#exactly what that's like because (when I stopped being dumb) you and I clicked'

[buckttommy]

and you know what the thing is, is i don't even think the biggest problem is going to be that buck's jealous. eddie knows buck. that's the love of his life, but more than that, he just knows him intrinsically. he knows how he is. he knows he gets insecure. he knows he has abandonment issues, like. he knows. he has never once hesitated to give buck assurance and he'll give it again (that scene in buck's loft in 7x05). the problem is going to rise when eddie's relationship with tommy is still a problem after their talk, and neither of them are going to know why. becuase from eddie's pov, it's going to be like, well now you're just being ridiculous. i already told you i love you (in so many words). i already told you we're solid, i already told you nothing's going to change and you're still being weird and i don't like it. and from buck's pov, it's going to be like. i realize we had this conversation, but i still don't like this relationship. i still want things to go back to the way they were. i'm still hungry for your attention and you're not giving it to me.

and so it's like. that's where the wires get crossed. because at some point, buck is going to have to examine his thoughts and feelings again, and he's going to be like, well this man and his relationship with eddie has been the only thing that's consumed my thoughts for weeks; therefore, i must want him desperately. and it's like. yes. solid thinking there, buck. definitely no other options it could possibly be. nuh uh. makes perfect sense. 1000/10 excellent problem solving, great job, buckaroo. dumbass.

#And there's also something to be said about Buck's reaction to hearing that Eddie and Tommy clicked because he's like... 'Yeah I know #exactly what that's like because (when I stopped being dumb) you and I clicked' #and considering Buck's brain I have to wonder if there's something there in the way he thinks Eddie processes his own relationships #as in: the key to having a good solid bestfriendship is clicking with someone right off the bat #so in Buck's mind he is (for lack of a better word) relegated to JUST friendship because he thinks that's how it is in EDDIE'S mind #So of COURSE he's freaking out about Tommy moving in on his best friend because as far as he's concerned #being best friends with Eddie is just about having a natural connection #and not about like. What you actually offer him. Which is so shallow. Buck knows him deeper than that #but he's so blinded by his own irrational paranoia (and queer feelings which are scary when you are a baby gay!) #that he doesn't even realize what the fuck is going on in HIS head since he's so focused on what he THINKS is going on in Eddie's #Bless his sweet soul i need to kiss him so bad like buck you're so fucking dumb let's make out #anyways

[lemonlover1110]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 15] Ren The Cat

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“Satoru, can we talk?” Shoko exits the bathroom, and she luckily bumps into Satoru. Satoru shakes his head, his eyes falling on you as you run out of the place. He’s about to run after you, but Shoko stops him. Her hand goes to his forearm.

“What the fuck are you doing? Why the hell is she running off?” Satoru sounds irritated, and Shoko knows that if she lets go, he’ll stop you. He’s about to push her away, and she knows that he’s much stronger.

“Let her go. It’s an emergency.” She says, and he furrows his brows. An emergency? Like what?

“Someone better be in the hospital.” Satoru responds, and this wave of guilt hits Shoko. For too many of her actions, the biggest of all is her hiding his son from him. She shouldn’t care, it’s none of her business.

“Satoru…” Her heartbeat races, and she’s about to stop herself from talking. She shouldn’t, it’s not her place. But you’re not speaking up ever, and Satoru deserves to know about the existence of his son. “She’s going to see Ren at the hospital.”

“The cat? Why the fuck–” Satoru begins but he’s cut off. The next words that leave her mouth, leave him dumbfounded.

“Ren isn’t a cat. Ren is her son.” Shoko blurts out. Satoru feels his blood boil at the mere thought of you being with someone else. He’s confused though, why would you hide the fact that you have a kid? Shoko tries to read his emotions, but she can’t. It’s hard.

“Who’s the father?” Satoru asks, wondering if it’s someone he knows. It doesn’t click in his head quite that second. Shoko gives him a moment to think about it, but it doesn’t occur in his head. Shoko has to tell him,

“I don’t think you get it… Why would she not tell you that she has a son?” Shoko feels like she’s dumbing it down. Satoru isn’t an idiot, but a million thoughts run through his head. He shrugs. “Ren is her son. Your son. She’s leaving because you have a son together, and he’s in the hospital.”

“You’re lying. She would tell me. She wouldn’t keep that from me.” Satoru answers, and Shoko lets go of him. He goes chasing after you, but you’re gone. He’ll just stop by every hospital nearby, until he finds you. He’ll remember the name– Either Ren has your last name, or his. He’ll ask about either name.

“Satoru…” You stand up from your chair, and you watch as tears well up in his eyes as he takes in the scene. Shoko wasn’t lying– Ren doesn’t have his last name, but one swift look at the kid and he realizes that is his son. That’s his spitting image.

You stare at each other, frozen in time. Your heart feels as if it’s in your throat, and your mind chases a thousand miles per hour as you think of what you’ll say next. What can you say? You weren’t exactly preparing yourself for this moment, you thought this would never happen. How fucking stupid.

While Satoru feels betrayed. Utterly hurt. He’s always thought the best of you; you were damn near the perfect woman. Yet you’ve betrayed him in the worst possible way. You hid his own flesh and blood from him… For what?

But Satoru isn’t going to argue, not when a little boy that he just met is in pain, and the kid is calling him daddy. Satoru rushes to Ren’s side, pressing a kiss on his forehead. Satoru isn’t quite sure what to say, what do you say to your son? A kid that’s probably almost five, a kid you just met? 

“He has appendicitis, he has surgery in the morning.” You inform him. Should you tell him to go back to his event? And deprive Satoru and Ren from this sweet moment? You have no option but to sit back down and watch the scene unfold.

“I’ll be by your side, buddy. Everything’s gonna be okay.” Satoru’s finger pushes Ren’s hair out of his face. Satoru takes in the little details of his son’s face. Ren has your nose, but apart from that, he looks just like Satoru. Tears stream down Satoru’s face, and his voice breaks, in disbelief that this is happening, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier, Ren. Your daddy is here now.”

You feel nauseous, tears streaming down your face as you watch them. Guilt for the last couple months that you’ve kept him hidden when Satoru was right in front of you. But you didn’t. You could’ve defied Mrs. Gojo’s orders, but you selfishly didn’t. You watch as Satoru kisses his son’s forehead again.

If he could, Satoru would hug Ren so tight that he’d nearly leave the boy breathless. But he can’t. He’ll do it next week though, when Ren is better. 

The sweet moment is interrupted by his ringing phone, and Satoru takes it out. His mother calls, and he’s about to pick up since he has this news; she’s a grandmother. For a moment he stares at the phone, and he realizes something. You’ve mentioned Ren the cat before and his mother knew. His mother fucking knew. That’s why you’re working with her, because his mother knows that she has a grandson.

He declines the call, instead he focuses on his son. Grabbing his tiny hand, and taking note of every crevice. He always swore that when he had a baby, he’d look at every finger and toe individually, and he’d count them over and over again. He can’t believe he missed that.

There’s a smile on Ren’s face as he looks at his father, finally meeting the man that he’s been waiting for. 

“Granny!” Ren shouts when his grandmother comes to sight. Your mother, who happily walks in with food but drops the bag when she sees him. Satoru looks back at your mother, and it’s like she’s just seen a ghost. Satoru walks over to her, and wraps his arms around your mother.

She isn’t sure what to do as Satoru hugs her. This isn’t the same little kid that would come running to her after an injury, the man that hugs her is the father of her grandson. A man that’s left many unattended wounds in her daughter. Satoru pulls away, and goes back to his son.

Your mother looks at you, watching as you silently cry. It seems as if more tears stream down your face when Satoru asks, “So how old are you, buddy? Sorry for not knowing.”

Ren puts up four fingers, excitedly replying, “Four!”

“Nice to see he isn’t in pain anymore.” Your mother comments. Your hand holds onto Ren’s, and you rest your head on the empty space of the mattress again, listening to your son and his father talk.

Ren is taken in the morning, and Satoru assures him that he’ll be there right after surgery. Neither of you slept a wink last night, and you hope that while you wait you can sleep for an hour or so. You doubt you will though since you have a lot to talk about. So much to talk about. 

When you’re left alone, you sit in silence for a minute. Both of you gather your thoughts. Until Satoru finally clears his throat, “So you faced me everyday like that? Like you weren’t hiding anything. You were planning on keeping quiet about my son.”

“I tried to tell you when I was pregnant.” You answer, and you take a deep breath. That’s not good enough. Not now, not when you’ve been seeing each other daily. “And then… Mrs. Gojo didn’t want me to tell you.”

“And why the hell did you listen to her?” Satoru slowly begins to see red. His own mother did this to him. He has no trouble believing you, it does seem like something his mother would do. “You had no problem looking me in the eye while hiding him.”

“She gave me an opportunity that would make my life easier, I would obviously listen to her.” You respond. “You started over with someone else, I feel like I’d ruin everything if I’d come out of nowhere with a child.”

“You don’t have to lie to me. You don’t care about that, do you? You’re just scared I’ll take Ren from you.” He says, and maybe Satoru remembers how you are. 

“I struggled with him for so long, the last thing I need is for you to take him from me. You have no right to take him from me. I don’t care if you can financially support him better than me, he’s my son.” You get defensive, and Satoru’s hand goes over your own to reassure you. He squeezes it, feeling tears well up in his eyes again. He hates that this is how you think of him. It’s not unwarranted.

“And I won’t take him from you, but at the very least I deserved to know. I deserved to know I have a son.” He’s clearly upset, and his emotions reflect in his voice with every word that leaves his lips. “Do you know how hurt I am? You hid my own flesh and blood from me, you know better than anyone how badly I wanted to be a father.”

“I wanted to tell you, Satoru. I tried to tell you. But then I realized you had other priorities, and I understood that I didn’t need you by our side. And I’m sorry that it happened like this, but you’re partially at fault for the outcome.” You answer, standing up from your seat. You need a breath of fresh air and a shower. You begin to walk towards the door, and it opens before your hand goes to the doorknob. You’d be terrified of her at any other time, but not now. You take a deep breath,

“Mrs. Gojo… Your son is here to speak with you.”

#[changes] #gojo saturo #satoru gojo #gojou satoru x you #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo #gojo angst #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo fanfic

[honkytonk-hangman]

Teachers' Pet – Drabble

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: You need to come up with a lesson plan to teach your eighth graders about aerodynamics, only, you barely understand a word of it yourself. Luckily for you, your boyfriend has a pretty decent knowledge of the subject.

Warnings: None? references to being naked, jake being whipped and in lov with his gf mostly <3 a very poor understanding of aerodynamics from the author sorry lmao i know pew pew not flew flew

Notes: sorry this is just a rando drabble that came about today. its not the bigger Jake fic im working on, that's still coming soon. really like the idea of jake's girl teaching him not to sass her

Masterlist

For the first time all evening, you let out an almost feral sound of frustration, and push back your chair, so you can rest your head against the cool surface of your desk.

A few meters away, sat on the couch, your boyfriend looks up from the college football game he’d recorded last week, his eyes meeting yours when you peek up at him. You can tell he’s trying his best not to raise an eyebrow, or even worse, smirk, and you remind yourself to reward him for what must be a herculean effort later.

You know over the course of the last two hours that he’d spied your increasingly confused and frustrated expressions, but he knew better than to step in with advice before you asked for it.

“Help me?” you ask weakly, before your brain clicks with exactly how much of an idiot you’d been for trying to figure this out on your own, when you had the perfect tutor right here all along. You sit up, and place your chin in your hand, smiling sweetly, pleadingly.

“Please,” you add for good measure, making sure to sound like you were just a little pathetic.

To your dismay, it isn't that hard.

Jake pauses his game without looking, and regards your expression and body language, a flash of lust passing through his eyes, but it sobers a moment later when he pushes himself to stand. He pads over to you at your computer desk, smoothly dragging one of the kitchen chairs noiselessly with him, and you sit to attention, quickly making room for him.

“I can understand all of these words individually, but put them in a sentence, and I’m­–” you let out another frustrated growl, and Jake leans forward to look at the webpage you’ve got pulled up, his brown dipping just as his eyes cut across to stare amusedly at you.

“Aerodynamics? I don’t remember learning about this in the eighth grade,” Jake drawls, and once again, you make a note to reward him for his lack of clear smugness later on.

“Jake, why are there three million different types of drag? What is stall? Why is my brain not working?!” you half whine and half grumble into the side of his arm as he pulls closer, to slide your notebook and pen towards himself. With his other hand, he pushes back with one finger on your forehead, before leaning in to press a kiss to it.

“Lemme explain the basics first, alright?” he asks, before beginning to sketch out a diagram. “As for your brain though, not sure there’s a fix there.”

You allow him the one snark, but sit up, and pay attention as he begins explaining the very, very basics of aerodynamics to you, patiently stopping and answering your (admittedly, probably really dumb sounding questions) and reexplaining things kindly when it’s clear you don’t understand.

You quickly begin to take notes of your own, jotting them down for the lesson plan you’d come up with later, finding yourself a little shocked at just how good Jake actually is at teaching this.

-

“So, basically, by getting your jet to X speed, its able to like, use three different types of drag? Which is good, because it lets you more efficiently use fuel?” you clarify, not missing the spark of joy that flickers through his eyes, and Jake smiles, nodding.

“Exactly.”

“And the glide range is like, the opposite… when you’re slowing?” you squint at him, unsure if that’s right, but he simply nods, leaning back in his chair and spinning your pen in his fingers.

“Basically. I don’t think you’ll need to go in depth on that one,” he says, not pulling his eyes away from you, even as you turn to look down at your pages upon pages of notes.

“We’re gonna be doing this for the next four weeks, I should just get you to come in,” you joke, glancing up at him and expecting to see him roll his eyes, but instead, you see a light bulb pop.

“I can, if you want?” he starts excited, but turns a little more bashful. You sit up straighter, hands wrapping around his own and squeezing.

“I’d have to clear it with the school, but the kids would love that!” you match his enthusiasm, knowing how much your students already idolised your boyfriend, who they hadn’t ever met. They just thought the fact he was a naval aviator was the coolest thing possible.

“I’ll try and clear it with Cyclone, see if I can get him to lend a few of the others, too,” Jake’s soft smile melts you, and you wonder if he knows how sweet and lovesick he looks. You think he probably might, because you only ever saw this expression when you were alone together. You lean in press a kiss to his neck, then his chin, listening to his low chuckle, before he lowers his face to let you kiss his lips.

