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ozzgin · 4 months

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Santa baby are you really there?!

*hears a voice in my backyard*

FUCK SKIN WALKER

- you make Yan skinwalker i’ll do anything to get a skin walker to love me … yes I am 100% mentally stable

I'm not sure if you had something horror-esque in mind, because my immediate idea was Reader accidentally getting cursed and continuing her life completely unaware with a ""dog"" everyone is freaked out by, but she finds it cute. So more like dark comedy vibes. You be the judge. :D

Disclaimer: I have changed the name to Shapeshifter as to not delve into potentially offensive takes on native folklore. Thank you for informing my European ass.

Yandere!Monster x Reader [Shapeshifter]

On your last hiking trip, you've stumbled upon a helpless, lost dog. Or rather, it stalked you down to your cabin and spent the night in front of your window. You didn't have the heart to abandon the poor soul and so you brought it home with you. Strange things have been happening ever since and no one knows how to tell you that the monstrous coyote-like creature might be to blame. You're oblivious to everything.

Content: female reader, dark comedy, monster romance, reader is cursed and proud

It wasn't your intention to return home with a new pet. Some might say it was written in the stars, this fateful encounter of yours. You had finished packing your supplies for a day-long hike, vehemently refusing to join your group of friends that would be guided around by a native. They’d warned you many areas of the mountainous forest were supposedly cursed or haunted, so you just scribbled the limits on your makeshift map and promised to stay on the main trails. After all, this was your chance to commune with nature. As the sun begun to set, you wondered if going by yourself was indeed a smart idea, given your lack of spatial awareness and difficulty to navigate maps. You flipped the piece of paper several times, deep in contemplation. Could it be that you’ve reached the forbidden lands? You quickly surveyed the area: based on the stuffed rag dolls hanging from old branches, and the animal skulls arranged in patterns among patches of burnt grass, it was very much a possibility. Perhaps the improvised slab that said “Stay away” in dripping crimson letters should’ve been enough of a warning, but you assumed they’d just been creative with trail markers.

You didn’t have the time to panic. Just as you were furrowing your eyebrows in a final attempt to decipher the map (at the time upside-down), your ears picked up a faint shuffle of leaves. Further away stood a dog, its glossy eyes fixated on your form. A lost puppy? It seemed to be on the larger side, but then again some breeds grow rather fast. You lowered yourself and patted your knees, whispering diminutives in an effort to call the animal over. It remained in place, staring quietly. Alright, then. You focused on finding your way back instead. Every now and then you'd turn back and see the dog, motionlessly eyeing you at a constant distance. Oh, dear. Was it lost? Frightening affair.

Back at the cabin you told the others about your discovery, with a hint of worry in your voice. You hoped the little pup had found proper shelter. You'd expected a similar reaction coming from your friends, but one of them suggested: "What if it was some shapeshifting monster? There's many legends and stories from the area." Everyone laughed and you joined hesitantly, mildly annoyed by the lack of empathy. That night you barely slept, twisting and turning under the heavy feeling of being watched. You woke up tired and nervous, dragging your feet towards the window for some fresh air. That's when you saw the same forest creature, fully awake and tall in its glory, positioned before your room. This was no coincidence. You had been plagued by the guilt of abandoning a vulnerable quadruped and you weren't about to continue as a passive observer. You strode out without a word and lifted the large dog with a huff, carrying it back in to figure out the transport logistics.

Thus started the unexpected companionship. To you, it's a lovely tale of two lost souls finding one another. Most people seem to disagree. Can you blame them? The rescued puppy you often speak of is, in the eyes of everyone else, a monstrous beast by all definitions. It resembles a coyote more than a dog, but even this description is too gentle. The fur is always raised threateningly and the protruding clusters of fangs remind one of the anatomical anomalies displayed in museums. The eyes, oh, the worst of all perhaps, bottomless depths that pull you in until you run out of air. The creature stares with the all-knowing gaze of a human. "Don't be rude", you snap at whoever dares to point these details out. "It must be a mixed breed or something."

Their persistence is truly ridiculous. You've even had guests run out in panic, claiming the dog stood on its back legs and whispered in a language unknown. Or that its shadow would morph into a grotesque man with claws and crooked antlers. Or that they've found it hunched over your sleeping form, its spine twisted outwards with jagged peaks breaking through the wild fur. Rubbish, all of it.

Strange things have been happening, no doubt, but your adopted fur-child has no blame to carry. You've been trying to distract yourself, going on dates and occasionally bringing potential suitors over. They all vanish overnight, nonchalantly leaving an empty, ruffled bed for you to wake up to. "Am I just unlucky?" You sigh, running your fingers through the coarse fur of your dog. It lowers itself under your touch, visibly enjoying the affection. For a split second, it glances out the window. By the time you come out of your depressed slump, the birds should've finished feeding on the remains. He made sure to tear and grind everything fine enough to not leave any marks behind.

That's how curses work, after all. He didn't expect, however, that you'd be utterly unaware of it. He has to give you the credit, not many people become stalked by an ancient curse and continue their life in blissful ignorance. Even more, for them to just casually pick up the haunting entity and bring it inside their home willingly...You're, uh, certainly a special one. Hence the change of plans. He was supposed to torment you into an early grave, but he's grown rather attached to your bizarre antics. And you do provide some damn good chin scratches. He's therefore satisfied with causing anguish and destruction to anything and anyone in your immediate vicinity instead. Since you've been complaining about the resulting isolation...

You wake up with a gasp, wiping your drenched forehead and checking the sheets. The dog is curled next to you, although its head is now tilted in your direction. "O-oh. It might be the loneliness talking...but I had the strangest dream." How troubling and embarrassing. Your beloved pet had turned into a deformed, monstrous man instead, pinning you down and hungrily grazing your skin with his sharp teeth. Your fearful protests eventually turned into shameless moans, your frail body at the mercy of the mysterious beast. It unfolded so vividly that your core feels sore. You stretch a sheepish hand towards your pet and abruptly stop halfway, noticing the marks diffused into your wrist, like violet smudges of watercolor. What the hell did you do last night?

The dog buries its head under the sheets and nuzzles its snout into your soft flesh. Heh. How many more disappearing guests will be needed for you to figure out your situation? He does find your obliviousness terribly amusing, as well as your willingness to clutch onto him despite his unsightly appearance. He was feeling particularly cheeky and thought of giving you a little scare, only to be once again taken aback by your neediness. He has to wonder who exactly is trapped in this situation, because your reactions to everything he does are frighteningly tempting. Maybe tonight he'll finally let you know, just as you're about to come undone beneath his heaving body. Something like, hmmm. "By the way, love, this isn't a dream." He could even add a little "woof" to tease you more.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #horror #monster x reader #monster romance #yandere oc #monster smut #monster boyfriend #terato #teratophillia #monster fucker

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kimis-gloves · 1 month

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sour - charles leclerc

word count : 780 - oneshot

hehe a lil charlie smut>:)

warnings: morning sex, dirty talk, petnames, if you squint very hard then angst?? but not rlly, softdom!charles, slight degrading, post/pre shower sex.

as early in the morning as it was, you hear Charles turning on the shower, humming whatever song he has stuck in his head from the never ending party you two went to last night. through your raging headache, you miss the warmth of your boyfriend so you stumble your way into the connecting bathroom, still in his hoodie that you managed to change into at 4:30 in the morning. Charles, already in the shower, washing off the sticky champagne & sweat. Coming p2 in Australia was something to be proud of, but he didnt feel proud. he hoped to do better next time as he hears y/n stumble her way into the bathroom, quickly going for a pee before speaking to charles through the glass doors.

“Good morning charles, ill start us some coffee”

“Thank you my love”

as you head out to make charles his favourite way of coffee, he finishes his shower and steps out to dry himself off and thats when you walk back in, coffees in hand. he looks absolutely amazing like this. hes stood infront of the large window, in nothing but a towel. the water beading off of him and dripping out of his hair. you set down the coffees and make your way towards the drool worthy man thats infront of you. you wrap your arms around his shoulders as you leave soft and wet kisses along his jawline. already being in somewhat of a sour mood, charles doesn’t appreciate your teasing and takes things into his own hands as he quickly grabs you by your hips and bends you over the counter top, almost knocking off the now close to cold coffees.

“Char-“

“A-Ah, no talking cherie, just let me take care of you right now~”

and with that you did. quickly shutting up for him as you let the man take however much control he desired from you. you thank him for any type of touch that he gives you. he goes to quickly pull down your panties, when he realizes you dont even have any on.

“What a dirty girl you are cherie.. no panties and already dripping out of your cunt like this? My my, im not sure what i should do with such a whore like you.”

he aggressively puts a hold into your hair and pulls you up to be face close to charles, breathing rapidly as he whispers,

“dont move, dont make a sound or else you will regret it. listen as i say and you wont have to suffer, am i clear darling?”

“Yes c-Charles” you say with a whine

“Hm, i dont think i was” he mutters, slowly sliding his tip along your slick-coated pussy. you whine again when he quickly smacks the side of your thigh “No noise, slut” he growls before shoving his 2 fingers into your mouth, allowing you to lick and spit on them. pulling them out and away from your mouth he instead inserts them both into your cunt.

fighting back moans, you clench your walls around charles’ fingers, letting him know how much you want to be filled his his cock.

“mon amour you feel so good, i cant wait to fill you with my cum.” he grumbled into your ear as he finally inserts his cock into your aching cunt, he bottoms out with a low hum into your ear. he slowly grinds into your pussy, drawing out lewd sounds from both of you. both you and Charles have given up on trying to keep you quiet as he just gets completely lost into your body. he sets a firm & steady pace, nearly knocking you out as he suddenly slams into you, the noise that leaves both your and his mouth is something that belongs in a porno. he wraps around your torso, one hand grabbing and pinching onto your nipple and the other reaching down to your throbbing clit. the sudden sensation is enough to set you over and soon enough you find yourself cumming all over his cock and fingers, him quickly following after as the tight & wet feeling on his cock is just too good not to cum from.

slowly pulling out of you, he’s planting kisses all over your body. turning the shower back on as he guides you in, making sure the water is the perfect temperature and that you aren’t going to topple over.

“my love, i should probably go remake these coffees” Charles laughs, placing a kiss onto your temple. as you watch Charles put his clothes on and leave the bathroom, coffees in hand, you couldn’t be more thankful to have such a perfect boyfriend like him.

a/n: i hope u enjoyed❤️ this was just something small. likes & reblogs always appreciated ❤️❤️

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lucrezianoin · 8 months

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Approval and devnotes for Astarion act 3 (spawns, bloodmerchant, pre-Cazador)

I will check here only act 3-Astarion related quests, pre the final confrontation. I just wanted to see if there was anything interesting, and I will do confrontation and the two paths later on.

