#let me kno if y’all want a little one shot continuation of this like what I did for I think

[queenaswrittings]

HEY HEY HEY BESTIE HOW ARE YA THIS FINE EVENING/MORNING/AFTERNOON OR IDK

Soo may I request some headcannons on how would it be being in a polyamorous relationship with Hange and Levi cause DAMN they are fine😩😩(plz rail me already)

ANYWAYS BESTIE HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!!❤❤

OFC YOU CAN MY LOVE🥺💖!!

You’re the main character in the relationship here you get kisses before going to sleep from both of them

You get called a “brat” “baby” or “sweetheart” by Levi

“Angel” or “beautiful” by hange

They both treat you amazing they make you feel special everytime you’re around them

They don’t fight at all although Levi can say no to something’s and hange does it anyways and he gets annoyed and you just giggle everytime it happens

They will protect you with ALL COSTS, they both is ready to die for you no matter what

If they find you crying, trust me whoever hurt you won’t get away, the person either get extra chores/duties for months or they have a horrible death🙃

Hange is the crazy one in the relationship (we all know that) Levi is the soft one and you’re the (insert how you act here)

Hange is ready to do everything you says cause 1. She loves you so FUCKING MUCH 2. She’s as crazy 3. She would do anything you’re down to try

Levi is like the overprotective one in the relationship (we all know that) he wants you safe and never would allowed such childish/unnecessary things

You make them flower headbands and hange kisses your face over and over again saying how sweet you are while Levi doesn’t want to wear it

It’s not that he hate it...he just doesn’t wanna wear it (mostly because he’s humanity’s strongest soldier and wouldn’t want other people to see him as a soft guy:)

Hange cusses him saying that he’s ungrateful and disrespectful for not wearing you’re gift while you’re behind her nodding your head at everything she’s saying

He eventually wears it cause “he wants hange to shut up” (trust me he loves it;)

You made this thing where you guys would just cuddle in y’all bedroom and watch a movie while eating snacks on Sundays

No matter what it is y’all HAVE TO HAVE A LAZY SUNDAY, EVERY WORK HAS TO STOP (*cough* *cough* levi)

Y’all be dragging him out of his office to get him out of his paperwork

You always pretend to cry if he doesn’t come and he always give in

Hange let’s you do her hair however you want as she lays her head on your breast while watching tv together

You and hange makes food together for Levi before he comes home since he’s been gone fo a while

When he comes back y’all both run up to him and kiss him while he’s like “ok ok that’s enough ya damn brats”

Levi is always busy most of the time so you hang out with hange more during the days

Hange is CRAZY fun

She’ll let you on everything she’s experienced/learned for the past few weeks

She was explaining what path they would take to kill the Titans and you we’re looking at her with a glow in your eyes

To her you we’re like an angel, HER angel(which you we’re) she just look at you softly giving the “wow...is this really my girlfriend” look (in a good way)

You looked back at the map on the table not noticing the way hange was looking at you “hange this is amazing do you kno- she slide her index finger under your chin and pulled you closer to her face

You’re boobs touched hange’s and she moan softly “you don’t know what you’re doing to me right now y/n” with that she closed the gap between y’all and kissed you sloppily

She had her hands going everywhere on you, your sweet lips on hers made her want more so she slide her hands down your thighs and pulled you up to sit you on the table

She pulled your shirt up over your head and started kissing your neck/jawline while you moaned her name over and over again

After their was hickeys on your neck hange brought you to y’all room and layed you on y’all’s shared bed (it’s not that small so it fits all 3 of y’all well)

Levi came in the room and since he didn’t see y’all he went to the bedroom

He gave y’all the same expression but he kinda smirked in his head, he took off his suit that was over his shoulders and hang it

Y’all were both looking at him with a sexy look as he walked over to the bed he took you by the throat and pulled you to his face

“Missed me brat?” He said as he titled his head a little “ofc daddy” he groaned at the nickname before kissing you deeply while hange kissed you’re neck down to your breast

You moaned in Levi’s mouth as you felt hange’s tongue over your now hard nipple while her other hand was playing with the other one

“I think you might wanna be quiet baby or do I have to make you?” Levi said as he put his hand in your pants only to rub your clit in circle motions

“Aaaahhhh” you moaned over his mouth “ok then brat, I’m guessing you’re choosing the harder way huh?” Hange got out of the way knowing where this is going

Levi pulled grab you by your neck (trying not to hurt you as much as possible) and put you on your knees in front of him

You couldn’t wait to put his dick in your mouth anymore so you started unbuckling his belt

“You’re such a thirsty slut fuck” he said looking down at you as you pulled his pants down

Hange went to sit on the couch watching you pull down Levi’s pants, she took off her panties and got into a position so she can play with herself

You gasp as you pulled Levi’s boxers down seeing his big member, you’ve seen it before obviously but you never got enough of his size

Before you knew it, you were gagging on Levi’s cock tears trimming down your now red face and your hair is everywhere mixed with sweat and tears, spit drooling down your mouth to your tits eyes locked on him

Levi was groaning loudly trying not be as loud “fuck baby just like that” he moans as he held your hair going in one motion |forward and back|

Hange was so close sweats was all over her face/body she loved seeing the 2 person she cared about in this pathetic world do lewd things like this

“Shiitttt” she moaned breathing heavily

Levi was also close, he loved seeing you beneath him with tears on your face like that

“You want me to cum on your face baby?” He groaned out you couldn’t saying anything you tried to hum but it just made you gag on his cock more

Which ended making you’re eyes roll back

Levi

Came

Right

There

“HOLY SHIIITT Y/N!!” he growled loudly as he’s cum shot down your throat, it was too much so you took his cock out and slapped it on your face (softly) as cum spilled in your hair, face and breast

Hange also cum as she saw Levi’s cum on your face like that

“You looked so damn hot like that you damn brat” he said you only smiled at him and he wanted to take you right there because seeing your beautiful smile while his cum was spreaded all over your face like that looked like heaven to him (hange too)

You crawled over hange as she was in the same position with her pussy and cum in view on the edge of the couch giving Levi a good view of your bottom swaying side to side

Levi sat on the bed at he started stroking himself seeing you reach hange and lick her pussy clean

You looked up at her with a lust look on your face while your tongue did it’s work on her clit while she moaned until she held you back and grabs your hair pulling you to the floor

“It’s about you tonight beautiful, not me” she said locking eyes with you as she get on a position where her pussy and your pussy got together and started rubbing it

“H-Han-hangeee” you moaned as both of you locked eyes for a couple of secs before she pulls you into a kiss

She kissed you deeply full of love while rubbing her pussy rougher on you’re pussy

She broke the kiss and lean against your ear “I love you so much baby” she said before holding you closer to her and going in a very rough speed rubbing your clit against her pussy-lips making your eyes roll back once again

“Fuckkkk both of y’all are so damn hot” Levi groaned as he came once again

“Han-hange I- I’m gonna cu- aahhh” you yelled but the end came out as a mumble as hange bring her hand to your mouth as both you came on each other

Shortly after you felt Levi pick you up and place you on the bed “come here baby”

He separated your legs and pulled you closer to him, he lines his cock to your wet pussy and slammed himself against you

You gasp at the stretch. “OH GOD!!! L-Levi” you moaned as you looked down at his cock stretching your pussy

Hange came over to you and started licking your nipple once again and your eyes rolled back for the 3rd time tonight

“D-daddy, s-slow d-down please fucckkkkk” but Levi continues at the same speed

“Shit, take it baby, take all of daddy’s cock” he groaned

Hange kissed you sloppily muffling your moans. Levi was going too hard/fast which made you go crazy and came multiple times but he soon came afterwards painting your walls white (you’re in birth control)

“Ngh!! babyyy” he moaned as his head tilted back, you moaned in hange’s mouth as your struggles to kiss back

Y’all 3 just layed on the bed for some minutes catching y’all breath’s

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Bonus: y’all ended up taking a shower together and hange got out first to change the sheets and clean the floor, after y’all went to sleep cuddling each other (while you we’re in the middle of both of your lovers of course) (the next morning, y’all may or may not got complaints from captains Erwin saying how loud y’all was that night and y’all should be quieter. “Hey, next time remind me to be as loud as I can” hange said to you and Levi but Erwin didn’t hear. You giggled as quiet as you could while Levi rolled his eyes but smiled a little knowing he had everything he could ever wish for).

Note: you are my first ask sweetheart 💗✨🥰

#anime #anime aesthetic #anime art #anime gif #levi x hange #levi ackerman #hange zoë #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #smut #polyamourus pride #polyamorous #y/n x levi #aot x y/n #levi x reader #hange x reader #lovely

[bqstqnbruin]

if u wanna rant abt the person u h*te go for it !

I’m going to put this under the cut because it’s just a lot but 

to preface this: it takes a lot for me to genuinely hate a person. Like there are people that I dislike, but that’s different from me hating them, ya know? I HATE this girl.

So y’all know I was a chemistry major in undergrad, right? I did organic chemistry research the summer after my sophomore year until I graduated. There were four of us: myself, the other girl in my year who was also new to the lab that summer, then two girls who were going into their senior year, one that I liked, one that I didn’t. The one I didn’t like was technically ‘in charge’ because she had been there the longest, she was a year ahead of me (she was class of 2019, I was class of 2020). Let’s call her Jane, because there are a lot of people in this story. 

This girl is really smart. Like brilliant. 4.0 as a chemistry major with a physics and math minor, is currently getting her PhD at Harvard in Physical Chemistry. 

She is the kind of girl who would get the highest grades in the class, ruin the curve type of student. And that’s fine, if you’re smart, you’re smart, get those grades. She would make sure everyone knew that she got the highest grades and make snarky little comments about how “well if you just tried harder then you could get these grades too!” like bitch ??? science is hard calm down ! we know you’re smart ! If you got a higher grade than her, she would make you feel bad about it in a ‘well how did you get a better grade than me’ kind of way. 

So I already didn’t like her going into the summer. 

The night before, my friend and I who were new to the research group get a text from one of our friends saying “Hey, just so you know, Jane was bragging to us yesterday that she was planning on hazing you guys. It shouldn’t be anything actually dangerour, but please be careful.” Keep in mind: hazing is against university policy. In the student handbook, it says that anyone who is caught hazing other students will be removed from the university. 

First day in lab, my research partner and I were there, and she starts telling us to do all this stupid shit, like saying we have to weigh everything out on the scale three times to make sure that it’s accurate, giving us random goggles to wear when we used certain equipment, telling us to yell “fire in the hole” when we used the dry ice tank, that sort of shit. Jane was bragging about it to a professor and he literally had to tell her “if I hear Christina and her partner say anything else about what you’re doing, I’m reporting you to the university president” as if her basically telling him she was hazing us wasn’t enough, but whatever. 