“Thank you for helping me understand all this,” you murmur against his mouth, which curves into a smirk, but you’ll let him have this one.

“Something, something, do anything for an ‘A’?” he says, and you pull away, scrunching your nose in playful disgust.

“You ruined it, Jake,” you laugh, shaking your head and dodging his hands as you gather up your notes and place them in your purse for the morning.

When you turn back around, he’s right there, arms circling your waist.

“Reckon I can salvage it, though,” he grins, leaning down to kiss you again, longer and softer this time, his lips only barely pressed again your own until you whine in frustration. Jake pulls back, and you aren’t sure you’ll forgive him this time for the self-satisfied, Cheshire grin he wears.

“Alright darlin’, I know when I’m pushing it,” he rolls his eyes and you squeak in delight as he reaches down and folds you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his hips automatically.

“Promise I’ll only go a little further, gotta get naked first though, or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

#jake seresin #jake 'hangman' seresin #hangman #top gun: maverick #jake seresin x reader #jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #hangman x reader

[cyrusthedragon]

Gentleman

Teen And Up Audience

Let's talk about Simon Riley being a gentleman for you but not the way we usually think about gentlemen.

Relationship: Simon "Ghost" Riley / f!Reader

Tags: domestic fluff, no "Ghost", established relationship, married couple, playful bullying, newborn children, Simon Riley being BIG and SOFT (and bullied), husband material

Please, comment if you liked it, it means a lot to me!

Notes:

Reader is from a rich family, but still joined the military

Reader and Simon serve(d) together

Simon Riley without his mask

AO3

Stand up so you can sit down; take off your outer clothes; pull up a chair for you; kiss the back of your hand; do not raise voice at you; if you walk on the sidewalk, then stand by the road; make sure you feel comfortable when you go out; if you bend over to pick up something under the table, then cover the corner of the table with his hand; lay his head on your shoulder just because; make two cups of tea anyway; try to say when he feels uncomfortable (not just swallow it cuz he don't wanna bother you! mister it's-not-that-deep); talk with you when something is wrong; when you look good — say out loud that you look good; ask if you need some help and actually help you, massage your tired feet.

Yeah, he doesn't really know about the etiquette and other stuff, but he knows exactly how to cherish you, trying so hard to give you that normal life he knows you deserve, even though he's so dumb that he didn't really understand you do not need 'normal life', you're as battle-scarred as he is, you just need life with him. Civilian or not, you don't give a damn about it, maybe he didn't know how to use that god-awful melon spoon, but it's okay as long as he is happy, cuz the melon spoon never was so necessary. You just love watching him, so clumsy with small and delicate things, that you can't help but just stay silent and admire how he's trying to deal with that nappy for your tiny little newborn baby daughter, who literally can completely fit in two his palms.

He was big compared to normal guy, was huge compared to you, and now he's damn giant compared to your daughter.

"Fatherhood suits you," you said, looking at him from the threshold, and laughed when he literally shuddered. The man on purpose lowered his guard down, 'cause he felt himself safe with you. Both of you, now.

"The hell are you tolkin' about... Help me instead, I can't understand how this shit works.." grumpy, messy, baby powder on his cheek, brows furrowed. If Johnny saw him right now, he'd definitely shit his pants from how scary Simon looked at that poor nappy, like it, idk, killed his beloved puppy. But as how scary it was for everyone esle, as much it was funny for you; you couldn't resist your laugh coming out, trying to hide your face with your palm, when he looked at you as severely as physically possible.

And blushed.

"Shut up."

You smiled at him widely, coming closer: "I said nothing, baby." but that wasn't true. Technically, that wasn't a lie, too. You said a lot of things, but not with words. "You can't handle one diaper?"

"I didn't say I can't handle it, dammit," he groaned, focussing on swaddling the baby who couldn't stop giggling and twitching from side to side; you rested your elbow on his shoulder, and he theatrically sighed, looking at his daughter: "Rocket fuel in your veins..." and, stooping to kiss her on her belly, added: "Just like your mother."

"I don't get it, are you bullying her?" before he realized it, you pucked girl up. She giggled, sucking on her own petit fingers, moving her legs. "You're bullying my daughter, Simon?"

"Oh goodness, love..." he clicked, you cackled, holding baby closer and moving two steps away from him, "you wanna start a fight now?"

"I don't", but considering how you smiled and looked at your daughter's very pleased reaction, you obviously wanted this: "Do you?"

"I don't," he answered, "but if you're going to continue whatever you're doing, I'm-"

"You what?" and you moved the child in your arms accompanied by her contented laughter, so Simon could see it:

You sly thing.

He can't do with you anything when you're holding the baby.

"What, you swallowed your tongue, darling?" your footsteps were coming closer to the living room, and he followed at your heels, looking almost the same as on the military, about to scold one of his soldiers. "Love..." almost growled, making the baby laugh harder, clapping; the fluff on her head swayed when you moved left and right, skirting the furniture: "Love?" you repeated after him, looking directly into his eyes without a single blink, "Now I'm love?"

"You always were my love..."

"No, five seconds ago you were threatening me!" you smiled, moving your gaze to your daughter. "He was threatening your mama, sunshine, look at him!"

"No-o!" Simon exclaimed, holding out his hands to the little one, "Princess, don't listen to her! She's lying! She was bullying me!"

"Bullying you? How can I bully you? I'm a victim here!"

"You're not!"

"Of course I am, princess saw how you were telling me you're going to do something!-" laughter, quick steps, radio talking in the kitchen, child's giggle, Simon's sighs, and two grown-ass adults argument in which each of you tried to convince a three-month-old child which of you is really a victim.

Was that the life you were expecting from joining the military?

No.

That was the life that Simon Riley gave you without your request. He just was there, silently, very bad at any good feelings, not knowing what exactly to say or how to act in some situations, learning from you by just watching how you talked with everyone, and simply remembering small things. From small things about how to interact with people, who are not broken as fu-. Ahem. To small things about you, and one day he understood — you became his healing pill. Somehow, by doing literally nothing, only existing in the same universe as him, winking to him, talking to him — actually talking, not just having some nonsense chat about the weather or your job, but discussing with him, asking about his opinion, you became a person who was so damn comfortable to him, that he couldn't deny how he's attached to you anymore.

This man appeared in your life like a silent company, then your partner on missions, then your partner for life, then your husband, and then the father of your child.

And now you were testing his limits, 'cause you wanted so.

This girl in your hands — she was the third most precious woman in his life, after his mother and you, and you knew exactly what you were doing by teasing him, not letting him go closer to you, or take her from your hands.

"What? What? Wanna say you're not bullying me? Princess, look-"

"No, princess, don't. Look at your daddy, daddy loves you, daddy would never bully your mommy."

"Liar!"

And then once again: he sighs, you giggle, baby girl made her baby sound, and the three of you were whirled around the house, from room to room, until finally, he cornered you. Literally. You pressed yourself into the corner of the bedroom with your whole body, never stop smiling, but knowing for sure that this man would not leave it so easily. You blinked, he towered over you like a mountain, put his hand on the wall and you automatically bit your lower lip, chuckling: "Are we like... In some kind of third-rate young adult drama?"

"Give her to me. Now."

A hoarse, hot, deep voice sounded right in front of you. His blue eyes into yours, and you had to tilt your head to keep eye contact, but it was completely worth it.

"Or what?" you whispered; the little one's eye's shifted from you to her father, from him to you again, Simon leaned over to you, and before this whole situation started to get too spicy, you quickly gave him the child and came out from under his quite skillful confident kabe-don. Ah, but you remember times when he was too shy to kiss you... "You can have her," you said, looking innocent, watching him trying to handle girl as delicate as possible, hissing at your actions as if scolding because you simply cannot treat such tiny, fragile creatures like that.

You can break her!

He.

Scolding you.

For not being gentle.

He.

Holding her so, so gently, carefully, holding her head straight, because she didn't know how to do it yet, frowning at you, you, an irresponsible woman!

This behemoth of a man with such a little girl in his hands.

"She's already daddy's girl, isn't she?" You murmured. Simon put her on the changing pad, you followed him. "Try again," you said, when he took the open diaper.

He sucked air deep into his lungs and began to swaddle this little giggly monster.

Action after action, extreme care, total concentration, as if he was defusing a bomb, unblinking stare until the last details, and only when girl was laying there, completely swaddled, with a pacifier in her mouth, he exhaled, closing his eyes.

"Holy f-..."

"Good job! It was that hard, baby?" You chuckled, stroking his back, when he turned to you, hugging your waist softly. "No," he whispered, breathing in your scent, mixed with perfume and the smell of a hair conditioner, "I was trying not to hurt her. She's so tiny..."

Oh, that man drove you crazy.

The level of happiness in your blood exceeded all permissible norms, you pressed into him, cheek on his cheek for a second, and kissed his cheekbone, smiling like a fool.

Or it was just him?

Big protective fool, so scared to hurt his little daughter...

You love him like this: in your arms, mumbling about how afraid he is that one day he'll do something to her, due to miscalculated strength. You weren't afraid. You knew he simply won't let it happen.

"You wouldn't." You answered, gently running your fingers through his short blonde hair, "Wanna know why?"

Simon looked into your eyes, moving away a little, so you could see him properly: "Why?"

You smiled: "Because she's our daughter," and before he let himself relax, you added, grinning nastily: "If you'll ever try to hurt her, she'll kick your ass, like it's a fucking football, darling."

Well.

Maybe... Just maybe... Maybe he wasn't a liar...

Maybe you truly enjoyed bullying him, so he can "get angry" and finally shut you up with the most delicious kiss in the world.

Simon's lips pressed to yours, your hands over his hot red cheeks, because someone's still too easy to tease, his hands around your waist, just to be sure you're not going anywhere, your eyes closed so you can remember every moment, every note of his taste. And the softness, but the conference of his movements.

Simon Riley was the best example of the word "self-control".

You never saw an another man with such power over himself that he can hold the most fragile teacup tightly and not break it.

And he was afraid?

He?

Oh, you were planning to live a life beside him and for once and for all make him see how amazing he really was.

Yes, he doesn't have some fancy private university diploma, maybe he's not a philosophy Ph.D., but, god forgive me, was he less incredible because of it? Not even a little.

He doesn't know about a melon spoon, he doesn't really like all these luxurious restaurants, he can tell nothing about Gucci house, then fuck it, fuck it all, fuck the etiquette, fuck high table manners, fuck meticulous elegance, prim ideality — the way Simon kissed you, keep you close, the way he looked at you with his eyes go wild, the way he was sucking your scent, burying his face in your neck, after holding your common child, as if both of you were priceless treasures from the depths of the sea.

Squeezing you, carefully touching her chubby pink cheek with a pad of his finger, and slowly, lightly kissing the back of your hand, pressing her close while rocking.

Yeah, he wasn't a gentleman.

He didn't have a fantastic talent for anything, couldn't distinguish Manet from Monet, and mathematics wasn't one of his strengths.

But he had his stubbornness, willpower, desire, and love for work.

Simon Riley was a hard-worker.

And that's exactly what you love in him.

"We should..." you swallowed, licking your lower lip after that disastrous kiss he gave you, "We should go on a date..."

"Why so?" just his hoarse voice made you snuggle into him, hugging his neck so tightly, as if you wanted to kill him with your own hands — that's how much you loved him. But you did nothing.

Just breathing heavily, feeling him lift you by your hips, seating you on the windowsill in your bedroom. "Because," you murmured, smacking him on the lips, "I want you to eat molecular crap in your only black suit, and grumble that this berry foam is not a real food."

And when you laughed, already hearing his old man's grumbling, his huge hands grabbed your waist again, squeezing tightly, as if purposely ignoring your mouth-watering sides.

You told Simon last morning that even though it's been three months since you gave birth, your pelvis still hurts sometimes —

Oh.

What a gentle man he was...

Haha.

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[steves-strapcollection]

Can I braid your hair? For Wip!!

Thank you so much for the ask! Also special thanks to @stobinesque @patchworkgargoyle @thefreakandthehair @vecnuthy @starryeyedjanai @steddieas-shegoes and @legitcookie for your asks!!

This fic is now posted!!! I didn't wanna deal with it in the morning especially since it's good to go.

But here, a snippet!

Steve found out back when Eddie had just barely woken up from his coma and was so high on pain medications, it was doubtful he really registered that he had company, let alone what he was saying to them. It made for some really funny moments that had Steve wishing he had some way to record them.

Then one day, Steve had been helping Wayne while he practiced redressing Eddie’s healing injuries. Mostly, Steve’s job was to keep Eddie sitting up and make sure his hands stayed put and didn’t get in his uncle’s way. When the bandages were pulled away from the the stitched-together skin of his midriff, Eddie looked down with an exaggerated grimace.

“What the fuck, I lost three tattoos and a nipple?” Eddie whined, like he always did when the bandages came off. Steve usually just snorted and listened to his complaints, but there was something extra to Eddie’s tone that he didn’t like.

“I mean, yeah, but you’re gonna have sick scars, dude,” Steve said with a winning smile when Eddie lifted his pout to look at him. Winking, Steve added, “Chicks dig scars, the whole bad boy look. Seriously, trust me.”

“If you say so,” Eddie sighed, still pouting dejectedly and Steve frowned. Then Eddie said, “Don’t really care what girls like, though.”

At the time, Steve didn’t really register the way Wayne had fumbled the roll of medical tape, too caught up in getting Eddie to smile again. “Of course, you don’t,” Steve teased, winking at Eddie.

Eddie giggled. “Stop that, why are you winking? You look dumb,” he laughed, and Steve felt like he won something. Still smiling, his dimples out in full force, Eddie leaned closer to his face and asked, “What about dudes, though?”

The hospital room went very quiet as Wayne sucked in a sharp breath. Steve just blinked at Eddie, their eyes locked while he processed the question slowly. “What?” he asked dumbly after a few moments.

“I think that’s enough of this conversation—” Wayne started to say.

“I said!” Eddie interjected loudly, glaring almost childishly at his uncle before his attention returned to Steve. “What about dudes? Men? Boys? What do they think of scars?”

It was a bit embarrassing how long it still took for the dots to connect for Steve, but once they did, he blushed and glanced at Wayne nervously. The man was watching Steve with that hawkish stare of his and Steve had to look away. He could still feel Wayne’s stare burning holes into the side of his head and God he just hoped this wasn’t the first Wayne was hearing about this, too.