Act 1 is here, act 2 here. Keep in mind that for act 1 and act 2 I just checked some interesting and surprising approvals. My plan was to do the same for act 3 and I am, but I stumbled upon some devnotes so for act 3 I will check both!

SPAWNS (at tavern)

There is not too much about the tavern meet up with Dalyria and Petras regarding approval but there are some interesting notes. In particular, if the player agrees to help Astarion complete the ritual:

Astarion will say "You're a true friend" but think "lol, sucker". This is ONLY for non Astarion romance.

Another note that really clarifies what ascended Astarion will be:

The notes for the player asking him about who will really get the power are:

"Yes, technically only I will ascend" -> "Well yes TECHNICALLY only I will have the power"

"We're a team, if I become powerful then we become powerful" -> "emphasis on I and we as if speaking to a child"

"You're still with me?" -> "testing the player's loyalty"

BLOODMERCHANT (act 3): spawn vs ascended

First of all, I never allow Astarion to drink from her, but if you do, when he sees her he will comment that:

Which is pretty hearbreaking.

There is also the chance to meet her after Cazador, which changes Astarion's dialogue if he becomes the vampire lord. If the player talks about Astarion's feelings and how Araj made him feel last time, Ascended Astarion will reply "I appreciate the thought, but I am not the person I was the last time we met", vs the non ascended Astarion who says "I appreciate the thought, truly". Furthermore, Ascended Astarion will remarks on how NOW the player belongs to him, while last time Araj thought Astarion was basically the player's slave:

After this, the player can remark that maybe they should leave if Astarion is uncomfortable, and again you get different answers based on previous events:

Highlighted spawn Astarion says that she doesn't bother him, he pities her. In blue there is ascended Astarion (after that he says that they can leave her in a ditch), in red if you make him drink her blood he remarks about how NOW the player cares about him (the notes says that he is annoyed at the player), and the last one "Let's just get this over with" is for pre-Cazador Astarion.

If you made Astarion drink her blood, you will end up breaking up with him (or if you don't make him drink, but then you force him into sleeping with you). In this case the player can even accuse Araj:

Very proud of Astarion remarking on how "You mostly ruined it all by yourself".

Interestingly, the comment of Astarion worrying for the player, saying that the only think she can offer is pain is only said if Astarion did not ascend:

I suppose this is because ascended Astarion cares too much about power.

SPAWNS (attacking at night)

When Astarion comments that you are the only one and no one else looked out for him (post attack dialogue) it looks like this option is dependent on the blood merchant scene. I wonder if you get the confession and you do not visit the merchant, if this happens:

Interestingly, all the answers also get approval ("The world can be a kind place"/"There are many others who will care for you"/"I am rather special").

I also love that Astarion does EVERYTHING he can in this convo to differentiate himself and the player from everyone else. So he thinks the player is the only kind thing in the world (kind to him), no one else is like them. He refuses to admit that he is like the other spawns, "WE are better" (him and the player character). In this conversation there is a whole branch about him justifying killing his siblings because they are just spawn, and the player can basically call him out, telling him that in turn, what does his life mean, as he is just like them.

Ascended-Astarion-oriented talk is in general focused on the "me" =/= "them". He does see himself in the other victims but he refuses to address it.

A bit about a note: when you ask Astarion if he is really letting his siblings die, Astarion replies with "don't look at me like that disappointed" and the note is:

Next post will be about Cazador stuff!

I am also playing through act 3 now, so if I see any interesting approval I will add it too.

Btw, the Yenna thing is actually... every companion approve of giving her food or money, even Minthara.

#astarion #astarion spoilers #meta #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 3 months

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I shall humbly ask for Shenhe, Eula, and Ayaka's S/O getting very shy asking if they can kiss for the first time.

The cryo women of this game have scrambled my brain

Them reacting to their S/O getting shy when asking if they can kiss

characters: Shenhe / Eula / Ayaka x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: "The cryo women of this game have scrambled my brain" Same Chris. Same. Just saying… Shenhe’s skin

That being said, I havent written *that much* these last couple of weeks, so I'm sorry if my writing is a bit rusty, I did give it my best tho.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Shenhe

Sometimes, Shenhe couldn’t help but find you… weird. You had no problems talking to complete strangers, happily chatting away as if you knew each other from way back in your childhood, were comfortable with praising, complimenting or saying other things many humans seemed to find embarrassing to her, and yet, when your hand as much as brushed against hers while walking side-by-side you’d apologize as if there was no tomorrow while your face turned all manner of red.

Perhaps you getting embarrassed from touching her wasn’t the weird part and your willingness to voice your feelings was, or perhaps these were two entirely different things that Shenhe had yet to understand.

So when the day came you turned shy simply by talking, it immediately caught her attention. And yet, your words didn’t seem to match your behavior at all. Wasn’t it normal or even expected for couples to kiss? Why were you getting so worked up about it?

“Sure”, she responded so bluntly that, for a brief moment, even you were starting to wonder why you had been so nervous in the first place.

She’d have to make sure to ask you about it later, although that could wait a bit, considering how happy and relieved you looked at this moment.

Eula

Being direct had never been Eula’s strength, so much was clear from the moment you first spoke to her. The Lawrence instead choosing to encrypt her true feelings and opinions in a matter that easily came over as aloof and stand-offish. And while you quickly took up her manner of speech when around her, your adaptiveness made the moments you broke character so much more jarring.

So when you asked her whether or not it was alright for you to kiss her suddenly and out of nowhere (also known as dusk at the end of a long date), with a face as red as a crimson fabric and enough tripping over your words to make a drunkard shake their head in disbelief, Eula couldn’t help but be caught off-guard.

Before she knew it, her face was on its way to mirror yours. The proud aristocrat suddenly finding herself at a loss for words as she desperately attempted to string together enough words to save face. Each second making the whole situation so much more embarrassing.

And yet, Eula somehow managed to regain her composure in time, swallowing whatever remnants of surprise and embarrassment she felt before speaking up with her usual grin.

“You may try, although you should think twice about it. I am a Lawrence after all, so you should know better than to trust us. But since it’s you, I might even allow you to leave in one piece.”

Ayaka

As the eldest daughter of the Kamisato Clan, the leaders of the Yashiro Commission in charge of cultural and ceremonial affairs, Ayaka was well-versed in all sorts of ancient traditions. And while she found no use for traditional courting rituals, she couldn’t help but pick up on them while trying to memorize the rest.

All of which was to say that once the two of you started to go out, her expectations and knowledge about relationships were somewhat outdated or out of place. So when the day came that you shyly asked her whether or not you could kiss her, Ayaka’s brain short circuited, not expecting you to ask in such an outright and sudden manner.

“Ah. You- What?” As the princess began stumbling over her words, she suddenly missed the days she could hide behind her paperwall while talking to you, getting all the positives from talking to you while not having to worry about her body-language. And yet, here you were, both of you slowly but surely getting more nervous and panicked as the awkward silence stretched on.

“That came out of nowhere, j-just forget I said anything”, you eventually broke the silence, too embarrassed to even look in her direction as you suddenly pretended to find a nearby tree irresistibly interesting.

When you eventually did turn back towards her however, only to be greeted with a kiss that was supposed to land on your cheek and instead ended up on the corner of your mouth and an Ayaka whose face turned even redder than before, your face heated up once again as you looked instinctively looked away, all the while wearing a large smile.

#shenhe x reader #shenhe #eula #eula x reader #kamisato ayaka #ayaka x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader

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normal-internet-user · 16 days

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Hii! How are you?

I was hoping you could do a one shot or hcs for a platonic/sibling PJO thing with Percy. I was thinking this kid shows up at camp-half-blood (their age being like 11-13) and being like a carbon copy of Percy and everyone notices except for him. They become pretty close and during a capture the flag game the Reader gets claimed by Poseidon, and Percy is just in shock like: 😲 holy moly

I think it would be really cute and I love big bro Percy

The reader is gender neutral

This is completely /nf and feel free to delete it if you don't want to! Thank you so much! Remember to drink water and take care of yourself!

-Axel <3

Ahhh this is actually such a cute IDEA-

Percy With a Child Of Poseidon Reader...

When you showed up to camp, no one really thought much of it.

The Titan war was over, demi-gods were showing up left and right, getting claimed along the way.

The thing that was weird was your lack of the latter.

Weeks after you arrived you were still unclaimed, with no change in sight.

It frustrated Percy because the gods had literally JUST promised not to leave any kids unclaimed.

As a result, he decided to spend time with you, just because he noticed you were feeling slightly put out at your lack of a godly parent.

Percy seemed to be the only one who hadn't noticed that the two of you next to each other was like looking back and forth between a mirror of features.

Everyone else did though.

Annabeth really did try to just- nudge him in the direction that MAYBE POSSIBLY-

But no, Percy was as oblivious as a blind cat after you moved the furniture.

Honestly he liked hanging out with you.

It made him feel good to know he was keeping you occupied instead of thinking about not being claimed.

He felt like an older brother ironically enough.

He had you sit with him during meals, and during activities he was with the Hermes cabin most of the time to help you.

Your very first capture the flag was exciting for him,

Him helping you put on your armor before plopping am oversized helmet on your head was like a mother watching their watching their child ride a bike for the first time.

He was so proud!

Sure you tripped over yourself and fell on your face, but that's okay! Everyone stumbles sometimes!

You're doing great!

Honestly, it was his fault for not helping you tie your shoes.

It was safe to say, the two of you had sufficiently bonded.

Which must have been the reason Poseidon decided to claim you now of all times.

He must really like capture the flag if that's how he claimed both his kids.

Percy was floored, and incredibly confused.

Everyone else was more or less like, "yeah saw that one coming." and you were trying to look up at the floating trident over your head through your helmet.

Percy feeling a whirlwind of emotions.

Confusion, excitment, slight frustration- but mostly excitement.

He was confused as to how as a child of Poseidon you'd managed to stay alive this long.

Unless your mortal parent had also kept a Gabe around to hide your demigod smell.

The thought made him wince.

He was practically vibrating when he showed you around Cabin 3.

You'd seen it before, sure, but now it was your cabin as much as his.

He wouldn't be sleeping alone anymore and he was exstatic about it.

And he can't wait to introduce you to Tyson too.

And his mom, oh she's gonna love you.

Especially if your mortal parent isn't in the picture either by choice or tradgedy.

Percy was gonna be the best big brother ever, it was his job to protect you now, so he would.

