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hpimagines · 1 month

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Revenge? | M.R

Plot: Your bf cheats on you, what happens next 🙀

(TW: NSFW)

It was preposterous. Absolutely unbelievable. You stood there watching as your boyfriend- soon to be was ex making out with the girl he told you not to worry about, which of course you obviously should’ve.

Your blood boiled as you walked up to him, grabbing him by the collar and ripping him away as roughly as possible. You weren’t just mad, you were furious. How could he do this to you? “You fucking pussy. You quite literally could’ve just ended things with me you prick. I’m so done with you.” Not giving him any more chances or pity apologies you walked away, once out of the room you ran to your dorm.

Later that night

A much needed crying session later you heard a harsh knock on your door. Without getting up or knowing who it was you whispered a charm and unlocked your door, to your surprise it was Mattheo Riddle. “Y/n, you do know there’s a such thing as a silencing spell, don’t you” His eyes had a piercing gaze for a moment before he finished examining you, his face fell slightly yet he fixed his demeanor, slowly stepping inside and closing your door.

“Either you’re blasted, or you were crying, so which one is it.” He said blatantly sitting down on a chair near your bed. “Fuck off Mattheo, you don’t even talk to me” You flipped over in bed, annoyed at the unwanted intrusion of your privacy. “If you didn’t want me in here you wouldnt have opened the door” He sent a small smirk your way despite you not being able to see it. “In my defense I didn’t even know it was you”

You both sat there in silence before you reluctantly turned back over to face him, “Why haven’t you left yet” You sighed deeply rolling your eyes looking at him. “If you’re really just gonna be a bitch I can leave” He rolled his eyes in return, beginning to stand up. Without thinking you held your arm up grabbing his instinctively “Don’t go, I’m sorry.” You quietly apologized causing him to slowly sit back down.

You removed your hand from his and to break the awkward silence you spoke, “My boyfriend, well I guess now my ex boyfriend cheated on me. I literally caught him making out with her openly in public” I scoffed still dumbfounded as to how oblivious I was. “What an ass. I’ve seen him, you’re too hot for that anyway”. His words made your cheeks blush slightly so you attempted to hide it by stretching.

“I just can’t believe he played me like that” I looked back at him, “You know, we could get some revenge and have some fun” He winked at you and smirked. “And what exactly would this revenge entail?” I cocked my eyebrow at him curious yet intrigued. “Well we could act like we’ve been dating this entire time, pretend we’re finally ‘going public’, and by that I mean we full send it by making out in front of Parkinson and tell her skanky ass we’ve been together so she can spill it to the entirety of this school.”

To say I was shocked was an understatement. I mean the plan obviously needed some major readjustments and we’d need to come up with a story but it honestly could work. “Are you gonna say something or am I just gonna sit here and look like an idiot who came up with an awful plan” He shook my head in his hands catching my attention.

“Yes.” I looked him in the eyes. “We could make out tomorrow then, but you know, I could use a bit of practice” he said nonchalantly , you were still making eye contact so there was no way for you to ignore this, your face was getting hotter by the second, no telling how red you were visibly. “Come on sweetheart, I have a feeling you need the practice too, don’t you?” He smirked.

No thinking needed you just nodded your head yes, and just as thoughtless as it was for you to nod your head, he immediately launched towards you and connected your lips. A soft moan left your lips as soon as you felt his tongue enter your mouth, attempting to fight for dominance in the kiss and failing miserably. His hand came up and softly squeezed your throat causing another soft moan to escape, you covered your mouth instinctively but he ripped it away replacing it back with his lips.

Keeping a grip on your neck he parted your legs with his left arm and rested his knee between your thighs, purposefully rubbing against your heat. More small moans were coming out and you could feel him getting hard against your stomach. He leaned closer to your ear, kissing and nibbling a bit before whispering, “Be careful amor, if you keep moaning like that I might just have to fuck you already”

His knee never stopped rubbing against you, and you were more turned on in this moment than any time with your ex. You didn’t want this to end, even if he wouldn’t continue with your plan afterwards. “Then do it Matt, Fuck me.” You looked at him and gave the best fuck me eyes You could. With zero hesitation he yanked your pants down discarding them across the room followed by your underwear. You started quickly taking your shirt off as he himself got undressed.

All of this happened in what seemed like under a minute, before your lips were back attached to eachother and he was rubbing his tip up and down your soaking entrance. “Fucking hell Y/n, I knew you were hot but I didn’t think you’d have this pretty of a fucking pussy” He began to speak but it turned into more of a moan as he sunk himself deeper and deeper into your dripping cunt. “Fuck, and you’re dripping” He moaned once fully inside.

You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, needing to adjust to the big size. He looked so hot above you too, especially being able to see his abs from your angle “Oh my god! Please keep going” You looked at him, already needing and begging for more. “Shit you’re so perfect. I’m going to ruin this fucking pussy” He whispered the silencing spell quickly before he began to harshly pound into you. Louder moans than before began filling the room as his aching dick fucked in and out of you.

He pulled out and got off of the bed, yanking you to the edge and flipping you onto your stomach. “Put your ass up for me princess” He smacked your ass harshly making you moan, a soft chuckle leaving his lips at that. You were scared he might’ve wanted to do anal, yet you obliged nervously arching your back. Without warning he slammed into you, definitely hitting your cervix. A pain and pleasure induced moan left your lips and that only fueled his fire.

He kept going at a relentless speed, your eyes began rolling back and you couldn’t hold back any noises even if you tried. You felt yourself starting to unfold, your stomach tying in knots as your release inched closer. “I’m so fucking close Mattheo fuck fuck” You could barely get your words out, they were more like whimpers and screams. “Cum all over my dick, I’m not done with you yet” He slapped your ass which sent you over the edge.

You were seeing stars, your body was beginning to shake as he pounded into you, his arm reached under and began rubbing over your previously teased clit, it was already swollen and sensitive and you couldn’t control anything. Tears started to roll down your face as you came all over his dick, tightening around him making him moan more and more.

Your body collapsed down but he picked you up by your hips and kept going, his thrusts got slower but they were still deep and consistent. The overstimulation was driving you insane, it was something you didn’t know you needed. He pulled out and flipped you back onto your back. “If im going to cum, and if it’s going to be because of you, then I need to see your gorgeous face and these amazing fucking tits” He smirked at you and slowly thrusted back inside of you before grabbing your boobs and putting your left nipple in his mouth sucking and pinching the other.

Your walls clenched around his dick once again, and you felt another orgasm coming, this time it was more bearable yet you were still so overstimulated and turned on you were a moaning mess. He started speeding up and picked his head up to look at you, his hand stayed on your boobs massaging them and pinching your nipples but he was close. Even though it’s your first time together you could tell.

His thrusts were getting sloppier by the second, he threw his head back moaning and throwing around curse words, with a few more hard thrusts you felt his thick cum coat your walls and as he pulled out slowly the warm substance dripped out slowly. “Fucking hell” You sighed completely laying back exhausted. “So, we still on for the plan?” He winked.

I rly hope this is good but tbh the more I read it the more I don’t like it 😭😭

Also! I feel like lowk this would be a good mini story/ series? Like the actual revenge and such, maybe them getting into a relationship… who knowssss. But it’s only a thought I’d need your feedback!!:)!!

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vixensbrainrotts · 4 months

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Young and Beautiful — Hanma Shuji

Content: Imagines

Warnings: vaguely sexual tension, nothing nsfw though

Summary: you decide to take boudoir pictures, and pleasantly surprised by your (very) hot photographer.

Vixen’s two cents: hello! This started out as an imagine but i realized i dont really like writing imagines (it feels so unstructured), so have this little scenario instead. Also, whilst rereading this i realize that Shui seems a little creepy and i swear i dint want him to come off like that?! It was a hot idea in my head, idk how well that that translated, lmk about it! Remember my REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! Also im still on the hunt for moots for proofreading and triangulation in case anyone is interested please contact me!!

When your auntie told you to go and take boudoir pictures, you thought she was talking crazy and waved her off with a polite smile, but she wouldn’t let up. “You’re as young and beautiful as you’ll ever be! Take them for yourself when you’re old like me! It might seem awkward but it’ll be worth it!”

If you would tell yourself from a week ago that you were had booked an appointment to the nearest place, you would have fainted. And if you would have told yourself from 4 hours ago, when you booked that appointment that you would eventually have to step INTO the store too, you would have freaked out. Screw that, you were freaking out now.

You had considered turning around and running about four or five times, but that little voice in the back of your head going pussy wouldnt leave you alone. In a burst of confidence you entered the shop and were met with a surprisingly comfortable atmosphere, and a cozy interior.

You scan the shop for a few seconds, deeming it good enough not to run out of right away, before a tall, slim figure emerged from one of the Backrooms. He wore a lazy smile when he came to you, clicking away at the computer on the desk before asking “Are you my boudoir at 4?” In a smooth, low voice.

You nod shyly in response, fidgeting with your hands a little. He chuckled in response “Don’t worry love, I won’t do anything- this is my job after all.”

He led you to a studio type room and handed you a robe. “Over there.” He said, and a long index of his rose to gesture to a little changing cabin in the corner of the room. “Ill go get everything set up for us.” And with that, he left you to freak out in the changing rooms because fuck he’s hot!

When you emerge again he’s already handling some sort of lenses to the end of the cameras, lights and props set up and ready to go. When he looks to you, you grow shy again and tug the robe a little tighter around your body. He sees this and nods reassuringly “It’s normal to be nervous, sweetheart.” Which only makes you more nervous.

He notices, but chooses to ignore it as he guides you to one of the chairs that are set up. “Now dont worry too much about anything. Just do your thing, ill do all the magic.” You sit, admittedly a little more relaxed but still stiff and he huffs with a smile. “Relax girl! You dont want these looking like pass photos do you?” And that makes you giggle a litte, finally loosening up again.

“There we go. That’s better already. Want me to talk you through it, distract you a little? Do you think that would help?” Eyes are soft but his gaze burns straight through you. “I think that would help, yeah.” And that makes him smile a little.

“How old are you anyway? You look very young- I don’t normally get a lot of girls your age.” He lifts the camera and clicks something on a little machine that begins whirring lightly in the background, producing little qualms of smoke. “I uh, im twenty two. Don’t get me wrong I would have never done this on my own accord, but my auntie, she said that id regret it my whole life if i don’t do this and all such things.”

