#i get being jealous but god she takes it up to 11

[lizzieisright]

hey hurt/comfort idea:

soo what about the reader and abby being best friends for years and reader always had a crush on abby. they go to a party and abby introduces her new gf to u. she always liked her but thought reader didn’t (always a bit horny around reader, but they know eachother since childhood so abby mistakes readers flirting as being flirty like friends) so reader gets absolutely hartbroken, drinks till she passes out but abby takes care of her ofc. abbys gf is always with her tho so it just hurts even more.

she avoids abby till the next frat prty or smth (maybe it’s college!au) and then they hook up, abby can’t remember cause she’s too drunk and is back w her gf

very messy but i hope u get the idea :P

(also to make it more hurtful make abby mean while she’s drunk bc she’s going through a rough time but isn’t telling anyone)

It took me so long, I'm so sorry

Palestine: what can you do

I've changed a few things (they don't hook up) because I can't deal with cheating, and I couldn't decide on what ending I wanted so there's a poll in the end.

Tags: Modern AU, childhood friends, Angst, pining and unrequited love, of course.

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Abby is a fucking God, and you come to this conclusion when you're 11 and she helps you with your stupid assignment.

When you're both 14 you start to understand that what you feel for her is not, in fact, an admiration. 

You come to this conclusion when you sit in her bedroom and she jokes about teaching you how to kiss because you're a loser and you agree - and yeah, the kiss is a mess, but now you both know that you want to kiss girls. And you want to kiss one girl in particular, but Abby is your best friend and you won’t do anything that will lead to losing her.

Being a God means Abby is out of your reach and you have to live with your stupid feelings.

You're jealous of every boy who jokes around her to get her attention.

You're jealous of every girl who dares to look at her a little too long.

Abby is popular and she starts dating and it breaks your heart every time, and you can't look at other people because all your gods look like Abby.

"Why don't you go on a date?" Abby asks once when you're 16 and you're eating pizza in your bedroom, watching another marvel movie. "I think Jen likes you."

"I don't want to." What would be the point if the only person you want to date won't ever look at you this way?

"Why? Don't you get horny like the rest of us mortals?"

The worst part of being in love with your popular best friend is that she recently lost her virginity and she can't shut up about sex because she is excited about it.

"I have my hand, Abby." You roll your eyes at her.

"But it feels better when the other person does it." Abby winks and puts her hand on your thigh. "It's better, isn't it?" She rubs your thigh and your breath hitches. She looks at you, playful, and goes a little up on your thigh, and your face burns.

"You belong in horny jail, Anderson." You laugh, but don't move her hand: if you move it she'll call you a chicken, but she is a chicken enough herself to not move it further.

And she doesn't.

You live your life peacefully, dealing with your feelings as best as you can.

Then college starts and you're too busy to think about Abby 24/7 and you feel like it gets easier. Like you can breathe around her and you almost don't feel pain when she talks about her sex life.

Almost.

You know it's easy to deal with because all those girls in her bed are temporary while you're in Abby's life forever, and not because your feelings suddenly fainted. Abby likes to sleep around, she is a flirt even with you - a lot, actually, she thinks she can get away with a lot by saying she is touch-starved and then her hands wander off somewhere they're not supposed to be, and you let her, because you'll take whatever you can.

So you go through Abby's fuckboy phase with ease, because sex talk is way better than feelings talk.

A few years pass and suddenly the feelings talk starts, and you're slowly dying inside, because Abby likes someone. Abby talks about how nervous she is around her, she is always on her phone texting her, she is always busy when you want to spend time with her.

You hate this girl with all you have, because she takes Abby away, she takes everything away - Abby is not touchy anymore, she only hugs you briefly when you see her, she is not listening to you half of the time, too caught up in her fantasies.

You hope her girl is a bitch and an asshole and toxic so you can talk Abby out of it, but then Abby tells you she is going to introduce you at the party and you cry yourself to sleep that night.

"How do I look?"

"Like you need Jesus." You say honestly because Abby in the muscle tee and a pair of cargo pants makes you ache.

"Yeah?" Abby looks at you through the mirror with that fucking smirk she knows you like. "Am I fuckable?"

"We both know you prefer to be on the other end of that word, Anderson." You roll your eyes and put your shoes on only to straighten up to Abby's face way too close. She looks you up and down.

"You're very fuckable though."

"Fuck off." You huff and open the door of her apartment, hoping she won't tease you for being flustered. "Let's go before Manny gets so drunk you'll have to carry him. Again."

You spent the night in dread of meeting Abby's girl, dreaming of seeing her red flags or something to have a real reason to hate her to Abby's face, but then Abby lights up and she excuses herself to go and meet her girl, while you try so hard to not throw up from your nerves.

The girl is gorgeous.

"This is (y/n)." Abby motions at you and you smile politely. "This is Mia."

"I'm so happy to meet you." Mia smiles and she looks kind and genuine and fuck, you can't hate her. There's no jealousy in her, no fake smiles, no tense body language. "Abby loves you so much."

You swallow hard.

"I put up with so much of her shit, she doesn't have a choice." You joke and Mia laughs.

Mia is funny and cute and you understand why Abby likes her, because it's impossible not to. Mia is a type of girl that you'd think of as a bitch because she is popular, therefore arrogant, but when you get to know her she is a total sweetheart who'd help you find a way to your class if she notices you're lost.

This is hard.

This is going to break you.

You can't cope with this. You can't cope with seeing Abby's gentle gaze on Mia, with her careful touch and constant care. So you excuse yourself and go to the bar to get drunk, as if you can drown your feelings by dragging them to the bottom of the bottle. You dance and you drink, you dance and you drink and repeat it five other times until all long islands make you feel sick and you can't walk by yourself anymore. You're an independent woman and you refuse to ask for help, but when you can't order a taxi for the fifth time because your eyes are so blurry, Mia comes to you and holds you by your elbow.

"We will take you home, okay?" She says kindly and you feel your lips tremble. We.

"Jus- can you c'll a taxi f'me?" You slur, but you feel Abby's hand on your waist as she supports you. "Don't wanna ruin your night."

"You're not ruining anything." Mia says cheerfully and orders a taxi when Abby gives her your address. "Happens to the best of us."

The drive home makes you super dizzy and Abby has to put her hand between your head and the car door because you hit it all the time. The moment the car stops and Abby goes around to help you get on your legs, you throw up on the ground and it's a miracle you don't get everyone's shoes dirty.

Abby decides to carry you to your place and you can't shut up even for a second.

"I'm s'sorry guys. Not a good first impression. I really like you, Mia. You look kind. Like a grandma. In a good way, I'm sorry." Mia giggles. "Your laugh is very cute. It's cute, right Abby?"

"Yeah." Abby agrees quietly and what you don't know is that for her your drunken rant was way cuter than her girlfriend's laugh.

"Yeah. You look great together, I'm s'happy for you Abby. Haven't seen her that nervous because of a girl in years, can you imagine, Mia? You make this asshole nervous." You're chuckling sadly, you want to cry because you don't make Abby nervous.

No, you just embarrass her in front of her girlfriend because you're so pathetically in love you can't deal with it and drink half of the bar until you forget how to walk on your own.

Abby helps you change and Mia gives you water. She makes sure there is fresh air in your room and she tucks your blanket, and you close your eyes to hide your tears because Mia is so nice. She is a dream girl and Abby is so happy and there is no space for you anymore.

Because Mia took your place in that forever equation.

On the next day you text your apologies to both Abby and Mia (she followed you on instagram and asked you how you felt) and you can't deal with this. It hurts so much because you love Abby so much and you want her to be happy but it seems like the price of it is going to be your heart.

So you start avoiding her as best as possible, and what is more sad - it's not even that hard. Abby is always with Mia, fuck, Mia even asks you to come with them to hang out, which you always find an excuse not to. Library, fever, other plans, other plans again, sorry, paper is due tomorrow, my aunt is in town (she is not). Anything to not meet with them.

You still see Abby during classes and you give each other life updates, but it's been weeks since you actually hung out and you accept the reality that yes, there's no place for you in Abby's life anymore.

You cry every fucking night.

Then Abby suddenly remembers you exist and she asks you if you want to hang out, just the two of you, because she misses you. You miss her too and you agree.

You regret it the moment she cuddles you in front of her tv. She has a girlfriend now, why is she so touchy again? Did something happen with Mia that Abby came to you?

"Is everything okay with Mia?"

"Yeah, she is great." Abby says and buries her nose in your neck.

No. You can't deal with this.

So you start avoiding Abby at all costs after this - you can't shake the feeling that this is cheating, because for you Abby's touch has never been platonic, no. And it never felt platonic either, it was always giving you hope because Abby was flirting and touching the way friends don't touch each other. Maybe one day she'd finally give you a chance, you thought, but this day never came.

It is another party a month and half later - yay, Abby and Mia have been together for two months now! - and you don't know if Abby is going to come, but you hope she doesn't. You know she knows something is up and she will want her answers if she meets you.

But you have fun. You play games, you drink, you dance, you get flirted with and you forget about your pain just to get so drunk again you can't help but go outside to find a place to cry in peace.

You miss Abby, you miss her because she is a part of you and yes, you're in love with her, but she also your best fucking friend and you hate yourself for being in love with her, because it ruins your life. It has been ruining your life since you were fourteen and actually understood what you felt, but now it was getting serious.

"(Y/n)?"

Fuck.

You wipe your tears and look at Abby who is standing right in front of you.

"Hi." You squeak and she drops on the knees to look at you.

"Did something happen? Why are you crying?"

"I'm just sad. Don't worry." You try to smile but Abby's frown makes you cry more. "I'm going home anyway, so you can enjoy the party."

"What the hell are you saying? I'm not leaving you."

She should. She should leave you and not complicate it further.

Abby calls a taxi and you chuckle in your head - If you had a nickel for every time Abby was taking your drunk ass home, you'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

You tell her as much because the meme is funny and you try to be positive.

Abby helps you out of the car and this time you don't throw up.

"You know, last time I totally embarrassed myself in front of Mia." You chuckle and make your way upstairs with Abby's arm around your waist. "She is cute, I'm so happy for you."

Abby chuckles and leads you inside your apartment, but between the two of you she is mostly sober and she has some questions, and she wants her answers. You know this too, so when you sit on your sofa you feel like all your shields are crumbling: you’re giving up on hiding this from her. If this is the end, so be it.

"You've been avoiding me." Abby says quietly, looking you in your eyes like she is just a little bit mad. 

"Yeah, I know." You admit with a chuckle. "You have a girlfriend now, it's so cool. When was the last time you liked someone like that? Back in school?"

"So you've been avoiding me on purpose." 

"I don't think you can avoid someone accidentally, Abby.” You say, not holding back your venom. “Anyway, I’m so happy for you.”

“Why are you avoiding me?” Abby moves closer to you  and you swallow your tears because there’s nowhere to run.

“Because it’s easier.” You shrug. “I just want you to be happy, okay? Does Mia make you happy?”

“Yeah.” Abby admits and you start crying again: it hurts so fucking much. 

“Good. It’s good. I’m happy for you.” You sniffle and Abby huffs, annoyed.

“Stop saying that. Stop avoiding my questions.”

Inside you all hell breaks loose.

“I love you, okay?” You finally burst. “I love you, and it hurts so fucking bad and I can’t fucking see you with her or know that you’re with her! What do you want me to do? What would you do if you were me? I can’t- I can’t-” You throw your hands desperately and bite your lip, too angry with this whole situation.

“I love you too.” Abby says, confused.

“No, no Abby, you don’t understand.” You’re quiet and angry, almost spitting every word out. “I’m in love with you. I’m not jealous as a friend, Abby. I’m jealous because I want to be in her place, okay? Fuck, I wanted to be in your every girl’s place since you started dating girls!” 

There is silence. You thought it would be terrifying - this silence - but right now you feel nothing except how dizzy your head is. You feel empty and there's no tears anymore. Abby stares at you in shock, her fists clenched, and you chuckle cynically. 

“So can I continue avoiding you now or should I suffer more?”

“Fuck, (y/n)..” Abby sighs and rubs her forehead, going over her face with her palm. “Fuck. Don't do this to me.”

“Well.” You huff, annoyed. “Not like I have a fucking choice, Anderson.”

Abby throws her head back and stares at the ceiling while you do the same, trying to keep your drunk ass stable. You feel like eternity passes before Abby speaks again, and it is strangely comforting, having your best friend here with you, in this boat of pain, and sharing it with her. 

“All these years. All these years we could have been together.” Abby sounds like she is mourning. 

You thought your heart broke when you met Mia? Forget it, it's broken now.

You sob, howl almost, and Abby is suddenly holding you in her arms, placing kisses to your hair. Her heart can't handle seeing you cry, never could - yes, she tried to move on with Mia, and it worked partially, but all her effort went to shit just now. You're the most precious girl to her and nothing can change it. Abby swallows and braces herself, suddenly making a decision in her head, all her anxiety about what is a right thing to do gone. 

“You know what? Fuck it. Fuck all that time we've missed. I'm not letting you go now.” Abby says in your ear and you sob even more violently. “Come on, baby, I'm here. Let me see your face.”

You can't believe it. You can't even process it: is it your drunken dream? Are you hallucinating? It would definitely not be the first time. But you look up at Abby and she gently wipes your tears and there’s so much love and hurt in her eyes it’s hard not to break into another sobbing fit. 

“I've been in love with you since we were seventeen.” Abby smiles at you and you shakily smile back. “I’m sorry it came to this. But I'm here now.”

“I love you.” You say feverishly and Abby's restraint breaks.

She kisses you hungrily, practically devouring you, and you're weak, so you return her kiss and press into her, soaking in her warmth and strength. Abby is solid and tender, she holds you like she cares and you cling to her for a moment.

But then you remember yourself and push Abby away, shaking your head.

“No. You're better than this. You're not going to betray Mia like this. I'm not going to let you, Abby. We're not doing this,” You motion between yourself and her. “Behind your girlfriend's back. And I'm also fucking drunk.”

Abby chuckles and kisses your forehead. 

“Come on, I'll help you get into your bed.”

Everything else after is a blur as Abby helps you change and covers you with your blanket, and you fall asleep. You can't wait for the morning to come.

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#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #abby tlou

[reiderwriter]

Hi I’m new to this so I’ve no clue if this is how you request, but I was thinking Spencer fluff, in earlier seasons where he’s a little bit more awkward but has a little bit of confidence, based on that one episode where hotch says Reid was propositioned by all the prostitutes & you’re dating him but you’re not the jealous type, they know what they have with Spencer is good and knows he worships the ground they walk on, so isn’t worried or threatened by anyone so while he’s getting hit on being a blabbering mess they just giggle to themselves making little suggestive comments. Hope this makes sense🥰

A/N: That's one of my favourite scenes because it's so hilarious to see Hotch cracking jokes for some reason. That and "did you join a boy band?" Iconic, truly. ❤️ Thank you for requesting, I'll shut up now.

Warnings: none

You were aware that Spencer Reid was a catch. Perfectly aware. More than aware. Desperately aware.

He was, quite possibly, the most attractive bean pole of a man that had ever walked the earth. He was beautiful and he was loving and his smile lit up the room and you were quite honoured to be able to call him your boyfriend.

It was not lost on you that many other people - not just women - also desired him. Which led to some downright hilarious instances.

“It's not funny, Y/N.” He pouted, that adorable furrow in his brow coming back and finding it's perfect place on his face as you stared up at him. You knew the expression you were showing him was a little bit dreamy, head in both hands as you gazed admiringly up at him, but you simply didn't care what kind of company you were in.

“Spencer, you were propositioned by 11 prostitutes.”

“I'm sure they were just teasing, Y/N. I'm awkward, I stand out like a sore thumb, I'm not buff or hot, I'm-”

“A complete and total liar!” You stood, gasping and grasping non existent pearls, playing up your disbelief. He cracked a smile and you paused briefly to send up a prayer to God, thanking them for putting a real angel on Earth.

