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#i know the next issue's probably gonna be like ''oh hey actually it was all a scam and you're not actually siblings'' or something
reiderwriter · 6 months
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Elevator Pitch
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
WC: 2k!!
Warnings: Smut, fingering, semi-public sex/ foreplay, praise kink-ish, some pet names completely ignored Spencer's germophobia to make this work 18+ MINORS DNI
Summary: Getting trapped in an elevator is never fun, but at least the attractive you're sharing the metal box of death with has an interesting idea about how you can pass the time.
A/N: This is just a really quick drabble for @imagining-in-the-margins Meet Cute challenge for this month!! I have an idea for another one that I'll post closer to Halloween too, so look forward to that alongside all the kinktober fics 👀
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You weren't planning on running late on your very first day on your new team, but here you were. You were scheduled to meet Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner in his office at 9 a.m. sharp, and here you were at 8:57, trapped inside an elevator. At least you weren't alone, but alone with a stranger, and one who seemed to be talkative in the worst way wasn't exactly ideal either. 
"Hey, don't panic. There are about 6 elevator-related deaths per year and about 100,000 injuries. I'm pretty confident about those statistics." He said, taking a sip of his coffee as he stood calmly by the door, pressing buttons and waiting for something to happen. 
"Oh god, I'm gonna die in here." You whimpered a little bit, falling to your knees and screwing your eyes shut. 
"No, I said we're not gonna die. Or its at least very unlikely." 
"And I'm supposed to trust you?" 
"Yes, I'm very good with numbers. Elevator accidents account for 0.00024% of all elevators in service in the US. There you don't have to panic anymore." Almost punctuating his words, the elevator gave a low groan and fell an inch lower, pushing him off balance and toppling to the floor right next to you. 
"That was just unfortunate timing." He said, his breath hitting your face. Your eyes opened again finally, and you noticed that due to his topple, he was way closer than before, face merely inches from your own. Whoever this overconfident stranger was, he was attractive. Distractingly so, as you didn't respond to his sentence the entire time he was there in front of you, words suddenly escaping you as you stared into his dark, wide eyes. 
"Mechanical issues are the cause of about 15.3% of elevator incidents. Since we're in Quantico, we can probably rule out foul play, which means that they'll probably have us back up and running in around 27 minutes." Opening his mouth ruined the fantasy for a minute, waking you up to the reality of your situation. 
"Did you work an elevator case or something, why do you know so much about this?" You regretted the question as soon as you asked it, as he launched into another speech. 
"I read the statistical reports published by the CPSC and the OSHA. It’s really interesting stuff actually, there are-”
“Please don’t take this the wrong way but I need you to shut up. I don’t think I can take any more statistics about my inevitable death by elevator. Can we do something else instead?”
“Like what?” 
“I don’t know. Can you… Can you hold my hand?” You felt yourself flush red the second the words left your mouth, and suddenly it was your turn to talk too much. “My mom used to do it when I was scared as a kid, and obviously you’re not my mom, and you don’t even know me, but I thought it could help comfort both of us. Human contact and touch is supposedly comforting in times of distress so I just thought…” He cut you off by silently grabbing your hand and settling into a seated position beside you and you sent a little prayer up to god to spare both your soul and your heart. 
Because Jesus Christ it was beating hard now.
“Oxytocin,” he said and you looked up at him with a questioning look. “Oxytocin is released when you come into contact with other people, it’s the reason newborn babies benefit from skin-to-skin contact and why humans enjoy petting domestic animals so much. And the whole sex to destress thing.” He nodded and looked away, but you could have sworn the oxygen was completely sucked out of the room when he mentioned sex. 
“Sex?” He turned to you as you said the word, as if processing the conversation you were in the middle of it. 
“Yeah, never heard of it?” You rolled your eyes and squeezed his hand in your own for a second, but his body was leaning closer into yours now, his entire attention on you, as if he expected you to answer the question. 
“Of course I have.” 
“And what do you think? Can it help you de-stress?” 
Your mouth moves before you can stop it. “Can we stop talking about this please, I’m already scared, I don’t need to be scared and horny.” You close your eyes and groan as his widen again, and suddenly you’re praying again, but this time you wouldn’t really mind if you became one of those six elevator malfunction deaths. 
“I don’t know, maybe it would help you. There are some studies that show that stress can have aphrodisiacal impacts in women, you know?” His voice was light, but your entire body stiffened as you looked into his eyes, trying to gauge what this stranger was offering. 
“So what, you’re suggesting I just get more and more turned on until I’m not worried about death?” 
“No, I’m suggesting I close the gap between us and distract you for a while.” You spared a glance down to his lips then, his tongue darting out to lick them and pulling you in closer. You nodded quickly, a small movement and he pushed his lips down into yours. 
He was soft at first, and you almost felt like pulling away and scalding yourself for engaging in risky behavior during a near-death experience. But just as you moved to pull away, his hand came up to your hair and you melted right back into him, the kiss deepening as you slanted your neck up to give up more of yourself to him. 
You barely feel his hands pulling you into his lap, but you’re suddenly there and so happy you are. Your free hand wanders up to his chest as he squeezes your connected digits again, sending your heart into a fit of palpitations. In a panic you pull away, groaning a little as you can feel his not stiff member poking between your legs. 
“Sorry, I don’t think we exchanged names. I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N..” 
“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” His lips fall down to your neck as he whispers the words into your skin, and you let your head fall back as his hands untangle from you and fall to your hips, encouraging your movements as you begin grinding over him.
“And you said we had twenty-seven minutes before we’re free, right?” 
“Whose the one talking too much now?” He bit into your neck sharply then, and you moaned out, battling the urge to let him take you there on the elevator floor. From it’s perch on your hip, his hand slips down and pops the button in your pants, pushing inside and finally touching you through your panties.
“That’s it, good girl, just keep grinding down on me.” Unconsciously, you press your hips into his hands, the pressure leaving you letting out a whistful sigh of relief. 
“God,… Should we be doing this here?” Your words were unsure, but your movements weren’t as you pushed yourself into him again and again, desperate to feel more of him as he rubbed circles into your clit, driving you closer and closer to your peak. 
“Let’s assume for now that the elevator malfunction has wiped out the CCTV,” he says, lips pressing against your skin as you lose yourself in his touch again. “We absolutely should be doing this.” 
His words fell straight to your core, and you felt yourself grow more aroused as you pondered being caught in such an intimate position with a stranger.
“You think you can cum right here, baby? Think you can give me one soon?” His words almost sent you over the edge, his smile widening as your hips twitched over his. 
“Fuck, yes, yes, please, don’t stop.” 
“Not so scared about this elevator anymore are you? Or did you want to spend your last moments coming undone in my hands?” With his words, you lost the ability to speak, simply moaning out your agreement to his every word. 
“I think I can hear someone talking through the walls, baby, you’re going to have to cum now for me, can you do that?” You nodded to him as he increased his pace on your words, and within seconds, you were letting it all out, head falling against his shoulder as you twitched through your orgasm. He pulled his hands out of your pants quickly and pressed a kiss to your lips, pulling you up to a standing position and making you look presentable as the doors to the elevator were finally pried open from the other side. 
“Hey, how are you guys holding up in there?” The call came from the maintenance staff, and you were sudden;y thankful that he’d finished you off when he did because as horny as you’d been, actually getting caught like that was something entirely different than the fantasy of it. 
You’re almost sorry that you have to leave when you do, suddenly absolutely involved in helping him “destress” the same way he’d helped you out. But he removes his hands from you and strikes up a conversation with the maintenance staff working to get your elevator level with the floor doors. You gravitate to the back of the stall, gripping the railing while your brain catches up to the circumstances. 
In no time, the elevator is back in working order, and you and your stranger are stepping foot on steady ground again, and saying your goodbyes.  
“Aaron Hotchner’s office is through those doors. Up the stairs to the left.” He smiles and nods at you before turning down the corridor and leaving you there by yourself. A glance at your clock tells you you’re too late to question his words, and how he even knew where you were going. You take off down the hall, ready to profusely apologize to your new boss and pledge to take the stairs for the rest of your days. 
When Hotch finally greets you, he has already heard about the elevator malfunction, and all is thankfully forgiven. You have to bite your tongue before asking if everyone on this floor is psychic. But you’re still late, and you have a case, so your introductions have to take place in the briefing room and you half-run, half-walk behind the older man as he makes his way down the hall. 
“Everyone we have a new team member today, please help her out for this first one and show her the ropes.” He introduces you by name, and you’re suddenly doing your best to memorize the names of a Prentiss, a Rossi, a Morgan, a JJ, and one Penelope Garcia. They seem to be waiting for someone else, but with the clock ticking, Penelope begins debriefing you on the next case.  
“Sorry I’m late,” a voice calls from the door, and you feel the hairs on your neck stand up in shock as everyone slowly turns to greet the newcomer. 
“What time do you call this?” Morgan laughs as the familiar man approaches, and a quick glance around tells you that the only seat left at the table, which had been so obviously reserved by the pile of paper files in contrast to everyone else's digital alternatives, was right next to you. 
“Spencer, we have a new team member, this is Y/N. She’ll be joining us on cases from today onwards.” Hotch quickly says, and you lock eyes with the man just as he falls into his seat. 
“I think we’re acquainted. Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Spencer Reid.” The room falls silent as he holds out his hand for you to shake, and you do your best to not show your shock and embarrassment on your face. You let your hand fall into his, the same one that you’d held earlier, the same one that had worked you up to the edge and then helped you pour over it, the same one that had pulled you together afterward. You said nothing after you’d finally pulled apart, waiting for him to make the next move once again. 
“I look forward to working with you.” 
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taeyeonschild · 8 months
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《sleeping apart, after a fight || Hyung line ver.》
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pairing: hyung line (separate) x reader
genre: fluff, angst. (i think… i don’t actually know what i’m talking about)
contains: literally a copy of the last one 🥶
warnings: uhhhh i don’t think any?
A/N: i feel like i used all my decent ideas on the maknae version. but i’m trying…. OKAY??? 😖
what do i write after this???? this was my only idea 😭😭 oh no.
I AM TAKING REQUESTS!!! GIVE ME IDEAS TO WRITE NEXT PLEASE 🙏🙏🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️
hyung line | maknae line
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Bangchan
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“I’m gonna spend the night at the dorms tonight. Sleep well, darling.” He grabs his keys and leaves your apartment without another word..
You hadn’t expected this argument to become as large as it had.
All you had wanted was to communicate your needs. you have been feeling neglected recently, as he has spent so much time working, way more than usual. You understand his commitment to his work, to stay, and to the kids, but you just wish he could try to make time for you too.
You didn’t mean for this to become such a huge fight.. But it did, and now you have the apartment to yourself for the night..
It is lonely.
You sob on the living room couch for a while, but eventually, you drag yourself to bed.
Chan’s night isn’t much better than yours…
He spent the whole evening locked in his bedroom at the dorms, ignoring when the kids questioned his sudden arrival. The guilt of the fight eats him away, and he stays up the whole night, regretting the fight.
If he’d have just stopped arguing, and taken taken a deep breath, to try consider your side of the argument, he’d have realized that he has been neglecting you.
Just because it wasn’t intentional doesn’t mean it wasn’t happening…
You have one of the worst sleeps of your life, rolling back and forth, unable to get comfortable in the big, empty, cold bed. You can’t help but feel lonely, and guilty.
Ugh, you’re so sensitive… If you hadn’t have complained about this one little issue, then everything would’ve been fine… why did you do that.
You wake up the next morning, with the same empty, lonely, feeling. You miss your boyfriend even more than you miss him when he’s off at work..
You pick up your phone, and see three missed calls, and a series of texts… all from….. Chan.