“Y-yeah, dudes dig scars, too,” he finally stammered out, meeting Eddie’s gaze once again. Eddie was squinting at him almost suspiciously, so Steve added a quiet, “A lot.”

Eddie’s expression split back into his goofy grin and Steve’s stomach did a little somersault. “What about you, big boy?” he pushed, his tone strange as if he had attempted to purr or something. If the moment wasn’t so whatever this was, Steve would’ve laughed.

“What about me?” Steve asked stupidly. He knew exactly what Eddie was asking.

With the biggest eyeroll, Eddie asked, “Do you like scars, Stevie?”

That was the question of the century, at least it was for Steve because the moment it left Eddie’s mouth, three things immediately clicked into place in Steve’s head.

The first being that yes, Steve was absolutely into scars. He didn’t have much experience really seeing scars on anyone else other than himself, but he still knew. The second was that he knew he was going to like Eddie’s scars, a part of him liking that some of their scars would match even. And third, there was a part of him that was hungry, possessive even, at the thought of Eddie with scars, especially Eddie with scars that matched his.

“Y-yeah, Eds, I like scars,” he managed to say, but he was nearly bowled over at the intensity of Eddie’s grin when it widened even further.

“Do you think they’re sexy?” Eddie asked, and Wayne sucked his teeth.

“Boys—”

“Yeah, I do,” Steve answered, taking a page from Eddie’s book and tried to ignore Wayne. It was a little hard to do when the man was packing up the gauze and medical tape quickly.

Eddie’s grin shifted into a smirk as he leaned so close to Steve’s face. “How sexy—?”

A surprisingly big and strong hand fell heavily on Steve’s shoulder, startling him.

“Alright, boys, that’s quite enough,” Wayne said sternly, and Eddie just laid back on the bed and giggled loudly up at the ceiling. Steve’s stomach had felt squeamish, especially when Wayne’s eyes met his with something fierce and angry in them. “Harrington, a word outside. Now.”

#wip wedneseekend #wip weekend

[lemony-snickers]

hi lemony it's been a while 🥰

for the kiss prompt, can i have #15 for kakashi x angry/jealous fem!reader

It had been a long time since you'd felt so annoyed with Kakashi. Sure, he could be brusque at times, especially after a difficult mission, and that could get under your skin. But you knew it was a defense mechanism, a personality trait cultivated from years of harsh reality as a shinobi of the Leaf.

So your annoyance rarely flared so hot, so vivid as it did now, even when he was sullen and petulant as a child.

Because now, you knew Kakashi Hatake was playing dumb deliberately just to get under your skin, and it was really starting to piss you off.

Perhaps Kakashi was just oblivious, but he must have realized the vendor from your brief sojourn to the Festival had been flirting with him, right?

You closed your eyes against the memory of her delicate fingers dancing along the sleeve of his yukata--the yukata you had purchased for him and practically begged him to wear before he agreed not to attend in his jonin uniform.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," Kakashi said when you pointed it out to him after. But the mischievous glint in his visible eye told you he had known exactly what you were talking about. It also told you you'd made a mistake in drawing attention to it, because it likely had sparked the events of the rest of the evening.

When you made it to the next booth and the same thing happened. And then at the next, too. Eventually, you paid closer attention to Kakashi than the person manning the stall.

He was flirting with them. All of them. Right in front of you.

If it were anyone else, you'd be enraged, but with Kakashi you knew there was no malice in his actions. It was just a game, one you'd set in motion by showing him the first small glimmer of jealousy when you asked about it the first time.

It had never bothered you before. You'd watched Kakashi flirt with targets on missions, and with servers to get a discount on his bill. It was all innocent, you trusted him. Knew you were the one he was going to come home to, no matter what. Sometimes you even found it sort of amusing, how flustered he could make others. You weren't like that. He couldn't fluster you.

Except for tonight, apparently. Because tonight, for whatever reason, your patience was not long enough. You stewed in your irritation, watching Kakashi flirt with an endless stream of admirers until you finally announced that you were leaving early and would meet him at home.

Of course, Kakashi followed close on your heels, needling you all the while, finding your response apparently endlessly entertaining.

What's wrong, I thought you were enjoying the Festival?

Is something bothering you?

Oh there's that nice woman from earlier, I think I'll just go stop and say goodbye...

"Shut up!" you cried, heart hammering as the two of you finally stepped into your apartment and the door clicked closed. You'd ignored his teasing the whole way home, but now you were officially done. "I don't know what your game is, but I don't find it very amusing."

"Are you insinuating that I am being purposely annoying?" Kakashi asked as he pulled his mask down, revealing the teasing smile you knew already lurked beneath.

You stared at Kakashi, nostrils flaring as you dared him to say another word.

"Is there something you'd like to say?" he asked, enjoying himself far too much.

"No."

He smirked and your rage welled up inside you, making you fearless. Strong.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something you were absolutely certain would be not only asinine, but infuriatingly at your expense, you reached forward, grasped the front of his yukata and yanked him toward you, smashing your mouth against his so you could swallow whatever he'd been trying to say.

The kiss was vicious; teeth, mostly, with only enough tongue to tip the scales toward kiss from bite.

You felt the vibrato of Kakashi's laugh beneath your clenched fist and growled, shoving him back with another forceful jut of your chin. You clamped down on his lower lip, relishing the dark growl it drew from him when you just barely broke the supple skin.

You let your lips curl in a wicked grin as you released his lips and pulled away, your hand still gripping his outfit, twisting it so the pull would remain in the fabric once you let him go.

A reminder of the only person who was allowed so close to him.

Kakashi stared at you with a feral look in his eyes, the corners of his mouth turning slightly upward. He swiped his thumb over his lip, collecting the few drops of blood there and then licked them away. You released his shirt, but rather than taking a step back, Kakashi stepped forward, leering down at you as you regained your breath.

"Now look what you've done," he said a little too quietly, "I've lost my train of thought."

You smirked up at him. "You should have shut up like I asked," you said, unprepared for one of Kakashi's arms to hook around the small of your back and drag you into him with so much force you needed his body to steady you unless you wanted to go sprawling on the floor.

His breath was hot against your ear when he leaned down and kissed the hinge of your jaw and then whispered, "You're going to have to do much better than that if you want to keep me quiet."

Now that was a challenge you were more than happy to take on.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #fem!reader #tw biting #sharingangirl #15 is “kissing to shut them up!” #lemony scribbles #friday flash fic fest #thank you so much for sending this one in i hope you like it! <3

[denim-devil]

jealous eddie😊❤️‍🔥

Reminder | E.M

Pairings — Eddie Munson x Male reader

Eddie can’t quite help himself, he couldn’t let you get away with it so he uses his vacant home for his needs, forcing you to do the same…

Warnings - Jealous!Eddie, Dom!Eddie/Sub!Male reader, wall sex, Anal, P in A, Doggy style, Nicknames such as “whore” “Angel” “slut” “baby boy”, I- skdkfjdkf

A/N - Idk what this is- but enjoy Eddie being jealous af skdkfjfjf.

Eddie wasn’t one to be overly possessive, but something about the school’s mean boy Jason grasping your arm…he couldn’t let it go, he didn’t want to.

The trailer had been vacant almost all week with Eddie’s uncle gone, but you both often returned when you wanted to fuck the living day lights out of each other.

Tonight was no different, although Eddie had some other motive, You swat at him, scowling as his grip tightens around your numb arm. Swallowing thickly you look up at the slightly older male, his long brown locks matted, his eyebrows furrowed, he looked angry…why?

You stumble through the dimly light caravan, Eddie dragging you along even against your will until you reached his room. Swiftly, he pushes you in giving him enough space to slot in beside you, twisting the lock which left you escape-less.

“E-Eds stop what’s gotten into you-“ your cut off by his lips connecting with your own harshly. His hands desperately searching your body, seeking leverage on your hips to hold you against his front.

Something was up, he’s been acting strange since you and Jason exchanged timetables so you were more focused on the project you both were assigned to, being study partners and all…something clicked.

You kissed back, your lips now moving in-sync with his own, matching the eagerness he ran with. As soon as you dared to pull away, Eddie’s hands shifted, travelling up to bury in your hair tugging on it.

You groan at the slight sting he created with his fingers, the metal of his rings digging into your scalp spurring you on, in this very moment you could feel heat travel up your neck, slowly leaking onto your face, a deep shade of red overtaking your normal tone.

“What’s gotten into me? Don’t play dumb baby boy, you know exactly what’s gotten into me” he articulated, his hands running through your hair forcing you to look him in the eyes, or what was left of the colour, they both seemed to of faded into a dull blackness…nothing but lust sat behind them.

“Oh really…I do…do I?” You smirked playfully pushing Eddie to tug harshly at your hair, even if you were trying to act subtle it really wasn’t working on him, infact, it what pushes him to take the lead. His hands grasp at your waist, twisting your body so you were laid flat against wall.

Now faced with nothing but mini rock posters on his wall, you lick at your lips when his hands begin unzipping you’re trousers, pushing them down easily until they pooled around your ankles, leaving you stark naked. He hovered over you as if to intimidate you but really, it was Eddie Munson, the King of D&D, he wasn’t scary at all, but sometimes…just like today, you weren’t sure what direction he was going to go in.

“You know better then that…you little slut, letting Jason touch you up like that-“ he whispered low in your ear, his words echoed around your mind a little before you came to a conclusion, all of this because of Jason? You giggled but you should really know better then to mess around when he was already riled up.

“Maybe you’ve forgotten…but your mine, got it?” Eddie spat with pure venom, Jason made his blood boil and to see him touch you, to see you allowing such thing, he had to show you just who exactly you belonged to, even over a mere touch.

Eddie’s ring covered fingers make quick work of his zipper and belt, pushing down the dark denim jeans just low enough for his full-mast cock to bounce upwards, standing at attention. You could feel it’s presence slot between your thighs once Eddie pushed his full weight onto your back, his lips attacking your neck.

Eddie was desperate to get inside of, he would be lying if he didn’t say fucking you silly was his favourite activity, every single time you feel into submission, feel into this role that had Eddie in total control and sometimes he needed that, to own you, to be in total control.

Your hands scrunch themselves in his brown locks, holding his open mouth to your neck, breathless moans travelling around the room, filling your ears just enough to make you join in.

Sinking his teeth into your supple skin made you flinch but for the most part had you wanting more. The tip of his cock sat damply underneath the cleft of your balls, prodding the sack as he rutted, using your thighs to get himself off.

“Your so- fuck, so needy for me Angel, he could never make you feel this good” you blush at his words, agreeing with him. It was the truth, nobody but Eddie could make you feel things especially like this, it’s like you had a dedicated switch, assigned to him, only he had the power to flick it on and off.

Your tongue was littered with his name, it’s all that seemed to leak out of your mouth unwarranted, under short little breaths, your thighs weren’t doing him justice, he needed to feel your warmth, and of course he still needed to teach that lesson, but with each coming minute it seemed to be forgettable.

His rings dug into your waist as he pushed the head past your entrance. You grasp at the arm securing you against him, fingers digging into his skin at the growing burn…he was just to damn big.

“Fuck- Ed’s please stop- it hurts” your voice resembled broken sobs, tears threatening your eyelids, ready to spill if he continued, which he did, watching your face twist with pain as he kept pushing, another inch sinking inside.

“It’s okay, I promise it’ll feel good baby boy” he ushered against your cheek, warm breathe fanning against your now damp skin, even that had you feeling suffocated, all of this because of Jason?

He kept pushing further until it he bottomed out, the stretch creating a new burn, something a tad more pleasurable, it was almost suffocating, you were about to pass out.

“Look at that…” Eddie pulled away from your arched figure to get a good look at your behind. He almost crumbled, his eyes focusing on the sight before him. His hips nestled into your ass, the base of his cock snug against your slightly gaped hole.

This was somewhat a reminder, that your hole belonged to him, that his cock was the only thing that could fuck you into next week, that Jason could never, ever be or make you feel this good and that in itself had you already pawing at his hips.

“Sh sh sh…” pulling out agonisingly slow, he watches the veins and ridges slip past the tight ring of muscle until he fully pulls out with an audible pop, something straight out of a fucking porno.

He slaps his length on each cheek, watching the skin ripple with a sultry smirk before aiming the bulbous tip at your hole, gliding in once more. He snaps forwards brutally landing a blow which pushes your body into the cold wall, a high-pitch whimper an indicator of pain.

Settling inside of you, Eddie’s calloused hands snake up your back until they wrap around your shoulders as some sort of leverage, this helping him keep you in place. The metal of his rings were a stark contrast with the sweatiness of his palms, they almost were cold, if it weren’t for your increasing warmth.

“Gonna keep quiet for me? Or are you gonna let the whole park hear just how fucking slutty you are?”

His words stuck with you, like bread n butter, your brain melting as he pulled backwards, slamming his hips into your ass once again, a loud slap-like sound drawing a sharp breath from your distorted figure.

You blubber like a whore as he set up a brutal pace, he was testing your limits, you could tell by his ragged breaths and sloppy thrusts, the way his balls freely hammered into your ass, this was no means a game, you were learning it the hard way, this all derived from Eddie’s jealousy and something about that had you craving more, just how far could he go?

#male reader #x male reader #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #smut #dom!eddie cause I’m dumb for him #like- #yall help me-

[moodymisty]

I love your writing so much! Can you do some headcanons on how the bad batch would react when the reader, their new medic, is actually a girl but they never new because she always wore her armor and helmet all the time? Maybe they walk in on her changing or when she’s getting out of the shower

Authors note: I'm so glad you like my stuff! And ask and ye shall receive, I hope it's what you wanted

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader, Tech/Fem!Reader, Echo/Fem!Reader, Wrecker/Fem!Reader, Crosshair/Fem!Reader

✦ Tech ✦

Tech ends up accidently stumbling in on you when you're finished taking a quick shower and putting your body glove back on, towel still partly around you. He instantly becomes the embodiment of 'frozen in time'.

He wants to walk away but, would that be rude? But it's rude to stare; Should he apologize or just pretend he saw nothing?

It's a good few seconds of silence before he awkwardly coughs and apologizes, and shuffles out of there like his feet were on fire.

But now he has a moral dilemma; You had clearly kept the armor on around them for a reason, but this isn't something exactly he can forget now.

He has trouble forgetting anything honestly, but it certainly doesn't help that on first impression he thought you were quite attractive, and he can barely keep his head on straight now.