Ta-da! This is legit, the first thing I have posted in FOREVER holy shit, it felt SO good to write this out, like-

Anyway, all done! Here you go, I wanted to keep going but I figured it was long enough lol

#normie writes #pjo headcanon #pjo x reader #percy x reader #platonic x reader #sibling reader #percy jackson x sibling reader #pjo x reader headcanons #percy jackson x reader #child of poseidon reader

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mikalame · 9 months

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Tongue twisters

this is just TH x reader doing tongue twisters on an interview hope you like

taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley @saumspam

"And here ladies and gentleman we have TOKIO HOTEL" the man says, as the band walks in waving at the camera filming them. As the band sits down the interviewer starts to ask questions.

"So how have you like America so far, are you living the american dream here" the man asks his eyebrow cocked, "oh yes it is very nice here, all the american fans are very nice" Bill says clasping his hands together while smiling.

"Oh that's very nice, how about the rest of you is it how you expected" he asks curious to know, the band nods in agreement before ___ decides to speak up. "It is very nice but very loud in the town part of New York, lots of cars and food trucks tho i don't mind the food they make is so good".

Georg and Gustav talk to the interviewer about some of their adventurers in New York so far. The interviewer seemed to pick up on Gustav pronunciation and how he stumbles on the words a bit.

"Gustav may i ask, but you stubble on your English a bit do you have so troubles with it" the man asks, not sure if the question was serious or just genuinely curious Gustav says "oh yeah i am still learning it, big word are hard to wrap my head around and it still takes a while for me to fully understand them" He says looking down a tad bit embarrassed.

"Yeah poor Gustav, he can barely talk to the ladies that do come up to him" Tom chuckles, ___ slaps his arm telling him quietly to cut it out and leave poor Gustav alone. "Well Gustav i don't think you are going to have much fun with the game we organised" the interviewer nods.

"Here i will explain, these cards here have different tongue twisters on them and we guys will have to see who can say them the best and fastest in English" He says a slight chuckle in his voice.

Groans come from Gustav knowing he would probably get out first, "oh Gus you will be fine, your English is not that bad i think bill will get out first"___ says turning to Gustav "Yeah Bills English is terrible, he cant say anything right" Tom nods, Georg agrees. "Oh shut up my English is the best out of everyone's here" Bill says defending himself.

"Okay are you ready for the first one, they will go from easy to hard, okay the first one is Red lorry yellow lorry you need to say this 3x but fast" The first one went by quickly tom stumbling over the yellow lorry bit, Gustav was very happy he didn't get out on the first round.

"Wow that was very good, okay the next one is... She sells sea shells by the sea shore" The man say "Ooo i'm good that his one i know how to say" ___ says excitedly and doing the twister very easily with a smile. In the end Gustav was the one to get it mixed up, he shrugged "i knew this was gonna come up" he say shaking his head as he got out.

"Okay this is the last one this is the hardest one okay The sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick, oh god that is hard" The interviewer says stumbling over the words a tad. Bill was the first to say it.

"The sick-no hold up, the sixth sick sheik's sheep sick" Bill says a smile on his face "WRONG" Tom yells you forgot the last sixth. Tom decided to go next to prove to bill that he was better.

"The sixths sick sheep sheiks sixth sick" Tom say proud "WRONG, you completely messed that up" Georg says "No i got it right" "No tom you have seemed to got it wrong" the interviewer says. Tom rolls his eyes. ___ goes next.

"The sixth sheep sick sheik's sixth sick...?" she says a confused "NO! WRONG" tom says still a bit upset how badly he did it. "whatever at least i didn't do it as bad as you" ___ says with a smirk, tom throws a glare at her.

Georg goes next. "The sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick" The says confidently.

"WRO-" "CORRECT" the interviewer cuts of tom and congratulates Georg on winning. Georg one a chocolate bar. "If i knew there was chocolate bar involved i would of tried harder" "No tom you did try, you just suck" Gustav speaks up smugly "Yeah says the person who got out first" Tom throws his empty water bottle at Gustav.

"Well this is our time up i hope you 5 enjoyed the interview hope you see you guys back in America" The man says shaking their hands while they walk out "Goodbye" The band says in unison.

"Imagine not having chocolate" Georg says sticking his tongue out "oh shut up Georg its just a silly little chocolate bar" Tom says upsetted.

I do this Georg would be very good at tongue twisters for some reason he just looks like he would be good lol. Hope you enjoyed

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x reader #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader

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lomltrentarnold · 11 months

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could you do a fic where trent gets asked questions about y/n in an interview and he starts blushing etc

❛ soft launched. ❜ — trent alexander-arnold

‣ hana’s notes : anon i love your mind!!!!!! cause when i tell u i RAN to write this 🤭 this is probably not what you expected but i hope you still enjoy it <3 they have a more like private relationship but maybe next time I’ll write when they mention each other more often or where y/n is like a famous person so stay tuned ‼️

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“So, Trent, your football career is looking amazing, your stats are blowing up—”

Trent let out a chuckle at the flowing praise, pride fuelling in his chest. But he didn’t expect the last statement to pop up.

“—and also your love life, it seems. I know you keep your relationship reclusive but that soft launch really had fans going crazy. Tell me a little about that.”

He was speechless for a second, a warm smile settling on his lips at the thought of you. He felt his body getting warm, he couldn’t stop grinning that his cheeks were starting to hurt.

“Yeah, yeah, uh,” he stumbled, words stuck in his throat and he doesn’t know which one to start with. This is his first time he’s talking about you in an interview, although you and him already knew that it was coming after the instagram post, it was still a little bit nerve wrecking.

Trent shrugged before continuing, “I’m a very private person with all of this. All that I have to say is that I’m very happy with my life right now. The support that I have right now, I’m just— uh, very very grateful to be honest. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” he rambled, your face fresh in his mind, left him feeling all fuzzy inside.

The interviewer sent him a warm smile, he too was feeling happy for him, “Tell me what makes Y/N special.”

Trent didn’t think that they would find your name so fast, but it also wasn’t a surprise, “You guys are quick huh?” they both shared a laugh, before that love struck look glazed over his face once again, “Y/N is honestly amazing. Do you know the feeling that you’re with someone you adore, you can’t really describe it— yeah, Y/N’s probably the best thing that has happened to me.”

He stopped at that, still wanting to keep your relationship as private at possible. But that was more than enough. Everyone in the room could see how smitten he was and they all shared the same joy.

Even the interviewer knew that.

“I am glad to see you happy, Trent. You definitely deserve it.” the interviewer softly smiled at him.

“Thank you.” he chuckled as he shyly scratched the back of his neck.

• • •

Couple of days later, the interview was out.

“Trent, it’s out!” you exclaimed, running to the sofa, and snatching the remote from his hand to change it.

Trent looked at you amused, “Why’re you so excited?”

You smirked, “Why can’t I be?” you looked at him teasingly, before kissing his cheek and pressing play.

Trent was fidgety the whole time as the video plays, nervous for your reaction when you saw the specific scene.

“—and also your love life, it seems. I know you keep your relationship private but that soft launch really had fans going crazy.”

He slowly looked at you, trying to figure out your reaction. But what he saw completely left him in awe.

You were staring at the screen, wearing a proud look on your face. Your smile is so big, he can’t help but mirror it.

You didn’t know why you felt so giddy, so happy, knowing that he was talking about you, praising you, that only you (and some friends and family.) know that. It brought a sense of comfort and ego boost that you can’t explain.

You squealed when you feel warm hands engulfing your waist. Trent pulled you between his legs as he peppered the side of your face with kisses.

“Wait!—“ you laughed, “What’re you doing!” you tipped your head up, trying to look at him. But you were met with his dreads instead.

“Love you.” you heard him whisper. You pouted at your adorable boyfriend, moving your hand behind his neck and softly scratching his scalp.

“Love you too, baby.” you took him out of your neck, and landed a soft kiss on his lips, “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me too.”

Trent’s eyes went big and glassy, he was giving you that doe eyed look that made you all flustered. “So lucky to have you.” he muttered.

How lucky you were that this boy was all yours.

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“COD MEN REACTING TO YOU COMING OUT AS GENDERFLUID”

characters simon “ghost” riley. john “soap” mactavish. john “bravo six” price. könig. alejandro vargas. keegan p. russ genre fluff cw lowercase typing. slight hurt/comfort. suggestive dialogues. mentions of homophobia. implied violence. swearing. google translated language.

simon riley

• he's really really confused

• he knows about the Igbtq+ community as he’s seen people of the same gender on the base giving romantic affection to each other

• he just doesn’t know what it means

• after you explain it to him, he blinks a few times and goes like “oh”

• he doesn’t mean it in a bad way, he just doesn’t care about that very much

• he’s supportive and protective of you, if anyone badmouths you he’s already beating their ass

• if you’re already dating him, he immediately accepts you

• “that’s fine with me as long as you’re comfortable with who you are.” he would tell you as he holds your hand

• if you’re crying while telling him, he would try his best in comforting you by giving you an awkward pat on the back

• he’d research more about your gender and the community

• he’d ask you which name or pronouns you’re identifying with almost everyday just to make sure he doesn’t offend you

• “that's my boy/girl/lover”, “atta boy/girl/love”, and “good boy/girl/love”

• he tries to refer to you neutrally, just in case

• “mmhf, you’re s’good to me.”

• “k-keep goin’, love.”

john mactavish

• he has probably heard about it at least once

• he’s curious, so he might’ve stumbled across some information about it

• “that’s nice.” he smiles at you

• he’s really supportive of you

• if you’re already dating him, he’ll tell you “you’re my lover and nothing’s gonna change that.” and pulls you closer to him

• if you’re crying while telling him, he tries to crack a joke to make you feel better and tells you that it’s completely okay with him

• “yer s’ cute!” he'll exclaim while squishing your cheeks once you’ve calmed down

• he’ll remember which name or pronouns you identified with last week and attempts to find a pattern like it’s some kind of mystery and he's trying to solve it

• “i can’t believe i’m your boyfriend!” you caught him speaking to himself, well, more like a picture of you on his phone

• definitely giggles when seeing a photo of you, in an appreciative way

• begins to be curious about his own identity

• “wait... so what’s my sexuality? pansexual? or–”

• has his own identity crisis

• he’d spend his time locked in his room trying to figure it out

• after thinking about his identity for so long, he starts to say the stupidest shit

• “wait... what if... i’m not soap? am i even john mactavish?! what is happening?!”

• he nearly gets a panic attack because of that

• he also says corny pick up lines

• “hey, are yer a cupcake? 'cause yer so sweet.” with a wink

• “can’t believe i didn’t make ya do this t’me sooner, hah.”