Whilst you had been explaining, your robe had started slipping off your shoulders. You had noticed but found it the most natural transition into the inevitable. Getting more comfortable, you decided to throw your legs over one of the seat’s armrests, leaning back a little, getting comfortable, as he had advised.

“Thank your auntie for me then.” He whispered underneath his breath, the shutter clicking softly.

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4pfsukuna · 2 months

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omfg bruhhhhh

yall want me to believe Choso “on sight before his feet even land on the floor” Kamo is some pathetic whiney crybaby? Like why is every fic so… ugh i want him to fight back. Somebody please tag me or drop a link for assertive/ aggresive/ dominant choso! (Prefferably black reader)

like do i gotta write it myself?

Choso who meets you when you both come in late at night its 2am and youre standing in the hall talking about whatever the hell a middle part buss down is. He doesnt care he just wish you werent so loud… in your shared hall.

you glare at him because who was he talking too! You pay the same amount of rent as him and to damn much at that they should be lucky you werent in the lounge making ramen watching their t.v right now.

It doesnt get better when you bang on his door asking him to turn his music down cause why was he playing last resort by papa roach at 3:30am on a wednesday. He opens the door in a hoodie and tight calvin klein boxers and your eyes drift for a second until the next rock song starts up this time in japanese and he has the audacity to have an annoyed expresion with you!

”did you want something or did you just want to stare” he glares annoyed with a steady voice though youre expecting him to snap.

“Who answers the door in their boxers have some decorum” you respond half embarassed that he caught you. “And your music is loud… some of us have jobs in the morning” and you storm off not leaving any room for backtalk.

the next time he sees you is a few days later when youre both rushing out and slam into another his shirt and leather jacket falling to the floor with your purse falling sending your wallet down the hall and lip gloss shattering that dior gloss was not cheap.

”are you fucking kidding me” he hisses and you notice hes shirtless silver bars through his nipples and a few tattoos littered across his chest.

”you got a real stairing problem there princess” which makes you smirk.

“you look like a 1st grade art project… line work isnt half bad its just the asshole its attatched to” you retort collecting your items not realizing a few slipped from your wallet.

it was maintenance day you didnt have time to worry about shit it was hair lashes nails toes and a fresh tattoo and belly piercing your friend finally found an artist that did both and had clean work.

youre all smiles and sunshine walking into C.K. Parlor even enjoying the convo with the pink haired male receptionist whos so sweet mentioning this was his brothers shop but something about this guy looks familiar.

“Hes so hot” your friend gushes making you turn around and groan at the sight of your annoying ass neighbor.

”couldnt get enough bothering me home so you come here” he teases but theres something so stoicly calm about his anger… its more so mild annoyance.

”i actually came to get a tattoo and piercing but i think ill pass” you speak not wanting to admit you actually loss your credit card but youre here for moral support for your friend who now that you look at her looks like she doesnt need it.

”youre already here dont tell me youre chicken… come on ill even do it for free”

”free?” Oh that had your attention.

“mhmmm lets call it a truce no more loud… anything just being good neighbors”

and its not long before youre on the table the design being shaded into your spine and he admires how you just take it… his mind does begin to drift to if you can take anything else when he notices how pretty you look today.

he actually loves white on your toes and the crisp french tip on your hands. Its when he notices the snake tattoo wrapped around your wrist that he realizes you might be interesting and not just some stuck up—

“you wanted your belly pierced too right?” He ask and if someone wouldve told you that youd be half dressed infront of your neighbor Today you wouldnt believe it. Hes professional and doesnt even glance at the double d’s you have in your lace bra… ok he did but you didnt notice at all.

you thought you seen his ears burn red but hes quick to turn away disposing of the needle and your completely suprised by how soft and careful his hands are… ahem he is.

”and maybe we can actually be nice to another” he says softly holding out your credit card that you dropped earlier.

your truce last all of 5 days. It wasnt your fault meg the stallion announced she was going on tour and you couldnt help the screams of joy and to blast her music.

you dont expect anyone to bang on your door or barge in when you open it.

”excuse the fuck out of me” you hiss slamming your door facing him when you notice hes looking past your face and down at your body.

you were wearing a dark purple lace bra and underwear the silver belly ring he initially put in switched out for a dangly silver one with a dragon that matched your tattoo and yes it was to early to change.

”my eyes are up here”

”please. Nothing i havent seen before princess actually it kind of looks like the black one” he smirks watching the fury in your eyes as you look for something to cover up.

”get the fuck out”

he saunters (the god damn audacity) out but not without pressing his whole body into you as if the walkway wasnt wide enough making sure to press himself into your ass leaning down to your ear.

”good night princess” and you dont have to look at him to know hes smirking but that raspy voice does something to you.

that night you go to bed with 3 orgasms… what dont make that face you had a voice kink and couldnt help it.

he smirks when he sees you the next day and you try to ignore him as he unlocks his car door.

”sleep well? You know the walls are thin and im sure our bedrooms share a wall”

you make a mental note to get on apartment finder tonight.

”im sure that was your first time ever hearing a womans moans outside of porn” you hiss back you werent no weak bitch.

and he wasnt a cliche man his taunts went further then just an insult back, hed give you more content for tonight. After all he was helping you help him.

”just be a good girl for me and let me hear everything tonight alright princess” he utters in a deep octave that makes your breathing stutter and you cant form a proper sentence and any insult is going to be childish.

you of course try to walk off but he grabs your arm pulling you closely his large hand spreading across your lower back.

”did i say i was done… look up at me” and you bite your lip to keep your jaw off the floor this man was wicked and you were not about to play with a devil.

”youre such a pretty mess” he adds in watching the gloss in your eyes before you come to your senses pushing him off heading fown the street.

”wrong direction princess” and you were headed the other way but you should probably just head back inside to change underwear.

and if he could hear you through the wall you were going to put on a show, you make sure even whine moan groan whimper and cry can be heard through these thin ass walls honestly you were so sensitive from overstimulating yourself… It was his fault.

You do everything in your power to avoid him the next few days that post nut clarity knocking some sense into you.

You actually have no idea how wrecked he’s been. How wrecked you had him! He needs to hear it again.

he might turn slightly yandere for you. its when you get a call at 1am and of course youre up you had actually just got out the shower.

”is this your payback” he hisses into the phone though you arent sure what hes talking about.

”how the fuck did you get my number? Doesnt matter bye”

“stop it just listen” he grunts catching your attention “i just need you to be a good girl for me just once i promise” he nearly begs and you have a wicked idea of what he’s doing on the other side of the phone.

you listen to every command, praise and groan his sultry voice lets out your fingers and sheets soaked

“you did such a good job baby, you deserve a reward how about you cum for me” he grunts sending both of you to your end him losing it to the sound of your orgasm.

“i wanna take you out on a date” and thats when you hang up not in the mood for his antics.

hes serious though, he takes you to the finest seafood restaurant with expensive alcohol you cant pronounce he even gets you a dress to wear, suprising you with a new dior lip gloss…3 actually.

”thats how many times you orgasmed through the wall the first night…” you thank God for your brown skin and him not being able to see you blush. He genuinely takes the time for you to get to know another subtly throwing in praises.

by the time you get back to the car your a wreck hair frizzing from your body overheating already.

your legs are rubbingg together and he spreads them guiding your hand down.

“Be a good girl for me and show me how pretty you look when you cum”

You happily comply watching as his hands fidget while driving

When he gets you back to his place your clothes are off and your back is against his fluffy comforter, not that you had time to notice but his whole room is black.

Hes a certified munch and will eat you until youre lightheaded. He eats you out on your back, makes you ride his face, eats you from the back he has you in 7 different positions from head alone.

He gives the deepest stroke while telling you how pretty you are for him the most filthies things he can mutter in your ear giving you back shots the pillow under your stomach propping you up as he plays with your clit begging for you to cum.

you black out and hes not far behind but makes sure to clean you with a warm rag and throws a tshirt on you.

He loves waking up to you and will actually barge in your home or bring you over to his.

He has his own stubborn ways which you will sometimes talk your best shit which he loves, he needs his woman to be on go not some docile lil weakling.

and sometimes he fights back!

#Choso kamo #choso x black!reader #choso jjk #choso x reader #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #kamo choso #choso x you #choso x y/n #choso x female reader

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amsznn · 23 days

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Hi can I request Matt x reader

The reader and her friend are going to one of the boys show.They do the meet and greet and the reader talks to Matt.she is really shy but the more they get to talking the more comfortable they are together.Later on the the boys the boys are on stage and one the challenges is singing.They have to pick someone they met earlier and Matt picks the reader.He remembers her saying even though she is shy she loves singing.In the end the reader ends up winning for Matt’s team and he asks for her number.Lots of fluff!!

STAGE FRIGHT - m.sturniolo

warnings: none

if someone told you a couple of months ago that you would be standing in line to meet your favorite youtubers, you’d probably laugh. not only was it difficult to get tickets, but it seemed impossible to you since they were also expensive.

but that all changed when your best friend surprised you with two tickets to one of their shows.

which is why you’re hear. standing in line, minutes away from meet the three boys for the meet and greet portion, hands sweaty, and fidgeting every second. “you good?” you’re friend asked from behind you, clearly noticing how you couldn’t stay still.

“yeah, im just a bit nervous.” you said while sipping on the last of your water. “don’t worry me too.” your friend laughed as she pulled out her phone. “let’s take a selfie before we pass out.” she raised the phone and snapped a pic of you both smiling.

a couple of minutes passed and you were at the front of the line. you had brought your fresh love hoodie hoping you could get signatures from them all. after the last person had went it was now your turn.

you walked up to where the boys were standing, giving them all individual hugs. “hey, i love your guys’ videos.” you said while smiling to which all three of the boys greeted you kindly back.

“thanks, how are you enjoying the events so far?” matt responded as chris and nick had taken your hoodie to sign. “it’s fun, im most excited for the singing portion though.” you said, remembering how the boys listed their events on their group instagram account.

“oh really? you sing?” matt asked as he got passed the hoodie to sign from chris. you nodded and took the hoodie from him once he was done. “yeah, here and there.” matt only smiled before standing off to the side so you guys could take a group photo.

