#no there is no evidence its just gonna happen mark their words

[petvles]

Okay so lemme tell you about my ghost theory thats been boiling my brain alive for at least a month, with Nihil coming up in the chapters more and more we can clearly see that his ghost is becoming less spectre, more corporeal. That plus the fact that they keep reanimating him for the miasma solo plus the fact that they're giving so much attention to moac makes me believe that he craves to return to the spotlight once more.

So my current theory is this: Copia is not going to die, but Nihil is going to possess his body and take his place as papa and head of the Ghost project. The new poster where Copia has two white eyes only further adds to this because copia has one white eye, but (old) nihil has always had two

#that or jesus is kevin #who knows #the band ghost #papa emeritus iv #copia #nihil #i also have a hunch that we're going to get more songs from the 7'' ep #but dont quote me on that #its been a couple days since i wrote this and i want to add that i think we're gonna either get a new nihil ep or more songs on the 7'' ep #and i think that the two white eyes could also mean that copia is gonna go full antichrist like his papa before him #but for now im sticking with the possession theory thanks for listening #jani chats #@zwierendezwam wanted me to let yall know that my theory is wrong #instead the theory now is that terzos gonna be resurrected to announce hes vegan #no there is no evidence its just gonna happen mark their words

[lambertdiary]

FAKE DATING WITH MIKE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU the plot can be whatever you want but please

A/N: The 'fake dating' trope is genuinely one of my favourites so it's safe to say I had a lot of fun coming up with the plot for this one. I'll post a part two if you guys enjoy this one, so please let me know what you think!!

Word Count: 3.5k+

Warnings: language and I guess that's it

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This Love Is Just For Show

It was a slow day at your job. Even though it was a Thursday morning and it was usually really busy at this time, the number of customers coming through the door was significantly lower than any other morning, but you were thankful that you didn’t have to do a million things at the time this early.

You worked at a coffee shop and have worked there for a while, so you were used to the crazy job and by this point, you remembered most of the recurring customers, but you always waited for one in particular.

You heard the little bell that indicated that a customer had entered the coffee shop, so you quickly finished arranging the coffee cups behind the counter before turning to greet your customer. You fought the smile that threatened to creep its way onto your face when you saw who it was, and gave him a nonchalant expression instead.

“Hey Mike”

“Hi” He greeted you back with a smile.

“You want your usual, right?”

“So no small talk today, I suppose” Mike leant his forearms on the counter.

“Sorry, it’s kinda busy back here”

He looked around at the almost empty café “I’m not gonna steal more of your time then. I’ll have my usual”

You took a medium cup and used it to cover your smile, marking up his exact coffee order and writing his name at the bottom.

“You know, my offer to go out for coffee still stands. Maybe at a place you don’t have to make it”

You giggle as you put down the cup, typing a few words into the computer in front of you “You’re very sweet Mike but we’ve been through this, I don’t-”

“Date customers, I know” He finished your sentence.

“Look at that, you do remember. And yet, you keep on asking”

“Just hoping you’ll change your mind, I guess”

You shook your head “Not gonna happen”

“Alright, I’ll stop” He took out his wallet and paid for his drink “I’ll just try again in a month or two. Thanks”

He immediately walked to the other end of the counter to wait for his drink, constantly eying you while you took someone else’s order. You were looking his way too, but way more discreetly than he was.

When he finally got his coffee, he thanked your coworker and walked towards the door, turning his head around for a moment to face you “Bye, I’ll see you tomorrow”

Your eyes lingered on the glass doors after he left. You thought he was attractive, sweet, funny and just nice to have around, but you didn’t know whether you liked him like that or not but sometimes you thought you’d like to find out and go out with him, but you couldn’t do it. The real reason you had rejected every single one of his invitations wasn’t the one you gave him every time he asked, it was because you got out of a messy relationship 6 months ago and you weren’t ready to commit to anything, not yet.

Hours later your shift finally came to an end and you were ready to get out of there, you had a lot to do after all. You were in a hurry, so after taking all of your things you made your way to your car and drove to the grocery store.

After finding a parking spot you entered the massive building, guiding the shopping cart in front of you. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts looking down at your phone as you checked your shopping list, you didn’t notice the familiar face quickly approaching you.

“Y/N?” Your head snapped up as you immediately recognised the voice. You forced a smile while trying really hard to keep your eyes from widening.

“Nick, hi” The shock of seeing your ex-boyfriend for the first time since the breakup was more evident than you had intended.

“It’s been so long, how have you been?”

“Good, things are good” An awkward silence took over your conversation as quickly as it had started. The two of you smiled at each other politely, discomfort present in both of your eyes “How about you?”

“Amazing, actually” You nodded at him in response, unsure of what to say next. Thankfully, someone else joined the conversation. A girl you recognised as one of Nick’s friends from when you were dating him.

“Y/N! It’s been so long” She approached you for a hug, which you politely accepted.

“You remember Emily” Nick said as you pulled away.

“Of course, hi!”

“This is so funny, we were just talking about you last night” Emily said, standing closer to Nick and slowly wrapping her arm around him.

“You were? Why’s that?”

“She suggested we invite you to our engagement party this weekend”

Engagement?

“Oh my god, you guys are engaged” If you weren’t in shock before, you certainly were now “That’s amazing!” You wrapped your arms around them and pulled both of them into a hug, hoping this would prove to him that you really were happy for them. Even though that was far from the truth.

You pulled away after a few seconds, building up the perfect fake smile “I know it’s a bit of a shocker since Nick and I were just friends when you guys were dating, but I hope it’s not weird or anything”

“Please, not at all. I- I’m really happy for you guys”

“Thank you” Emily held your hand momentarily before dropping it and taking it back to her financé’s arm “So, are you coming?”

You thought about it for a moment. You really didn’t wanna go, but you thought that if you showed up you would show them how okay you were with their engagement. Even though you weren’t, since you broke up with Nick just six months ago and out of nowhere he’s engaged now, and you… you hadn’t even gone on a single date since then.

“Of course I’ll be there”

“Great! Should we save an extra seat for a special someone?” Emily asked with a wink.

You could feel your face burn as you thought of the lack of a love life, but your mouth was faster than your brain “Yes, I’ll bring my boyfriend with me”

Fuck.

“Oh” You hear Nick whisper.

“I mean I’ll ask him if he can make it, but you know, he gets really busy sometimes, so-”

“Okay, well I’ll have Nick text you the details later but I guess I’ll see you on Saturday!” Emily pulled you in for another hug, and Nick just waved at you as the both walked away from you.

You were left standing there alone, feeling like a complete loser. You didn’t have feelings for him or anything, and you wished you didn’t care about his engagement but you just couldn't help it.

Your relationship with him was complicated, and your breakup was so messy it took a while to pick up the pieces, and the main reason for that was because he swore he would never want to get married. After being together for a couple of years you moved in together for a few months, leading you to think he’d propose eventually, but he said that was the most you’d get from him. Now six months later he’s engaged to one of his friends…

You barely had the energy to finish with your grocery shopping. You were cursing yourself for saying you would go to their engagement party and on top of everything making up a fake boyfriend. Why couldn’t you just say you were busy? Any other answer would have been better than that.