“Hey Y/n.”
“I’m sorry about our fight.”
“I wasn’t listening to you at all, and now I’ve thought about your side, and I’ve realized that you are completely correct. I have been distant recently, it’s just been very difficult for me to balance everything in my life, and it’s not fair of me to take that out on you. I really do love you, and I know that I need to do better, to make sure that you know that.”
“You’re not replying, so your probably asleep still.”
“Or you’ve turned your phone off..”
“I’m gonna take the day off, to talk this through with you. I want to fix things”
“Let me know when you wake up, and I’ll come back. I want you to rest as much as you can, so I can come whenever you’re ready.”
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Minho
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“Oh my god i need to get away from you! I’m spending the night at Hana’s.”
You grab your keys and rush out of the apartment towards your best friend’s place. You just need space, even if it’s only for one night. You need time to arrange your thoughts, and decide what you really want out of this argument.
Minho understands, he knows that you need space, and he will gladly give it to you. But that doesn’t mean he is happy to spend the night alone.
He sits on the couch for a few minutes, unsure of what to do after you’ve left. He sighs, then picks up his phone, and dials your best friend Hana.
You have texted Hana from his phone before, when yours has died, so he has her number saved.
“Hey Hana. Could you let me know when Y/n gets there? I just wanna make sure she’s safe.”
Hana agrees, like the best friend that she is.
He hangs up the phone, and stares up at the ceiling. Even though he misses you already, he is glad to have a moment apart.
This gives you both time to process your thoughts, and next time, you can presume this maturely, and talk it through.
You both have faith that this will be over in the next 24 hours.
He gets a call from Hana a while later.
“Great. I’m glad she’s okay. Tell her I love her for me… and Goodnight. Sleep well, both of you.”
Hana tells you the news, she’d never be one to keep anything from you.
You are thankful to have a boyfriend who, even through his anger, still cares enough to make sure you got to your destination safely.
After a few hours apart, you manage to process this battle, and you put your stubbornness asside, to text him.
“I’m sorry about our fight.”
“I forgive you, I hope you can forgive me.”
“We can talk about the issue later, and resolve it together, if you are ready.”
“I love you too”
By the time you get back home in the morning, he is already sitting at the dining table, ready to talk with you, and ready to fix everything that you had both screwed up the night before.
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Changbin
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“Sleep on the couch. I want you away from me” you say, spitting venom from your teeth. You throw a pillow and blanket at him, before you turn around and poop yourself down on the bed, and turn away from him.
“Uh, but I-“
You turn to see him again, the blades shooting from your eyes shut him up easily, and he nods, before leaving you alone in the bedroom.
You are mad, but not only at him. You’re whole day has been pretty bad, and you just need a break. It’s been one of those days, when you wake up sweaty, you’re out of shampoo, you stub your toe on the coffee table, you drop your breakfast, and all of your coworkers are angry. Your argument with Changbin didn’t make any of this better.
He understands that you need a moment to breathe, but he also doesn’t want to go to sleep like this.
He takes a seat on the couch, but doesn’t bother to set up a bed there. He knows that he’s not actually gonna be spending the night on the couch.
You regret snapping, but you’re stuck sitting on the edge of the bed. Apologizing is too much for you, in your current state.
When enough time has passed, Changbin decides you’ve probably cooled down, he walks back into the bedroom.
Immediately, he is spotted by the door, but the look on your face isn’t nearly as harsh as before. Maybe there’s even a tinge of regret in your gaze.
“Hi jagi. I know you’re mad at me. I’m a little mad too.. But I think, we can solve this in a better way.”
“Can we talk this out? If not, we can just take opposite sides of the bed, and we can discuss this in the morning? What would you rather jagiya?”
His face instantly turns to that of concern and worry when he notices a tear falling down your cheek. He understands.
You spend the rest of the night cuddling in bed, ranting about your whole day, and you both completely forget about the entire argument.
The only reminder in the morning, is the pillow and blanket on the floor beside the couch, which tells you that Changbin never intended on listening to you in the first place.
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Hyunjin
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You are tired. It is late. Way to late to be arguing about something so trivial.
You quietly pick up your pillow, and make your way into the living room with no other words.
Hyunjin watches as you leave, stunned by your sudden action, but also saddened. He takes a deep breath before calling after you.
“Y/nnnnnnn!!”
He calls, in his whiny voice, which usually you find cute, but now it only irks you further.
He sits in silence for a moment, considering his next move, before slowly getting off the bed, and walking to the living room.
“Y/n… I’m- I’m sorry… please, I don’t want to fight with you. Can we talk this out?”
It is way too late to talk. You are tired, and all you have the energy for, is sleep. You ignore his begging, and close your eyes.
He crouched infront of you, and gently strokes your hair.
“Y/n… please look at me darling. I’m sorry… I never meant to hurt you. I don’t want this argument to end with you sleeping on the couch. Can we talk this out?”
Tears fall down his cheeks, he’s always had a flare for the dramatics.
“I’m tired Jinnie.” you put all of your energy into three words.
“Y/n, I know you’re tired… I know I messed up… and I know this isn’t easy for us. but… can we please not go to sleep like this? please… I don’t want us to end the day like this…”
You roll over to face him, your heart breaks at the sight of him. He’s clearly messed up about this.
“I don’t have the energy to figure this out right now” You speak gently, trying your hardest not to upset the poor boy any further.
You carefully move your fingers up his cheeks, and wipe away the tears, pretending that you don’t also have tears soaking onto your pillow.
“that’s okay… we don’t have to. But the thought of you sleeping in the living room breaks my heart… can we just… I don’t know… hold onto eachother tonight?”
That’s exactly what you do… you climb off of the couch, as he leads you back to bed. You spend the night with your limbs tangled together, as if you hadn’t been in a yelling match just an hour beforehand.
But one thing about being in a relationship with Hyunjin, is that he is impossible to stay angry at.
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popcat69 · 7 months
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hey!! if you are taking requests, i wanted to request the tmnt mm! boys having a crush on a fem! reader who’s EXACTLY like raph. she loves fighting, may or may not have anger issues, cursed with resting bitch face, BUT, she’s actually really sweet and outgoing. never afraid to speak her mind, so, she may come across as rude sometimes, but, she never really means to be. (lowkey a biased request but SSSHH, we’re not gonna talk about that)
Mutant mayhem boys x gn!reader
Notes: had too much fun writing this. I think ima do them one by one cuz too lazy to do them at once
Warning: swearing not much tho, underage shizz (NOT NSFW)
Raph
Power duo frfr
100% would play fight with you
Its his love language
“Get off mmeee!” “not until you say im better!!” “in your dreams you-!”
You bit him…
If someone upsets you he’ll shit talk them to you to make you feel better
If they insult you hell just be like
“Im sorry have they seen themself ew”
Saying up till morning just talking on facetime
He passed out one time and you took screenshots
“Delete them!!!” “NO!” “YOU LITTLE-”
You guys are chaos together
You guys fight all the time but never seriously
His brothers don't understand 
“Whats up with you and ___?” “Hate them”
Welcomes you with open arms when you come over that afternoon
“You think i can do a flip onto the bed?” “im on the bed Raph”
You just see him looking at you with a smirk
“Raph?”
Man takes a step back before bolting toward you
“RAPH!”
You screamed so loud Leo came in a hurry thinking someone died
One time you were so tired you pass out next to him and your head fell down to his shoulder
He didn't dare move a muscle 
Even when his brothers were snickering and taking photos 
Let be honest you guys are teens
Your probably gonna try dumb shit together
Like trying to take shots
Don't ask
You guys tried to cook one time and almost burned down the kitchen
You know that one meme thats like
“You sure you aren't coming today”
“Ya im not feeling good”
“Oh ok ___ just came in”
*poof* “where they at?”
“WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?”
basically him towards you
He Would rectate dumb shit you saw online with you
best duo
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rainydayz-nstuff · 6 months
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Adventure Time
You can probably tell what I’m mostly going to be posting about 🫤 Anyways, this is briefly based on my own AT fanfic that I have.
So here is Finn x Ice Kings Kid! Reader (How you met)
Let’s start off with how you appeared since you’re human. Gunter found you while messing around in Ice King’s ‘research lab’
It was actually Simon’s old lab.
You, with very out dated clothes, were stuck in an Ice Pod where you’ve been asleep for many, many, years.
Ice King heard Gunter’s ‘wenks’ so he found both Gunter and a sleeping human
At first he asked Gunter if he had made a statue, then he opened the pod and you… nearly fell on your face.
Ice King caught you and realized you were still knocked out, and he kindly brought you to his bed and laid you down. He spent the next few hours pacing around the room and staring at you while he ate trail mix
When you woke up, he was chomping away and he was completely zoned out. Like, his pupils were huge.
You stared at him before blinking slowly. Finally, Ice King glanced down at you while letting out a hum. You locked eyes before he shrieked and started choking on his trail mix.
“Oh! Geeze, I’m sorry!” You instantly apologized.
Ice King recovered while taking deep breaths. You were now sitting up and he could tell you were kind of young.
Then, an idea hit him.
“I’m going to adopt you!”
“… You gonna what?
Ice king is now officially your dad (here you go people with daddy issues)
HES ACTUALLY A GOOD DAD NGL
He teaches you how to play the drums, the keyboard, writing fan fiction, ruling the kingdom, how he’s gonna kid nap possible wives-
You just let him rant on and on because he seems happy to talk with you
He’ll also offer to kidnap anybody you may be interested in, he doesn’t judge.
MAKES A CROWN FOR YOU! It never melts, and it looks like a mini version of his!
Cried the first time you wore it in front of him
Okay, onto the rest-
He set up a coronation to officially welcome you to the kingdom as his child.
Sends out posters, invitations, notes tied to rocks, and some people actually showed up (over half are kidnapped princesses because why not?)
Finn and Jake showed up because they found out about this coronation and thought it was a trick to lure in princesses or he kidnapped someone and was going to make them stay in his kingdom forever.
Right as the official Ice crown was to be placed on your head, they kicked the doors open and stopped the ceremony.
Ice King, like usual, got mad and instantly flew in the air to use his powers.
He flew up too quickly and knocked himself out when he hit the ceiling.
Before you could rush over to your dad, Finn grabbed your hand and whisked you away like a bride
He gave you a reassuring smile to try and convince you that you were now safe
It didn’t make you safe
“Hey! Put me down!” You struggled to get out of his grasp. “Seriously, who are you?!”
Finn stopped running before he sat you down. Your shimmery light blue, bordering white, outfit matched the icy floor. “My names Finn, and that was Jake.”
His toothy smile and heroic pose made you stare at him blankly before you turned around. “I’m going back to see my dad.”
Finn’s face fell and he tried to grab your arm. “Hey, wait! Don’t go back there, it’s dangerous!” He tried to warn you, but your brushed him off.
“Don’t care. My dad just got knocked out, and I don’t think Gunter knows how to use bandages.”
After marching back inside, you found your dad mumbling to himself. And Gunter was stuck in bandages.
After getting the little guy out, you helped your dad and picked him up to bring him to his bed.
All the guests had left after the ambush so you changed out of the ceremony attire, and then put on normal clothes only with the crown on this time.
Finn, very interested in who you are, spied on you and noted how… familiar you seemed.
You had never met before, but he felt like you were something he was missing.
Then he realized you were human.
He outed himself when he gasped before he also fell to the ground and made a loud crash.
You stood tall over him while he stared up at you. Your eyes glared down at his nervous form.
“Get out of here.” Your voice laced with venom, but oddly enough… he blushed.
Finn stuttered a bit while you raised an eyebrow. He then quickly got up, grabbed your hand, kissed it, then ran away
You never told your dad what happened, but you still didn’t comprehend what just happened.