“Spencer, you may be a little bit nerdy, and you absolutely do not know when to shut up. Your hair may always looks like your mom did it for school picture day, and your fashion sense is questionable to out it kindly-”

“Is there a but? I need there to be a but or I'll cry myself to sleep.”

“But those things are incredibly endearing. And did I mention you're really hot? It's like you're all members of the Scooby Doo cast rolled into one body and somehow that really works for me.” To punctuate your words, you took a step closer, letting your hand play with his tie as you slowly encouraged him to take a small step towards you as well, until you weren't sure where the heat that warmed you was coming from.

It could've been rolling off of him, or you, or it could've been a fire burning between you, as you fixed his tie and ran a hand through his hair.

“I'm not joking with you, Spencer. I love watching everyone appreciate your beauty and your intellect. Frankly, it turns me on.”

“Okay. I'll remember that, thank you.”

“Turns on the prostitutes, too.”

“Y/N! They're just trying to make a living, if you'd have been out there canvassing they'd have tried it with you too.” You had to giggle a bit at his loom of exasperation, flas to see that it was tainted with an uncontrollable smile, a small lifting at the corners of his mouth that he couldn't combat.

“Spencer Reid, Hotch told me that one of the girls offered you $100 for a ride.”

“That's not exactly cheap or a discount, Y/N, the going rate for a working girl in the area is-”

“Spencer. She was offering you money.” His brows knitted again and then his eyes widened in realisation.

“Oh. Oh, she did look very disappointed now that I think about it.” You pressed your hand to your mouth to suppress the small pleasurable giggles from slipping out and composed yourself, before slipping your arms around his waist.

“So, Spence. How is it that you know the going rate of a working girl?” You lifted your eyebrow and watched him panic, ready to memorise every expression that ever passed across his angelic features.

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[runnning-outof-time]

Congrats on your huge milestone, K! You deserve it as so much more.

Can I request Tommy with 11. “Isn’t it beautiful out here?"?

I can't wait to see what you come up with.

Congrats again 🎊🎉✨

Thanks so much, Ace!! I hope you like what I’ve done with this one — of course I couldn’t help but use a gif from this scene! Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!

A Clear Mind On A Cool Day

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none … maybe Tommy being ooc, but who cares, right?

Word Count: 790

Summary: Tommy is able to clear his mind as he spends some time outside with his family.

Tommy eased himself down onto the chair, tipped his head back and almost immediately closed his eyes. He could hear his children playing nearby. The sounds of their excited screams added to the relaxing atmosphere. For the first time in a while, Tommy was calm.

He was sitting this exact same way when (Y/N) approached him some time later. A smile formed on her face as she stopped beside him. “Hi, Tommy,” she said softly, wanting him to know she was there before she gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Hi,” he responded in a whisper, not opening his eyes because he knew who it was from touch and voice alone. Instead, he brought his hand up to rest it on hers.

“Isn’t it beautiful out here?” (Y/N) asked as she moved to sit in her own chair.

“It is,” Tommy responded, sucking in a deep breath, loving the crispness of the autumn air. It did wonders in helping him clear his mind.

“How long have the children been playing?” she asked another question, finding her two boys in the middle of grabbing piles of fallen leaves and throwing them up in the air.

“For some time,” he couldn’t give a definitive answer. For once, (Y/N) didn’t mind it. “James came out first. He sat with me until Jacob came out, and then they both went to play with the leaves.”

(Y/N) nodded her head even though she knew Tommy couldn’t see her. She continued watching her children, basking in the comfortable silence that had fallen around her and her husband. If only every day could be like this, she thought to herself. She yearned for calm, domestic family moments like this one. She savored them when they happened because they were few and far between due to her husband’s business endeavors.

“Thank you for taking the day off,” (Y/N) broke the silence as she looked over at her husband again.

Her words made him open his eyes and look at her. He noticed her soft smile. Seeing it made the corners of his lips turn upwards. God, he needed to take more days off.

A cool breeze blew through the trees then, shaking the remaining leaves and making some of them fall to the ground. This made the two, young boys shriek in excitement as they ran to catch them. It also made (Y/N) shiver involuntarily. She silently cursed herself for forgetting her sweater inside.

“Cold?” Tommy questioned after he noticed his wife’s reaction to the wind.

“I should’ve brought a sweater with me,” she indirectly answered his question, a sheepish smile on her face.

“C’mere,” he ignored her sheepishness, tilting his head to the side as he gestured for her to come over.

(Y/N) didn’t need to be told twice. She stood up with a smile and made her way over to the chair Tommy was sitting on. She sat herself down sideways on his lap and nestled her face into the crook of his neck. Warmth overcame her instantly. She was jealous of how Tommy radiated so much heat, but it gave her the excuse to always cuddle closer to him on the colder days and nights….so really she couldn’t complain too much.

“Better?” he asked once she was settled on his lap.

“Yes,” she nodded the best she could with her head on his chest. “Although the arm of the chair is digging into my back slightly,” she pointed out a small gripe, her lips curving into a smile as Tommy shook his head and chuckled.

“Try not to lean against it then, love,” he proposed a solution. (Y/N) wiggled slightly to get away from the chair’s metal arm, so much so that Tommy was able to bring one of his arms around her back while the other draped loosely over her legs.

“Better,” she affirmed once she was comfortable. “And much warmer too,” she added, lifting her head to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Good,” Tommy hummed, tipping his head back so that he could close his eyes again. He reveled in the comfortable silence and the cool air, his mind completely clear and now focused on the feeling of his lady sitting close to him.

The couple stayed in that spot until the sun started to set. James and Jacob came running over then, effectively distrubing the silence, but not completely taking away from the peaceful feeling that had encapsulated their parents.

The family decided to go inside then so that they could get ready for dinner. As Tommy walked hand in hand with (Y/N), he silently said a ‘thank you’ for the ability to have a clear mind on a cool day.

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[carolmunson]

carol is at the laundromat.

(reader references being formally catholic as a child.)

New guy, you think, when you shuffle through your apartment door and down the hall — spotting him at the end of it. You’d seen him once or twice before in very brief passing. You’re sure he’d never noticed, you barely noticed him. Only that mop of curly brown hair and the clink of his wallet chain.

“Oh here,” he smiles, holding the door open for you that leads into the stairs to the basement.

“I’m actually not going to the laundry room,” you smile politely but tightly.

“You sure?” his brows quirk behind his curly bangs, brown eyes landing on the laundry in your arm.

“I’m sure,” you nod, “I’m going up the street.”

“Why?” he asks, lifting his full laundry bag higher up his shoulder, “There’s laundry in the building.”

“Eh, when your panties start going missing you stop wanting to use the amenity,” you shrug, “Plus, you’re not gonna find one washer open down there right now.”

“And you are? It’s Sunday — peak laundry day,” he counters. You chuckle, shaking your head — it only makes him more intrigued.

“Maybe downstairs,” you shrug, “You new to the neighborhood or something?”

“Seven months.”

“Hmm,” you nod, “Well, if you didn’t notice yet - lot of churches over here. And if time serves me right, church starts around 9 and runs until 10; sometimes 11.”

Your head tilts toward the clock on the yellowed walls of the hallway, “So, 9:15 is the perfect time to go.”

“No way,” he grins, “I don’t know if I buy it.”

“Don’t take my word for it. Everyone’s at church and everyone who isn’t is probably hung over,” you explain, “You wanna come and see for yourself? Washers are weirdly better over there anyway.”

He looks at the stairs and then at you, then at the clock, and the rainy weather outside. The elevator dings, two people walking by with laundry bags to head down the stairs.

With a sigh, he accepts the fate, “Alright, you got me.”

You both venture out into the soft mist of a dark gray Sunday morning, your IKEA bag of dirty laundry weighing heavy on your shoulder.

“Seventh months, huh? Welcome.”

“Thanks. What about you?”

“Ten years,” you laugh, “Not in this building, this is year three. But I’ve been in the area a while.”

“Cool,” he smiles, “I never see you around.”

“I live on the first floor, so our chances of an elevator meet cute are pretty slim,” you pull at the bag again while you turn the corner, he follows suit.

“Oh true, I’m on four.”

“Jealous. Good sun?”

“Yeah,” he smirks bashfully, “Like, really good.”

“That’s good. Though, it’s a good compromise for sharing a floor with Mrs. Slattery.”

“I really thought I was on her good side,” he turns back when he realizes he’s a few steps ahead, “Three weeks in she saw me in a Dio shirt, came home to a cross on my door.”

“She is…” you roll your eyes, crossing the street to the laundromat on the corner, “Easily the most god fearing Catholic I’ve ever met. And I’ve met a lot.”

You both make your way through the door, loose on its hinges. It’s a dilapidated place, and there’s a better laundromat two more blocks down, but you’re used to this now. The owner in the corner with her earbuds in, listening to gospel while she works on wash and folds. An older man with four bags of clothing on the other side, bedding for the family.

“You weren’t kidding,” he observes the emptiness, putting his laundry over an unused washing machine. There were plenty available for the taking.

“I know,” you murmur while you load your own machine - your favorite one. Row three, four washers down. Medium sized.

He gets to work too, the hardware on his wallet chain and leather jacket jingle like change in the pockets he pulls out of his jeans and sweatpants before he tosses them in to be washed.

Locked and loaded, he stands next to you, “Do you just go back home and come back to switch?”

“I stay for the wash,” you explain, “And then once I switch, there’s a café another block over that I’ve been going to for a while. Normally get breakfast while I wait for my clothes to dry. They have the best fucking biscuits.”

“Okay, okay, I hear that,” he grins, lower lip tucking into his teeth while he pulls his frizzing curls up into a bun at the back of his head, “Mind if I join you?”

“Nah, I don’t mind,” you take a seat on one of the cracked plastic chairs against the windows walls where he follows suit, “Been here almost a year…have you like, explored the neighborhood at all?”

“Honestly?” he holds his shoulders up by his ears with a hint of embarrassment, “Not really. Hate doing shit like that alone.”

“Do you not have friends?” you ask, realizing how accidentally mean it sounds as it comes out. He laughs anyway, heartily.

“Some, not around this area though,” he finishes out with a chuckle.

“Well, I’ll show you the café, there’s a lot of stuff over there that’s pretty cool,” you assure, checking the clock.

“I believe you. I’m not in a position to be saying no to friends in the neighborhood.”

“Good,” you smile, not even caring that you look exactly how you did when you rolled out of bed this morning.

“But if the biscuits are bad, it’s over,” he teases in faux seriousness. Denim leg crossing over the other, Vans now a grey and black from the weather outside.

“You’re gonna be more mad at me over how good they are,” you cross your legging’d legs to match his posture.

“You better hope so,” he huffs playfully, “I’m Eddie by the way.”

“Eddie,” you repeat back, introducing yourself, “Nice to meet you.”

“I’m glad we didn’t have our meet cute on the elevator,” Eddie smiles, “This is much more fun.”

“Also,” he turns, “If you ever wanna see how good the sunlight is upstairs, you can come over if you want.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction

[munivrse]

masterlist

dude finally i'm getting to this. hopefully this helps you guys navigate a little bit better!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Headcannons

bada + reader at the club

✮⋆˙ bada and reader go to the club, bada almost gets into a fight over her girlfriend

bada as your tall sexy dancer gf

✮⋆˙ here are some hcs of bada as your tall sexy dancer gf

bada + corruption kink!

✮⋆˙ gf! bada lee got a corruption kink fr and let me let yall ponder on this with me

experienced!bada + innocent reader

✮⋆˙ experienced bada tests the waters with you

˙whipped bada + oblivious reader

✮⋆˙ bada is your gf and you dont even know it

bada + idol reader

✮⋆˙ bada and her golden retriever, high energy, secret idol gf

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Text Series

texts with gf!bada

✮⋆ cw: really suggestive. bada just wants you to be a stay at home gf so please just quit your job for her

texts with gf!bada 2

✮⋆cw: its always gonna be suggestive idk what to tell yall tbh

˙texts with gf!bada part 3

✮⋆cw: mentions of baby making. drunk y/n...

texts with gf!bada part 4

✮⋆cw: not suggestive... actually theres some angst ☹️ but very very fluffy at the end :D

texts with gf!bada part 5

✮⋆cw: ....suggestive u know the deal. just crack texts idk really no like theme here. enjoy!

text pranks with gf!bada

✮⋆cw: slightly (and very slightly) suggestive i cant help it i want her to **** ** ***** * *** me so bad. enjoy

jealous bada lee texts!

✮⋆cw: jealous, possessive bada lee. she is so fine. i won't her 😍

reader reacts to bada's wkorea photoshoot

✮⋆ i cannot believe our tall sexy gf showed that much of herself to the world. i'm with reader on this one

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Full fics

Too close

✮⋆˙ c/w: angst. angry howl, homophobia, minor and very, very minor physical harm done to bada. closeted bada, out and proud reader. its alooooot of angst. some comfort at the end though so don't worry!

Luxurious

✮⋆˙ c/w: spoiled ass reader. down bad bada. suggestive. a little more than suggestive? not full on smut though. what does bada like more than checks? money!

My love is mine, all mine

✮⋆˙ c/w: severe anxiety/panic attack. bada comforts reader through an anxiety attack. bada best girl.

Attention

✮⋆˙ cw: bada accompanies you to your high school reunion. nothing too bad. actually, not suggestive! bada lee being fine as hell... y/n acting up per usual. really fluffy at the end. enjoy!

tell your friends

✮⋆˙ cw: requested! smut. full on. cunnilingus. strap/harness. possessive bada hitting it from the back 🧎‍♀️

takeout (on me)

✮⋆˙cw: pussy whipped bada lee taking you in several different positions. cannot get enough of the noises you make and how good she makes you feel. good god.

kissin' and hope they caught us

✮⋆˙ c/w: reader gets into their head alot, but bada is always there to reassure you.

water

✮⋆˙c/w: bath time with bada. aftercare bur bada is still h word on main. fingering, praise, and soft!dom bada.

Garden Kisses

✮⋆˙ cw: friends to lovers. a bit of angst in the beginning. cunnilingus. jealous bada. bada is bad at communicating feelings. some texts thrown in there. possessive bada. pussy drunk bada.

who jerks off the most in zb1

Haobin x reader series

night routine with haobin waking up with haobin randon haobin + reader hc's zb1 being done with haobin + reader grossly domestic haobin + reader

Seok Matthew

matthew + doggy style soft dom matthew

Shen Ricky

eating you out after dinner what he's like during baby making

Zhang Hao

idol!reader accidentally turns him on riding hao's face

Sung Hanbin

angry hanbin

enha as employees at my old coffee shop

Yang Jungwon

brat tamer jungwon

Lee Heeseung

8:16am

Park Jongseong

empty

Sim Jaeyun

quickie with jake certified munch makeup sex with jake 11:32pm certified munch #2

Park Sunghoon

making brownies with sunghoon sunghoon thinks you're pretty

Kim Sunoo

empty

#kpop #kpop smut #zb1 #enhypen #zb1 smut #zerobaseone #smut #enhypen smut #bada lee smut #bada lee #bada lee x reader

[f10werfae]

My wife is fine, thanks

pairing: Husband!Henry x Wife!Reader

summary: I LOVE YOUR HENRY CAVILL POSTS!So can I request an Instagram blurb for wife!reader (obv for Henry Cavill), where fans react to wife!reader and henry having an age gap (10+). (requested by @chaotictwig)

requests are open/likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

Full M.List, Henry M.List, Taglist Form

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@/hellostarsky: Can everyone stop hating on Henry, so what if he’s 39 and she’s 28?? They’re both legal consenting adults, he did not groom her and treats her with the utmost respect. She does not need the stress of you guys while she’s pregnant with their baby.