You went home with a lot on your mind, and Nick’s text with all the details for Saturday just made it worse. You let out a loud sigh as you collapsed on your bed, going through your contacts list to see if you could find someone who would be willing to be your fake boyfriend for a night.

You quickly gave up as you realised how crazy it would be to make such a request, so maybe it would be better if you came up with an excuse and said you wouldn’t be able to make it.

Unless…

You typed Mike’s name on your contacts, hoping you’d find his number there. He gave it to you a couple of months ago, written on a napkin after going to the coffee shop for a week straight. You were almost crossing your fingers, urging that your past self saved it, but you assumed you got rid of it since it wasn’t on your phone.

You sigh again, too tired to think of more solutions.

⋆ ★ ⋆ ★

The next day wasn’t any better. The party that was taking place the next day was flooding your mind and unfortunately for you, the possibilities of ending up looking like a loser in front of everyone were high.

Everyone around you seemed to notice something was off, but with the busy morning that kept everyone doing something they didn’t have time to ask you the reason. That was definitely a relief, you would hate to admit what your current problem was.

Customers kept coming and that almost made you forget about the whole fake boyfriend thing, until you saw Mike approach the counter with a big smile.

“Hi” You shyly smile back at him.

“Hi, I’ll just have my usual”

You nodded as you grabbed a medium cup. You were debating in your mind whether or not it would be a good idea to ask him for help, but the simple thought of those words leaving your mouth made your face turn a bright red.

“And I’ll also have a cupcake”

You looked at him with furrowed brows. He had been going there every day for at least a couple of months and he never tried something new, so him making an addition to his order took you by surprise “Oh, what’s the occasion?”

“Buying a few extra seconds, I guess” He replied like it was no big deal. He took out his wallet ready to pay for his order, smiling when he noticed your blushed face.

If he was willing to buy a cupcake just to talk to you for a little longer, maybe he would be down to go to a party with you and pretend to be your boyfriend for a night. After all, he had been begging you for a date nearly everyday since the day you met him, and that would count as one, right?

You looked at the cupcake tray that was sitting next to you, naming the cupcake flavours while you kept a collected expression despite the heat rushing to your cheeks as you wrote your phone number down on his cup, right next to his name.

“Uh- we have vanilla, chocolate, blueberry-”

“Which one is your favourite?” He interrupted you.

“Red velvet with cream cheese frosting”

“I’ll have that one”

You tried to suppress your smile as you reached for the cupcake, blushing a little harder when your hand brushed his “Enjoy it”

“I will, or I guess I’ll let you know what I think on Monday” You looked down and grabbed his receipt, keeping your eyes fixated on the screen in front of you when you handed it to him “Thanks” Mike said, and you panicked when he started to walk away, and once again your mouth acted on instinct.

“I get off at 4” You spit out, making him stop and take a step back as you cursed yourself for how pathetic you sounded.

“Huh?”

“Today, I- I get off at 4” You repeated, thinking of something else to say “You can call me and- and maybe I’ll see you later”

A smile appeared on his face “Yeah, sure. I’ll give you a call” He nodded quickly, but stopped when he realised “I’d love to have your number, though”

“On your cup”

His smile grew bigger, and you could almost notice his tinted cheeks “I’ll talk to you later, then”

You nodded as he walked away, pushing away your embarrassment as you fixed your face to attend a new customer. You tried to stay focused on the order, but the cheeky smile from your coworker made you blush again.

“Shut up” You said, rolling your eyes at her.

The rest of the day went by painfully slowly. You were dying to check your phone to see if he had called you or at least texted you, but it was so busy that you didn’t have the time for that.

At the same time you were hoping he’d take his time reaching out to you. You felt guilty dragging him into your little show and you knew if you went out with him you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from asking him.

When your lunch break came you literally ran to the back to get your phone, your heart skipping a beat when you read the last notification.

Unknown: Hey, it’s Mike

You saved his contact right away, and then took a little too long to think of a response, writing and deleting the message a few times before finally sending one back.

You: This is Y/N!

You rolled your eyes at your own message, and only a few seconds later your phone started ringing, his name showing on the tiny screen. You froze for a moment, but rushed to answer when it rang for the second time.

“Hi” You said in a shy tone.

“Hi. Sorry for calling but it’s way easier than texting”

“Don’t worry, I agree” You let out a little giggle before continuing “I guess I should apologise for earlier today”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, writing my number on your cup-”

“No need to apologise” He interrupted you “I’ve been meaning to ask you, what changed?”

‘I ran into my now engaged ex boyfriend and made up a fake boyfriend so I desperately need your help’ you thought to yourself, but of course you couldn’t say that, not yet anyway.

“I, uh- I thought about your offer, and coffee sounds nice”

“Well… I know a place, they have the best red velvet cupcakes-”

“Definitely not here” You stop him before you let out another laugh, even though you knew he was joking “We can meet somewhere else, what time do you get off?”

“Oh, so you really did mean tonight” Mike sighs loudly, taking a hand to his hair as he tries to think of someone who could babysit his sister.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to bury your embarrassment at how desperate you sounded “Sorry, we can try some other time-”

“No” He’s quick to cut you off “I just need to find a babysitter for Abby-”

“Who’s Abby?”

“My little sister, but the babysitter leaves at 6”

“Right, I understand” You try to think of a solution without sounding more desperate than you already were, but maybe it was for the best if you didn’t see him tonight.

“I’m gonna call her and ask if she can stay with Abby for a little longer tonight”

That makes you feel bad, thinking about his little sister stuck with the babysitter just because of your big mouth. You start to come to your senses, there was no way you could lead him on like that.

You let out a loud breath before saying “Mike, actually I think it’s better if we leave it for another time”

He stays silent for a moment, but then finally replies “Uh- yeah, that’s okay”

“Sorry, it’s just-” You stop when the clock on the wall tells you your lunchtime is over “I have to go but I’ll see you on Monday”

You hand up the phone immediately, the guilt coming back to you for a different reason.

You spend the rest of your shift thinking of excuses for your absence to the party, knowing that that’s what you should have done from the beginning. When you leave you’re so caught up on your thoughts you almost don’t recognise the person waiting for you outside.

“Mike?”

“Hi, yeah- uh sorry” He put his hands on his pockets, looking down at the ground “You sounded a little weird on the phone earlier”

“I had to go back to work, sorry”

“Right, I know… so, about the coffee-”

“Y/N!” Mike is interrupted by a voice you hated to recognize. You closed your eyes momentarily as you let out a breath, mentally preparing yourself to talk to her again “We have to stop running into each other like this”

“Emily, so nice to see you again” You say with a convincing smile.

“You too” She inspects your outfit and the building behind you, a smirk appearing on her face when her eyes landed on you again “I see you’re still working at the café”

You don’t say anything but your blood starts to boil, but at the same time you’re trying hard to hide your embarrassment.