• “ya taste s'good, mmph.”

john price

• he’d also be confused at first

• “i’m proud of you.” he’d say while having a loving smile painted on his lips

• very supportive

• he’d attempt to help you be more comfortable with your gender

• immediately researches once he gets to his office

• frequently compliments you

• if you’re already dating him, he just accepts you with kisses pressed onto your face

• if you’re crying while telling him, he’ll immediately pull you into a hug and telling you that there’s nothing wrong with that and that it’s okay

• when you’re feeling masculine, he’d go “just me or you’re a lot handsome today?”

• when you’re feeling feminine, he’d go “i got you this. it's pretty, just like you.”

• when you’re feeling more neutral, he’d go “you look very amazing, as always.”

• protective of you, he’s already tasing the people who badmouthed you

• he shows you off, especially to laswell

• “that’s my lover right there.” he boasts proudly. laswell responds with, “i get it, price. go do your own work.”

• “fuck, love. right there.”

• ”ah, you're g-gonna be the– mm... death of me.”

könig

• “huh?”

• poor könig is afraid that he’ll misgender you

• spends his entire night researching about it

• he’ll frequently ask you what you’re identifying with

• he’s trying his best

• you have the extremely tall scary dog privilege whenever you’re with him

• cusses people out in german when they shit talk you

• people are scared of him, so they’ll whisper to each other about you but könig still manages to hear them

• guess who’s got a bloody nose? neither you nor könig!

• bingo! it’s the shit talkers. they'll hide in the infirmary away from you and könig

• if you’re already dating him, he nods along and tells you “that’s nice, mein schatz. what are you.. uh, identifying with currently?” ( my darling )

• if you’re crying while telling him, he immediately tries to comfort you but he doesn’t know what to exactly do to help

• “w-what? it’s okay! that’s great!?” he waves his hands around in panic

• he’s baffled on what to say and do but he’s got the spirit

• he calls you pet names in german

• könig is a proud boyfriend

• he isn’t very poetic, but he tries his best to write poems for you

• he just wants to be romantic for you

• “you look very handsome... like you always are, i-i mean.”

• “beautiful... i mean! uh... you! yeah, i- you're very beautiful.”

• “woah- sorry, sorry! you're just very eye catching.”

• “ah, mein gott. s-slow down, bitte.” (my god) (please)

• “b..bitte! hör nicht auf.”(p..please! don’t stop.)

alejandro vargas

listens intently

definitely a sweetheart

he knows about it because some of the people at his base are also apart of the community

“thank you for telling me, mi corazón.” ( my heart )

he’s really proud of you for coming out

buys you your favorite food

if you’re already dating him, you most likely would’ve came out to him during a date with him or just a stroll near the base

if you’re crying while telling him, he immediately wraps his arm around your shoulders and shushes you, both of you end up just sitting down

he wipes your tears away with the back of his hand

you sobbed more because he was so sweet to you

hands you his handkerchief to wipe away your snot and tears

“you’re just as amazing as ever, mi amor. don’t let anybody say otherwise.” ( my love )

ensures that you’re comfortable

death glares anyone who seems to want to talk badly about you

feel free to use his rank as a way to scare people off because he uses it against them too

“if anyone talks bad about you, you tell them that you’ll tell colonel vargas about it and that he won’t be tolerative about the situation.”

he gets really curious about it sometimes so expect to be bombarded with questions every now and then

“tell me i’m doing good, please, mi vida?” ( my life )

“d-demasiado, cariño. ay dios mío. hng– se siente tan bien. mierda.” ( t-too much, sweetheart. oh my god. hng– feels so good. fuck. )

keegan p. russ

literally does not care

he’d say “good for you?” in a questioning tone because in his head you’re acting like he asked you

you most likely came out to him while he was cleaning his gun

“keegan, i’m genderfluid.” he glances at you, “ok.” then he focuses on whatever he was doing again, “that’s it?” you were confused, “i got something to do, kid.”

it wasn’t obvious at first that he supported you

you just thought that he was neutral about it

until a rookie on base looked at you in disgust when you corrected them about your gender and you’ve never seen keegan more pissed off

multiple people along with their comrades pried keegan off of the rookie who had offended you

“you look at ‘em like that again and i’ll fuckin’ blow your head off.”

you stood there frozen, brain only functioning again when he said that

you didn’t expect keegan to be protective of you like that

if you’re already dating him, he’ll genuinely listen to you while you explain what it means

if you’re crying while telling him, he’ll unintentionally gawk at you while trying to comprehend what you’re saying before he puts his hand on your back

he doesn’t mean to be rude, he just doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say

suddenly recalls that you came out to him one night then he started doing research

he would definitely surprise you with “hey, what’re your pronouns?” leaving you puzzled

bombards you with questions randomly

“sweetheart, please move.”

“please just touch me already.”

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blayresmuses · 2 years

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Headcanons for Rhaenyra, Daemon, Aemond, and whoever else you’d like to include on how they’d comfort/reassure their lover the reader who’s sort of insecure about her body due to not being thin like women are typically expected to be? (So sorry if this is a lame request. I’ve obviously just been having a bad body image day and stumbled across your other headcanons and loved them!)

HOW THEY REASSURE YOU

summary: how the hotd characters would reassure you when you have body insecurities.

includes: aemond, aegon, rhaenyra, daemon, jace & harwin

authors note: it was such a coincidence when you sent me this because i’ve been feeling the exact same way, pms is a complete bitch. sending you so much love nonnie!

aemond is the type to take you in front of a mirror and make you watch as he undresses you, whispering in your ear what he loves about each part of your body. he’ll do everything - make you ride him, take you from behind - he wants you to see yourself from every angle, watch your body as it contorts and writhes for him. ‘look how good you take me,’ he’d groan, eyes fixated on you in the mirror. ‘you’re so fucking perfect, i don’t want to hear you say anything bad like that again.’

aegon isn’t the best to go to for reassurance. he’d probably say something really blunt like ‘you’re my wife, of course you’re gorgeous’ or ‘who’s bed am i in tonight? if you weren’t attractive i wouldn’t be here.’ after that he just kind of assumes it’s finished and that you’d drop the subject. when you don’t he’d probably get frustrated, it’s he’s feeling nice he’d get someone - his mother or your handmaiden - to fetch you a nice gift. he’s a bit clueless with it all honestly.

rhaenyra would want to boost your self esteem again and would go out of her way to make you feel looked after. she’d arrange to have new dresses made for you, ones she knows you love and complement your body perfectly. she’d sit and brush your hair, experimenting with styles until you find one that makes you feel confident. you’d try your dresses on in front of her, blushing when she points out how beautiful you really are.

daemon would try to reassure you in that brash way of his. he’d say things like ‘what stupid cunt has put that in your head?’ he does try his best and he’d even show up at court with you and point out things about the other lords and ladies that make them so far beneath the two of you. it’s rather childish but it’s very in his character and you appreciate the effort. he makes extra effort to praise you in bed, making sure to pay extra attention to the bits you don’t like.

jacerys would be so confused when you tell him of your insecurities, looking at you incredulously and shaking his head. ‘i don’t understand,’ he’d say wearily, ‘you’re beautiful.’ he’d go to his mother or baela and rhaena and ask for advice, keen on making you feel as comfortable and confident as he possibly can. he’d make a grand gesture first, bringing along some hand picked flowers to make you smile. he’d compliment you the whole time, asking you to dance and telling you how proud he is to have you by his side as his wife and that he doesn’t care about anyone else, just you.

harwin is the best, listening intently to your feelings and wiping your tears when you cry. he’d get down on his knees in front of you, murmuring how much he worships you. he’d kiss your whole body, leaving marks here and there because you’re his and he wants everyone to know, he’s so proud that you’re his. he tells you all of this, doesn’t stop reassuring you until you’re glowing again. when he finally sinks into you he’d whisper, ‘feel that? that’s what you do to me.’

#aemond targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #jacerys velaryon x reader #house of the dragon #harwin strong x reader

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(Segment of my story, How It Feels, with Jon and Martin recovering at Daisy's cabin after leaving London, and before the Eye Apocalypse happens. This in particular focuses on Martin, how he's changed since being in the Lonely, and how he is also still himself. This involves tooth loss and feelings of depression/disassociation, but isn't gory, and leans more toward being comforting. Inspired by the art of @lonelyslutavatar ~)

Jon is quite proud of himself for responding to Martin in a very calm manner, instead of rushing in and assuming the worst.

The calm quickly shatters when he sees Martin standing in the bathroom, face a mix of embarrassed and worried, holding two teeth in the palm of his hand.

Several teeth-related horror stories from past statements flash into Jon’s mind (the apple, a few dozen about some sort of “evil tooth fairy” that were probably not real but still upsetting, and several connected to the Flesh and the Hunt). Jon nearly starts to panic as well, but somehow he composes himself, and moves slowly, helping Martin sit down on the lid of the toilet, and begins trying to figure this out.

Martin has some pain in his jaw, but nothing feels “broken”, and there isn’t any blood. The teeth look “fine”, except for the fact that they aren’t where they should be. Jon asks Martin to open his mouth, and it doesn’t appear as if anything is infected or irritated. To be thorough, Jon runs to get a small torch.

“I’m VERY close to freaking out! Just so you know!” Martin says, loudly.

“Yes, I’m- I’m sorry, I’ll be there in a-”

“ANOTHER ONE JUST CAME LOOSE!” Martin is able to spit it out before yelling the news to Jon. He does NOT want to swallow any of his teeth.

“I’M COMING BACK! HERE! HERE I AM!” Jon stumbles to a stop at the small door, and walks back in carefully.

This time, Martin opens his mouth WIDE, and Jon shines the little light to see properly.

“Oh,” Jon says after a moment.

“Oh? Oh, WHA?” Martin asks, making sure his mouth doesn’t close.

“Oh, um… I sort of see the- er, the issue?” Jon answers, without actually giving Martin a real answer.

“Wha ih ih?” What is it?

“Well, I can see the empty areas, where your teeth were, and… it looks like something is, er- pushing them out?” Jon elaborates. Martin finds this description unhelpful and worrisome.

“UH HUH UH AH EEE?!” The fuck does that mean?! Good God, what was in his mouth?

“Sorry! There are NEW teeth coming in! Like- like when we lose our baby teeth, and-”

“I AREHEE AH I AHEE HEE! HOW OOH I HAH OR!?” Martin demands, and after a brief second of trying to translate it in his head, Jon realizes Martin has just said- “I already lost my baby teeth! How do I have more!?”.