Help this man, he's having like three different moral dilemmas at once.

✦ Hunter ✦

Hunter knew right away; The differences in scent between male and female are too obvious for someone like him not to instantly notice.

However it didn't really register, until he saw you buckling on your armor in the far back of the Marauder out of sight.

It was the first real moment of him seeing there's a woman under there, and not another clone. Which to him was such a dumb thing to think but at the same time it just didn't, click.

But now that it has Hunter finds himself second guessing himself when he speaks to you. He's obviously confident in your ability, it's just that he doesn't want to seem like an ass.

He's just not... used to being around pretty ladies.

✦ Wrecker ✦

For Wrecker, this is the shock of a lifetime for about a three days at most. You'd been in the middle of taking your armor off to shower when he'd barged in just demanding to show you something he found, and in the heat of the moment forgot you were in here to do something private. It didn't help that you'd forgotten to lock the door, and so he barges right in, only to see you in the process of taking off your underwear.

His face quickly goes hot and he shuffles out of there, before realizing what he'd just seen. Had he missed a memo?

Because last he'd checked, no one else had told him their medic was actually a cute lady.

The next day is a little awkward because bless him he doesn't know how to act, but things end up quickly going back to just how they were.

Wrecker's the king of just rolling with it, so he's a blessing, in all honesty.

✦ Crosshair ✦

Crosshair is the one who’s most likely to say something stupid, before trying to backtrack. The man can't really help but be snarky, even when he probably shouldn't because you’re still soaking wet from your shower.

It's a bit of a shield because now his mind is whirlpooling over the fact that the medic that's been so close to them, treating their wounds and working with them is apparently some beautiful woman and he was never disclosed-

Most of the others will try and drop it or forget, but Crosshair is the one who will bring it up every now and again, trying to get a rise out of you. He'll stop if you really demand him, but if you don’t mind; Expect a few snarky jokes every now and again when you get on each other's nerves.

Which not only isn't hard to do, but is also very fun for you.

✦ Echo ✦

Echo has always tried to be respectable to the few women he’s met, so when he spots you trying to change into a new body glove in private, he quickly ducks outta there, then realizes just who has had such a detailed look at his body, more so than anyone else.

Of course it’s you; Because Echo has the worst and best luck out of any clone.

He admittedly is a little bit more awkward now for a short while after, because he's not really sure how to be.

It's just; How is he supposed to watch someone working on his cybernetics so close to his body, knowing what you look like?

He gets over it, and never serves to be anything less than respectful, but he can't help if his face gets a little hot sometimes.

#mywriting #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #hunter x reader #tech x reader #crosshair x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #reader insert #reader

[dejwrites]

DEBT, CHAPTER 13

➣ warnings: yakuza boss!toji fushiguro x black coded reader, mentions of sex, mentions of sex work, profanity, gang violence, yakuza au, baby!megumi, drug mentioned, alcohol usage, drug usage, stripping, naoya being naoya, oc x reader, toji fushiguro x reader, naoya zenin x reader

➣ chapter summary: toji's deal with keigo turns sour while the mystery of naoya's whereabouts are finally solved.

➣ tags: @maydayaisha @eiflawriting @ihateliyah @ceeriusly-dumb @galaxness @stephanythedramaqueen @littlemochi @todo7roki @whatdidhesayyyy @protectpancakes @hellavile @dazaisfavgf @etaerealboy @tojiswhore1 @bbgiirrl @aasouthteranoswife @caribbeanwifey19 @lilith412426

[ masterlist + previous + ao3 + click here to see how asahi looks ]

TOJI FUSHIGURO DIDN’T TRUST ASAHI AT ALL. Maybe the fact that Asahi had relations with Y/N left a nasty taste in his mouth. How could someone like him even have the opportunity to be with her? The two of them are opposites of each other. Naoya would have been the better fit for this drug task, considering that those two had similar qualities. However, Toji was sitting in complete silence next to Asahi in the back of Asahi’s personal driver's car. Toji should have had Gojo or one of them follow behind him, but this meetup was last minute. When he had spoken with Asahi earlier—he didn’t sound like his usual self. Toji had to be alert; this could be a setup.

No, Asahi wouldn’t hurt him. Especially when Asahi knew that would cause Y/N to dislike him. 

“Are you going to tell me where the hell we’re going? I don’t particularly trust you to be alone with you and your men.” Toji spoke out as his eyes glanced out the window. “Plus, you should be at the port—we do have a shipment coming through.” 

“You know, Toji. I knew I should have backed out of this deal when that Russian fucker wouldn’t tell me what drugs we would be handling.” Asahi sighed as he locked his cell phone. “I have handled drugs for years now and prefer to know what I’m handling so it’ll be easier to transport. If it’s cocaine, you can disguise it in flour or baby formula packaging. Pills, fake vitamin packaging, and so on. But he won’t tell me what it is.” 

“And you find that strange?” Toji asked. “How exactly did you even come upon this deal?” 

“Councilman, plus like Keigo said—the closest port near you is in my district. So, it wouldn’t make sense to give this deal to anybody else but me. You’ll be surprised how crooked a lot of politicians are.” Asahi adds.

“Y/N mentioned you were working with him because you need help finding your sister,” Toji says. “I wouldn’t want to be in debt with someone wrapped in politics—cause push comes to shove, they’ll backstab you first.” 

Asahi chuckles at his statement. “Don’t underestimate me, Fushiguro. Unlike you, I don’t follow some moral code; I’m a part of a yakuza, and people in the yakuza do bad things.” He sits back in his seat. “But, when it comes to what goods we got at the port—I crossed the line at this shit, and I came to you because, for some reason, I feel like you’re the only one I can trust. I don’t even trust councilman Hong and his annoying son with this situation.” 

“When the hell did the shipment come in, and you’re just telling me about it?” Toji asked. 

“The shipment came early. I don’t think Keigo knows that. Listen only my men, me, and now you know about this.” Asahi sighs. “I feel like Keigo was trying to set us up or something.” 

The car stopped, and Toji didn’t say much as he followed Asahi out of the car. The scent of salt water lingers up Toji’s nostrils as the two men walk silently towards the dock where their shipment goes through. As the two approached a guy leaning against one of the shipping containers—he immediately stood up straight, seeing Asahi and Toji approach them.

“Asahi, they’re pretty shaken up. I tried talking to them, but they just stayed silent.” The dark-haired male spoke out.

“I figured, who knows how long they've been in there. Did you contact the people I asked you to contact?” Asahi asked.

“Yes, Jackson said he’s getting your other vacant property ready, and I already contacted Inei for help in case any of them need medical attention.” Daisuke promptly answered.

Them.

“What the fuck is going on, Asahi?” Toji asked.

Asahi motioned for Daisuke to open the container, and as the moon shone down on the trio—Toji’s eyes lit up in horror at seeing what he was seeing. He was expecting to see drugs, lots of them. But instead, he only saw girls and women. He was positive he saw someone as young as ten. Asahi took a step forward and glanced at him, “The goods in question are women. Fuckin’ women. I draw the line at this, Fushiguro, because I know for a fact my sister went through this.” Asahi’s fingers comb through his hair.

Toji’s fist clenched at the sight he was seeing. The thing is, the container was open—these women and girls could just run. But they didn’t; they sat in fear, looking at the three men as if they were going to hurt them. Toji let out a sigh before speaking, “Don’t let your emotions get the best of you—we have to get out of here before security comes patrolling the area.” Toji said.

It was time for Toji to equip the right leadership role that was given to him. Although this leadership role included doing things like torturing and possibly causing people to disappear—he didn’t need Asahi to do anything out of emotion. “Get your shit together, Asahi. If we want to figure out why Keigo wanted us to be fucking sex traffickers—I need you to not think with your emotions.” Toji explained. 

His finger points to Daisuke, “See if you can get some men immediately to drive some trucks. Preferably ones with tinted windows. Send half to Asahi's location and half to the location I have.” Toji explains.

He had another property somewhere else other than his house. He could see if Shoko could handle anything medical—he would have to pay her a hefty price. But he was okay with that. 

“Asahi, I’m the last person you want to be stuck in this situation with. But it looks like we have to lean on each other to handle this situation.” Toji glanced at Asahi, who inhaled sharply and exhaled.

“You’re right, but when the time comes—I want to be the one to put three holes in Keigo’s head like a bowling ball.” Asahi adds. 

“He’s all yours, but first, we focus on ensuring they’re safe. They have already been through horrible shit—let’s make sure they’re safe first.” Toji assured, and for once, he didn’t receive some snarky comment from Asahi. Instead, he watched the young man step forward towards the shed. 

He could hear him speaking French, maybe seeing if one of the girls knew French and was willing to talk to him. Toji sighed as he pulled out his phone to call Geto. He figured he was probably the only one up at this time. “Suguru, I need a favor.” 

“What’s up? I just got done collecting dues from some people and was about to head out for drinks with Satoru.” He said.

“Great, I need both of you to stop at my other property for me. See if you can get others to meet you there to patrol the area—set it up for refuge. Buy some hot food, drinking water, blankets, towels, and anything at this point. I’ll explain to you and the others when I get there in about an hour. I have to contact Shoko to see if she can help out.” 

He could sense Geto’s silence on the other end. Toji knew Geto wanted to ask a question, but he instead just agreed to do what he was asked and ended the call. Toji soon called Shoko; when he heard her voice, he knew she was still at the hospital.

“If you got yourself stabbed again, I taught Satoru—” Toji cut off Shoko’s words.

“No, it’s not for me. I’ll explain when I see everyone, but I really need you. Like urgently.” Toji said with desperation on his tongue. 

He could hear her saying something to a nurse before speaking once again, “I have to check up on some of my patients, and I can help. Just send the address.” She immediately says. 

“Thank you, Shoko, I knew I could count on you.” Toji lips form a sly grin.

“I’ll let you know—Naoya?” Shoko questioned on the other end of the phone.

“Naoya? He’s there?” Toji asked.

“Uh, Toji. I’ll be there to help you after this. Naoya just got rolled in, and it looks bad. I have to go.” 

Before Toji could get more information, he was met with the dial tone. He saw trucks pulling up, and just as he asked—each of them had tinted windows. If he remembered, when he saw the women in the shipping container—he counted maybe about fifteen of them. He felt Asahi standing next to him. “Did any of them start talking?” 

“Yes, one speaks Japanese. She said the person in charge of this whole damn thing calls himself Death.” He sighed. He leaned forward, mimicking the kanji that represents Death on the door of the shipping container. It was the same thing the young woman he talked to traced on the shipping container floor. “So, Keigo isn’t working alone. He has a boss above him.” 

“We have to figure out who this Death person is. It was as if they purposely set us to do this deal to get us caught up in some crazy shit with the cops.” Toji watched as some of Asahi’s men helped the women in the trucks that pulled up. 

“Where the hell do we start with that? I don’t think it’s fair to question these girls immediately on what they know—they’ve seen and been through enough.” Asahi admits as he walks side by side near Toji. 

“I agree; we must ensure they’re safe and healthy first. They need to be comfortable with us because, in their mind, they think we’re about to fuckin’ sell them.” Toji adds. He pulls his phone out, texting an address to Asahi. “You can tell one of your guys to send half to this location. It’s a long drive from here, but when they arrive, some of my guys will be there to help them. They can stay there until whenever,” He ensures. “I have to go to the hospital for something.” 

Just as Toji was about to leave, Asahi stopped him with his words. “You’re not as bad as I expected, Fushiguro.” He admits as he shoves his hands in his slacks. “You know, I tried to hate you because you have something I want—but now I see why the streets have so much respect for you. My driver can take you to the hospital now.” with that, the long-haired male turned on his feet to meet with his right-hand man. 

Toji let out a drastic sigh before he walked in the opposite direction towards the car he came in. The driver quickly opened the door for him before eventually going to the driver's side. Toji politely asked him to drive him to the hospital. His phone rings, and he sees Nanami’s name pop up. When he answered it, he knew that word had traveled on the sudden tasks Toji had assigned to some of his men. 

“Suguru, let me know what was going on. Anything you want me to do?” Nanami asked.

“No.” Toji firmly said.

Nanami was supposed to be collecting money from people, but Nanami had told Toji that Fahari hadn’t been feeling too well. Immediately, Toji gave the task to Geto. Toji’s been there with Megumi’s mom, the morning sickness, fatigue, body tenderness, and just wanting to lay in bed. He didn’t need Nanami to do this when he should be caring for his fiance. “We’ll handle this. For now, your job is to be the good-ass fiance that you are.” Toji said. “Understood?” He adds. 

There was silence on the other end of the phone before he finally gained a response. 

“Yes, keep me posted,” Nanami answered before hanging up. 

The drive to the hospital wasn’t that long, considering that Toji asked the driver if he could get him there as quickly as possible. Toji and Naoya had their arguments. They had their fights and bickers. However, he was still family and seeing family hurt lit something inside Toji. When he felt the car pull up to the hospital, he thanked the driver before exiting the vehicle. 

Toji wasn’t the biggest fan of hospitals. He hated the scent of it because no matter the circumstances of why he was here—it brought back memories of Megumi’s mom dying. He walked into the hospital, and it seemed to be busier than ever. He approached the desk to ask about Naoya, but when his eyes saw Y/N—his eyebrows raised in curiosity. Her head was buried in this book, and he could tell she was anxious. She must have seen Naoya when the EMTs rolled him into the hospital. But why was she here? 

“Y/N.” Toji firmly said, and when she glanced up and saw Toji, she practically leaped in his arms to embrace him. 

It shocked the older gentleman as he wrapped his arms around her. He noticed that she wasn’t in the clothes she had left to go to work in. “What are you doing here?” He pulled away from her hug and stared down at her.

“I was at work training this girl, and she fell. She swore she was ready to get on the main stage just for her to fall and sprain her ankle,” Y/N explained. “Then, as I was waiting, I saw Naoya. It was so much blood. As they were rolling him by me, this dropped.” She held up the book. 

“That looks like the book you took during the first task I assigned you.” Toji said as he took the seat next to you.

“That’s what I was thinking. I remember you telling me about it being filled with drug connections and such. So I was going through it and looking at the names I saw,” Y/N flips through the pages and shows Toji. “This explains you and Asahi’s deal, right? Keigo’s name is on this page.” Y/N explained. “I originally thought this was Keigo’s book. But it wouldn’t make sense why Naoya would have it.” 