@/caviilll: I don’t care what anyone says, Y/n and Henry are so mf cute. The way he spoils the hell out of her and just always holds her close♥️♥️ If only

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@/relatimefr: Ok but their age gap is so weird, she was being born when he was like 11 wtf

>> @/Prettyprincess: They lit started dating at 24 and 35, you can calm yourself honey, they did nothing but fall in love☠️

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@/Henry Cavill: Happy 29th birthday to my lovely beautiful wife, the future mother to our baby(ies) and my best friend in life. Glad to be doing life with you and no one else, can’t wait to see you when I get home tonight, both you and baby Cavill ♥️

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@/Holymacsncheese: But their age gap suits them sm, Y/n makes sure Henry keeps up to date with all the new things today, and he grounds her to a sense of comfort and love. They compliment each other so much, match made in heaven I say

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@/Polypockets: yall acting as if he groomed her straight out of highschool, they literally met on set where she had to play his wife, yall just jealous cause it ain’t you 💋

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@/Y/nCavill: 35 Weeks today! Baby Cavill is now officially nearly here, unfortunately i’ll be taking a break from future projects for some time, I want to finally settle down and accept my new role. The role of motherhood. Hope you all understand, Y/n xx

>> @/HenryCavill: I’d like to follow this by saying that, after this new movie I will also be taking a break for the next year or so, who knows. Just would like you all to know that I appreciate those who support us wholeheartedly, and I can’t wait to start this new journey!

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@/User19204726: That picture of Henry showing Y/n new dresses in the maternity shop while she’s sitting watching him, is the cutest thing. She was too tired to walk about the shop, so he literally went around and got everything to have a mini fashion show for her

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@/pumpituplease: God bless Y/n for posting pictures of Henry painting the nursery, that man is giving real dilf material now, and we can’t forget about the milf Y/n. Sexiest Power couple for realsies

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@/geraltlovers: Omg I thought we were over the whole age gap thing?! Why the hell are papers still calling him all these names and calling Y/n naïve?? They lit have a child together, get a grip

>> @/petalsforpeps: omg ikr, like get over yourselves because they don’t care about what you have to say

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@/Y/nCavill: Henry and I would like to welcome baby Penelope into the world, she arrived on September 25th and is currently rocking it! No pictures will be shared, hope you all understand that ♥️

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@/cpatainsy: HENRY IS A DAD GUYS OMG, HIM AND Y/N’S BABY IS GONNA ACTUALLY SLAY THE REAL WORLD. WE BETTER PREPARE OURSELVES!!

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@/rainbowsncakes: Omg that photo Y/n posted with Henry’s back to the camera, you can just see the tiniest bit of baby Penelope’s hair out of the corner of his arm, AND ITS DARK HAIR, SHE GOT HIS CURLY HAIR I BET

>> @/lotsoocks: YOO ACCORDING TO HENRY’S MUM’S POST, BABY PENELOPE CAME OUT ROUGHLY THE SAME SIZE HENRY WAS WHEN HE WAS BORN. POOR Y/N

>>> @Y/nCavill: NO BECAUSE THIS IS TRUE, 38 HOURS OF PURE HARD LABOUR. Thankful for all the nurses, doctors, midwives and especially my bear of a husband who didn’t leave me alone once♥️

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@/user823783: Fuck this family bullshit, when is Henry gonna back to our screens?!

>> @/HenryCavill: i’m sorry but I don’t tolerate anyone speaking about my family like that, a fan of mine wouldn’t speak of people I love like that. We want to live a peaceful life full of love, if you can’t respect that then i’m glad i’m not back to work yet. Family comes first.

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@/HenryCavill: I love my wife @Y/nCavill and my gorgeous daughter Penelope, the exact double of me I must say (sorry babe) I also love the people who support me, and it hurts me to say that it’s a minority of you that seem to keep harassing my family. Please respect our lives, not only has our relationship been through enough, but our privacy has been violated more than enough times. Enough is enough.

>> @/jellyjumpbean: What sorta losers are still hating on them?! Can we please grow up and stop being delusional, the man is happy with his own family now. None of then deserve this abuse and especially not little Penelope who hasn’t even been here 5 minutes

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@/Dcornarvel: Y/n is absolutely growing post pregnancy, you would never guess that she’s edging 30, Henry is one lucky man for real

>> @/HenryCavill: That I am. Thank you very much my friend ♥️

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Taglist Tags (Form is up there^^): @fdl305 @alexxavicry @bookfrog242 @alina02 @aerangi @i-beg-your-pardon-laufeyson @sparklemarysunshine @oliviah-25 @mischiefhasbeenmanaged @nikkitc0703 @misshale21 @hallecarey1 @girl-of-multi-fandoms @mansaaay @princess-paramour @stormcloudss @uwiuwi @marvelgurl @taramaria @mysticfalls01 @kebabgirl67 @athena-roy @tinyelfperson @madebylilly @dumb-fawkin-bitch @vrittivsanghavi @beck07990 @kimhtoo17 @thereisa8ella @pandaxnienke @marvelstarker-mha98

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry cavill one shot #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fandom

[serenelia]

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟ

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ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴀᴍᴏᴜᴄʜᴇ/ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Content includes: SFW, mild mentions of blood, vampire kinks, mentioned vampire Harbingers though only slight (it's gonna look like a Childe fic at first but trust me, I'm not writing for his ginger ass anytime soon), ball room dancing that's probably all over the place.

Scroll away if you don't entertain any au's regarding vampires, witches, and hunters. Also this is quite long, almost two-thousand and five hundred words, grab a snack!

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In a distant, secluded land, lays a splendid manor. Filled with guests, ranging from vampires and humans alike, all under the gaze of stars that mimic splatters of white paint scattered across a canvas, they glimmer and shine in the moonless night. Leaves entranced by the soft touches of the wind, sway according to its direction.

A melodious tune of a violin accompanied by a piano reaches the ears of laughing guests, played by the two pale men situated in the middle of the ballroom, wearing well-tailored suits, both playing their mastered instruments, each movement effortless as they played, gaining the attention of almost everyone inside.

A beautiful young-lady stood out from the rest, wearing a luxurious gown, one would think it was embroidered by the gods themselves. It twinkles with every step she makes, matching with the hat veil covering half of her face. Heads turn as she steps inside the luxurious manor, taking the breath of almost every attracted man and jealous woman away.

Her eyes dart across the room, exchanging pleasant smiles with everyone who was courageous enough to lock eyes with her intimidating gaze. Her heels clacking against the marble floor, the light from the chandelier illuminates her figure even more so as she crosses the center of the room, the other guests attention stolen from the musicians who were to engrossed in their own music to notice their gazes drifting away.

From across the ballroom, a group of dark dressed people started whispering among themselves. A tall man with a slender figure spoke up first, “Looks like I’ve found my main “food” for entertainment for the night,” He says with a whistle, eyes quickly moving to his companions in search for support, “Get it? Like “food” as in-”

“You better shut your mouth if you’re considering continuing that sentence.” The much taller woman threatens, raising the wine glass in her hand above his head.

The tall man immediately takes a step back, “Woah, no need to be so irritated first thing in the night! What’s a little comradery between us Harbingers?” He carps, shaking his head with fake disappointment.

“Oh, cut the crap, number 11. I’d rather starve and decay than be anything more than a business partner with you,” the shorter man grumbles, boring holes in the latter’s head.

The ginger-haired man frowns and turns to look at him after seeing the woman nod along, “Really? You’re still holding that over my head?”

The short-tempered man didn’t bother responding, focusing his attention on something much more worthwhile his attention. Surveying the rest of the room from where he stands, the mysterious woman “number 11” mentioned appeared to be looking at their direction after crossing the center of the room. Most of her features being hidden due to the shadow of the balcony above, so he couldn’t make a guess who she was.

But before he could even start guessing at all, the annoying one disrupts, “Ooh, would you look at that, a pretty little woman looking right at your direction, would you dare?” he muses from beside him. Scaramouche turns to glare at him, but immediately regrets it when he’s faced with Childe’s eat-shitting grin, “Do you know her?” He asks instead.

Childe looks back at him, “Me? Oh, no, if I did, I would’ve left you guys here as soon as she came in. I’m sure her company would be more worth my time.” He comments with a snort.

Scaramouche returns his gaze to the woman upon hearing his “No,” finding her to have already left her previous spot and headed for the food on the table near where they’re standing. Upon realizing this, he felt his eye twitch.

As if feeling his bruised ego, Childe whispers to him with a sigh, “Maybe your charms just didn’t work on her,” patting his shoulder with a plastered smile on his features.

He had to grit his teeth near breaking point to avoid punching him.

Resorting to a more tamed option, Scaramouche pushes his hand off his shoulder, giving him the fiercest glare he could muster. “I’d like to see you make an attempt. After all, I think I’d prefer to eat stale food than give you a try too,” He gave a snarky remark. A small but victorious smirk grew on his face after seeing Childe’s face drop.

“Well, I doubt anyone would be willing to give me a pass when you’re next to me, the choice is obvious, don’t you think?” Childe replies, expression quickly transitioning to a smug one, almost too smug for his liking.

Before Scaramouche could even rebut, Childe already slid past him and made way to approach the lady. He wishes he could watch him make a fool out of himself, yet as he turns to glance behind him, Signora was already staring at him with a repulsed look, head tilted to the side. Scaramouche walks away from the scene filled with resent.

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A half-eaten sweet in one hand, a ginger-haired man kissing the other, [Name] stands frozen in front of the table filled with food (thankfully they actually provided water and actual wine this time, she doesn’t think she can stomach accidentally drinking blood again), eyes wide and mouth agape. She lowers her gaze to look at the stranger, who has a ghost of a pleased smile on his face, “I apologize for the abrupt greeting, fair maiden. I simply could not take my eyes off of you,” He says and stands upright. [Name] lets her eyes wander his features, trying to recognize him from somewhere if she could.

She gulps down the remaining food in her mouth before speaking, “Good evening, dear Sir, may I inquire who you may be?” Ever so slowly moving her hand away from his mouth.

He might be one of those vampires that prefer blood from the wrist.

“Tartaglia, Eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers- but you may call me “Childe” instead.” The stranger replies, holding a polite smile. “And you must be..?”

Well, there goes her plan of avoiding that one particular party for the night.

Was her get up too eye-catching?

Seriously, how unlucky is she going to be tonight? Please get at least get one vampire back home!

“..My name is [Name], it’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir Childe.” [Name] bobbed a curtsy to him, and he reciprocates by bowing as well. Finally letting go of her hand.

The Harbingers… A bunch of royal skinned vampires ganged up together. She’s never heard of any members’ names in it nor its organization (she doesn't really bother herself with it), but that didn’t mean she wanted to know either.

“I could say the same to you as well, Lady [Name]. It’s a privilege to be able to meet such a magnificent lady such as yourself in this fine night. If I may ask, what brings you here?” Childe asks after correcting his posture, his smile noticeably widening after seeing her flash a strained smile.

[Name] averts her eyes for a quick moment, appearing to be flustered, “Oh, I came here in my fathers stead. It was originally suppose to him as he has a meeting with one of the figures here, unfortunately, something happened to him that required a last minute switch.” She manages to lie, perhaps she should’ve prepared herself a bit more. The last time she went in an event like this to hunt, none of them even bothered to talk to her.

“Oh?” Childe muses, tilting his head as his eyes stare curiously at her.

She takes a deep breath, “It would’ve done him good to let it be yet, he insisted someone to go as it’s offensive to appear unattended despite his perfect reason for missing the event.” She sulks, furrowing her eyebrows for effect.

The gentleman laughs, “It certainly is- well, for some at least.” He says, eyes lingering from her eyes to her gloved hand. “But I wouldn’t call it “unfortunate” for the most part, I say it must be pretty lucky that fate allowed us to be here together?” Childe adds, his voice going an octave lower.

[Name] catches where his gaze lingers, and a ghost of a smirk creeps up her face. “I dare say it must be, Sir Childe, I couldn’t think I could be any less lucky of having met you.” She says, biting back the tone of sarcasm she wishes to add.

Alright, so he is one of those vampires. Should she go to the bathroom to apply the drug now or later? He looks like someone impatient.

His eyes light up at that, “I am delighted to hear you agree, Lady [Name]!” Childe exclaims with a grin, and as he was about to add to the conversation, the lights in the room suddenly go dark, all except for a spot in the middle. The musicians playing the terrible music from before paused their playing, taking the noise from the other guests with them, making the entire room ghost quiet.

[Name] squints her eyes at the obvious trap, if they wanted people to engage in a ballroom dance, they should’ve just switched the tune of to something more mellow. She could see some people already nudging their partner for a dance, some formed a circle outside the light, anxiously looking at one another, waiting for a brave couple to steal the show. She sighs, now all that’s missing are some people who are willing enough to have everyone’s eyes on them-

“Well, seeing as they’re all basically staring at us,” Childe turns his attention back to [Name], reaching a hand out. “Lady [Name], would you like a dance?”

[Name] felt her world turn cold at his invitation, she hasn’t dance in almost a year, but she couldn’t just refuse him for the sake of her dignity. Her mission is on the line! “With pleasure,” she says through a forced smile. Ignoring the amount of eyes boring into her head as she takes his hand, cold sweat dripping down her back.

Quiet whispers and murmurs follow their every step, with Childe still wearing his signature smile, her hand in his, he couldn’t be more pleased.

They both reach the main spotlight in the room, placing themselves in front of the other. Once again, they did their own respective curtsies to one another, and soon after, the music starts.

Childe took a step forward, gaze never leaving hers as he places a hand to her waist, and [Name] had to resist the urge to move away. Placing a hand to his shoulder, maintaining her small smile to avoid accidentally offending him. Any moment he might rip her head off… probably.

Their bodies sway to the music, Childe looking as carefree as always, not minding the stares of multiple people right at him. Looking almost happy to be in the situation, a total contrast to [Name].

Step to the right, a step to the left.

Feet in their proper position.

Shifting weight equally to avoid slipping.

..ok, she’s got this.

Her dress follows her every movement perfectly, enhancing her enchanting looks even further he takes a step back and spun herself around, earning some amazed gasps from people around, including her dance partner. He looks almost pleased at seeing her move so gracefully. She only shyly smiles back as she held his hands once more.

Taking a step back once again, [Name] only manages to complete half of her spin when she almost collides with Childe, much to his fault for not letting go of her hands when she clearly gave him the cue to. Their faces mere inches away from each other, she could feel his breath tickle her cheek, and from this distance she could clearly see the missing shine in his eye. Her own breath got caught in her throat, but before she could ponder over it, he swiftly spins her back around to her original position from before, lifting his hand above her to let her move freely.

[Name] manages to maintain her poker face as she’s spun back around, but couldn’t shake the odd feeling in her chest. Almost as if something is about to go wrong.

Her gaze nervously alternates between his eyes and his face, Childe stays silent, “Your eyes..” She starts, her voice barely above a whisper.

He hums, both of them stepping forward before spinning around to switch their positions, “They’re.. unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” She continues, still entirely unsure whether to continue asking or not. Would she be suspicious if she did? Or would she be even more suspicious if she didn’t?

“Oh, that,” Childe chuckles, not letting his gaze on her ethereal face falter. “I’ve had it ever since I can remember.” She nods and spins around again, expecting him to do the same as before and so he did. Maneuvering her close to him with their hands still intertwined before letting go of the one held behind her waist to let her continue spinning to end up to his other side.

“I have a question,” Childe spoke up once they started to walk in a circle with their hands on each other’s waists, [Name] couldn’t see his face from this angle, so she had to stare at the people looking at them. Finding them dancing along, but farther away, as if afraid to even be near their presence.

She raises a brow at that, “What do you wish to know?” [Name] replies to him.

Childe asks, “When was the last time you danced in public like this?”

[Name] felt her blood run cold at the out-of-the-blue question, should she be honest? No, if she raised even more suspicion later on, he’d be able to connect the dots. “A while ago, why do you ask?” She answers, ending up with a plausible half-truth.

They stopped walking and each took a step outside of their makeshift circle with their hands out, [Name] spun herself around to land herself back to his arms, her back to his chest, “I just couldn’t help but notice how you were pretty nervous when we started.” He says, tone friendly as it had been in the first time, but she couldn’t help but feel offended. Was it necessary to point it out?

She smiles through her mild annoyance as she lands back to his chest after repeating the step, “Ah, please excuse my disgraceful dancing, I don’t usually go out as much as other women do.” She rolls her eyes, thankful for the veil covering half of her face.