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weebsinstash · 6 months
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Babe! A new Helluva Boss episode just dropped! And Ozzie and Fizz are just so goddamn cute! 😍😭 and Ozzie is such a sweetheart! (I hope he’s genuinely such a softie and not playing an act, we need more softie demons).
Can we please talk about Yandere! Ozzie again? Pretty please with a shit ton of sprinkles on top? 🥺
Bestie thank youuuu I watched that shit immediately and I have so many thoughts
This episode actually shows a big reason why I haven't really published a lot for like, Ozzie or Valentino in terms of actual fics because, my take on Ozzie's personality based purely off his debut appearance would've been a lot more different and now we see that, bro he's, suave yeah, but also, a huge green flag lovable cinnamon roll dork??? Valentino, we only have seen so much of. To be honest the way he's been presented seems to sway from "scary as fuck during gangster business stuff" to "he's kind of a ratchet ho, actually" and I'm not, entirely super confident writing stuff for him because like, I'm more of, assuming? I can't, analyze his character like I can for other characters with more material out for them.
For real though, my current stance on this matter is: Asmodeus, you could go to him and ask for his knowledge and advice on like genuine issues or things you're curious or concerned about like, legit you could sit down and have STD talks with this man ("h-hey Ozzie is it normal to have xyz on my you know what" "oh honey yes that's just like a blood blister from friction you're fine" "oh my god ok good because I was worried it was cancer" "HONEY NO 😩") meanwhile fucking Valentino over here would be like "bitch why you got cellulite" and like make backhanded comments like, oh maybe he could reward you with a boob job instead of your next paycheck (as in like, cosmetic surgery 💀 you know I've thought about that? Yan Valentino who's crazy for ya but, not crazy enough to not make certain, tweaks to your actual body. Maybe he dyes your hair or has it styled a specific way and basically refuses to let you do whatever you want with it. Gets your boobs or ass done. Makes you get fillers/botox for any wrinkles/static lines. Controlling your wardrobe is a must. You're like his little.... pursedog)
(That being said though. I'd still let him hit 😩 reader who gets drunk and fucks around and finds out--)
Anyways though, over here in our corner we believe in unapologetic self indulgence and I still believe a Reader who has magical abilities or powers and whatnot and can travel the rings through whatever convoluted means is a fun time. So. We're gonna do that! I mean. Asmodeus honestly seems chill enough that even if you like, somehow crashed into his club, as long as you were polite and respectful, he'd be chill with letting your hang around, maybe even getting a kick out of teasing you (but never pushing anything too far unless you show interest, and if you show any discomfort or trauma he backs off to re-strategize). I imagine his club would actually be pretty fun? Drinks, live music, although, kind of makes me wonder, how openly horny is this place? Probably not like "coochie in your face" like working for Valentino, so, Reader could even be all "honestly this is such a much more safe welcoming environment to engage in like sexuality" and Ozzie hears this and its like, dude. You might as well have just struck him through the heart with cupids own arrow, but, also, he's curious, what other places have you been?
I'm kind of convinced that if a little imp cunt like Crimson thinks he has the balls to stand up against Ozzie, hostage or not, I kinda feel like. Valentino would probably openly treat Asmodeus like shit. He'd probably be a catty fucking bitch to him. He probably looks at Ozzie as like, a diet coke version of himself, a version who has so much power but doesn't go far enough, and probably scoffs at Asmodeus' romantic attachment (even though Val has some weird on-off thing with Vox himself). Valentino doesn't give two fucks about consent and would probably openly mock Ozzie'e values
Or. They could be big business partners because, maybe there's some sort of inter-Ring porn trafficking pipeline or something, smuggling the good shit up from Lust and trading it with stuff from Sinners, who have more visual variety besides other perks etc
But just picture, Asmodeus and Fizz are, minding their own biz, at the club, chilling, listening to music, eating food vaguely shaped like clocks, and Ozzie's cell rings, and they're both like "aw I bet Reader's calling to say they're having fun at that party or whatever" but they answer it and you're like, hiding in the bathroom or a closet or something, crying, whispering under your breath "d-do you still have a place for me to stay like you said before 🥺 Valentino is really, REALLY drunk tonight and he's really scaring me, he grabbed me and--"
They're both at your exact location in like less than 5 minutes and maybe have to play it off, Ozzie distracting Val while Fizz steals you away, or, juicier, like. Imagine Val snatching your phone from your hand, going through your messages, "who the fuck have you been talking to?" And he pulls like the classic abusive boyfriend move and when he sees you're in frequent contact with someone named "Ozzie" he calls him from your phone and as soon as a male voice picks up, they're both going at it "bitch who the fuck are you?" "Bitch who the fuck are YOU?" "Why you got my baby's number?" "Why do YOU have MY baby's PHONE???" "I'm about to HAVE my foot up your ass, you--" like, you know what I mean? Asmodeus is rolling up and these two are all but butting heads with each other as you have to awkwardly explain how you know both of them and of course, suddenly there's a not quite comfortable conversation about which one of them you... "belong to", neither of them wanting to leave you with the other (although I imagine in a physical fight Asmodeus would win but Valentino would have homefield advantage involving his security dudes)
Either way like.... oh my god watching them lounge in that nice big bed together. Fizz being on Ozzie's chest, like. Give me that 😩😩😩 "oh Reader, baby, so glad you took up our offer for a place to crash, but, since it was so short notice it'll have to be with us tonight" type shit and like you're fine with that but then bedtime comes and. There's Literally Only One Bed. And you're like ok you know what I'm not really in a position to be ungrateful, Valentino could have actually fucking hurt me or trafficked me or whatever, but, you're still small enough that Asmodeus could hypotheticallyyyy just, reach an arm over and scoop up you into his chest for a cuddle, or just have you in the crook of his arm like a cat or a teddy bear. Ozzie definitely sees an immediate perk on Fizz not being so much of a troll as to give you the airhorn treatment your first morning there, so, obviously, they have, multiple motivations to, keep urging you to stay 👀 after all, Val is going to be looking for you in the Pride Ring, and you don't have any other friends, so, you're kind of stuck with their whims aren't you? Unless you try to run off on your own, and I mean. Really. They can just hire someone to bring you back lmao. Or get you themselves. Could you imagine feeling way you uncomfortable around them and slipping away and suddenly you find a little white demon dog on wheels happily rolling up to you out of nowhere and it's. Fucking tracking you for Fizzarolli and Asmodeus, like. Damn, can't even trust the dogs in Hell. Demon dogs in Ohio be like
Anyways idk I just like the idea of like. Combining several ideas, you do the whole "accidentally did the whole Death Fall From The Sky and crash into Vals sunroof, he keeps you in servitude because you have to repay him, eventually you Fall into Lust and you start basically doing double jobs at both clubs and prefer Ozzie and he eventually has to rescue you". Also like Valentino "canonically" humiliates his partners on social media so I can imagine he's just publicly belittling and negging you all the time. One second you're happy at Ozzie's listening to music and eating unholy amounts of onion rings with your quirky well intentioned clown friend, the next week Asmodeus sees a Sinstagram post where Valentino is just like "cutie was whining she couldn't get any tips so I helped her out 😜🤭🍈🍈" and its just. A photo of you in your work uniform where he clearly just reached forward and tore open the front of your blouse and he is just. Full on deadass without any hint of irony making you basically work in your bra and he's just without any remorse posting photos of your running mascara and you're clearly crying but what can you do?
Val posting a photo of him literally shoving a tip INTO your bra, his FINGERS in there, and other like little clips and snippets of him demeaning you while you're like actually fucking blubbering "and make sure to get me extra ice!" "*sobbing noises*" "I didn't hear a REPLY! Do I need to take some of those nice tips I'm helping you make?" "N n noOo I'm sorry" "sorry WHAT?" "M sorry mister Valentino, I'm sorry, I'll get your drink right away mister Valentino" and Val is just slapping your ass HARD as you turn to leave like and just laughing like this is the most fun he's ever had
like I feel like Asmodeus realistically would only be able to do so much IN Pride itself (because would You show up in your boss' turf doing your own shit? Big risk) BUT, I mean. You go down to Lust and you're basically fair game. You show up to your next shift after The Boob Incident and Ozzie's like "giiiiiiiirl imma keep it real with you, I know you wanna try and be independent but I got some concerns--" and he's barely even halfway through it before you're just, TEAR EXPLOSION, "i hate working for him, I HATE IT, I wanna work HERE full time, but I don't have a place to staAaaAaay" and just. Some UGLY crying because you're at wits end
Zero hesitation here's Asmodeus "Sweetie what kind of apartment do you want??? You want a penthouse? I can get you a penthouse?? You want some shopping money?? Tell Big O whatever you need." and the next thing you know Valentino is scrolling through Sinastagram and has to do a double take as your account starts posting all kinds of photos of you looking cute and having fun and, poolside in a bathing suit and you're becoming more comfortable with your body and your sexuality and, he's thirsty absolutely, goes to try and tease you or make fun of you and you're just like "you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid" and just ignore him as Val is forced to watch you pal around with Asmodeus (either as just friends or total fuck buddies like, deadass catch me out here "hey so, there's this position I've always wanted to try--")
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Hi! It’s me again I was wondering if I could request another goku + younger sister reader but this time can it be but like them being siblings and them doing sibling stuff (Hc’s please 😚🫶)
HIIII! Yes! If you couldn't tell by now I love doing any platonic goku stuff its so cute and fun to think abt
GOKU AS Y0UR BIG BROTHER!
• Okay so just an FYI, you weren't raised by your big brother. Sorry, chi chi has enough stress with sayains as is, and not enough budget for three mouths again.
•Also, because you didn't hit your head when you landed, you werent exactly good.
•Not to say you were 'Abduct his child' type evil, probably because you're only four years older than Goten, but tou weren't good either. You blew up some stuff, injured people and tried to establish your dominance over the planet, gave Yamcha several heart attacks, and you had No idea who Vegeta was.
•So when they tried to get him to order you around that clearly backfired when his authority was tested by a sassy adolescent.
•"cease this absurd behavior! Your prince demands it!"
•It didn't help that he was wearing the pink shirt with some odd sandels. You looked him up and down before you scoffed.
•"Sorry princess, but I don't listen to stupid men in pink."
•Safe to say, you were a jerk, Goku knocked you out and Vegeta had to sit this fight out or he'd strangle a child.
•It took yall a while to get along, not because of trust issues from Raditz but because you were low-key evil too and you didn't like ANYONE at first.
•Hell it took a while to get you to stop being territorial or just flat out running away.
•Goku was the last person you bonded with, and that was because he kept having to drag you back home with your teeth latched into his arm.
•"Hey there- AH!" he cries out as you lunge at him and sink your teeth into his arm,, he swings his arm around hoping to detach you but its like you're locked on!
•"Ouch! Who just goes around biting people?!"
•Things changed a bit when you guys actually got along though. I guess the biting brought you closer??
•Goku doesn't visit that much, when it isn't involving training. I mean, the guy has work and trains with gods. He's very busy, but he makes time for you.
•Since you're close to gotens age but also a few years older, he likes to make time to pick you up from school to hang out with him and Goten for a bit.
•Its not like he just snatches you up out of school, he knows better, he's a father afterall, but after-school he's always excited to pick you and Goten up.
•"Hey! Ready to go?"
•However sometimes he forgets that he can't fly in public. Easy slip up, can you blame him though? It's as natural as walking!
°"Goku! You're flying!"
•"oh! Shoot!"
•Outings and shopping sprees are rare but he has experience with Chi Chi so he learned how to juggle the bags you throw to him while you go crazy in the mall.