Toji remembered the deal with Keigo. Toji still wanted Keigo’s head for even disrespecting him to think that he would ever stoop low to involve himself in sex trafficking. He wondered if his father knew about this. 

“I just found it odd, you know?” Y/N says. “If you guys are doing drug transportation, it would have the type of drugs you are transporting similar to these pages.” She flips the pages to show Toji other pages. “But you guys' page only has names….” Her voice trails off.

Toji stood up and grabbed hold of Y/N’s hand, dragging her to somewhere private. He looked at her before talking, “I trust you to tell you this, but Asahi and I think Keigo tried to set us up.” Toji explained. 

Y/N had paused for a second. She finally connected the dots between what she saw in the notebook and what Toji was alluding to. She took a couple of steps back from Toji for her back to be met with the hospital wall. “So the shipment you guys got today were women?” She questioned in disbelief. 

“Yeah. Keigo doesn't know that they came a day early. They’re safe right now, but I can’t promise for how long. He’s going to know that we didn’t give these girls to whoever brought them.” Toji answered firmly. “But, he has a boss. He answers to someone; we just don’t know who.” 

“Death? Is that his name? Or, well, what they call them?” Y/N questioned. 

“How would you know that?” Toji asked. 

“Because he or she signs every page in the book.” Y/N shoved the book into Toji’s hand. “What if we have a copy of this Death person's whole playbook? From sex trafficking to drugs. I even saw a fuckin’ page about an auction.” 

“We stole a copy of the book weeks ago; having multiple copies of your moves doesn't make sense.” Toji said. “It’s a rookie move, so I’m going to assume that this person has to be young.” 

Y/N nibbled on her lower lip, trying to figure out where to put Asahi and Toji in the situation. You don’t just assign two men with no experience or connections with sex trafficking into a sex trafficking deal. “Who notified you about this deal?” 

“My father was persistent on me doing it instead of Naoya.” Toji pointed out. 

“Do you think your father would set you up?” Y/N's eyes met with Toji’s in search of something.

“He wouldn’t. I know I upset him by deciding to start my branch—but he wouldn’t. Plus, considering his age, I doubt he has time to do all this.” Toji explained. “Then where do Asahi come in, hm? My father wants to set him up too?” Toji asked; his tone was defensive. 

Y/N grew silent for a second before admitting defeat on her theory. “It’s just some thoughts, and I don’t think we should rule him out so quickly. You’ve spoken to me about the disdain your family has against you; it’s not very far-fetched. You’re getting defensive over it, so I’ll drop it.” Y/N adds. 

Y/N walked by Toji, “I’m going to go check on my co-worker; you don’t have to wait for me to go home. I want to make sure she gets home first,” and just like that, she left Toji alone with his thoughts. 

As he walked back to the waiting area, he saw Shoko and approached her. His hand gripped the book imprinted with Naoya’s blood and filled with deadly moves planned by some wicked person. “How bad is it?” He asked.

“He’s going to survive. Whoever tortured him must hate him and wanted him dead..” Shoko motioned for Toji to walk with him. “He was dropped in front of the hospital. I asked the security guard if they could show me the security footage. We managed to get a license plate.” She pulled out a folder with pictures that were printed out. 

“It was as if they tortured him to send a message,” Shoko added as she looked at Toji. “But I think Naoya found something out he wasn’t supposed to. Do you know what he was doing before he went missing?” 

“He went to his charity ball with Y/N. After that, we haven’t heard much from him. We just assumed he was out being his reckless self.” Toji responded.

“He’s stable right now, but I want him to get some rest for a day or two. Then you can ask him any questions, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind telling you.” 

Just as Toji was about to say something, they both saw a man approach the front desk. Toji noticed how well the man dressed. His suit was tailored to perfection. His black hair was combed and cut as if he had just stepped off a fashion magazine. The smile on his face was sinister—but Toji couldn’t quite put a name to this stranger’s face. Considering the two huge-looking bodyguards by his side, he had to be someone important. 

“I’m looking for Naoya Zenin. I’ve heard he was sent here and badly hurt.” 

“Holy shit,” Shoko whispered as she nudged Toji’s side. “You know that councilman that was on the news this morning? That’s his son.” 

Toji's jaw clenched in anger. His piercing green eyes eyed the man up and down as he went through so many emotions. This was the man Y/N was going to get sold to by her shitty father. Toji took a couple of steps forward and cleared his throat to gain the man’s attention.

“What do you want with my cousin? He never ever mentioned you before.” Toji stared at him, the scar that decorated the corner of his lips twitched in annoyance. 

“We’re friends.” The councilman's son said. He extended his hand for Toji to shake. “Kazan Hong.” 

Toji stared at Kazan’s hand in disgust. His lips parted to question him again, but one of the nurses approached Shoko and shocked everyone.

“What do you mean Naoya Zenin is missing?” Shoko asked the nurse. 

Toji didn’t take his eyes off Kazan. He noticed how his facial expression changed at the hearing that Naoya was missing. Toji had a hitch that this was the man that had Naoya the whole time, he just was here to finish the deed. 

He had to find Naoya in this hospital before they did. 

#toji fushiguro x black reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro fic #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #anime fanfic #anime x reader #toji x reader #toji fanfic

[gayboyasher]

YOU ASK FOR GHIACCIO YOU GET GHIACCIO (my gay ass was summoned by your post) caaaan I ask for Ghiaccio with a male reader who was like his. Gay awakening. Like I don't think Ghiaccio's ever been like "I'm straight. End of story." But I think being attracted to a dude would still catch him offguard? Hope this is good

THANK YOU

Thank you oh my GODDD. Honestly Ghiaccio drives me NUTS I NEED HIM. I Hope I interpret it  right.

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Honestly, everyone at the base just kinda KNEW Ghiaccio was somewhere on the homo-scale. No one knew what though. They had only seen him with a few women, all who only dated him for a few weeks and couldn’t handle him

He jokes that maybe he’ll look another man’s way, but it doesn’t seem like he will he’s too scared

But actually, he doesn’t really understand when a guys flirting with him unlike a women. He only understands Melone’s flirting because it’s Melone, but another guy flirting with him? — YOU flirting with him?? He gets awkward and flustered, and he gets frustrated and just goes as red as his glasses.

He will shove you away awkwardly and storm off. Don’t take it personally though.

He’s having a whole sexuality crisis. He doesn’t know what exactly is going on, because yea, he can appreciate a man, but you’re making him REALLY appreciate a man.

He doesn’t really know what to do with his feelings at the moment. He feels awkward

He’s not really good at talking about them either, so to be safe he just stops talking to you for a while

He’s angry, but not at you. He will be avoiding you for weeks though.

He also doesn’t know where to turn. He can’t talk to Melone about it, because it’s self explanatory, and the only other person he trusts is Rissotto, but he’s not gonna talk to his CAPO about this!!

Maybe let it slip out in front of Prosciutto, only because he’s actually an okay advice giver.

Prosciutto just told him to date you, and he lost his mind. Literally went bat shit banana monkey crazy.

After all of the avoidance you two were put on a mission together to “make up” because Rissotto cannot have conflict in between his gang members. So reluctantly and happily he has to be with you (Prosciutto recommended Rissotto to do this, he will take credit for everything)

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Awkward silence and tired screeching was all that could be heard at the current moment. Ghiaccio was quiet and driving his car faster than usual, almost as if he just wanted to get it all over with. Eventually, he slammed on his breaks, flinging you forward slightly. You clutched onto your seatbelt, looking at him. “What’s wrong? You just almost blew a red light and now your slamming on your damn breaks like a maniac!” He turned to you, sucking his teeth and looking annoyed.

“Haven’t you realized something?? You’re just throwing me off and it’s pissing me off!” He yelled, slamming on the gas and going once the light turned green. His face was a tad bit un-readable, but his body language was clear as day. He seemed a bit on-edge, not knowing what to say. You spoke up again “what are you talking a—“ “The damn flirting! The way you look at me, the way you act! Everything! You’ve got me questioning myself! I don’t get it!” He then turned down a street so fast you guys almost drifted off of the road. He then pulled over, slamming his hands onto the wheel. You sat there awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

“I know I never said I was, straight, but now you’re making me think I’m actually gay.” That sentence actually didn’t make sense. The smart guy, the literal grammar police, just said something dumb? “What?” You asked, he started to talk more. “Like, as in, I was questioning for a while, I mean, I think you turned me gay.” Huh. Was that meant to be a compliment? Or was it backhanded? “Being gay isn’t contag—“ “I know! I know! But like, just recently I’ve been looking at you more than like, any women, or anyone.” Then it clicked for both you and him. This mf just had a gay awakening. Poor boy had his first guy crush and didn’t even know what he was doing. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Almost crashed the car and killed us for?” You asked. He stayed silent. Then you started to talk it out with him.

After the conversation, you guys had to rush and get the mission done, and safe to say, you guys returned to the base “reluctantly” holding hands because a stand user attack, and that you guys “would totally not hold hands if you had a choice” in Ghiaccio’s words. (There was no stand attack; he just lied to hold your hand with out being awkward about it in front of everyone) (everyone, and I mean EVERYONE knew he was lying)

#ghiaccio #ghiaccio x reader #jjba x male reader #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader #la squadra #jjba part 5 #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #male reader #masc reader #Ghiaccio x Male Reader #we need more Ghiaccio x male reader #gay awakening

[ironborealis]

So this post appeared on my feed because I was dumb and said I was interested in things tagged "Severus Snape" because I forget how things work sometimes.

I gave them a long response but I think it's a banger so I've cleaned it up to share.

To preface, I'll say that I was still in school when the books were starting to come out, and so I was in school during the period the books are set. I wasn't in the UK and can't speak to specifics there, but my own.

Your question feels really disingenuous when you tag it #james potter supremacy but I am a fool and going to answer you honestly anyway.

I liked Snape the moment it was revealed in the first book that he wasn't the villain -- because it showed him as someone who gave no fucks about how others saw him. I had been violently bullied for years at that point, but was told that I needed to stop letting it hurt me or to stop acting in ways to invite the abuse. All I internalized was that it was my fault and I needed to change myself so that they'd like me. So meeting a character who just stopped giving a fuck about other people's opinions was fascinating.

The text doesn't, I think, intend for you to read Snape's behavior as incredibly abusive. A lot of his behavior to the students wouldn't have been seen as abnormal when I was in school. Unkind but within tolerance. He was a prick and the assumption with teachers like that was that A) don't take it personally B) If you can't do A then stay off their radar and count the minutes until class is over. I'm hoping that the sudden uproar about how abusive Snape is now is a sign that school culture has changed. Because you're right, it's awful, and shouldn't happen. But that's now, and not then. Then it was acceptable if not exactly encouraged behavior.

For me, Snape's teaching style would have been within normal limits and at least it wasn't false advertising. I saw popular "kind" teachers bully disabled students, throw coffee mugs, and choke slam 9 year olds. Those teachers were never punished. I preferred the hard asses who didn't pretend, but would restrain themselves to only demoralizing you with words. They never went half so far as those much beloved teachers. These were in schools that had long banned corporal punishment by teachers, by the way.

Plus, Snape's bullying is written in such a way that is so over the top and dramatic it's hard for me to believe that there's any real intent as he never follows through with most of his threats. He's amusing himself, which is fucked up, yes, but so is his situation being forced to teach children (a job he hates) by daylight and fighting a war as a spy by moonlight (a job he also hates).

When book 5 revealed his own history of being bullied the kinship I felt for him just kinda clicked. Game knew game, even if I didn't know it then.

What impressed me about Snape is that he made a terrible decision of joining the DE, he knows it, he regrets it, and most importantly he does something about it. He sabotages them and when he can't do that he tries to reduce harm as much as possible.

He joins a side lead by people who are responsible for his own traumas, who are unrepentant about their roles in it but still expect him to get over it. Snape isn't interested in pretending everything is fine with his allies when everything isn't fine and that's such a challenging and brave stance to take.

Because if I were in his shoes, my first instinct would be to swallow all my anger and stuff it in well inside me and pretend it doesn't exist so that I could be seen as agreeable and the bigger person. I know I'm not alone in that. However, that instinct has caused me so much damage that I will spend the rest of my life fighting that instinct tooth and nail.m, because what it means is that you are minimizing yourself and your safety in order to make other people comfortable.

Snape might have the right idea (but poor execution) when it comes to some people, but he falters when it comes to Lily. I was so disappointed with the reveal that Lily was his primary motivation, even if it's grown on me. He's so damned loyal to someone who wasn't even a great friend to him by the end. Lily smiles before she intercedes in SWM, which to me signaled that the whole scene was just a way for James to pull Lily's metaphorical pigtail (Snape) in their courtship and if I were the pigtail I'd be pissed too. It doesn't justify but it adds context for why he might want to hurt her then.

And Snape spends the rest of his life regretting his moments of weakness and giving his life to prevent Voldemort from winning, for a friend who failed him pretty spectacularly.

Most people don't do that -- they regret and then they try to get on with their lives. They don't want to talk about it. We're STILL finding guards from WWII concentration camps hiding out in suburbs after all. Snape doesn't choose that and that's brave as hell.

Snape's "redemption" is a hot debate, but I don't know that redemption is even his goal. He's just trying to do what's right. If he were really searching for redemption then certainly I think he'd have sought a more friendly relationship with Harry, if only on the side.

Which brings me back to how can you claim "James Potter Supremacy" when he's only seen in SWM, where he's a cruel bully to someone minding their own business (SWM takes place after the Shack per canon), and we only have the testimony of Sirius and Remus, a decade after his death, to say that he "got better" -- which meant not publicly tormenting Snape, but doing it in private. We never get to see this better version of James.

Sirius and Remus are highly motivated to put James in the best light possible to his orphaned son, which is natural, but it doesn't make it gospel truth. I think he may have become a better person with time, because that typically happens, and certainly he had the capacity for great kindness (befriending Remus) which makes his decisions to be so cruel even more painful. But he died and we never get to see any of him in canon except him being a complete asshole.

So why would you question how people can like Snape when there is so much more canonical evidence that Snape was a good person with serious faults than there is for James being anything other than a school bully who died young?