Looking down, [Name] sees Childe’s shadow shake it’s head, “No, no, I didn’t mean it like that at all. In truth, I find it impressive to know you’re quick to recall the dance.”

She forces out a chuckle and steps back to repeat the step from before, placing her hands out for him to hold as she lightly spun herself around.

To be honest, she’s a little surprised herself too. The last ballroom dance she actually danced in was almost a year ago, she had to stop attending since they were getting too suspicious with the missing vampires every event held in this manor. It would be very bad if they found out about her.

Still, the place didn’t really change much since her last visit, it was still irritatingly bright and the food was still too stale for her. Did they only consider vampire and dead humans in their guest list?

And speaking of vampires, he… wait- why am I falling?

Her heart stopped beating as she looses her footing from the loss of support, it felt as if time had stopped as she felt herself descend ever so slowly onto the ground. Her hands continue to try and search for his hands, but she only grasped at air.

That was, until hands swiftly intertwined with hers again. Their bodies collide softly against each other, her heart threatening to burst out her chest at the split second fall.

Had this egotistic of a man forgotten to catch her all of a sudden? What if she actually fell!

She clasps their hands together (wishing she could break it there and then) and glares at the ground, pretending it was him, “Well, I certainly know a certain someone who forgot a portion of the dance.” [Name] swallows the tone of grumbling in her voice as much as she can, preparing to show him a frown as he spins her around once more, like a ballerina in a music box.

Except this time, instead of catching a glimpse of the ginger-hair she knows of, what she saw was unfamiliar indigo-colored hair.

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This is probably gonna take 2 more parts, since I plan to... never mind. Hope you enjoyed reading though!

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

#fanfic #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin impact #wanderer #ballroom #ballroom dancing #harbingers #scaramouche #childe #scaramouche x reader #vampire au #witch hunter #witch reader

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 10

chapter 18:

1. remus is just free to exist around sirius. every mention of that makes me HURT

2. and i know that remus sets/asks sirius to break boundaries but i LOVE sirius setting his about remus not fucking around with memories because he has issues with that

3. AWWW another wolfstar kiss! i’ll never get used to these

4. omg the wolfstar neck kisses are making ME realize how much i miss neck kisses. honestly, straight up, those are better than sex

5. nooo baby! i’m so sorry that sirius was made into a sex symbol of sorts for the hallow. that sucks. no one deserves that, especially not a child (when it began occurring for him)

6. it hurts that james knows he wouldn’t kill for his own sake, and he’s only killing to protect regulus and get him out of here

7. “Really, James takes great pride in the fact that no one annoys Regulus like him.” LMAO

8. “Blinking violently, James clears his throat and says, "Oh, yes, keep talking about math. There's absolutely nothing more attractive. You're a swot. If you tell me what the mitochondria is, I'm not sure I'll be able to restrain myself."” ASLDJFKDHDKSJNSMSN LOSING MY SHIT

9. wait. hold up. regulus used to write poetry about james. holy shit. i love this development so much

10. PETER!!!!!!!

11. 😧 reg is mad at james and all he wants to do is put a knife to james’ throat and hope he moans. holy fuck “So exposed to violence that it's even starting to blend with sex.” that’s both a wild thought and a sad thought

12. GOD regulus doesn’t trust james, but he trusted evan. that hurts like a motherfucking truck

13. god it hurts that vanity, peter, and the others can’t all survive. they don’t deserve this

chapter 19:

1. VANITY!! babbyyyy she’s gonna die nooooo

2. the ant juice to keep her warm 😟😟

3. 😬 they’re gonna make a bridge. i’m not sure about that. that worries me. and peter lighting the fires. this entire thing is gonna end with one of james’ allies dead

4. “”Oh, and the 'best friend's brother, secret history, forbidden love' way also.”” 😭😭😭 not vanity’s description of jegulus

5. vanity asking about what sex is like and james IMMEDIATELY shutting her down 😭😭

6. being scared about the bug- i’m with james on this one.

7. 😧😳 omg not dylan, peter, AND irene. (NO SHAME OR JUDGMENT ON MY BEHALF) holy shit.

8. 😭😭😭 i love when any one of the tributes talks to the sky to talk to their mentors, friends, or family

9. irene and james betting on a jealous regulus 😭😭😭

10. the bridge worked. i’m honestly so shocked

11. this bug (vespa) is stressing me tf out

12. about the bug, vanity is like 🩷😊✨🪲 and james is like 😟😬🙅🏽‍♂️

13. i’d like to make the guess now: autistic vanity

14. not james being turned on by reg talking mean to him. this is ridiculous 😭😭

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #fanfic #jegulus #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #vanity #peter pettigrew #irene #crimson rivers

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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 11

Chapter 10 Chapter 12

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. ANGST. Dirty talk, mentions of grief and violence. Soft Loki, Jealous Loki

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. It has been a week since the dust up with Loki and you are not sure how much more you can take.

Word Count: 3,939k

Masterlist

A/N: I'm sorry it's been so long! My family are my opps. I will try to update this a little quicker, I'm excited to see where these two go. A little something something before we get into the nitty gritty. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs!

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“I hate it when Mom and Dad fight,” Sweetie muttered, just loud enough for your benefit. You ignored her just as you ignored the rest of the staff all week. They weren’t stupid, they could pick up on the tension between you and Loki. 

You weren’t ignoring him, not completely. He’d throw too big of a temper tantrum. But he was also unwilling to talk about what happened when you saw Thor. You just wanted him to budge, even a little.

He had forced you to confront things you hadn’t been ready to. Forced to draw out those deep grooves in your heart and put them up to a mirror in all its ugly glory. You cried in front of him. Bared your soul and body to him in a way you never had before. And what did he do? Completely shut you out.

You couldn’t survive in half a relationship. So sue you. You weren’t a half measure type of person. You loved and hated in absolutes. You didn’t know how to give up. It was why you were still looking for your family five years later with all evidence pointing to the inevitable truth: Thanos snapped them away.

Your heart cracked thinking of such a thing. That they were just…gone. There was no body to bury, no tomb to mourn. You couldn’t accept it yet. You couldn’t look your siblings in the eyes and tell them that there was no hope left to give.

So no. You weren’t giving up on Loki and you didn’t care how old he was, how powerful, or how much he considered himself a god. He would have to use his big boy words. 

“Sweetie, I’m expecting a visitor today. Please make sure to notify me,” you said. It wasn’t her job, but you smiled at her so that she got the message. 

“Do we need to Parent Trap them?” Honey asked, not bothering to be subtle. She sat with her usual suspects hunched over cups of coffee, bottles of water or juice, and random pastries. 

You grabbed your coffee, unable to fight the smile at the reference. Movies were something you all enjoyed once coming to Earth. As far as being stranded, it wasn’t that bad of a place to be. You all have torn through plenty of movies so far, Parent Trap being among the favorites. You were still shocked that the little girl wasn’t a real life twin. 

You walked over to the table while the group looked at you expectantly. Some leaned forward as if you were going to share something juicy. Others looked almost genuinely worried for you. You hated the pity. You didn’t owe them an explanation. 

“The saboteur has been too quiet lately, so make sure you keep your eyes peeled. This person likes to watch the chaos from the front seat,” you said. You smiled when they groaned and leaned back. 

“Princesa, please! We cannot live like this!” Honey said, her face scrunching up comically into a heartbroken frown. 

“You make it sound like we’re in Hel,” you said and chuckled. 

“He’s miserable without you,” Sugar said. 

You took a sip of coffee to stop yourself from going on a rant. You were their boss, not their friend. Though, some dark pleasure rippled through you at the thought of him suffering. You hoped your scent still lingered in his bed. The gods knew that you tossed and turned in your bed thinking of him between your legs.

And…that was enough of that thinking. You took a deep breath. “Loki is a god, as he likes to remind us. He’s fine,” you said.

They didn’t believe you. You didn’t give a shit. You had more pressing matters to worry about. Like supply requests and restock. A prickling awareness settled over you and you straightened up. 

Eyes snapped towards the door. This was all so dreadfully dramatic. You turned towards the door and saw Loki looking as delicious as ever. He couldn’t be that miserable and still look that damn good. It was unfair. His hair should be messy, clothes unkempt. Something. 

Your eyes skittered over his before you looked away. It still hurt too much that he didn’t trust you with the truth. And you weren’t the begging type. So you walked over to him. “Loki,” you said with a nod.

“Is it me or is it fucking icy right now?” You heard somewhere behind you.

“Mom and Dad need to figure it the fuck out,” you heard as well. 

“Darling, good morning,” he said. He stood and stared at you, making it hard for you to deny that there was anything amiss. He also blocked the damn door. 

“Morning,” you said, nodding towards the door. Loki dug his hands in his pockets. You glared at him but his face didn’t change. Nothing about him did. Your hand was beginning to shake. You longed to run your hands through his hair, pull him to you, and demand kisses and smiles. 

The staff was right, this was icy. Nothing like the heat and passion he was capable of. You moved to walk past him and he cut you off.

“We have to talk about the VIP list tonight,” he said. There. A wince. A crack. A glimpse into that stormy brain of his. 

“Well in hand, Loki,” you said. You smiled, turned around and bowed for the audience. “And scene. Back to work, you bunch of lazies,” you said. The tension in the room melted a fraction before you shoved past Loki and out into the hallway.

Loki trailed behind you. He made no sound but you were attuned to him like never before. You were always aware of him before. How he moved, how he talked, that smile that never failed to trick and tease. But it was amplified now. As if invisible strings connected the both of you. 

“Darling, stop,” Loki said. You took a deep breath at his deep timbre. That voice. Hell, let’s be honest. Everything about him drove you crazy. And you had resisted for five long, beautiful, torturous years. It was hard to quit cold turkey. 

Still you marched down the hallways towards your office. You weren’t going to make a scene here. 

Loki’s strong fingers wrapped around your arms, pulling you to a halt. You swung your arms wide, careful to avoid any slippage of your coffee. You growled, facing Loki finally. 

“You’re such a child,” you hissed. 

“You’re the one ignoring me like one,” he said. 

“I’m not ignoring you, I’m busy. Work, remember? The thing you hired me for?” You asked.

“Fine, then you’re fired,” he said.

You giggled. You immediately shut up because it wasn’t funny, not at all. You drank your coffee to hopefully scald your throat and prevent you from letting any more giggles escape. You weren’t done being angry. 

“You won’t even look at me anymore,” he whispered. His hand left your arm and he brought it to your face. He stopped before touching you and you finally looked into his eyes. The sight nearly robbed you of breath.

Away from prying eyes, he let you see the raw pain. The whites of his eyes were wide, mouth straining, jaw clenching. 

“Ready to talk about why you blew up at me?” You asked. 

“I already said–” 

“I have things to do, Loki,” you said. You turned on your heel. Turned away from that look in his eyes. If you stared too long, you’d cave. And you didn’t want to. You did the work and now he had to as well. 

Loki didn’t leave it there. He followed you to your office where he waited for you to settle behind your desk. He leaned into the doorframe, watching your every move. You moved a pen here, opened a folder there. But there was no way you were getting work done while he was here. His presence made your brain foggy and hands shake. 

Finally, the mounting pressure got to you. You slammed your hands on the desk and looked at him. “Why are you still here?” You asked.

He crossed his arms and took a deep breath. “I don’t like that you’re mad at me. Not when we’ve come so far,” he said. 

You leveled him with a stare. “This is on you. You love to talk but won’t talk about this. With me,” you said. 

“That’s not it,” he said with a scowl. 

“If you won’t talk, I don’t know what to think,” you said.

His jaw flexed more as he spoke. You’d give anything to know what he was thinking, what he was running through his mind. 

“Believe it or not, I have a hard time admitting faults,” he said, chuckling to cover what he said. 

“So you can stick your dick in my mouth but can’t tell me what’s on your mind?” You asked.

“Don’t be so crass,” he said. 

You’d have to be the bigger person here. Which you hated. But you took a deep breath and looked skyward, praying to the gods and ancestors in Valhalla for strength. “I told you no more running. I meant it. But as much as you say otherwise, I need this to be as equal as possible. You cannot demand everything from me and give none of yourself,” you said. 

“People are entitled to lick some wounds in private,” he said. 

“I’m not asking for every detail of your sordid history. I just want to know why you blew up at me. I only asked about why you didn’t want to speak to Thor,” you said.

Loki finally looked away from you, drawing his eyes downward. He frowned as he picked at an invisible lint on his jacket. “I can’t,” he said, with a sniff. He looked back at you briefly. 

You slowly nodded. “At an impasse, then. Get out, Loki,” you said. Your voice sounded tired to your own ears. You were weary, downtrodden. Maybe it was unfair to demand so much from him, something he clearly didn’t want to talk about. 

You had enough on your plate without worrying about Loki and his moods. You had decided over the course of the week that it hadn’t been a mistake sleeping with him. You had known bliss in his arms and that couldn’t really be a mistake. It just likely wasn’t going to happen again anytime soon. Not while he held on to whatever the fuck was preventing him from speaking. 

Never one to listen, Loki approached your desk. He leaned over it, planting his hands on it and leaning further still. His hair dropped forward like a curtain pulling open for a dramatic scene. His face could technically qualify as a dramatic scene. So many lines and planes, mouth made for sin and eyes dancing with mischief. 

“Darling, please. I–” he paused and just looked at you. His eyes moved, taking in your face. You didn’t know how you looked to him. Just another angry and bitter lover? A messy subordinate with a mouth that gave as good as it got? A once irreparably damaged Asgardian without a clue in the world? 

“I don’t like this between us. I finally got you in my arms, in my bed. I finally got a peek inside and it feels like you’ve closed the doors forever,” he said. 

“You’re the one unwilling to walk through it,” you said, softly. 

“And have you told me everything then? Every dark and horrible secret in your past? Like where you run off to every few months, disappearing at the drop of a hat? Every scar on your skin?” 

Your heart roared in your chest. It beat wildly, thumping against your rib cage. “You should know that I’ve shared far more than I ever cared to with you,” you said. You thought back to the day in his office when you finally let yourself feel. 

For the first time in a long time, you stopped disassociating. Stopped trying to hold it all in. You stopped trying to take flight while your feet were planted on the ground. And he helped you. 

“If you want to know where I disappear off to, I’ll tell you. It’s no secret. But only if I get to demand something too. Only if you let me in,” you said. 

“Ask me for anything else,” he whispered. His voice was so soft, softer than a raven’s wing. He rounded the desk and moved to stand in front of you. He got to his knees and looked at you. He was still damn tall, practically eye level with you. 

He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. “Ask me for anything else and I’ll give it. But not that,” he said. 

He kept his eyes on your hand, his lips resting softly against it. You brought your other hand to push his hair behind his ear. “That is my price, Loki.” 

He loosed a breath while your phone rang. The damn thing was still foreign, even after five years. You answered it. The front desk host let you know that your visitor was here. 

You pushed your chair back away from Loki and moved around him. He said nothing and made no noise while you left the room. Your heart felt like a rock in your chest. Each step you took from him felt like lead in your shoes. 

Still, you marched on. You walked to the front and greeted the Asgardian tracker you hired. He was impossibly tall, taller than Loki even. With smooth bronzed skin, short hair, but a host of tattoos criss crossing his bare arms. You didn’t know how he wasn’t freezing in this type of climate, but well, you weren’t going to complain. 

“Erik!” You said, wide grin splitting your face and you hugged him. 

He turned when he saw you, grinning. His smile was so heartbreaking. Why couldn’t you be head over heels for someone like him? He held on a second too long, having last seen him months ago. 

You grew up with Erik in your village on Asgard, running through the streets and getting into all kinds of trouble together. You had entertained something between you many, many years ago, but it was clear that you were better off as friends. You had already given your heart away a long time ago. 

You sat on a lounge chair in the front and tried to temper your expectations. But hope was a cruel thing. It cropped up, over and over no matter how many times you tried to squash and burn it within you. Erik settled next to you, but he wasn’t smiling. 