“so you’ll stick around for the events im guessing?” matt asked when the photo was over. you gave him a quick ‘yes’ before you had to leave.

around an hour had passed when the meet and greet ended. the boys had now moved to the stage to begin more activities.

“so first up we will have…a singing competition!” nick announced into the microphone. the crowd of fans cheered before he continued. “so matt, chris, and i will pick on of you guys to do a song with us and you guys will vote on who did better.”

“alright lemme pick.” chris said before running across the stage, looking onto the stage. he pointed to the person of his choice and she was brought on stage. nick had done the same and his partner was on stage with him. “okay matt its just you left.” chris said into the mic.

matt glanced around the crowded and his eyes landed on you. “this girl told me she could sing at the meet and greet so i would like her to come up.” he said while smiling.

you nervously looked around for a second. not sure if your ears were playing tricks on you or not. but eventually you snapped out of it and made your way to the stage.

“okay, lets start this!” nick said as he looked to his partner. the two groups had picked their songs and let out some..interesting vocals. after a couple of minutes it was you and matt’s turn.

“what song should we do?” matt asked as he turned to you, moving the mic so it wouldnt pick up the conversation.

you shrugged and thought for a bit. “maybe one of the girls by the weeknd? it’s a good song for a duo.” matt agreed and went on to tell everyone your suggestion.

the song started and you could feel your palms literally forming pools of sweat. matt went first and everyone found it amusing. near the end of the song it was your turn. matt handed you the mic and you went on to sing the rest of the lyrics.

the crowd cheered once you were done. you could see your best friend screaming from where she was standing. you turned to see the reactions of the people that accompanied you on stage.

“we are so cooked.” chris yelled into the mic while laughing. “this has to be unfair.” nick argued.

“you’re really good.” matt said ignoring the chaos his brothers were causing. you could only smile while thanking him. if he only he knew how much that meant to you coming from him. “okay i think we clearly know who the winner is right?” matt asked the crowd to which they all erupted into cheers again.

afterwards, the guests were asked to go back to their seats but as you made your way down stage, matt stopped you shortly.

“hey.”

“hey.” you responded back, a little confused. “could i maybe get your number?” the brunette asked while fumbling to get his phone out his pocket before pointing it towards you.

“oh, of course!” you said while taking his phone to type in your number. “can i text you?” matt asked when you gave him back his phone.

“i mean you have my number don’t you?” you retorted. matt only laughed and nodded before running back up the stage. leaving you, shocked at what just happened. actually, shocked at what’s been happening throughout this day.

little did you know a few other fans were watching this interaction. videos of you surfaced a lot of platforms, even some of you and matt’s private interaction.

there was no way matt would forget you now.

A/N: im sorry this was so late. I was in boston for spring break and i just wanted to relax for a bit. i hope you liked this <3

tags:

@junnniiieee07 @tillies33ssss @whore4matt @stellarsturns @summerl986 @inveigledvex @beccaluvschris @stingerayyy2 @bunnysturns @braindead4l @vickyzloserz @sturnzsblog

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theosconfessions · 7 months

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if youd like to read the stephens from the beginning you can do so over here :)

if youd like to read the stephens continued you can over here :)

@ohsosims

theo-i ended it because i knew if i didnt id have another lillie/marlee situation on my hands if i didnt. i was spiraling. literally out of control.

scarlett- so you were with other people on the show?

theo- i think i need to be more clear.and dustin told me not to. to be kind of vague. i wasnt sleeping with anyone else that was on the show WITH DUSTIN. but. at the time this was being filmed.. at the time you were conceived scarlett, i was casually dating jamis mom, lillie again. so technically i was yeah. just not on the show.

scarlett-and she was okay with you having a second season?

theo-she was getting serious with her boyfriend so yeah. think we were both ready to close that chapter.it was out of convenience not love.

scarlett- ouch.

theo- its the truth. it was easy. lillie will tell you the same

scarlett- was it the same with my mom? easy?

theo- obviously i still had some feelings left for your mom. we stayed married forever.but we were long over way before we even got divorced. we did nothing but hurt eachother. and STAY hurting eachother.

scarlett- and now you dont talk to her anymore.

theo- the same can be said for you.

scarlett- well it isnt my interview.

theo- maybe it should be

scarlett-no no. no steering this back to me. so. backstory complete. we're steering this back to where it should be. you and dustin. you propositioned him to come on the show in the first place. i feel like you both knew where this was heading and you wasted a lot of peoples time.

theo- i dont look at it like that. at the time that i met dustin we never went out on a date so no i didnt.

scarlett- just because you didnt go on a date with him doesnt mean you two werent involved.you felt comfortable enough asking him to join it.you wouldnt do that to someone you barely knew. would you?

theo-maybe

scarlett-youre not being honest.

theo- i dont want to say something im going to regret when i get home.

scarlett- so you two were at least hooking up.

theo- scarlett, leave it. at least this. its dustin we're talking about. not one of my trysts and shit ill answer anything else.

scarlett- not answering is answering

theo-or you could cut this shit and leave it out and spare your dad some embarassment. cmon scar. inappropriate as shit.

scarlett- [smirks] okay okay. youre right., except we're live so i cant. but good enough. lets move on.

theo- great.

scarlett- you end the show.

theo- right.

scarlett- you go home and you make it official with dustin. almost right away.

#theo swatted that one down but a no answer is an answer shes right but #at the same time #scarletts getting way too into this and forgetting that theyre not just an interview to her #theo actually being responsible here the gasps #the stephens continued #the stephens #theo kline #scarlett kline #the sims 4 #ts4 #the sims #simblr #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 #ts4 simblr #ts4 community #the sims 4 community #show us your story #show us your sims

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mxlktxa · 1 year

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shes the one pt. II

part l part lll

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pairing; obsessive!ellie williams x f!reader

t/w; language, 18+ content/scenarios, obsessive behavior

a/n; i had some ppl asking for a pt2 (which is a huge compliment to me so thank you 🤎) i almost didnt cause i was scared it wouldnt be as good but here it is… enjoyyy ☺️

part l

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I could never see myself being taken care of by an absolute piece of art. A sweet, innocent girl in a fucked up world… Taking care or me? What a blessing. What would I do without her? She’s all that anyone could ever ask for. All that I alone could ever ask for.

“Ellie?” there it is. My favorite sound, the sound I wished to always hear, no matter where I went. The same sound that made my heart skip a beat, palms sweaty, and mind race like crazy. She’s like an immediate boost of adrenaline and I loved it.

My eyes shifted over to her as she stood in the bedroom doorway, remembering that I was sat on her bed in her home. Her oh-so-lovely home.

Subtly, I glanced over her body for a bit, occasionally stopping to stare at her hips. She was in some rather cute pajamas, though it threw me off a bit as to how she could ever wear shorts if it’s cold inside and outside of her home. No matter. As long as I got to see her in almost all her glory.

“You feeling better? How’s your head? Do you need anything?”

Just for you to slip out of those clothes and give me a chance to hear your cries, “I’m good, thanks,” you’re absolutely stunning, damn it.

“Oh, good,” her smile lit up the room. It could blind people if she really wanted it to but never me. It only ever made me melt, internally screaming at how a masterpiece like her could ever run my life with simple actions.

Her legs carried her over to the bed, propping herself behind me, on her knees in order to begin gently massaging my shoulders. Fuck, she’s so precious and those hands were just fascinating to feel.

“Joel came by after I brought you back and you fell asleep. Just wanted to check up on you and make sure you were okay.”

“What’d you tell him?”

“That you didn’t have any serious injuries and you should take it easy,” she whispered in my ear, chin resting on my shoulder, and hands sliding down to my waist, “and dont be mad. But I told Maria and she said you’ll be in my care until further notice.”

Why would I be mad at you for allowing me to spend time with you? You’re only granting me the time to try get you stuck on me just like I am to you. To have you close to me. To have you loving, pulling, touching and possibly fucking me.

“Why would I be upset about that?”

She sat in silence, shrugging, arms crossing at my abdomen to give me a nice, tight hug. A grin slid upon my face, mind going on a frenzy of multiple fantasies. This girl would be mine. This woman would go fucking crazy if she ever found out how much I admired her. I know it.

“I’ll run you a shower. You can get washed up then we can have some dinner together,” this divine celestial backed away from me, scooting off the bed to shuffle over to her dresser, revealing some clothes she had taken from my humble abode.

Why did you have to be my only source of happiness? Were you anybody else’s? Would you forever devote your life to me as I do so for you already?

How do I make you mine?

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if youd like to see a pt3 to this feel free to reblog and/or comment and let me know 🤎✨

a/n; pt 3 is up enjoy ☺️

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wordsformizu · 23 days

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Your Father's Daughter

Mizu x Reader story

Word count: 1.5k

Chapter 9

Staring at the horse foot below you, you let your mind wander off to a distant place. You couldn't accurately count how many days or nights it has been since you had seen your father and wondered if he was beginning to grow worried. Had it been long enough for him to grow concerned? Had he sent others to look for you? Embarrassment flamed your face beneath the skin at the thought of having to be rescued. Of being an inconvenience to your fathers plan. It would never sit right within your spirit. You closed your eyes and let a sigh slip from your lips.

From a distance, a hushed conversation was being had. The blue eyed man had come back from his break behind the trees and he was greeted excitedly by his apprentience. Ringo and his master began discussing their next location. Well, more of Ringo discussing and the samurai listening. The samurai never spoke aloud where his next navigation spot was. The excitement in the apprentice's voice could be felt from where you lay as he tried to be discreet about the conversation you had with him.

“She told me! Just before you returned. I was starting to get worried you wouldnt come back…anyway!” he began his rambling again.

“I got her to eat and she liked it very much. I knew it would work. Everyone enjoys sweets, but not everyone enjoys fish.”

“Not everyone can afford to be a picky eater.” He muttered, loud enough for you to hear, before returning to his silent posture.

“I agree, Master, you're right. I’m glad I got her to eat and drink a little. She told me down the road there was another town. Where her father would take her to have sweets after training. Master, when you're finished with your quest and you begin training me, we should make that a tradition of our own. Sweets after training-”

“Her Father took her there? She told you this?” This caught the samurai’s attention.

