lump in my throat and take a deep breath.

“why did you leave?” i manage to get out.

“what?”

“that night. why did you leave? i woke up the next morning and you were gone.” i explain. he opens his mouth but i continue speaking. “i just need to know. did it mean nothing to you? because that night meant everything to me. and i was under the impression that it may have meant something to you, but then you left without even saying goodbye and it made me feel…cheap. so i just want you to be honest with me Quinn, did it? mean anything to you?”

Quinn’s nostrils flare and he winces, as if my words were hard for him to hear.

“of course. it meant so much to me, y/n. but it all happened so fast and right after i said those nice things. so, i laid awake overthinking. and i got it into my head that maybe you were just overwhelmed with what i had said and acted on impulse. that maybe it was just one night for you. and i could take that, so i left. i thought maybe that’s what you wanted me to do.” his voice is soft, barely audible over the commotion of the bar, and his words only make me more upset.

“so you didn’t think to talk to me? you just left?” my words are sharp, my tone incredulous. “if you would’ve talked to me then you would’ve known that i really like you, Quinn. i’ve been in love with you for two years. i wanted that night to happen. it wasn’t just a night for me. was the decision impulsive? maybe. but i thought about that happening between us for years. i wanted it. i want you. not just for one night, but forever.”

his hand snakes across the table, clasping my own.

“i want you too. forever. god, y/n, i’ve been in love with you since i met you. but i knew how much you’d been through with past relationships and i didn’t want to push you. and then when i thought enough time had passed, i didn’t want to ruin our friendship, so i took you in any way i could have you. if that was just as your best friend, then so be it. but i don’t want to be your best friend anymore, y/n/n.”

my head reels with his words, thinking back over them. wait what?

“what?” i whisper, my voice shaky.

“if you can forgive me for being an idiot and jumping to conclusions, i’d really like to be your boyfriend.”

my heart races, and i look into his eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity.

“i’d really like that. but you can’t leave me like that again, Quinn.”

“i don’t think i ever want to leave you again.” he tells me. he stands, taking my hand in his and pulling me up so hard that i crash into his chest. he wraps his arms around my waist, leaning down and letting his lips graze mine, smiling. “my mom is gonna freak when i tell her we’re finally dating.”

my head drops back in a laugh before i tease-

“oh no, how am i gonna break this to Luke?”

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #vancouver canucks #midnights fic list #faithlynn’s writings <3 #babydollmarauders

[capitalisticveins]

Gavin and Guy (separate) HCs!

Reward for @free-boundsoul winning. These are my first headcanons back (this is a lie I have Solaire clan hcs i just dont know when I wanna post them) after a while of not writing so I hope these are up to standards, enjoy!

Guy once BEGGED Honey to buy tickets to see Wicked. Their job pays better than his (like infinitely better) so he couldn’t afford them. After like a week or two they caved and bought a single ticket for him.

He complained about it saying he wanted his “honey bunny booboo bear” with him and after another week of whining they caved again and bought another.

Gavin can’t stand citrus fruit but makes sure to buy some whenever he goes grocery shopping because Freelancer likes them

Gavin prefers games that are either straightforward or rocky with the meaning being unclear, no inbetween at all.

Gavin can pole dance and unlike Damien it is for sexual intentions. Only reason Freelancer doesn’t know is because they don’t own a pole.

Guy has met every character in the cast with the only exception being Caelum, Scorpius, Cicirnus, and Quinn

Yes, even Brachium. He died for like a solid 5 minutes once.

Gavin was egotistical as FUCK when he first coalesced. He thought he was just automatically better than everyone else and that’s why his relationship with Ophiuchus is non-existent

Guy has a fanclub he doesn’t know about, and Honey is the vice president of it

Guy, Geordi, and Ollie are all online friends. Guy and Geordi do know each other irl but they haven’t met Ollie

Gavin used to be teased for his long name, it’s part of the reason his name is so short now

Guy and Gavin are THE most flexible characters in the cast no I will not take any criticism at this time

Contrary to popular belief, Guy isn’t a big fan of pizza. On the rare occasion he does eat pizza though it’s New York Style

Gavin spent at least 5 hours on the internet looking for the perfect name for him when he decided to change it.

One of the many reasons Gavin doesn’t like Ophiuchus is because they keep calling him “Vindemiator” despite him saying he goes by “Gavin” now.

Guy owns a Miku binder ironically

Guy used to have those little fuzzy mohawks as a kid until he decided to get a buzz cut when he was 13 and grew it out ever since

Guy had his first tooth kicked out in a McDonalds play place

Gavin is actually pretty good at “Golf With Your Friends” after Freelancer finally got him to sit down and pay attention.

Gavin owns THREE mermaid dresses 

Guy can play the drums…he just feels like a drum guy

Guy is like…..wayyyyy too interested in the Hunting Adeline and Haunting Adeline. He doesn’t LIKE the books but he just…can’t put them down.

Neither can Honey

Gavin unironically listens to CupcakKe

Due to….habits… and him being a demon, Gavin can fit 50 marshmallows in his mouth. He doesn’t know this but Huxley would be the reason he found this out

His name was supposed to be a joke his mom made but Guy’s dad misinterpreted her intentions and told the doctor they wanted Guy to be named “Guy” with no further questions. Guy is putting him in the nursing home for this.

He was bullied relentlessly* for this in elementary and middle school 

Gavin scams kids on roblox for fun

Guy was one of these “kids” (This happened last week he completely trusted Gavin because Gavin said “trust me”)

Both Gavin and Guy like to think they can win a staring contest by closing their eyes and not opening them because “technically it’s not blinking”

Freelancer likes to let Gavin thinks he won but Honey just slaps the shit out of Guy and says “YOU HAVE TO FUCKING STARE”

*by “bullied relentlessly” he means “being asked why he was named Guy every week" with no malicious intent whatsoever

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer #redacted guy #redacted honey

[yuurei20]

Jade and Floyd Info Compilation part 15: Azul (pt6)

When Azul’s plot in Book 3 fails, Jade takes responsibility for the photo that he had wanted to steal rather than allow Azul to edit himself out of it.

Vil says Jade is famous among the housewardens as “a gifted secretary who fulfills Azul’s every wish.”

Azul says that he is “truly the best in the school at worming (his) way into other’s hearts” and when Jade asks if that is meant to be a compliment Floyd agrees, saying “It’s tricky to get into people’s good graces. You’re the only guy I know who could pull something like that off. Me? No way.”

Jade and Floyd are unhappy with being left behind for the Glorious Masquerade event, with Jade calmly requesting permission to join Floyd in throwing a tantrum.

Azul leaves them to their own devices until Floyd threatens the lounge, and promises them stories to keep them suitably entertained in exchange for their cooperation.

Azul buys them both curiously designed charms “with a cryptic meaning” during the event, and later realizes what they represent.

He tells Rollo that he will be keeping the secret to himself, however, as, “the point is to confuse the recipients. I want them to puzzle over what it is and why I gave it to them...I can see the confounded looks on Jade and Floyd’s faces now.”

Jade suspects someone of stalking him in a vignette where Azul asks why he hadn’t mentioned it and Jade says, “I did not think it concerning enough to trouble you with.” Azul warns him that the stalker must have an objective and Jade agrees, “because there are aspects of our business that might not look good. Like…all of them.”

Jade says that he prefers not to attract attention (“Azul is much better at that sort of thing”) and confirms that Azul is no longer possessed in Spectral Soiree by asking him to confirm Mostro Lounge’s earnings from the previous night.

Jade thanks Rook for saving them during Phantom Bride and Rook says he is certain Jade would have done the same for him.

Azul responds, “No, Jade would’ve simply looked on and chuckled.” (Rook: “I suppose there is also beauty in leaving matters to fate.”)

Floyd is most unimpressed by Azul’s overblot, saying he was acting “pretty lame” and it was “the cringiest thing (he’s) ever seen.”

Floyd says that he can skip out on opening ceremonies because Jade and Azul are so used to it by now that they don’t even get mad at him.

Azul explains to Trey that, contrary to popular belief at the school, while the two brothers are like “two twisted peas in a pod—each in their own uniquely dark way”, it is actually Floyd who is the easier to deal with on many levels, “since his nature is far more obvious tha Jade’s. Jade on the other hand…he’s a particular brand of devious. If you see him, do not provoke him. Do not make eye contact. Just back away slowly.”

But Azul says that Jade is a capable assistant (“I wouldn’t have appointed him as my vice housewarden otherwise”) and while “Floyd’s capriciousness is wearying…he always comes through when he’s needed most.”

Azul also says that he “cannot recommend Jade and Floyd’s cooking enough” and that the twins burst into his room at midnight on his birthday with a cake.

#twisted wonderland #twstjade #twstfloyd #Floyd Leech #Jade Leech #twstfacts #jadefacts #floydfacts

[socialfakes]

we got over it- quinn hughes

this a continuation of #1, which you can find here if you're interested!