“Uhh…” before Jon can say anything else, two more teeth fall out, helped by Martin’s attempts to talk. These were from his top row, on the left side. They completely leave Martin’s mouth, and land in his lap. Martin groans, irritated. Jon tries to speak again, before something else distracts him. “If- I had to guess, which is all I’m doing, I’m sorry, this- this might be like your OWN spooky puberty?”

Martin groans again, giving Jon a glare.

“You were working with- hell I’m just saying his name, Peter, you were working with Peter for a while, and before that you were working at the Institute. That changed all of us, a little bit, but Peter really pushed you along, and… what finally made me change and become something more than just human was- I died. Sort of. When I was in that coma, I was pretty close to being dead, but then I came back. You were… you were almost ready to fade away when I finally found you, and then you came back. I think you might have become something more than just human,” Jon pauses a moment, to let Martin have a chance to understand what he’s saying… and because another tooth falls out. “And we saw what happens to ME when I don't feed on any statements, so… you haven’t been doing anything at all when it comes feeding what you are connected to,”

Jon places his hand on Martin’s cheek and turns off the torch, letting Martin know he can close his mouth again. Martin does so, and then immediately gives an angry huff, spitting still another tooth into his hand. He gathers up the rest in his lap, so he’s holding all of them together.

“What the hell. The isn’t FAIR. Your- your eyeballs didn’t fall out when YOU changed! And why my TEETH?! Am I supposed to start eating people? Peter didn’t even do that!” Martin blinks a few times, uncertain. “I mean, I never SAW him to that…”

“This might not be so LITERAL. I doubt this is a sign you need to actually eat anybody-”

“Pff, whatever, you don’t KNOW…” Martin scoffs.

“What I mean is- sometimes when people like us change, it isn’t always straight-forward. This might be more… like it symbolically represents the way loneliness can, er- consume you? Eat you up?” Jon is leaning back against the wall opposite Martin, arms crossed anxiously. He hunches his shoulders up, as if to shrug in a way that asks for approval.

Martin does not exactly “approve”, but unfortunately, he’s beginning to see that Jon may have a point. He also remembers that nightmare he had, as if it had been some kind of “punishment” for rejecting the Lonely. The fact that Martin can now remember Peter purposefully pulling him into the Lonely to avoid true and permanent death added up as well. Did the Eye punish Jon when he wouldn’t feed it new fear? Yes, he supposes so.

“Wonderful. So my teeth are falling out as a METAPHOR. And what am I even supposed to DO about it? Read statements that are relevant to feeling forlorn and isolated?” Martin now feels THREE teeth pop loose. Great. More to add to the collection in his hands.

“Perhaps not…” Jon ventures another guess. “That’s sort of the specific thing I’m stuck doing. And it started even before the coma, remember? So maybe- was there anything you did while working with Peter that might have been related to feeding this particular kind of fear? It might have even been something that seemed almost normal, but the more it happened, the more it had an affect on you, and when you stopped, you felt strange?”

Martin’s first reaction is to just say NO, because he’s in an ornery mood (Why shouldn’t he be moody? His teeth are falling out! He has a right!). Instead, he tries to give Jon’s question some real thought…

When Jon was still in the coma, and Peter first became the “new boss”, Martin had initially tried to take on more responsibility as a way to shield other people from the problems that came from working so closely with… a man like that. The most unnerving part was how pleasant Peter seemed. He often asked Martin to come along as his personal assistant when he went on various errands; some were clearly for meeting with other unusual people part of the whole Fear situation, while others were part of the more normal side of business for the Magnus Institute.

These people, in either situation, would usually not even acknowledge Martin at all until Peter made a point to turn to him, ask a question or make a request, and then they’d startle to see there was a WHOLE man there beside Peter. When Martin got more used to it all, he’d speak up on his own, blatantly pointing out when somebody was giving Peter incorrect information or outright lying. In those moments, they were not only surprised that Martin existed, they were suddenly INTIMIDATED by him.

Peter was very amused by this, and proudly complimented Martin on being so “accomplished”.

Yeah, that may have been how this started.

Martin was well practiced at going unnoticed, keeping quiet, fading into the background. That was a good way to keep yourself safe. It was also a good way to be lonely. The shock of suddenly being given attention no doubt fed Peter’s patron Fear plenty of Martin’s own nervous energy… and when Martin did it on purpose, making himself known with an aloof sort of confidence, it caused unease in other people. The Lonely probably loved feeding on all that.

That was the start… but what turned it into a pattern, something that Martin had to continue doing, and also something that he did without thinking about it?

It finally occurs to Martin that what was happening when he first left the Lonely might be a hint; the sleepwalking. That never happened back in London, not exactly. However… very often, when Martin left the hospital after visiting Jon, or took a break in the evening in the middle of working late, he would walk through the city and let his mind wander.

No, that was putting it mildly. He’d feel a growing disconnect from his own feelings and thoughts, and whatever remained gave him a sense of bored contempt, if anything.

He blended into the crowds, but still wasn’t “part” of it all. Martin remained separate, even in the shared experience of riding the bus or waiting for a light to change.

Occasionally he would pop into a store and use the self check-out lane, or even a bar with no intention to mingle or drink, and he would go unnoticed.

All around him, he would see people talking to each other, or chatting on calls, crying over break-ups, getting into arguments, lying about what they were doing, waiting to meet somebody who wasn’t coming, staring at displays in stores of things they longed to buy but couldn’t afford, getting frustrated after searching for a job all day, trying to be funny for friends or deal with a stressful visit with family… Martin could nearly picture himself, as if looking on from another point of view, and he was nothing but a nameless face on the street.

Obscure and forgettable. Martin would walk on, automatically, no effort in reaching his destination. It was eventual and certain. He may as well be a memory, instead of somebody who was still there.

Then he would be back at the Institute, or at home, and his thoughts would click back into place. Maybe he’d take a shower, or have something to eat. If it wasn’t too late and he was done with research or paperwork, he’d watch something on TV. It was alright. Mostly.

In the current situation, with Martin sitting on the toilet in a bathroom of a safehouse in Scotland, trying to figure out why he’s losing his teeth… he thinks that he’s finally connected some dots, and sees the bigger picture.

“Yeah… well, um- I guess maybe when I would walk around London and sort of lose myself in groups of people, without interacting with anybody, that was possibly like feeding on loneliness. So. Maybe I just need to do THAT again,” Martin looks up at Jon again, now the one checking to see if what he’s saying makes any sense.

“Hmm… it might work when you go out to buy us supplies. You’ll be around people again, and- whatever lonely feelings they have,” Jon nods, though he doesn’t look happy about it. That’s fine. Martin isn’t happy, either.

“What if I… Jon, when you got REALLY bad, you compelled people to talk about things when they didn’t want to. What if I VANISH somebody? What if I can’t control this?” Martin asks, and as soon as he closes his mouth, he has to spit three more teeth into his hand.

“That is upsetting, I know…” Jon replies, reaching out one hand to place on Martin’s shoulder. “But, listen- a few days after I started to really try and rein myself in, one of the people I compelled actually showed up at the Institute again. I was… well, I- erm…”

“You were outside, sneaking a smoke,” Martin guesses.

“Yes, FINE. Anyway, I thought they were still having problems because of me, and I immediately apologized and assured them it wouldn't happen again. I was honestly sort of distressed about that, I didn’t want to go find everybody I had compelled, because seeing me might just make them even MORE afraid, but I still wanted to say I was sorry… well, this person told me they only came there to explain they weren't angry with me. They didn't forgive me exactly, but-,”

“What, they wanted to rescind what they said before? Like, withdraw the complaint?” Martin raises his eyebrows at this.

“Something like that. They told me… they weren’t having nightmares anymore, about me OR what I made them talk about. It had faded after a while. They also told me that it sort of helped, in a weird way, to finally confront something they’d been ignoring for so long. And now they knew, the world had scary things in it, that was REAL, and they weren’t crazy for wanting to be careful…” Jon sees Martin wants to jump into the conversation, but has to pause to catch another tooth that has escaped. Jon continues talking, knowing what Martin was going to ask.

“The reason I didn’t say anything at the time- I didn’t want it to seem like I was making excuses. Oh, this person says the nightmares stopped and they faced their fears, this means nobody should be mad at me anymore! Hell, no. I still forced people to share private thoughts and experiences against their will, and that wasn’t right. I’m only telling you this NOW because I’m hoping that you being around people in public, absorbing whatever you need, THAT will be more like when I read the statements. The fear and the hurt already happened. You aren’t making it worse. If you keep ignoring this hunger, then… it will most likely get more intense, but even if that happens, you still might not vanish somebody to death. People even escaped from what Peter did, occasionally. I just don’t want you to feel… hopeless,”

“OK… yeah, OK. This is still pretty fucked, though,” Martin says, trying to steady his breathing.

“Yes. And it will probably continue to be fucked. But we can try to help each other feel better,” Jon smiles down at Martin, and somehow, that makes a tense knot in his chest loosen.

Jon waits with Martin as the last few teeth come loose, and gets a small glass jar for them. After some “Should I leave them under my pillow?” jokes, Jon grabs the small torch again to see what the situation is with Martin’s new set of teeth…

“You really don’t feel them growing in?”

“Uh-uh,” Martin may not physically feel the teeth coming into place, but he has noticed that the ache in his jaw is gone, and the weird grinding has stopped (that was probably his weird new “spooky” bones making room for his weird new “spooky” teeth. This sounded like such a stupid problem when he thought of it that way, but there just wasn’t a better term unfortunately).

“Well, they’re almost all here, and- they’re sharp! Martin, your new teeth are POINTY!” Jon uses his hand not holding the torch to tilt Martin’s head back slightly.

“WHA? LIE A HA-HIRE?” What? Like a vampire?

“No, not like that… you don’t have fangs, exactly… oh lord, I can see them rising up!” Jon says, and now Martin is starting to get annoyed that he sounds EXCITED about this. “They’re wider, and sort of flat… Martin, I think these are like- like shark teeth!”

Jon has set the torch aside, and is now holding Martin’s head with both his hands, leaning him back even more so the light from the ceiling shines into Martin’s mouth. Jon is pushing aside Martin’s upper lip to see the teeth as they move through the gum better, and that is IT, Martin is DONE.

“GEH YER FEE-HERS OW UH I OW!” before Jon can translate that into “Get your fingers out of my mouth!”, Martin actually SNARLS as a final warning, Jon whips his hands away, and just to be dramatic, Martin CHOMPS his mouth shut.

His new teeth are officially finished growing in; all the severe ridges fit together. Sharp, solid, and strong.

Shark teeth... really? Was that just the Lukas Brand? Martin has to turn half-way into a SEA MONSTER? For the aesthetic?