•He doesn't mind it though because its a way to spend time with a non-deadly family member. Although he questions how deadly you are when it comes to a sale.
•"Hey! Thats on sale!"
°"But didn't that lady already cut infront to take it?"
•"That doesn't mean I'm gonna let her keep it!"
•Its like watching deers headbutt eachother. Then you just come back with the biggest grin holding up the shirt you wanted and adding it to the pile.
•When it comes to the food I pray for the people cooking..
•The two of you together have nearly been banned due to how much you eat, one restaurant offered to pay you two to just leave and stop ordering.
•You guys do play fight, at random times too.
•One minute you're getting along and they next, one of you is punching the other in the face.
•Goku bites. It's Canon, we see it all the time so don't think he won't chomp down just because yall are play fighting.
•it might also be payback for when you bit him...
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hwaseonghwasworld · 5 months
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Brothers Best Friend Chapter 5: Sisters “Boyfriend”
Summary: Yunho doesn't want his baby sister (Y/n) dating any of his friends especially Mingi since they are like brothers to him and it's an issue when all Y/n's friends are dating Yunho's friends but he wouldn't let Y/n talk to any guys since he's so overprotective, it's such a shame that she's been with Mingi for almost 2 years and no one knows. What will happen if Yunho finds out?
Song Mingi x Reader
Warnings: cursing, smut, fights
Word count: 550
Genre: series, angst, comedy, fluff, hidden relationship, High school au
Updates: probably Friday at 10pm BST
The next day passed and my brother is still being an asshole, I sat in my seat with my friends and told them about our visitor “wait so your dads getting married again” “yup” Mingi heard the convo and his head shot up confused l looked over at him realising I never told him since after this whole mess I fell asleep and didn’t tell him what happened. Since his friends don’t know about us I couldn’t tell him what’s going on in this room.
I walked out of class and texted Mingi where I was and he went to me and closed the class room door behind him, “hey what’s going on” I looked up at him and he hugged me as I explained the story. “My dad is getting remarried” “they’ve been together for 2 years” Mingi looked at me in shock, he could see the pain in my eyes so he wrapped his arms around me and pissed my forehead.
Yunho stormed in as soon as we broke the hug and I rolled my eyes knowing he’s gonna say some dumb shit. “WHAT THE FUCK” I interrupt his anger making him get angrier “relax” “THE FUCK YOU MEAN” “ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING DATING” I had to come up with something on the top of my head, “no dumbass, I have a boyfriend” Mingi looked at me confused “you do?” I look at Mingi telling him to shut up “then who is it?”
At that moment my best friend Shotaro walk in, “is everything good?” I ran up to him and stood next to him “he’s my boyfriend” Shotaro looked at me confused and I slowly look back at him, trying to get him to understand “oh yes we are” Mingi looked at us a little jealous which confused me since he knew it was a lie “oh really? Then kiss” I looked a Shotaro and back at my brother “we’ve only been dating for a week so no” “whatever” Yunho walked out and me and Mingi sighed in relief knowing we just dodged a bullet “so are you gonna tell me what’s going on?” “Yunho doesn’t know me and Mingi are together and I don’t want him to know cause he’ll freak out” Shotaro looked at us confused as mingi wrapped his arm around my shoulder, I had to explain to him about how long we’ve been together for.
Shotaro agreed to act like my boyfriend in front of my brother, after sorting it out we went to class and I told my friends what’s going on. Shotaro sat next to me in class and we were talking and laughing to make it believable so while my brother way standing outside my class window he could see it and think we’re actually together, Mingi hated the fact that my attention wasn’t on him, he say the way Shotaro was looking at me so I texted him reassuring him that it’s just so my brother believes me and could leave me alone which means that it’ll be over soon, since Shotaro wasn’t in school for a while since him and his family went on holiday my brother believed me when I said we were dating since he wasn’t in class to make prove it until now.
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bunting27 · 1 year
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hey I would love a Trevor Zegras blurb/imagine with this prompt I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. I’m thinking some friends to lovers and he’s holding himself back. Maybe she’s in his group of friends but they aren’t close and she’s questioning why. It can get pretty smutty but not all the way? Thank you!
critical thinking ✏︎ t. zegras
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a/n: i do not actually know anything about the summer house situation but it was too convenient not to use. another blurb is coming tonight for bunts !!
prompts: "i shouldn't allow myself to get this close to you"
warnings: language, suggestive content
wc: 0.9k
taglist: @sidcrosbyspuck
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she could see the look of horror on trevor’s face the second he pulled her name from the baseball cap in the middle of the living room of the hughes’ summer house.
while the group of them had a few weeks to be here without the supervision of jack, quinn, and luke’s mom and dad, they decided to throw a party. 
y/n had been close with the brothers her entire life, originally having been given quinn as her ‘guardian angel’ in elementary school, a program where kids in the third to sixth grade would be given the responsibility of sitting with the kindergarteners on the bus since they lived nearby.
that tradition stuck with them, having sat together in the years they went to school with each other up until quinn got to highschool. being luke’s age, she was over at the hughes’ home a lot, and their parents almost saw her as a daughter. she always went to the lake with them in the summer.
when each of the boys were in their respective years of world juniors contention, the friend circle just kept growing and growing, and now there had been a hoard of them taking a trip down to michigan every summer for a bit of free time before the new seasons started.
this had been the first year the party had gone from just people in the group to the house and backyard being almost completely packed, courtesy of raya and each of the boys telling everyone to bring their friends.
in the living room, a couple dozen people were playing spin the bottle, but instead of a bottle was a hat full of everyone’s names. 
trevor was greatly regretting that suggestion, originally having thought it would stop people from cheating and would cause more drama. boy was he right, in the worst of ways.
none of the hughes brothers were playing the game, but he could still almost feel three pairs of eyes boring into his soul from wherever they were in the house as he nodded to her and they made their way to the designated room for the game.
“you look like you’re about to cry, z” he looked up from his lap and scanned her, shaking his head.
trevor had always kept his distance from her, usually opting to pair with someone else during party games or go for the option that she hadn’t been part of entirely.
they hardly ever spoke, but she wasn’t stupid. all he would do was stare, aggressively, right at her until she caught him and then he’d pretend like it never happened. she felt like she was harbouring a middle school hallway crush again.
“no, it’s just i don’t want to fuck up our friendship, and there’s quinn and luke. probably jack, too. they’d murder me, and-” she chuckled, ruffling his hair and sitting down on the bed next to him
“you don’t need to make excuses, trev. if you don’t want to do anything that’s fine” he looked at her with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing like a fish while he tried to string together what he wanted to say in his head 
“no, no. oh god, thats not- i do want to, y/n/n, that’s the issue,” he stopped talking, feeling like he was just gonna upset the both of them if he continued, and she raised an eyebrow.
“i get it, trev,” they sat in silence for the next five or six minutes until someone came to let them out of the room, disappointed to see the two of them were just sitting around. after all, that wasn’t the point of drunk party games.
the next morning was even worse for trevor, because not only was he rethinking the entire conversation in his head way too hard for way too long, he was also nursing one of the most powerful hangover’s in his lifetime.
everyone was kicking out people who had fallen asleep on furniture or around the yard while also trying to clean, and he was being uncharacteristically quiet and helpful.
“trevor. do we need to talk?” she wasn’t expecting to have to talk to him about anything that happened last night, he was drunk and she figured she handled it maturely enough while it was happening, but she immediately noticed he was off.
“please,” she nodded, pulling him over into the same empty room as the night before and looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to talk first.
when he didn’t, she rolled her eyes and gave him a kiss, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and looking up at him so maybe he’d just say something.
“I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you” was all he said, the only thing going through his brain is how colossally screwed everyone would be if he fucked it all up.
“oh my god, trevor. who gives a shit what quinn wants, or what could happen. if you want me, just say it” he finally looked her in the eyes and nodded slightly, wrapping his own arms around her the way she had.
“you think more critically than i thought you would,” she mumbled, connecting their lips again and feeling him smile against her, turning to face the bed and backing her against it til she fell onto her back.
his hands slid under her shirt, lips moving to her neck and she smiled.
“you gonna fuck me like you should’ve last night?” 
“would be stupid not to, huh?” she laughed, nodding and pulling his lips back down towards hers.
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emsprovisions · 1 month
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“you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.” from the trope prompts...go wild...
Title: it’d be so nice, right? Tags: Human au | exes to lovers | early-twenties gustho A/N: this is sooo heavily inspired by “skinny dipping” by Sabrina Carpenter Word count: 873 words Prompt: Tropes
Gus certainly wasn’t planning on running into his ex on Valentine’s Day of all days. Really, he’d hoped to never run into Matt Tholomule at all if he could help it. He was still trying to get over him almost a year later, and sure, Gus thought he was just being stupid when every little thing reminded him of Matt. He couldn’t even walk into a hardware store without thinking about his ex’s job, or the sets they used to build together for the theatre department at school. 
So when Gus’s head snapped up when he heard the barista call a “double espresso over ice with light milk for Matt,” he wasn’t expecting it to actually be his Matt. He just figured maybe a lot of Matt’s had a terrible taste in coffee. 
He wasn’t so lucky.
Matt caught Gus’s eye, having noticed him from the spectacle he’d put on when the barista called his name. He grinned that stupid lopsided grin that Gus remembered too well. There was a small scar on the right corner of his bottom lip. His left cheek dimpled with his smile. Gus gulped and tried his best to put a hamper on his emotions when it became increasingly clear that Matt was approaching him. 
“Hi, Gus.” Gus’s insides tensed up hearing Matt’s voice saying his name. It felt so right. It felt so wrong. 
He smiled cordially at his ex, trying to hide all of his true emotions so Matt wouldn’t be able to tell how much seeing him was affecting him. 
Somewhere in his mind, a little animated Augustus was stomping on Matt’s stupid heart and his stupid face, Lizzie McGuire style. 
“Hi,” he said back. Then, before he could help it, “How are you?” 
“I’m good! It’s been awhile. You look really good.” 
Gus felt his face begin to flush. “Thanks,” he said awkwardly, looking anywhere but Matt’s eyes. 
“So, How’s your dad?” Matt asked, changing the subject.
Gus shrugged. “He’s alright, still working too hard.”
“Yeah,” Matt laughed. “My folks, too. Hey, how’s grad school going?”
Gus was a bit alarmed by the small talk. Matt was supposed to know all of these things about him already. He was supposed to be by his side. It was weird there were gaps in his knowledge about Gus. Though Gus realized that, in nine months, anything could be different with Matt. He wondered briefly if Matt was seeing someone new, if he’d already replaced him. Gus hadn’t been able to move on, hadn’t gone on any dates or tried to meet any guys–much to Skara’s dismay. It was Matt, his heart belonged to Matt, it always had. Right now, back in Matt’s presence, he was forgetting why his heart ever stopped belonging to Matt. He couldn’t seem to recall any of the ways they had self-sabotaged their relationship, their fights in Steve’s garage, Matt’s commitment issues. 
“Grad school’s going well, I’m pretty much all geared up to graduate in the fall.” Gus said, smiling a bit. He was proud of the hard work that he had accomplished.  
“That’s awesome! You’re gonna be the most bad-ass librarian, man. I’m still at my job and working slowly on my bachelor’s. I’ll probably graduate next year.”
“That’s great to hear, Matt!” Gus couldn’t be certain right now, but he was pretty sure Matt’s six-year long and counting degree in architecture had been one of the wedges in their crumbling relationship. It really had been a long time.
Matt suddenly looked around where Gus was sitting. “You didn’t get a drink yet?”
“Oh,” Gus said lamely. “No, I was, uh, waiting for Skara. She was taking pity on me on single’s awareness day.”