“Yes! She would have Dango after training as a child. The restaurant is close to where they lived so he would take her there..I’m thinking if we stopped by that town..” he leans closer to hide the surprise

“We could find more food that she’d like to eat! Sure, it isn't a home cooked meal, but the closer to home, the better.”

“The closer to home, huh?”

You felt his eyes on you now, and you were sure to keep your eyes lowered to the ground. If only the sharpness of your glares could pierce his skull.

After a few moments of silence, he walked towards his horse with his busy apprentice following behind him. They both straddled onto their saddle but not before Ringo could flash another hopeful grin in your direction. Moments later, you felt the stare from his Master again. Watching you carefully before telling his horse to go forward.

The road was becoming familiar again. Every time you opened your eyes, you’d recognize the scenery more. It wasn't exactly how your father had introduced it to you, but nature shifts and changes every new season. When he brought you here, it was in the midst of summer where the leaves provided barely enough shade to shield from the blazing sun. Now many winters have passed since then and you're being escorted down the same path with no promising warmth of the sun but instead the cold air and colder stares from an ice eyed killer.

It is said that if you find yourself in the woods, and nature doesn't respond to your presence then it isn't a place one should be in. You’ve heard that talk from an Itako you had come across. Your father told you to take no mind to the women who speak of spirits, but you kept that information just in case. You were the first one to notice the birds had stopped chirping. The eeriness of silence. Patient silence.

Was it really a shot in the dark if you knew that you would hit gold? And was it a lucky move if it was calculated? Those questions came to mind as you stared at the horse foot below you. Now it was the samurai’s turn to notice and he did, but it was too late.

From the trees of the mountain side came men sprinting towards you three. Men in armor, with swords that reflected off their vests. They positioned themselves around, squating into a fighting stance and readying their swords. The samurai brought his horse to a halt, and you could hear his apprentice stop as well.

“Consider today your last, traveler.” said the man in charge. His voice was authoritative, demanding fear and full attention. He was a good pick for commander.

The day your father picked these men to be the guards of his operation here, you were there. They didnt see you, of course, but you heard them all speak. This one who spoke was Okazaki Toshikuni. He spent time with your father, spending a few weeks with him as your father scoped him out. His background, his personality, his fighting ability. He was a strict man, as stern as he was large. He had seen you once, at a younger age, as you were slipping in from training.

He was here for one reason. To keep wandering travelers from interfering with your fathers operations. A few miles down the road wasn't a town, like you had promised the naive apprentice. Your father was removing important resources vital for his plans. Paying off important government and royal officials was the least of his worries. It was the people of the land who would find ways to make it a problem for him so he appointed these men to become his soldiers here. You recognized them by uniform. Disheveled, but recognizable amongst each other and those who knew who they were working for. They would ploy as thieves, except they wouldnt just take your belongings. They would take your life. Your father wanted no one to know of this operation; its discretion was important.

Not a word was spoken from the samurai. He instead removed himself from his horse and approached the center. Quietly. Calmly. His arms underneath his cloak moved and revealed his sheath, making the other men tense. He had announced that he would take all of them in a fight, and not a word was spoken into the air. The men were not used to someone as bold as him, but they were ready nevertheless.

The sound of a blade slicing the air had always been one of your favorites, followed by the sound of blades meeting. The ringing vibrated through the trees as the men fought. Here you were able to witness the samurai’s skill. How he moved fluidly while he spilled blood onto the white snow, the effortless grip on his sword. There was no strain in his fighting, in fact at times he looked to be dancing. It was like trying to catch a river in the palm of your hands. He was water.

Swords clashed, bodies fell, and your hope began to decrease as less and less men stood to fight him. It didn't feel like there was enough time for you to do anything as you watched him take down these men one by one. You quickly glanced around, and spotted his apprentice who was watching attentively. His amazement was painted all over his face as he watched his master fight. He looked to be standing in the presence of greatness. What did he know about greatness?

Glancing down you noticed a sharp dagger to his side. You started kneeing the nervous horse’s side in hopes to move closer to Ringo’s. You just needed to grab it with your teeth. The apprentice would be too distracted with the fight to notice you, and you’d use it to stab into the horse's thigh making it react and hopefully buck you off. You would be able to escape. You began slowly.

A gunshot went off into the air, silencing all around you. Your least favorite sound. It pulled your attention quickly and you looked over to see who had shot it off. The commander had shot it into the air, standing before the samurai now. You guessed it had been given to him by your father. Bodies lay on the ground, but he and a few men still stood. He had every intention to fire a hole into the samurai’s head if he wouldn't comply and though he was fast, he wasn't as fast as a bullet. You knew that, and so did he as he put his hands up in slow surrender.

As they took him, the apprentice, and the horses hostage, you looked over at the commander. Staring at him until he met eyes with yours. He glanced at you once over and then continued his walk ahead. Though you had recognized him from those years before, he had not recognized you. You began to wonder if you lead yourself into an even worse trap.

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu x reader #writing #bes mizu #blue eye samurai fanart #bes x reader #fanfiction #mizu x fem!reader #your fathers daughter #yourfathersdaughter #mizu fanfic #blue eye samurai fanfic

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blissfulraine · 4 months

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I need fluff/funny in my life...

Maybe like imagine how guys react when Y/n not answering texts only to find out later when she arrives back to find out her phone just died due to forgetting to charge it or playing games on it too long that it died-

Enjoy writing this lmao

sorry it took legit a thousand years to reply to this one but her you go this is based off of bayveres tmnt.

warnings: grammer and spelling mistakes, and angst( mention of death).

-LEO-

he wasn't all to concerned at first with you not texting him back. your a busy person with a busy life, but its now officially 7:34pm and haven't answered a single text message from him. you haven't even read it.

starts by telling himself that you must just be busy walking or still doing things to be able to text so therefore he calls. no answer. he try's again, and still no answer

begins to start span calling and texting you, even using your emergency contact to make sure there was a ring.

mind is racing right now going to absolute worst case scenario.

did you get mugged? are you hurt? are you kidnapped?

blood runs cold at the thought of you dead in an ally way somewhere because of the foot or a random gang.

its 8pm, the time you usually get here, and yet after checking the entirty of the lair, asking around frantically if his brothers, even Splinter has seen you.

after figuring out, no, you were not there he sprints back to his room.

hes throwing on his gear, sheathing katana about to leave but halts right in his track after seeing you, confused eyes and face tilted upwards to meet his frantic gaze.

"Leo, whats wrong?"

bro drops his stuff, as the metal clatters to the floor as he reaches out to you.

your face is met with his hard plastron, heart hammering behind it.

" Y/N, i thought something happens to you, you weren't answering your texts or calls and-" he was cut off by your explanation.

"ooooooohhhhh. i'm sorry i made you worry. my phone hd died because my ( best friends name) wouldnt stop bothering me about this new hobbie they picked up."

the sigh he exhaled as he kissed the crown of your forehead seemed to trail all of that pent up anxiety with it.

"im just happy your here and safe my love."

-RAPH-

hes just working out, sweating up a storm, and thinking about you.

finally, after what felt like an hour, he finished his final rep on working out his fabulous biceps.

walking over to the bench you would always sit, he picked up his towl and whipping is face and neck in one fowl swoop.

speaking of you, weren't you meant to be here by now? you were almost always around when he was working out, even when you were running a bit late from work.

he picks up his phone, looking almost microscopic in his hands, even though it was modified just specifically for his large hands.

8pm. your (place of work) closed an hour ago.

even if you were taking the bus or metro its not that far.

did you walk? he doesn't take you to be stupid, especially with the crime wave wit gangs that have been happening recently.

then he remembers vividly the argument you two had last week; when he had been following you home and asking Donnie to check your location constantly. how you told him rather angerly that you could take care of yourself and how he scoffed.

you wouldn't put yourself in harms way just to prove him wrong would you?

that temper h was so famous for began to bubble in his chest, but an even greater feeling beat it. Fear and guilt.

as he explored the lair, in persute of trying to find you in your most frequent of locations he began thinking.

if you gut hurt out there, it would be all his fault.

looking in the kitchen and the moving his gaze to the dinning room.

the idea of you being hurt made him cringe as those feelings swelled and filled him. the pure grotesque imaginary of you trying to defend yourself from someone twice your size and being hurt in disgusting and morbid ways. maybe even being worse than just hurt.

his tooth pick snapped in half. he looked down at its broken pieces.

chucking them to the trash, not even checking if they made it he makes a dash to his room, heavy footsteps thudding as he went.

he stopped at seeing you placed on his bed plugging your phone into the charging port on his desk.

"oh hey raph," you say to him not looking up.

he runs over to you and smashes his rough lips on yours as your eyes widden in surprise. it was a hot minute before he let go.

"what was that for?" you asked breathless.

" it thought something happend to ya tiger."

you giggle, quirking a brow" i'm fine! Vern and i were talking about some business deals, and so he drove me home after work cause my stinking phone died."

next second Vern passes by the door asking whoever was in the hall where the remote went.

raph kisses you once more " love ya babe."

you give him a slight punch to the arm "love you too big red."

-DONNIE-

working in the lab as per usual, didn't actually realize what time it was till he looked over at the clock. 10:30pm.

his brows furrow, as he looked around for your presence, the couch he set up in the corner didn't seem to have you on it, just an immense amount of blankets and pillows on every surface.

he grabs his phone and texts you. no answer. he assumes your somewhere you cant text or maybe your notifications are off so he calls. again, no answer.

he told himself he would only track you in case of emergency but at this point his mind was panicking.

its so late where could she be? hes running through possible locations as he pulls up your phones GPS log. but theirs nothing showing. a slow chill runs down his spine, under his shell and through his whole body as he realizes your completely off the grids.

he checks the lair but you're nowhere to be found.

fully panicked he begins hunting for his gear and boa in his lab. it causing such a racket you wake up from your nap, as you move the blanket off your head.

"Donnie? what are you doing?" you ask sleepily rubbing under your tired eyes.

he does a full 360 turn, coming to look down at you buried fully under all the blankets. turns out you didn't add to your collection. you were the collection!

" Daring! you scared me, i thought you were still out. because you weren't answering any of my calls" he says rushing over to you an smoothing out your hair as he sat down.

you rolled your eyes at the tall dork.