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yourinstagram | it’s been a year since my baby became an official professional hockey player and if this isn’t a worthy cause to celebrate, then i don’t know what is 🤷🏻 🥳 still so incredibly proud of you and love you immensely luke ❤ lhughes_06

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lhughes_06 i love you so much 🥰❤  | yourinstagram forever 💕

jackhughes time to party!!!!! 🥳

user08 quinn looks incredibly good in this picture 🤤  | yourinstagram you’re kidding right? 🤢

_quinnhughes let’s celebrate 🎉  | yourinstagram you’re not invited 🚫

user03 the love i have for these boys > anything else important ❤ especially jack 😍 | jackhughes ❤ | _quinnhughes last year, I was your favorite 😲 | user03 sorry quinn. I still love you but jack has my heart now | jackhughes haha! that’s what you get for taking my girl away from me 😂 | _quinnhughes what girl did I take away from you? 🤔😂 | jackhughes okay don’t pretend you don’t know who we’re talking about 😂

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yourinstagram | clearly doesn’t like having his picture taken 😂_quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes i was in the damn penalty box 😂 who wants their picture taken?  | jackhughes i like having my picture taken in the penalty box sometimes 😁  | _quinnhughes doesn’t count. you're incredibly photogenic 😂  | yourinstagram to your credit, you can be photogenic quinn 😁  | jackhughes holy crap. hell has frozen over because y/n just gave quinn a compliment 😂

user07 wowza 😍

elblue6 she’s just proud of you, quinn 😁  | yourinstagram i am very proud of him. all of your boys. you did a fantastic job raising them ❤

besthughesbros quinn is really good looking in and out of the penalty box ❤

jackhughes i love this picture 😂

user03 he is so cute 😊

canucks that’s our captain right there 😁

njdevils was this during the canucks vs devils game?  | yourinstagram yes 😂 congrats on the win by the way 😁

user09 y/n gave quinn a genuine compliment and nobody is talking about it? what kind of world do we live in? 😂  | yourinstagram right? it was weird

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yourinstagram | barzy baby looking fine 😍🤤🔥 barzal97

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jackhughes simping over someone else now? trying to make you-know-who jealous perhaps? 😏  | yourinstagram oh god no 😂  | jackhughes i’m just playing 😂 besides we all know the truth 😏

barzal97 you’re the best, love ❤  | yourinstagram 😲❤

_quinnhughes i suppose he looks alright 🤷🏻‍♂️

user07 god he is the best looking player 😍

lhughes_06 great dude

user02 so hot 🔥🤤

trevorzegras 🔥🔥🔥

yourinstagram can’t believe that i have to clarify that we are most definitely NOT dating 😂  | user07 yeah, because you’re dating quinn, right? 😂🧐  | yourinstagram no 🤮  | jackhughes 😂😂

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yourinstagram | my all time favorite picture of quinn ❤ so glad to see him smiling again  _quinnhughes

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yourinstagram contrary to popular belief, we don’t actually hate each other 😂 we’ve worked things out

jackhughes he’s the best when he’s happy  | yourinstagram which is extremely rare 😂

_quinnhughes 😁❤

user06 he is SO good looking 😍

canucks he plays better when he’s happy 😁

lhughes_06 hmmm wonder what made him so happy 😏

user08 glad you guys don’t hate each other anymore 😁

user01 am I the only one seeing the heart emojis being exchanged between them???  | jackhughes nope. i see them too 😁  | lhughes_06 you should see them at home 😏  | yourinstagram 🖕🏻

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yourinstagram | you see two hockey stars & i see 2 good looking men 😁❤ jackhughes _quinnhughes

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jackhughes love you ❤  | yourinstagram love you more ❤

elblue6 my boys ❤

lhughes_06 love these 2 so much 😁  | yourinstagram me too 😁

user03 the development of your friendship with quinn is my favorite thing

user09 still convinced she’s dating one of them 😂  | yourinstagram can confirm  | jackhughes can confirm  | _quinnhughes can confirm  | user09 wait hold up

royalhughes good looking men indeed 😍  | yourinstagram indeed

canucksdevils my 2 favorite people in the world 😁

nikki quinn is hot 🔥  | yourinstagram 👍🏻🟩

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yourinstagram | guess who lost a bet with me and has to cook me a gourmet dinner? 😂😁 _quinnhughes

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jackhughes what would he have won if you lost?  | yourinstagram guess we’ll never know 😂

_quinnhughes what would you say if i knew I was going to lose the bet before we even agreed on it? 🤨  | yourinstagram I would call you out on your bullshit 😂

Lhughes_06 stop making bets you can’t win, quinn. have you learned nothing from the past? 😂

elblue6 pretty sure he lost on purpose. he loves to cook and i'm pretty sure he lost so he could cook for you 😉  | _quinnhughes mom!  | jackhughes because he liiiiiiiiiikes you 😉  | _quinnhughes jack I do not  | jackhughes right. you looooove her 😏

user05 he looks so good in the kitchen 😍  | yourinstagram no comment 👀  | jackhughes mhm 😏  | _quinnhughes you love me and you know it 😉  | yourinstagram 🤮

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yourinstagram | fun times out at the lake house ❤🌊 _quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes so much fun 😉  | jackhughes okay are you guys dating now or something?

jackhughes who’s more fun at the lake house?  | yourinstagram lhughes_06 of course  | jackhughes I meant between me and quinn obviously  | yourinstagram you of course jack 😁  | jackhughes ha _quinnhughes your own girlfriend thinks i’m more fun 😂  | yourinstagram woah there buddy. not his girlfriend  | _quinnhughes why do you do this jack 😂

user08 he is so good with kids ❤

elblue6 why are you guys at the lake house, together & alone?  | jackhughes I didn’t even get an invite 😢  | lhughes_06 me either jack 😢  | _quinnhughes I came up here to spend some quiet time alone and she just showed up 😂  | yourinstagram very wrong, quinn. I was here first. You showed up like an hour ago 😂

user03 if you’re not dating then why did you use a heart emoji?  | yourinstagram because I love the lake house 😁  | jackhughes that’s not the reason 😏  | yourinstagram 🖕🏻

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yourinstagram | surprise birthday dinner ❤🥰

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_quinnhughes happy birthday 😁

jackhughes don’t be shy. tag the man 😂😏  | jackhughes and happy birthday 🥳❤

lhughes_06 happy birthday. hope you enjoy dinner. i love you ❤😁🥳  | yourinstagram i love you too lukey ❤ and thank you 😁

edwards.73 happy birthday sis 😁

elblue6 happy birthday. i love you ❤  | yourinstagram I love you too ❤

user06 the watch looks like quinn’s 🤔  | jackhughes that’s because it is 😂  | yourinstagram it is not, jack 🙄  | _quinnhughes pretty sure luke stole my watch like 4 months ago 😂

user03 wait so are you dating luke, jack or quinn?  | jackhughes quinn  | _quinnhughes luke  | lhughes_06 jack  | yourinstagram neither 😂

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yourinstagram | guess we’re your classic enemies-to-friends-to-lovers trope 😂 getting to where we’re at now was a difficult journey but it is one I would choose to walk again with you a million times before taking the easy way with someone else. the moment I realized I was truly in love with you was the week we were all sick and you took care of everyone, despite being incredibly sick yourself. you have the biggest heart out of anyone I know, quinn. i'm so glad you chose to share it with me ❤ I love you ❤ _quinnhughes #hardlaunch

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jackhughes you two are so disgusting, but I love it 😁

elblue6 so happy for you two. saw this coming when you were 9 😉

lhughes_06 I love you guys 😁

_quinnhughes I love you so much. never thought this would happen but i’m really glad it did ❤  | yourinstagram ❤😘

user04 love this pairing so much 😁

user03 totally had no idea this was going to happen 🙄 happy for you guys though 😁

trevorzegras congratulations. so happy it’s finally out in the open now 😊

quinnsgirlfriend so sad quinn is off the market but I couldn’t ask to see him happy with anyone but you 😁

edwards.73 the entire team has your back y/n. if quinn screws up, let us know 😂 but in all seriousness, congratulations on this. quinn is the best 😁

_quinnhughes ❤❤💍

#quinn hughes #fake social media #instagram au #nhl #vancouver canucks #hockey player social media #jack hughes #trevor zegras #luke hughes

[heart4reigns]

UNTOUCHABLE, jey uso (ii).

previous chapter

warnings: curse words, making out i guess idk, flirting, substances, cigarettes, alcohol, pet names, people trying to flirt w you

tags: wrap it up kiddos, comedy time!! dominik being slightly jealous because he’s a protective bff

BEING with the top frat boy was difficult at first. the two of you had to adjust your social life, schedule, and everything in-between. it was also kind of weird for people to see the two of you together, but no one dared to say anything. your friends, on the other hand, were very ecstatic about you venturing into the love game. especially for becky and seth. they insisted on going on double-dates with the two of you.

you were still trying your best to show affection for him; as it was hard for you to express your feelings sometimes. jey, contrary to the popular belief–was a kind and loving partner. he understood that you were not used to all of this. you didn’t expect it, coming from him with his entire reign of being a fuckboy. this was something special for him. the love he had for you was genuine and he was willing to try. you weren’t official yet, the two of you were comfortable with what you had now.

it was just a regular friday before finals; seth with his thesis draft, becky with her laptop, jey with his blunt, and you with your books. he was passing the joint to everyone and to your relief, you needed that joint. being the teaching assistant for several first years stressed you out. not to mention, you had to keep track of his academics too. jey decided that he actually needed to change in order for him to graduate. no, he didn’t leave behind his parties and all of that fraternity bullshit; but he wanted to become a better person.

so, he enrolled to one of your study groups.

at first he was joking around, still being the rowdy frat boy he was, but when he saw you during your teaching mode, jey knew he wouldn’t mess with you. “fuck, you rolling another one already?” seth chuckled, seeing him pull out the papers. “blame ms. teaching assistant right here taking up all the puffs.” he ruffled your hair. “finals are coming and i need a break.” you defended yourself.