In our lab, we use a lot of glassware. For whatever reason, we call them our “dishes.” Not sure why, that’s just the way it’s always been. It somehow fell on me to do all the dishes, to the point where I would have to come to the lab an hour earlier than everyone else and leave an hour later than everyone else just to get everything done. Our lab was joined with another lab (there was a doorway connecting the two), so we spent a lot of time with that other lab group, and the sink was right by the door that connected them. We were all in the back talking to each other, I’m standing there doing all the dishes, and Jane is complaining about how she hasn’t been able to do anything. So my friend, the one who had texted us saying Jane was going to haze us, was like “Well, why?” Jane turns to me and goes “my minion isn’t washing my dishes fast enough for me.” I was shocked and didn’t know what to say because, like, what the fuck? My friend goes “Maybe wash your own dishes instead of making Christina do them when she has her own shit to do.” 

I still ended up doing all the dishes. At one point, she threw a dish into the sink when I was standing in front of it doing dishes, and it shattered in the sink. Shards easily could have cut me had I been standing a little bit to the left. 

Her 21st birthday was during the summer. Lab tradition is that anyone who has a summer birthday gets like a little celebration: we decorate the lab, we make them a cake, that sort of stuff. So we did. We went all out, because that’s what the lab did for everyone, and that was a tradition we did even after she left. She brought in a bottle of vodka to the lab (I think her boyfriend had picked it up for her and brought it to the science center). We’re a wet campus, so having alcohol isn’t a problem as long as you’re of age. We were all in the back room of the lab, and she passes out cups to everyone, and I tell her, “Oh, I really don’t drink, I don’t want one,” and apparently that meant nothing to her because she kept yelling at me to take the shot of vodka until I did, which, considering I was 19 at the time, definitely wasn’t legal. If the professor of the lab we were in had walked in 2 seconds earlier, I wouldn’t ahve had to drink it. 

So that’s not even all of it. This shit continued into the school year. We were all in the chemistry club (because we’re NERDS). She was one of the presidents with the other girl from our research group in her year, the one that I liked, while I was treasurer and our other friend was secretary. At the begining of the year, she sends me an email outlining the potential fundraisers that we wanted to do, and asked me for my thoughts. The included things like having nights at the local restaurants where they give us a cut of the profits, selling custom stickers that we bought, bake sales, that stuff. She told me, “send me your thoughts.” 

One of her ideas was making and selling liquid nitrogen ice cream. Outside. In November. In Philly, it doesn’t get horribly cold in November, but it gets cold enough that selling liquid nitrogen ice cream outside isn’t the best idea. I had suggested “we can do another bake sale, or other clubs are decorating flatware beakers and selling them like that, we could do that instead. And then we could do the ice cream fundraiser during the sping because it will be warmer and more people will want it.” Everything else, I told her, sure, I like those ideas, this is how I can make them work, this is what I already have going through with the restaurant stuff.

She texts the other president throwing an absolute fit that I turned down the ONE fundraiser for November, telling her “she needs to step up and do better” and that “I’m telling her that this is what we’re doing and she has to do them or we’re removing her from her position.” My friend literally told her, “No, Christina said she would do everything but the one fundraiser and I agree with her.” One of the professors had to get involved because they found my crying in the lab over this, so that was fun. 

I had mentioned the dishes before, but that part of the saga continues. I was the only one doing the dishes still. the girl I liked did hers all the time and tried to pick up the slack, the girl in my year wasn’t doing research during the semester and wasn’t technically allowed in the lab because of legal safety reasons. Jane was still using glassware and not cleaning it. Our research advisor tells us “the health and safety inspector came by the lab and saw all the dishes in the sink. If they aren’t clean by whatever date he comes back, we’re going to get in trouble.” So ok. We have three group chats for the lab: one with the four of us and our advisor, one with the four of us, and one without Jane. Both the one with and the one without Jane were going. In one of them, someone said “we need to figure out a schedule of who can go in when so we can get these dishes done.” I said “I’ve been doing them, but no matter what I do, more and more end up in the sink and I can’t keep up. Maybe if her highness did her own dishes instead of expecting me to do them all, this would get done faster and it wouldn’t be a problem.” I thought I was texting the one without Jane. I wasn’t.

She responds back “Um, haha, wrong group chat” I go, “oh well, do your dishes.” So she knew I didn’t like her, and she definitely didn’t like me. It was pretty obvious before, but now it was pretty much confirmed. 

We had a few research presentations together as a group. Keep in mind, she didn’t much over the summer in terms of research, and what she did do, never worked. Which is fine, that’s how science goes sometimes. She spent more time in the lab working on her applications for various shit. She took our research and presented it at so many different conferences. Granted, we didn’t do much, either, since we only had two months of work which isn’t a lot of time, but she left our names off the posters and really didn’t give us any credit. She said it was because ACS rules stated that the only people who need to go on the research poster were those presenting that actual poster. I went alone to a conference in Florida in 2019, and I had to have her name on the poster for some reason, though. 

That’s pretty much the end of what she did to me, but there was so much other shit that she did to other people, too. I mentioned her intelligence. Her boyfriend LEFT HIS MASTERS PROGRAM TO MOVE WITH HER TO CAMBRIDGE. HE LEFT IT. I’m still mad about that. He deserves better.

Before she had decided to go to Harvard, she had the audacity to tell me that she didn’t want to go to Boston because it was more dangerous than Philly (statisically, it really isn’t). 

She had a restraining order on a guy who was a year behind me because he “assaulted her.” I know both of them fairly well. What had happened, according to him and other students, was that he was getting up from his desk, and the way he swung his backpack to put it on, it ended up hitting her by accident. It was not intentional. The rows of desks are close together, and she was standing close to him. He did not do it on purpose. This guy was also not well liked by people, and something tells me they wouldn't defend him if he actually did it on purpose.

For graduation, you know how people wear cords and medals to represent their activities and accomplishments? She was jealous that the girl in our lab group had more chords than her, so she went and bought more for herself.  

What’s frustrating is that because she was so smart and had so many grants and got the school a decent amount of attention, whenever we said anything or talked about it, nothing happened. The professors knew her and I hated each other, but they didn’t seem to believe why. Whatever. 

I think that’s it. I hope she fails in life, honestly. I do not like her at all. 

Sorry that was a lot, but thank you for letting me rant about this oaidjfaoi

#tw abuse #tw alcohol #there's def a mention of alcohol idk if it's abuse though

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Alluring

loosley inspired by anon: Hi! Can you do an Eddie/VenomXreader with reader as a prison psychologist at San Quentin where Cletus Kasady is? Maybe EddieXreader have been working together for awhile when Carnage arrives and shit hits the fan? Thank you so much!

Description:  Reader and Eddie have been paired up for a journalism project.  The reader was intrigued by the case of Cletus Kasady and decided to go along with Eddie for his interview.  Shit goes wild from there.

(Y’all don’t judge me too hard over this one, it’s honestly a stretch.)

You were popping your knuckles like you always did before meeting someone.  You had been wanting to meet the maniac for quite some time, he intrigued you a great amount.  You wondered what made him click.  You wondered what was going on in his mind.  You wondered what you would say to him, or even the man who was accompanying you.  He was a very buff man.  He was handsome.  But you had no time for that.  Your focus today was Cletus Kasady.

The guard escorted you and Eddie back to where they kept Cletus.  Eddie held a small notebook in his hand.  “Notes,” you questioned.  Eddie looked at you, “Just the important stuff.  Stuff that I can’t forget.”  You nodded at Eddie.  The guard stopped you and Eddie directly before the large steel door.  “Don’t try anything stupid.  He’s smarter than he looks.  We don’t need more blood on our hands,” he warned you of Cletus.  

“Hey, Red~  I got some visitors for ya’,” he spoke as he opened the door to reveal a many in a straight-jacket.  He smiled at Eddie, “Hi, Eddie,” he paused and looked at you, “And... you brought me a friend?”  Eddie looked at you to make sure you were not discouraged.  You were not.  The psychopath did not scare you, not in the slightest.  You did not even feel a need to have your guard up.  You wondered if that was a bad thing.  “She’s my partner,” Eddie tried to get the attention off you.  “Well, it was nice of you to bring such a pretty girl here,” he smirked.  You did not break your stone-cold face.  Eddie was becoming anxious as Cletus continued to taunt you.  “C’mon, Cletus.  Let’s talk, just you and me,” Eddie broke the attention from you.  “Come a little closer, Eddie.  I can’t see you all that well,” Cletus stared.  Eddie whispered to you, “Don’t move.”   You did not mind Eddie trying to protect you.  But the thing was, you did not need his protection.  You decided to creep forward slightly behind Eddie, not quite coming as close to Cletus as Eddie was.  

Eddie stopped barely a yard away from Cletus’ little jail box.  Cletus smiled at Eddie, “Eddie, when I get out of here - and I will - there’s gonna be carnage.  The likes that San Quentin couldn’t dream of.  I promise, Eddie, you and I are gonna have some fun times.  And as for you, pretty girl, I think you and I can have a different kind of fun.”  You felt your stomach churn at Cletus’ remark.  A very quiet “Ew,” left your lips.  Cletus heard and licked his lips at you.  Cletus’ smile went to a grim frown.  His eyes went dark... darker then before.  Suddenly, the guard grabbed you by the back of the arm.  You spun around, “Wh-what?!”  “You both need to go,” he demanded as he grabbed Eddie too.  The guard slammed the giant door behind you as he escorted you back away from Cletus.

Eddie was clearly frustrated that his interview was cut short.  His notebook was crunched up in his fist.  You did not want to look up at Eddie, so you watched your own feet on the floor.  A beam of sunlight glared into your eyes as you reached the exit.  The sun was going down.  The guard thanked you and Eddie for stopping by, “You can come by some other time to finish.  There’s some... things going on right now that we have to take care of.”  Before you could say a word, the door was closed.  You furrowed your eyebrows.  “FUCK,” Eddie shouted.  You turned to face Eddie in your startled state.  “Fuck, Goddammit!  I cannot go down this path again!  I can’t loose another... I KNOW THAT!  SHUT IT,” Eddie was arguing with himself.  You watched as Eddie composed himself.  You did not question him.  You only watched.  Eddie shot a look at you that could have killed, “Are you ready to leave?”  You felt your cheeks turn a slight shade of pink, “Y-yeah...  I’ll call my Uber-” “Get on my bike.”  Eddie attempted to hand over a helmet to you, but you did not take it.  “I’ve never road before,” you insisted keeping your composure.  “You just wrap your arms around me and hold on tight.  I’ll take you home so you don’t have to waste your money on some over-priced taxi,” Eddie’s mind was else where.  You knew he was mad about not getting a full interview with Cletus.  What was spoken was more in the form of threats.  Eddie put the helmet on your head, “C’mon, it’s getting dark.”  You smiled at Eddie as you strapped the helmet under your chin.  You got on behind Eddie, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.  Eddie smiled over his shoulder, “Ready?”  You nodded into his back.  Eddie chuckled to himself as he took off.