#severus snape #pro snape #professor severus snape #pro severus snape #The irony of All the Young Dudes written by #David Bowie #A perennial outsider to that point #Who's gender non-conformity was threatening to the establishment #Becoming so strongly associated with a set of characters who are emblematic OF the establishment #To the point that the Google tells me about the BOOK (their word) before the song #When the FANFIC demonizes the canonically gender nonconforming character. #Awful #flames on the side of my face #i don't want to live on this planet anymore

[leonsbunny]

Red and The Wolf

( Re1!Chris Redfield x gn!reader || haunted house fun!! ♡ getting lost with a werewolf || warning: cussing but for comedic effect )

[ requested by @maccaronimassacre ]

“Don't worry, I'll protect you! Don't worry your head- like ever because I'll scare all those zombies away! I promise!” Your friends' words taunt you mentally as you try to navigate around the library with only half a map. Your friend, of course, tore off the other half in panic as you both struggled to grab it, in the frenzy you're left (quite literally) in the dark Spencer Mansion library, using the shelves to guide you along its maze-like paths. That and the faint moon light in the barred up windows let in. Really helped with the ambiance. “Protect me, my ass! That bitch left me when the zombies came swarming in-” your tone of voice gets louder, despite being in a library as you spoke. Talking like someone was really there, beside you. The Mansion really was getting to you now, huh? 

There was, in fact, someone right there beside you. ( More like behind you). And for someone as tall as him, he was really good at sneaking around. 

“That bitch said he'd protect me from fake zombies! Fake fucking friend!” you shout out to the darkness around you, and from that darkness a chuckle rumbles from it. 

You thought you were alone. 

Hearing the sound makes you run deeper into the library like a scared deer in headlights, how fitting once you hear what sounds like a howling noise behind you. Sounded like a werewolf.

The noise only makes you run faster, through a door, pass a weird looking bust sculpture hanging onto a wall until you're left cornered without anywhere to go. 

Loud, heavy footsteps get closer to your hiding spot in an obvious spot. You weren't that good at hiding when you were scared, the werewolf thought, snickering behind his mask. 

The figure towers above your own curled up, with you behind a desk. A dumb spot to hide, really but what else could you do? Fight a werewolf?

The werewolf fumbles with something in his pocket, sounded analog but you couldn't exactly tell what it was. 

Then, you hear a click. 

The wolfish sounds stop. 

“You're not supposed to be in here, you know that?” A voice says, followed by the sound of a switch flipping on. The room fills with light, as your eyes adjust to the light, you realize you're in a storage room. And in front of you was a man, in a werewolf costume. 

“Are you lost? You seem lost.” He says, not letting you talk as he helps you up. “Also that hiding spot isn't really good in a haunted house.” He comments, chuckling slightly at how confused you look. “Wait…where am I?” You ask, blinking confusedly at him. 

“A storage room, Red.” He says, giving you a nickname and yet he didn't know your name. Calling you red based off of the red jacket you were wearing. How fitting. Red riding hood and the big bad wolf. 

“I have a name, you know.” You say back, dusting off your jacket. Hiding underneath a desk didn't do well for your back. 

“What's your name then, Red?” He asks back, playfully. 

After you tell him your name, you learn that his name was Chris. You also learnt that after he took off his werewolf mask that he was surprisingly cute. 

Chris leads you through a labyrinth of secret passageways throughout the haunted house, it seemed like he knew the place like the back of his hand. 

Coincidentally, he doesn't notice that he's holding onto your hand. Yet you notice a lot. Not that you minded- of course. He holds your hand because he “doesn't want you to get lost” he says, which was true. Getting lost was surprisingly much scarier than the Spencer Mansion itself. 

“Some friends you have, huh?” He comments, after you explain your situation to him. “You're lucky I found you before Wesker did- he'd be pissed that someone got into the storage room without his permission.” He chuckles, holding you close as you both squeeze through a tight hallway. You tense up against Chris, trying not to make this any more awkward than it already was. 

“Sorry, (Y/N). We're almost out of here. Don't worry you'll get your freedom at last.” He promises you with a smile as you inch closer to the exit. You're both finally able to breathe again when you both leave that hallway that most likely wasn't OSHA approved. You didn't want to dwell on that. You didn't think you'd find yourself in this situation either. Being saved by a werewolf in a haunted house. 

After going through another labyrinth of hallways and passageways you're finally outside, the cold air outside was a stark contrast to how it was inside the Mansion. Without words, you sit down on a stone bench near the entrance. 

Chris sits next to you, patting your shoulder reassuringly. “You made it out alive, good job.” He says, in an encouraging tone. "Thanks.." You sigh tiredly and lean against his shoulder. Today was a long night, but at least you made it out alive.

#꒰͡ ♡ chris redfield ♡ ͡꒱ㅤ #₍˄ . .˄*₎◞ 🐾 request!! 🗯 #chris redfield x you #chris redfield x reader #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader #‧ ₊ ﹒ ୨ ♰ ୧ ﹒ ₊ ‧

[ashes-writing]

free fallin | stranger things ; b.hargrove

A/N ;  When I tell you I have got to stop watching movies like A walk to Remember, I mean this. This kinda came from watching bits of it earlier when I was flipping through tv. So I wrote it out and like.. this is really all I have to it. I dunno how to feel about it either, but.. I've been sitting on it in drafts for a while, so I read back over it earlier and decided what the hell.. for shits and giggles why not post it?

Reader is kind of introverted/good girl type. Very much Billy's opposite. This is gonna go really good or this is going to go really bad. Idk. Like I said, all I have to this is truly all I have. Like.. if you wanna see more lmk I guess?

-Ashes

Pairing ; Billy Hargrove x Good!Girl!Innocent reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; part II can be found by clicking...Set in S2 about a month after his arrival if I had to guess. As per the other Stranger Things stuff I've writ so far, the Upside Down, it's monsters and all the deaths and stuff that happened on the series do not exist here. This is mere slice of life stuff.

Tag List ; @allelitesmut @aries-arcade @heyaitsklaudia @hcloangcls  @krys-orion @musichealsscars @scoobiessnacks are the only ones currently on my taglist. If you’d like to be on my taglist for anything I write, including Stranger Things [ here ] add yourself there.

Warnings ; Billy Hargrove is the warning. Lots of sexual tension, eventual filth probs, enemies to lovers (ish,adjacent), bickering as a form of flirting.. Mentions of Neil being a shitty father at some points.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || - send me things.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

You’re scanning the list of students who signed up to be tutored and as soon as you see his name at the top of it next to your own, you rub the bridge of your nose and you grumble quietly to yourself because he seems to pop up everywhere you are lately.

And if he weren’t the antithesis of your type entirely, -and you were one of the more popular and confident girls at Hawkins High, you might find it flattering. But he is and you’re not, so this only begs to question.

What the hell does Billy Hargrove want from you, exactly? You’re not dumb, you know his reputation. You know his type like the back of your hand and you’re dead set against it. 

But you can’t stop him from signing up for tutoring and as crazy as half the other girls doing this are about him, you’re at least halfway sure that one of them will happily take him off your hands.

Because despite all your claims, despite him being the antithesis of your type entirely… There’s something about him that has you searching the halls and the cafeteria, looking for him. There’s this little chill that creeps through you whenever he slips up on you in the hallway unprovoked and mutters “Hey darlin.” against the shell of your ear with a chuckle when you jump and turn to glare at him in irritation. There’s that flutter in your stomach when you hear him getting loud and fucking angry with some guy in the parking lot for whatever reason.

And you don’t like it, not one little bit. Not at all.

No sooner than you decide to start asking around to see if anybody has room to take him on and tutor, he spots you in the crowded hallway and blue eyes dance with amusement. You fold your arms over your chest and tilt your head a little. You attempt to give him an eye roll but his stupid fucking blue eyes suck you right in and you’re staring.

“Unbefuckinlievable.” you grumble to yourself in frustration. Billy starts to make his way over to you and you brace yourself in anticipation, reciting your mantra when it comes to him as of late like it’s an ancient prayer of protection. 

Only prayers don’t work on hell spawn demons guys like him and hearts like yours, do they?

He’s stopped in front of you and like usual, he helps himself to entirely too much of your personal space. He nods to the board, chuckling. And he’s so goddamn smug.

“Did you see?” he asks calmly. Baby blues locked on you, filled to the brim with mischief. 

It’s almost as if he lives to torment you in one way or another. Lately, he doesn’t even have to be physically present to do this, he does just fine with it when he pops up in your dream every single fucking night. And holy hell, are these dreams ever vivid. Almost hyper-realistic.

You’ve woken up breathless with your favorite shirt around your neck instead of on your body and sweating like you’ve run a damn marathon so many times lately that you’re starting to lose count. And going to sleep are viewed with excitement and annoyance in equal measure because try as you might, you cannot stop yourself from conjuring him up in your dreams at night.

“Mhm.” you answer calmly. “You realize that you’re expected to learn and participate, right? This isn’t something you sign up for to get somebody else to do your homework so you have more time to get laid or play sports or whatever…” your hand settles on your hip.

Billy bites his lip and rolls his eyes. “Yeah,yeah. Got it.”

“But do you, though?” you ask in a quieter tone.

“Look, the coach and Neil are on my ass. So… this is my only alternative.”

“I’ll ask Mer if she can take you. You’ll love her.”

“I don’t want Mer.” he reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you back, closer to him. Dangerously close. Close enough that you can smell the cigarettes, cologne and peppermint gum and like clockwork, your tummy does that stupid little thing where it betrays you entirely, right along with your libido, and it flips as you can feel yourself getting just a little too wet. You swallow hard and glance down at the way his hand’s engulfed your wrist and back up at him. “Okay, well.. Felicia then?”

“I don’t want Felicia.” Billy insists calmly. “I want you.”

When he says it, your breath catches. It feels like you’ve just had the wind completely knocked out of you and you’re shocked silent. Too silent to protest, which seems to make him smirk a little.

“So you’ll do it… Right?” only when he asks, it’s not exactly a question so much as he’s telling you. And those stupid big blue eyes are fixed on you, burning a hole through you and you grumble. You shift your feet around and rub at your temple. “Trial run. If you annoy me, I’m finding you another tutor because this won’t work for you if we can’t at least get along a little. That’s fair, right?” you ask, biting your lip.

Billy’s eyes are locked on your mouth and there goes that stupid tummy flutter of betrayal as he stares at you biting your lip just a little too intently. Then his gaze flits down. And he sees that you’ve been toying with the sleeve of your favorite cardigan for the entire conversation and his heart’s fluttering just a little too much, he doesn’t like it, he feels like he’s spiralling out of control, so he has to take back the balance of power. He leans into you real close and rough lips brush the shell of your ear as he muses with a laugh, “Do I really make you that nervous, darlin? What do y’ think I am, huh? The big bad wolf?”

You can only gulp. And try to bite back the stupid whimper. Your brain and mouth decide that this is not a time for them to work together so you don’t look like he has every bit the effect on you that you know he does so you can keep the upper hand and maintain just a little control over the situation. You want the floor to swallow you whole. Billy pulls away and before you can stop it, you’re pouting because you miss the warmth and his cologne and rough lips against your skin.

Everything you’re not supposed to be drawn to.

Because everyone keeps telling you he’s bad news. That he’s off limits. That even if you did want him, you can’t ever have him. That you're a good girl and he'll only ruin you somehow.

Billy’s frowning a little because stepping away from you was not something he really wanted to do and he really doesn’t enjoy sitting on that knowledge, not even a little. What he dislikes most about it is the way everyone, from your friends to his stepsister, they keep telling him you’re too good for him, he’ll only hurt you somehow and even if he did have you, it would only end badly.  His father tells him he’s weak because he caught Billy watching you at the diner where you work after school and his immediate reaction was to tell him girls were meant for one thing and one only and the sooner he fucking learns, the better off he’ll be later. It’s bitterness because Billy’s mother left, but Neil’s always been a shitty person and Billy doesn’t dare tell him that he deserves to be walked out on and if it weren’t for the kid underfoot now, he’d have gone his own way a while ago.

But the biggest scary thing about all of this is the fact that wanting you is not something that he can turn off or fuck out with someone else this time. This has never happened before and it’s driving him crazy. It leads to him trying to see just how many of your buttons he can push and how often because this gets him attention. And for the first time in his life, he wants your attention.

Annoyed with yourself and not eager to be late for Home Ec, you grab his hand in yours and take out a pen, scrawling your address onto his palm. “8:30. Not 9, not midnight. 8:30. Bring your books.” you tell him. And despite everything you keep drilling into your own head about him, there’s comfort in his hand in yours. It’s rough and warm, bigger than your hand. Sturdy.

If he weren’t the total antithesis of your type, he’d actually kind of be perfect for you. As soon as the thought crops up, you have to bolt. Hurry to class. Put as much distance between yourself and Billy Hargrove as you can get for the time being.

And as you sit in Home Ec, both excited, annoyed with yourself and slowly having an internal panic over your stupid decision to tutor Billy Hargrove after all, all you find yourself wondering is how quickly would this come around and bite you, right in the ass?

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x fem!reader #billy hargrove x innocent!good fem reader

[witchofthesouls]

Alright, a continuation of Bayverse Autobots dealing with a rogue human carrier due to the absolute fuckery (as in the noncon body modification and unethical human experimentation) from Sector Seven.

(Needless to say, Optimus makes a good impression. The rest of them? Not so much...)

You’re not exactly sure how to feel about your life at the moment. Just one major upheaval after another. It feels more from like a supernatural or superhero action movie with the subplot of a shadow government agency making people disappear Just Because insert-whatever-plot-revalent-reason-of-ultimate-power… 

In the end, there’s no secret order or great prophecy or hidden school with a twinkling headmaster too full of secrets and too much regrets. Just a human that managed to escape on sheer dumb luck that’s trying lay down low and not get caught.

The accelerated healing seems to either cure your terminal illness or keep it in check, but you’re no Deadpool. Jumping from one fourth-story window is one time too many, and not a thing you wish to repeat if it can be avoided.

Now your life is veering into another direction. A sci-fi one.

One with aliens.

Giant metal titans that can transform in vehicles and what not.

What not also includes the ability to project a physical avatar which is sitting across from you right now as you’re wolfing down the fourth Grand Slam plate. Leo Cullen, the alias, is still nursing his hot chocolate, the lumberjack slam barely touched; whereas Optimus, the real man… mecha, alien, is parked outside.

A boot taps your shoe, you look up to see him smile, dimpled and a bit crooked, as he pushes his plate forward and quickly switches it with your empty one.

You’ve gotten used to the constant low buzz at the back of your neck, but the sudden jolt that sears your spine is a different story.

You stop eating. Fork down and napkin up as you pay attention to the direction.

“Something wrong?”