" Donnie, i told you i was here when i walked in like three hours ago. my phone died and has been charging for that entire time." you finish with a wave of your hand to the desk right next to you, filled wit books, mugs ,and sure enough your phone fully off, on the charger right there.

you giggle at his face "oh." was all he could make out as you burst out laughing, kissing him on the cheek.

"your so goofy."

-MIKEY-

lazily twirling a nunchuck in one hand while reading an old comic book in the other. mikes latest trick was the ability to flip pages with his nunchucks and by gods was he ecstatic to show it to you when you got here.

he looked over at the alarm clock you got for him, an orange one with black and green stripes. it read out 8:45.

his brows furrowed and his smile drooped as his nun chucks expertly came to a halt in his grasp.

picking up his phone he texted you in the most serious manner he could, beginning to worry. it was just simply asking you where you were and when you would be down. a few minutes go by and nothing happens, you don't even read it. so he sends a few more and waits for a reply. again no answer.

he dials your number frantically, and yet after calling twice threes still no response.

refusing to let his mind wander to anywhere dark, he thinks maybe your just here?

sitting up he looked around and called out for you.

"Y/N? you here angel cakes?"

there was no answer from anyone, that was until Leonardo entered his room.

"they're not in here with you?" he asked confused. Mikey shook hsi head no, his eyes wide and panicked as he jumped up, abandoning his newfound talent.

" i thought she was out there?" she should have been her an hour ago dude!" leo nodded to his younger brother who started throwing his gear on.

"did you call her?"

"Yes dude!" he said picking up his second nunchuck from up off the floor. "i called and texted her, and she didnt respond at all!"

leo accnowleged this new information with another nod" ill go see if donnie can track her phone."

"i cant see to find her guys." Donnie states anxiously turing around to face the entire inhabitant of the lair, including Splinter whom sits in the corner silently stroking his beard.

"shes completely off the grid." everyone murmurs and turns to Leo for the next move.

"gear up guys." he says un-sheathing his katana," lets go find Y/N."

as they were all just about to run out, fully geared up they here a small voice.

"guys? where are you going? if you leave now your pizza will get cold." they turn, almost all in unison to see you holding 5 extra large pizza boxes smiling up at them.

mikey is the first to move out of the four as he reaches down placing the pizza on the nearest surface and swooping you up into a bear hug.

" BABE! OH MY GOD! we thought something happens to you and we were about to go try to find you!" you looked at him confused." what do you mean thought something append to me?"

Donnie stepped forwards, explaining how they couldn't contact you or track where your phone was.

" yea i was playing games on my phone while waiting for pizza, and it died cause it took forever."

" oh thank god your safe," mikey sighed ourt swaying back and forth.

" y/N, please tell us if your phone is going to die soon so late at night." Leonardo states heading in the direction of his room." it will save a lot unnecessary stress if we know your not hurt."

( photo of all of the turtles after realizing your not dead)

okay thats all! hope you enjoyed. now, remember to drink plenty of water, eat bot body and soul nourishing foods and get plenty of sleep. ta ta lovleys!

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine #teenage mutant ninja turtle mutant mayhem #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt 2k16 #tmnt fanart #tmnt au #tmnt crossover #match up

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mossycobbld · 24 days

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Drawing a reminder to MarkxAmber using evidence from the comics as well (bear in mind is been over 10 years since I read it so some details remain iffy)

Amber had to always shove her feelings down for Mark, every time he disappears she doesn't have the luxury to call him, she doesn't have the luxury of thinking "well he's going to come back", she doesn't even have the luxury of being angry at him because whatever it is it has to be important (whether or not it really is important)

In the comics she hung out with someone and had a coffee date. He got a call from work asking him to come in and she already prepared a speech about how she won't be upset and she's okay with him going into work.

He told her he already told them no because he already promised to spend time with her and besides they had other people who could do the job and who didn't have other obligations.

Mark CANNOT DO THAT!

At this point this man is nothing more than a friend, he has no powers, but he does have an important job he loves and YET he can make time for coffee while Mark is always on Call.

In the show they had... something approximating a normal work life balance for about 5 minutes. Like Rex Splode promising to cover for Invincible for a night or two. And he told Cecil he needed a few nights off.

Not perfect by any means, but Mark did acknowledge that Amber was important and he was willing to push back and try for her.

Only for disaster to immediately strike.

And that shattered any illusion of a normal life with Mark and Amber. Amber will always be a target, Amber won't be able to fight back. She could be killed in less than a moment the only reason she wasn't killed was Anissa didn't want to kill her.

Even if Mark could keep his promises every time (which he obviously couldn't) this was always how it would end.

She can't talk about her dead grandpa (a moment most people need love and support through) because the world will always be ending, Mark is always healing from a fight. They can't go on a date because even if they succeeded and Mark managed not to fight the fight could just as easily come to him.

A parallel to his dad: Mark's mom knew from the beginning that Nolan was a superhero. Amber didn't.

Every moment Nolan did spend with Debbie he did try to make it romantic, he prioritized her, he went out to romantic dinners often, he flew her across countries, he spent time with her and even then Debbie said he was hardly around.

Even with Nolan refusing to join a team, even with Nolan refusing to work for Cecil, even with Nolan in at least one point, refusing to fight saying "Let Cecil earn his paycheck."

There is a metaphor there for the work life balance that appeals to me because I have a jard time setting boundaries. And I've been in Amber's shoes and Mark's shoes.

Neither are fun. But she had every right to walk away and I applaud her strength to make herself a priority and for the show going so far to show that she is right to leave and Mark was also right for being Invincible

I AGREE WITHH THIS STRONGLLYYYY

nolan — being one of marks important people in his life despite not being around incredibly often — had Definitely influenced mark’s relationship with amber. thinking it was fine to lie, to leave abruptly, etc etc. which made sense to some of the audience as well (ahem ahem , amber haters), the mindset that “Oh, mark is leaving because hes a superhero, he has things to do”. theyre only looking at marks perspective and refusing to look at ambes. and while that might be true that he has some form of obligation to save the world, who Wouldnt be upset that your partner up and leaves you. who wouldnt be upset that your partner lies and makes excuses, maybe even sometimes not making excuses?

which is why i think the choice that spiderman makes in one of the older movies to decline a relationship with MJ to keep her safe is a good choice. because unless youre prepared enough to balance school, relationships, and being a superhero, you have to make a decision because you cant have it all. which is something that is touched on in episode seven in season two. mark has to make a choice. because you cant forget that its only a choice, its a choice between putting yourself in danger, or putting yourself AND your loved ones in danger.

ambers character doesnt have an “improvement” from season 1. ive seen the comic dudebros say this. she only feels like she “improved” compared to season 1 because they dont like it when the girl dating the superhero doesnt comply with everything the superhero does. and lets be honest, its more than just trope divergence that makes those dudebros hate amber, and we all know it.

basically mark was never taught how to balance those lives personally. but he has definitely been influenced by his parents relationship. because of that influence, it lead to mark and ambers breakup.

let me know if i worded anything wrong because i suck at articulation 😓😓

#invincible #mark grayson #amber bennett #misogynoir at it yet again..#i love you amber bennett they could never make me hate you

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goodday-goodmorn · 9 months

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Todays work is of @ghouljams Cowboy141 au! Featuring the nasty boy himself- König! Told from the lovely perspective of Murphys (an OC of Ghouls for those who don’t know) granddaughter!! Go check out Ghoul they have some amazing COD stuff over there (the demon darling AU is one of my fav’s but they’re known for their fae and cowboy stuff!- odd niches i know-)

You had been thinking about this day for months now. Today would finally be the day you earned your honorary, ‘I sold cookies to Birdie’ badge.

And of course, all good plans begin with a pack of markers, paper, and a whiteboard that you borrowed from the back of your pappy's shop. (He wouldn't miss it, besides if he got grumpy you would just pull out the puppy dog eyes until he relented.)

Using some magnets you pin various torn out notebook papers to the whiteboard. It isn't quite like the movies where they use push pins and red sting but well- that would be inconvenient for your purposes anyway.

Face furrowed in deep concentration you stare at the board as if doing so for long enough would solve all your problems.

“Are you still planning?” A familiar voice rings out beside you, your fellow girl scout and current best friend, Alexis. She sits on a beanbag, sipping on soda as she stares at your mess of plans. You frown, clearly she wouldnt understand the intricacies of how important this was. After all, she already had her Birbe badge.

A perk she got of being the one to make the things, meant that the first year they were implemented, she got to sell to Birdie with no competition.

(You remember standing on the sidelines and watching her turn and hand Birde a box of peanut butter patties with a smug look on her face. It had been painful to have to stand there with your fellow troop members.)

The rewards were worth the sacrifice however, because now there's more at stake than the bragging rights of selling to everyone's favorite teacher. Now, you get an unofficial badge for it, made every year by the crafty hands of Alexis.

This year’s is sitting just over there on the coffee table, nearly finished. All it's missing is the border around the bird in the center, mostly because Alexis ran out of the thread she needed and has yet to ask her grandmother for more.

You sigh, grumbling out something as you continue to stare at the board.

She shakes her head and goes back to playing Minecraft on her older cousin's well loved Xbox. Trying not to die by the hands of a spider, she says, “Look- if you’re so serious about it why not just find a way through Goose?” You frown more, shaking your head. As much as you do get along well with your pappy’s favorite customer…

“Nope, not possible. Birdie’s friends are banned ever since Moon started complain’ bout it… Plus after Jordans stunt last year of getting in the good graces of Birdie’s momma- we aren't allowed to do stuff like that.” You explain, using a marker to scribble out more ideas and add to your current map of where Birdie might be when you all get access to the cookies.

She tends to be out during it, likely to make it harder for people to earn their badge by camping out on her front porch.

How she knew when you all got the first cookie shipments, you weren't sure. Probaby Moon. Yeah- definitely Moon.

“Besides,” you continue, switching your marker to a purple color, “Even if I did- that wouldn't be me selling to Birdie- it would be me selling to Goose. So it don’t count.”

She hums, “Tough luck.” You sigh dejectedly, nodding. She finally kills the spider and then turns to you, from the depths of her very filled pockets she fishes out a lollipop. She offers it to you like she's offering you a hit after a stressful day at your 9 to 5.

Gratefully, you take it, green apple, nice.

“Well, I wish ya the best of luck. If you fail, offers open to go selling with me later.” You nod, waving her off, “Mhm… i reckon ill get it this year though.”