Eddie stopped his bike in front of your apartment.  You were a little shaken, but would never let Eddie know that.  You enjoyed the ride back wit Eddie.  Eddie helped you off the bike.  You did not lead on that you were a little shaken, but Eddie could tell by how tight our grip was on him.  You smiled at Eddie, “I really appreciate the ride.”  Eddie smiled a goofy grin, “No problem, scardie cat.”  You rolled your eyes, “Oh, shut up.”  You and Eddie laughed.  “We should... hangout.  Outside of these circumstances.  Not with a murderer third-wheeling, y’know,” Eddie smiled.  “I would love that, Eddie,” you smiled.  You took Eddie’s crumbled notebook out of his jacket pocket and wrote your cell number in it.  Eddie bit his lip as your body slowly backed away from his.  He watched you closely.  Eddie’s mind was running with thoughts of you.  Your smell was alluring to him.  The beautiful, sweet flower scent made his mind imagine lustful things.  “I’ll see you, Eddie,” you bit your lip.  “Bye, Princess,” he licked his lips.  “Drive safe, Eddie,” you headed inside you apartment.  You were very happy with how things had went over with Eddie.  

You sat in your apartment, texting Eddie.  You sent him a picture of Sideshow Bob from The Simpsons that read “Interview went great, huh?”  Eddie sent laughing emojis.  The entirety of your conversation went like this.  Joke after joke.  It made you smile.  Everything was going great until you heart a somewhat distant explosion.  It was so far away it sounded like a gunshot.  You texted Eddie to ask if he had heard it too.  He hadn’t, but he encouraged you check the local news.  You clicked the remote to the local news channel.  To your surprise, there had been an incident at San Quentin.  You texted Eddie, “Looking like our friend is coming our way.”  Eddie sent another laughing emoji, “I’m sure.  Bring it on.”  Eddie told you he had some personal things to do and would text back when he could.  You told him you might be hitting the hay soon, it was no problem.  You laid on your couch thinking about San Quentin.  Your jokes were beginning to bleed into your paranoia.  You tried to laugh it off.  You knew no one could break out of San Quentin.  You felt your eyes getting heavy.  You did not really feel like moving from the couch, so you decided to sleep there.  

You were awoke by the sound of breaking glass.  You sat straight up on the couch.  You turned to see a familiar face standing directly across from you.  It was Cletus Kasady.  You felt your heart sink.  “Wh-What the hell?!  HOW THE HELL DID YOU~” “Shut it, sweetie,” Cletus began to make his way toward you.  You jumped to your feet, but your legs gave out from under you.  You fell to your knees in fear.  Cletus knelled in front of you, taking your chin in his hand.  “It feels so nice to touch you... you’re so much softer then I imagined,” he smirked in your face.  You fell backwards in an attempt to get away from him.  Cletus smiled, “I could tell earlier that you’re interested in me, Y/N.  I’m not gonna lie, you got me going earlier.  I couldn’t resist coming here.  I needed to see you.”  You felt your eyes widen.  Cletus was no longer touching you.  He had his back against the couch as he stared at your body on the floor.  “It’s not fun when you’re this easy,” Cletus whispered.  You sat up slowly.  You stared at the man as his blank expression clicked off your TV.  “H-How the h-h-hell did you get here,” you stuttered.  “That’s not important right now.  All good things come to those who wait,” he grinned at you.  “Listen here, I know how bad you are going to want to reach for your phone, believe you me I do, but if you know what’s good for you, you won’t.  You might as well let me have it,” Cletus glared at you.  You took your phone off the couch, slowly.  You slid it across the room, directly in front of the door.  “No tricks.  I am interested in your mind, Cletus.  I am interested in... you,” you assured him.  Something you had picked up over the years.  People would believe almost anything when you were flattering them.  Cletus smiled, “You really think I’m some kind of idiot?  I know your bullshit games.  I’m the master of them myself.  Now, we can talk.  I’m more interested in you then you are of me, I can assure that.”  You once again felt no fear around Cletus.  You felt he wanted no harm to come to you.  Which was odd, seeing how he had murdered several people.  Maybe it was ignorant of you to assume that.  But you chose to do so none the less.  

You sat with your eyes to the floor.  You did not fear Cletus, but you did not feel comfortable making eye contact with him.  He was staring at you rather hard.  You felt your stomach churn, which was unusual for you.  You did not usually scare easy.  Today had really been different.  It was odd.  You were not sure why today had changed you.  Maybe it was the change in atmosphere or your encounter with Eddie.  You were not sure, but you did not like how this was all affecting you.  You hugged your knees.  Suddenly, Cletus scooted closer to you.  You felt your heart sink as you could feel his body heat radiating off him.  You did not know what he was going to do, but you knew something was going to happen.  You felt Cletus’ hand squeeze your exposed thigh.  Your eyes darted to him as you tried to deny his touch.  He did not take kindly to your denial, so he pushed himself onto you.  “Stop resisting,” he insisted as you continued to scoot away.  Cletus grabbed you by the wrists and pinned you to the ground with some very brute strength he had not been showing before.  You squirmed as the man hovered over you.  “Cl-Cletus, you cannot do this,” you tried to plead with Cletus.  Cletus did not care about the cries of some girl.  He had heard many women scream in terror at his horrendous acts.  You begging for his mercy only made him want you more.  You knew that once Cletus got what he wanted he would most likely kill you and not think a second thought about it.  You were nothing more then another body to him.  You were nothing.  

You could feel you loosing strength as Cletus’ grip on you tightened.  You fought him to release you, but his grip would only worsen.  You struggled below him as he held you in place.  You had never felt so weak in your entire life.  You felt your eyes begin to fill up with tears.  You were worried of what would become of you within the next hour, if you even had that long left.  You felt your warm tears burn as they ran down your cheek.  Your heart was racing below him.  Your breathing was heavy.  You were panicking.  You had two main options: give up or do something drastic.  You decided to fight rather then become the next statistic.  You hiked your knee, slamming right into his soft space between his legs.  He screamed in your face as the pain ran through his body.  You pushed him off you and began for the door.  Before you could get completely off the floor, Cletus had his hand wrapped around your ankle.  You fell to the floor, catching yourself on your elbows.  You winced as you felt your elbows rub against the hardwood, ripping your skin open.  You looked over your shoulder at Cletus.  His face was contorted in a semi-smile mixed with his obvious anger with you.  “Listen here, you little slut, you’re little hero isn’t here to save you now.  I’ll kill you without hesitation, don’t think I won’t,” Cletus rose above you.  You swung your legs, nailing him right in the chest.  Only this time, Cletus was not fazed by your erratic motions.  Cletus turned you over to face him.  He leaned into you, “You think you’re slick?  You’re a joke.”  He spat on you.  Your eyes widened as his eyes went from blue to a monstrous grey.  They were not his.  You were more afraid then before as the man on top of you was becoming more and more violent.  He began violently blinking, “I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR THAT....  JUST BE QUIET!”  He was arguing with himself.  You were beginning to fear more and more for your safety.  His mental status was obviously not a good one.  He stood up off you, beating his hand against his head.  You slowly rose to your feet.  You thought about running, but your curious side got the better of you.  You back away from him, but still stayed to see what was going on with him.  He was shaking his head in anger.  He was in pain.  His teeth were grinding together as he shouted to himself.  There was a lot of screaming in pain and anger until, “THEN JUST LEAVE!”  

END//PART 1

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control [jeremy h. x squipped!reader] pt.2

now to give y’all what you truly only follow me for: more writing about musical characters. catch me sitting here thinking abt hadestown amongst all of this. the longer its been since ive seen it, the more in love with it i fall, i s2g. 

warnings: squip bein a piece of shit (so just... manipulation n the like). thts rly about it but let me kno if i need to tag anything else!

      All in a moment, you were seeing stars. Rich’s arm had been clasped tightly around your waist, his other hand covering your mouth in an attempt to muffle the screams of anguish that had crashed over you in waves and dragged you under. There was a stinging in your hand, and as you went quiet, you felt Rich tense behind you. Slowly, he drew his hand back from your mouth, letting you go and, regretfully, watching you collapse onto the ground. And then you were seeing stars again - real ones, twinkling overhead as you breathed heavily. The pain tapered off, bit by bit by bit, while fatigue settled in it’s place. All you could do was lay there in the cold dirt, staring up at the the night sky as your chest heaved. Rich finally offered you a hand, waiting until you finally managed to muster up the strength to take it. In a swift movement, he pulled you back onto your feet with ease - and you noticed how buff he was compared to how he was in the past. Dirt covered your clothes, and you noticed that the sting in your hand had been due to it being sliced open by a rock that cut into it during your struggles. Fuck, you were going to have to make sure that was taken care of as soon as you were home. Finally, your gaze fell back to Rich, the headlights of his truck illuminating the entire scene in front of you. Before you could even fathom a thought, you reacted, swinging a punch at his arm and catching him off-guard. Immediately he stepped back, staring at you as he rubbed his arm, brow furrowed in confusion and anger.

      “What the fuck was that for?” He asked, voice running a little high for a moment. “Also what the fuck, you throw a pretty mean punch for a-”

      You didn’t give him time to finish the thought, curling your hands into fists and ignoring the stinging in your palm. “What the fuck, Rich - you said it’d hurt a bit-”

       “I said it’d hurt for a bit- you didn’t ask how bad-”

       “He is correct. Reviewing your memories shows that he did say it would hurt for “a bit” and not that the pain would be minor-”

       “-What the fuck?” You stumbled back slightly, looking around for the source of this new voice for a moment. “Holy shit.”

      Rich cracked a smile as you straightened up slightly. “It worked, didn’t it?”

      “I.. think?” You said, voice oozing with uncertainty.

      “It did.” The voice said, “like I previously stated, I am your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor. Your SQUIP.”

      Was that annoyance? You frowned, looking back to Rich with uncertainty oozing from every movement. “You... you weren’t scamming me-” And you cut yourself off there, “holy shit.” You stood there, processing the events that had just occurred. It wasn’t until Rich glanced to his phone with wide eyes that you realized how late it was.

      “Hey, shit, uh - we should get going,” Rich said, “you can... deal with that later,” he picked up the box, “c’mon. I said I’d give you a ride.”