“No word yet on your family. The universe is very large,” he said. 

You nodded. You figured as much. You tried to hold it together, but throwing that door open within you opened yourself to it all. You felt the tears but you weren’t completely transformed. You blinked them away and squared your shoulders.

“I have people on it though. They’re out there,” he said. 

You shook your head. “They’re not.” You took a shuddering breath at that realization. Five years was too long to keep searching for people that clearly weren’t here, wasn’t it? The fall of Asgard had to have spread by now. For half of life to be eradicated, even people who had never heard of Thanos likely knew his name now. 

If not, well, they knew that those people were gone. Vanished from their lives. Turned to dust and never to be seen again. If Thor was here, all hope was truly lost. The Avengers he so affectionately ran with over the years had gone all but silent. If they were hopeless… 

“Perhaps it’s time to involve Heimdall,” Erik said.

You shushed him. You didn’t need that man turning his gaze on you. He was so eerie, seeming to know so many things. His eyes, like galaxies, were far wiser than your age. 

“I can’t. I can’t just walk up to him and ask. Maybe it’s time to call it,” you said. You didn’t want to say it. That same crack in your chest split wide open at the thought of stopping your search.

Erik grabbed your hand. “Hey, I’m not giving up,” he said. 

You patted his hand. “I’ve taken enough of your time. You have more important people to track down,” you said. Your voice warbled. You hated this. This was why you kept this shit locked away and buried at sea. 

“No one is more important than your family. They’re my family too,” he said. He scooted closer to you and drew you into his arms. You greedily took the comfort. He was always so warm and solid, giving the best hugs you’d ever known. 

“My, Darling, who’s your friend?” Loki’s voice cut into what had been a sweet and peaceful moment. 

You cracked one eye open, trying to disengage from Erik. But he was slower to let you go. He hadn’t missed the deadly tone of Loki’s voice. Where the hell did he come from anyway? 

Erik stiffened, turning fully around to face the larger threat. Loki had a devilish smile on his face, but his eyes were seething. 

“Loki, this is Erik,” you said. Before you could explain further, Erik stood up and blocked your view of Loki for a moment. Erik held out his hand and Loki shook it, keeping that smile on his face.

“Erik, haven’t seen you around,” Loki said. His eyes slid towards you and you inwardly groaned. 

“Erik has–” 

“I pop in every few months to check in on her,” Erik said. 

“Every few months? Really?” Loki smiled at you. Shit, shit. 

“He’s–” 

“Any friend of Darling’s a friend of mine,” Loki said. 

You narrowed your eyes at Loki. You didn’t know what game he was playing but you weren’t in the mood. “Erik has been looking into something for me. Right, Erik?” You stood up and nudged his shoulder to agree with you. His eyes were still trained on Loki. What was this, a fucking pissing match? 

“I was just telling Darling that I’d like to meet more of her friends. We see so little of them,” Loki said. He sauntered around Erik, putting his arm around you. “I like to make sure she’s happy. Always.”

Your eyes bugged out of your head. Erik took in Loki’s arm around you and lifted an eyebrow. “Keeping secrets, are we?” Erik asked. He crossed his arms and stared at you, putting you on the spot.

You licked your lips slowly, trying to describe what you and Loki were to each other. Boyfriend? Boss? Occasional sadistic charmer? 

Loki hugged you close and you looked at him. He smiled at you, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Didn’t tell him about me? I’m a little hurt,” Loki said. Still with that damn smile. You were starting to panic. You might’ve been a little afraid of what he’d do. 

Loki moved his right hand to lift up your chin and plant a small, but sultry kiss to your lips. You gasped and he drank it down with a low hum. “Always so private,” he said against your lips.

You were going to murder him. Your hands itched with magic dancing between your fingertips. A dagger? A sword? You were going to cut him down where he stood. 

“Erik, he’s–” 

“Loki, of Asgard, everyone knows,” Erik said. He raised his eyebrow at you but you didn’t know what he was trying to communicate. 

“Will you two shut the fuck up?!” You yelled. You drew the attention of some patrons who cast little glances towards you. The host stood in the corner with a few staff members, Honey among them, as they stared at all three of you. They saw the kiss. Your shoulders deflated. There went the little bit of respect you had around here. 

“Erik is a childhood friend who has been looking for my family. They went on a trip when the Snap happened so I don’t know if they’re out there, looking for us, or if they’re gone,” your breath hitched on the word ‘gone’ but you persisted. “Loki is…Loki. We’re figuring it out. Now, say hi to Denby for me,” you said, looking at Erik who slowly smiled. 

You shoved off Loki’s arm around you. “As always, you’ve gotten what you wanted and made out like a thief,” you tossed at him. 

“You’re no better than he is,” you told Erik.

You stormed off. Leaving everyone in the dust. An ache thumped in your head. You needed away. Away from here with all of its bullshit. 

“Darling!” Loki called after you. This time, you heard his steps behind you, heard him walking down the hall. You ignored him. Your fists clenched and unclenched. Your teeth grated. You were fuming with nowhere to direct the anger.

Loki caught up to you outside of your office once more. You pushed him when he was in arm’s reach. “What the fuck was that?!” You yelled. 

You were in the back, well away from any patrons. The hallways had music playing, soft muzak that kept up the hazy and alluring vibe of the club. Each room played its own music so there was no danger of being overhead. Except the staff. You imagined the rumors flying like wildfire, distracting the staff and performers. You were going to be sick. 

“A miscalculation,” he said. 

“What?” You said. He swooped in and waved his stake in the air like you were some prize he won over a miscalculation? 

“I didn’t know about your family–” 

“You would have. I would have told you. As always, you want and you want and you-”

“I have always maintained that I want you because you’re mine,” Loki said. All sense of propriety was gone. Extra eyes be damned. He advanced on you and pushed you against the wall. 

“Completely mine. Mine to do with as I please,” he said. His lips traveled from your temple down to your neck, bypassing your lips. Your body instantly reacted. Craved him. Craved another hit of what he could bring you. 

You grabbed his jacket and turned around, pushing him against the wall. He grinned as if he won. As if you would give in and forget all about your ultimatum. You licked the long expanse of his neck and his breath fanned over your skin. 

You pulled back and smiled at him. He grinned back, hanging his head and looking up at you through his pretty eyelashes. Then you slapped the smirk right off of his face. He licked his lips as if he meant to taste the sting. You raised your arm again and he caught your wrist.

“Darling, not in mixed company,” he said. He gave you a wink. “Save it for later.” 

“You are the most arrogant, infuriating, child-like, obnoxious–”

“Do keep going,” he interrupted.

“Confusing man I’ve ever met! You irritate the fuck out of me! You…bastard,” you said. 

“I don’t know how else to be,” he said.

You yanked your wrist out of his hand. You were breathing too heavy. You couldn’t get enough air in your lungs. You wanted to smack him. You wanted to curse him. You wanted to toss him into hot lava and see if he’d melt. You wanted to kiss his stupid face. 

“We promised no lies between us. And if you can’t give me that Loki, you can’t have me.” 

He opened his mouth to say something, all hints of playfulness gone. But then the lights went out and the screaming started.

Masterlist | Chapter 10 | Chapter 12

#Megaminds Secret Files #The Secret Loki Files #Loki x Black!reader #Loki x Black reader #x Black reader #Loki x Fem!reader #Loki x Fem reader #Loki x reader #Loki x you #Loki imagine #MCU Loki #Loki #Loki of Asgard #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Odinson #Loki fanfic #Loki fanfiction #Loki fan fiction

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✦ mini masterlist: video games version

➤ info.: contains video games [pc, ps/xbox, & phone games]. requests are open [but don't forget that it can take long]. characters I write can be differ from these main games, so, always open to ask about any other games & characters apart from this list too. enjoy!

⭒ main masterlist.

✩︙call of duty

‣ simon “ghost” riley

⤹ four times ··· four times you think about how simon ghost riley will fuck you and one time he actually does. [link, one shot]

✩︙resident evil

‣ leon s. kennedy

⤹ staring ··· just a drabble. [one shot]

⤹ only I··· leon gets jealous.[one shot]

✩︙mortal kombat 1

‣ drabbles & headcanons [various]

⤹ mk1 men using their powers while f*cking you ··· [link]

⤹ how mk1 men will carry you ··· [link]

⤹ mk1 men breaking the bed/headboard while fucking you ··· [requested]

⤹ mk1 men when they get hard in public because of you ··· [link]

⤹ mk1 men show their kinks to you ··· [link]

⤹ older ··· I think I need someone older [link]

— favorite place to kiss on your body. [link]

— calling them with the nickname of “boy” [link]

— what he calls you, what you call him. [link]

— how loud they are [link]

‣ johnny cage

⤹ you’re the prettiest ··· [link]

⤹ fuck you on tropes ··· [link]

‣ lin kuei brothers

⤹ saving [kuai liang, smoke] ··· they save you from an attack of lin kuei and propose you join shirai ryu. [link, requested]

⤹ they like to share you [lin kuei brothers] ··· [1] [2]

‣ liu kang

⤹ past lover, new era ··· you’re liu kang’s past lover. [requested]

✩︙god of war

⤹ pick one pick fav [mini game, special to my bhd] ··· heimdall & kratos headcanon/imagines [link]

‣ heimdall, baldur & thor

⤹ destiny [mini series] ···  sons of odin always found it hard to come to a conclusion with the same decision but this was one different; they agreed on that they were all fucked up because when odin sent them for a mission, together; bring a goddess, who forgot about her past, back to the asgard, he just gave them description of the goddess but they never expected… you. they never expected someone who will touch their souls, bodies and minds. [plot & masterlist]

‣ heimdall

⤹ one in nine realms [mini series] ··· after atreus’ sudden disappear you decide to bring him back to home. to bring him back, you visit the asgard and so many advantures at the door. however, the most unpredictable one is to fall for odin’s right hand man, heimdall. he is something else and eventually, you find yourself wanting him to be a good boy. maybe he will listen? [1][2][3] [4][5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11]

⤹ impossible to reach [mini series, requested] ··· being both daughter of zeus and sister of kratos bring unbelievable events with them, but even them wasn’t as astonishing as falling for heimdall, the son of odin who saw you as his second wife. ragnarok is at the door, odin is ready to manipulate you, kratos is there to fight for you and atreus is being a normal teenager who gets trouble. and you – you just see only him, god of foresight. what could be worse? [plot] [1] [2]

⤹ wet dreams [oneshot, requested] ··· after a mission, heimdall and y/n travel around the realm as they get rid of the exhausting fights come within the mission. however, an accident occur and y/n falls to the water. being all wet in front of heimdall, she gives him no choice but just watch. [oneshot]

⤹ falling [oneshot, requested] ··· heimdall falling for a midgardian and being protective over her. [oneshot]

‣ oneshots, headcanons, drabbles & requests

⤹ FREYA, hate or forgive ··· no, ragnarok wasn’t any of your concern. you world already had its ragnarok when freya left you, promising to kill you because of what you did to save her. as you made your way to follow atreus’ wish, she came to your life again. but this time, you decided to give her what she deserves, even if it meant your death. [oneshot]

⤹ KRATOS ··· kratos writes about you in his journal. [oneshot]

⤹ ATREUS ··· fenrir wants to see atreus, and because of being mommy of him, you can’t stand to his sad eyes. you decide to visit atreus who is lasty seen in north side of the midgard. the little boy you saw 6 years ago is not the same and seeing him after a long time, hidden feelings come to surface.[oneshot]

⤹ THOR ··· a request from lovely anon: Could I ask for some (GOW) Thor fluff? Perhaps the (GN) reader standing up for Thor when Odin is being a dick to him?? I just feel he hasn’t heard one good word about himself in a long time. I think he needs it. [oneshot]

⤹ KRATOS, GRANDFATHER!MIMIR ··· escaping from odin’s long prison days, y/n manages to take a visit to the tree where odin kept her grandfather, mimir but there is no one. mimir is gone and now, she seeks for him as she follows trials of red colored marked man and a child [part I of II] [part II of II].

⤹ FREYR ··· kratos’ daughter find love with freya’s cute brother; freyr. [oneshot]

⤹ SINDRI ··· sindri and y/n confess to each other with help of atreus.[oneshot]

⤹ HEIMDALL··· what it would look like to have heimdall as a bff [headcanon]

⤹ HEIMDALL··· sub!heimdall [headcanon, requested]

⤹ HEIMDALL··· how heimdall would flirt with reader [headcanon, requested]

⤹ HEIMDALL··· jealous!heimdall who shows his jealousy to the reader [oneshot, requested]

⤹ GOW CHARACTERS··· where gow characters like to kiss reader the most [headcanon] – when they see you covered in blood [headcanon] – when they meet someone smaller than them [headcanon, requested]

✩︙star wars jedi: fallen order

‣ cal kestis

⤹ little touches ··· you and cal are sharing lots of touches that seem little to you in the first place but they begin to grow from just little to something more. [link, one shot]

✩︙king’s choice

⤹ a night in the kingdom ··· a sweet night with your right-hand man, Lance [oneshot]

⤹ from sweet to hot ··· as being the new queen of the island, y/n, has some sweet moments with her inventor, darren, but sweet moments turn into hot ones. [oneshot]

⤹ become queen of the kingdom ··· y/n take throne to rule the kingdom. she has enemies that want take her down from the throne but her unique knights and especially lovers always watch her back. however, things begin to change when a certain threat to the kingdom come to the light. now, y/n should be careful. she can’t trust anyone that easily. those who are able to gain her trust will fight by her side; knights and lovers. [plot]

VISIONSOFMAGIC, 2024. 🍏

#🍏 mini masterlist: video games version #☁ enjoy! #― contains: #god of war #gow x reader #gow masterlist #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 x reader #mk1 masterlist #call of duty #cod x reader #cod masterlist #star wars jedi: fallen order #sw x reader #sw masterlist #resident evil #re x reader #re masterlist #king's choice #god of war: ragnarok #mortal kombat #resident evil masterlist

[the-crustation-sensation]

Hobie Brown x reader hcs! (SFW and NSFW)

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Hobie Brown x !GN! Reader 

(One hc is specifically x !black! Reader, but these are for anyone :D)

(I absolutely hate it when writers specify any part of the readers appearance/personality, so I left everything open-ended)

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Mans Like 6’4 so im Just assuming theres no way you’d be taller than him. If your short (like 5”2-5”6) hee does that tall person thing where he puts his elbow on the top of your head, if your average height (5”7-5”11) then he puts it on your shoulder 

He hates labels, especially in relationships, he thinks it’s just another way box people in. With that said he would never call his SO “my boyfriend/girlfriend/partner” he thinks the whole “girlfriend/boyfriend etc” thing is so cliche

Going off of that one, he knows he loves you, so he doesn’t feel the need to box you guys into a label, bc you both know what you have so who cares what others think 

Once you start something serious, he has a never ending flow of nicknames/pet names (luv, doll/dollface, my girl/my boy/my love, darling, sweets, etc etc) (also him being bri’ish adds to this)

I feel like instead of “boyfriend/girlfriend/partner” he’d say “my girl/my boy/my love” 

I feel like he doesn’t get “jealous” per say, bc your relationship is built off of trust, he trusts you completely and trusts that you would never cheat on him or smth like that

HOWEVER, there are his moments, people staring at you (obviously checking you out) or a friend getting too touchy, it would bother him but he’s not one to make a big scene.

He’d probably just put his arm around you while your taking to your friend, or his hand in your back pocket (he fucking loves walking around with his hand in your back pocket) and if it’s some random stranger making you uncomfortable, he’d just put his arm around you and walk away, shooting them a death glare.