Jon knows Martin wasn’t actually going to bite him… and Martin knows that Jon knows this. Which is why Jon still looks more fascinated than afraid of Martin’s new MONSTER TEETH, and that just makes Martin want to try and snap at him again. Jon can see that as well, and he starts to snort laughter. Martin wishes he was strong enough to stay furious, but the corners of his mouth betray him, curving into a smile.

Yep. All his human adult teeth fell out, he’s got weird spooky shark teeth now, he’s damn near close to laughing about it. He must be mad. Oh, well. So is Jon.

#tma #the magnus archives #jmart #jonmartin

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mamaspeckles · 4 months

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CAN YOU PLEASE DO VIVA NSFW HEADCANNONS??? THANK UU

Hello babes of course I can! Mama specks can do anything you all want! With your patience of course!

Viva NSFW headcanons

CHARACTER IS 20+

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

-For starters, good luck getting viva in the mood at all in the beginning. She’s entirely too hyper and distracted with everything and everyone which doesn’t cause anything to become intimate too often. But if and when you do manage to succeed in awakening her horny and needy side, you will be in for a long and bumpy ride so buckle up!

- this troll is literally the sweetest of her kind in the whole wide world after sex. She has had her eye on you since you first stumbled into her safe haven, and the fact that you’re finally here with her is all she ever wanted. Viva loves suffocating you with her hugs and doing your hair after sex, or just cuddling .

-A lot of people would probably think she’s a soft girl or submissive or chick during sex, but nope. She’s not submissive by any means, she is a rock hard top my friends! but she doesn’t like taking complete control 24/7.- she is a soft dom she will not degrade you at all.

-viva is very much a boobie girl, and she is completely confident and proud of her love for honkers.If you are a dude pssh she doesn’t care you got man boobs it’s good enough for her.- she just wants to squeeze and lick your nipple until you are inpatient whiney mess

- viva can last hours with you..have you seen her act cray cray?? But like a long time in bed. A large part of it is due to drinking a lot of shakes and eating unhealthy sugary stuff, but another part of it is also her wanting to hold out on herself so she can please you first. Just hearing you moan because of her only makes viva more willing to go at you again and again and again .

-viva is a moan/mewling girl- she is incredibly loud and can barely get sentences out when she’s thigh riding/riding you. “Mmgh!~ pleas-fuuuckkkk~”

-viva won’t admit it but she would love to have you tied up with your legs spread apart- a vibrator deep inside of your cunt/ass as she controls the speed- sitting back and touching herself to your cries and the look of your cum pooling out. “Look at you all needy for me..such a good girl/boy~ just say the words and mommy will give you something better than a cheap plastic toy~”

-her favourite position is 69- just sucking your clit/cock while she rubs her pussy against your face makes her knees weak.

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

I am so sorry i took so long with this i am slacking😭

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls velvet #trolls veneer #velvet and veneer #trolls world tour #multi fandoms posts #velvet and veneer fanart #velvet fanart #trolls velvet and veneer #veneer #velvet #trolls viva #viva x reader

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xerith-42 · 4 months

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Dante hesdcanons pls pls pls pls pls

I'll admit, I haven't given blue hair and pronouns enough love, so let's give it to him.

Dante was like 18 fresh out of the guard academy when Aph met him, compared to Garroth and Laurance who are in their mid to late twenties, and he was kind of just a little feral. Dante is just used to being a bewildering presence for people and he loves it. Like "Yes, I am basically a very tall child (5'7) and yes I will kick your ass." He likes confusing people, but he also really likes that Aph isn't thrown off by him. She treats him the way she would treat any guard she got roped into helping on a mission.

Dante's favorite color is magenta. Don't ask me why.

Dante carries on the honored tradition started by Gene of being a completely disastrous bisexual. Then again, with Garroth, Aph, and Laurance as his other role models, he really didn't stand a chance. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks about the possibility of just being with Nana and Nicole at the same time. He knows it's impossible, they've already pushed the situation past the point of no return because of his and Nicole's refusal to communicate, and he can't even begin to fathom how he'd explain it to the kids if Nana and Nicole even agreed to it.

Dante's favorite sweet that Nana makes is strawberry tarts. Strawberries are just his favorite fruits and Nana is always able to make something delicious with them.

This is basically canon but I want to turn up Dante's "I love my wife so god damn much!!" energy to 11. Like even if there's problems with Nicole, especially after they're resolved, he's so in love with Nana it's ridiculous. Y'know the way Maes Hughes is in Fullmetal Alchemist about his wife and kid? That's how Dante is.

And nobody can even really be mad at him because he's so earnest and loving and especially his mentors are so proud of him for really finding love and learning to cherish it. But there is more than a few times when Dante is gushing about his wife to Laurance while they're sparring and Laurance just groans and rolls his eyes. "Dante, I literally knew your wife before you did." "But you don't understand how she makes me feel Laurance! She's so brilliant, and beautiful--" "I've already heard you go on this rant before!"

There are some days where he's sort of distant. They became more and more frequent after Aph and everyone disappeared. Sometimes he would just go out to the gates of Phoenix Drop where he waited for them, or to that spot in the forest where they were last seen. He doesn't really say a lot, just stares at those spots, letting his brain feeling the crushing loneliness of missing almost everyone important to him. History has repeated itself. Due to forces that were honestly largely out of Dante's control, he's lost his entire family.

When Nana told him she was pregnant, Dante started crying. Tears of joy, relief, terror, grief, adoration, hopefulness. He just falls to his knees while holding her hand and cries. And Nana kneels down and comforts him. She knows what this means to him, how important and yet twisted Dante's relationship to having a family is. But neither one of them doubt that the other wants this. Dante wants this more than anything.

Oh my Irene he must have been a MESS after finding out about Dmitri. I know the show gave us some of this, but he probably hid a lot of it from Aph because she hasn't been around for so long, and he saw the kind of relationship bull shit she is still kind of getting up to, so he doesn't want to burden her with this. But when everyone's gone home for the night and it's just Nana and Dante in their bed together?

Needless to say a lot of tears were shed, apologies were stumbled through, and Dante ultimately resolves that he wants to be an even better father than he is to make up for not being there for Dmitri. And Nana assures him he's already a great father (because he is), but adores how dedicated her husband is to making up for his past mistakes in a very substantial way.

It takes a very long time for Dante to forgive Nicole. He still loves her, he never won't love her honestly, but he can't forgive her for hiding Dmitri from him. Even if they weren't together when he was born, he still would have done anything Nicole needed. Whether that was keeping Dmitri in his home for a few weeks, or just giving Nicole monthly payments, Dante would have taken what he could get. He's heartbroken that after all the time they spent together Nicole didn't realize that about him. Even if he'd "moved on".

I don't think Dante is capable of moving on. He's a character who constantly gets stuck in the past and shoulders the consequences of not only his own mistakes, but the mistakes of many others around him. Even when he tries to move forward, his past keeps coming back to bite him in the ass.

#text post #aphmau #i dont support aphmau #minecraft diaries #mcd dante #mcd headcanons #writing #dante headcanons #garroth ro'meave #laurance zvahl #nana ashida #mcd nicole #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #<---- I just reference it asdsafsdf #I do that a lot actually #aphblr #aphmau mcd #aphmau minecraft diaries #aphverse

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louellaby · 6 months

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FORGET-ME-NOT

REPLACED!MC AU

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W A R N I N G

May contain bad grammar, limited vocabulary, and OOC characters. Please mind that English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of courage for me to post due to my anxiety and paranoia.

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taglist: @books-and-catears @owl778 @yourlocalgrass @kaiserkisser @hhurric4ne @amberheavendremurr @yu-ulda @bk-4-trash-fire

F I N A L C H A P T E R

「 Forget-Me-Not 」

"M—MC...?! Wh-What are you doing back here in the Devildom? Aren't you supposed to be in the human world?!"

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Soley as she tried her best not to panic at the sight of you. Then, she set her gaze on Lucifer.

He saw the expectant look in her eyes as she was clearly pleading for help. She wanted him to shield her with his body, just like how he protected her from harm multiple times before. She wanted him hold her tightly against him and stroke her head while he questioned you about your unexpected appearance.

But nothing like that happened.

Lucifer didn't move an inch.

"What am I doing here?" You repeated her question as if it was the most stupidest thing you've ever heard. "I am the proud owner of this mansion, you see. Of course, I haven't had it built myself. This was a gift from Dia."

The prince walked into view and stood to your right while his butler Barbatos followed suit and stood to your left. Diavolo had a smile on his face. It was you who put it there the moment you said you were proud of the property.

The three of you walked down the stairs of the hall balcony so you could face the others on the same level. "I haven't left the realm at all, Soley. You clearly didn't know your place, and you still don't, so I thought I could... help you see it."

"You were too wrapped up in your own fantasies about being the only one who's loved that you didn't even notice you were being brought straight into a trap."

"W-Wait.. you mean.. since when—"

"Did you really think they're here to celebrate your birthday after the way you treated their beloved family?"

"I hope you don't mean you." She spat, rolling her dainty little fists. "You're not their family. You're just a human they didn't care enough for."

You smiled in response. She was finally starting to show her true colours.

"You see, that's where you're wrong, Soley." You took a step towards her, an action that made her take a step back. The anxious look on her face fueled you, making you grin like a mad person. The brothers did nothing but watch. They were all looking at you, completely proud of their precious human.

"I've always been their family even before anyone knew it. They care about me more than they made you think they care about you. Remember that in this place, Soley, you're nothing but a powerless little ant surrounded by a group of children with magnifying glasses."

The more you approached her, the more she stepped back. Her mind kept racing, trying to figure out every step of your plan. Too bad for her that you're already at the very last step.

Because she was distracted, she tripped over her own feet and stumbled on the marble flooring, yelping in pain. By the time she opened her eyes and came to, you were already standing in front of her, towering over her helpless figure. You could all hear her breathing getting more desperate; it was echoing through the halls. As she trembled in your gaze, she failed to realise that she was already surrounded by the same demons who made her believe she was special. Mammon and Satan were right behind her, waiting for you to give command.

You held your staring contest with Soley, ending in her failure as she tried to hold back her tears. She tried to look around for a way to escape.

That's when she realised her situation.

"Y-You can't hurt me! Any one of you! I'm important to the Devildom!" She exclaimed, glaring at everyone but mostly at you.

You knelt down in front of her with an amused expression on her face and asked, "Is that so? Please tell me your worth in this realm."

"I'm an exchange student of Diavolo! He said that I'm protected as long as I'm in the Devildom!"