      With a slow nod, you followed him back to his truck, and pulled yourself up into the passenger seat with a small leap while Rich rambled off an apology. The whole seizing you and trying to quiet you down because, y’know, you’d been screaming and he didn’t really know how to explain that kind of shit to people without getting arrested. On one hand, you were bothered by that - the immediate instinct being to grab and hold you down - but... you understood. The thoughts of what could have came flood into your head, and - fuck, you didn’t need for the police to show up. He followed every direction you gave him, getting him to stop down the street from your house in order to make your sneaking in easier. With a quick thanks, you hopped out of his truck and shut his door as quietly as you could before crossing your front yard. As you reached your doorstep, you heard his car pulling off, and you glanced over your shoulder to watch him make a u-turn before driving away.

      “You need to bandage your hand before it gets infected.” Your SQUIP said. You shut the door behind you, locking it back as you pressed your back against it.

      Lowering your voice down to a whisper, you respond. “You kinda sound like-”

      “I know. My default setting. Of course, if you dislike it, I have other modes for your perusal-”

      You shook your head, “that’s... fine. You’re fine.” Glancing down at your bleeding palm, you head towards the bathroom to find the first aid kit tucked underneath the sink. The sting of disinfectant made you let out a hiss of pain, and you internally cursed the fact that it happened to be your writing hand that got hurt. Note-talking was going to be the highlight of your day, that was certain.

      “You should wrap it and keep the wound dry.” Your SQUIP said, right as you were about to unwrap a band-aid.

      You found the bandages, and nodded a little. “Okay.”

      “You should also avoid speaking aloud when responding to me.”

      Pausing, the bandage loosens slightly around your palm, and you looked up into the mirror for a moment. “Then how do I-”

      “Think at me.” It said, “like... telepathy.”

      You resumed your work for a moment, before going to respond. “Like-” You stopped, “like this?”

      “Indeed. I can sense some discomfort whenever you’re responding to me.”

      “Yeah,” you wrapped the bandage tight, wiggling your fingers, “I guess... it’s just... it’s kinda weird to just talk to a voice in my head.”

      “Think at me.” You frowned at the command, but it continued on with it’s thought nonetheless, “would you prefer something visual? I’m capable of manipulating your senses in order to create something for you to see - albeit a bit more holographic in order to differentiate myself from those around you.” There was a pause, before it finally spoke again, “but it would still be a visual nonetheless.”

      Processing the information, you nodded slightly. “That’d be nice but... You could still turn it off, right?”

      For a moment, you’re sure that you disappointed it - speaking aloud again. But it finally spoke once more, almost sounding resigned for that night.“Yes. You need to change. You’re still covered in dirt.” You looked down at your dirt-stained sweatpants and shirt. So you were.

      Throwing everything back into the kit, you tucked it back underneath the sink and head to your room, glad to be back in this little sanctuary. You stripped off the shirt and sweatpants, kicking them underneath your bed for the time being, making a mental note to throw that in with the rest of your laundry on Sunday, and searched through your drawers for something else to wear. You snatched up an oversize t-shirt, slipping it on before curling up underneath your blankets. Everything felt quiet. You tugged the blankets closer to you as you turned over, and soon you felt drowsiness take over, sooner than you expected. Nonetheless, you were asleep within minutes.

      The next morning, you woke up to quiet and found yourself wondering if the night before had been some fucked-up dream. Then you noticed the bandage around your hand, stretching and popping your fingers as you stared at the covered palm. Not a dream, then - but you felt alone, no voice in your head. Maybe it was broken? You scowled a little at the thought - fucking Rich Goranski who scammed you out of six-hundred dollars for a faulty pill that worked for, what, a few hours? What the fuck kind of drugs did he-

      A figure glitched into being in front of you. “Good morning.”

      You let out a shriek, hand clasping over your mouth as you jumped at the sudden sight and sound before staring at this strange holographic figure in front of you - glitching slightly with it’s movement. You opened your mouth to speak, before closing it, remembering the whole ‘telepathy’ shit. “Good morning?”

      “Is this to your liking?” Your SQUIP walked over towards your door, and you just sort of sat there staring at it’s newfound presence. “I can adjust as necessary, but-”

      “It’s fine.”

      It shot a small frown at you, but looked toward your closet. “We need to discuss this Jeremy that you’re into.”

      “What about him?” You bit the inside of your cheek, combing your fingers through your hair. There... was honestly a lot to unpack about Jeremy, if you were honest.

      The figure glitched before you, staring at your closet doors. Taking the hint, you walked over, pulling the doors open as you swore you saw a small smirk play upon it’s lips - and, to be honest, you weren’t sure why. “Why Jeremy? There are far more popular boys and girls at Middleborough that would benefit you more to date. For example,” it paused, analyzing as you watched the faintest trace of binary flash through it’s eyes, “Jake Dillinger: kicker for the football team, very attractive, popular... or Brooke Lohst: popular, pretty, and...” It paused again, “... Jake would be better for you.”

      Had you thought about dating Jake Dillinger? Sure - a lot of people fantasized about it at least once or twice, because he was Jake Dillinger. But nonetheless, you never had a connection with Jake. Not like you did with Jeremy. “I don’t... I don’t want to date Jake. He’s cute and all, but... I like Jeremy. I want to talk to him again.” Shifting your weight, you stared into the back of your closet absentmindedly. “I miss him.”

      Your SQUIP reached past you, fingers fazing through the articles of clothing hanging up before finally withdrawing it’s hands. Slowly, it extended its arm once more, tapping towards a piece of clothing, “take this out. You need to put all of this away - it isn’t cold enough for you to wear things this heavy,” it glanced back at you as you reached out, pulling article after article out of your closet, “once the weather gets colder, then you can bring back... this. But for now, you need to dress to accentuate your figure, [y/n]. Stop hiding.” Over the next few minutes, your hands begun to move on their own as the SQUIP took control, tired of your slowness compared to its own movements. Soon enough, your closet was thinned out a fair amount. How many hoodies did you own? “Too many. We need to buy you more clothing.”

      “You do realize I spent all my money on you, right?” You turned to your bed, the mountain of clothes sitting there. As you moved to take care of it, you watched your SQUIP process info once more.

      “Thrift shops are an alternative.”

      “I know, but have you considered...” You stopped folding one of your hoodies, looking back to the SQUIP, “I literally just spent all my money on you?”

      “Save up.”

      You stopped what you’d been doing. “What?”

      “You receive a weekly allowance. Besides...” It paused, a small smirk playing at the corner of its lips, “if my calculations are correct, you may have work lined up for you right about-”

      As if on cue, your phone buzzed against your nightstand. Your gaze didn’t leave your SQUIP’s form as you reached to pick it up, finding your aunt’s name scrawled across the screen. You answered, pulling the phone up to your ear only to have a request: babysitting, because somebody got into another fight and she can’t trust him to stay there alone - and then rattled off more information, talking about how Sarah has a ballet recital, and Katherine’s science project is due Monday, and in an attempt to break away from the phone call, you quickly informed her you’d be over whenever she needed you. Delighted, she gave you a time and thanked you a thousand times before saying she’d see you later.

      Immediately, your focus was on your SQUIP. “How the fuck did you know that?”

      “I see possible routes and events. This was just one of them, as, judging by your memories, there was a note about your cousin’s upcoming recital - and, knowing Thomas and Katherine would have their own reasons to not go, your aunts would call you to babysit.” You furrowed your brow, trying to process what it’d just told you before it finally let out a sigh. “Try not to think of it. I’ll take care of conjuring these things. All you need to do is listen.”

       You hesitated to agree.

       Babysitting your cousins earned you roughly fifty bucks - which was enough for you to dip into a thrift store and find a few things that your SQUIP approved of. Come Monday, you were sporting a pretty sweet jean jacket-hoodie combo and you’d found a pair of black jeans that fit rather nicely. It wasn’t much, but it was a difference from the you that hid themself as best as they could. You looked... different. You felt different, staring at yourself in the mirror, your Hylian shield pin gleaming in the light and reminding you of the battle you had over it with the SQUIP - it advocating against, and you for in an attempt to have some sort of familiarity - that you were surprised to have won. In exchange, your SQUIP directed you away from the cafeteria come lunch time.

      “You’ll still have time to eat,” it clarified, “we just have some business to take care of first.”

      “Okay,” you watched as it trailed in front of you, hands folded behind its back, shoulders squared and just oozing confidence you wish you had. “What business?”

      It peered over it’s shoulder at you, before turning it’s attention back to where you were going. “We need to get you involved in the show. If you want to get close to Jeremy, you have to spend time with him first.”

      “Wait - but it was already cast a few weeks ago, it’s not like I can-”

      “There’s more to a play than acting, [y/n].” Your SQUIP faltered in it’s gait for a moment, “Perhaps it’s useful you’re an artist.”

      The two of you neared Reyes’s classroom, chatter loud and clear. Mr.Reyes with his strong, clear voice - and then you could hear Christine Canigula, chipper as ever, and you couldn’t fight back a small smile at the mere passion she held for theatre. Standing out of sight, you gathered your confidence as best as you - it was only Mr.Reyes and Christine, after all. You could handle talking to them, finding a place for you to help out. This was going to be fine-

      And then you heard him, The moment Jeremy’s voice rang out, you turned on your heel and ducked into a bathroom - your SQUIP rematerializing in front of you as you checked the stalls. Once you confirmed you were alone, you turned to face your SQUIP, its eyes pinned to you with utmost boredom.

     “What the fuck!” You hissed, keeping your voice quiet and low. “I can’t go in there if Jeremy’s - did you know he was going to be here?”

      “Stop speaking aloud.” It chided you, before pressing its lips together. “And... Yes. The probability was high, but this is good for us. Now Jeremy will see you’re serious about this - he’ll see that you’re passionate about art. And theatre, I suppose. Calm down,” it’s voice goes softer, “you’ll do fine. I’m here.”

      You nodded slowly, turning and walking towards the sink, staring at yourself in the mirror. With a sigh, you turned back to your SQUIP, fingers grazing the cold porcelain as you nodded. “Alright,” you finally said, “what’s the plan?”

      It smiled. “As I said before - we need you to be involved in the show. Perhaps you could put those art skills of you to good use and paint scenery - or you could be running crew. Both gives you a good excuse to stay in the auditorium and near Jeremy.” It walked behind you, pressing a hand against your back, “straighten up. You need to be confident. You’ve got this.”

      You turned, looking up at it. “And if I don’t?”

      “That’s what I’m here for.”

      After a moment of hesitating, you finally nodded. What do you have to be afraid of? You took a deep breath, slowly exhaling as you stepped out of the bathroom and towards the classroom. Once more, you hesitated outside of the door, your SQUIP giving you a small nod as you finally knocked. When you stepped in, Jeremy’s eyes widened.

      “[y/n]?” He said, brows furrowed as you walked closer into the room.