“I think it’s an eyelash.” The lie comes easily. After all, you and him are both hiding in plain sight for similar reasons. “Hold on.”

The angle of the compact mirror catches a couple half-asleep at their table, and behind them, an older man with greying red hair with glasses. He’s staring at you and a flare lights your nerves on fire.

The table rattles as you push up, the smile feels like a grimace as you say you’re going to the toilet.

The restroom is single users and it suits your needs perfectly. In the reflection, a wan face stares back at you; still thin and sharp from the weight loss and stress still etched on your features. Recovery is an absolute bitch and being on the run gives it a caustic tongue.

Splashing water over your face does little to settle your newfound sparky nerves, and you’re finishing up when there’s a loud click of the door unlocking without your damn permission and it swings open to-

“There you are!” 

The face and body is different, softer with floral wear but the same greying red hair and glasses. You hold your breath and let the static build in your gut. There’s a distant thought that’s amazed by the aliens’ adaptiveness. To have different forms at a blink of an eye? What a skill to have…

They’re saying something but it doesn’t matter. All you need is for them to come closer. Closer.

Cold porcelain digs into your lower back as you wait for the door to finally settle, and finally-

You have no idea who’s more surprised when they disintegrate in an electric rain as you dig your hands into them. The gold chains and rings around your palms and fingers aren’t to just look pretty.

The dryer sputters in a slow death and soap dispenser sparks, drooling out all of its contents. Only the toilet and sink escaped due to the lack of sensors. Lucky them that you’re getting better at that trick. You once shorted out half a block -signs, posts, and even the cars, nothing was left unaffected- to escape in the dark streets.

It does leave you off-kilter: bodily disconnected, yet hyper-aware of all the running currents.

Leo’s outside the door, and you force your shaking, wet hands to smooth out the static in your hair, patting them dry with your clothes. (A small, distant part of yourself jokes about matching Leo’s greying side streaks should you ever return to your original hair.)

There’s concern on his face and he says something but you honestly want to go back to bed. Just sleep it off for awhile.

He pulls you close and hot air hits your wet face. Sun beating overhead and you drag your feet to disperse the extra charge, teeth hurting whenever a radio is changed.

Leo makes no comment when you kick up dust, but he hum in a strange singsong and unrecognizable tune that bleeds out the itch under your skin.

Besides the weirdly green ambulance in the far corner, there’s a hummer and a sports car nearby giving you the same sharp sense of jittery awareness. And unlike the ambulance who’s avatar you knocked out, those two weren’t muted and had their attention on you.

Static numbs your clenched fingers and your spine buzzes as you and Leo pass them. You're tense. Absolutely ready to bolt away, and if it wasn't for the arm around your shoulders and the calming presence exuded by Leo, you're pretty sure you would have taken your chances to run into traffic. 

The lizard part of your brain is still screaming to try: Don’t turn your back!

A bizarre sensation of cool water slides down your neck and you shiver as it spreads down your back, like a huge icy-hot pack and a massage as it rolls and digs into your muscles, unknotting them, playfully tapping each individual knobs of your spine. 

It’s enough to shove the overwhelming urge to run to back of your head. Enough to realize that you need to breathe and had a death grip on Leo’s clothes. Leather and flannel twisted in your hands, straining the materials even.

In a way, you’re operating on a cross between autopilot and hyperviligance. You know that the Leo/Optimus hybrid is physically guiding you back to him, but your entire focus is tracking the other not-cars. Too many, persists the lizard, what’s stopping them?

You’re suddenly back inside the cab, seatbelts curling and sliding back to its proper place. 

Your life is turning upside-down again, but all you do is stumble to the bed in the back. Too strung out by everything to speak. The mattress shifts and bury your face into the eerily smooth skin of a neck and inhale the mix of tires, metal, and fire. He pulls you over to rest right on top of him and you follow it, soaking his body heat and matching his slow rise of his chest.

Optimus hums, the pitch low, and you realize it’s his whole frame, not just the avatar, that’s gently vibrating in a strangely soothing noise that slowly eases away the harsh tension in your back and unclenches your belly, limbs relaxing as you cling to the other body and broad hands, warm and sure, are resting on your lower back, heat sinking into the sore muscles.

Hunger still nips at your senses, but it’s the exhaustion that drags you down.

The noise drowns out the sharp awareness that’s outside, and somewhere between the easy, slow strokes across your lower back and rocking motions of the drive, you fall asleep.

You’re vaguely aware you’re purring back.

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:: Congratulations, Prime, we have a feral carrier in our grasp now. ::

#transformers #transformers bayverse #bayverse #optimus prime #optimus #reader insert #pregnancy #bitlets #sparklings #ratchet #maccadam #My writing #Hey you don't know you're preggers #The Autobots do #This is not gonna be a fun conversation #At least they now understand how sector 7 couldn't nab you #All Primes have pregnancy kink #feral human carrier au

[therealestpodcast]

SPIRIT ARCHIVE: EPISODE ONE SEASON ONE; BLOCKBUSTER HORROR

"NOW WE ARE ONE IN EVERLASTING PEACE WE HOPE THAT YOU CHOKE, THAT YOU CHOKE" - EXIT MUSIC (FOR A FILM); RADIOHEAD

YOU ARE WATCHING EPISODE ONE

CLICK HERE FOR EPISODE TWO

CURRENTLY:

LOCATION: IN THE STUDIO

TIME: 7:30 PM

Jae: I'm Jae!

Ona: And I'm Ona!

Jae: And you’re watching The Spirit Archive.

Ona: The Spirit Archive?

Jae: …What?

Ona: The Spirit Archive???

Jae: What the fuck are you talking about now?

Ona: You added “The”.

Jae: Okay??

Ona: It's just Spirit Archive.

Jae: ……

Ona: ….

Jae: ANYWAYS!

Jae: Welcome to the very first episode, this is insane.

Ona: Literally.

Jae: We came so far in the past two in a half years…already have our on TV show.

Ona: It was about time; So Jae Jae on the way way.

Jae: “Jae Jae on the way way”….?

Ona: Explain to the people how this will go!

Jae: Basically you guys send us emails, and we read them, think of our theories, and then investigate the “Haunted” areas.

Ona: Afterwards we come back to the studio, go back over evidence and finally come to our conclusion. You'll see us back here in the studio every so often during the episode giving our opinions on what we thought during the investigation too!

Jae: Sadly, the camera crew cant explore with us.

Ona: I’m gonna miss you Dave…

Jae: So, heres our first letter from… South Park's very own! Ryen Miller!

Jae: Shelly says, “i told craig and kenny about this but they’re being so useless rn so i’m calling the best podcast out there. my friend mimi and i are at the video store i run, hiding behind a shelf of old war movies because there’s an apparition in my stock room. i’m pretty sure it moved to the basement but i’m not sure. advice?”

Ona: That's your fucking fault for not asking the pros first.

Jae: They asked for advice, not for you to start ripping into them.

Ona: They KNEWWW what they we’re doing.

Jae: Oh my goddd, what's your guess Ona?

Ona: To be honestttt, I have no clue, not enough info. What about you Jae Jae on the way way?

Jae: Oh you GOTS to stop.

Jae: My guess is it's a poltergeist spirit.

Ona: Whys that? Those are rare.

Jae: Uh well my guess is that Shelly seems pretty scared, right?

Ona: Okay..

Jae: And it could've knocked things down ya’know? We dont really know how everything first started. we definitely need to ask more details when get there.

Ona: Truuuue, mhhh okay. Well…Are you ready to start? Like this is our first big investigation.

Jae: Ready as I’ll ever be I suppose. Autobots.. roll out.

Ona: Are you dumb..

Ona: Let’s just go.. I can’t stand you right now.

CURRENTLY:

LOCATION: IN FRONT OF THE VIDEO STORE

TIME: 5:15 PM

Standing around the outside of the off brand blockbuster-esque store, Jae can't help but wonder why exactly this is the spot for the first episode. The camera crew that were unable to enter behind them so they didn't get in the way standing around, making sure the equipment was all up and running alright.

"Are you not gonna help me with the equipment? Jae? Hellooooo?" Ona complains, holding a duffle bag of things the duo will need for checking out the store.

"It's not even that heavy," Jae responds, grabbing the bag from Ona's hands, "It literally just holds the stuff we need to put on ourselves."

"Okay.... so hold it while I put it on me first, duh!"

Jae turns to look at the camera that's currently recording with a blank stare, but looks back at Ona as she connects the equipment to her, holding a spirit box in one hand and a FLIR digital thermometer in another. She waves at the camera connected to the vest Ona's wearing.

"I look hot as fuck don't I? Don't answer I already know, your turn!" Ona giggles.

Jae puts their own stuff on them and checks their laptop feed to make sure it's working, when everything is set Jae slings a backpack containing other important equipment on their back, picking up an EMF recorder, she turns to Ona, "Ready?"

Ona shakes her head, "No. Is it too late to back out of this? Like what if we... die? Bro I don't know about this."

Jae blinks, once, twice, and a third time, "Girl if you don't get your ass in there."

"Why me first? Do you have some death wish against me?"

"Absolutely. No! Bitch, if I go first you'd probably leave me alone with this spirit to go get McDonalds!" Jae scoffs.

"Oooohh.. I could so go for McDonald's right now actual-"

"GET YOUR ASS IN THERE."

"You got it!" Ona jumps and speed walks into the store with Jae following closely behind her.

CURRENTLY:

LOCATION: IN THE STUDIO

TIME: 7:35 PM

Ona: You are so mean to me.

Jae: YOU THREW THIS RUBBER DUCK PENCIL AT ME FOUR SECONDS AGO.

Ona: Why can't we be friends...

CURRENTLY:

LOCATION: INSIDE THE VIDEO STORE

TIME: 5:25 PM

"Oh shellyyyyy," Ona sings.

Jae lightly hits the side of her shoulder, "You're probably more scary than the spirit right now."

"We're here!" The duo heard a voice speak up in the back, cautiously walking towards the back, they find themselves staring at Shelly who are huddled in a corner the 'War' movies section.

"Uh... Have you two been here this entire time?" Jae asks

Shelly nods, "Yes! I keep hearing crashing noises in the basement! At first it used to just be the in the stock room but awhile ago it moved to the basement." Shelly explains.

Ona glancing around the room, her eyes shifting the rather dark store, "And you two just sat? In the dark?"

Shelly pipes up, tone shaking, "We think it broke the fuse box! The lights went out like ten minutes ago.. I think."

"Just our luck.." Ona sighs.

"Any other information you can lend us?"

Shelly thinks for a moment, "No.. it's just been throwing things around quite often.. if you wanted I'm sure you could check the stock room and see the absolute mess in there."

CURRENTLY:

LOCATION: IN THE STUDIO

TIME: 7:42 PM

Ona: And this is where you confirmed in your head that it was a poltergeist?

Jae: Well, not necessarily, a lot of spirits interact with their environment and often or not manage to throw something around a few times. The distinguishing factor is how many items they throw or how often they mess with the environment around them. They almost always solely mess around with things and they can be dangerous, especially if the items they're throwing around are, but they are more like a nuisance.

Ona: Like a baby!

Jae: Sure, Ona.... like a baby..

CURRENTLY:

LOCATION: INSIDE THE VIDEO STORE ; BASEMENT (FIRST ROOM)

TIME: 5:39 PM

Shelly groans holding a camcorder and now equipped with some basic equipment, "How did you get me to agree to do this for you guys again?"

"You agreed to a deal of a 30 year supply of monster, five cents an hour, and early access to merch. Don't come for me here." Jae shrugs.

"Right but like I work here so shouldn't I get to be let FREE? Away from this place and outside in the parking lot? I don't know.. how about not record an episode for you guys?"

Ona rolls her eyes, "Bro, shut up. You're being paid what else do you WANT? You know what? Let me play you a tune on the world's smallest violin."

Ona starts rubbing her thumb and index together, humming a high pitched tune.

"Oh my god get out of my face, Ona." Shelly grumbles.

Before anyone could do anymore talking Jae abruptly stops walking, Ona nearly stumbling into her, "Dude what are you doi-"

"Sh."

Shelly and Ona still.

The basement is quiet and there are no sounds, it's scary and dark and you could probably hear the dust settling around you if it wasn't for the fact Shelly then sneezed extremely loudly.

"Bless you." Jae utters quickly, still scanning the rooms in the basement.

CURRENTLY:

LOCATION: IN THE STUDIO

TIME: 7:51 PM

Ona: Shelly sneezing pissed me off.

Jae: Does anything like.. not piss you off?

Ona: Stan Marsh.

Ona: Anyways, what do we know about the video store?

Jae: Well it says it was built in 1952 by Mr and Mrs. Boldswell and it was their pride and joy, it was eventually passed down to their son Harry Boldswell before being renovated by him and sold to a Calvin Checker.

Ona: Can't trust bitches who have the same initial for their first and last name..

Jae: .....

Ona: Would you QUIT with that blank stare at the camera I know you use it to make fun of me.

Jae: Anyhow, Calvin Checker accidentally had three employees killed in the mid 90s when a fire broke out in the room now known as the electricity room located in the basement. It sat vacant after the incident and then another renovation in the late 2000s came after another change of owner, this time to Harry's daughter Lyra owns it, and has been a staple in South Park ever since.

Ona: Any hauntings reported?

Jae: Yeah once, in 2014 a couple who were passing through reported to the manager on duty at the time that there was weird noises coming from the basement and that in the 'Comedy' section a few discs fell onto the ground.

Ona: So why are we going here again..? Like I don't wanna be anywhere near this place.

Jae: Because we got asked to? Ona, do your job oh my god.

CURRENTLY:

LOCATION: INSIDE THE VIDEO STORE (BOILER ROOM)

TIME: 5:46 PM

Ona was scared shitless, she was checking out the boiler room all by herself and was nervous for anything to pop out, per Jae's words, the spirit box was a way for communication with the poltergeist to happen. So here she was, asking questions with a camcorder propped behind her surveilling the room, to essentially... an empty room.

Gulping nervously, she asks "Is there anyone that wishes to talk?"

The spirit box ticks away before a random "no" is heard, and Ona frantically looks around the room.

"So..you don't want to talk?"

"Hi."

"Girl make up your mind the fuck? Okay.. if you want to talk.. uhhhm say my name?"

"Yasmine"

Ona scoffs, "Girl I said MY name not yours this is MY show."

"..na"

"I'm sorry what was that?"

"Ona."