I think as a fandom we’ve all agreed this man has no sense of personal space (you love your personal space, and so does he) he’d be so touchy 24/7 (if your comfortable with it) weather it’s having his arm on your shoulder, holding your hand, or just putting his hand on your thigh when you sit down, he loves any contact with you whatsoever 

No bc just imagine it’s a long day after work (or after a mission if your a spider-person) and your both chilling out in his room, your reading/playing a game/doing your own thing, and all of a sudden he just puts his head in your lap and closes his eyes (SOBBING)

He feels so safe with you (yk that thing where you get tired around your SO bc you feel safe with them? Yeah that) once he gets his face buried in your thighs, head down with you playing with his hair?? Yeah no he gets so comfortable GOD HIMSELF couldn’t pull that man away (he sleeps so good fr)

This man cannot cook for shit, sorry but 1. He’s British and 2. He’s poor and 3. I hc him with adhd.

The amount of times he’s fucked up the most simple recipes to oblivion is unreal. I feel like Gwen just took away his kitchen privileges completely when she started staying with him, because ISTG he burns water, because he “doesn’t believe in recipes”

I feel like he try’s his best though, like imagine one of your earlier dates and he invites you over for a ‘candlight dinner’ and I swear he tried his best to cook something nice for you but he just couldn’t. 

Just imagine he’s like “I tried my best” and puts down a plate of Burnt, rubbery spaghetti, with like a spoonful of sauce and the most unseasoned meatballs you’ve ever seen, and he’s just standing there like “🧍- do you like it?” (CRYING OVER MY OWN HC)

He’s a punk, and as a punk irl, we DIY everything, so you CANNOT tell me this man isn’t a DIY king (I will die on this hill) 

Also the amount of effort he puts in is unreal, he’s the type to make something so complicated and extravagant for you (made specifically/tailored for you!) and just giving it to you like “oh it’s just a lil something” 😭 

I feel like he almost never calls you by your real name unless it’s important, he always has some nickname for you, so you know it’s a real serious conversation when he actually calls you by your real name

He loves sour candys and pop rocks. one time in the uk I had these candies that Where like Ferrero Roche but with pop rocks in the middle instead of hazelnut, and those are his favorite candies CHANGE MY MIND

You’re def in the front row of the mosh pit at all of his shows, he makes sure of it. WITH THAT SAID he loves making direct eyecontact with you while he’s playing guitar/getting near the edge of the stage or bending down to eye level with you

(LITERALLY THIS BUT HES PLAYING GUITAR)

he absolute hates buying stuff, anything at all really because it’s just playing into capitalism (he tried to start a garden so he wouldn’t have to buy food but just didn’t have time for it) 

Going off of that he he’ll never buy you a gift, he prefers making it, OR getting it from a small business. He also loves picking up random things like cool rocks or shiney bottle caps and giving them to you (he’s a crow change my mind)

Again, I hc him with adhd, so I feel like he’ll open your texts and forget to reply to them for hours on end sometimes, then he’s getting into bed and realizes he left you on read for hours and will just call you apologizing. (ESPECIALLY IF YOUR AN OVERTHINKER, HE WOULD FEEL SO BAD 😭)

More on adhd Hobie, he has little bowls strategically placed all around his house so when he gets home he can just drop everything in them (keys, trinkets, wallet) 

And I’m just imagining you finding these bowls of seemingly random crap all around his house and being like “🧍‍♀️”

You thought I was done? No MORE adhd Hobie, he has a pair of crust punk pants (they absolutely REEK, but that’s beside the point) he wore everyday for months on end, and he says it’s “to punk them up” but really it was just because 1. He forgot to pick out a different outfit and 2. He barely had any other clean clothes

Unrelated but I feel like he has a bonnet that’s red with a spiderweb on it

He def has an understanding of how to do hair (also just from managing his own wicks, also he’s a grown ass adult cmon) and if your black he would totally want to help you take out/put in braids etc (I’m white but my friend came up with this hc and it’s so cute 😭)

NAH BC Just Imagine your sitting on the floor in front of him/he’s sitting on your bed, helping you take out your braids while listening to music or smth 😭

Also Just if your any race, he loves playing with your hair, it’s nonstop ISTG (if you let him)

If you dye your hair, imagine sitting on the floor of the bathroom and he’s sitting on the counter helping you dye your hair (SCREAMIBGHHWHAGAGFC)

doing that one lipstick trend on tiktok with him.

i feel like he’s the type to unironically write a love letter, like physically write out a letter

idk about y’all but I hc him as gender-fluid, bc 1. He doesn’t believe in consistency and 2. He thinks gender roles are stupid and 3. He thinks gender is a social construct put in place to control people

he just uses any pronouns bc he hates consistency (someone could address him using dick/dickself and he would respond without a blink of an eye)

he loves wearing skirts, especially at his shows just imagine him in one of those punk leather mini skirts + ripped fishnet stockings??? Actually on the floor rn

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seeing you break the rules is such a turn on for him istg, just seeing you shoplift from big corporations/jump fences etc etc, it turns him on bc he loves how wild and dangerous it feels

With that said he has a public/semi-public kink. Like teasing you in public (such as putting his hands on your thighs when you sit down, gently rubbing them and inching closer to your inner thigh) (you Literally have to grab his hand to make him stop being a lil bitch in public) 

Going off of that it gets him so hot thinking about fucking you in a semi-public space. Bathrooms, changing rooms, dressing rooms when he’s playing with his band, etc etc. when he has you bent over a counter or pushed up against the wall, covering your mouth so you don’t make too much noise?? It drives him WILD

he’s 100% a switch change my mind (he doesn’t believe in consistency??”) 

Hes down to try ALMOST anything

He loves giving and receiving head equally, and GODAMN is he good at giving, I hc he has a tongue piercing which is just chefs kiss. 

GOING OFF OF THAT AGAIN if your AMAB he’s def the type to kiss/leave hickeys on your thighs while he j!rks you off (same goes for fingering if your AFAB)

He’s into edging, giving and receiving. And he absolutely loves just edging you over and over again until your begging for it 

I feel like he’s also into light bondage, if your a spider-person he would want you to tie him up with your webs/his webs (this is your chance to edge/overstimulate him)

Nah bc overstimulating him would be so easy when he’s tied up, he would be so bratty at first but just imagine, he c!ms and you keep moving, repeat that a few times and he’s shaking, whimpering, changing colors, the works. He wasn’t sure weather he wanted to beg you to stop or beg you for more, either way he’s so mentally gone 

Kinda random but he’s a freak lowkey 

I feel like he’d also be into wax play, giving or receiving, he doesn’t care (somehow he’s a masochist and a sadist at the same time) 

He would fuck You anywhere, anytime, even if it’s just him getting on his knees in the back of HQ or in an alley somewhere to give you head, he doesn’t care 

If you’re comfortable with it, he can get pretty damn rough when he’s on top. If your both in the mood he’s definitely the type to be going at it from behind, pushing your head into the pillows with one hand and gripping your ass with the other (I saw one story I can’t find the link too where he said “your mine, fuck a label” ABSOLUTELY SCREAMING, also cannon he would say that because I said so)

He loves teasing you, whether that’s verbal, edging, or anything, he’s into it. Just imagine your face is buried in the sheets or the crook of his neck and he’s thrusting so painfully slow, or just not putting it in at all, basically laughing at your whines 

“What’s that? Hmm? Use your words love”  “what’s wrong? So fuckin’ needy you can’t speak?”  

SCREAMING 

He’s the type to finger you while your sitting in his lap, while your hanging out with friends etc

Also I feel like he’d want to have one of those remote controlled vibrators, and walk around in public/go to HQ with it in you. Seeing you try to keep it together while he’s putting it up to the highest setting gets him so hot 

if you guys are apart for an extended period of time, he would def go into a bathroom or smth and Film himself jerking off/moaning into the mic, and send it to you <3

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A/N

Guys I’m so normal about this man I promise 

I always hesitate posting my fics on anything bc I went through a big MHA phase in 2020-2021 where I posted the CRINGIEST fics

I deleted every trace of them but I’ve still never mentally recovered yk?

If you enjoyed I appreciate feedback :D 

Y’all lmk if you want more hcs bc I have more

Also my requests are always open ִ ࣪𖤐

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#into the spiderverse #spiderverse imagine #hobie my beloved #hobie atsv #hobie headcanons #across the spider verse fanart #atsv x reader #astv hobie #hobie brown #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown fanfiction #atsv #across the spiderverse #hobie x you #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #Hobie Brown x reader Headcannons

[maxislvt]

i would like to discuss the washing r’s mouth out with soap idea because DAMN. plz wanda wash my mouth out with soap and then sit on my face so all i taste is you

warnings: toxic behavior, possessive behavior, mommy kink, pet play if you squint, Stockholm Syndrome

toxic Wanda headcanons because I'm on my period and I get to spoil myself!!

You have no idea what you're getting into when you first meet her. Wanda seems so nice and gentle when you first start talking, that you ignore the tiny red flags that may pop up when you two first become friends. For a moment, you're convinced that Wanda was entirely oblivious to your feelings at first. It's hard talking to her, so you opt to make her jealous instead.

It works a lot better than you intended and Wanda is pissed. Like, drag you to another room and spend an hour giving you hickies pissed. You stupidly take this as the sign of a new relationship, but Wanda refuses to make anything official for some weeks. She goes on "dates" with other people and won't show any affection towards you.

Eventually, she makes the demand that you two won't become official until you've "cleansed yourself". You agree without even thinking about it but immediately regret when she makes you kneel on the bathroom floor and open your mouth so she can brush your teeth with soap. Wanda makes you gargle it like seven times before she's done and then she spits in your mouth. She makes up for it by giving you a bath, but she gets you dirty again because she face fucks you to finalize the process.

After that, you two have a constant on again/off again relationship. Wanda constantly blames you for it though. In her mind, the rules she makes are completely reasonable and you're just being difficult when you refuse to follow them. It's always you who comes crying back to her because you'd rather die than live without her.

It's on, then off, then on again only a few more times. After putting up with her god awful behavior enough times, you end up leaving for goods. You don't even bother telling her you've moved out. One day she comes home and it's half empty. You're lucky you don't get to see her flip her lid. She nearly destroyed the whole apartment that day.

Not that it truly matters. Wanda spends weeks stalking you. What she finds genuinely makes her sick. You're independent. Living on your own and you seem happy. Wanda doesn't know what to do with herself. You need her and she's going to remind you whether you like it or not.

Her plan is simple. Wanda shows up once you come back from work and acts like nothing happened. She pushes right into your house and suddenly it's all "oh babe, you look so tired. why don't I make you dinner today? I'm sure you forgot to eat. you're too scared to force her out and she ignores you every time you tell her to leave. Denying her doesn't work either because she's crank everything up to 11. she'll be all over talking about how much she missed you and won't ever treat you like that again.

It doesn't matter if you're not convinced because she planned on fucking you dumb and convincing you to stay with her anyway. The second she gets between your legs it's all "see, your little pussy missed my cock so much! i bet it's extra said because you tried replacing mommy with some loser who can't even fuck you half as good as I can"

You're lucky if she lets you see your friends after that. If you ever leave the house she'll put a tracker in your bag somewhere.She totally plays hero with it if you ever lose your wallet or keys because she'll just magically know where everything is

God forbid she has even the slightest physical advantage over you because she lives off of intimidating you. It's even worse because you'll grow to love it. She can toss and turn you anyway she wants and you'd be completely hopeless against her

Gaslighting 24/7. "You're hanging out with your friends more than me, why don't you just stay home tonight? You know all your friends hate me. Just stay, please?"

Oh, you fully get downgraded from partner to pet. Wanda slowly takes away your right to care for yourself. Everything from cooking to showering has to be done by her or at least with her permission. You'll be completely naked around the house and it becomes a "privilege" to sleep in the same bed as her.

Wanda loves forcing you to get body modifications too. It's just a small tattoo that says "Property of Wanda Maximoff" on your wrist. Maybe she'll force you to get matching piercings sometimes too. Anything that shows that she literally fucking owns you

Obsessed with making you cum. Like the only way you can ever get through to her is by denying her sex. Wanda has this weird thing where she can't ever force herself on to you. If you say no or can't get wet enough, she'll do absolutely anything if it means getting you to relax and go into subspace. "Please baby. Show mommy she's doing a good job and cum for me. Please? I promise I'll play nice if you do, just cum for me again."

You make the mistake of using it to get some autonomy back, but it bites you in the ass mega hard. Clothes overstimulate you now, your food doesn't taste nearly as good as Wanda's does, and you miss being on your knees for her. Of course, she rubs it in whenever you go back on the freedoms you gave yourself, but she's happy you've learned your lesson.

#panther speaks #pvntherz #wanda maximoff #toxic!wanda #panthers headcanons #wanda headcanons #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #anon

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[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Alright besties, I have finished the season, and it is time to release my episode notes. I would like to call this my

Season Three Wrapped (Spoilers, duh)

I cried a whopping 25 times this season. I cried the most as Episode Six with 11 times sobbed I mentioned Nilcent a total of 4 times I asked where Walter was 3 times I said "I can't handle this" 12 times

Episode notes below the cut

Episode One:

I cried: three times

-Oh Kristina won’t even look at him.  -Oh she’s sick’ -Well Linda’s fired up.  -“You are a piss person” YES -TAKE HIS MONEY SIMON  -boyfriend time omg  -COZY OMG  -THEY’RE SO CUTE I’M GONNA DIE  -Oh shit they’re just exposing everything damn  -No but I actually hate Linda rn tho  -No but Kristina’s problem is that she needs Erik’s death to mean something and it never will.  -STEDRIKA  -Aw poor Felice is depressed  -FINALLY SOMEONE WANTS TO MODERNIZE THE MONARCHY  -Literally fuck you Linda  -angry Simon FINALLY  -NILCENT  -KISSING IN PUBLIC  -BOYFRIEND. THEY SAID THE WORD BOYFRIEND  -OOH THEY KNEW ABOUT SARA  -FUCKING MARCUS  -PICTURES OF SIMON IN HIS ROOM OMG  -THE HEART STILL ON HIS HAND I’M DYING  -NILS MY BELOVED  -SARA STILL HAS STELLAS SWEATER IM GONNA BE SICK  -NO NOT MICKE STOP NO OMG EW NO  -I love them for having an intervention for her  -HE’S SMILING FINALLY OH MY GOD  -HES TRACING OVER THE TATTOO IM GONNA DIE  -Oh shit  -Oh shit they’re blaming wilhelm  -WHERE THE FUCK IS WALTER?  -THEY X’D ANETTE OH HELL NO  -NOT CLOSING DOWN HOLY SHIT  -my candle just blew out and I don’t think that’s a good thing.  -Why do I feel like it was Nils that came forward? 

Episode 2

I cried: two times

Are they about to have phone sex? 

Oh my god they’re having phone sex 

Jk 

Oh homophobia 

Oh Jesus these reporters keep dragging Wilhelm into this 

Oh damn Kristina is REALLY sick 

And she really doesn’t want to talk to Wille damn 

Farima is more of a mother to Wilhelm than Kristina is 

Stop talking about Simon on the bus I will fight you 

Oh this bitch is racist 

THEY GET TO HIKE 

YES YOU WILL GET TO SLEEP TOGETHER 

I am once again asking where the hell Walter is 

Micke good father arc? Excuse me? 

Okay driving Queen 

Wilhelm get out of choir 

I literally hate this 

NOT A SINGING ARC STOP 

OH THEY’RE MAKING OUT NOW 

I literally can’t tell if I hate this or not. Wilhelm please quit choir everyone is begging you 

Fredrika being so depressed because she doesn’t have a cellphone is peak comedy 

I THINK IT WAS NILS. OH THEY KNEW HE WAS GAY BECAUSE OF HIS INITIATION 

NO NOT NILS CRYING OMG 

Oh my god. Oh my god. 

Damn didn’t think I’d feel bad for August but let the bitch run you know? 

August please don’t electrocute yourself it’s not worth it 

Oh he’s just gonna call Sara never mind 

AUGUST OMG STOP MAKING ME FEEL BAD FOR YOU 

OH THEY’RE GONNA FIGHT 

NO LET THEM FIGHT MORE PLEASE IM BEGGING 

DID SOMEONE SEND HIM CONVERSION CAMP SHIT?! 