      You uttered some sort of greeting, Mr.Reyes making some quip about not having any money for cookies as you grew nearer. You forced a laugh.

      Your SQUIP’s laid a hand on your shoulder. “Ask.”

      So you did. “I was wondering if there’s anything I could do for the play?” You fought to keep your voice steady, anxiety already biting at you. Your hands slowly drifted towards one another, only for a small shock to tear your fingers apart before your habit could bubble up.

      “...Really?” Mr.Reyes said, watching you - as if this was some weird prank. Maybe drama wasn’t nearly as popular here as you thought, considering what you’d heard about the cast....

      With a nod, you spoke again, “I haven’t really been into theatre for long-”

      “But you’ve always wanted to try.” Your SQUIP said, and you nearly nodded except for the thought of how weird that would make you look. Gently, it’s hand landed on your shoulder. “Calm down. I’m right here.”

      “I’ve always wanted to try, though. And I thought that maybe-”

      “You’d start with crew and audition for the spring show.”

     “-I’d, uh, start with backstage stuff and, uh, audition for the spring show?” You tried to make your words flow together effortlessly, as if you weren’t being fed lines - and, somehow, they bought it.

       Mr.Reyes nodded slowly, before looking over to Christine and smiling as he turned back to you and launched into an oddly dramatic speech about the importance of a production team, and how - if you’re interested - there’s a few zombies that they’ll need stage makeup for. But his words began to fall into meaningless dribble behind you as you caught a glimpse of your SQUIP trailing around to where Jeremy sat, giving him a slow once over. And slowly, it’s gaze turned to Christine, lips pressed into a thin line. Part of you was terrified of whatever it was thinking, about what judgement it was passing on Jeremy... the other was merely curious. Perhaps it had a better idea about-

      “As soon as you’ll need me,” the words were out of your mouth before you could even process what happened. The blend of your voice alongside your SQUIP’s as it spoke for you, and then the soft whisper of a “you’re welcome” was enough to give you goosebumps. But then Jeremy smiled at you, and everything that felt wrong melted away in an instant.

      After school, you’d typically be driving to the mall or driving home to sit around and either play video games or draw until your homework became too pressing. But this time you shoved your books into your bag and walked from your last class to the auditorium at the request of Mr.Reyes - who wanted you to watch rehearsal and get a feel for the show. When you nearly asked if that could wait until tomorrow, your SQUIP chastised you immediately - this was a chance to get close to Jeremy. So you smiled and agreed, shooting a quick text to your parents so they wouldn’t worry if rehearsal ran late, and hesitated outside of the doors for a moment. Gathering your courage, you pulled the door open to find the room completely empty as you walked down towards the front row, slinging your bag into a chair and sitting in wait for anyone to show up. Part of you hoped it’d be Rich first, because then at least it’d be a friendly face - and you could maybe ask some questions if you had them, considering he knew more about SQUIPs than you did.

      Your SQUIP materialized in front of you, arms folded across it’s chest. “Jeremy will be arriving soon. You have approximately four minutes and twenty seconds alone with him.” When you snorted, it merely glared before looking past you.

      “Sorry.” Then you felt a shock travel to your fingers, tearing them away from one another as you looked up. “What the fuck-”

      “You were picking at your nails again. You need to stop.” It sighed as it looked back to you, “we need to make the most of this time alone. It is imperative you make a good impression.” It trailed past you, aimlessly wandering back and forth as you stopped paying attention for a moment.

      The sound of the doors opening with a screech caught your attention, the loud whine making you turn to see Jeremy hesitating for a moment upon seeing that the room wasn’t empty. But the moment you laid eyes on him, he continued down, fingers curled tightly around the straps of his bag. Ever so slightly, he relaxed as he drew nearer to you.

      “Hey,” you called out with a smile, “how are you?”

      He was caught off-guard for a moment. “Fine. Why are you here?” He stopped near you, swinging his backpack into a seat and unzipping it.

      “Reyes asked-”

      “No, I know that - I just- I mean- why are you here?” He paused for a moment, fishing around in his bag, before tacking on “I thought you weren’t into theatre.”

      Shit. “I, uh-”

     “It’s a recent interest. You’re exploring your options.”

      You swallowed your panic. “It’s, uh, a recent thing. I, uh, wanted to maybe try something new...”

      Jeremy looked over at you, still suspicious, before he looked back to his bag. Shit. “Okaaaaay,” he said, obviously not entirely convinced by your answer. He paused, finally finding what he was looking for as he pulled out a thick script with pages tabbed with different colors, and then he looked back at you. “Shit, sorry, I just- I didn’t expect to see you here.”

      “No, it’s - it’s fine, Jeremy,” you insisted. The SQUIP phased through him, side-stepping and nodding towards his script. You continued on, “So, uh, who are you?”

      For a moment he stood there, just staring at you with furrowed brow and utter confusion written on his face before he finally glanced down to what he was holding. “Oh! Uh, Lysander.”

      “That’s great!” You chirped, trying to play it off as if you knew who that was.

      “Ask him if he needs help with lines.”

      “So, uh, Jeremy,” you started, “if you ever need help running lines - I’m, uh, I’m here.”

      “I’m fine.” He said, “I’m sorry, I just - you never mentioned being into this stuff before, so...”

      “I mean - it’s been a while...” You trailed off. Uncertainty began to leak in as the conversation died down, and then before you could process what was happening, you were speaking. “I’m really excited to see you perform, Jeremy. I’m sure you’ll be amazing.”

      His cheeks grew pink as he fumbled with the script slightly, looking away from you in some attempt to compose himself. “Oh. Uh. Thanks, I guess. But you should really see Christine,” he began to smile, face red, “I mean - she’s the real star, y’know?” He looked back at you, completely starry-eyed. “Have you seen her act?” Fuck. “She’s just - she’s amazing, [y/n]...”

      The door screeching open was your cue to bolt out of your seat, coming up with some excuse as you tore past Brooke and Jenna and down the hall. Your breath caught in your chest, as you turned a corner and pressed your back against the lockers as panic filled your every thought. Your SQUIP materialized in front of you once more, watching as your breath grew quick and tears began to stream down your face. Fuck, you should have known Jeremy would still be in love with her - but you didn’t think he’d forget you were with him the first time he saw her perform. It had been you and him and Michael. Just as it always was. And now, when you need someone, your SQUIP stood idly by, staring down at the ground with furrowed brow and jaw clenched, arms folded tightly over it’s chest. You focused on slowing your breathing, trying to calm down for a moment - just a moment to resurface yourself back to reality.

      You finally looked back at your SQUIP, growing frustrated. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

      “I’m processing.” It merely stated, “are you certain you want to keep pursuing Jeremy? There are other students at this school who don’t harbor feelings for Christine Canigula. Jake Dillinger, from my calculations - or that boy in broadcasting, Link. He’s also attractive. Brooke Lohst is also attractive and would be more than willing to-”

      “No!” You snapped, before calming down. “Are you - you’re saying this is hopeless, isn’t it?”

       Your SQUIP pinched the bridge of it’s nose, growing more frustrated and leaving you to grow more anxious. “No. I’m saying pursuing Jeremy will be difficult considering we have to account for his feelings for Christine. We just have to show him that you would be a much better match for him,” your SQUIP said, staring at you.

      “But how-”

      The moment you heard footsteps echoing from around the corner, your SQUIP looked back at you - and, for a split second, you thought you saw a smirk. “Tear ducts, activate.”

      That was the moment everything in your world started to tumble down.

#mj's writing corner #bmc imagine #bmc reader insert #bmc x reader #be more chill imagine #be more chill reader insert #be more chill x reader #jeremy heere #jeremy heere x reader #jeremy heere imagine

[smoochews]

what are your favorite writers and your top favorite works from them?? like a top ten

I saw this ask in the middle of work and I wanted to scream aksldfjalks I’m gonna tell you rn that I got really overwhelmed with the amount of authors that have earned a spot in my top favs that I actually cut this to just the authors that I have most recently visited (this counts as returning multiple times to reread a certain fic… which happens… a lot)

@arckook Ria is one of the first authors I ever read from for k-pop fanfiction. Until Ria, I was just highkey on that Haikyuu volleyball gays/imagines and I’d like to believe that she was one of the main reasons why I began to invest myself heavily into the kpop fandom. I’m always amazed with each piece she releases. Her style is so unique and hypnotizing. There’s a big section in my heart reserved just for Ria that I don’t have enough words to convey. plz support. plz love. she’s the best

- To The Stars (Jungkook, BTS): Zombie Apocalypse AU, Enemies to Lovers AU, series, violence, angst, drama

This read is not for the light hearted. You have been warned. You will sob hysterically. You will feel rage seep into your bones. You will punch a hole in your screen. MC is an entire badass, but so broken and vulnerable; somehow she manages to keep herself together and carry on. Even when she hates Jungkook with every cell in her body, she makes sure to keep him alive, watch his six, just as he does for her. There’s only a handful of works that have kept me as heavily invested and on my toes every step of the way. And that list begins with To The Stars

 @brokeandjetlagged I cannot tell you how many times I’ve made a fool out of myself in public while reading Bailey’s work…. like lord help me I can’t stay in my chair…

- We Take A Shot (Baekhyun, EXO): Office AU, boss!Baekhyun, one-shot, fluff

Even after re-reading it 2-3 times, I cannot help the obnoxious laughter escaping my mouth….sounding something along the lines of a screeching seagull. Dorky Baekhyun trying to be Mr. Businessman really killed me. LIKE PLZ THE HOVER BOARD asdfjsj I’m laughing just thinking about it

- Hurt Me, Heal Me (Yixing, EXO): Hospital AU, nurse!Yixing, one-shot, fluff

Honestly, I would pay to be Baekhyun in that moment. Someone kick me in the face if that meant I could spend some time with nurse Yixing. He’s so adorable and I highly relate to MC being a mess when he thinks that she’s Baek’s girlfriend. Overall, this fic makes my heart go kyuu~

- Bromance .2 (Minseok, EXO) : College AU, frat!Minseok, enemies to lovers AU, series (ish), fluff, smut, drama

enemies to lovers…. honestly I’m not entirely sure of what to say other than that you should read it

@sehun-smut ngl. one of the reasons, besides me passing out, that this rec list took so long to make is bc I stopped to re-read both of these fics…. no ragrats… I don’t think you’ll understand until you read all of their work… so like… you know what to do…

- Business in the Front (Baekhyun,EXO): Restaurant AU (ish), one-shot, smut

Older Baekhyun is a kink okay. I’ve never wanted to call someone daddy more in my life than while reading this fic… and like to begin with it’s hard for me to imagine Baek being zaddy, so that should say A LOT.