Mike looked at you as soon as those words left her mouth, trying to read your expression, but when you didn’t say anything he decided to jump in “Hi, I’m Mike”

“Oh hi, I’m Emily” They shook hands and she carefully examined him almost entirely, and Mike dropped it after just a moment “I used to be friends with Y/N. Well, with her ex boyfriend, but he’s now my fiancé” She said as she showed off her ring, and the two of you simply nodded “Oh… you must be Y/N’s boyfriend”

Emily’s eyes fixated on you, giving you the same intimidating look she always gave you, making you break and fall into a moment of weakness “Yes” You replied, and she immediately turned to Mike to give him a hug.

“You should’ve said that before, she was telling us about you last night”

He was looking at you with a million questions as his eyes gave you the most confused look you had ever seen on anyone. You mouthed the word ‘Sorry’ as they pulled away.

“You guys are coming to the party tomorrow, right?”

“We can’t make it, sorry” You grabbed Mike’s arm and pulled him closer to you, giving him an apologetic smile.

“Oh well that’s a shame”

“You never said anything about a party, baby” He looked at you, amusement building in his face.

You were sure your face has never been more red than it is right now, you truly didn’t know what to say to that “Uh I- I’m sorry, I guess I forgot”

“We’ll be there”

“Mike, what are you doing?” You whisper to him.

“Great! I can’t wait to see you guys tomorrow”

She starts to walk away as she waves you goodbye, and as soon as she leaves you turn to face Mike, your apology already leaving your mouth “I’m sorry, Mike I’m so sorry, I don’t know what got into me-”

“Who was that?” He interrupted you “And most importantly, why did you say I was your boyfriend”

“That was my… I used to know her when I was dating my ex boyfriend” You explained, scratching your head as you tried to think of the answer to his next question “I don’t know why I said that. I panicked but of course that’s no excuse, I shouldn't have said that, I’m so sorry”

“What did she mean you told them about me last night?”

“I didn’t, I swear I didn’t” You simply reply, but he urges you to continue “I ran into them and they invited me to their engagement party, which already was so crazy cause I didn’t think Nick would ever get married, but he would give that to Emily I guess” You start to ramble, but stop when you realise you’ve said too much “She asked me if I would bring someone with me and I don’t know why but I said yes”

“Does that have anything to do with you giving me your number today?”

“No, of course not” You rushed to reply “Look, I’m sorry I got you into this. It’s stupid and it’s immature, you don’t have to worry about her thinking you’re my boyfriend, I promise I’ll call her”

You stared for a moment, waiting for him to accept your apology, although you’d understand if he didn’t.

“I can come to the party with you”

“What?”

“I mean she’s not very nice, why give her the satisfaction? Plus, I already promised we’d be there”

“No, Mike you don’t have to do that-”

“I tried asking you on a date for weeks, I’m not gonna let it go to waste now, even if it’s not real”

You stop to think for a little too long. If he was down then what was the problem? Asking him to do that for you did cross your mind anyway, so now that he was volunteering himself you shouldn't feel as guilty, right?

“It’s just going to be for one night, and knowing Emily there will be so much free food and drinks, you just need to stay with me and maybe hold my hand a few times”

"Deal"

Thank you so much for reading! Please let me know what you think, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!!

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt fic #mike schmidt imagines #mike schmidt fanfic #mike schmidt imagine #fnaf #fnaf movie x reader #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson

[essentiallyleaf]

day 19. rimming. with. haewon.

723 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, haewon is haewon, what else is there to say, rimming, handjob, writer is the moon knight meme in this one.

notes.

im out of (barely) good ideas and im panicking. fizzlingoutly, leaf.

You didn’t think it’d be so easy getting from Haewon’s overlip leaving pink-leaning-orange (she keeps insisting she’s a cool tone, but hm, is she really?) marks on her coke glass to the same lip imprints circling your butthole as she leaves wet kisses all around it. No, it was just a quick exchange, like she was choosing what to have for lunch at Subway.

“Wait, you’ve done this already, right?” You ask her, not without a little worry.

“Nah, have you?” She spits back casually.

“I thought you were the one who ate ass and wanted me to be your mate?! You know, mate in the, Brit sense, not in the… scientific sense.” That was more complicated than it needed to be.

“I dunno, I’m just tryna have fun.” She shrugs.

The correct answer, like in the Subway situation, is to not find yourself there, but if for some reason you do, might as well try to make the best of it. And the best of it, in this case, supposedly consists in Haewon’s hands keeping your thighs wide open as you lay on your back while her tongue takes a few short, explorative trips from your testicles, down to your perineum, applying a little pressure on it, and to the edge of your puckered hole. She brings her fingers up to your previously lubricated shaft to stroke it from time to time, but your groans when she does make them retreat immediately, reminding her that no, that’s not the main dish tonight.

It feels a little weird, having something touch you down there, but when that something has the soft, smooth texture, the expert dexterity and the cunning wit of Haewon’s tongue, well, then it’s probably Haewon’s tongue that’s when weird falls into the background to make space for pleasing, as testified by your whimpers, starting sparse and now becoming more and more frequent. That’s enough evidence for the girl to deduce that it’s time to go in, and when she does without any sign of warning, the only thing that can reasonably come out of your mouth, after a loud moan, that is, is a “Fuck you!”. That’s fair, she thinks, as she keeps attacking the inside of your cavern, and fair is the answer that you receive.

“That’s only gonna happen later, be patient”

Haewon starts circling all around the inner edge of your hole, making you bring a hand to your mouth to try to contain your own groans, or worse, screams. How does the joke bear get to this? How does she go from acting as the loser girl transferring schools in 7th grade for shits and giggles, to having you struggle to keep your shit together in your own bed because she wanted to, and this should be more or less the exact quote, “tongue-punch your bussy, you little boy bitch!”? Maybe sometimes it’s better not to ask. Other times, you don’t really have the physical capability to ask because your ‘friend’ (an umbrella term, but the most appropriate one to describe the two of you, you think; again, sometimes it’s better not to ask) is alternating between pumping her tongue deep in your asshole and wrapping her lips around its entrance to suck all the air out of it. Those times, the hand that was keeping your mouth closed becomes an object just like any other to bite onto, because now it would be screams. Those times, making the best of it is letting Haewon play with her toy and focusing on not letting the whole neighborhood know about it. Not supposedly anymore.

So when the final thrusts of her tongue hit you where it pleases the most, both of her hands back on your length and stroking, the only thing you can do is wail onto your own hand while you watch spurts upon spurts of white fly up in the air and back down on your abs, the muscles of your ass flexing repeatedly around her tongue. Lay your head back down onto the pillow and let yourself catch your breath again as you spread your arms open on the bed. Not even a minute, and she’s already taking her zip-up sweater and ripped blue jeans off and throwing them on the ground.

“Come on, fucker, what did you think the main dish was?”