“are you coming back to your town for holidays?” you shook your head at becky’s question. “no, my mom is going to paris. for no fucking reason.” becky chuckled. “you don’t wanna go with her?” “i think i’ll stay here, i mean i got a job in town. so, summer job. yippie!” you sarcastically said. “what about you becks?” the orange-haired girl took a bite of her apple before answering you. “seth and i are gonna stay with my parents for a bit, we’re not gonna be here for summer, you’ll suffer on your own.” she replied. “and you?” you faced your boyfriend, who was still focusing on his rolling joint.

“i’m staying here, baby. i need to work on my thesis.” jey replied, passing you the freshly-rolled blunt. you took a hit off it, feeling the smoke inside your throat. “you know what? take that one. i’ll just roll another one, baby.” he chuckled and took a quick peck on your forehead. you flared up in embarrassment, still not used to romantic gestures. “awww, look. she’s blushing! seth, take a pic!” “i’ll kick your ass, becky.”

nighttime came and you parted ways with the eccentric couple, leaving you and jey all alone in the abandoned park near the campus ground. the two of you were laying down, head slightly fuzzy due to the substance you took. “i hate you.” you muttered, nuzzling your head on the crook of his neck. “every time you get high on your own, you always blame me, sweetheart.” “i hate you for having good dealers.” you continued. “don’t hate the player, hate the game.” your head felt very light as you studied his features. “you know, you’re really pretty.” you caressed his face. “i could say the same thing, baby.” he leaned closer, lips connecting with each other–taking in the heat of summer.

“are you staying with me tonight?” he asked, in-between kisses. “do you want me to?” you teased him. “you don’t know how much i want you tonight.” he whispered. “well today is your unlucky day, uso. the girls are gonna throw a surprise party for bianca for killing the ballet performance.” yo saw him groan in despair. “fuck, baby. you and your sorority stuff.” jey complained. “hey, i didn’t complain when you were out on a boys camping trip for a week.” you defended yourself. “okay, you’re right. i’m sorry.” “apologies will be accepted in the form of kisses.”

finals came by and you were finishing up your last lab exams for the semester. you quickly packed up your stuff and went outside the lab. to your surprise, you spotted a certain senior leaning on one of the railings in front of your class. "hey, baby." your cheeks reddened as he kissed your forehead. "what are you doing here?" you furrowed your brows. "came to pick you up, we're going to town. you deserve a treat baby."

you got a full princess treatment from him. he took you on never-ending dates, you never paid for anything when you were with him. you insisted on paying every time you were out, but he would always decline. "we're coming to roman's party right?" "i'll go if you go to the seminar with me." jey lit up his cigarette, passing it to you. "fine, i'll go to the damn seminar with you, baby." your eyes lit up in excitement. "thank you."

"how was your finals?" the two of you were eating in some random diner in town. "it was okay, i think i kinda messed up for my last lab report." you sighed. "nah baby, you never failed a class. you're not cody." he joked, making you smile. "cody failed statistics... had to mentor him for 5 months, he's doing great now though." you added. "how about you? how's your thesis going?" you returned the question. "halfway there, i'm doing this for you baby." you shook your head. "you're doing this for yourself." you smiled.

it was true that jey had a boost on his academics, even the professors noticed. right now, he was attending a seminar, with you as one of the speakers. it was about some medical seminar that he didn't really know about. but he was there for you. "bless my old heart. jey uso, in the flesh. what are you doing here?" professor heyman chuckled when he saw jey writing down his name on the admission booth. "hey professor heyman. here for my girl." he pointed at you, who was preparing for the session.

"well, good for you then." months passed and his feelings for you grew stronger. his life turned upside down and he was happy. at certain times, he felt like he didn't deserve you–as the two of you had different backgrounds. the man sat down, waiting for your session to begin. you were on the standing near the podium. the two of you made eye-contact and jey gave you a wink. "good luck, baby." he mouthed. "thank you." you replied.

"hello everyone, good morning. my name is (y/n) (l/n), i'll be representing the medical faculty for today's seminar." he was very proud of you.

the ride back to your dorm wasn't silent at all. his left hand on the steering wheel and his right hand on your thigh. "you staying with me tonight?" you nodded, still reading your book. "words, baby." "yes, head-boy of the bloodline, the main event, the one and only jey uso." you mocked him. you expected him to groan in response, but a chuckle came out of his mouth. "damn, (y/n). i love you so much."

his 'i love you' got into your head. there you were, slightly distracted. "yo, you okay?" you looked up and saw jey's twin, jimmy. "huh?" you muttered. "you look distracted." he shrugged his shoulders. jey was downstairs, waiting for the pizza to arrive. you couldn't really go anywhere because security was already on their duty. so you were stuck in jey's room, which was in front of jimmy's room and right next to roman's.

"yeah, (y/n). what's up?" roman nudged you. the three of you grew closer, due to your 'relationship' with jey. "nothing man, it's just..." you sighed. "jey confessed to me." they were confused. "i think we know he likes you alrea-" "he said 'i love you'." the room became quiet. "that's new. my brother doesn't say 'i love you' to people, (y/n)." jimmy added. "man, this is just new..." roman muttered. "what did you say after that?" jimmy asked, drinking his water.

you didn't say anything. "i don't know, i didn't say anything. it came out of the blue. fuck, i'm too scared to say it back. i'm not used to this." you admitted. "i mean, don't force yourself if you're not ready. i'm sure he'll understand-" "yo, i got the pizza!" your conversation was cut short.

summer came and you were very ecstatic for it. you got a new job and you were going to spend the summer with jey. you were quite relieved to know that the campus guards were on their break, so you could sneak easily to the boys dormitory. you were back in jey's room, trying your best to stay awake. it was only 6 pm and you were very sleepy. he forgot to bring his keys and you were waiting for him to come back from the gym.

jey: [picture attached]

jey: what's good

your eyes widened in surprise as you saw his attached picture. "this man is taking thirst traps..." you muttered.

(y/n): get ur ass here

(y/n): why are u as a man taking thirst traps?????

(y/n): ok no actually keep them coming

jey: lmaooooo

jey: ur wish is my command, princess

jey: on my way back don't fall asleep just yet

"open up." you stood up from his bed, his sweatshirt falling to your knees. "now what did i say about looking cute with my clothes on?" he immediately dropped his duffle bag to hug you. "ew, go shower first." you joked as he couldn't stop kissing your entire face. "are you ready for roman's party?" you shook your head. "i'm literally wearing your sweatshirt and no pants, do i look ready?"

it was roman's birthday party. you took a liking to the college athlete, he was one of those frat boys that wasn't a douchebag. the two of you were finally ready to go. "do you always look this good?" he was standing behind you, hands on your waist. "and are you always this flirty?" he couldn't help but to laugh at your question. "only to you now, babygirl. let's go."

the party was obviously packed, roman was a popular college athlete with a bright future. "yo, uce. happy birthday!" jey hugged him, passing him his birthday present. "happy birthday, uce." you followed jey's gesture. "look, it's my favorite couple. thanks guys, enjoy yourself tonight!" roman gave the two of you red cups filled with whatever alcohol was available on the counter.

"too bad becky and seth are already out of town, miss them already." jey sighed, taking a drag of his cigarette. "yeah, kinda miss getting ready with her." you added. "i think jimmy's asking me to play beer pong with him." jey pointed at his twin, who was waving his entire arms at the two of you. "you wanna come?" you shook your head. "nah, i'm going outside for some fresh air. it's getting cloudy here." he nodded. "you sure? want me to come?" once again, you shook your head. "it's okay, got your guys everywhere. they know what to do if anything happens."

all of the frat boys took an oath to protect the sorority girls at all cost. especially now, since you were seeing their head-boy. even though you were totally capable of protecting yourself, jey had all of his boys to protect you. "dom!" you spotted your best friend, chilling near the pool with his tiny group. "(y/n)!" he greeted you back. "i miss you." you admitted. "you're too occupied with jey to think about me." he rolled his eyes. "hey, it's not like that." you smacked your head.