- Deceitful (Chanyeol, EXO) - Mafia AU, series, smut, violence

I think this is the first honeytrapper fic I’ve ever read in my life. I mean I was aware of the job description but not the actual title. I must say I’m thoroughly aroused and equally terrified.

 @exhoe-imagines I really adore Ruby and Jewels. Like, they’re so funny and interactive with their followers; and their content is always breath taking. highkey power couple energy

- Can’t Hold Back (Jongdae, EXO): Enemies to Lovers AU, one-shot, smut, drama, slight angst

You already know Jongdae is fucked the minute he sees MC’s bathing suit on the ground while she’s in the pool. You already know that when he went home that evening, his meat was begging for mercy by the end of the night. jfladskjf okay I’m gross, I know, but carrying on– the growth between Jongdae’s and MCs relationship is really heartwarming. Could not have asked for more from this fic

- Lucky (Baekhyun + Chanyeol, EXO): College AU, one-shot, smut

So…. let’s talk about the elephant in the room… or should we say two? bc there is definitely more than one trunk for MC to handle… so…. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GET WREKT MC

@yehet-me-up I will never not be in love with Sarah. Her Exodus Mall series really takes me back home. Often times when I’m feeling down and sick, I return to Sarah’s page and re-read that series. To say the least, I find home in Sarah’s writing.

- The Problem With Wanting (Kyungsoo, EXO): Mall AU, series, fluff, slight angst, smut

listen to this song and just take it in…. I think this was the first fic I read from the Exodus series and it will always hold a special place in my heart. This fic in particular is what I find myself coming back to again and again, time after time, and I always feel renewed. I feel youthful. More like… you know that feeling you get when you realize you’re falling in love with someone? That’s this. Please read. Please.

- Disqualified (Kyungsoo, EXO): Friends to Lovers AU, one-shot, angst, fluff

Imagine twisting a knife in your gut and slowly removing it through the opposite side of your body. That’s this fic. But like. With love. askdjflksjd I really love the way Sarah portrays Kyungsoo. Her descriptions of his thoughts, mannerisms and quirks make me feel like I’m watching a movie. Everything is so distinct and the atmosphere feels tangible. idk words. I just love Sarah.

@snakescript I don’t know too much about this author but I’m totally and completely enamored with their writings. 

- Make The Devil Cry (Taeyong, NCT) : College AU, one-shot, light angst, smut

I’m weak for the “playboy” tamer… and tbh I feel like this would be Taeyong irl. Hard and complex to the eyes of an observer, but a major softy and sweet pea to the eyes of a listener. I’m upset of how little attention this fic has bc the world is really missing out on a diamond.

- Face Like Thunder (Chanyeol, EXO): Mythology/Greek God AU, one-shot, light angst, fluff

I would like to file a complaint. My heart is crying and my love for Chanyeol is soaring and I’m ACHE FOR THE MAN. Lmao I’m not even a Chanyeol stan but this fic got me thinkin’

@johobi you can always count on Jo to make you cream your pants in the middle of Target (stay away from the baby section kids)

- Bloom / Snared (Yoonji/Yoongi, BTS): Mafia AU, smut

honestly, Yoonji can wipe the floor with my body, in pool of my own blood, and I would thank her. I really really love the way Jo depicts Yoonji here. I can just feel that fem fetal power and that in itself got me ruining my underwear.

- Tooth and Claw (Jungkook, BTS) : Werewolf AU, smut

I’ve never related to furry more in my life than while I read this fic. high key wanna be rawed and torn in half by his king kong schlong … idk how MC survived, but she’s my idol.

- Dig Deep + Interval (Yoongi, BTS): Space AU, smut

I’m ngl. I really went to Pornhub and looked up tentacle porn after reading this. Y’all can @ me, roast me if you like,,,, but you’re a got-damn liar if you say this doesn’t get your blood pumping. p sure I wrote this on my tags but i didn’t even know I liked tentacle porn until then…. I hate myself

 @bread-jinie idk where to start…. there are so many things I can say about Kat…… im tongue-tied…. 

- Wings (Chanyeol, EXO): Friends to Lovers AU, angst, fluff

I think this fic is my favorite work Kat has written so far. It’s like she knows the right words to tug the strings of my heart and play me like a puppet. A heartbroken but hopeful puppet. MC and Chanyeol always looking at each other but never at the same time breaks me; thankfully, the ending patches me back together.

Honorable mentions bc I’ve grown v tired and cannot continue with full details for info regarding everything, in addition to the fact that I’m inpatient and I want to post this ASAP:

@kollectionn GOD SENT. DO NOT PLAY AROUND. YOUR LIFE WILL CHANGE. YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. THE WORLD WILL END AS YOU KNOW IT. THEN BE REBORN FROM THE ASHES AS C WILLS IT SO. (sorry for the all caps but I feel INTENSELY about C and her works of art; If I can recall correctly, I believe she said that she would begin to write her own non-fanfic when she finds the time. I think she has the power and ability to write best selling novels that would leave J.K. Rowling quaking in her boots. Plz go and love C. Don’t ask for updates. Just show her all the love she deserves and more; I haven’t been lately and I feel terrible for it; I hope she knows I love her!!!)

@dropsofletters lemme tell you somm’… this author is so talented and diverse in her work that I find myself scattered with the amounts of fandom’s she holds in her clutch. I’m so thankful to have found her page on this godforsaken website bc she caters so much to this world. Talented. Spectacular. Amazing. Blessing to Society. I don’t think I’ve found any multi-fandom writers that has spread out as far as she has. She’s one of those authors that has exactly what you’re looking for, even if you don’t know what it is. An Angel.

@layhyunnie beautiful. ethereal. whimsical. Inspiring. I mean literally inspiring. I wrote a few drabbles after reading Guardian bc I wanted to try and bring to life a world outside of our own, to step outside reality, just like I felt while reading their work. 

- Guardian (Yixing, EXO): Supernatural AU, series, fluff

Again… I’m v tired… so here’s a short list of authors I meant to add here, along with their fics/full details of why I love them:

@knockknocksoosthere / @underthejoon @marshmallow-phd @kpopfanfictrash @yeolology @yeolology @whimsical-ness @remembeo @lofiexo @nochugguk @noona-clock @noonachronicles @oilblotter @soobadnoonecanstopher

((If you would like to know more about my interests in the unfinished authors, or any authors above for that matter, then please leave me an ask!! I will answer them when I am no longer tired akjsjdf I cannot reply via chat as this is only a side blog))

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[captnbarnesrogers]

Being On My Knees Is My Favourite Secret

Pairing/Characters: Harry Styles x Reader, OMC x Reader (Alex), OFC (Andrea) Warnings: cheating, swearing, oral sex (MR) Summary: Before you’re off to wed, you reminisce a memory of you and Harry. Word Count:1.4k+ A/N: So I didn’t complete this request, I just used parts of it. Buuuuutttttt, feel free to ask for a two-parter 😉

As your birthday party went off, Andrea placed her coat near the door before continuing on to the countertop where many alcoholic beverages sat, smirking at you. You walked over to the fridge taking out the orange juice, disregarding her cheeky stares. The noise of the party was ringing in your ears but the silence between the both of you just made you giggle.

“Okay seriously, what is up with you? Why are you looking at me like that?” She shook her head.

“How long have you been together now? Five years was it?”

“Six.” You held up your left hand, showing off the sparkly diamond ring on your fourth finger.

“So…”

“So, what, you nosey little shit?” You laughed, taking a sip of your orange juice.

“Is he like… Kinky?”

“I haven’t seen you in four years and that’s what you greet me with?” You laugh passing her your glass of orange juice.

“I’m your maid of honour, I’m supposed to know these things! You don’t like talking about it when Alex’s around.” You rest your arms on the marble top counter.

“I mean, I- You know, I guess he is.” You feel your cheeks begin to heat up.

“Is he a hand or mouth kind of person?” She raises her eyebrows playfully.

“You’re so gross…”

“Whaaaattt!? He’s your fiancé, have you not sucked his dick or something?” You rolled your eyes and sat down on the leather sofa where many of your other friends sat including your ex-boyfriend, “Holy shit! You haven’t yet!?” Harry sat peacefully, the red cup in his hand as he took a sip, “Harry, did she ever suck your dick?” Harry suddenly spits his drink back into his cup, surprise hitting him right as he drank.

“Sorry?”

“Y/N here hasn’t sucked Alex’s dick.” Harry’s body turned to face you, a cheek smile sewn into his face.

“How.. Interesting…” Harry chuckles.

“Tell us, Y/N, have you ever?”

“Yeah, Y/N, do tell.” Harry smiles, his arm just resting above you.

“You guys… I am not telling you this.” Suddenly a chant began to break out ‘Tell. Us. Tell. Us!’, “FINE!” The cheers broke out, “It was with an ex-boyfriend.” You looked down at your drink, cheeks hot from the continuing blush before standing up and raising your cup, “That’s all you guys are getting. I suck dick.” You shrug, “That’s all y’all need to know. Now, birthday girl gets what birthday girl wants, Alex couldn’t make it so let’s all get fucking drunk for me and my fiancé!” Everyone cheered before taking a sip of their drink. You laughed and turned, accidentally locking eyes with your ex-boyfriend.

It was all his fault. If he didn’t tease you before you both had arrived to this stupid dinner, you wouldn’t have been feeling so restless. You couldn’t stop fidgeting in the passenger seat, let alone, now, in a booth with three other people. He had mentioned that this was a very important meeting and he would’ve appreciated it if you were on your best behaviour. It made you laugh because you were never less than on your best behaviour. Both the guest in front of you excused themselves to the bathroom and you both smiled at them with agreeance.

“Harry, when are we leaving?” Your hand trailed up his thigh, near begging for him to make up any type of excuse so you could leave.

“Y’promised you’d be good, sweetheart.”

“This is all your fault! You kissed my neck, you put your hands in my-”

“Sorry ‘bout that, Harry, Y/N, back to business?” Harry nodded as they sat back down, laughing. After fifteen minutes, you snapped. You couldn’t take it anymore. You’ve been tolerating the buzzing feeling for over an hour. You excused yourself to the bathroom with a smile. You paced frantically in the bathroom before pulling out your phone and shooting a text to your boyfriend.

Harry was sat at the table discussing opportunities to advertise his album, sharing experiences, and having a laugh here and there when suddenly, his phone went off and the lack of your presence coming to his senses.

“Will y’excuse me a mo’? Y/N’s jus’ near broken her skirt.” Harry walked over to the female bathrooms, awkwardly smiling at some girls coming past. He knocks on the door, “Y/N?” You rush to the door and pull him in. You grab the ‘Cleaning in Progress’ sign and stick it in front of the door before locking it shut, “What the fuck are yeh doin’?”

“Baby, please, I need you.” You whispered. You grabbed the collar of his dress shirt and began to kiss his neck.