“Skara running late? Neeever.” Matt laughed. “Can I get you something though, while you wait, I mean?”
Every alarm bell in Gus’s head was screaming no. “Yeah, sure.”
“Venti upside-down caramel macchiato with oat milk?” Matt asked, pointing at Gus to confirm his order even as he started heading to the register. 
Gus sat back in pure shock. “Yeah,” he nodded, eyebrows knit together as he stared at Matt hard. 
“What? You thought I wouldn’t remember your order?” He grinned that dumb lopsided grin again. “Please, Augustus Give me more credit than that. After all, you remember mine too.”
Gus felt his cheeks flush with heat as Matt went to order his drink. 
He came back a few minutes later with Gus’s sugary, caffeinated drink in hand. “You know, this has been really nice. Maybe we should do this on purpose sometime.”
Gus blinked at him. “What, like a date?”
“Maybe,” Matt grinned. “Doesn’t have to be. You free Friday? We could go to Antonio’s like we used to.”
“You don’t think there’s too many memories attached to that place?” Gus chuckled nervously.
“Not if we don’t sit at our old table,” Matt shrugged. 
And Gus couldn’t fathom anything wrong with that. It was just dinner. It didn’t even have to be a date, Matt said so. And he missed Matt. So, so much. 
“Friday it is,” Gus smiled. 
They could just have dinner, it’d be that simple. They’d avoid their old table. There’d be no baggage. They could just exist. 
Matt smiled back. “See you Friday!”
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snailpebbles · 11 months
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Misunderstood
Carl Grimes x Dixon!Fem!Reader
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Request @janessabaker hope this fits what you wanted!! If there's anything you'd like me to edit later on I'll do so happily =)
Summary: You and Carl have been together since the world failed. Carl notices you've been a bit distant but what he doesn't know is that you have BPD and anxiety, you've been too scared to tell him. Ace is your service dog which Carl thought was just a pet. He confronts you about this, and it doesn't go too well.
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Carl didn't know what went wrong. You had been acting off lately which isn't unusual, it's happened before but never this.. severe? Finally he was fed up and went to Daryl, your dad, to see what the issue was.
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"Hey uh.. Daryl? Do you have any idea why ___ has been acting," He takes a moment to think of a word but Daryl cuts him off, sighing a bit as he stands.
"Empty, angry or upset?" Carl nods as Daryl scratches his head a bit.
"Ace hasn't been helpin'?" He begins to pace the room, talking to Carl who is oh so very confused.
"How'd you know and how would Ace help??" Daryl turns his head to look at him as though he's an idiot. Walking up to him, Daryl asks, "She ain't never told ya? Ace is her service dog."
Carl stands there, a bit dumbfounded. "Why would she have a service dog? I've known her for years but she's never once said ace was a service dog, let alone she needed one." He begins feeling lied to, almost deceived in a way. Before Daryl can formulate a response, Carl's already storming into your room.
"___ what the actual fuck?!" You were peacefully sitting on your bed when your beloved boyfriend decided to break that peace.
"Carl? What're you doing?" You can tell he's upset and based on how he stormed in, yelling your name, it's probably at you. Your mind goes through all possible things you could've done to upset him, but come up empty. He walks up to your bed where you're sitting, and begins to speak with a thinly veiled hurt in his tone.
"Why didn't you tell me about Ace?" He looks at you accusingly, and then at the German shepherd in your lap. By this point Ace had already climbed over to you, laying down on you to provide some sort of comfort or ground. Your mind races as you begin to feel angry at his baseless hurt.
"What about Ace?! Do you have a problem or something!?" You're obviously getting upset which in turn makes him upset.
"Oh I don't know, maybe it's because you've been distant and now suddenly have a service dog?! God ___ I've known you for years but now I feel like I don't know anything!!" He looks down at the ground after his outburst, backing from your bed a bit. Ace whines in your lap while you take in his blunt, harsh words.
".. who told you? Was it my dad?" Your voice is a whisper, now realizing you have to come clean about what you fear most, already believing the relationship is ruined. Carl nods in response and you sigh.
"Listen.. I have Borderline Personality Disorder, and anxiety. I should've told you earlier, I know and I'm sorry. I was so scared you'd leave me and I already struggle with the whole relationship thing." Tears well in your eyes as you stumble over your words, trying to fix the built up issue. Carl takes this information in, and then sits next to you, taking your hand in his. He rubs your thumb reassuringly as you look at eachother.
"___ I love you, no matter what okay? I'm not gonna stop loving you just because of a disorder. You're still you and this means I can help now right? Whatever you need, I can do." He tries to smile at you, he literally has no clue what to actually say. You begin to calm down just a bit, largely because of Ace.
"I'm sorry I've been so distant, I really didn't mean to become like that. Thanks for understanding though." You smile at him apologetically and lean into his side. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses the top of your head before answering.
"Next time you feel like this, come to me okay? At least let your dad know if you can, he was pretty worried." He laughs a little at the thought of Daryl running around like a worried mouse. You both lay down, cuddling up to one another as Ace curls up at your feet.
"Okay.. I love you." He smiles at this, leaning his head down a bit to press a kiss to your lips.
"I love you most ___."
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Okay so this really was not that good, which I greatly apologize for. I really hope it at least hits some of your wishes? If not please let me know and I'll do my best to correct it!!
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(wait for the season to come back to me tag)
It takes them nearly two hours to get to Dustin’s place. Steve’s never really understood how Dustin can stand living so far out from the city, after growing up in a small town like Hawkins, but Dustin seems pretty happy with his yard and his dogs and everything.
The dogs in question start barking up a storm as they walk up to the door, Eddie trailing behind a few steps. He’s not subtle about how nervous he is, hood pulled up and hands tucked into his pockets. Steve’s sort of worried that he’s going to bolt, just disappear into the wilds of Wilmette, and Steve is never going to see him again.
Steve can hear Dustin getting closer to the door, yelling over the ruckus, “Jeez, settle down! It’s Steve, you know Steve!”
The door swings open, and Steve grabs Eddie’s sleeve to haul him inside before Dustin can get a good look, or react, or anything. Just, it’ll be better not to do this on the front lawn.
“Wow, Steve, rude. This is what you were being so mysterious about, a new girlfriend?”
“Not exactly,” says Eddie.
Dustin whirls around to look at him, really look at him beyond the mass of hair and slim build, and falls completely silent. Eddie lifts a hand in a weak little half-wave.
“It’s Eddie,” says Steve, unnecessarily.
“Steve,” says Dustin. “This isn’t funny.”
“See why I couldn’t say anything over the phone?” Steve huffs. “He’s right here and you don’t even believe it. He was—uh, actually, maybe Eddie should tell this part.” Steve hasn’t let go of Eddie’s sleeve, and he tugs at it. Eddie shuffles a little closer.
“Hey, buddy,” says Eddie. “Sorry about…leaving. Jesus, you got tall. Think you might be taller than Steve, now.”
“I’ve been trying not to take it personally,” says Steve.
“Prove it,” Dustin snaps. “If you’re really Eddie, tell me something only he would know.”
Eddie pushes a hand through his hair. “Fuck, I dunno. Um—oh, after our first Hellfire session together, you stayed behind to tell me I was running the game wrong. You had, like, an itemized list. Nearly kicked you out right then and there, but you said you'll get there in this super condescending way and I actually thought that was funny as hell."
Dustin’s eyes get wide. “What the fuck! Eddie? I mean—Eddie?”
“Yeah, man.” Eddie’s smiling; he looks like he might be tearing up.
Steve decides he probably isn’t needed for this part, and slips into the kitchen. The radio on the counter’s already playing, so he turns it up a little. He putters around, looks at the new backsplash and grabs a beer from the fridge. Dustin always has the weirdest freaking beers. The label on this one says it was made in some kind of European monastery. Steve doesn’t hate it, and he can tell it’s different from a standard-issue Heineken, but he doesn’t really get what Dustin likes about it. He thinks he might be too uncultured to appreciate the monks’ hard work, or something.
Steve’s just about finished the beer, all the way down to its funky sediment, and is trying real hard not to want to turn the radio down and eavesdrop, when he hears a crash from the living room.
He rushes in, heart racing, to see Eddie sprawled on the floor and rubbing his head. The ceiling lamp is swinging wildly.
“Guess what!” says Dustin. “Eddie can totally fly up to at least six feet if he starts from higher ground. We’re gonna try this outside next time and really figure out his upper limits.”
“Jesus, Dustin,” Steve groans, slumping in relief. “Give the guy a break. He’s been having tests run on him for the last decade, you don’t think they’ve figured out everything there is to figure out about…” he waves a hand in Eddie’s direction.
“It’s fine.” Eddie climbs to his feet. “I wasn’t the most cooperative subject for those dudes, so I don’t know how good their tests were.”
The word cooperative settles like monastic sediment in Steve’s gut. He’d been assuming that Eddie’d been at least sort of going along with the whole thing willingly, which in retrospect had been such a stupid thing to assume. He wants to set the whole fucking Hawkins Lab on fire. He wants to take a sledgehammer to every goddamn inch of the concrete that kept Eddie trapped and hurting. He—he takes a breath and unclenches his fists.
“Okay,” he says. “No more flying tests indoors, though. And, and definitely nothing else before we get some damn food in us. We having dinner tonight or what?”
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savimatteo2810 · 2 years
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The Chain playing Minecraft HCs
Time - The only one with a house. He has a huge wheat farm, a bunch of animals, a bunch of dogs, he’s having such a good time. However, he has no idea how the game works and he’s walking around really awkwardly because he still hasn’t learnt the controls. Minding his own business, forgets the crafting recipes all the time and honestly just there for a good time. He’s enjoying himself. Get this man a fishing rod, because he will loose his mind when he realises he can fish in game as well.
Legend - Stealing from everyone. “Hey, has anyone seen my diamonds?” someone asks. “No, sorry.” Legend replies while wearing a full set of diamond armour he definitely did not have a few minutes prior. He’s very mediocre at the game, but he built a house and now he’s preoccupying himself by just... stealing everyone’s riches. Doesn’t usually play the game, so he gets bored very quickly. Terrorises the villagers as a result of this. Don’t give him a flint and steel, he's the griefer of the group. Killing Twilight’s minecraft animals, probably.
Wild - Speedrunning the game. He disappears in the first five minutes and they don’t see him for hours. The only idea they have of what he’s doing is the achievements popping up in the chat box. Like, oh looks like he’s getting stone, iron, oh he deflected a skeleton’s arrow- WAIT, NOW HE’S IN THE NETHER? BLAZE RODS? He’s killed the dragon, now. Next time they see him he has full netherite and the dragon egg. Sir. How have you done this.
Hyrule - Having mad internet issues. Lagging in and out of the game. Every movement looks like he is floating, and his mic? Shambles. Terrible. When his game isn’t running at five frames a second, he’s getting himself lost in caves and mines. Usually, he spends most of their gaming sessions wrestling his internet connection to let him play for more than two seconds at a time. “Brb, gonna go kick my router” or “I need a better laptop” are common things to hear from him.
Wind - Dying every five seconds. Wind? He's been playing the longest out of everyone so he probably knows the most. Knows all of the spawn mechanics, knows a lot of strange trivia, knows what blocks look good together. Can he actually use any of this knowledge? NO. He’s the wiki of the group, but he’s still kind of terrible at the game. He’s been dying to the same group of mobs for ten minutes. He’s so sick of everything. He’s having such a bad time. Please help him. 