"Nuh uh, I'm out this bitch." Ona turns the spirit box off, grabs the camcorder and runs out the room.

CURRENTLY:

LOCATION: INSIDE THE VIDEO STORE (STORAGE CLOSET)

TIME: 5:46 PM

Shelly was upset, not only did these two ditch them, but the two also made them do his OWN segment for their OWN show. This was not worth the deal that she made with Jae. Not at all.

Shelly sets the journal Jae gave them onto the ground with a pen beside it and sat there.

"I'm not talking to this thing, it can kiss my ass." Shelly thought, sitting on a chair, camcorder in hand.

Shelly looked around the storage room, it was rather big and hadn't been used recently, gathering from all the dust that lingered. The upstairs storage room was used a lot more often, as it was even bigger considering it used to be the manager's office before sales dwindled and now the manager's office was downsized to a different room.

Shelly thought about dozing off, but quickly shook that idea out of his head when she realized just where he currently was.

'Scratch'

Shelly abruptly sat up, trying to determine the noise they heard.

'Scratch, scratch, scratch, SCRATCH, SCRATCH, SCRATCH'

Shelly stood up and looked around the room before remembering about the empty journal and picks it up, shock evident all over their face when he reads what was on there.

'It hurts' and a bunch of scribbles all over marked the pages. Shelly didn't need to be told twice about anything and immediately ran out the room.

CURRENTLY:

LOCATION: INSIDE THE VIDEO STORE (ELECTRICITY CLOSET)

TIME: 5:46 PM

Jae hums as she sets up the cameras around the room. Once the final camera was set she took a look at the set up she had; a few various non life threatening items were scattered about, such as a small pillow, a plastic cup, a tissue box, and an empty Pringles can.

Jae stood in the corner of the room and started calling out, "Oh ghosttttt... are you in here..?"

They could hear running, presumably from Ona and or Shelly, and sighed.

Jae waited a few more minutes in the dark before sighing and moving to start taking down cameras. When they got to the last one, the empty pringles can rolled onto the ground from where it was set, causing her to jump.

They look over their should to glance at the pringle can and just shake their head before turning back to removing the camera. The tissue box then is flung to the side of the wall near Jae's head and they pause taking in account of what just happened.

"Oh." Jae murmurs, "Well that was a dick move."

Jae collects the camera and grabs the items, being careful to not be hit by any of them, but fails because once she turned to grab the pillow, it was picked up by the spirit and flung at their head. Once it hits them on the top of their head, they pause and leave the room rather awkwardly.

"This ghost is a dick." Jae states, heading up the stairs.

CURRENTLY:

LOCATION: IN THE STUDIO

TIME: 8:03 PM

Ona: I'm sorry you called the spirit a dick?

Jae: Well it was... bro did not need to throw the pillow at my head.

Ona: Oh girl you are just asking to be killed by this thing.

Jae: We stream anyways, we don't need to be going there ever again.

Ona: Can't poltergeists like... I don't know.. attach to someone?

Jae: If they can then you should so hit up Di'ona [BLEEP] in South Park, Colorado, she lives i-

Ona: CAN YOU QUIT THAT!!!! I don't need a ghost haunting ME, besides if a spirit is haunting me it's haunting you too idiot.

Jae: What if I want the ghost to haunt me? Wouldn't that be sick? A little spirit buddy.

Ona: NOT A PISSED OFF SPIRIT. Are you dumb?

Jae: Ehh.. Tomato tomato, anyhow the evidence was pretty damning that there was a poltergeist haunting the video store.

Ona: Yeah, sucks Shelly works there, because we have no clue how to get rid of it. That's why our show isn't meant on getting rid of them! Just finding out if you really are being haunted of if it's a fluke.

Jae: Yeah well in South Park I'm not gonna be surprised if all these events we get are going to be turning out to be real.

Ona: True that.

Ona: I'm glad our first episode though was something real you know? Sure I was scared shitless but... we can edit my screams out later right?

Jae: .....

Ona: We're going to edit my screams out. Right. Jaeyoung.

Jae: We're glad you enjoyed this epi-

Ona: HEY! Answer me!

Jae: -sode and we hope you continue supporting us! Thank you for everything and..

Ona: ... Girl you got me fucked up.

Jae and Ona: We can consider this spirit... archived!

YOU ARE WATCHING THE CUT SCENES:

"AHHHH GET ME OUT OF HERE GET ME OUTTTT" Ona screams, frantically running out of the basement and out the door.

"Haun.. haunted definitely haunted." Ona gasps out, "I need a minute."

Shelly soon runs out after Ona, screaming her head off too, "OH FUCK THIS PLACE HELLLLLLL NOOOOOOO."

Shelly stares at the doors anxiously waiting for Jae to come out and soon she does, calmly exiting the video store, "Well? These two are freaked? Anything? Anything at all?"

Jae shrugs, "The spirit is rude as hell."

EPISODE ONE IS OVER WOULD YOU LIKE TO CONTINUE?

YES [SELECTED] NO

SEE YOU IN EPISODE TWO!

#south park #spirit archive series #south park ocs #jaeona podcast

[judjira]

dreams

AN: publishing a drabble i wrote based off a dream i had, i am a sucker for reconciliation stories (but not for cheating!! don't cheat guys that's bad)

pairing: jeongmi

themes: cheating (tw), making up, hurt and comfort

wc: 1786

mina wakes up in the night, sometimes. or jeongyeon has to wake her up, because she’s sweating, and groaning, and pale under the glow of the nightlight by their bed.

“u-ugh. mina. mina. hey, mina.”

a stray fist lashes out and hits jeongyeon square in the cheek. the force isn’t enough to actually physically hurt her, but the reason for it is enough to have jeongyeon doubling over, bruised and battered emotionally.

“mina, hey. mina, wake up.”

she massages her jaw, crawling over and gently holding mina by her shoulder, as the younger woman thrashes about in her sleep, soft and fitful moans escaping her lips.

“mina, shhhh…mina, i’m here.”

her eyes flash open, and the fear, desperation, and longing all come to a peak in the brightest of stars that are her eyes.

“j-jeong?”

it’s not the first time she’s woken up from a nightmare, nor does jeongyeon think it’s going to be the last.

“bad dream?”

a croaking sob leaves mina’s mouth, and she grasps fistfuls of jeongyeon’s shirt, burying her face into it as restless tears fall from the corners of her eyes.

“shhh…it’s alright. it’s alright.”

she never shares what the dreams are, what happens exactly for mina to wake up in absolute terror and despair, more often than not crying out or mentally shutting down.

“i-i…i was…you—”

“hey, calm down, first. breathe with me.”

jeongyeon sits both of them up onto their knees, sitting on the back of their legs as she grasps mina by both of her shoulders, staring intently into her eyes. her eyes which, illuminated by the lamplight, are red and stricken, blinking rapidly as she takes heavy gulps of air.

“in…and out. in…and out. in…and out.”

it does a remarkable job of calming her down immensely, but mina’s still softly sobbing as jeongyeon takes her into an embrace, shushing her quietly.

“this is the third time this week, mina…”

mina pulls away from the hug, biting softly on her lip as she looks down at the sheets between them.

“do you want to talk about it?”

it’s a new occurrence, ever since they’ve moved into their new apartment. they don’t talk about the old one anymore, because all that comes to mind when they think about it are broken dishes and venomous words.

“i…it’s dumb, jeong. let’s just go back to sleep.”

there it is again, that nasty old habit of hers. jeongyeon resists the urge to click her tongue, because she knows it will do no good here. instead, she softly calls mina’s name.

“if it’s enough to keep you up and have you screaming for my name at 2 am, i think it isn’t that dumb.”

mina looks almost shameful, twiddling with her fingers the way she does, like a child being scolded for lying.

“i don’t…i don’t want you to feel bad.”

“bad? i won’t feel bad, mina. i want to help you. i’m here for you, remember? we’re in this together.”

it’s been a long and hard road, and there were times when jeongyeon herself wasn’t sure if it was the right call. but where they are now, jeongyeon’s never been so sure of it in her life.

“i…”

mina hesitates, and jeongyeon reminds her of the mantra they picked up when they started this new life together.

“no more secrets, remember?”

there’s clear trepidation in mina’s shoulders, jeongyeon can feel it, but she eventually exhales, her breath trembling. she doesn’t look up from the sheets as she begins to speak.

“i…i wake up alone.”

jeongyeon feels a chill wash over her.

“i-i…i check my closet f-for clothes, and…only my side’s full. the other is…it’s e-empty.”

the way mina’s speaking, it’s as if she’s really there, and for a time, she was.

“t-the bathroom…only my toothbrush is in the cup. a-and there’s only one bottle of shampoo…j-just mine.”

jeongyeon almost wants her to stop speaking, stop dredging up old scars, but there she is, and they’re bleeding afresh.

“i…i go to cook breakfast…and i-i…i…only set one plate, one pair of utensils, o-one glass, and…i eat…b-by myself.”

mina’s eyes are lost. so, so lost in an echo of the past that is hauntingly real to her, to them. a past that both of them are trying so hard to move through.

“a-and then i get to the door, a-and i-i…see the n-note, and i-i…”

that is where jeongyeon stops her, cutting her off by pulling her close into her arms, as if her very soul depended on it.

mina almost screams into jeongyeon’s shirt.

“y-you left me, jeong. y-you were…you were g-gone, and…and it was a-all my fault.”

jeongyeon’s heart cracks, and the bandaids and bandages she’s tried so desperately to wrap over the seams, the broken edges, and the ruined corners are coming off.

"why did you leave me, jeong?”

no other words leave jeongyeon’s mouth as she hugs mina tight, kissing her lover by her hair as she whispers frantically.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry. it was a mistake. i didn’t mean to. i’m sorry. i was being stupid. i didn’t know what i was doing, i’m sorry. mina, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry. i won’t do it again. i’m sorry.”

it’s only been a year since jeongyeon left, with no word but a scrappily written note pasted onto the front door of their old apartment. it’s only been two months since they’ve gotten together again under the light of new circumstances and beginnings.

but old endings still come back to haunt them.

jeongyeon sees it everyday.

it’s in the way mina’s so adamant about their texts, always wanting jeongyeon to respond as quickly as she can, often complaining when she doesn’t reply fast enough.

it’s in the way mina never sleeps until jeongyeon gets home from work, the younger woman quite literally nodding off at the dinner table until she hears the door unlock and jeongyeon’s tired sigh.

it’s in the way mina goes quiet, with her eyes turning to the floor, when jeongyeon talks to other women with that same boyish, handsome charm that she’d used on others, most especially her.

it’s in the way mina dreams as well, apparently.

mina’s still crying when jeongyeon feels her throat go dry, a helpless pain filling her with dread as she draws back, her hands unfit to touch mina’s form. how could they be, when they’ve caused such pain?

“i-i…”

her words die in her throat as mina’s sobs turn to sniffles. there are no words, really, that can make up for what she’s done. no actions, either. it’s irredeemable, she thinks, to have committed such a heinous crime as she has.

“it…it was a mistake.” jeongyeon repeats.

she’s not sure which is the mistake. cheating? leaving? coming back? they all blend into one colossal fault on jeongyeon’s end, for hurting who she now knows is the love of her life.

“should…should we have really done this? g-gotten back together?”

mina whispers, and the way mina clutches her hands close to her chest, protecting her heart from another pain that jeongyeon might inflict on her, wounds jeongyeon to the core.

“m-mina…”

mina shakes her head.

“no, i-i…i’m sorry…i told you this was dumb. we should just…just go back to sleep.”

jeongyeon almost falters. as she always has.

she faltered when she was with that girl that barely mattered. she faltered when she packed all of her things from their old apartment. she faltered when she wrote those stupid words on that stupid piece of paper.

she faltered when she saw mina again, working the counter in that subtle but cozy café. she faltered when she asked for her number, as if she didn’t have it saved all those months they were apart. she faltered when she asked mina if they could try again, properly this time.

she had always faltered when it came to mina. perhaps it was in the sparkle of her eyes that spoke of a million dreams. perhaps it was in the curve of her lips, pink gums and teeth peeking out like a hidden treasure. perhaps it was in the touch of her skin, which always slotted itself so perfectly against jeongyeon’s.

now, however, she does not falter.

she does not falter when she takes mina’s face in her hands, cupping her cheeks and tilting her head up to hers, staring oh-so-tenderly into mina’s eyes, before leaning up to press a kiss against the cool skin of mina’s forehead.

“…a lifetime wouldn’t be enough for me to express how sorry i am for leaving, mina.”

she whispers into mina’s skin, hoping that the words will carry themselves into her veins, blood pumping until her apology reaches mina’s heart.

“i can’t…there’s nothing i can do to ever make up for hurting you. i can think of nothing i can do that will be able to soothe your pain.”

jeongyeon feels her own tears well up, and she lets them flow. she’s done trying to hide how she feels.

“but…but i try, anyway.”

she pulls away from mina’s forehead, and mina’s staring at her, eyes sparkling with those dreams that she’s always chased after every time she’s fallen asleep alone and unfulfilled.

“i try because…because i am. i’m sorry. i…i really am. i-it…it tears at me everyday to know that…to know that you’re here, with me, and you’re making me so, so fucking happy, and yet all i’ve done is…is hurt you.”

jeongyeon struggles to get the words out, as she always has, but she needs to. because this is mina. and every other person she’s seen has only been a disappointment, failing to measure up to her love.

“i-i don’t know what…what possessed you to give me another chance, but…i want it. i want t-to—to show you. that i-i’m…i’m better than i was before. i’ve…i’ve grown. and…i can…i can love you better.”

mina’s quiet when jeongyeon finishes. the night has never been so loud in her ears, the only sounds she can hear being the faint cars in the distance and the fan gently blowing.

her hands go up, and when she takes jeongyeon’s hands, jeongyeon’s breath catches in her throat.

“th-there’s a way. a way you can make it up to me.”

her heart pounds, furiously, echoing, screaming words into her mind that she will never forget. don’t let her go this time.

“anything.”

mina whispers, with all the desperation, fear, and longing that she’s carried with her in the year that she was alone.

“stay with me. please.”

jeongyeon doesn’t falter.

“always.”

mina’s hand clasps around jeongyeon’s, as they lie back down together, wiping at each other’s tears.

they drift off together, into dreamless sleep, because what they have right now is already something they’ve dreamed of, together.

#drabble #jeongyeon x mina #jeongmi #twice fic #twice fanfic