“Y/N, sweetheart, not here.”

“Please.” You got down on your knees, “I need it, daddy.” He bent down and caressed your cheek.

“Oh, pet, tha’ bad?” You nodded. You took a hold of his belt.

“Please let me suck your cock.”

“M’baby girl gets wha’ she wants, du’n she?” He bends down and kisses you, “Go on then.” A smile plastered on you face as you unbelted his pants, pulling them down to see his now hard cock, “Y’ave t’ make it quick.” You nodded.

You kissed the head before pushing him slowly into your warm, wet mouth. He sighed as his hands rested in your hair, helping you bob up and down his thick member. You pushed yourself down further, his tip reaching your throat, making you gag. You pull back, a string of saliva trailing from your mouth on his dick, your hand still pumping him fast. You sucked on the head of his cock, your tongue playing with the slit of his dick, your hand pumping. Your swollen lips engulfed him, deep throating, gagging. God, you loved the feeling. You loved that you were making his eyes roll back. You loved that every buzz in his body was because of you. You gently scrape your teeth against him, making him hiss with pleasure. A dark laugh resonated out of him. He heaved as you bobbed your head and pumped his cock. He could feel a tightness in his stomach.

“Oh fuck! Kitten, m ‘cum!” He cries.

“Cum in my mouth.” You pumped him harder, sticking your tongue out to catch whatever came out of him.

“Fuck, pet, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He growled before grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing you back onto his throbbing cock. In a perfect position, he came in your mouth. Your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Mmmm.” You moan. He pulls you off of him and you wiped your mouth after swallowing his cum.

“Satisfied?”

“Nearly insatiable, to be honest with you.”

“Insatiable, huh?” He questions as you stood up from where you knelt, fixing himself up to look as decent as before, “What’s new?”

“I love your cock.”

“I kno’ y’do but fix yehself up before yeh leave this room, okay?” You nodded. You tapped his shoulder, “Yes, kitten?”

“I love you.”

“I love yeh too, yeh spoilt brat.” He gives you a peck before exiting where luckily no women were able to point suspect.

Your mind was brought back to reality as screaming women took shots on the kitchen bench top.

“Sorry.” You whispered mostly to yourself. You set your drink down and hauled ass to the bathroom. You hovered over the sink, breathing heavy. A knock at the door startled you, “Occupied.” You yelled. You heard the door knob turning making you turn around and exclaim, “I said it’s occu- What are you doing here?”

“Was jus’ lookin’ for yeh.”

“Why?” He slowly and carefully moved closer to you.

“I jus’- I-” He set his cup down on the edge of the bathtub, “Are yeh sure ‘bout this?”

“About what?” He grabbed your left hand.

“This!” You pulled your hand away from him.

“Course I’m sure! I love him.”

“Like yeh did me?” You hadn’t noticed how close he had become when his hands were suddenly touching yours. You went silent. “Tell me.”

“I- I can’t.”

“S’been six years an’ I kno’ yeh still need me because no one can scratch tha’ itch y’ave.” You could feel his breath on you and you were slowly giving in, “Ev’ry single time. In the bathroom. In the bedroom. Wherever we went. Y’needed m’cock in tha’ pretty lil mouth, in-fucking-satiable. Obsessed an’ nobody kno’s except fo’ me.” He lifted you up on the counter. Your mouth so close.

“One for the road?”

“There’s this an’ yeh can give me another on the road.” You giggled, catching his mouth on yours.

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[wincestisasincest]

Murder in the Blue Morgue -- Part 4

Trigger warning: Verbal, and a little bit of physical abuse. Unpleasant family life in general.

Also, yay! America. We’re heeeeeeere!

Also, also, I realized that I write 2D’s accent a little inconsistently, but y’all know what he sounds like. I’ll try to get it right, of course, but yeah I’ve realized I missed it a little.

First chapter: https://twincestforthewincest.tumblr.com/post/181730682110/murder-in-the-blue-morgue-part-1?is_related_post=1

Second chapter: https://twincestforthewincest.tumblr.com/post/181756574650/murder-in-the-blue-morgue-part-2

Third chapter: https://twincestforthewincest.tumblr.com/post/181756696770/murder-in-the-blue-morgue-part-3

Let’s-a go!

Hey this is Stuart Pot right

Whos this

It’s ur kid Jo

Powell

Oh yea

So apparently my mom wants to take u to court anyway

Thought u would like to kno

What

She still needs some more money

Says ur not doing ur part

And apparently theres evidence that u missed payments

From other moms as well

Damn

Thanks luv

Np

Gl

////A week passes////

The apartment that stood before him looked like something straight out of an inspirational movie about inner city kids finding their voice, of course, written by people that had never actually gone into the city. The dilapidated building seemed near inhabitable, and looked to be more susceptible to squatters, not people who made an effort to pay rent. The bricks were jutting out in random places, looking like they were just barely keeping the building in place. The windows were cracked, with the ghoulish colors of the curtains on the other side making them incredibly off-putting. Even the fire escapes were so rusted and ramshackle in appearance that they looked like they would fall apart if any weight was put on them. It was almost comically broken and in pieces, stereotypical in nature. But, apparently, it was home to someone. “Well, it looks like 2D won’t be the first person murdered ‘ere.” Murdoc slithered out of the car, taking in the entire building, and somewhat enjoying himself. “They must’ve really been struggling if they can’t keep the rent up for this place,” Russel and Noodle clambered out of the back, approaching 2D as he gawked at the building in front of him, “Looks like one of those spots where drug deals happen.” “Hey now, that’s not always a bad thing.” Murdoc took another step forward. “Well, no point in standing ‘ere all day.” 2D walked forward towards the door, careful to pick a spot on the handle that wasn’t covered in some sort of unidentified substance. He pulled on the handle, caught off guard when it didn’t immediately open. He pulled again, with more force, still the door was stalled by its lock. “2A, was it?” Noodle approached 2D’s side. “Yeah, why?” Noodle’s well-manicured nail pressed on the buzzer as the ear-splitting noise rang out through the empty street. “It’s Joey Powell, who’s this?” A familiar, albeit distorted voice welcomed them on the meager speaker. 2D actually found the distortion somewhat comforting, as he was reminded of the Gorillaz musical style in the distortion. “Hey, Jo, it’s, uh, 2D. Can we come-“ “’D, ya gotta press on the button.” “Oh, sorry,” Buzz, “Hey, Jo, it’s uh, 2D. Can we come in? The band’s all ‘ere.” “Sure, hold on.” The speaker turned off, and another, louder buzz rang out, along with a click. 2D finally managed to open the door, and the band crowded into a musty hallway with a linear, uninviting stair case. 2D checked behind himself, knowing that the band wouldn’t leave him, but still wanting to be sure that he wasn’t going up the stairs by himself. 2D traipsed up the stairs, Noodle following suit, Murdoc taking time to gawk at the shoddy light fixtures in the apartment, and Russel slowly keeping Murdoc shambling forward. The stairs were carpeted with some poorly colored green and blue patches, looking like they had definitely seen better days, but also worse ones. The various mystery stains and white splotches that were sprinkled on the carpeting looked like they were ripped out of a crime scene, adding to the vibe of the building. They creaked their way past the first floor, and explored their way into the second floor, stopping in front of the scratched, wooden mess that was the entrance of apartment 2A. 2D gave a hesitant knock. “It’s open!” The same voice, this time muffled, yelled to them from inside the apartment. 2D pushed the door open. The first thing that hit him was the smell of the place, which was surprisingly homey, despite the depressed condition of the small apartment. There was a large central room, sporting a couch with clothes and a blanket strewn all over, a small television, a brief tiled interlude with kitchen equipment and a small table, and a large table in the back, with several sheets of paper stacked on top of it. It branched out into two smaller rooms, one with a half open door that contained a twin-size bed. The second thing that hit him was the heat, or rather lack of heat. The minute he stepped into the room, 2D began shivering, and instinctively zipped up his jacket. “Make yourselves at home, sorry about the cold.” 2D peered into the kitchen, containing the same girl who had visited Kong just a few weeks ago, this time resting on one of the countertops under the cabinets with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. A small ensemble of tools was at her side, and she appeared to be screwing something into one of the hinges of the cabinet, while supporting it with her other hand. “Where’s, uh, where’s Kathleen?” 2D tentatively took a step into the kitchen. “She’s, uh, supposed to be here right now, but she told me that she’s picking up dinner on her way home from work, whatever that means. Also,” She turned her head to the side, looking directly at him, “Why’re you here? And… how’d you find this address?” “Well, uh, I figured I would discuss the legal issues with your mum in person, I dun want her talkin’ about them behind my back or anyfing. And, um, Noodle and Russel just wanted to see you an’ Murdoc didn’ want ta be by ‘imself. I found the address in one of the legal files from my lawyer.” “So, wait, you flew all the way out here for this?” “Yeah, didn’ really have anyfing else to do, and I kinda wan’ this to be done wif for good. So, I figured I would come in person. ‘Specially seein’ as email isn’t really the best way to have legal conversations.” “And, how do you plan to tell her you found out about this?” “Oh, um, I hadn’t really fought about tha’ I just figured-“ “She’s not gonna be happy with me, even if this gets resolved. But, I guess you’re here already, so…” her voice trailed off as 2D looked at the floor, “Anyway, help yourselves to the fridge. We have some beer, I think, and there’s a sink if you want water. It’ll definitely be cold. Hey Noodle! Hey Russel!” Noodle and Russel continued their gander around the apartment, with Murdoc heading straight to the fridge and pulling out a beer. “’Ello, luv. I’m Murdoc Niccals, but you probably already know that,” He kept one eye trained on her, and used his other socket to snap the top off the beer bottle, “So you’re 2D’s, then?” “Apparently so.” 2D watched their conversation, ready to step in I anything were to happen. Murdoc had been nicer, recently, but that didn’t mean that he was more tasteful, especially when he was curious about something. “Wan’ some advice? Neva tell anyone. Ever. You’ll get a lo’ of fake friends, who just wanna talk to you so they can get a shot at meeting Murdoc Niccals.” “Already doin’ a good job at not telling anyone.” “Heh heh, I like this one, Dents. Mind if I smoke?” “I don’t, but mom might. But she’s also not here.” Murdoc pulled a box of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and lit one, offering one to 2D, who accepted. Noodle and Russel had sat down on the couch, both giving each other vaguely awkward looks as they were reminded of the squalid conditions that some people lived in. Of course, they’d both had hardships of their own, but it was easy to get used to luxury. There was always the slight, but noticeable, difference in living conditions that required a bit of adjustment. “What’re ya doin’ there, anyway?” Noodle questioned from the other side of the room. “Fixing the cabinet. Damn thing’s been broken for a week now,” Jo put one of the tools in her mouth while picking up another silvery instrument and a screw, still fiddling with the hinges of the cabinet, “We don’t even keep things in here, but the landlord is gonna charge us if it stays damaged for any longer.” She muttered through the screwdriver. “How did you break it?” “Mom had a wild night, apparently.” The keys in the door were jiggling, and the room went silent. The door was pushed open by a stout looking woman carrying a large purse, a bag of McDonald’s, and jingling keys being twirled around her finger. She took one look around the room, and sighed. “I figured I would see you again, Stu.” “Yeah, I kinda need to talk to you about somefing.” He took a long puff of his cigarette before looking at the floor again. “Lemme guess, you found out because of the waste of space over there?” She strolled into the kitchen and plopped the bag of McDonald’s on the table. “Sorry for not wantin’ to be in court for an extra two bucks. My priorities must be screwed or somethin’.” She slid off the top of the counter and investigated the bag of food. “The fries are for you.” “Ooh, a large. How generous.” She pulled out a container of fries and began to chomp away ravenously. “Hey, it’s not like you’ve been workin’ all day or anything.” “Actually, I have. I babysat for five hours and fixed all of the cabinets and the bedpost. And don’t you get free food at work, anyway?” “Yeah, but dealing with your shithead of a daughter is enough of a second job. ‘Specially when she’s goes behind your back to cover legal business that she’s not involved in.” “I’m literally the reason you have enough legal power to do any of this!” “Yeah, but you’re also the reason I’m so goddamn miserable, so keep your nose out of it, slut.” “Ooh, the walking sperm bank wants to talk about being a slut.” Her rejoinder was met with a slap upside the head as Jo quickly moved out of the kitchen. “And why the hell are all these other people here?” “They, um, they wanted to-“ “We wanted to see Jo and we were wondering if she could show us around town a little bit.” Russel interrupted 2D, knowing that there was already enough tension in the room. “Huh, first time for everything.” Kathleen shrugged. “Well yeah, usually people are too scared of you to come visit.” “Alright, let’s go, Jo. New Jersey’s got their diners, right?” Russel stood up, bringing Noodle with him and giving Murdoc a death glare as he began to walk towards the door. “Mom, I’m takin’ some of the money.” Jo peeked in the lockbox at the back of the drawer. “My ass you are.” “I earned half of it anyway. And don’t act like you were planning on paying for anything important with it. I wonder how many escorts 1700 dollars can buy anyway.” This rejoinder was met by Kathleen picking up Murdoc’s empty beer bottle and chucking it across the room. It shattered against the wall and Jo ducked. Noodle was shortly at her side, practically pulling her out of the room. “It’s okay, Ms. Powell, we’ll handle it. Murdoc, let’s go.” They had slammed the door behind them before either of the Powells could get out another word.