She shrugs, pointing to the nearly finished badge which sits a few feet away. “Well, if you do, then that badge is as good as yours.”

You stare at it longingly, vowing to yourself that this year you would finally-

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“You didn't do it did you?”

You frown, a sour look on your face as you try and fix your now messed up braids. Alexis sits beside you, the two of you back in her grandmother's basement. She's got a bag of frozen peas against your jaw, trying to prevent the bruise you know is coming. You say nothing, instead just sitting there with a pout, normally you wouldn't be this upset but…

“So who did manage it this year?” She asks, leaving you to hold the peas while she goes to grab the first aid kit under the coffee table.

“Susie May.”

Alexis bumps her head on the table as she pops up, looking surprised. “Again?” She sounds as incredulous as you are upset.

“Yeah!” You cry angrily, throwing your free hand up.

She whistles, walking over to you and tending to your scraped up knees. It's something that happens so often you don't really feel it, but both you and Alexis know that if your parents, or her grandma, sees you all banged up and bruised, they won't be happy. “How’d she manage that?” She inquires, cleaning your scrapes and pulling out bandages.

“Playing fuckin’ dirty thats how.” You parents would also not be very happy with your use of swears but it's just Alexis and you right now. Plus you are rather pissed off at the manner in which Susie happened to win the race this year.

“Yeah I can see that…” Alexis mumbles, taking in your dusty clothes, frazzled hair, and scraped up knees. You decide to make it worse by opening your mouth and showing how your tooth is now loose and barely hanging on by a thread. It's a baby tooth, luckily, but still.

Alexis blinks, “How in the hell-?”

“She pulled on my braids just as I was about to get there. I tried to not fall but sending all my weight forward meant when she let go-”

“-You fell flat on your face?”

You nod, grumbling under your breath. The reason you're so upset is because well- Susie May already has her badge. And she was also the one to sell cookies to Birdie last year. Which means this is her third time selling.

The general polite thing to do after getting your badge is to either A) back out of the race to sell entirely, or B) if you’re gonna participate, give it a year or two after you earned your badge, then continue with much less vigor.

Alexis seems rather irritated herself, grumbling about how she's not gonna make a badge for someone who already has one.

There wouldn't be a point, plus it's such a waste of her time and supplies. And because Birdie only buys a box from the first girl scout to reach her- that means no one gets a badge this year.

Safe to say the troop is not gonna be happy about this. Not one bit. And you are eagerly awaiting the next time you all meet up and Alexis gets to break to everyone that the reason no one gets a badge this year is thanks to Susie.

After Alexis has finished patching you up, you huff, resting your chin in your hands as you drop the pea bag.

“Well- that was a bust.” Alexis says with a sympathetic shrug, flashing the Birdie badge, “Guess you’ll get it next year.”

You groan, flopping over to lay on the beanbag. She in turn, grabs her own girl scout sash and uniform, “Well since you failed-” You glare at the reminder to which she puts her hands up in surrender- “Since you…didn't get it. You wanna go with me to try and outsell her?”

You think it over but it really isn’t a hard decision, “Alright. But we’re stoping at pappy’s place, i need to fix my braids.”

“Cant you just do it yourself?”

“Yeah but he can do it with ribbons and considering Susie's got the Cherry with her, we’re gonna need some extra charm.”

Alexis pulls a face, “Since when does Cherry hang out with Susie May of all people?”

You shrug, waiting for your friend to finish getting ready. “Dunno. Though, I'm kinda hoping Cherry finds out what happened and punches her.” Out of your little trio of friends, Cherry could hit the hardest. She was smaller and shorter than both you and Alexis, and looked like a little angel, (hence why you and Alexis used her to make a bunch of sells), but you both knew she was a proper troublemaker.

Course- none of the adults did, which made things very useful for both her, you, and Alexis whenever you three decided to get into trouble.

Alexis grumbles, a bit upset by the news, understandable, she didn't have many friends other than you and Cherry so she probably wasn't taking the news that Cherry was hanging out with someone else very well. You decided to make it your mission to cheer both yourself and her up.

“It's alright, I reckon we can handle it without her.”

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“You sure we’ll even find anyone out here?” Alexis asks, skeptical. Fair,

considering the two of you have been riding your bikes for a while now.

You nod, reaffirming for what feels like the hundredth time, “Mhm! Look I'm telling ya- I saw some newcomers at Pappys shop a few days ago! And they certainly ain't in town, which means they gotta be out here somewhere.”

She frowns, “This doesn't feel worth it though.”

You shrug, “Well we already got everyone in town that we could for now, and they aren't gonna want any more cookies till at least a week so…”

She makes a face, knowing you’re right. “Fineeee. But once we find a house and sell we’re leaving. If we don't then we might not be back before dark.”

She glances up at the sky and you scoff, “You’re such a worry wart. We’ll be fineeee.”

She raises her eyebrow, “That's what you said last time and we ended up having to race home.”

You pull your lips into a thin line, and before she can say anything else, you see a ranch in view. “Oh look! A place let's go-!” You say quickly, racing ahead and leaving her to quickly pedal after you.

You stop on the road and hop off your bike, tugging your basket of girl scout cookies off the backseat. Alexis does the same, unclipping her helmet and letting it hang on her bike handle. “Huh, those horses are big as hell.” She comments, making you turn your head to see the draft horses.

You are overtaken with the urge to ride one of them, if only to be able to see how high up you would be.

Alexis cuts you off before you can even consider, “Don't even think about it. Your momma would be pissed if you tried.”

You huff, of course you weren't gonna try. That would just be a plain stupid idea, you have no idea what temperament those horses have. Still would be cool if you could though. “Whatever, let's go!” You run off towards the house, leaving your friend to scramble after you.

In the process you accidentally trip over something, but as per usual you simply get up and keep going. When Alexis does finally catch up to you, shes huffing and holding up something small and light in her free hand. The other is gripping onto her cookie basket. She calls your name and then suddenly stops, looking past you at…

Huh. That guy’s nearly as big as his horses. Once more you are overcome with a similar urge to ride on his shoulders. He kinda looks familiar actually…

Alexis comes up to your side, fussing over you and you quickly realize why. There's blood in your mouth, and that's when you realize the thing she's holding just so happens to be one of your front two teeth.

The big man seems even more concerned by the sight of blood, he slings the shotgun he was holding over his back and awkwardly bends down to you speaking in what you assume is german. “Geht es dir gut, Kleiner?” He talks weirdly soft for such a big fella.

At the absolute blank look you give him he blinks, and then translates, “Are you alright?”

“Oh uhhhhh” You ponder the question, are you? Yeah, mostly anyway. You can't feel any pain, but the taste of blood isn't exactly something you enjoy and its quickly overtaking your mouth. You spit to the side, smile, then give him a thumbs up with your free hand. However, when you’re missing a tooth and your teeth are stained with blood- it doesn't serve to reassure him.

Alexis takes hold of your shoulders and pries your mouth open, (in the process temporarily setting down her cookies), looking at the gap in your teeth intently to make sure you’re alright.

She frowns and turns to the big fellow- (who oddly enough seems more nervous of her than she is of him, he stiffens) -with a scowl. She isn't meaning too, you know, she just happens to have a resting bitch face, but the man doesn't know that. “Can we borrow your sink?”

The man seems to clearly have questions, namely why the hell you’re here, until he notices your sashes. “Pfadfinderinnen...?” He mumbles to himself, then upon being blankly stared at by the unwavering gaze of Alexis he nods, guiding the two of you to the house.

Not by leading you there, but rather by standing behind you and ushering the two of you forward like you were little mice. Mice that bite apparently, because despite ushering you forward he keeps a wide berth, as if scared to get too close and frighten you.

(Which you thought was strange considering out of you and Alexis, he was the more nervous one.)

Normally you wouldn't care too much about your missing tooth. Cause well- now you could get some extra pocket money from the tooth fairy! But right now, you do wanna go inside and rinse out your mouth. As much as you could suck up the taste of your own blood- you would rather not pedal all the way home with it. Also you wanna get a good look at where your tooth is missing. Plus maybe you could pull sympathy points and get this guy to buy a bunch a’ cookies, considering you tripped on his property, It was worth a shot.

He seems so weirdly familiar, that you can't help but stare. Oddly enough, this only makes him even more awkward. Does he recognize you? Once the three of you are inside, before Alexis can shove you off to the bathroom mirror and sink, you bluntly say, “Do I know you? You’re weirdly familiar…”

You frown, trying to figure out where you've seen him before. He stiffens but before he can respond, Alexis is pulling you into his restroom. Predictably, the counters are built for him and therefore tall as fuck, so she has to help you climb up there so you can comfortably rinse your mouth out without struggle. Now sitting on the countertop, blood washed down the drain, you inspect your mouth.

“Hahah! Alexis look- look-!” You say excitedly, pointing to the gap to which she just sighs. You turn on her, leaning forward excitedly, “Wait-! Wait wait wait- did you get my tooth?”

She looks at you blankly, saying your name.

“...Yeah?”

“Of course I picked up the tooth, why wouldn't i?” She fishes it out of her pocket, accidentally pulling out various random strings and threads it was tangled in. In the process, pulling out a few pebbles and other assorted nicknacks. They clatter to the ground but she pays them no mind.

You hold both your hands out for her to place the tooth in your open palms. It's covered in blood, dirt, and pocket lint.

“Its beautiful.” You say with a large grin to which she nods seriously, “How much you think I'll get for it???” There's excitement in your tone.

She ponders for a moment, “Well- for my first one I got 15 dollars. My first front one was worth a pretty penny too… I heard that Maxie got 20 for his first tooth.” She shrugs, you both grin, matching smiles that say, ‘Oh we are so going to the candy shop later.’

You hop off the counter and then the two of you are speaking to each other in hushed but excited tones, leaning into each other and swinging your baskets. When you walk back into the living room, you find the man awkwardly standing there. It's then you nudge Alexis.

(Mostly because she doesn't get to make sales often, she never was very good at talking to people. Some could say her personality was an acquired taste, she was blunt and awkward, however, luckily for her, the man in front of you both seemed even more awkward.)

(Typically cherry made all the sales, and if not her, than you. So- you wanted to give Alexis a chance to shine.)