-

footnotes.

maybe the formula is just sleep schedule plus work ethic, times effort. mathematically, leaf.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #girl group smut #idol smut #female idol smut #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #idol x reader #idol x male reader #nmixx #haewon #oh haewon #nmixx haewon #nmixx smut #haewon smut #oh haewon smut #nmixx haewon smut

[mylarena]

kicks feet. wolf shifter au but its just soap whos a shifter and ghost is a regular human who does not know that the weird wolf who keeps showing up at his little cabin/cottage in the woods is actually john from the repair shop in the nearest village.

either that or soap just isnt present in the village at all and spends a lot of time in the fuckin woods

but like. ghost is tending to his vegetable garden one day and feels keen eyes watching him, so he observes the area around himself subtly and theres a rustle in the brush so he zeroes in on that while he goes through the motions of weeding and watering and such. and eventually he feels the eyes on him leave. so he finishes his work and goes inside (made sure to lock the door that night)

he goes out again the next day to do his tasks and eventually feels the same gaze on him. but he just pretends he doesnt know something (someone) is watching him and continues his work. eventually they leave again, and he continues on.

this happens a few more times, then one day he can actually see the eyes in the bushes. he makes eye contact, holds it until the other pair of eyes blink, then continues with his business (never turning his back to the creature)

and sllloooowly over time, the creature inches its way out of the cover of the bushes. and its the biggest fucking wolf ghost has ever seen in his damn life.

eventually the wolf just sits right outside the fence of his garden. and he starts talking to it. its not often he gets any kind of visitors out in the woods, and hes a bit of a Lone Wolf ™️ type so he doesnt really mind,,, but theres a fuckin wolf. right there. a huge ass wolf. and he starts making comments to it. which turns into full sentences, then one-sided conversations of whatever he thinks of.

then one day the wolf is inside the fence. with no evidence of how it got in. the gate is still latched, theres no holes in the fencing, no marks left from and kind of scrabble over the wood.

but the wolf is just There. Sitting. Waiting for him.

and hes apprehensive at first because theres nothing between him and this wild fucking wolf. but he goes about his day and the wolf just follows him around the garden, somehow managing to not trample a single plant (ghost sees how hes exceedingly careful to not even brush his tail against them. weird.)

by the time the sun is going down, he opens up the gate for the wolf to leave, and he just looks at him for a long moment, before ghost gestures his head for him to leave, and he does.

and the next day hes back in the fuckin garden

whats even weirder about the whole situation is the fact that the wolf engages in the conversations. not speaking words, but replying with barks and growls and whines and gestures, gestures that arent natural for a wolf, gestures that are human.

the wolf slowly inches his way closer and closer every day, eventually daring to sit right up against ghosts leg when hes taking a break. then he sets his head on his knee and looks up at him and pretty much fucking pouts until ghost hesitantly places a hand on his head. his fur is fucking soft. silky smooth, fluffy down his back, and soft as a fuckin cloud.

now that hes up close, ghost can see little scars and features that he couldnt from a distance. hes got nicks in his ears, a scar on his chin, one going over his eye, and one that looks fairly new down his chest.

some days the wolf (ghost just calls him "Wolf" in his head. he's not gonna name the fucker.) doesnt visit. ghost pretends it doesnt strike a bit of concern in him, forces himself to focus on his tasks instead of worrying about the animal.

hes a fucking wolf. he lives in the wild. he can handle himself.

what really concerns him, though, is when a harsh thunderstorm hits. its raining hard, the trees are thrashing violently in the wind, and the rumbling of thunder gets ever closer.

hes stuck inside, knowing better than to try and do jack shit outside when the wind is strong enough to take him off of his feet.

but for once he doesnt worry about his crops or the chair he keeps on his porch- he worries about Wolf.

again, wild fuckin wolf, can handle himself, but the weather is absolutely abysmal.

so ghost cant help but pace around, having forgone his usual reading after he couldnt focus on what the words on the pages were because his thoughts were consumed with worry.

the thunder is louder than ever, the lightning is absolutely blinding, and he can hear how the fence gate outside is swinging madly in the wind, having opened when the weather started growing worse. he cant hear his own breathing, the only thing he can hear is the torrent of rain and howling of the wind and his heart thumping in his chest. its a fucking wonder that he actually manages to catch the scratching at the door.

he freezes in his pacing, listening in silence for the noise to happen again, and when it does he all but rushes to the door and swings it open (the wind did most of the work, quite frankly.), and there. Wolf, soaked to the fucking bone, ears flat to his skull. ghost stares, Wolf stares back, and then theres a blinding flash of light and a deafening clap of thunder, and hes reaching out and dragging Wolf inside.

he struggles with the door for a moment, fighting against the wind, but gets it close and latched. he turns to the wild fucking wolf that stands in his actual fucking house, takes in the sight of his violent shivering and dripping pelt, and swears as he jolts into the motion of getting a towel or two to try and dry him off.

when he kneels in front of the dog, dropping a towel on his back and starting to ruffle his fur dry with it, he starts talking. talking about the shit weather, about the damage thats surely going to come to his garden, about his concern about Wolf himself, how worried he was. as he rambles, he takes note of the scratches and scrapes that hide under Wolf's thick pelt. theyre all small, likely from branches and other debris flying around while he made his way to the cabin.

theyre all small, except for a gash across the flank of his left hind leg. ghost can see the blood mixing with the rain water that pours off of him, but only realizes where the wound is when Wolf yelps when he tries to dry the spot.

he apologizes quietly, and quickly finishes drying him the best he can. he sits back on his haunches and takes in the sight of Wolf- his fur ruffled far more than usual, his blue eyes that are filled with exhaustion and lingering fear, the blood thats already starting to make its way down to the hardwood floor, and the way hes trembling like a leaf. he looks ready to fall down right there in his place. so ghost stands after giving the wolf a scratch behind the ear, and ushers him towards the crackling fire thats keeping the place warm. Wolf staggers over, managing to keep himself upright up until ghost finishes laying out a blanket on the floor for him, then practically collapses on it.

ghost heads to where he keeps his medical supplies, grabbing everything he thinks hes going to need to patch up Wolf (hes never treated an animals wounds before. hopefully it isnt too different from patching up his own). when he steps back into the room, he takes a moment to stare at the bizarre scene in front of him. a massive wolf collapsed right in front of his fireplace, eyes closed and chest nearly heaving, surrounded by ghosts neatly arranged living room furniture and bleeding onto one of his favorite blankets. shit, hes bleeding still.

spurred into action, ghost crosses the room in a few quick strides and kneels next to Wolf again. "hey," he whispers softly, watching Wolf open his eyes to look at him, "im gonna patch up your leg, yeah? might hurt a bit. ill be careful." Wolf simply whines softly, closing his eyes once more. ghost runs a hand down his side, then shifts to take a better look at his leg.

the wound isnt incredibly deep, but as he cleans it ghost can tell that itll need stitches. fuck, how is he meant to give a wolf stitches without getting his fucking face mauled off? Wolf had been docile and friendly ever since they met, but ghost also hadnt tried to poke him with a needle and thread before.

he cant just leave him without them, though. hes not keen on letting Wolf be injured and bleeding any longer than he needs to be.