Sky - Currently living with Time. Very new to and pretty bad at the game, but doesn’t really care. He’s having a good time. He keeps saying he’ll make a house but they all know he won’t. He wants a bunch of parrots, so he spends four hours transporting a bunch of them back to Time’s house. And then Wind tells him to feed them a cookie. Cue Sky crying. Minding his own business as well, him and Time keeping the entire server fed with that wheat farm since he’s usually the one tending to it because he has nothing else to do. Happy to just walk around and talk with his friends while not doing anything.
Warriors - Living in a village, but like, nicely. He’s building walls around it, he’s killing mobs, he’s just improving a village. Replants all their crops, kicks Legend out when he’s terrorising the villagers, all that good stuff. Anyway, he finds a horse and it’s all over when he gets a saddle. Honestly, no one has seen him for a while, he’s literally just been in this one village building it up, it’s actually a little bit impressive. Probably the best builder out of all of them. Surprisingly bad at PVP.
Twilight - Tripping into all of the dangerous areas and dying. Nether? Didn’t know what it was, ended up dying in lava. Cave? Placed a torch on gravel, fell to his death. Deep Dark? Found the Warden. Never going in a cave again. He is just really clueless to what’s going on. Fairly decent at building, but aside from that? Hopeless. Though he does love the goats. And the dogs. And the cats. Probably has the most pets out of everyone and no one quite knows why, since he doesn’t even have a house for himself. Makes a grave for every animal he has that dies. 
Four - Destroying everyone’s peace. He tried to play the game normally at the beginning, but he died and lost everything so he gave up. Now, he’s just wrecking any semblance of peace anyone has. Surprisingly good at trapping people. He has made... so many traps. Everyone is so cautious around things he builds because there is a 90% chance he has trapped it. Really good with redstone and the technical stuff, which no one else can even comprehend because “A comparator does WHAT.” His base would be full of little mechanisms for everything if he actually had one lol 
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Okay warnings to the people when you post this bc it has spoilers for the new chapter of dbas, thats my warning bc i need to talk about it
…Specifically this
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Like… THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT MJ IN THIS ARENT THEY? AND THE GUY TRIES MAKING IT SEEM LIKE WE ARE A TRAITOR AND THEN MIELS SAYS NOT TO USE THAT WORD. THEN EVEN LATER WE HAVE A CONVO WITH HOBIE AND THE POOR BABY TENSES UP WHEN THE WORD IS BROUGH UP LIKE?! MJ BETRAYED THEM SHE HAD TO, AND THE TRINKETS AND SHIT IN THE ROOM WE ARE IN HAS TO BE MJS ROOM BC WE KNOW HOBIE HAS TRUST ISSUES AND SHES PROBABLY THE REASON WHY. AND THE CAPTIVE SAYING THAT ONLY PROVES IT EVEN MORE WITH THE ‘REPLACEMENT’ AND THE DAY HES TALKING ABOUT IS PROBABLY THE DAY HOBIE FOUND OUT MJ WAS A TRAITOR AND SHIT WENT DOWN THAT DAY.
I do love how hobie jokes with us but i hated being called out as reader, like sir stop reading me and how about i read you. But the stuff with readers mother though or the motherly figure she had, with like the necklace as well and all that. I feel like hobie might be hiding it or something, i dont know like when it had the necklace it felt weird… fishy. Like. I dont know how to describe it but it makes me so sad when like grabbing for the necklace and not having it there (ive felt that)
And the fact that r is slowly losing memories of the motherly person because of some greedy mfs. Like my heart broke reading that where its so hard to recall memories and all that because i genuinely actually struggle with my memory and it makes it so horrible having loved someone and slowly forgetting them, their voice, their face, what they taught you, and ect.
I could go on an even more/longer tangent but i cant remember things word for word or cant remember things after hours of not seeing it and after naps. Today im a little dazed. But i still love and appreciate your series and im so excited for it
I will be heartbroken if reader ends up leaving the ship because i swear to god, because i know everyone on that ship loves and needs reader, especially for wounds and shit like that. Hobies gonna need reader, they all need reader so like. Stay on the ship reader youll have a sense of comfort and youll have the family you lost because of greed and your own trauma. Come on reader, plus you got loads of books‼️‼️ Plus bonus you get a hot captain and amazing crewmates. I need to like, stop this tangent.
I love your writing, you are my favorite author, and i cant wait for everything. Everything from you makes me extremely happy and im very happy that me going on rants like this to you can make you motivated to right, because i do pay attention to our other convos.
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AHHHHHH!!! You have no idea how this made my day!!! Thank you for telling me your thoughts!
I can't deny nor confirm 🤭🤭🤭
Hobie was roasting the shit out of R 🤣🤣 She needs to roast him back tbh
I have a problem with memory too 😭 like it's not even cute anymore 😔 like I have to occasionally read my old works just to remember it again and I always go "I wrote this? Damn what a banger" 🤣
Hey, we'll see in the next chapter if she stays!! I'm actually so excited for that one because [redacted] and then they [redacted] oh it'll be so fun to write!!
🥹🥹🥹 Thank you! You calling me an author made me tear up 😭 I try my best at writing since I strive to continue on improving with every work I put out so that one day I'll be confident enough to write that one novel idea that I have! Interactions like these make me so happy and motivated to just keep on writing so thank you, my love! (⁠*⁠^⁠3⁠^⁠)⁠/⁠~⁠♡
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IF YOU'RE GONNA BE DUMB || CH. 3
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DISCLAIMER: This is a reupload from my prev account! best to follow the fic through ao3 [linked below] to avoid any future issues PAIRINGS - johnny knoxville, bam margera, steve-o, chris pontius, ryan dunn x female reader WARNINGS - swearing, drinking, a little suggestive
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In the end you didn’t make it to the bar, and apparently that was a controversial decision.
You didn’t actually remember when you passed out last night, but you woke up on your sofa at 11am, disoriented and exhausted. This had to be the earliest you’ve woken up in months , must have knocked out early because of the blow to your head. Through the bleary just-woke-up haze, you heard activity coming from your kitchen, making your ears perk. Someone was in your kitchen? You sure as hell didn’t bring anyone back from that shoot yesterday…
“Mila…?” You guessed.
“Nah, Dan.”
Yay, not an intruder! Your bones creaked miserably as you went from the sofa to the kitchen, but you always feel like that first thing in the morning. Dan was your drummer and a friend from secondary school - long black hair, odd braids twisted into his locks here and there. His hazel eyes always looked sunken, like he never caught a wink of sleep, but his slightly tanned skin hid it well. Like any metal artist, he had countless piercings and tattoos - you were always jealous of his coin slot mod in his ear, but never had the balls to get it done, even when he offered to give you one himself. Despite his appearance, Dan was incredibly gentle and soft spoken, but people always thought him some kind of tough guy . Maybe his stature didn’t help. At this moment in time, Dan was waiting for his tea to steep.
“I would’ve made you a coffee, but I didn’t think you’d be awake for another few hours.” He excused himself, his geordie accent especially thick [or maybe it just felt that way after a week of not seeing him]. You shrugged, rubbing your eye with the heel of your palm.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, I’ll just go get one later.” You leaned against the counter, looking around for his partner. “Where’s Mila?”
“He went to bed as soon as we got back, you know what he’s like.”
Mila, lead guitar, Dan’s beloved [ick][just kidding]. Since Dan is a couple years older than you, he actually finished university, unlike you, which is where he met Mila. Mila was more of a pretty boy, blonde hair pulled back into a short spiky ponytail, with deep brown eyes and a permanent scowl. He was a little taller than Dan, covered in scars and homemade tattoos & piercings. It seems like every night of drinking he comes back with a new one of the three - you tell him he’s shit at all of them, but he’s nothing if not stubborn. Guess he’s a little like you in terms of his brash personality and ‘ fuck you I can totally do it’ attitude. Dan’s even offered to give the guy self defense lessons, but he’s too proud to take them. Idiot. 
“By the way–” Dan’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Your phone was ringing earlier, few times really. Dunno who’s trying to get hold of you but you should probably ring back.”
Oh? 
Before you could forget, you scurried back into the living room and picked up your flip-phone, checking your missed calls. Two from the same guy, one from last night and one this morning - Chris. Did you remember to text him? You sucked the air through your teeth, probably not. You hit redial and fell back onto the sofa; as Chris picked up, Dan shuffled in the room to nose into your conversation.
“Hey, just woke up.”
“ Morning, just checking in. How’s the head?”
“Good, no complaints.” You leaned forward, rubbing your forehead. “Look, sorry I didn’t turn up to the bar last night.”
“ You abandoned us, I was hoping you’d show up.” You could hear his puppy dog eyes. “ Bam said you were wussing out, but he forgot about it a few beers in. I think he’s bitter you ditched him.”
You scoffed, a little unamused, a little flattered. “Brat. Whatever, I wasn’t gonna drink in case it killed my brain. I stand by that decision.”
“ If your head’s better then come out tonight! C’mooooon, you owe us for last night!” 
The anxious side of you wanted you to be cautious, maybe not go out for a few more nights just to make sure you don’t do any lasting damage. But where’s the fun in that?
“Alright fine, you’ve convinced me.”
“ Yes!! Awesome, I’ll text you the address for the place, we’ll meet at 7! We should go clubbing after, too.”
“Sure, 7pm, got it.”
“ Okay okay, I gotta go but I’ll see you tonight!”
He hung up pretty immediately after that, and putting your phone back down was Dan’s cue.
“...Have I missed something? You don’t have friends.”
“What about you guys? And Valo?” You defended, but he wasn’t convinced. 
“So who was that…? Did you actually put yourself out there?”
“Fine…” You fiddled with your hands. “I went to Ville’s show a couple weeks back, and he had one of his friends backstage, a guy called Bam.”
As soon as you said Bam’s name, Dan’s attention was grabbed.
“Bam Margera?”
You raised an eyebrow. “You know the guy?”
“Yeah, he was in those CKY tapes I showed you ages ago!”
“Oh…” You trailed off. “...I thought I recognised him from that new MTV show.”
“Go on!”
“Fine, anyway, we drank all night, went clubbing, got kicked out and a little beat up, then told me to come to the Jackass set. Did that yesterday and met like… 5 other guys. Even Tony was there.” You looked up at the ceiling as you tried to remember the name of the other guy you met. “I met the director too… Tremaine I think.”
Dan’s jaw damn near dropped .
“Jeff Tremaine? Big Brother Jeff Tremaine? Bloody hell if I knew that stupid show had Tremaine behind it I would’ve watched it.”
You raised your eyebrow. “Y’know, I don’t remember you being such a skater boy mega fan? I thought you were just super into the magazines.”
“Eh…” Dan sheepishly looked down at his mug of tea, drumming his fingers over the porcelain. “...Mila’s a bit of a skater boy.”
“Mila’s whatever the fuck he thinks is cool that week. He’s a chameleon.” You tossed your phone aside and kicked up your legs to recline on the sofa. “Last I checked he was a 'true punk', his words.” Dan didn’t respond, just switched on the TV and started flicking through channels. The mindless slog of the day had begun, much earlier than you were used to.
“So which of those five guys called you?” He kept the conversation going since clearly your brain hadn't started functioning properly yet. You grinned as Bunny’s face popped into your head.
“Guy called Chris Pontius, he’s sweet, likes dressing in little bikinis. He invited me out to a bar, so… guess that’s what I’m doing tonight.”
Dan smiled at you, eventually settling on Comedy Central and taking a sip of his tea. “It’s good to see you getting out the house, y’know? Glad you made some friends.”
You scoffed, hanging your head over the arm of the sofa. “Man, way to make me sound fuckin’ pathetic. Thanks mum.”
“What are you gonna do for the next 9 hours?”
Christ. 9 fucking hours? No way were you waiting that long. With a huff, you swung your legs off of the sofa to stand up, pocketing your phone on the way. 