"anyways, this is austin. people call him theory for no fucking reason, he's from alpha academy, you know? near your new workplace." you nodded in response. your guard was still up to new people. "yeah. hi." you said, with a straight face. "you didn't tell me damage ctrl had pretty girls like her." you immediately furrowed your brows in disgust. "dude, she has a boyfriend." dom added, trying to diffuse the situation. "and where's her boyfriend?"

"he's right here, man. get your own girl." you were startled to hear jey's voice coming from behind you. his arms were around your waist, pushing you closer to him. "alright, damn. was just messing around." he chuckled. "dom, think jimmy needs another beer pong player. go inside." dominik couldn't help but to comply with his head-boy, leaving you behind with theory and jey. "you got any problem here, dude?" jey raised an eyebrow. "n- nah, just trying to have fun." he stuttered. "then move along."

his possessiveness towards you was the first thing you noticed when you started seeing each other. "he didn't say anything right, baby?" you shook your head. "no, it's alright." jey kissed your forehead. "he better pack the fuck up. i run this place." you chuckled at his sentence. "okay then main event jey uso, wanna get shitfaced?"

the night went on and you were already drunk in whatever you took from the party. at this point, you didn't even realize what was going on. "you ready to bounce, baby?" you took the last shot from your cup, head already fuzzy from the alcohol. "i'm gonna climb the walls." you joked. "don't need to, security cleared an hour ago. let's go back."

his dorm was so comfortable, you thought. you didn't know if you were too drunk to realize that you were still standing in front of his room, body paralyzed. "baby, come in! what are you doing?" he dragged you inside, guiding your body to the worn-out couch. "you okay there?" he asked. "i'm fine, just fuzzy." you replied with your eyes closed.

silence filled the room. you weren't tired, the alcohol was keeping you awake. "hi." he greeted you out of the blue. "hi?" you chuckled. "why the fuck are you so pretty?" jey asked, moving his body closer to yours. "i could say the same thing about you." you flirted back. "fuck, you really know how to rile me up, huh?" the man smirked, slowly pushing you down with him on top of you. the situation turned heated as you felt him kissing your neck.

"shit, this is too bright." he complained, practically skipping to dim the lights. you laughed at his antics. "okay, where were we?" he couldn't help but to laugh as well. you pulled his face closer to your, not breaking eye-contact. you felt his lips connecting with yours as his hands roamed under your shirt. slowly, but surely, your hands wandered around his pants, unbuckling his belt. "baby wait, nah... let me get protection." you nodded. "if you pull out your power rangers figures as protection, i will kill you."

"baby, we’re all out.” you couldn’t help but to chuckle. “damn. okay then, no.” he nodded at your answers, pulling back his pants. “thanks for understanding, i’m not on the pill.” “you don’t need to thank me, that’s bare minimum.” your heart fluttered a bit at his answers. goddamn, i’m so fucking in love with him, you thought.

the two of you laid on the couch, still trying to contain your laughters. "you're one of a kind, baby." he brushed your hair with his fingers. "god, if a year ago someone told me i'd be with you. i wouldn't believe it." jey added. "shut up, it's not like i'm the top diva or something." you chuckled, feeling the substance hitting you. "nah, i'm glad you don't have the keys with you that night. imagine if you had them, we'd still be strangers by now." the alcohol inside your veins toned down, you were wide awake.

"i never got to say i love you." you suddenly blurted out. it caught him off-guard. the atmosphere was comfortable enough for the two of you to just stay silent. "i know it's hard for me to express how i feel, because it's all new to me. but i love you." you continued, facing him. "thank you for also being patient with me, baby." jey continued to brush your hair with his fingers. "i'd do anything for you, princess."

"i can't believe you'd settle with someone like me." you confessed. "someone like you? you're all that i want." oh, jey uso was one big sweet-talker. you couldn't help but to blush at his sentence. the room was dark, the only source of light was the stupid fucking lava lamp that you hated. although you couldn't see him perfectly, you knew that he was staring at you. "something wrong with my face?" you asked. "nah, i just like looking at you."

despite all of those rumors about him, jey treated you with all of his heart. "you know," he paused for a second, sitting up from his position. "after we graduate and when we have proper jobs and our lives are settled, let's live together." your eyes widened in surprise. "are you joking?" he immediately turned on the lights. "i'm not joking, princess." the thought of moving in together never crossed your mind.

"or we don't have to if you don't want to." he added, hesitating a bit. "i'd love to." you blurted out. "we have the entire future in front of us, i just thought you wouldn't see me in it." his gaze softened. "baby, how many times do i need to tell you that i love you? you're making me a better person." he lit up his joint, passing it to you.

"here's to the future?" "to the future."

a/n: MODERN ROMANCE IS PASSING JOINTS TO YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER. anyways, hope you enjoyed it because i enjoyed writing this !!

#jey uso #jey uso x reader #jey uso imagine #wwe #the usos #wwe imagines #roman reigns #cody rhodes #wrestling #jimmy uso #solo sikoa #wwe x reader

[dreamii-yume]

Aight, for my first proper thirst post after my long vacation, I present to you :

This fucking music video. Oh, Kayano Mikoto, the woman that you have made me 🧎‍♀️

But no, this music video is actually very sad 😭 Because not only does it confirms Mikoto having another personality, but this song is sung almost entirely by that other personality—“John” as Es calls him, short for “John Doe”

Mikoto is a tragic character y’all, I know we were all hornii about him during his first trial ☠️ But goddamn, his story is one of my favorites to dissect.

I really believed Mikoto when he said that he couldn’t remember a thing about his murders, because he doesn’t seem like he’s lying and seemed genuinely confused—So, I ended up entertaining the theory that his brain is actually erasing the memory due to trauma ☠️ One anon even theorized that Mikoto himself is the one doing the murder, and “John” is the one trying to protect him, which was something I started to believe in for a while—BUT THEN HIS SECOND TRIAL DROPPED AND HOO BOI, there’s a lot to unpack here lol

First of all, contrary to popular belief, Mikoto is now proven to be a kind character, he doesn’t have ill intentions. He’s a people-pleaser, who always bottles up his feelings and would end up suffering because of this. You could tell from how exhausted he looks, yet he keeps up a smile when talking to other people like his mom so they wouldn’t worry about him. But he’s not okay 😭

Eventually, the stress from his job got to him so bad that “John” was born to protect him from breaking. It’s currently unknown who or how many he killed, but it seems to imply from the Drama CD that it was a bunch of strangers that happened to irritate “John”, so he came out and killed them.

One thing to point out most of all here is that “John” is not evil—He didn’t kill just for laughs, he killed to protect Mikoto. He knows how kind Mikoto is, but just couldn’t handle the fact that the world mistreats Mikoto so much, taking advantage of his kindness. “John” cares for Mikoto, he was born to do things that Mikoto couldn’t do, because he just can’t sit there and watch as Mikoto break down.

“John” even expresses his distaste for us, the viewers/voters, for calling Mikoto a liar and making him seem like a villain in the first trial. Us, voting him Guilty/Unforgivable only made Mikoto’s stress-level sky-rocket so “John” comes out more in Milgram.

But his music video tells us that “John” does regret his actions. But I don’t think it’s the “I regret killing those people” kind of regret, it’s the “I regret making Mikoto suffer even more by killing those people” kind of regret, because look where that got the both of them. “John” practically ruined Mikoto’s life by trying to save/protect him, hence why I think he was apologizing to Mikoto at the end instead, not to us.

In the Drama CD, “John” basically admits to his murders, but begs Es to forgive/vote Mikoto innocent/forgivable because Mikoto is technically not the one who did the crime. Milgram is judging Mikoto as the Prisoner and not “John”, so he wants to at least put Mikoto at ease by telling him that he is innocent/forgivable. He tells Es that he’s afraid that if Mikoto is voted Guilty again this time around, the “Original kind Mikoto” will soon disappear, and that “John” will have take over. But on the contrary, if we vote Mikoto innocent, then “John” promises that he will be the one disappear.

I feel extremely unwell about their dynamic 🧎‍♀️Mikoto and even “John” deserved better than this. Mikoto doesn’t even know “John” exist bro 😭

#milgram #mikoto kayano #im voting Mikoto innocent #but i do think John is guilty

[girl-next-door-writes]

Not What I Asked For

Characters: Crowley x reader

Summary: Crowley has done the unthinkable and caught feelings for a hunter. The problem is, he believes your affections lay elsewhere, somewhere more heavenly.

Word Count: 1060 words

Request: ‘Billions of people in the world, and I chose you, how stupid was that.’

For: @everythingyouknowisalie

The quiet clink of ice against glass was the only sound as the King of Hell slumped on his throne, his mind sifting through the wreckage of his life. This was all he ever wanted, to be the King, so shouldn’t he finally feel fulfilled? It was not easy for him to admit, but he no longer recognized himself. The constant demands, the demons, the angels, the never-ending threat of the apocalypse, it had drained him, taken everything and left him a hollow husk of the man he had imagined he would be.