"hey, Wolf," he reaches over and taps the side of Wolf's neck, "i need to stitch up your leg. are you alright with that?" ...as if a fucking wolf is going to know what that means. but Wolf lets out a whimper at his words and fucking nods at him, eyes still shut. alright then.

he prepares everything he needs, taking a look at Wolf's face and giving him a gentle scratch under his ear. "this is gonna hurt," he shifts back to look at the wound, "please dont maul me."

and Wolf doesnt. he whines and whimpers and growls a bit, baring his teeth and thrashing his head, but he never tries to attack ghost and he even keeps his leg fairly still. the whole process ghost whispers apologies, reassurances and praises. when he finishes, he wraps a bandage around the leg then sits back. "we're done now, its over." ghost looks over Wolf as he lets the tension in his body release, listening to his long, relieved whine as he goes limp. "you did good. thanks for not chewing my face off." Wolf simply huffs at him.

he stares a moment longer, but a loud hit of thunder breaks him out of it. he had fixated so intensely on Wolf that he had entirely tuned out the raging storm that was still going on.

he sighs and collects the leftover medical supplies, standing to put them away. instead of making his way back to Wolf's side, he decides that the wolf is probably hungry as all hell and heads towards his kitchen instead.

he prepares a quick, simple meal for himself and his visitor: reheated venison & vegetable stew, leftover from the night before. he carries two bowls back to his living room, crouching and placing one in front of Wolf. "here." ghost watches his nose twitch as he catches a whiff of the stew. the wolf doesnt open his eyes, though. "dinner, Wolf. i know youre hungry." Wolf opens his eyes and looks up at ghost pleadingly. "whats that look for? i cant exactly feed you myself. you need to sit up." Wolf whines at him imploringly. "no. i cannot feed you by hand, youre gonna have to sit up." Wolf downright groans, bracing himself before pulling himself up until hes propped on his front paws. ghost pushes the bowl closer to him. "eat up."

once Wolf sniffs at the stew, he practically lunges forward and starts devouring it. ghost stares with a raised eyebrow for a second, then turns to his own bowl and begins to eat.

they eat in silence- as silent as it can be with a hell-raising storm outside and the sound of a giant wolf gobbling down a bowl of stew. when Wolf finishes literally licking the bowl clean, he flops back down onto his uninjured side. ghost continues to eat, obviously not half as hungry as him. when he finishes, he picks up both bowls and takes them back to his kitchen. ghost takes a moment to place his hands on the counter and lean on it, running through the events of the past hour. theres a fucking wolf in his livingroom. an injured wolf. a wolf that befriended him over the past few months. a wolf he doesnt feel like he can kick out of his house without proper treatment.

he sighs and runs a hand over his face. hes too fucking tired for this shit. he feels unreasonably exhausted just from the excitement of this whole ordeal. he decides he can deal with the situation in the morning, after hes gotten proper sleep.

when he steps back into the living room, Wolf is asleep, chest rising and falling steadily as he breathes. ghost watches him for a moment before giving a heavy sigh. he grabs another blanket off of his couch and throws it over the wolf, hoping the fire doesnt go out overnight and cause Wolf to get cold. he makes his way to his bedroom, getting ready before throwing himself down onto his mattress and staring at the ceiling for a few moments before passing the fuck out.

he wakes in the morning to sunlight filtering through the window into his eyes. he groans and rolls out of bed, pulling a shirt on and stumbling out of his room. he only remembers that theres a fucking. wolf. in his living room when he steps into it. its a bit jarring to see that said wolf isnt there. its even more jarring to see a full fucking grown man asleep in the wolf's place, haphazardly spread out on the ground, nothing but the goddamn blanket to cover himself. ghost thinks he can see a peek of white bandages wrapped around his thigh. he takes a deep breath to center himself.

"what the fuck."

#myposting #mydrabbles #soaptag #myaus #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghost/soap #soap/ghost #ghoap #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #this is copy-pasted directly from discord into a word document and then into tumblr #please forgive how its written and if theres any errors #and also if theres any extra shit. ive reread this like 8 times so i hope i caught everything but!

[stillmonsterz]

it's gonna get better (teaser)

(this is the final part to brave it together)

pairing: jay x reader genre: suggestive, angst, slight humor summary: your tumultuous tryst with jay might have ended, but your relationship with the karma club and its members has only grown more entangled. a winter trip to the swiss alps tests your friendships, your willingness to lie, and your resolve in staying away from jay. despite your previous inclinations towards isolation, you're starting to realize, a little too late, that being around people isn't too bad. content: drinking, drug usage, sexual themes, rape mentions, murder mentions, suicide mentions, threats, more to come. estimated word count: 20k

taglist: @moon7jay @belowbun @bambangan @praliliaaa @jjklvr9 @iveivory @magicshop1913 @sseobonggs (if i forgot you, please let me know!)

It took you until evening to gain even a semblance of your composure. You had spent some time working on your scarf, mindlessly purling and knitting. You had tried to watch a movie, but your eyes grew unfocused. Finally, you had decided to lie on your bed as you did at the motel, staring at your ceiling. If you focused, you could still smell Jay's woodsy, spicy scent, as though it had permeated the very walls of your room.

When dinnertime approached, you stripped down to your underwear and examined yourself in the mirror. Your body was a patchwork of fresh skin and mottled bruises that Jay had given you over the past month. When you raised your arm, you could see the nail marks he had made. As usual, bright red hickeys adorned your neck. You’d have to cover them up again so no one would get any ideas.

Then you realized that this was the last time you’d have to cover up a mark that Jay had given you. After this, the evidence of what the two of you had had would fade away, your cells would replenish, and it would be as though he had never touched you in the first place.

It didn’t seem right, that you and Jay were finished. At any second, as you rummaged around in your closet for an outfit to wear, you imagined that Jay would burst inside of your room, demanding something. He’d lie on your bed again, smoking your cigarettes while complaining about how they tasted. He’d tell you that he had been joking, that he had never intended to leave you, that you were his. He would kiss you again, choking you in his grip.

Instead, the minutes dragged on, and Jay never showed up. You pinched the inside of your arm and once again, you didn’t feel a thing. Just a dull register of a sensation.

After you got dressed in your usual sweater and long skirt, you checked your phone. You had gotten a text from Riki.

Riki: how’s my favorite traitor 😂

You: Not a traitor. Didn’t betray anyone.

Riki: when you give me an explanation for saying one of my friends raped you in a group chat literally called “anti-kc”

Riki: then you can be not a traitor

You had to admit, the evidence against you was stacked. 

Riki: are u ready yet

Riki: i’m hungry

Riki: i’m thinking i’ll get the “she lied” salad with the “our friendship is ruined” combo

Riki: the “i can’t believe i was going to take her to cliffside laser tag” meal 

You: That was never going to happen.