“Shower, then I’m sleeping for 8 more hours.”
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You were mostly kidding about sleeping that long, but lo and behold, 8 hours later you woke up to your cell phone ringing. Hazy and bleary eyed, you patted around for the little device lost in the sea of your duvet. Lucky for whoever was bothering you, you found it before it rang out.
“Unh, hello…?”
“ Did you just wake up? It’s fuckin’ 7pm.”
“Bam…?”
“ Get your ass out of bed, we’re picking you up. Where do you live?”
“...Uh, my mother told me not to give my address to strange men.”
“ Haha, c’mon already we’re already driving.”
“Fine, fine.”
As you relayed your address, you could hear general commotion in the background, the incessant snickering of mischievous daredevils. He hung up pretty immediately after, leaving you to get your shit together in time for their arrival. At least you had the good mind to shower before you knocked out, cut down your prep time by a solid hour. By the time the doorbell was ringing, you only just finished getting ready. You gave yourself a once over in the mirror - an old black slip dress with lace trim, ripped-to-shit fishnets, chunky demonias and a red leather jacket. To top it off, you had a silver ring on every finger [you remember Dan once said they were like knuckle dusters]. It was about time you left, if those assholes keep jamming the doorbell like that it’d break. Mila and Dan were cuddled up on the sofa when you ran down the stairs, almost tripping and eating shit when you stepped on your wedge platform wrong. They both waved you off as you ran for the door.
“Have fun.”
“Be back before 11, young lady!”
“Fuck off, Mila.” You yelled back, throwing open the door to see Bam about to spam the bell again. You grabbed his wrist before he got the chance. “Don’t.”
“Nice to see you, sleeping beauty. Let’s go.” 
Bam dragged you out of your driveway to the beat up Toyota Tacoma parked on the street, Chris waving at you from the driver seat. He stuck his head out the rolled down window to greet you with a goofy smile. “Wow, you look exhausted, your head still good?” 
In response, you smiled and knocked on the side of your head. “Good as it’ll ever be.”
“Awesome! Go on, get in!” But as soon as the back seat door swung open, you noticed a problem.
“Uh. Chris there’s only space for three back here.”
“No way, you can totally get four in.” Steve-O insisted, but you doubted it, it wasn’t exactly the biggest car in the world. Sensing your resistance, Bam clapped a hand on your shoulder.
“Guess somebody’s gotta sit on somebody else’s lap.”
His suggestion triggered everyone to start giggling like shitty teenagers, but like hell were you agreeing to what he was thinking of. Wordlessly, you pushed Bam aside and sat next to Steve. At first, Bam seemed confused, but he caught on when you patted your thighs.
“Get your ass in here, Margera.”
And that had them cackling . Johnny was holding his stomach in the front seat like it was the funniest shit ever, but he didn’t have the privilege of seeing Bam fidget and blush. You get why they pick on each other now, it was kinda fun to watch someone squirm. 
“Seriously?” He whined, and you nodded with a smirk. Defeated, hesitant and knowing he’d never hear the end of it, he climbed in and perched in your lap, having to uncomfortably crane his head to accommodate the low ceiling. “I can’t believe this shit.”
“Smile!”
“What?!”
Bam had just a second to react before Ryan snapped a picture on a throwaway kodak.
“Dude, come on!” Bam hissed, but you bumped your leg up to get him to shut up.
“It was your idea, Bammy.” The childish name you gave him didn’t help the red on his cheeks, though there wasn’t much he could really do other than hope the ride passed quickly. You screwed your nose up as you took note of the car’s smell.
“Aw Christ, it fuckin’ stinks in here.” You complained, and Johnny snickered.
“Probably Chris’ jockstraps in the back.”
“His–!” You kicked the back of Chris’ seat, making him laugh. “Why the fuck do you keep your jockstraps in here?”
Chris tried to explain through his giggles, “I fucking live here, man!”
“You live in your car…? Guess the smell makes sense then.”
Mercifully, the ride to the bar was pretty quick, though a lot more eventful than it should be. As fun as these guys are, you’re not sure you ever want to be in an enclosed space with them ever again. Bam was first out [can’t imagine why he was so desperate to get out], followed by the rest of you. The bar they had chosen looked like a pretty hole-in-the-wall place, kinda seedy, but you could get behind that. The music was so loud you could hear it from outside, thank god they were playing something good. As you followed the group in, an arm suddenly threw itself around your shoulders and drew you into a tall body.
“You ever been here before?” Johnny asked, raising his voice so he had a chance of being heard over the music. You shook your head, and he smiled. “Don’t worry, you’ll get acquainted real soon.” For whatever reason, the way he said that sent a shiver down your spine, and when he left your side to join the others at the bar you felt… disappointed. Dammit, stop thinking like that, you barely met this guy. You shook the feeling away and joined them as well, taking a seat on the other side of Chris as they ordered a round of tequila shots. He was quick to replace Johnny, throwing his arm over you and pulling you in close.
“You guys don’t start easy, huh?” You asked, the shots already set down in front of the six of you with a bowl of lime wedges and a salt shaker. Chris snorted, squeezing your shoulder.
“We started hours ago. C’mon, set up.” He offered you the salt shaker, so you smiled and licked the side of your hand. On went the salt, then you passed it down the line; once Ryan was done at the end of that line, everyone raised their shot glass, and you fumbled to follow along. 
“ Prost! ” Steve-O cheered, then down the hatch. You all followed suit, quickly sucking the lime after as you cringed at the tequila taste. You never liked spirits all that much - you couldn’t get over that perfume taste - but hell, you’ll drink whatever’s set in front of you. Again, Chris ended up leaning against you, a dopey grin on his face.
“You’re one of us now, [Y/n].” There was a boyish giddiness in his voice that made you smile, and you glanced back at the others, Bam already smacking Dunn’s arm for god knows what. There was an air of comradery among them, one you didn’t quite feel at the shoot yesterday, but you definitely felt it now. It was infectious, too, encouraging you to flag down the bartender.
“Can I get six kamikazes?” The bartender nodded, quick to set up the shots. Johnny playfully punched your shoulder, stealing away your attention.
“Ain’t that sweet? Buying a round for a buncha guys you just met?”
“Actually they’re for me.” 
Johnny barked out a laugh, while Bam booed and said something along the lines of ‘fucking alcoholic’. Six more shots in your hands, and Johnny nudged you with a look. Was it your turn to cheers? You only knew one interesting one. So, you raised your shot glass, the others following like before, and with a tilt of your glass you called:
“ Payehali! ”
Down the hatch. Kamikazes are way easier to stomach. Steve-O leaned forward to look past Johnny. “What does that mean?”
“God knows, some Russian guy taught me that a couple years back.”
“I should remember that for the next time Dimitry comes out with us.” Johnny commented, some murmurs of agreement as you guessed that was yet another man you’re yet to meet. Things continued in that fashion: a round of shots, somebody gets to show off some cool cheers, rinse and repeat. After 5 rounds, the group started to splinter - some took an interest in darts, some in pool - for now, you were trying to aim a dart while your head felt full of cotton.
“Just throw it already!” Bam called out, beer bottle rim pressed to his lips. You scowled, waving him off.
“ Shuddup! I’m seein’ double here…”
“Already?! Christ, you’re a fucking lightweight.”
“You can’t talk.” Johnny cut in, cracking a smile when Bam glared at him.
“What’re you talking about?? I’m not a goddamn lightweight.”
“You’re just as drunk as her. Look, you’re wobbling like a fawn fresh out the womb.” He cackled as he pushed Bam’s shoulder, enough to throw him off balance. All the background noise seemed to blend together as you focused all your brain power on that goddamn dart board. One eye closed and tongue poking out the side of your mouth, you decided fuck it and just tossed it. The dart lodged itself in the cork near the bottom, but you victoriously fist bumped nonetheless.
“What’re you celebrating for?” Bam asked, stumbling forward and practically crashing into your shoulder. Rolling your eyes, you jabbed his shoulder.
“It hit the board, didn’t it?” 
“Yeah, unlike the last 5 darts.”
“So? a win’s a win.”
Bam downed the rest of his beer and plucked out the dart from the board. “Watch ‘n learn.”
Meanwhile, Johnny was more interested in watching you than Bam, leaning against a table with a beer in hand. You stood back with him, shoulders nearly brushing, and he smiled down at you.
“You seem comfortable.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I mean ’m half pissed so…” You glanced at up at him then back at your glass, swirling the liquid.
“Just mentioning it, you seemed a little stand-offish yesterday, nice to see you loosen up.”
“Hard not to with a gin and tonic.”
Johnny nodded, took a swig then set down his bottle. “You know you put on a great show yesterday. I was a li’l concerned when you took that hit, you had this crazed look in your eye. Still surprised you got back up with no helmet.” Ohhh yeah, the ramp. You still remembered the buzz in your chest as you stared up at the sky, blood pumping like never before. You shrugged, sipping your drink.
“I don’t know, adrenaline felt pretty cool, plus I wanted to show up Margera.” You clumsily motioned to Bam with your glass, spilling some of your drink over the side. On cue, he yelled ‘fuck!’, the dart just missing the board.
“I win, loser buys me a drink.” Johnny grinned. “[Y/n], that’s you.”
“Fuck this, gonna go find Ryan.” With that, Bam was gone. Johnny followed you to the bar where the conversation continued.
“We got some great footage - the wipeout, the way you bombed into the lake.” He laughed as he thought back on it, grabbing his new beer. For a moment, you were too focused on his smile to pay attention to what he was saying. “By the way, Jeff wanted to ask if we could put it in the show, but you disappeared.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Oh… sure, I don’ care.”
“I didn’t think you would.” 
Usually, the booze would make it much easier for you to talk by this point, but somehow Johnny still made you nervous. What about him made you so nervous…? 
“You should come by more often, ‘specially if you pull more shit like that. Impulse is welcome ‘round here.” Maybe it was the drink making your hearing weird, but you swear his southern drawl was a lot thicker 6 drinks deep. Then you realised that he was inviting you back to set, maybe even accepting you into his crazy little group. Though a part of you was apprehensive, a lot more of you was excited, like you had accomplished something. When did you suddenly get so hung up on someone else's approval? You’ve never really been one to want to be included… you guess the drink makes you vulnerable. Or at least you preferred that excuse.
“Fuck it, I’m down! I’ll do anything if it’s fun.” You chuckled to yourself, and knocked back the rest of your drink. 
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He got up from his stool, nudging your shoulder with his cold bottle. “‘M going for a piss.”
And off he goes; like hell you were waiting around on your own. You scanned the bar for any of the other familiar faces, then spotted Chris and Steve-O at the pool table. Unsteady on your feet, you abandoned the bar and crossed over to the dingy corner as Steve-O polished the end of his pool cue.
“[Y/n]!” Chris greeted, pulling you in with an arm around your shoulders. “Play a game with us!”
“You any good at pool?” Steve-O asked, and you shrugged.
“Decent.”
“Good enough, here.” He handed you the long cue, almost smacking you across the face with it. Ryan ended up joining the game on Chris’ side, but somehow you and Steve-O won, despite you barely remembering the rules and confusing them with snooker rules half the time. You and Steve whooped, clinking your beer bottles and basking in the glory.
“Fuck darts, I’m playing pool for the rest of my life!”
Steve-O pointed at the guys on the other side of the table, slamming back their drinks like their lives depended on it. “Loser shoves the cue up his ass.”
Ryan immediately left, while Chris giggled and twirled his hair. “Maybe if you take me out to dinner first!”
“Chris, I’ll give you five bucks if you do it.” You were only half joking.
“Five bucks?”