Crowley was never a ‘good’ man, beneath his cruelty and callousness he wasn’t hiding a soft gooey centre, but after centuries scrabbling to get to the top, it was heart breaking to discover this was not what he wanted. Perhaps it would have taken him longer to realise all this if it hadn’t been for you. The irony of his ‘soul searching’ was not lost on him, it had been so long since he had possessed one, and yet you had opened something within him that he couldn’t close.

This awful self-awareness was not what he had asked for, wasn’t what he had ever desired, and yet it had slowly dripped into his consciousness with every interaction between the two of you. Somehow, you had snuck in, become that voice in his head that told him he could do better, be better. That little voice of yours was so damned convincing and he could almost fool himself that it was true, that he could be worthy of… of you.

The grip on his glass tightened almost imperceptibly and his jaw tensed as a flash of anger ripped through his despair. You were not what he had asked for, you and your false belief and optimism. The glass smashed against the wall, the diminishing ice cubes skidding across the concrete between the shards of glass. How he wished he had never met you. He would gladly give every moment back if it meant he still had his own peace of mind, if he could still delude himself that this life was what he truly desired.  

Having you in his life had done nothing but rip apart everything he had spent so much time building. How dare you! How could you be so reckless? So careless?

His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar ringtone emanating from his inside jacket pocket. Crowley didn’t even need to look to know who needed him, and he also knew he was unable to refuse.

“You look like hell.” Dean’s comment had the demon rolling his eyes.

“King of Hell, remember? Not your personal supernatural assistant, that’s what your pet angel is for.”

“Yeah, well, we need some information.”

“And you forgot how to use google?”

“Contrary to popular belief, google don’t know everything.”

Crowley was about to throw another sarcastic retort his way when his eyes glanced over at you, and he tensed. Your face was bruised, and you were holding your left arm. Despite your best efforts to hide it, he could see the pain written in your expression and his feet automatically took him in your direction, Winchester now totally forgotten.

“What happened, kitten?” He asked softly, tentatively reaching for your arm. There had only been a handful of times he had actually had physical contact with you, and he didn’t wish to overstep or cause you more pain.

“I’m fine. Just a run in with a demon who really didn’t want to help us out.” You shrugged nonchalantly, your skin tingling as he gently ran his fingers over your arm.

“And that angel of yours hasn’t shown his face to help you out?”

“Cas is-“

“I meant your angel.” He refused to let that name fall from his lips, fearing you would hear the intense level of distain. His eyes met yours and the pain in your arm dissipated.

“He’s not my angel.” The two of you stood there, just gazing into each other’s eyes as your words sank into his consciousness.

“Oh.” His hand moved to brush some hair from your face before cupping your cheek, his thumb grazing over the bruise as you leaned into his touch.

“Is that why you’ve not been around? Gabe?” You asked with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

“I’m the King of Hell, darling. That keeps me busy.” He lied, smiling softly as he stepped back, your injuries now a distant memory.

“So, Crowley, you think you could-“

“So, you and the angel. You’re not… what happened?” Crowley ignored Dean’s attempts to get him to focus back on the case, instead much more interested in finding out why you would reject the advances of an angel, or perhaps the feathered idiot had broken your heart. If the latter was the case then he would hunt him down, archangel or not.

“He just wasn’t my guy. I think your heart kinda chooses for you and mine chose someone I can’t have.” You avoided eye contact and Crowley wondered who this guy was, and how someone so lucky could pass up the opportunity to be with you.

“Who?” He asked softly, stepping a little closer and hooking his finger under your chin so he could lift your head and see you clearly. Whoever this guy was, he would be tortured so exquisitely for causing you even a second of heartache.

“Billions of people in the world, and I chose you, how stupid was that.” You gave him a sad smile, tired of denying your feelings and anticipating the inevitable rejection. There was silence for what felt like an eternity as Crowley felt the weight of a million emotions wash over him all at once.

“About as stupid as a demon falling for a human, yet here we are.” He hummed, a smile playing at the corner of his lips as he watched the realization bloom in your eyes.

“Yeah. Here we are.”  

“So, you gonna help us solve this case, or are you gonna just stand there like a love-struck teenager?” Dean’s voice had you and Crowley breaking eye-contact and glancing over at the hunter in surprise and annoyance.

“If I help you, then it will be done sooner, and then, oh then, me and kitten have plans.” He smirked, his mind already playing over all the possible scenarios. “So, what do you need, Squirrel?”

#Crowley #Crowley x reader #spn #gndw fic

[annoyinglandmagazine]

Gil Galad heaved a sigh ‘and we were doing so well. I mean, apart from you stabbing Oropher last month-’ and Elrond cut him off ‘Oropher deserved it. I’ve made clear to him so many times that I do not intend to overthrow him yet he persists to-’ at this point Elrond was at a high risk of going off on a rant and, not wishing to get to sidetracked, Gil Galad interrupted.

‘Yes, yes, please save it for later. Our weekly bitching about Oropher meeting isn’t until Friday. I’m sure you were entirely justified in threatening to castrate the king of Greenwood.’ This reminded him this weeks session would probably need even more wine than normal. He better remember to stock up.

‘Oh believe me I was,’ in a tone that definitely was not at all terrifying. Yep, definitely a story there. ‘So back to the matter at hand,’ Gil Galad continued pacing back and forth, ‘what are we going to do about Galadriel?’ ‘Well if we’re lucky we won’t have to do anything at all.’

‘When has a high king of the Noldor ever been lucky Elrond? Please, I need realistic options.’ Elrond fell back into the bed, staring at the ceiling and reaching for Gil Galad’s secret stock of wine he shouldn’t have known about. ‘Well I don’t know, kill her? I really don’t know what sort of options you want here. Like, where is this on the solve at all costs scale?’

‘It is nowhere on that scale! That scale does not apply! We are not using that scale!’ Elrond rolled his eyes, loosening the braids that held his hair up, ‘it’s a helpful scale. It tells me whether you’ll excuse kinslaying or if I just have to make do with arson.’ ‘Neither! We are doing neither! Do you really think this being my herald’s first train of thought will convince Galadriel that we have your people under control?’

‘Why are they my people. They swore allegiance to you.’ ‘No they swore allegiance to you. Contrary to popular belief that is not the same thing. Do you know how bad it looks to Galadriel to have this many Feanorians in my city without even an oath of allegiance?’

‘I have them under control.’ ‘Yes that’s what I’m worried about.’ This was met with a pillow being thrown at his face. ‘You know I’d never risk actually becoming king. We can just- deny, deny ,deny.’

‘What like, no I’m afraid I can’t see the star of Feanor, Galadriel, I have no idea what you’re talking about?’ ‘I mean we’ve had worse plans.’ ‘I hate that you’re right.’

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[dyk3medown]

study buddy

eddie munson x reader

summary: a study session with eddie quickly takes a turn after you decide to reward him for getting the right answers

warnings: fem reader, smut, friends to lovers, unprotected sex, kinda fluffy especially at the end, mentions of Wuthering Heights (yes that deserves its own warning)

a/n: apparently i am unable to write an eddie fic where his hair pulling kink isn’t mentioned at least once. this is gross and fluffy at the end but i couldn't figure out another way to finish it so. also i haven’t read wuthering heights in a few years so please excuse me if my analysis is a bit off lmao.

smut under the cut <3

Contrary to popular belief at Hawkins High, Eddie Munson is not dumb. Sure, he’s in his third year as a senior, but this year he’ll graduate; he just knows it. You think so too and are determined to get him to pass his English class, the one he’s failed multiple years in a row. He’s actually really smart, he just needs a little help channeling his intelligence into academics rather than crafting an elaborate DnD campaign.

You’re sitting in Eddie’s room, trying to help him study, but his mind keeps wandering, and you’re having trouble getting anything substantial done.

“Look,” you sigh, “we’re getting nowhere with this.”

You bite your lip, pondering an idea for a second. “What if I… give you an incentive?”

You don’t mean it to be, but your tone is slightly suggestive. Eddie’s eyes widen, and you watch his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he visibly gulps. “What, uh, what kind of incentive?”

“You can pick, I want it to be effective.”

“Why don’t you take off some of your clothes every time I get an answer right,” Eddie jokes, grinning at you.

“Okay.” Your face remains serious as you feign nonchalance, despite the nerves wracking your body. There’s always been some tension between you and Eddie, and you frequently jokingly flirt with each other, but this is taking it to a whole new level.

“Wait, what?” Eddie’s smile has turned decidedly more nervous.

“I said okay.” You repeat. “I told you to choose an incentive and you did.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Unless you want to pick something else?”

“No!” Eddie exclaims loudly out before bringing his voice to a normal volume. “No, that’s fine, we can do the uh, clothes thing.”

You let a small smile through your stone-faced facade. He’s so cute when he’s being a dork.

“First question,” You clear your throat and look up from the paper. “What is one thing symbolized by the ghosts in Wuthering Heights?”

Eddie thinks for a moment before responding. “An absence of, uh, closure? And the lingering presence of the past?”

“Yes, Eddie, that’s really good!” You beam at him.