Riki: stop

Riki: haven’t u done enough

Riki: maybe a side of “lying wench” chips

You: Are you done?

Riki: not even close.

You: I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.

Riki: good

Riki: that’s plenty of time

Riki: the “hoes mad” burger with the “she’s a bird” fries

Riki: crisp waffle fries with extra salt

Riki: ketchup representing the shed blood

He kept going on like that, so you turned your phone off. It bothered you that you couldn’t tell Riki the truth. Well, you could. But if you told him that Jay raped you, and Riki somehow found out that you had been hooking up with Jay for the past month, you would look insane. Or like an idiot. How could you explain something that you didn't even understand? No, you’d rather have Riki hate you than tell him the convoluted truth.

You were used to Karma Club members hating you, anyways.

–

Dinner with Jake and Riki at Stoker’s cafeteria was as insufferable as you had imagined. Bundled under a coat and a high-necked sweater that masked the marks made last night, you wordlessly ate your meal while Riki and Jake talked. Riki sat on the right side of you, jostling you whenever he would gesticulate wildly as he recounted some story. You weren’t really paying attention to anything he said. Your focus was on Jake, on the way he bit his lip as he looked between you and Riki.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Jake said slowly, setting his fork down, “but are you and Wednesday, uh…”

Riki winced, and you marveled at his acting prowess. “It sort of just happened,” Riki said. “ We were at the party, and she came to see me, and well, I just went for it. It wasn’t like I meant to steal your girl or anything.

“No, no, no,” Jake said, waving his hands furiously. “No, it’s fine. She wasn’t my girl, never was, never…haha. You guys are cute together, honestly. Same age and everything.” Nervously, he started folding his paper towel into small, neat squares. 

“No, I really should have told you,” Riki lied, swallowing a bite of chicken breast. 

“It’s cool,” Jake said through gritted teeth. “Why would I want to know if my best friend and the girl I, uh, know, have a thing? That’s none of my business.” 

“Glad you understand,” Riki said, beaming at Jake. 

Jake got up from the table. “Gonna take a leak,” he muttered before staggering away from the long bench. 

As soon as Jake disappeared from view, Riki’s face fell.

“What are you doing?” you asked. “Why are you telling Jake we’re together?”

Riki leaned towards you so that he could whisper. The Stoker dining hall was relatively full at this hour, mainly by students from other dorms, and you were beginning to learn that there were eyes and ears all over Sadame University. “Because,” he began, voice thick with anticipation, “things were getting way too dicey in our dorm. “For whatever reason, things between Jake and Jay got worse after last night. Jake’s skittish as fuck, and Jay’s acting like he wants to kill Jake. I figure this has something to do with you.”

You winced. 

“It’s no good,” Riki continued. “Jake’s been going to Jungwon’s room and pacing around and shitting himself and whatever. Remember how I told you that there has to be a balance to shitstirring?”

“I do recall that.”

“This is it,” he said. Riki used his hands to mimic a scale, one hand representing a plate dipping too low. “Right now, tensions are too high. That’s no fun, you know? So I have to even things out.” Riki brought both of his hands to the same level. “If I redirect their attention, make myself the target, then they’ll both hate me instead. But they like me, so nothing bad will happen.”

With your index finger, you pressed down on the palm of one of his hands, forcing it downwards. “What if something bad does happen to you?”

Riki pushed against your finger, steadying his hands once more. “It won’t. I know you and everyone else loves to pretend like the Karma Club members have their own special brand of evil, that we’re just, like, complete sociopaths, but I know them.”

“It’s been three months…”

“A lot can happen in three months,” Riki said. If you reflected on the path your life had taken in merely one month, you would be forced to agree with him. 

You pulled your hand away from his and sighed. “Why do you like bad things so much? What about good things?”

“That’s not true,” Riki said. “I love good things. I like bad things too. I’m a very deep person.”

“As deep as a kiddy pool,” you said. 

“Don’t make me laugh,” Riki said. “I’m still mad at you for trying to fuck us over.”

You thought about arguing with him, but you decided against it. Riki felt like a true friend to you - at least, he had felt like a true friend - but the thought of baring your soul to him only for him to be unreceptive to your sorrows made you feel sick. You pushed your plate of food away.

“You know, for a while there I almost thought Jay had like a weird thing for you,” Riki said offhandedly, cutting another piece of chicken breast and spearing it with a fork. “I know, I know, it doesn’t make much sense considering he hates your fucking guts. But the dedication with which he hates your guts was scary. Elite hatred. What did you even do to the guy, anyways?”

“Nothing,” you said, “which seems to be the problem.”

Riki chewed his food, staring into space with a thoughtful expression. “He still hasn’t brought Isa over,” Riki said. 

“Maybe you just haven’t noticed,” you said. Memories of that night with him in his dorm room, sex tinged with a faint hint of romance, your limbs tangled together in post-coital bliss, spun through your mind. 

“No, he explicitly said, ‘Don’t let that bitch Isa get near my room or I swear to God I’ll kill you all,’” Riki said, mimicking Jay’s voice perfectly. 

You shrugged. “I don’t know, then.”

“I just always found it weird,” Riki said slowly, “I’ve never seen him be nice to her at all, besides when I would come to the library to pick you up to get a smoothie and I would see them flirting or whatever. Isn’t that so weird? Like, why would Jay get close to Isa in public? Specifically, at the library.”

The hickeys still marring your neck felt as though they were burning, and you scratched at them absentmindedly. “Yeah, weird…”

“Hey,” Riki said in an unusually light voice. “How did you get home last night?”

Riki’s long bangs had fallen into his face, obscuring his eyes. For the best, as you didn’t know how you’d be able to look into them. “What?”

“How’d you get home?” Riki repeated. 

“Uber and a bus,” you said. 

Riki nodded and leaned away. “Interesting.”

“What’s interesting?” Jake asked. He swung his legs over the bench and settled into his spot again.

“Interesting she’s okay with us sharing a room, considering she’s just so, so shy,” Riki said, putting his arm around you in a constricting half-embrace. “The third-floor bedroom has two single beds, right?”

Jake’s lips twitched. “Uh, yeah,” he said. “It does. Jungwon and I were thinking about taking that one, though.”

Riki waved his free hand dismissively. “Just sleep together, Powerpuff girls style.”

“Fuck off,” Jake said with a smile, playfully pushing at Riki.

“You’re going to knock your soup over,” you said, but it was too late. Jake’s chicken noodle soup sloshed over the table, staining the crisp, white tablecloth. 

“Aw, man,” Jake said, pouting slightly.

Riki shoveled the last of his chicken breast into his mouth. “Let’s get out of here,” he said. “This is the second tablecloth we’ve fucked up.” 

“Third,” Jake said, picking bits of pasta off of himself. “When we left Sunoo alone with the chili and he fucking-,”

Riki laughed. “Oh shit, yeah.” Riki stood up and held his hand out towards you, his gaze imploring. Reluctantly, you loosely joined hands with him, and he pulled you to your feet. “Come on, let’s go watch the Scream movies.”