I’m gonna murder someone actually 

Praying Simon sends this to Wilhelm and doesn’t post it because I can’t handle him getting into more public debate rn I will combust it is episode two 

Don’t post it Simon don’t post it Simon don’t post it Simon

Well fuck 

I TOLD YOU NOT TO POST IT SIMON 

oh maybe it was ok 

oh no it wasn’t 

Damn 

Well that was short lived. 

I literally can’t handle this rn 

Fuck. 

SAY IT BACK 

THANK GOD 

Simon deserves to stand up to his mom and I love him for it 

I need stedrika to be together instead of just acting like they are 

I love them so much and I love them for trying even though they don’t understand what Felice is going through 

FIRST WALTER SIGHTING 

The big three sharing a tent I’m in heaven 

ROSH AND AYUB SAVE THE PARTY SCENE 

Oh my god Rosh and Stella is real 

OH MY GOD FREDRIKA IS JEALOUS 

OH MY GOOD GOD 

JEALOUS FREDRIKA 

THIS IS SO AWKWARD I’M GONNA DIE 

Oh shit we’re fighting 

Oh fucking hell NO PLEASE NO 

OH THE QUEEN IS REALLY SICK OK 

Episode 3

I cried: two times

Oh damn she’s like… suicidal 

Wilhelm honey you don’t need everything on your shoulders omg 

Oh he looks so small 

STOP I HATE PEOPLE 

I hate Linda the most rn

Wait the year is wrong on their hats isn’t it? 

Never mind.

Oh damn Vincent called out 

Oh damn August called out 

People are gonna call Wilhelm selfish for this but I think it’s totally valid for him to be upset that Simon doesn’t care about his feelings rn I also think it’s valid for Simon to be distracted as he’s thrown into a world he doesn’t understand yet. I think they’re both selfish in this moment. 

WILHELM QUIT CHOIR IM BEGGING YOU 

YES TRICK AUGUST INTO THERAPY I’M BEGGING 

Malte’s ability to shapeshift into this shitbag needs to be studied

Linda begging you to read the room 

Literally fuck these guys leave Wilhelm alone 

Simon cry baby. Do it. Cry. 

YES THANK GOD LET IT OUT 

FUCK NOW IM CRYING 

I LIKE YOU SIMON. I DO. 

WILHELM LIKES YOU. ROSH LIKES YOU. AYUB LIKES YOU 

Simon’s no longer grounded and they’re gonna have sex 

Are they gonna get caught making out by the school inspector because I literally cannot handle that 

LMFAO 

Henry and Walter shut your mouths you’re undoing all your hard fandom work

CAN VINCENT SHUT THE FUCK UP PLEASE 

I love Felice getting to interact with her dad 

Oh I’m sobbing again 

Oh damn I’m nervous 

FELICE I SWEAR IF YOUR THE REASON THIS SCHOOL GETS SHUT DOWN ISTG

Valborg is back, baby! 

Sara’s gonna crash this car 

Augusts gotta a little crazy in his eye lowkey and I don’t like it 

Oh god he went to Micke’s 

MICKE ERIKSSON OF BJÄRSTAD I'M SCREAMING 

August…. Redemption arc??? 

No he made it about himself again never mind 

THEY'RE BAKING OMG 

Stedrika baking gfs

Sara and Felice be acting a little fruity ngl 

No because Micke is kinda slaying this season by being the best parent and I was NOT prepared for that 

WILHELM IN THE CHOIR WILL NEVER FAIL TO SEND ME LIKE BESTIE WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE 

HE'S NOT EVEN PAYING ATTENTION HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING AND HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO SING BESTIE I AM BEGGING YOU TO FIND ANOTHER HOBBY ANY OTHER HOBBY 

SARA’S BACK THINGS ARE GONNA GET WEIRD 

YESSSSS WILHELM’S GONNA FIND ANOTHER HOBBY MAYBE 

aw baby Simon doesn’t enjoy singing anymore 

THEY’RE GONNA FUCK 

OMG THEY’RE GONNA FUCK 

oh the girls are not happy about Sara being back 

Wilmon only stopped for a second they are ON A MISSION 

damn Micke why’d you let her down so soon 

OH DAMN OH DAMN OH THEY'RE ON THEIR KNEES FOR EACH OTHER OK THEN 

OH THIS IS EXPLICIT OH MY GOD 

OH MY GOD OH 

Wilhelm is a top confirmed I guess damn 

WILHELM IS NOT A TOP CONFIRMED I GUESS

If Micke is drunk or high I swear to god 

Ok we’re good I think 

They’re nakey 

Aw a little boy wants his picture. Like I know it’s gonna bite him in the ass later but it’s super cute rn 

HAPPY BABY SIMON 

Literally shut up Vincent stop making me hate you 

And it bit him in the ass 

Fuck. Simon go live at Hillerska I can’t handle this rn 

Episode 4

I cried: three times

FUCK HE’S CRYING ALREADY

I know this isn’t the point but them calling each other boyfriend makes me want to giggle like a child every time because OMG 

oh they’re taking a test and they’re all cheating 

VINCENT SHUT UP 

NO WILHELM NOT THE PRIVILEGE NOT A PUNISHMENT LINE PLEASE THATS YOUR MOTHER’S PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU 

Simon and Wilhelm both having a crisis about their future because they don’t have a choice is gonna make me hurl I can’t do this 

August around Sara season 3 has Wilhelm around Simon season 1 energy and I can’t 

Oh did something happen to the Queen? Why are they acting like he’s the king right now? 

OH SHE’S SO SICK OMG 

Farima knows how to handle him and and that’s amazing 

Fuck they’re erasing him 

She passed! 

Again Micke is running away with the parent Olympics and that is BAD 

He deleted his accounts 😭

WILHELM STOP THIS NOW. YOU DO REPRESENT QUEER PEOPLE LET IT BE KNOWN JESUS CHRIST 

That poor dude shaved his head for no reason 

Nilcent moment 

HENRY AND WALTER 

I simply love Henry 

August is a good leader and I hate it so much 

WHERE IS ANETTE LILJA BRING HER BACK. 

Vincent, you look ridiculous. Stand up. 

Wilhelm you’re a hypocrite don’t make me mad at you I am BEGGING. 

Stop clapping for him. He doesn’t deserve this. 

DRAG HER ASS SIMON 

Vincent I’m so mad at you but that was kind of a slay 

They really said “we might give up because we don’t have dinner” and that is the most privileged accurate thing that could have happened 

Henry and Walter offering 300 for a half eaten lollipop is SO ME 

August just admitted to being anorexic and no one batted an eye like???! 

VINCENT ADHD CONFIRMED THANK GOD 

Oh shit the boys are fighting 

Henry spent 2500 on a bag of chips I’m CRYING 

“Show your dick for Hillerska” I’M SCREAMING 

FELICE IS YOU GET THIS SCHOOL SHUT DOWN ISTFG 

THEM WAKING UP ON THE FLOOR TOGETHER I’M NOT OK 

THEY DID IT BOYS! SUCCESS 

Nilcent moment 

FUCK Sara I hate you I love you I’m mad at you 

I love Rosh and Ayub and I know they’re trying to be good friends but like… yall gotta support him at some point 

Oh god oh no. Erik did it. Erik did the homophobic initiation. Oh this is gonna break him. Oh god 

No ERIK I TRUSTED YOU ERIK I BELIEVED IN YOU ERIK I WROTE A BOOK ABOUT YOU OMG PLEASE I CAN'T OMG NO ERIK PLEASE ERIK 

But who got beaten up? Who got the boner? Was it Nils? Was it Vincent? WAS IT AUGUST? It had to have been Nils, right? 

Episode 5

I cried: four times

They’re absolutely going to break up this episode. I can feel it. 

Oh he’s having a nightmare right? 

they’re passing notes and no one is ok 

Vincent you can’t be mean and gay and homophobic and racist. I need you to pick a struggle. 

Fredrika gf era 

Don’t be drunk don’t be drunk don’t be drunk don’t be drunk 

Don’t be high don’t be high don’t be high don’t be high 

What the hell is in August's letter I need to know 

I’m literally not okay with the fact that Wilhelm is raising himself right now 

Wilhelm’s idol being crushed in between his fingers and having no one to talk to about it is making me want to kill someone

NO DON'T IGNORE SIMON PLEASE OMG 

Please tell me Wilhelm has chosen another hobby 

NO WILHELM PLEASE FIND ANOTHER HOBBY YOU LITERALLY HATE SINGING 

don’t lie don’t lie 

Wilhelm stop projecting i’m begging 

The music room is homophobic I can’t take this anymore they couldn’t even get off in there like please 

WHAT'S IN THE LETTER 

WHAT'S IN THE LETTER SARA PLEASE 

Micke you were doing so well 

Micke please 

Stop comparing Simon and Felice, Wilhelm it never landed you anywhere good 

WILHELM PURPLE NAILS 

MICKE NO 

MICKE PLEASE YOU WERE DOING SO WELL 

MICKE 

MICKE NO 

Linda literally fuck you you don’t know anything I hate you so much take a break please I used to love you so much I’m going to scream

Simon can’t take care of everyone all the time please give him a break 

HIS PURPLE NAILS I CAN'T 

NO SWEETHEART DON'T TAKE IT OFF NO PLEASE 

Them all dressed as waiters is sending me into orbit 

WILHELM BIRTHDAY SIMON SINGING STOP THIS IS SO CUTE 

SIMON MADE THE SANDWICH THIS SEASON I'M LOSING IT 

August and Wilhelm should not be able to sit in the same car in case of another Erik situation. That is the entire Swedish line of succession in one vehicle. 

Wilhelm got one good dick and suddenly started liking kids 

WILHELM WHY WOULD YOU TALK ABOUT POISON RIGHT NOW 

the breakup is coming I can feel it 

Nilcent moment 

This is the most awkward thing I’ve ever seen in my life I can’t hand this 

HIS BIRTHDAY SONG IS ABOUT A FROG I CAN'T HANDLE THIS 

Sara and August things are weird 

NO NOT A NEW WATCH LET HIM KEEP THE OLD ONE OMG 

I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS 

oh August is chugging wine 

On a chair no less 

What have they done to Felice? No actually what did they do to Felice this season? I’m not okay with it. 

The birthday dinner is so uncomfortable that I actually can’t handle it like I will have to actively skip it every time 

I’m convinced they’re reading fanfic at this point I’m not able to think of any other explanation for some of this 

“Class Bad Boy” is August. Oh god if they only knew 

They call him Agge I hate August but omf that is so cute 

If they get back together and Felice sees it all hell will break loose and I am sure that is what is going to happen 

WHAT'S IN THE LETTER 

August’s letter just made me sob wtf 

OH 

fucking Fredrika 

Fuck Wilhelm stop. Stop sabotaging yourself 

Welp he’s popping off and Simon’s gonna dip 

Oh god

Oh 

Oh my good god 

Oh I can’t handle this 

Simon can’t either 

If Linda is the reason Wilmon breaks up and I will murder someone 

THEY JUST BROKE UP AND THE SHOW ENDED LIKE 

OH MY FUCKING GOD 

Episode 6

I cried: ELEVEN TIMES

No they’re so sad omg 

“It feels like you two are never really over” she’s right 

WILHELM TAKES RESPONSIBILITY FOR HIS OWN PROBLEMS I CAN'T I’M SO PROUD 

Has that one extra been a 3rd year this whole time? 

Walty moment 

MICKE? 

Not Micke just a car

Sara better be the reason they get back together 

Walter’s outfit slays 

HOLY SHIT HILLERSKA STOPS MID DAY JUST LIKE THAT 

Oh August broke 

The third year trio breaking down together I literally cannot take this I will break 

Rosh and Ayub I need you to take a chill pill 

NO THE BOOK OMG��

POOR ONE OUT FOR HILLERSKA 

August coming clean omg 

Can’t believe Vincent is the voice of reason 

OMG CHESS HAS ACTUALLY BEEN A METAPHOR I’M NOT MAKING SHIT UP

Oop library

Panic attack 

HENRY FUCK OFF 

“WE’RE LIKE BROTHERS” OK I'LL FORGIVE YOU HENRY BUT ONLY BECAUSE OF THAT 

HUSFAR DOING SHOTS OMG 

emo Wille is killing me. Like same. 

PLEASE HE ATE THAT 

PARTY PRINCE 

I love Malin being in on it 

PARTY PRINSEN 

FAKE GRASS 

REVOLUTION PLAYING 

August and wille???? 

Understanding 

Oh god I’m not surviving this conversation 

Oh fuck that HURT 

Fruity? 

Not fruity ok 

Yay Sara 

Felice and Sara made me cry

ROSH AND STELLA OMG 

NILS CAME OUT OMG OMG 

VINCENT IS THE BEST ALLY OMG OMG  

SAUGUST BREAKUP OMG 

“YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH THE PERSON YOU BECOME WITH ME” OMFG 

“IT'LL PASS” OMFG SHE SAID THE THING 

The boys’ immediate “we should leave” they’re learning slowly but surely

OH THE LAKE 

IT TAKES A FOOL TO REMAIN SANE OMFG 

I’m shaking 

Oh their breakup is killing me entirely I am sobbing like a child 

THOSE ARE BARE BUTTS OMFG 

STEDRIKA 

Henry and Walter OMFG 

THE LIGHTS 

his song omg 

WE HAD SIMON’S SONG AND NOW WE HAVE WILLE’S SONG AND I LITERALLY CAN’T TAKE THIS RN 

MIN REVOLUTION

SNOWGLOBE IN THE TRASH OH HE’S ABDICATING. OH SHIT HE’S ABDICATING. I DON’T NEED TO SEE THE REST I KNOW HE’S ABDICATING

THEY HAVE LAST NAMES 

WILHELM QUIT CHOIR THANK GOD 

HILLERSKA’S FIGHT IS FAR FROM OVER 

THEY’RE SINGING SIMONS VERSION I CAN'T HANDLE THIS I CAN'T HANDLE THIS I CAN'T HANDLE THIS 

BORIS AND WILLE 

MAMMA OCH PAPPA ÄR HÄR 

KRISTINA APOLOGY 

Nothing was in vain and I never gave up 

I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD SUMMER OMFG 

NEW YORK 

Oh he’s talking about not wanting it 

HE DOESN'T WANT THIS 

SHES GONNA GIVE IT TO AUGUST 

OMG HE'S GONNA DO IT 

Oh August just realized he’s gonna be king 

ALL THAT RUNNING PAYING OFF BABES 

He’s in the backseat 

Felice is in the front 

She didn’t go to new York 

ENDGAME BITCHES 

No I can’t handle a fucking montage rn 

THE FINAL WALL BREAK

#tag yourself. #i'm literally all of them because they came from my brain #young royals #unhinged zee hours #yr s3

[joeys-babe]

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 6: Realizations

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(joe's pov)

yesterday, i came to a realization. the feelings i had for y/n back in college never truly went away. i didnt admit to y/n's mom that she was right that i still liked y/n, but in my head i knew she was right.

she's why i finally broke up with lexie. i knew she treated me like shit and still stayed with her, but y/n being there to comfort me just made me want to end things. i wanted my attention to just be on her after all the shit i did to her while we were living in different states.

that's why i'm so jealous of her and tee. i wanted to be in the spot he was in; i wanted to be taking her on dates, i wanted her to watch me at practice, and hang out with the other girls because she was with me.

now that i've excepted the fact that i still have feelings for her, i need to come up with a plan. this time im not gonna chicken out, im gonna confess to her what i've wanted to tell her for a very long time.

the first step in that direction is actually talking to her, because i haven't been doing that the past couple of days.

come over?

that's the first text i sent to y/n. i've been an unreasonable jerk to her the past couple days so i'd be surprised if she answered

why? you've been ignoring me and now you want to hang out?

fair enough.

i want to apologize. thought it'd be better in person.

i'll be over in ten.

thank god she's not mad enough to refuse to see me.

the next ten minutes seem to go on forever. i sat on my bed just staring at the ceiling and waiting for a knock on the door or a ring from the doorbell.

i picked up my phone to see that had been 11 minutes, and i lost hope until there was a knock on the door followed by the doorbell.

i practically sprinted down the stairs, through the living room, and up to the door.

i took a deep breath before i opened the door, she had a pissed off look on her face.