“Oh yeah.” She blinks and then turns to the man.

“Uh- Hey mister.” She looks him directly in his eyes, he seems uncomfortable at the direct attention. “You want cookies?”

He blinks.

She blinks.

“...Cookies?”

“Yup.”

…The man is silent after that. So is Alexis. They both just stare at each other awkwardly. Well, you were proud of her for trying and that's all that mattered-! “Sure.” Wait what? That worked?

Alexis blinks, seemingly just as surprised as you. She shuffles with her cookie basket, “Okay.” She says, and then more silence ensues. You nudge her gently and she kickstarts again, “Uh- what flavor do you want?”

“What is good?” He inquires, tilting his head slightly to which Alexis looks at you at the same time you look at her. The two of you share a glance with meaning behind it. And then you’re pulling out boxes and doing what you did best: talking.

With your sales pitch, combined with the genuine occasional comments of Alexis, you end up talking for a whole 20 minutes. By the time you are finished, the man now has an armful of different cookie boxes. Everytime he would so much as make any sort of positive comment, or hum or “I see…” Alexis would silently bring him that flavor and hold it up to him. Too awkward to refuse, he simply took each box.

“Uh- kleines Mädchen- you gave me two of this one…” He says almost timidly at Alexis while you ramble about Trefoils. She stares up at him, unblinking.

“That ones my favorite.” She says simply, as if that explains everything. Konig can't find himself to protest against her absolute deadpan as she settles the box of Adventurfuls in his arms with the rest.

At some point he sat down in his armchair, making it much easier for Alexis to slowly yet surely add to the growing pile of cookies he holds.

“-It's a classic, these are based off of the original girl scout cookie recipe! You just gotta try em Mister- i mean the texture is just to die for-” You let Alexis take the Trefoils from your hands and replace it with a box of thin mints. She slowly and calmly goes to add the Trefoils to the pile.

“Oh! Now this one- lemme tell ya Mister- this is like the girl scout cookie, everyone loves a good thin mint!”

You don't even have to say more about that one before Alexis takes it and puts in his arms, patting the top of the box gently. Then she walks back over to you and holds her basket in both her hands, silent. She's pulling out a sheet of paper from her basket, and a pencil from her pocket, scribbling away as you finish your spiel.

“-And that concludes all the flavors!” He blinks, looking relieved to finally be free, alas you continue, “-Lets see for all that, that’a be…”

You turn towards Alexis who was calculating on her paper and cuts in with a casual, “372 dollars and 46 cents.”

To your delight, he simply shuffles, careful not to let any of the boxes fall as he dejectedly gets his wallet. He pulls out four 100 dollar bills and softly tells you to keep the change, you and Alexis’s eyes are wide as you stare at the money now in your hands. The two of you share a glance and then with your sweetest (now gap toothed) smile, you thank him.

Then with hardly any more words you and Alexis book it out of there, waving goodbye and leaving him stunned. Alexis is just staring at the money with wide, amazed eyes and you are excitedly chatting her ear off.

“Look at that! I can't believe you managed to get such a good sale- oh my god Cherry is gonna flip! You probably got us halfway to our quota already-!”

“I… I did that?” She says in slight amazement, technically you both did, but you'll let your friend have the win on this one.

“Yeah!”

“Yeah…” She says, a small smile growing on her face as you playfully shove her.

“See- i told you this would be worth it.”

She blinks and then looks very concerned all of a sudden. She says your name with a growing horror. You tilt your head, urging her to continue. She gestures to the sun which is starting to fade. Shit. And then the two of you end up frantically pedaling back to town, panickedly laughing all the way. It isn't until you are home and in bed that you remember why the large fellow was so familiar.

He's the guy you threatened to ban from your Pappy's shop a month ago!

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bizlybebo · 5 months

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welcome to mutualhood with me I love you now do you ever think about gillion tidestrider

o em gee hello

i think about gillion tidestrider an unhealthy amount. i just experienced the “my final sin; i hate you” monologue for the first time last night and let me tell you i have some WORDS

(i’m using this ask as an excuse to ramble about gill because i’m usually a jay main but i adore all of albatrio so much and gillion is just AUUGH)

obligatory no spoilers pls as i’m on episode 80,, so also like. spoiler warnings!!

the more we learn about the past the more it just fucking stings, and you can so clearly see the way it’s shaped his friendships on the overseas. he was forced into the box of something incredibly demanding, ie the chosen one, at such a young age. it practically seems to be to the point where he wasn’t even allowed to think for himself.

i honestly think a lot of his journey with the albatrio has been healing in the sense that he feels like he’s able to be the thing for chip and jay that he never had growing up.

despite his hardships with chip, he always encouraged him to be a better person, he made him a better person, but every time along the way he assured him that he was always good to begin with. he let him know he was enough at every step of the way, and he regarded him highly even from the very beginning, like how he put so much significance into that battle in episode 15.

no one ever told gillion he was enough. that he was good. they only ever told him to be more.

in the block, he allowed jay to shoot him, and he went down to (what he thought was) certain death with a smile on his face. he begged her to just tell him what it was he had to fight for, because he would fucking fight for it because she was jay. he supported her freedom to choose her path in life. and after it was revealed that she betrayed them he still trusted her. he let her move on after she fucked up.

nobody supported his freedom. nobody let him choose. nobody let him move on from his mistakes.

nobody fought for him.

AND THE IMPACT HE’S HAD ON THEM IN RETURN?? IS CRAZY. OHHH MY GOD DONT GET ME STARTED.

IM CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING THE GILLIGONE ARC AND GAHHH

CHIP HOLDING ONTO HIS SWORD AS A KEEPSAKE WHILE HE’S GONE??? SAYING THAT HE ISNT SCARED BECAUSE “GILLION WOULDNT BE” OH MY GOD.

JAY BEING IN THE MIDDLE OF COMBAT WHEN THE DOCTOR BRINGS UP GILLION AND HIS ABSENCE. AND SHE SAYS “IF HE WAS HERE YOU WOULD ALREADY BE DEAD.” HELLO THATS SO FUCKING METAL.

#vixen rambles #jrwi #vixen answers #just roll with it #jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider #obligatory ‘no spoilers please’ tag #on ep 80

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bluejelly8 · 7 months

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so i am sobbing uncontrollably after finishing Midnight Mass and I'm really glad i didn't see it sooner. Its very good but i was not in the place to see it or process it then and im still not sure if i am now, but i am typing this in tears because god fucking dammit I have lived pieces of that show.

little pieces, tiny pieces, but those pieces changed and defined so much of my life and in many ways still do.

For starters, Riley and I share a name and an attitude with the church. I have had the same conversation he had with his father at the beginning of the show many, many, times. I have been made to sit through my own confirmation and see the entire congregation look over at me as i sat in the pew because my fucking name was still in the hand out listing the confirmation candidates. My best friend got confirmed to appease her parents, but i was stubborn and i wouldnt on principle. That doesnt really matter and i dont want to ramble, but needless to say, going into this show i knew it would be emotionally heavy for me for that reason.

I have met so many people like Bev in my life. I have sat in churches just like St. Patricks and I know that is the point but Flanagan makes it well. I watched Riley sit back for eucharist and i watched the camera zoom in on his face and the empty pews behind him. I know that feeling. I know that feeling of isolation and loneliness in a place where supposedly you are never alone. Because god is in all his churches.

And i was so scared watching this show that i would watch him find faith where i have failed to. I have been burned so, so, so many times by atheist characters converting and its a celebration and 'thank god they found god!' and the relief i felt as he burned away on that boat I cannot describe. I dont honestly think i can describe how this show has made me feel at all, but i am still crying.

Hearing Erin's speech at the end. Watching Hassan and Ali pray on the beach, one last time. Seeing everyone gather in the square to sing, one last time. To praise their god one last time, to pray for his mercy and forgiveness and to know that they would be granted it. To watch John and Mildred hold their baby. To see that bitch Bev try to dig a hole in the beach only to die screaming and in agony. She is the only one who screamed.

I dont really know where im going with this, sort of just train of consciousness-ing this i guess. But i think there was something really cathartic in this for me and nothing nothing has left me this shattered yet whole before.

im not one to usually post anything here and the first rb or message i get from someone saying 'not all christians' or 'jesus loves you' or fucking anything like that ill delete this post and block the fuck out of you. You can keep that shit to yourself. Yeah i didnt have to post this, but you dont have to say anything, either. And that seems hostile but i am sick and tired of being told shit i already know.

#midnight mass #mike flanagan #vent post #vent #at least i think this is a vent idk anymore #this show has done something for me that no priest or deacon has managed to do in entire life #tw catholicism #midnight mass spoilers #yeah mike fucked me up with this one #good on him #religious trauma #that tag also feels fair #i have to remind myself that thats what it is #tw religion #tw religious trauma #those only seem fair too for someone else

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thedawningofthehour · 5 months

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Helloo!! I havent finished the latest chapter yet, but the second part of Galois‘ perspective made me wonder!! There was a choice to be made for Donatello, had he submitted to Draxum right away, he would have lived on as Donatello. Would Draxum still have changed his memories to that degree?? As in, would Donnie think he was raised by Draxum orr would he have only manipulated him to make him believe he was willingly working with Draxum. Im guessing, had he joined Draxum sooner, he wouldnt have his scars on his wrists and ankles, so there would be no story of him being held captive by the foot, would there?? Anywayy, gonna enjoy the rest of it now

I'm trying to remember what I even thought in the beginning. Draxum wasn't going to completely rewrite him if he didn't have to, but thinking about it I definitely think he would have done something. I mean, come on, he's smart. And he obviously understands and respects how smart Donnie is. So he knows that he can't underestimate Donnie, because Donnie can and will wreck his shit.

Likely, Draxum would have cast the second part of the spell that made him super agreeable and unable to doubt anything Draxum told him, just to sort of tweak his moral compass (lol, Donnie's moral compass spinning wheel of doom) and ensure his loyalty. This was a lower intensity spell and he wouldn't have needed Hypno for it. He might have erased Donnie's memory of that day, just to keep him from getting fussy about the whole 'arm-breaking and welding you to a table' thing. (but that's fairly easy to do, and easy to explain away) He probably would have cooked up some story about rescuing Donnie from X villain and then taking him home to treat his injuries. Maybe he would have still blamed the Foot, they were a convenient scapegoat.