“No,” Jake whined. “I wanted to watch the Amazing Spiderman.”

“No one asked,” Riki said, pulling you along with him. You stumbled after him, disappearing into Stoker’s dorms. Despite yourself, you scanned every possible corner for a hint of Jay, a trace of his breath, the sound of his sardonic laughter. 

He wasn’t around.

–

Halfway through the second Scream movie, Riki announced that he had to take a massive shit. 

“And why did you choose to tell us that?” Jake asked, slapping Riki’s leg as he got up from his plush bed. 

Riki shrugged, shimmying between piles of laundry he had left on the floor. “I thought you might need to know about my bowel movements.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know, that’s up to you,” Riki said, leaving to use his ensuite. 

As soon as the door clicked shut, Jake scrambled on top of the bed to sit next to you. He had been sitting cross-legged on the floor; Riki had insisted that you sat next to him. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jake asked. 

“Tell you what?”

Jake gestured wildly. “That you had a crush on Riki. I guess I could have guessed, but like, come on. Instead, you sort of made me feel like, I don’t know, I might have had a chance at some point…”

Had you? “Uh, it sort of came out of nowhere,” you said, belatedly realizing that you had copied what Riki said almost verbatim.

Pushing his tousled hair back, Jake licked his lips and sighed. “Right. Right, yeah. It’s just that I feel like kind of a dick now.”

“You didn’t do anything,” you said awkwardly. 

“I mean, I don’t want to seem like I’m being pushy or that I’m entitled to anything, but you could have told me. Or Riki could have told me. I mean, like, you guys were pretty close and everything, but I didn’t think he was into dating…”

The name “Sieun” came to your lips, until you remembered that no one knew that Riki had dated Sieun. “Well-,”

“Like, you didn’t lead me on, I knew you had your own issues and all to sort out, but if you were going to date one of my best friends, I think it’s only fair to tell me. You know, out of…respect for my feelings? And so it wouldn’t be like I was hitting on my friend’s girl.”

If this was how Jake reacted to the mere idea of you and Riki getting together, you didn’t want to know how he’d react if he found out about you and Jay. “Sorry, Jake.”

Jake sighed again, his entire being seeming to deflate. “It’s fine, whatever. It’s cool.” After a period of silence, Jake said, “I don’t even care, you know? I mean, it wasn’t like it was serious. Like I like you and all, but it wasn’t serious.”

“Right.” Then you recalled what he had said at the party, when he had came out of the bathroom so flustered. “You said you had something to tell me, back at the party?”

“Oh. Yeah, that.” Jake slowly made his way to the floor again, one knee tucked into his chest, the other leg spread straight. He looked at the plasma-screen TV mounted to Riki’s wall blankly. “Well, I was going to ask you to go on the KC trip with me. I was going to pay for everything, but I guess Riki is going to take you now…”

You nodded, then realized he couldn’t see you. “Yeah.”

Jake bobbed his head up and down slowly, his lips pursed together. “Cool.” 

When Riki came back, Jake stood up as though being pulled by strings. “I’m gonna head in,” Jake muttered. “I’m still a little hungover.”

Riki clapped Jake on the back. “See you, Jake.”

Jake made a little wave, bid you goodnight, and left Riki’s bedroom. Riki sat down beside you and smiled. “So, what’d you guys talk about?”

“He had an episode,” you said flatly. 

“Perfect,” Riki said. “It’s all going according to plan. Now get out of my room.”

You didn’t have to be told that twice. “Good night,” you said, gathering your long skirt up and standing. 

“Good night,” Riki said, zipping his hoodie all the way up and covering his jet-black hair with his hood. “I mean, just night. Bad night. I hope your night is shit.”

You squinted at him. “You’re really bad at this.”

Riki had turned the lights out to fit the gloomy atmosphere of the movie, but you could make out his features via the light from the television. Suddenly, he looked older than his age. “I’m bad at it because I genuinely liked you a lot,” he said quietly. “I saw you as a friend, like a real friend. Everyone knows I really liked you. But you lied on one of my friends, and not something petty. You lied about something really fucked. I thought you’d be above doing something like that. It’s something… something I would probably do.”

“Riki-,”

He pointed at the door. “Out, before I lose my nerve.” 

You wouldn’t tell him the truth, couldn’t tell him the truth. He wouldn’t respect you at all if he knew what you did with the man who sexually assaulted you.

 With some horror, you realized that Riki didn’t know that Jake had a problem. If Riki kept pushing Jake, who knew what he would do? The only thing you could do is trust that Riki knew how to balance the scales of his bizarre game. 

The walk to Fawcett left you with far too much time to reflect. You knew that you had never fully had Jay, that he wouldn’t allow you to possess him in a tangible form. But you hadn’t realized that you would lose your friend, too.

#enha smut #kpop fanfiction #enhypen smut #jay smut #kpop smut

[xiihyunn]

Knife Play (18+)

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

warning: murderer jenna, sexual assault, some angst, futile boy, murder, blood, gore, knife play, biting, marking, gagging, praising/degrading kink, rough rough sex, a tiny fingering, riding, carving, more blood, cunnilingus, slapping, a bit of cnc, possessiveness, and obsession.

summary: — everybody loves jenna ortega. the young talented and beautiful actress who wouldn't hurt a fly, and you just somehow love your girlfriend even more. but after what percy did to you, something dark inside of jenna snaps.

word count: 3.2k

> masterlist

a/n: its was a request and tbh kinda shit, but enjoy. finger yourself for me.

3rd person POV

Giggles were heard throughout Jenna’s trailer. Sitting across from each other on her table, you reach for the cup of water near you, as Jenna takes a spoon full of food to her mouth. It was lunch time, and all the actors and actresses for the new series, Wednesday, were currently eating.

The day went by normally, you waking up on Jenna's bed, showering together to 'save water', and went to film. Nothing unusual happened, but it didn't last long.

Before the lunch break, Percy was giving you way too much attention. Ever since you stepped foot into Romania, and met the other casts, he had his eyes on you.

You and Jenna's relationship was public, her fans knew, your fans knew, both of your circle of friends knew, and even the staff on set.

So when Percy asked you out on a date in front of everyone, in front of Jenna, the room was filled with awkward silence. Before you could even reject him nicely, Jenna had snapped at him then dragged you out of his view.

And now you were here laughing at how cute your girlfriend looked being jealous.

"J, calm down okay? You're the one I want, and not him." You smiled at the woman in front of you. Jenna was huffing, avoiding your eye contact.

"Was he fucking blind or something? Hell, even Helen Keller could tell we're dating." Jenna said, as she eats another spoon of her food. You playfully shake your head, "Now don't be rude to our girl Keller, Jen."

You take your plate and place it down on the sink. You turn and walk over to Jenna, she is playing with her food, resting her head on her hand as she rolls the small meatball back and forth on the plate.