"hey" - joe

"hey" - you

"come in" - joe moved to the side and let you in

she sat down on the couch, i followed and sat a couple feet away from her.

it was silent for a few moments, i was trying to collect my thoughts and perfect my apology. when i was ready i cleared my throat, causing y/n to look at me.

"i'm really sorry y/n. i shouldn't have ignored you like that.." - joe

she scoffed at my apology, and that's when i realized this was going to be a lot harder than i thought.

"why'd you do that?" - you

"i- i was just kind of annoyed that you were going on a date with one of my teammates." - joe

"what's so wrong with me going on a date with your teammate? wouldn't you rather i like someone you know rather than someone you don't?" - you

"it's just that if it didn't work out between you too i don't want it to be awkward at practice and at games. it's my job, and i can't have stuff like that messing with it." - joe

"that's not a good excuse. i'm confused because you call me your best friend but you don't want me to be happy." - you

"i do want you to be happy-" - joe

"no you don't!" - you raised your voice

"don't yell at me." - joe

"i can do whatever the hell i want! including going on dates with your teammates!" - you

"i'm just trying to protect you y/n!" - joe

"says the guy that dated a girl that was using him for 6 months. you can't even protect yourself, let alone protect me!" - you

i stayed silent for a second, that was a really low blow.

"do what makes you happy, and if tee makes you happy then go date him. i dont care anymore!"

- joe stood up from the couch and started walking towards the stairs

"wait joe! im sorry i shouldn't have said that- that was uncalled for.." - you

i ignored her comment and kept walking up the stairs, so much for apologizing.

"joe don't walk away, im sorry.." - you

"y/n i asked you to come over here to apologize to you for being such a dick and instead you yelled at me and brought up my shitty ex that i'm trying to get over." - joe yelled from the top of the stage

"i know, and i'm sorry." - you

i didn't reply and walked into my room, loudly

slamming the door and flopping onto my bed.

(y/n's pov)

of course this happens.

after what tee told me last night, i couldn't sleep.

i tossed and turned, replaying his words in my head over and over again.

the fact that you still have feelings for joe.

after losing hours of sleep i came to a realization.

tee was right. i still liked joe, i don’t think i ever really stopped.

but of course now that the very rare occasion that joe and i are both single is happening.. we’re fighting.

it’s honestly my fault, instead of excepting joes apology i accused him of him not wanting me to be happy and shoved his toxic past relationship in his face. not the ideal way to drop hints to your life long best friend that you have feelings for him.

“sweetheart.. you okay?” - your mom knocked on your bedroom door

it was now a few hours since my incident with joe, and i was feeling increasingly guilty. this was probably the third time my mom had come up here to check on me, one of the times being to tell me dinner was done but i didn’t leave my bed.

“no mom, i’m not okay” - you sniffled

“can i come in?” - your mom

“yeah..” - you

when my mom walked in to see me sprawled out on my bed with my face covered up with a blanket she sighed and let out a “oh honey” before sitting on the edge of my bed.

“wanna talk about it?” - your mom

“not really. but i know i probably need to.” - you leaned up

“so how’d this all start?” - your mom

“joe wasn’t exactly happy about my date with tee. so much so that he had been ignoring my calls and texts, and ignoring tee at practice.” - you

god these kids are so clueless, your mom thought.

“mhm” - your mom

“he asked me to come over today so he could apologize.. but i messed up.” - you

“what happened?” - your mom

“he told me he was sorry but i just kept arguing with everything he said. i yelled at him, and accused him of not wanting me to be happy. then i did something super bitchy mom..” - you

“oh lord, what’d you do?” - your mom

“he said he just wanted to protect me.. and i said says the guy that dated a girl that was using him for 6 months. you can't even protect yourself, let alone protect me.” - you

“y/n!” - your mom

“i know, i can’t believe i talked to him like that.”

- you

“i see why you’re upset.. what’s he do after that?” - your mom

“he started walking upstairs, saying that i should go do what makes me happy and if tee made me happy to go date him because he didn’t care anymore. i told him i was sorry and that i shouldn’t have said that, but he just went to his room and slammed the door.” - you

“oh honey.. i’m sorry but you really shouldn’t have said that.” - your mom

“i know.” - you

“so are you going to go out with tee again?” - your mom

“no. he said we’d be better off as friends.” - you

“that stinks, i knew you liked him.” - your mom

“that’s not even the worst part though mom.”

- you

“what’s the worst part?” - your mom

“earlier that night tee had asked me if i ever had feelings for joe, i told him only in college. well after tee told me that we’d be better off as friends he said there was something i wasn’t realizing, and when i asked him what that was he said i still had feelings for joe.” - you

“do you?” - your mom

“yeah.. i think i do.” - you sniffled and wiped your eyes

“y/n…” - your mom pulled you into a hug

“i realized it last night at like 3 am. it’s always just been joe. all along it’s just been him, ever since damn high school. i’ve been on so many dates, had boyfriends, failed talking stages. there have been some really nice great guys, but i just end up comparing them to joe. no guy compares to him, mom. he’s so sweet, genuine, protective, down to earth, one of the most hardworking people ever, he’s always been there for me, and i mean he’s the most handsome boy i’ve ever laid eyes on.” - you

“are you saying what i think you’re saying?”

- your mom smiled

“yeah.. i’m in love with joe.” - you grinned

“oh thank god! i was starting to think you were actually blind. i’ve known this since you guys were in middle school, i always knew you’d fall in love with him.” - your mom

“how do i fix this? i’m telling him how i feel this time, i’m not gonna chicken out. can’t really do that in this mess.” - you

“we’ll figure that out tomorrow, you need to go to bed and sleep. it’s been a long day for you.” - your mom stood up and walked up to the door, turning the light off and walking out of the room

it felt really good to finally get that off my chest and tell someone.

im in love with joe.

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authors note: the motivation i have to write rn is insane.

hope you enjoyed ❤️

#bengals #joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow series

[nctsplug02]

Can you please make [11:19pm] part 2?

Like playboy jock!jaehyun gets jealous and pissed because another boy keeps pining over nerdy!yn since no one knows about their secret.

I love jealousy and possessiveness🤭🤭🚩

[2;27pm]

genre: fluff and suggestive

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, cat-calling, assault, harassment, jaehyun and the guy get into a fight.

jaehyun had ran to the convenience store for just a few minutes which left you alone— with a guy who wouldn’t stop harassing you.

you sigh, seeing the cartoon of milk sitting on your desk— chocolate milk. it was gungjoo again. you knew it, especially with him near your desk, smirking to himself with his friends gathering around him.

you walk over to your desk, setting your backpack down and picking up the carton. you shake it and you walk over to gungjoo who pushes himself off the desk with his arms crossed.

“here,” you say holding the cartoon out to him. “i don’t want it.” he pouts a little. “why not? it’s chocolate— your favorite.”

“no, it’s not. with how obsessed you are over me— you’d know that it’s actually strawberry.” he tuts, reaching forward to grab your chin but you jump back.

“talking back? very naughty of you.” you sneer, turning around on your heel and finding another girl in class. “here, this is from gungjoo— there was a note but he lost it in his backpack. it said that he thinks you’re cute.” you wink, turning away from the girl who squealed with her friends.

you sit in your seat, plopping your airpods in and taking out your notebook to take unfinished notes from your last class.

you glare up when feeling your airpods being pulled out. “aw, cmon, sweetheart. don’t be such a bitch. i’ll get you strawberry milk tomorrow.” gungjoo says into your ear.

“gungjoo—!”

“give it back to her, shitface.” a voice says making everyone look towards the person.

your boyfriend— secret boyfriend.

“or what? what’re you gonna do? kick my ass in front of everyone— god, im so scared.” gungjoo chuckles, sitting up.

“do it while i’m asking nicely.” gungjoo backs up towards his friends and snickers with them. “aren’t i just so scared.” gungjoo crosses his arms.

“don’t make this so difficult, joo.” a voice says from behind jaehyun. “oh, shut up.” he sneers, rolling his eyes. “and you wonder why you can’t find a girlfriend— disrespectful.” gungjoo brings his attention back to jaehyun and scoffs.

“i can literally pull everyone in this school. and including your precious little bean— y/n.” gungjoo smirks, pointing to you.

“hey— what’s your deal with her, anyway?” jaehyun looks down at you and gulps. “nothing. just being a decent human.” you look down, chewing on your bottom lip.

“just hand it over you dickwad.” gungjoo sighs, tossing the pod to jaehyun. “fine. pretty boy always gets his way, huh.” he giggles with his friends.

jaehyun hands pod to you. “thank you.” you thank him, taking the pod and sticking it back in your ear.

“mess with her again and i’ll kill you.” jaehyun says, walking away and leaving the bag of snacks on your desk— they were meant for you anyway.

in a fast reflex, jaehyun swipes his hand away as soon as his locker is slammed shut.

“ah, such a beautiful day, hm? a beautiful sunny day for a nice date with y/n. a small picnic together with a heart shaped cake.” gungjoo sighs, and side eyes jaehyun.

“then after, i’ll take her to my place and i’ll fuck her over and over and over until all she can say is my name.” jaehyun grits his teeth.

the way gungjoo used your name in a disgusting manner and a disgusting way.

“don’t speak over her name like that.” gungjoo scoffs.

“or what?” gungjoo smirks. “i know what’s going on between you and y/n.”

jaehyun chews the inside of his cheek and inhales slowly through his nose. “remember what you promised.” a little voice inside his head reminds him.

jaehyun clears his throat and turns to walk away. “aww, the jung jaehyun is scared of me? i cant wait to tell everyone what a bitch you are.” jaehyun shakes his head while gripping tightly onto his backpack. “yeah, walk away pussy. y/n won’t be home tonight because she’ll be in my bed—!” gungjoo falls onto the ground as a punch is swung at him.

“dude, the fuck—?” another punch. jaehyun heaves and pulls away. “i warned you.” gungjo stumbles up and lunges at jaehyun who throws another punch.

the two start going at it making students and teachers gather. “enough! enough!” a teacher yells as they attempt to pull the two bloodied boys apart. “enough! that is enough!” the principle yells as two security pulls them apart and looks at them both.

“my office. now.” the principle walks away. everyone cleared a small pathway for them to leave.

jaehyun was smirking as he was escorted away. until he sees you. with glossy eyes and your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you attempt to hold your tears back.

you get home and immediately, you’re welcomed into arms. you bury your face into his chest with a sigh. “you promised.” you say and he nods. “i know i did, baby. i know and i’m so sorry.” his arms tighten around you.

he taps your thigh and you jump. he clutches you and brings you to the kitchen and then sits you on the counter. you pull away with sad eyes. your tears seeping through his gray hoodie.

“you promised.” you repeat. jaehyun thins his lips and pulls you by your nape so your face is buried in his chest again. you push away with an angry sniffle. “you said you wouldn’t fight anymore, jae. you said you wouldn’t and you did.”

“and i’m sorry, babe. but you don’t understand why i fought him.” his shakes his hands in frustration. “tell me. i’m all ears. just please.. tell me.” he bites his lip and pats your thighs.

“he was saying disgusting stuff about you. how you’re gonna leave me for him. and how he’s gonna sleep with you.. sexually.” you sigh, grabbing his hands and putting them on your cheeks.

“thank you.” he grins a little. “thank you?” you toss his hands aside and you cup his face. “yes. thank you. thank you for protecting me. for.. beating him up for me. you’re excused.” you pinch his cheeks and he chuckles.

“i love you.” you rub his pink cheeks. “i love you.” he leans in and kisses you passionately. his hands gripping your waist tightly and squeezing you.

you pull away, feeling the strings of saliva detach from both your lips. blood on your tongue that came from his busted lip.

“you looked sexy when punching him.” he laughs. “but scary at the same time. i was so scared for you.” he kisses you again. “look at me, baby. i have three marks on me. here,” he points to his eyebrow. “here,” he points to his nose bridge. “and here.” and points to his bottom lip.

“you have so many boo-boos.” you tut, gently grazing your thumb over his bruised up cuts. “and i’m fine. have you seen gungjo? he’s all busted up.” you softly chuckle.

“you’re so annoying.” you push his face and he scoffs, half laughing. “oh, yeah? let’s take this in the bedroom. hm?” you yelp when being yanked off the counter.

giggling as he tosses you over the shoulder and drags you into the bedroom.

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TMAGP EP 11 THOUGHTS (SPOILERS BELOW)

HEY CELIA. CELIA BABE. WHAT THE FUCK. ARE YOU. TEAVELING DIMENSIONS??? DO YOU JUST WAKE UP ON THE MOTORWAY SOMETIMES???

GIRL JACK WHO??? JACK BARNABAS??? DO WE KNOW ANY OTHER JACKS????

oh god the samalice. It's samalicing. They had me giggling in a fucking dunkin donuts

I think Alice could be both jealous of Celia but also sweet on her we can have both

Alice??? You feel like ur being watched??? After exploring The Magnus Institute???? WHO WOULDA THOUGHT

"I could walk you home this morning" "...yeah, actually. If you're offering" SHUT UP I HATE THEM <3

OKAY FIRSTLY. DAVID A MEDICAL EXAMINER??? DO YALL REMEMBER DR. DAVID FROM EP 177 OF TMA??? DR. GASLIGHTING MOTHERFUCKER?? I'm well aware this probably has no connection but just throwing that out there lol

GORDIE???? LIKE GORDIE'S DUMP???? WASNT THAT GUY'S NAME GORDON AS WELL????

OKAY SO. THIS GIVING LIKE. VERY SIMILAR VIBES TO TMA EP 152 WITH HEZEKIAH WAKELY. THE WAY GORDIE TALKS ABOUT THE SEA SOUNDS SIMILAR TO THE WAY HEZEKIAH TALKS ABOUT THE GRAVES. Also, ofc, with talks of sailors, I'm thinking this is very Vast-coded which I LOVE. But also I'm reminded of TMA ep 121 where Oliver talks about something deep in the ocean. Gordie mentions that it seemed like the crew was being chased by something in the water.

INK5OUL RETURN???? MYSTERIOUS TATTOO I SEE

Gordie is so bitchy I love him already I wish he didn't have to most likely die "and shall forthwith attitude to acquit my communications" HES SO PETTY

DID INK5OUL STEAL THE DEAD BODY WITH THE TATTOO???

SAM YOU SMART COOKIE OMG HE NOTICED THE TATTO AND INK5OUL POSSIBKY CONNECTION

Alice bby if ur being watched its already too late you might as well dive in headfirst

"Thank you, Alice" oh this is gonna be the world's MESSIEST polycule

Gwen my girl I know you have been through hell and back but don't take it out on Celia I know she's probably sus but she's been nice so far and I like her.

Seriously Alice and Gwen are constantly on "will they punch each other or will they make out with each other" and I think the answer is both

Alice getting protective of Celia YESSSS THE POLYCULE GUYS THE MESSY OFFICE POLYCULE

"Don't let me keep you" "I'd like to see you try" KISS

"I can't believe she drank your mocha!" ALICE SAID THAT WITH SO MUCH VITRIOL OH MY GOD

"No. No, no. I watched Nigel's SOS every week as a kid. I KNOW Mr. Bonzo. That THING was not Mr. Bonzo" miss bouchard do you know I love you

IS THE ENVELOPE HOLDING GERRY AND GERTRUDE'S ADDRESS. I FEEL LIKE IT IS. IM VERY SCARED. THEYRE SAYING FWEN ALREADY KNOWS WHO'S ADDRESS IT IS. WHO'S ADDRESS WOULD SHE KNOW.

Gwen rly is just like "I have no idea what the fuck I've gotten myself into but I feel like if I try to get out I Will Die."

INTERESTING EPISODE. MANY THOUGHTS. THE CASE FILE HAS ME GIDDY I LOVE THE OCEAN I RLY HOPE WE ALSO GET A SPACE ONE SOON.

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