You reach down and tug off your socks, shooting him a stern look when he makes a sound of protest. “Socks count! Get another question right and you’ll get something better.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Eddie replies cheekily, giving you a mock salute.

You ask him another question, and he gets that one right as well. You shed your jacket, now just in a shirt and shorts. If he keeps this up, you’re going to be very naked very soon.

“Next question.” Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and Eddie’s gaze flickers to your mouth before snapping back. “What point does Brontë demonstrate about revenge through Heathcliff’s character?”

Eddie’s brow furrows as he tries to think. After a minute, he throws his hands up in defeat. “I don’t know.”

“C’mon Eddie, you got this.” You give him an encouraging smile. “Think about the end of the story, how Heathcliff died and how he felt.”

“The point is, um, revenge won’t give us what we want?” You motion for him to continue. “Heathcliff gets his revenge and is still miserable before he dies. So, uh, focusing on the events of the past only prevents us from achieving happiness in the present?”

Eddie looks unsure, but you nod, clapping your hands together excitedly. “Exactly! You’re doing so well, Eddie, you’re going to destroy this test.”

You both look at each other silently for a second before you realize. “Oh, right.” You pull your shirt up over your head, and you can hear Eddie’s breath hitch as your bra is revealed.

You put it on the ground next to you, feigning nonchalance, but your heart is racing. Goosebumps rise on your skin, but you’re not sure if it’s from the slight chill in the air or the weight of Eddie’s stare on your chest.

“Hey!” You snap your fingers in front of his face, and his eyes shoot up to yours, not even having the decency to look embarrassed. “Let’s keep going, okay?”

You continue to quiz him, and to your pleasant surprise, he gets most of the questions right. After some stalling - taking off my necklace counts, Eddie! - you end up in just your bra and underwear, sending a silent thank you to the universe that you had picked out something cute that morning.

Eddie is clearly affected by your state of undress. His hands grip white-knuckled onto his thighs as if he’s physically restraining himself from touching, you or himself you’re not sure. You’d been politely ignoring the way his pants had tented, but now you’re finding it hard not to look.

With all the blood in his body directed far from his brain, it’s really a miracle he managed to answer so many questions correctly.

You force yourself to look back at your list of questions. “Last question,” you inform Eddie, your voice wavering just slightly.

He gets it right.

Locking eyes with Eddie, you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting the straps fall down your arms until it falls to the floor. His eyes darken as more of your skin is revealed, breaking eye contact to gaze hungrily at your chest. You fight the urge to cover yourself. Part of you is incredibly embarrassed, but another part preens under his attention, loving how his breathing has turned ragged from watching you undress.

“Why don’t you ask me one more question?” Eddie asks you, leaning forward slightly. “But this time I want a new incentive.”

Gone are all the traces of Eddie’s familiar goofy behavior, now replaced by a simmering intensity that threatens to overwhelm you.

“What do you want?” You’re replying to his question, but in reality, you’re asking much more than that.

“If I get it right,” Eddie’s fingers twitch on his thighs, “I get to touch.”

You inhale sharply, pulling your knees up to your chest as you consider. The tension in the room has reached a fever pitch, and if you keep going, if you take that leap, you know there’s no way you’ll be able to stop.

“That okay, princess?” Eddie has moved closer in your moment of contemplation, now close enough to place his hands on your knees and push them down, exposing your chest once again.

“Yeah, that’s okay.” You clear your throat and try to formulate a new question.

“When was Wuthering Heights first published?”

It’s an easy question, one that Eddie should immediately know the answer to, considering it’s been written on the board in his English class for four weeks straight.

Eddie’s lips curl into a smirk as he answers, “1847.”

Before you can even tell him he answered correctly, Eddie’s hands are on you, surging forward to finally do what he has been craving for so long. One hand runs up your thigh while the other goes to your chest, squeezing gently. He runs his thumb over your nipple and you shudder, so on edge that even the slightest touch sends shockwaves through your body. He shifts forward to nip at where your neck meets your shoulder, the scrape of his teeth followed by a swipe of his tongue to soothe the sting.

Eddie continues his path upwards, resting his hand at the base of your throat for a moment before moving it to cup your cheek. His other hand has crept far enough up that he’s only centimeters from the apex of your thighs, dangerously close to where you’re desperate for his touch. His thumb rests gently on your bottom lip as his gaze flickers between your mouth and your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” Eddie asks softly, and you can only nod, not trusting your voice to work.

Eddie leans in slowly, lips barely brushing against yours before pressing more firmly in a kiss that quickly turns heated. He’s quite talented with his tongue, and you can’t help but imagine where else he could put it to use.

His fingers graze the waistband of your underwear, dipping in slightly.

“What do you want?” Eddie pulls back, echoing your earlier question.

“Just touch me.” You pull him back into a searing kiss, gasping into his mouth as his hand moves down and his fingertips brush your clit.

Eddie dips lower, a low groan escaping him as he feels how wet you are. He brings his fingers back up to your clit and starts to make slow circles, moving easily with how you coated them with your slick.

Your head falls to his shoulder, panting against his neck as he gradually speeds up. You link your arms over his shoulders as you turn your attention to the pale skin of his throat, kissing and sucking until dark marks bloom under your attention. Eddie’s hand starts to falter, and you quickly grow impatient, pushing him back and reaching for his belt.

Eddie takes off his shirt as you fumble with the buckle, replacing your hands with his own and taking it off with ease.

He rids himself of the rest of his clothes as you do the same, greedily taking in every inch of skin that is revealed. You clench around nothing at the sight of his cock when it springs free, long and thick and surprisingly pretty, a word you never thought you would use as a descriptor for something like that, but nothing about Eddie follows the norm.

Eddie pulls you into his lap, and you tangle your fingers into his hair as you bring him in for another kiss. His lips seem to fit perfectly against yours and, god, why hadn’t you done this before? You tug gently at his hair, and he moans into your mouth, prompting you to do it again. He moans even louder as you pull harder, head snapping back and hips jerking up.

“Fuck, baby.” Eddie pants as the head of his cock brushes against your entrance. “Need to be inside you.”

“Yes please, Eddie, want you to fuck me,” you gasp as you shift and the tip nudges against your clit.

He lines himself up, and you sink down slowly, both of you moaning as he fills you up. You pause for a moment when he bottoms out, clenching around him as you adjust to the rather large intrusion. You’re incredibly grateful that his uncle is gone for the night because you don’t think you could hold back the noises you’re making.

Bracing yourself on his shoulders, you lift yourself up halfway before dropping back down, repeating this action until you’ve built up a quick rhythm.

“Fuck, princess.” Eddie grabs onto your hips as you bounce on his cock, gently guiding your movements. “You feel so good around me, so fucking tight.”

He plants his feet on the ground and starts to fuck up into you, thrusting up every time you drop down.

“Eddie!” You cry out as he gets even deeper, angling his hips slightly to hit the spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back.

You reach one hand down to rub your clit, clenching around him at the extra sensation.

“Shit,” Eddie curses, “keep doing that, baby, you look so good playing with that pretty pussy for me.”

You let out a whine at his words, moving your fingers faster. You’re not sure where his sudden affinity for dirty talk came from, but you’re certainly not complaining as he continues to praise you, calling you his good girl in a tone that makes you shiver.

Eddie pulls you in for a surprisingly tender kiss, a clear contrast to his harsh thrusts.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He says as you break apart, resting his forehead against yours. “Wanted you, wanted to make you mine.”

“I’m yours.” You can’t help the smile that grows on your face. “It’s always been you, Eddie.”

“Yeah? You ever think about this, baby?” Eddie asks, his sincere tone turning to something much darker. “God I used to jerk off all the time thinking about you, imagining how you’d feel around my cock.”

You whine as he gives a few particularly harsh thrusts, hanging on to his shoulders for dear life. You find yourself rapidly approaching the edge, throwing your head back as you bounce even faster.

Eddie matches your pace, his grip on your hips tightening to the point that you’re sure he’ll leave marks.

“Not gonna last much longer, princess,” Eddie warns, voice audibly strained. “Where do you want me to-”

“Inside,” you cut him off. “I’m on the pill, I want you to cum inside me.”

“Jesus fucking-” Eddie’s voice breaks. “Yeah, I can do that, baby, you want me to fill you up? Want me to fuck you full of my cum?”

“Eddie!” His words are enough to tip you over the edge, chanting his name as you cum.

“Fuck!” Eddie follows you with a punched-out groan, the feeling of your walls spasming around his cock too much to handle.

You collapse against him after you ride out your orgasm, his cock still twitching inside of you. You rest your cheek on his collarbone, and he bends his head down to place a kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips.

Eddie eventually slips out of you, half carrying you to the bathroom as your legs prove to be more than a bit shaky. He helps you clean up, kissing you every so often with an infectious grin on his face.

He gives you one of his shirts to wear and drags you into bed with him, wrapping himself around you like an oversized koala. Who knew Eddie Munson would be such a cuddler?

As you drift off in his arms, you can’t believe how lucky you’ve gotten, that you get to have him like this.