“Yeah, for the whole thing.”
“ The–” Chris was howling at just the idea of it. “The whole thing? Up my ass?”
“C’mon Chris, I’ve seen you take more.” Steve-O couldn’t stop grinning like a maniac, and soon it was suggested another round was gotten in before the next game. Then another, and another. Eventually, you never did get around to another game. You lost count of how many drinks later it was, but everyone got kicked out for unruly conduct - it was either because Bam was trying to pick a fight with a random drunk or because Chris dropped his pants to get started on that pool cue. Either way, you arguing with security didn’t help anyone’s case. At least they didn’t care enough to take your beers, that would be tragic.
“ Fuckin’ asshole .” You hissed under your breath, and Bam pushed you.
“You’ve gotta stop fucking doing that.”
“Whatever, let’s just go clubbing! It was getting boring anyway.” Everyone seemed to agree with Pontius, and despite barely seeing straight, you thought it was a great idea too. You all paraded down the street, loudly singing a Johnny Cash song, generally being a public nuisance. Somebody stumbled into you, and next thing you know, Ryan was next to you. 
"You really kicked our asses at pool, huh?"
"I don't know how, swear that was a total flook, didn't know what I was fuckin' doing." You chuckled to yourself as you raised your beer to your lips, then realised you'd already drank it all so dropped it on the pavement. "Barely saw you for most of the night."
"Yeah, Bam needs a lotta attention." The blonde looked you up and down, then nodded his head towards Bam down the front of the group. "Y'know he doesn't shut up about you?"
You raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
"Honestly it's fuckin' annoying. Makes me think I'm missing out or something."
Without thinking, you blurted out, "Gimme your number 'n I can keep you clued in." Ryan was clearly taken aback - after all, kind of forward for someone he just met - but you barely noticed, to wasted to pick up on pretty much anything at this point. He seemed to hesitate, but ultimately held out his hand for you to hand your phone over.
"...Alright, what the hell."
It was quick; luckily, he was marginally less drunk than the rest of them, so small buttons weren't really an issue at that time. When he handed back the device, you gave him a wide grin, like you'd tricked him into something. With that, he nodded at you and went ahead to join his best friend. You toyed with the weight of your phone in your hand, watching the charms jostle - still smiling like an idiot. Three down.
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blackthorn-legion-irl · 4 months
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welcome to Team Mall Santas Save The World i guess.
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yeah if angy's gonna make me dress up i'm at LEAST taking a photo of him being a mall santa too. and pixie's just vibing. (i swear if people just try and flirt with him. simon started as a joke and it's. actually kinda funny but---)
anyway. tl;dr i've gotta be on this job for a while. it's a long story, but i won't be online as much for... about a month if i'm guessing? i'll probably be on for least a bit every day, so i can get to messages and pings and stuff in okay time, but can't guarantee much else... probably will just queue some cute stuff when i see it.
so uh. yeah. stay safe out there, if you need anything that's not time-sensitive (or is something i can just run in the background) let me know, all that sorta thing.
//ooc under the cut
so this is an ic explanation for me not being around much for the next month. ooc i'm going on holiday and visiting my partner but blackthorn's aroace so get wrecked she has to dress as a reindeer B) i can post a more detailed ic explanation if asked, but since this is an overall explanatory post i want to make it also be viable for people who ignore multiversal stuff (pixie can easily just be her name and the wings dress-up so)
i'll probably be /technically/ online a lot more than she is, but not necessarily responsive. i don't know if tumblr says you're online if you have the tab open but haven't touched it in a bit, so if you need an answer to something more urgently feel free to drop me a dm on the main @demifiendcruithne since i'll be more likely to be checking in on there, or on discord if you got me
some preemptive approval for 'hey i talked to blackthorn and got this going' interactions, only request is that you do ping me in the post so i see it
basic talking to a friend about issues to try and work through it if there's no one around to or you'd rather not RP it with someone
basic hacking requests so long as they fit her ethics (for example, tracking down people causing Actual Trouble / who are lost, or getting dirt to blackmail the cops)
any hacking requests from the following people as we've interacted enough that they'd know if it fits, this includes 'hey could you help out my friend' even if i don't know said friend:
· · anyone involved in taskforce distortion (including pyrite and topaz even though they're not members just hang out in the chat)
· · any member of the pokemart household (ESPECIALLY if it involves rescuing nya)
· · sprite, indigo, kittsu (since we hung out. void and andrea OK too)
· · i am probably forgetting people and i am sorry about that. if you ask something and i'm like 'oh yeah i thought you were on the list' consider yourself on it
legion interactions: requesting things such as: homemade bread and soup, cooling pads, baby poochy pictures; dimensional travellers stopping by if they need somewhere to rest (this explicitly includes nya. yes you can mention hecking with simon)
probably more i'm overlooking, but - if it's not 'i need this immediately' then i should get to it within the day with an answer, and if it is urgent and within both ethics and capabilities then i'll be okay with it. magic anons are off for the duration; pelipper mail is still on though (sorry whoever sent the switcheroo one. i will get to it eventually...)
stay safe, happy whichever holidays you may celebrate, if you have to deal with heckers for relatives may someone blow an airhorn every time they say something stupid.
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chrysochroma · 2 months
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So many angles, so many lines
@febuwhump day 6: “you lied to me"
Rating: Teen And Up
Words: 1,025
Fandom: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms
Warnings: Crying, Yelling, Betrayal
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title is from Everything Moves by Bronze Radio Return
this is set in my interpretation of vat7k, probably about 3/4 of the way through the plot. things you need to know for this to make sense: (this list will be continued in the end notes due to a slight spoiler warning)
ulla is varian’s mom, but he never knew her because she was trapped in thaymes, this world’s purgatory (something further, more ancient than the lost realm)
she left varian a key which used to contain a lost alchemical component, but ulla took it out before she gave it to varian
ulla is now the main villain of the plot
varian gave hugo the key (on a necklace) right after learning that his mom was the villain, which in plot time was a few days ago (ill write a scene for this sometime but it doesn’t currently exist so)
varian has canon compliant trust issues (and also trauma) :)
Varian smiled, but the conflict in his eyes told another story of what he was feeling. The joke Yong just told had been funny, but his laugh was forced, and Hugo could tell. So, when Varian quietly excused himself from the table, Hugo followed him without hesitation. 
Varian curled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in his arms, not crying, but close. He didn’t quite know what he was actually feeling—there were too many different emotions in his head to categorize them all into one box—so he simply sat there, silently thinking.
“Hey,” Hugo’s voice was soft, but it still startled him. 
“Oh-“ He looked up to see Hugo, and relaxed. “It’s you.”
Hugo sat down next to Varian, just a few inches away. “What’s going on?” Hugo asked. 
“My mom.” Varian responded, rather bluntly. He dropped his head back into his arms.
“That’s fair. I can only imagine how much that would hurt—finally meeting your mom only to end up fighti-“ He stopped himself. “Sorry. What I’m trying to say is that this is a reasonable reaction to have. Not wanting to fight your mom isn’t something to feel bad about.”
Varian hesitated. “Yeah.”
Hugo’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “…That’s not what this is about, is it?” “Not really,” Varian sighed. 
“I see.” Hugo racked his mind for any other possible causes of Varian’s stress. He thought back to the encounter they had with Ulla just a few days ago. It made sense for him to be upset about having to fight his mom—even if he didn’t really know her, they were still family, and—oh. He turned to look at him. “Varian, you aren’t like her.”
“But what if I am?”
“You’re-“
“Hugo, think about it.” Varian’s voice sounded a bit crazed, almost desperate, and his breathing was heavy. “We’re both using alchemy for our own, selfish purposes, and we’re both hurting people with it.” His voice broke into a sob. “I’m just gonna turn back into a villain, and I’m going to hurt people. Again.”
“Stop saying that you are using alchemy selfishly, because you’re not.” Hugo’s voice was tender and gentle, a pleasant contrast to the panic in Varian’s voice.
“You’re wrong.”
“No, I’m not. You used it to try and help your dad, and that’s not selfish.”
“Yes, it is. I put other people in danger for my own personal gain.”
“No, you were helping your father.”
“But I wouldn’t have had to help him if I hadn’t messed up in the first place.” His eyes filled up with tears. 
“Hey—you made a mistake and tried to fix it, okay? There’s nothing wrong with that. Granted, you might have gone a bit overboard with it-“
“I committed treason, Hugo. Multiple times!”
“Yeah,” Hugo shrugged. “Maybe you did, but it was for a good reason.”
“A good reason?” Varian’s voice cracked. “Tell that to all the people I almost killed!”
“You didn’t kill anyone.”
“I almost did.”
Hugo took a deep breath, then grabbed Varian’s shoulders and looked straight into his eyes. “You are not like her.” He repeated. 
Varian’s cheeks were covered in tear streaks. “Yes, I am.”
“No. You are your own person, with your own free will. Sure, you’ve made mistakes, but everyone does.”
“Most people don’t commit treason,” Varian muttered. 
“Shush. Varian, you are such an amazing, talented, smart, kind, considerate, beautiful person, and you and your mother are not the same.” He pulled him into a hug, letting Varian bury his face in his shoulder. “You’re not like her.”
Hugo held Varian as he cried into his shoulder, still talking even though Varian gave no response.
“Our parents’ actions, their mistakes, don’t define us. Our mistakes don’t define us. All that matters is if you’re willing to accept the blame and work to fix things, like you did.”
Slowly, Varian started to stop shaking as he melted into Hugo’s embrace, eyes closed, letting Hugo’s words fill his head.
“Thank you,” Varian muttered. 
Hugo pulled him tighter. “You’re not the same. Just because she’s your mom doesn’t mean that you’re the same—heck, Donella and I are barely alike.”
Varian froze, his ragged, shaky breathing completely gone for a few seconds. “Donella?”
Hugo paused. “Oh.”
Varian pushed himself out of Hugo’s arms, moving back a bit. “Hugo, how do you know Donella?” “I, uh, don’t really, she just … happened to live near me, that’s all,” Hugo fumbled.
Varian said nothing, only stared at Hugo, his breathing getting heavier. He pushed himself off the ground, stood, and took a step away from Hugo. 
Hugo stood up behind him. “Varian-“
“So when she said that stuff about there being a double agent, that was you? This whole time?” Varian spun around, his face was a mix of emotions, covered in dried tears and eyes filled with betrayal. “Hugo, you lied to me! You promised! I asked you if you were working for her—I didn’t want to, I wanted to believe you, to trust you, but I did anyway—and you lied to my face!”
“Varian, I’m sorry! I-“ Hugo sputtered. “I was going to tell you, but it had been so long—it didn’t seem important, I thought it wouldn’t matter-“
“You thought it wouldn’t matter? You thought that you lying to me, for months, wouldn’t matter?” Varian took a deep breath, and his face hardened. He stepped forward. “You promised me, Hugo. You promised you would tell the truth.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“
Varian reached up to the capsule hanging from a chain around Hugo’s neck, wrapped his hand around it, and pulled. The chain snapped under the pressure and the pendant came free. Varian looked down at it before he closed his fist around it and looked back up to Hugo.
“Don’t follow me.”
He turned his back and walked to the exit of the tavern, grabbing his coat and staff as he went and leaving Hugo standing there, speechless. Without looking back, Varian opened the door, stepped out, and let it swing closed behind him, leaving the sound of it slamming shut ringing in Hugo’s ears. 
here’s the rest of the list:
hugo grew up with donella (who has been the general antagonist for half the plot) but they’re not blood related, hugo doesn’t know who his parents are
donella employed him to spy on varian and the rest of the gang, but he turned his back on her and stopped. (he neglected to tell varian any of this)
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