"And who were supposed to be your protectors, hmm?" You added, smiling warmly as if to mock her. She tried to think of something when she realised the very answer to your question.

"That's right, Soley. The Seven Rulers of the Devildom and the ambassador from the Human Realm. Those eight were supposed to be your knights in shining armour; to take care of your every need and protect you when harm comes. But... they can't really do all that when they're the ones hunting you down, now can they?"

Soley felt small. She tried to hide her furious trembling, but she couldn't. Even her own body betrayed her. As she hung her head to keep you from seeing her pooling tears, she croaked, "S-Since when have you been... been planning th-this..?"

Her eyes widened, her head tilted upwards, and all eyes were suddenly directed at the source of someone's laughter— yours. You apologised for the sudden giggle and stared at Soley's watered green orbs. "I guess I can tell you now since, well, we're all trying to be nice here."

"You're not being nice here at all, MC."

"Now, now, Soley. There is no need to point out the obvious. I'm about to answer your question, so it's best if you just shut up and listen to me."

Silence fell onto the girl. Her eyes were focused on yours, waiting for you to continue talking. You were amused by how cooperative she was being, so you thought to reveal what you had been planned from the very beginning.

"I don't have a good feeling about that human," Mammon mentioned once again as he kept pacing back and forth. The others in the room, his younger brothers, just ignored his pacing and gathered all their thoughts.

"Isn't it obvious?" Levi asked, which got everyone's attention. The demon didn't look up from his game console and just kept talking. "That human doesn't like MC, or any of us for that matter."

"Levi's right." The fourth-born leaned back on his chair and nodded along with his brother's comment. "It's certainly possible that she'll do something to MC."

"What?!" Beel panicked, almost dropping his food. His twin brother, who was resting his head on Beel's lap, woke up because of Satan's statement.

"Do you think she'll really do that here?"

"Hey, by "do something to MC", I didn't mean she'll hurt them. At least not physically." The six of them shared worried glances before someone entered the room. It was you.

"MC, did you..."

"I heard every word from the beginning, Satan, and I agree with you. Soley was jealous, and it was clear as day when I went out with her earlier. She tried to ask me for help getting along with you guys, and I'm warning you that she'll be hanging around you all in the upcoming days, maybe even for the whole year."

"What?! MC, you can't do that to us!"

"Yeah, we don't want to be stuck with her! Especially not for a whole year!"

"Guys, I need your help here. I need to show her that I'm not someone she can mess with. And certainly not someone she can replace."

"S-So, everyone— everything.. they were all—"

"—lies, yes." You cut her off with a nod and an amused smile. "Ever since that day, the day we last went out together, everything had been planned by me. Of course, I can't really take all the credit; all of the demon brothers, as well as Diavolo and Barbatos; they all helped prepare everything. It wasn't scripted or anything, but it was all done as it should be. Would you like for me to list them all?"

"No, ple—"

"First, the brothers making you feel like you were the most special person to them. I'm sorry, but in all honesty, they couldn't bear your presence. None of us could. I'm impressed that they managed to continue their act for almost a year."

"Of course, MC! We didn't want to disappoint you!"

"Thank you! I'm so proud of all of you!"

"Wh—

"Hush now, Soley, I'm not done talking." You snapped and continued counting with your fingers. "Second, the brothers made you think that I was no longer important to them by stopping to be around me. It hurt all of us, but it will all be worth it by the end of today."

"What do you mean by th—"

"I said, hush," you snapped again. "You're a noble lady, Soley. You should know better than to interrupt a higher ranking person." The girl's brows narrowed, but she held her tongue. You continued to speak.

"Third, the brother's overprotection. I mean, our overprotection of you. You know that we tried to keep you safe, right? Of course, we needed to do it for our plan to succeed. If you got in trouble with another demon, well... that would spoil our fun, wouldn't it?"

"Fourth, that farewell letter. Let me guess, you somehow destroyed it before any of the brothers could read it. Oh, but not to worry, I sent them a picture of it before leaving it to you. I needed to make sure it was believable enough. And it sure was when one of them thought it was actually real."

The brothers all looked with smirks on their face at the Avatar of Greed, who glared at the rest of them, but he did his best to keep quiet for you.

You scoffed in amusement the moment you saw the deep terror in Soley's face. You reached out and squished her cheeks together. Her body flinched at your sudden touch. "All of that, my dear, all of it— was just a bunch of planned lies. Do you know why? It's because no one, and I mean no one, could ever replace me."

With one look from you, Mammon and Satan grabbed her arms and pulled her up on her feet. She struggled to no avail. She kept struggling, and you just shrugged it off, getting up on your own feet and leaning in closer to her ear. With a low voice, you whispered, "Oh, and by the way, my favourite flowers are scorpion grasses. They're otherwise known as forget-me-nots."

You retreated your head back to see the horrified look on her face. "So please, Lady Soley..."

"... don't forget me."

「 CHAPTER IX | LOUE'S LETTER 」

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me angst #obey me brothers #obey me shall we date #obey me replaced mc au #Forget-Me-Not

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cybrthrillz · 1 month

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OK SO UM there have been a LOT of controversy surrounding my name, most prominently on twitter.

i thought that it would be a good idea to let people here know exactly what is happening. i don't want to leave people in the dark and i want to be totally honest, so if you're confused about what all the harassment is about, give this a read.

1. i came out as a lesbian attracted to all genders

this is true. and i am fucking proud of it. sadly THIS is why hundreds and maybe even thousands of people are harassing me and sending me death threats every single day. yep. because thats a very normal and healthy reaction. (/sar)

i have NEVER tried to hide the fact that i'm radically inclusionist, just because i don't openly state it in my bio that doesn't mean it's particularly secret... i'm in full support of ALL good faith identities, which doesn't include pedos/maps/zoos or whatever. though it DOES include lesboys, mspec gays/lesbians, turigirls, transmascfemmes, any other "weird/contradictory" label.

2. i draw suggestive art of regretevator even though it is against the creators' boundaries

this is true. though i will stress that i did listen to criticism and deleted/privated all of my suggestive regretevator art AND made a private 16+ account on twitter specifically to post that kind of stuff in order to respect yeucc's boundaries (even though the art i make isn't even really that bad compared to what other people make but eh). the only other place is refsheet, where all of my nsfw art is put behind an nsfw filter, which is on by default for everyone. my public accounts will always try to remain friendly for younger fans of regretevator as well as any developers who happen to stumble upon my content. i have never considered my hypersexuality to be an excuse in any way, just simply an explanation of why i am like this.

3. i am showing explicit pornography to minors

this is absolutely NOT true. the reason why some believe this is because my private suggestive/nsfw art account on twitter, @wallterwife, lets anyone of the age 16 and up follow the account. however, the description of that account VERY CLEARLY states that the art posted to that account DOES NOT CONTAIN NUDITY WHATSOEVER. (also, i am a minor, so i wouldnt feel comfortable posting explicit porn anyway)

furthermore, it's because it's commonly believed that nsfw = explicit pornography. that is completely untrue, however its understandable that the majority of people may think this way. this is the real definition of not safe for work, which is what i always mean when i say that something i make is nsfw. respectfully, i'm not going to change that just because some people refuse to learn.

i will add more to this if more accusations come to light. this post will be added to my pinned and viewable at any time.

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katsu28 · 2 years

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can you please write a drunk love confession (kinda like the Rachel/ross one from friends?) but super angsty (with a happy ending ofc) thank ya!! xx

i just reread your request after writing this and i think this was kinda what you were asking for, but i haven’t seen Friends in years so…i could be wrong. i hope you enjoy this even if i got it completely wrong <3 thank you for requesting, i had too much fun writing this!!

the one with the drunk love confession

pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

summary: see request!

warnings: swearing, kinda angsty, also way longer than i originally planned but oh well

a/n: there wasn't a character specified for this, so i just picked my boy jj bc i missed writing for him! hope that's okay :)

masterlist + taglist

(gif from @jensensfanfic!)

You knew that calling JJ wasn’t the best idea. But you were slightly past tipsy (okay maybe a bit more than just slightly) and higher than a fucking kite, so that little voice in the back of your head telling you to put down your goddamn phone wasn’t a main priority at the moment.

As the dial tone rang, you took another swig of beer, sighing in satisfaction at the cool bitterness of it sliding down your throat. Beer wasn’t usually your drink of choice, but it was all you had in the fridge right now—courtesy of the blond boy you were currently calling.

“Yo, it’s JJ! I’m probably out doing some shit I’m not supposed to, but leave a message and maybe I’ll hit you back. Or maybe I won’t, I dunno. Peace!” God, that stupid voicemail always used to annoy the shit out of you, but right now, in your drunken haze, it kinda made your heart ache a little bit more.

“Pick up your damn phone, J, I need to tell you something.” You mumbled, words slurred by one too many cans of beer. After a few seconds of waiting for him to answer before you remembered this was his voicemail, you chuckled drunkenly to yourself. “Hey. It’s me, your best friend. I just wanted to tell you that everything—everything is fine. Everything is totally fine. I’m happy for you. Happy that you—you found someone who makes you happy.”

You hiccuped, letting out another airy laugh. “Anyways, the reason why I called was to let you know that I am over you. I’m over you, and—shit, I need to pee. Fuck. Uh, I’m—I’m not in love with you anymore. I’m totally over you. Yeah. That’s it. ‘Mkay, I’m gonna go. Love you, bye.”

With that, you hung up, tossing your phone aside in favor of downing the rest of the remaining beer in the can before heaving yourself up from the couch and stumbling towards the bathroom. After you were done, you returned to your previous position, now fighting the sleep threatening to overtake you and very quickly losing. The last thing you remembered was thinking about the message you’d left JJ, and how you were proud of yourself for finally getting some closure regarding the feelings you had for him.

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You were woken up in the morning by a pillow being thrown at your face, blinking awake slowly to see none other than JJ Maybank hovering over you, squinting at you curiously. JJ tended to show up at your place randomly, and after the time you almost smacked him upside the head with a baseball bat as he crawled through an open window instead of knocking, now used the key you’d given him to come and go as he pleased.

“You look like shit.” He snickered, deftly dodging the palm you shoved up towards him. “What did you even do last night?”

“Drank the beer you left in the fridge.”

JJ’s eyebrows flew sky high. “All of it? Y/N, that was like, a whole pack.”

“Mmhm. Smoked those joints I snagged from your stash too.” You mumbled, rubbing your eye furiously.

“Damn.” JJ let out an impressed whistle. “Who pissed you off?”