All in all, it was definitely a successful study session.

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[meeowgumi]

a pretty picture, with a pretty girl

adam stanheight x reader

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“Adam, can i open my eyes? please?” you giggled as you lifted your hand to grasp the ones blocking your sight. Adam tuts at you playfully, shaking his head as he returns your fit of giggles. “not yet, what’s the point of a surprise if you’re peekin?” you let out a huff at this, crossing your arms in feigned annoyance. Adam’s composure faltered slightly, not being able to tell if he truly upset you or not. as if you could hear his internal monologue you shut your eyes tight and whipped around quickly, wrapping your arms around his torso and setting your head in the crook of his neck. “i’m not actually upset, hun. i’m actually really excited to see it.” Adam returns your embrace once you say this, his confidence slowly rebuilding in his chest “well, if you’re so excited, why don’t you see it for yourself?” Adam sets his hands on your hips, turning you gently. you still had your eyes closed as he turned you, waiting for his explicit permission to open them. once he felt you were in the perfect position, his hands rose from your hips to your waist. “c’mon sweetheart, you can look now.” you did as you were told an opened your eyes, squinting for a moment due to the sudden contrast. before you was the most cute, movie-esque picnic setup you’d ever seen. you let out a soft gasp as your hand went over your heart, quickly turning around to see your beloved boyfriend. you enveloped him in another hug, making him stumble a bit due to the force of it. “this is so adorable, Adam! thank you so so much!” pulling your head out of his chest, you placed a chaste kiss on his nose before running to the checkered blanket set up before you. Adam let out a small chuckle at your enthusiasm. he quickly followed your lead, already swooning. as you looked more closely, you noticed a little box next to the new camera you had gotten him for his birthday. you didn’t see him use it often, at a certain point you thought he didn’t like it, but maybe he had a reason to bring it with him today. he looked at you expectantly, looking between your lovely face and the box before you. “babe, the box is collecting dust. open it, yeah?” that’s something else you always loved about him, his wittiness. it may be annoying to others, but that’s what charmed you in the first place.

you knew Adam always had a thing for photography, while it is his job he had always had an interest in photography in general. to Adam, you were his muse. he loves the certain smile you get when excited, the way you cover your mouth when you laugh (although he’d much rather see your gorgeous face), all the little things people gloss over, he makes sure to pay extra close attention. after all he can’t capture every moment he loves with a camera, much to his dismay. contrary to popular belief, Adam is more observant than one would expect. he Adam, in general, isn’t the bad person people make him out to be. it’s not to say he can’t do anything wrong, no not at all. it’s just nice to not be the scapegoat in every situation. he always tries his best to better himself; only drinking and smoking socially while developing better eating habits, even making sure he thinks thoroughly before he reacts. His flashbacks and nightmares of the trap can make him easily agitated, but he doesn’t mean to hurt you, ever. that’s the last thing he could ever want. you know he’s trying, making his best effort and he appreciates that, more than you could every know. Adam truly cherishes you, and he wants you to have the best possible relationship, so he’s making attempt to be the best possible boyfriend. although, he would rather die of embarrassment than let you know he’s doing this for you, for the most part. Adam’s done a lot to improve since you two became official, including becoming wiser with his spending habits. it’s fairly obvious to see that he’s not in the best financial situation, but Adam likes treating you to a little date every now and then. These little days have been, but not limited to, thrift shopping, hanging at the park, going to the movies and seeing more than you paid for. They’re simple, cute, and perfect opportunities for pictures if you ask him. Adam felt a surge of inspiration today, and decided to set up a lovely little picnic, just for the two of you.

you reached for the box, holding it gently. even though it was wood you didn’t wanna risk it. i mean, what if he made it himself? out of curiosity, you opened the box, greeted with some of Adam’s favorite photos he’s taken of you, his lovely muse. you were confused at first, in all honesty. “baby, take one and look at the back of it.” again, you did as you were told, nimbly picking up the picture and inspecting it carefully. it was a picture from the first date you two ever went on, a quiet little café with nice coffee. you were in the midst of laughing at a joke Adam had told, holding up your cup to cover your open smile, like always. it was one of Adam's mant favorites, but the reason why he loved it so much is that he could see the smile in your eyes. suddenly you remembered what he had said earlier; you flipped the photo over with haste, excitement bubbling in your chest with wonder of what it might say.

hey, baby. the photo's gorgeous, right? honestly i think you make any picture look amazing, and don't say anything because you know i'm right. anyway, i'm not the best with words but i wanted to say all your smiles are beautiful.

p.s, even the toothy ones. :)<3

you chuckled at the last part, looking over to your beloved boyfriend who quite frankly, looked like a puppy in this moment. "do all of them have something written on them?" you asked as you sifted through the box of photos, reminiscing about all the cute moments you two shared. "yeah actually! i just wanted to show you how much," he coughed into his hand before he could finsih, turning away before quickly turning back. his pace startled you a little, but he had his reasons. his main one being that this was a moment he couldn't save with his camera, not even the one he used for special occasions, the one you got him. Adam began to speak again, letting out a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding, "i.. just wanted to show you how much i love you." his words were quick and breathy, but you were able to understand. a dreamy look found it's way onto your face, and suddenly this moment was too sweet to for you. not knowing how to react, you opted for returning to your place in his arms.

"oh Adam.., i love you too."

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[littleacebee]

To understand the incomprehensible

Ace Podcast Week, Sunday: Realisation/Acceptance Hampton Fawx usually doesn't focus on the fact he doesn't exactly understand relationships and sex. However when he ends up not getting solution to their case because of it, he starts thinking about it more. | Fawx & Stallion (2,922 words)

Hampton Fawx, contrary to the popular belief, knew he didn’t know everything and in certain areas there were big (if not massive) gaps in his knowledge. He did however always thought about himself as a man who can understand people motivations, how they work and why they do what they do. This belief caused him now to slowly move his gaze between James and Madge in complete confusion. 

Mr and Mrs Stallion (as no one has called them) with true excitement were shouting about their recent case (no one also has officially given them the case, they just saw article in the newspaper and decided to look around). 

“I’m sorry.” Hampton said after giving up understanding what they were talking about. “What exactly are you proposing?”

“Some pretty girl-”

“-or boy-”

“-lead them there!”

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Hampton clearly didn’t look like someone who understood because James started explaining from beginning.

“What we know? Bunch of rich guys late in the evening were taken from a pub to unknown location where a group of people took all their belongings and then left them outside the same pub in nothing but their underwear. While all of them testified that they were hit in the head after being robbed and before being tossed on the pavement, all of them give different description how they got from the pub to the place they were robbed.”

“Some dude said he was held at gun point, other that he had a blind fold on his eyes, yet another that he was also hit in the head and lost consciousness. And of course no one was able to tell where they were taken.” Madge joined in exposition. “And the police officers we overheard, accidentally overheard, mentioned that all of the guys were visibly not comfortable talking about it.”

“They were lying.” Hampton said slowly nodding. He got everything up to this point. Everything that James and Madge were talking about after it didn’t make any sense.

“And why bunch of rich guys, married guys wouldn’t tell the police how they got there? It’s clearly either extremely embarrassing or is damaging for them in some way!”

“And what guys do at pubs they don’t want people and especially their wives know about? Flirting with any pretty girl-“

“-or boy-“

“-they can see. So clearly they were the ones who took them to get robbed.” 

“But why wouldn’t they know where they went?” Hampton wasn’t sure how their explanation fully solved the problem.

“Well, they clearly weren’t thinking with their heads at the moment.” James laughed and Madge joined him.

They exchanged satisfied smiles like their reasoning had perfect sense and thinking it closed the case went to do their own things leaving confused Hampton alone. Their explanation didn’t help him at all. He still didn’t understand at all why people left the pub with a stranger, even if said stranger according to Stallions was pretty, and didn’t know where they were taken.

“What they were thinking with then?” He whispered to himself having now another riddle to solve. 

No matter how long and from what angle Hampton thought about it, he wasn’t any closer to understanding what they meant. He would probably call this whole explanation a stupid bunch of nonsense that had nothing to do with how things worked if not the fact that according to both James and Madge that was how things actually worked. So he stayed in his armchair and thought about it again and again. 

It wasn’t the first time he didn’t fully understand people’s motivations and actions. He didn’t exactly get why Madge continued her complicated relationship with Martha. He didn’t know why James was asking “which one will Archie like better?” when he was getting dress to meet his partner. He didn’t fully understand comments Madge made when they walked into the room where Archie and James were sitting alone or the ones James made when Madge came back late in the morning after spending night out. He didn’t get why people threw comments at the girls in pubs nor why so many married men were caught having sex with random woman causing a massive scandal nor why people could prioritize someone they just met over their friends or family.

Normally it didn’t really trouble him that much. The moment came, he got confused, the moment went away together with his confusion and he didn’t think about it again. But today it bothered him exceptionally and now that he was thinking about various previous cases, it all started to feel like too much. All of it revolved around sex and relationships, that one area that always slipped from his mind if he wasn’t focusing on it intensely or someone wasn’t speaking openly about it. And people, for a reason he also didn’t understand, didn’t usually speak openly and plainly about sex and relationships. Or maybe just for him it was never said openly and plainly.