No, he would not have his scars, those are there because Donnie basically degloved himself. It wasn't even a single injury, it was a thousand of little ones all stacked up on top of each other and then were prevented from healing because he kept reinjuring himself. If Draxum had been able to take them off within the day he would have had some marks and cuts, (Donnie had more strength to struggle at first, plus he was on painkillers while Draxum healed his arm so he might not have even realized he was hurting himself) but they would have been healed pretty easily. If Draxum wiped his memory of the previous day he might have said Donnie was out of it and thrashing around while Draxum was trying to treat him and needed to be restrained for his safety. (which happens-my mom tried to fight the dentist when she had to get a few teeth pulled)(she lost btw) He would have let Donnie tell his family that he was alright, if not where he was. Once he felt confident enough in Donnie's loyalty to allow him to communicate more regularly with his brothers and maybe even see them in person, he'd spin some story about only intending to treat Donnie's wounds and send him home once he was out of danger, but they got to talking and just struck up such an understanding or some bullshit like that. His original plan had a secondary goal of changing the minds of the other turtles, but that was more of a bonus thing. He only needed Donnie.

#the real answer is i didn't think about it that much when i wrote the first table arc chapters but here we are #doth asks #donatello #baron draxum

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alastairstom · 4 months

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buckle up, buttercups, i'm about to tell you about the most insane two weeks of my life

okay. so to preface this, i have definitely had an edible or two. so it's going to have kinda weird prose.

when i was a junior in high school, i went with my chinese class on a 2 week long exchange program to china. it was a really amazing country, rich in history and culture, and i am so glad i went.

but there was a catch.

my chaperon - we'll just call her laoshi - was the absolute worst chaperone ever. like, literally, worst in the history of mankind. before we went to china, she refused to get a new cell phone sim that would work in the country. so we had absolutely no means of contacting her if we didn't know her whereabouts. she also failed to convey our allergy information and other dietary restrictions in china, so i was fed oily carrot soup. (she also deadass gave us alcohol several times)

but everything was worse for my raw-vegetable vegan roommate. we'll call her o. o was a wonderful person.

when we were in china, we were on a tour trip. so we got all of our amenities. part of that was one (1) bottle of water to last the entire day. laoshi failed to get us more water, and it was scarce in our locations. tap water isn't potable, so we were at the whims of street vendors with water bottles and they were not everywhere. even if they were, laoshi wouldnt necessarily let us stop. it was about 115 degrees farenheit.

she also did not tell us where she would be staying. we asked her to take us to the pool one night, she literally just told us to get in the van with a strange dude and went to her room qhere we had no way of contacting her. we declined the ride and the trip to the pool because we had to be responsible for ourselves.

two of the kids in my group started dating, d and k. they were staying in each other's rooms every night and having sex. the teacher, at the end of the trip ddid not know they were dating and they were super into pda.

my o the raw vegetable vegan has no choice but to eat meat for the duration of the trip. this inevitably makes her extremely sick. one night, she is throwing up from the other side of the hotel bed. over and over. she is so ill and so miserable. i am scared for her safety but WOOT WOOT can't call a teacher. so i, age 16, am now tasked with this situation. so i go down to the desk and ask the hotel manager where she is. they don't know. it is a nightmare. i ask for them to send a cleaner.

i go back up to the room. o thinks some tea might settle her stomach a bit and i agree, so i make a pot of tea. i am so exhausted. it is like 4 am. i have been cleaning up after o and helping her all night. so i am stupid and i pour the hot, BOILING water on my hand. i shit you not. i sustained third degree burns. but still have no means of contacting an adult.

the cleaning lady comes. she begins to vomit sympathetically.

i am in the worst possible position. o is crying and apologizing and i am crying over my hand. so i go down to the front desk to get burn heal cream. we also had a conversation about getting a laxative for my roommate. i don't know how to say laxative. i say 'you take medicine, you get diarhea' because laoshi had taught us those words.

the entire rest of the trip is me applying that (very good) salve and reapplying gauze in the bathroom so laoshi doesnt notice the serious medical issue emerging on my hand.

o is meanwhile still vilely ill. i'm sad because i love her. we are super close at this point because we've undergone this horrific experience together in 2 weeks.

the rest of our trip, she doesn't notice. we get on the plane. i ask d and k if they want me to change seats so they can be together. laoshi asks why

@thevagabondexpress

#personal

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kai-anderson-whore · 1 year

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a jimmy darling x reader with angst where she takes care of him after he loses his hands? Like changing his bandages, clothes, feeding him… basically everything out sweet lobster boy can’t do by himself? 🥺

Yes absolutely hope you enjoy 🥰

Just call me Florence (jimmy darling x reader)

Warnings: mentions of being arrested and the body's in the museum, Jimmy's hands situation and maggie

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*flashback*

It all happened so fast when Jimmy was taking into police custody for allegedly commiting the horrific crime at a tupperware party you didn't understand it jimmy wouldnt hurt a fly touch a hair on anybodies head everybody knew that so why was he being wrongly accused.

The next morning Maggie ushered you and desiree to show you something you wondered what, only for a bigger horror to unfold, everyone you loved in glass tanks, salty, ma petite, Jimmy's hands you immediately broke down thinking the worst what if the police did to meap to jimmy your head rushed million miles.

You felt the anger coursing through your body, "you did this" you yelled at Maggie she couldn't help but cry to she loved jimmy but not as much as you, he was your best friend, "I'm so sorry y/n i-i didn't know Jimmy's hands would be here I swear" Maggie pleaded you weren't having it.

"That was the only reason why you were even at the freakshow to begin with" you scoffed leaving the building and going to see Jimmy's father, you knew dell was going to see jimmy but you needed to go there as well find out what on earth happened.

You and dell made it to the prison jimmy wasn't there you asked the officers where he was they told you at the hospital it settled your nerves to know he was alive but not fully, dell drove to the hospital your leg bounced in fear at what you will come across.

You rushed through the wards to find jimmy laying there in pain a tray of untouched food at the table beside him, his hands in bloody bandages that's when dell promised to get jimmy out of there.

*flashback over*

You never understood why jimmy put such trust in Stanley by literally betting his own two hands to get out of prison when it was all lies, you felt bad for him he was constantly kicking himself because of it you assured jimmy it wasn't his fault he needed to do what he had to do to get out of there.

You wished you had a magic wand and give jimmy his hands back or give your own, jimmy was now in a shed recovering elsa would try and get Maggie to fed him and change his bandages but he refused to let her touch him for good reason.

Elsa pleaded with you to try and help jimmy after all you are his best friend he trusts you with every bone in his body, you didn't need to be told twice you grabbed the food off Maggie's hand and went over to jimmy, he was asleep his bandages all soaked in blood desperately needing changed.

"Jimmy" you voice was soft as you went closer to him with the food in hand, "jimmy" he started to spir awake his eyes adjusting to the daylight seeping through the door, "y/n it's you" he weakly smiled he was glad to see you he needed his best friend right now.

"Can I dress your wounds and change the bandages?" You asked setting the food on the bedside table, jimmy let out a small chuckle "Yeah I'll let you no one else especially her" you let out a smile at least your getting somewhere, you took out the supplies you needed unwrapping the dirty bandages from his arm.

"This is going to hurt like a bitch" you said preparing him for the stinging of the wounds, you cleaned the wound with rubbing alcohol Jimmy's teeth gritted wincing with the pain, "I'm sorry" you grimced you hated hurting him even though it had to be done, "Hey it's okay not everyday you get treated by a beautiful nurse" jimmy smirked cheekily making you blush.

"Well just call me Florence" you joked along wrapping clean bandages on him, jimmy laughed along at your joke occasion wincing with the pain, "that's you all bandaged up now you need to eat jimmy you've not been eating elsa said" you scolded.

"I'm not eating or getting my bandages changed because Maggie keeps trying to do it and I don't want her near me not after everything" jimmy said his anger starting to raise by the thought of Maggie, "I know jimmy and I certainly don't blame you I'm beyond pissed at her but you do need to eat and get them changed jimmy" you paused before continuing again "tell you what I'll look after you from now on how does that sound" you smiled.

"Yeah that would be nice thanks y/n" Jimmy smiled as you forked some food up feeding jimmy you couldn't help but blush as he made eye contact with you as you fed him.

"I'll bring you clean pyjamas too these ones need washed" you said feeding jimmy his last bit of food, he chewed before speaking nodding, "Yeah thanks y/n would you mind changing me I'd rather you look after me" he asked wanting to make sure your comfortable with what he requested.

"Sure jimmy if that means your looked after I'm fine with it" you smiled leaving him to grab clean clothes, as you walked out you bumped into Maggie who was waiting on you "how is he?" She asked noticing her worry you let out a scoff shaking your head "why would you care if you hadn't cane here jimmy would still have his hands right now" you snapped budging past her.

"I'm sorry for everything y/n I'm going to make it right I swear" she promised you stopped dead in your tracks Turning around, "how can you make it right half of my family is dead because of you and Stanley if I were you I'd run as far away as possible" you stated Maggie had tears in her eyes pleading no.

"I'm not doing that I will make this right" you cried you just ignored her walking to Jimmy's trailer fetching clean pyjamas for him and other things he may need, before going back to him.

"Right these ones okay for you jimmy?" You asked holding up the clean pyjamas for him jimmy smiled nodding in approval, "what was that about?" He asked "what was what about?" You asked unsure, "with maggie".

"Oh yeah she said she's going to make it right and she's sorry for everything I told her if I were her I'd leave town" you summarised to jimmy who smirked at your forwardness to Maggie, "take it she's not taking the advise" he concluded.

"No I don't even want to talk about her right now just making me mad" you sighed assisting jimmy into clean pyjamas, once you were finished you went to leave again till Jimmy stopped you.

"Y/n wait" you turned around your eyes on Jimmy's brown ones, they were filled with nerves glassy, puffy and red from the pain, "stay a bit longer please I could use the company" jimmy asked you smiled and nodded sitting at the foot of the bed.

You and Jimmy talked about anything and everything you could just like old times it was nice but soon night creeped through the sky you departed from jimmy saying your goodbyes.

You slept that night with a smile knowing jimmy was getting help and you were the only one he'd let help him.

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