Man, we love those casually abuse relationships, don’t we?

Also, next chapter, plot, excitement, violence!

Get ready.

Also, thanks for everyone who’s made it this far.

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[moustache-petes]

His Number Part 3

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Part 2

A couple things before y’all read this.

This is my new Chicago side blog yay! I’ll be doing one-shots and maybe some multipart stories like this one!

Also Taylor Swift put all of her music back on Spotify and this part was kind of heavily influenced by her song Fearless so yeah any way I hope y’all enjoy it!

He was going to be here any minute and Y/N for the life of her could not find where she put her shoes. She pulled them out of her closet and set them in her living room so she wouldn’t lose them and we see how far that got her. So now she was on her hands and knees in a gorgeous backless red dress that flowed to the floor and drooped to the bottom of her spine with her hair and makeup done up perfectly looking under her couch for her damn shoes. There was a knock at the door “Come in, it’s open!” She yelled knowing it was Antonio “You know you shouldn’t just tell people who knock at your door to just come in, you never know who it could be.” Antonio said in a pretty serious and protective tone. “I mean yeah but I knew it was you but no big deal.” Y/N said while still on the floor with one arm under the couch feeling around “But what if it wasn’t me?” Antonio paused for a second finally taking in the scene in front of him, “But more importantly what are you doing?” “I’ll come answer the door next time okay and I can’t find my stupid shoes.” She said getting frustrated and finally just sitting back onto the floor. “Okay so are they heels?” “Well yeah” “And are they black and kind of strappy?” He said while bending over “Actually yeah they are, how did you kno-“ But before she could finish her sentence Antonio stood back up holding her shoes “They were behind the couch.” He said with a smirk while walking around to the front of couch and offering his hand to Y/N “Thank you” she said while taking his hand and getting to finally appreciate how he looks in a tux. “You look beautiful by the way” Antonio said while she was putting her shoes on “Well you look pretty great yourself” Y/N said while standing up from the couch “Shall we go?” “We shall” Antonio said while offering Y/N his arm “Be careful, the ground is still pretty wet from the rain earlier and Gabby told me you were a clutz.” Antonio said while they were walking out the door of her apartment “Hey I’m not a clutz!” Y/N said while punching Antonio’s arm and in the the processing slipping on the street in front of his car but luckily Antonio caught her before she could hit the ground “Oh yeah are you sure?” He said and Y/N just blushed “Let’s just get to this stupid thing.” “I thought you were excited about tonight?” Antonio asked after they got into his truck “I am, it’s for a really good cause and it raises a lot of money and plus I’ll get to dance with you but my mother will be there and let’s just say she’s not the most supportive of, well, anything I do. She always has a comment about something and she’s convinced that she’s better than anyone she’s ever in a room with.” Y/N said kind of in a rush not wanting to burden Antonio too much with her family drama but wanting him to be aware of what he was walking into. “I like that I get to dance with you too tonight” Antonio said with a smirk and a glance at her “That’s what you got out of my rant?” Y/N just smiled Antonio just chuckled and ran his hands through his hair. And whether he was aware of it or not but Y/N found that one simple move to be so completely sexy that her breathe caught in her throat for a second. The rest of the short drive to the hotel was just them talking about their days and how work was going. They pulled up to the hotel right as it started to rain, Antonio got out first and gave his keys to the valet before opening the door for Y/N. “Okay if we run fast enough we can make it to the door without you getting wet.” Antonio said while reaching for her hand “What?” Y/N said kind of confused “C’mon!” Antonio yelled over the rain and pulled Y/N out of the car and ran the small distance to the front door where a doorman was holding it open for them. “You’re crazy.” Was all Y/N said when they got inside “But you’re not wet” Antonio added with a smirk “Whatever” Y/N laughed while nudging Antonio with her elbow, “Let’s just get this over with.” Antonio put his arm around her waist as they walked in and Y/N swooned a little but also noted how comfortable it already felt to be in his arms. Almost like she had a sensor, the minute Y/N walked into the room her mother was already making her way over to her. “Hello Y/N, don’t you look lovely” she said condescendingly “Hi mother, This is Antonio…my date.” Y/N said gesturing to Antonio “Oh I thought you were bringing that nice Jefferson boy, I gave him your number and everything.” “No mother” “He must have forgotten to call you. You know he’s so busy being a real doctor and all.” She put an emphasis on real and thus began the digs at her career choice “No he called, I just declined because he’d boring and only talks about things he’s operated on.” “Oh honey you’ve got to stop being so picky or you’ll end up alone for the rest of your life.” “In case you forgot I did manage to find my own date for tonight.” “Oh right,” she said like she’d forgotten Antonio was standing there “And what is it that you do? Are you also a paramedic like my daughter?” The way she said paramedic you would’ve thought Y/N was a stripper “No ma’am, I’m a detective with the Intelligence unit over at the 21st.” “Well I’m sure that’s very… rewarding. Now if you two would excuse me, more of my guests have arrived.” And with that she walked away and with her went her snide comments and judgements. “Well she seems lovely.” Was all Antonio said before they both started laughing and walked over to find their table About 10 minutes later almost everyone was sat at their tables and Y/N’s mother walked up to the stage at the front of the room. “If I could have everyone’s attention please I’d like to thank a few people for help making tonight happen.” It wasn’t a “few people” and 15 minutes into the speech everyone was starting to get bored but they also started to smell something burning and then they saw the smoke and that’s when the smoke detector started going off and everyone started making their way out of the ballroom. It wasn’t chaotic but it definitely wasn’t orderly. Antonio grabbed Y/N’s hand and started making his was to the door and out to the lobby where a doorman had umbrellas to give people on the way out. By the time they made it outside the hotel, the fire department was already pulling up and unsurprisingly it was 51. Casey stepped out of the truck and immediately saw you two. “So what’s it look like in there” he asked after walking over “We honestly have no idea, there was just some smoke and then the alarms went off, didn’t look too serious though.” Antonio answered because you were too in shock of what was actually going on. “Okay thanks man.” Casey said before walking back to the truck and telling the rest of 81 what to do. Antonio and Y/N just stood in the street under and umbrella with everyone else who had managed to make it out. Y/N still hadn’t set anything and was trying not to act as nervous as she was feeling but Antonio could sense the anxiety coming off of her. “You know we never did get to dance” Antonio said with a little nudge “Antonio there’s no music and it’s raining” was all she said “But water dries and there doesn’t have to be music,” Antonio tried to convince her and even if she still said no, her min was off of the fire “Plus it’s not there’s anything we can help with here, 51 is working on the fire and there doesn’t seem to be any casualties so far.” “But Antonio this is the nicest dress that I currently own and I don’t want to rui-“ But before she could finish her sentence she saw the look in Antonio’s eye and she knew that no matter what excuse she tried to make, he was genuinely just trying to help her anxiety and there’s no way she could say no to that. “Fine. Screw it.” And with that she closed the umbrella and threw it to the side and both of them immediately got soaked. Antonio put his hands on her waist and pulled her close and she was thankful for the heat his body was putting off. She placed both of her hands around his neck and they started swaying softly. In the middle of the street. With everyone watching. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that her heart stopped racing and she felt safe. After a couple of minutes Gabby walked over and tapped Antonio on his shoulder. “As cute as this is, the fire is out and you guys could probably get hypothermia from being out here too much longer.” The ride back to her apartment was pretty uneventful and mostly just them being cold. When they got out at her apartment Antonio insisted on walking her to the door. And for a minute after she opened the door they just stood there, her hands shaking, she wasn’t sure if it was because she was cold or if it was because she was nervous. She also didn’t know why she was even nervous to begin with. “Would you like a cup of tea or coffee to warm up?” She asked not wanting for the evening to be over with just yet. “Yeah I would” was all he said as they continued to stand in her doorway “But first” And with only those two words as a warning Antonio pulled her in to the most tender yet passionate kiss she had ever experienced. And they walked into her apartment, the tea and coffee forgotten as they removed their wet clothes and made their way to the bedroom.

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