He remembered when he was seven and he and Madge just solved their first case. All of the adults who were present or only heard about it would make comments how adorable pair they made (Hampton hated being called adorable) and call him “a ladies’ man from the young age” (he didn’t get how then he couldn’t be a ladies' man if half of the kids were girls so it was hard not to play with them) or say to him “someone here likes older girls” (he didn’t know why they were pointing out Madge’s age) and laugh and wink like they shared a secret together. Hampton came to the conclusion then that it has to be some adult stuff they simply found hilarious. 

The comments became less frequent with time but because he and Madge stuck together, they never went away entirely. Some of them were picked up by their peers and Hampton often wondered if they really got the adult jokes or just repeated them to seem like adults. He was pretty sure it was the latter until Victor Bennett made his remark. It was different than the earlier comments they got - til then Hampton only heard these words whispered between adults when they thought no one can hear them. He knew it wasn’t supposed to be a nice or playful joke by the hatred in boy’s voice and his expression. All the kids around them gasped hearing it and Hampton for the first time thought that maybe they do understand all the comments a little better than him. He expected Victor to be quickly destroyed by another of Madge’s famous insults but there was silence. When he looked at her, her face was red and there were tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Hampton never was prompt to violence but when his ability to say anything back was taken from him by the fact that he didn’t fully understand what they were talking about, he didn’t have any other option left. He really didn’t like to see his friend cry. He punched Victor Bennett right in the face. The boy didn’t hold back after that and both of them immediately ended up on the ground wrestling until they were separated by adults. His father gave him a stern talk when he was brought home by the collar and forbade him to go to the library for months and meet with Madge. However Hampton felt that it was worth all of it when smiling Madge slipped chocolate cookies into his pocket next time they saw each other. He still didn’t understand neither why people were making that kind of comments, why some of them were nice or funny and other hurtful, why they were said once in public and once in hushed voices. 

Few weeks after Victor Bennett incident, when he once again could easily meet with Madge, his father sat him down and gave him the talk. The talk was brief (exactly like most speeches his father gave) and consisted mostly of the words “marriage”, “pregnant” and “babies”. His father ended it with the words: 

“I know you and that Madge girl are close and run alone doing God knows what. I am not going to stop you from seeing that girl but I don’t want to have any grandkids out of wedlock, you understand me, boy?”. 

Hampton nodded his head not really getting what the fact that he and Madge were friends had anything to do with his father’s grandchildren. He decided that it didn’t matter, especially as he and Madge would never get married and after all kids were something married people had. He also didn’t tell his father that they didn’t spend that much time alone because Madge was busy sneaking out with Olivia Edwards when she had a chance.

After that one time no one really tried to explain that to him. Everyone just started acting like he knew exactly what they were talking about or why they were doing whatever they were doing. They never did it plainly but had to use more or less ambiguous code every time. The only one who always did speak plainly was Madge. She would tell him everything about her romances with all the girls, no matter how fleeting or private they were. She never expected any concrete response from him and whatever he said back always seemed like enough. 

Madge was also the only person who never asked him about his own romantic or sexual life. James asked him once, right after they met, and when Hampton answered that right now the only thing that interests him is solving a mystery, he never asked again. His parents had a phase when they were asking him constantly if he planned to settle down with some nice girl any time soon but it passed and now they were only mentioning grandchildren during Christmas. Random people sometimes asked him about it and he never understood why they needed that knowledge.

Madge usually had eyes on one girl or another, James was with Archie and Hampton was… well, he was. The case was he never really thought about it. He didn’t feel the need to flirt with girls (or boys) like Madge liked to do nor to enter the relationship like James had. There was a thought somewhere at the back of his head that one day he will of course be married or start a family because that’s what people did. But now, when he was honestly thinking about – he didn’t really want or dreamed about it. It would be something that he just do because people do this and expect it from him. 

Should he want to be in a relationship? Should he understand all the comments people make? Should he get why sex was such a big motivations for everyone else? Should he actually think about it if the current situation didn’t make him do it?

He gripped his glass tighter and took a big sip of the alcohol inside it. He felt like he’s just discovered a gaping hole inside himself. The place where all the relationships and sex stuff was supposed to be was empty and he felt that no amount of reading and research would fix it. This hole was with him from beginning and will stay with him till the end. 

“Everything’s alright, Hampton?” Madge’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “You are awfully quiet, it’s getting a little bit scary.”

The woman entered the room without taking her eyes from Hampton. He wanted to say “Yes! Just deep in my thoughts like true detectives are” or simply “Still thinking about the case”. But now he could feel the hole physically in his chest and all the thoughts seemed like too much. 

“Am I broken, Madge?” He said quietly looking up at her.

A corner of her mouth rose a little in clear sign she wanted to answer with a joke, but when she saw an expression on his face, whatever the expression was, she resigned and came closer.

“What is it about?” She asked gently after sitting down on the armrest of his chair.

Hampton opened his mouth to speak but in one of the very rare occasions he wasn’t able to find any words. How one can find a words to describe a hole in themselves no one else seems to have or even see?  

“Hampton, I am really starting to get worried.” Concern shined in her eyes when she caught his gaze. 

“I do not…” He started slowly not wanting to worry his friend more. “I don’t get the pretty girl or boy thing. I really tried, Madge, but I don’t understand it.”

“Just because you don’t get one thing it doesn’t make you a bad detective. You can’t be so hard on yourse-”

“But it’s not a one thing!” Hampton interrupted her. “It’s all the things! Comments, outfits, relationships, sex! Why it’s so present and everywhere but also nowhere and everyone talks about it but also doesn’t talk about? And everyone, and I mean everyone, wants it! You have Martha, in a very complicated way, but you do, James and Archie have each other and I…” His voice broke a little. “I forget about it on the majority of days unless it punches me in the face. I don’t get it, Madge, and I don’t think I ever will.”

Madge reached out to grab his hand and took a deep breath.

“You are different, but so am I and James and non of it makes any of us broken or wrong, no matter what the people say.”

He shook his head. It wasn’t like that. Oh, he wished it could be easy like that.

“But you and James get it. You are different but the same in the end. And I… I am not. There is this whole area that’s so instinctive to everyone else but non existent for me. Everyone knows about it! Everyone gets it! Everyone wants it! And it’s just me who doesn’t. I can try and try but on some deep fundamental level I will never get it, I am never going to truly want it. And it feels like there’s this hole in my chest which I can’t fill in any way and if that doesn’t fit the definition of „broken”, the what does?”

He could feel tears gathering in his eyes and hollow pain in his chest. Some part of him knew it was stupid thing to focus on and get so worked up by. Normally that part would be dominant but at the moment all the feelings that he wasn’t previously aware of overwhelmed him.

“Oh, Hampton.” Madge whispered and immediately leaned to hug him. 

He let her embrace her and welcomed familiar comfort with gratitude. She run her hand up and down his back to calm him.

“You are not broken, Hampton. You are different. Don’t say anything, let me finish.” She loosened her embrace so she could look him in the eyes. Her gaze was full of determination. “Yes, you never were interested in girls and all the comments about our possible relationship went right over your head. And yes, when I started to be interested in girls, I thought that maybe you are in similar way interested in boys. But soon it became clear that you weren’t. And it didn’t matter, Hampton, it didn’t matter then and it doesn’t now. Because you were there for me when I needed you. You helped me proved my innocence the day we met, you didn’t care I was a girl and treated me like equal, you liked hearing me swear when everyone told me it wasn’t “ladylike”. Hell, Hampton, you got in a fight because some jerk insulted me.”

“Fucking Victor Bennett.” He murmured and Madge laughed.

“Oh, fuck him. And you did punched him pretty good, for me. You covered for me every time I sneaked out to make out with a girl. You could even say you found me nice and wealthy husband.” She joked laughing again and Hampton smiled weakly. “My point is, Hampton, you were and still are there for me when I need you. And that’s really the only thing that matters. You are not broken simply because you lack in one area. You are not interested in relationship and sex with women and men the same way I am not interested in men. It doesn’t mean I am half broken and you are fully broken. It just means that our whole looks different.”

She finished talking but her eyes haven’t left his. Her gaze was intense and determined but Hampton could also see care and love in it. He knew that she wouldn’t let go until she got the message into his head. 

“Our whole looks different.” He repeated slowly trying to fully embrace her words.

Madge smiled and nodded. She leaned to give him one more hug.

“Yes, it does. Now, do you want me to slowly and in detail explain to you the pretty girl or boy thing from the case?” She asked getting up and moved to fill their glasses.

“Yes, please. You have no idea how much it annoys I can’t solve this case. And could you, please, tell me what James meant when he said they weren’t thinking with their heads?”

She chuckled from the kitchen but shouted that she will. When she came back, she was also carrying a plate of chocolate cookies and Hampton thought that not understanding everything might not be that bad after all. 

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