“I don’t even remember, man,” You pulled yourself off the couch, picking up all the empty beer cans littering the coffee table and tossing them into the trash on your way to the bathroom to find some painkillers. Vague memories of last night bounced through your mind in flashes, some more clear, but most of them just a blur. You remembered hearing JJ’s voice over the phone, but not really anything after that. “J, did you call me last night?”

“Call you? Nah, I stayed over at Brianna’s last night. Haven’t even touched my phone since yesterday morning.”

Right. Brianna, JJ’s perfect new girlfriend. Of course he was with her last night. Lately, that was where he’d been spending most of his time when he wasn’t working. But you weren’t bitter. Not even a little bit.

“Huh, that’s weird. I swear I remember talking to you, but I was super wasted last night, so,” You sighed from the bathroom, dry swallowing two painkillers, then padding back out to the kitchen. “I probably dreamt it, or something.”

“Sounds like you had a blast.” He chuckled, flopping onto the couch with a satisfied huff. You flipped him off behind your back, busying yourself with rifling through the fridge for something to eat and heaving out a sigh when you saw that the shelves were pretty much barren. You made a mental note to swing by the store after your shift at The Wreck tonight. “Yo, you called me last night. There’s a message right here.”

“Really? It’s probably nothing, you can just—”

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Everything came flooding back in one go—calling JJ late last night, spilling your guts about being both in love and over him, leaving him that fucking voicemail.

“Dude, you sound absolutely zooted. How much kush was in those joints?” JJ snorted.

You slammed the fridge shut, all but sprinting towards him, even vaulting over the coffee table like some sort of freaking ninja. “Gimme the phone! Give me your fucking phone, JJ, I swear to god—”

He sprung up from the couch with a surprised cry, sidestepping your attempts at grabbing his phone. “The fuck is your problem, Y/N? Stop it!”

You took a chance, throwing yourself onto his back to try and snatch it out of his hand before he had a chance to hear the whole voicemail. But when he froze in place, you knew you were too late. He’d heard the whole thing.

“Oh my god. Oh my god, this isn’t happening,” You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut as you slid off his back and faceplanted back onto the couch. He didn’t say anything for the longest time, and you were glad for it. Maybe he’d suddenly gone deaf and didn’t actually hear the message. Maybe he’d sprouted a sudden bout of amnesia and forgot everything that happened in the last ten minutes. Maybe—

“You’re over me?” He asked softly. You felt the couch dip down opposite from where you were buried in it. “You’re over me. When were you—when were you…under me?”

“Oh my god,” You repeated, voice muffled by the couch cushion.

JJ poked your leg once, twice, then a third time. “Hey. Y/N, look at me. What’s happening? Why are you—what are you doing?”

“I can’t,” You groaned, finally sitting up. You still refused to look at him though, so he did the only thing he could think of. He kept poking you until you met his gaze, which only took about thirty seconds. “Fine. Lately, I’ve kinda, sorta, maybe…had feelings for you.”

“Oh. That’s—oh.” His brow creased in thought. “You have feelings for me.”

“Yeah, well, you had them first.” You didn’t know why you were suddenly so defensive, but you couldn’t take it back now.

“Whoa, whoa, how did you know that? Who told you? Was it Kie? John B? I can’t tell anyone anything anymore, jesus fuck!”

“It was Pope. You know how bad he is at keeping secrets.”

JJ nodded. “That makes more sense. Uh, when?”

“The night you went on your first date with Brianna.”

“Brianna. Oh fuck. Bri—I need to go.” JJ spluttered, stumbling to his feet. His hands lodged into his hair as he made his way to the front door, then turned around to face you again. “No, I’ll stay. I don’t know.”

You started to approach him, then decided against it, keeping both arms wrapped around yourself like you’d be able to shield yourself from the clusterfuck of awkwardness you’d unleashed into the atmosphere. “I’m sorry, J, I didn’t mean to make things weird. I was really drunk last night, and I—”

“You…you were in love with me. But you’re over me now.” He interrupted, letting his hands slap against his sides. “You are over me now, right? We can just forget this ever happened?”

You wanted to tell him you were really over him, but you were honestly tired of keeping this huge secret for so long. And as daunting as it seemed, it was time to own up to your feelings and lay it all out there in the open.

“No.”

“No…as in, you’re not over me?”

“I’m still in love with you, JJ.” You mumbled, lifting your gaze from your socked feet to meet his very conflicted one.

“I can’t do this right now, Y/N, I should—I should leave. Yeah. I’m gonna,” He retreated towards the front door yet again, fumbling for the doorknob blindly, “I’m gonna go. I’m sorry.” With that, he left, the roaring of his bike engine fading into the distance being the only thing that jerked you back to reality. The reality where you might’ve just lost your best friend because of a stupid, drunken voicemail.

Fuck.

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You were wiping down the rest of the tables at The Wreck after closing when you heard the door open behind you. Plastering a polite smile on your face, you turned around to tell whoever had just come in that you were closed.

“Sorry, we’re closed, but we open for breakfast at 9 tomorrow morning if you wanna—” You stopped short when you saw it was JJ standing there, eyes widening. “JJ. Hi. What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Look, if it’s about what happened this morning, I already feel awful, and I’m sorry, but I couldn’t lie to you anymore.” You sighed, spraying down another table to wipe.

“You had no right to tell me you’re in love with me, Y/N. I’m with Brianna now, okay? And I like her, and I think she’s good for me!” JJ’s outburst cleaved through the terse silence like the sharpest of knives, cutting deep into your already guilty conscience like butter. He dragged his hands through his already messy hair, brows furrowing heavily. “Everything’s been going great with her until I found out about you.”

“I was doing great before I found out about you too, asshole! You think I wanted this to happen? You think I wanted to be the one to mess up your relationship? I know you’re happy, JJ, and I’m happy for you.” You weren’t kidding about the last part. Seeing JJ happy was all you’d ever wanted. But seeing him happy with someone that wasn’t you, that was what hurt. “But this is—you think this is easy for me? Seeing you with her all the time? Because I’m telling you right now, it’s not.”

“Well then, you should’ve said something before I met her instead of leaving that bullshit voicemail last night!”

“I didn’t know then, and I was fucking drunk yesterday! I didn’t do it on purpose!” You exclaimed, throwing the towel down on the table rather forcefully. “And how come you didn’t say anything either, huh? If you were in love with me too, why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I couldn’t! You’re one of my best friends, and me telling you I was in love with you would’ve fucked everything up!”

“Fucked what up?”

“The friend group, our friendship—fucking everything!!!” His hands were linked behind his neck now as he paced back and forth between the tables, head tilted up towards the wooden beamed ceiling to avoid looking at you. “You guys are all I have, okay? I can’t lose you. Any of you. And you and me…it would’ve driven a wedge between everyone. No Pogue on Pogue macking, remember?”

“You’re gonna let a stupid rule we made when we were kids get in the way of things?” You scoffed, crossing your arms. “God, I thought you were braver than that, JJ.”

A muscle in his jaw flexed as he turned his glare on you. “Guess I’m just a coward for thinking of the group then.”

“Don’t fucking do that, don’t hide behind our friends. I know you, and I know that you’d never let a stupid rule stop you from doing something you wanted to do, so stop blaming this on it. This is on you.”

“This is on me? What about you?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you! How come you didn’t say anything?” JJ shot back, jabbing a finger in your direction. “You go around flirting with everyone, hooking up with Tourons, and then you say you’ve been in love with me the whole time? The hell am I supposed to think about that?”

You knew JJ was just lashing out because he was angry, but there was something in his accusation that struck a nerve. Even he could tell that he’d hit it by the way you shrunk back the slightest bit.

“Fuck you, JJ. Stop making it seem like I’m throwing myself around at every single fucking guy who comes around!” You snarled, eyes flashing dangerously.

He faltered, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily, and when he opened them again, they were that soft blue that always made your heart skip a beat. “No, I didn’t—I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just…you have really shitty timing, you know that? Bri and I are just getting good, and I can’t do this with you right now, Y/N!”

“Then don’t! Just ignore me like you’ve ignored your feelings for god knows how long!”

“I can’t.” JJ muttered, shaking his head. “It was one thing when I thought I was crazy for being in love with someone I could never have, but now that I know how you feel…it’s different.”

“Do you still feel the same way about me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. Gut answer. Go.”

“Yes. Fuck, I’m still in love with you, Y/N.” JJ groaned, digging the heels of his palms against his eyes furiously.

“Then what are you gonna do about it?”

“Probably something I shouldn’t.” He breathed, not even taking a second to think before he was crossing the restaurant floor and pulling you into his arms to kiss you fiercely. Although taken completely by surprise, you managed to steady yourself and kiss him back.

Kissing JJ was better than you could’ve ever imagined, but you couldn’t stop the little voice in the back of your head from screaming ‘he has a girlfriend, for fuck’s sake’, and that was had you pulling away from him.

“We can’t—we can’t do this.” You spluttered, pushing him away a few steps. JJ’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Dude, you have a girlfriend. You can’t be kissing me like…like that! We shouldn’t even be kissing at all!”

“Crap. Yeah, I know. I know, I’ll break up with her tomorrow.” JJ ran his hand through his hair frustratedly, nodding furiously when you shot him a pointed look. “Look, I’ll be nice about it, and I won’t bring you up. I’ll just say that…I don’t feel the same way about her anymore.”

“I feel horrible.”

“Whoa, kissing me was that bad?”

“No, because I’m basically a homewrecker!”

JJ was quick to approach you again, sliding his fingers under your chin and tilting your head up to meet his stern gaze. “Y/N, you’re not a homewrecker. I love you. I want to be with you. I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“But you said you and Bri were just getting good. That she was good for you.” You frowned, to which JJ smiled guiltily with a shake of his head.

“I was lying. Kinda just wanted to make you feel bad for springing this on me.” He snickered. “Did I go too far?”

“You’re an asshole, Maybank.” You shoved him away from you with a huff, but he came right back, trapping your wrists in one hand while the other came to cup your cheek as he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. “Stop kissing me.”

“Oh, please, you don’t really want me to stop kissing you, do you?” He snorted. “I mean, you are in love with me, after all.”

All you could do was glare at him playfully, but you couldn’t deny that what he was saying wasn’t true.

“C’mon, I’ll help you finish cleaning so you can close up and we can get the fuck out of here.” He chuckled, giving your hip one last squeeze before you grabbed the wet towel off the table and flung it at him. “You little shit! Get over here!”

Safe to say, it took you a lot longer than usual to close up when JJ was with you, but you didn’t really care.

All you cared about was that you were in love with JJ Maybank and he was in love with you, and it only took one pack of beer, two joints, and a drunk voicemail for you to admit it to each other.

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