Jenna had a mad look on her face, the grip on the fork was fairly noticeable, and her sharp breaths were evident.

Grabbing her cheek, you made her face you. Jenna's eyes finally looked at yours, and her stiff brows finally softened. "I love you, Jen." You whispered.

"I love you too, Y/n." Brushing your thumb across her bottom lip, Jenna's eyes flicker to yours, as she leans in for a kiss.

Meeting each other's lips, you felt Jenna's body relaxing. You chuckled in the kiss, she tasted like the spaghetti you both just ate.

You retreated from the kiss. Once you opened your eyes, you saw a confused looking Jenna staring at your orbs. "Why did you laugh?" Jenna pouts.

"You taste like spaghetti, babe." Jenna's cheeks turn red, as she smiles at you. "My bad," Jenna said.

While Jenna was washing both of your dishes, you on the other hand was preparing her Wednesday uniform. Cleaning her trailer for some time, Jenna was finished.

Wiping her wet hands on her pants, Jenna grabbed and wore her coat. "Baby, I have to buy some snacks for the pantry. I'll be back on 10, wait for me," You hummed in acknowledgement, as you gave Jenna a quick peck on the lips.

"Alright. Stay safe, Jen,"

Jenna gave you one last smile and goodbye, as she opened the trailer door and left.

—

The sound of a door opening caught your attention. It had only been 5 minutes, and honestly you thought Jenna was gonna take much more time than that, knowing the convenience store is like 4 blocks away.

You were scrolling on your phone laying on her bed, you looked up expecting to see your lovely girlfriend, but instead it was Percy.

You were caught off guard by him standing and looking down at you. "Um, hey Perc, do you need anything..?" You say at the edge of Jenna's bed, waiting for him to answer.

Percy smiles at you, and shakes his head. "Oh nothing, I just wanted to see what you were doing." You can't help but to give him a weird look, "Why couldn't you just wait 'till lunch break was over?" You asked him.

His right eye slightly twitches from the tone of your voice, but you caught it. Percy just stood there, smiling at you with his face all red. You bit your lip feeling incredibly uncomfortable, but then Percy started to rub his clothed crotch.

"What are you doing?" Your eyes were wide, looking at him humping his dick in front of you. Percy just smirks, as his eyes roam around your body and specifically your breast.

Percy continued to palm his center area, and it left you baffled. "What the hell Percy, you're fucking insane." You stood up and grabbed him by his arm, pushing him to leave the trailer.

As you were about to push him even more, Percy grabs both of your shoulders and pins you on the near wall. His tall figure pressing your body hard.

You felt his hard on pressing into your pelvis making you slightly gag. "Get off of me!" You shouted at him, as you tried to push his body off of you.

"You women are just meant to be fucked and used by us men, now shut the fuck up and take my dick in you whore."

Just as Percy was about to kiss you, the trailer door slammed open.

"What the fuck!?"

You tilt your head to look at Jenna staring at you, and then at Percy. Jenna saw the displeasure look on your face, and she pushed Percy hard making him stumble to the ground.

"What do you think you're doing to my girlfriend you asshole!" Jenna got on top of the shocked boy, and landed a punch on his nose.

Jenna felt her hand throb in pain, but she didn't care. All of the built up anger and jealousy Jenna had come crashing down, as she fists Percy's collar pulling him close up to her face.

"I'll fucking kill you, Hynes." Jenna saw red. Jaw tensing, nose flaring, and she was losing all her senses of control. Rage was making Jenna sick, the sides of her vision were slowly becoming black and it covered her whole sight.

Even the thought about him even daring to touch what was hers, made Jenna mad. And now he did, and he was going to pay for it.

"Jenna stop!"

Jenna snapped out of her trance, looking at your crying figure holding her arm. You sobbed, pulling her closer to you, Jenna immediately hugged you.

Patting your head, she kissed your ear. "It's alright, baby. I'm here, I'm here." You hugged her neck, tears slowly falling to her shirt. Jenna continued to pat your hair, but then she felt something wet on her hands.

Wet and sticky.

She looked down and saw her bloody hands. It was Percy's blood, but also some of it were hers. Jenna looked over to the side and saw him, Percy was groaning, clutching his bloody and broken nose, as he tried to crawl away from her.

His face looked really bad.

Looking down at her hands again, Jenna felt something inside of her. It was almost tickling her almost, the now dry blood staining her skin felt good. Too good.

Jenna smiles, and continues to comfort your shaken up state.

The blood on her hand felt right. It felt like she was made for this, and it felt like blood was always supposed to be there.

And thought that made Jenna smile even more.

—

It was bright in the streets of Romania despite it being 11pm. Jenna was still on set since the director heard what happened on the trailer, and they were planning to fire Percy.

You wanted to wait for your girlfriend but she told you to go home, and get some sleep after the incident. Knowing Jenna was persistent and hardheaded, you left the set and your manager drived you to Jenna's house.

You told her you wanted to stop by at 711's to get some instant noodles, and some chicken for Jenna to eat when she comes back. Grabbing your plastic back, you went inside the car and drove off once more.

You gave your manager a quick goodbye and thank you, as you opened the gate of Jenna's house. Walking towards her front door, you swiped a card at the card reader, only for it to ding meaning the door was already opened.

Weird. You thought.

We probably forgot to lock it before we left this morning. Shrugging off the feeling, your fingers twist the handle, and there it was.

Something felt wrong, really wrong. The hairs on the back of your shoulders were standing, and every fiber of your being told you not to open the door. A gut wrenching feeling made its way up your throat, as you exhale a cold breath.

Run.

That's what your subconscious told you. Your 6th senses were tingling, and you felt your instincts creeping up.

Oh if this was a scream movie, you'll definitely get killed. Don't you know the rules?

In one big breath you opened the door, and the sight in front of you drained all the blood off your face.

Jenna panted, wiping off the dripping blood off of her face. She stood with confidence, as Percy's body was on the floor bloody, and lifeless.

Adrenaline was coursing in Jenna's veins, looking down at the dead body of Percy Hynes White. The white carpet was now stained in crimson red blood, thick, and almost slimy by the blood clots slowly forming.

The smell of fresh human remains filled your nostrils. Dropping the plastic bag, you covered your nose and mouth with a small shriek.

Jenna's eyes looked back at your frozen state. You didn't look at her, the body on the living room floor caught your attention more.

You held your breath as your eyes finally met Jenna's. Panic visible in your face, you blinked rapidly.

"I-I…" You whispered.

Jenna's eyes were cold, and distant. They looked dead, and empty, but somehow it was still familiar.

Jenna stood there staring at you, her bloody clothes, and her bloody bloody face was deadpan. A tear of blood fell down to her forehead, and onto her jaw, and Jenna clutched her knife in hand.

"Jenna, what did you do..?" Slowly walking towards your bloody girlfriend, you made her body face yours. Holding her forearm, you looked up.

"Baby, let's go clean you up okay? A-And then let's.. let's go to the police.." Jenna's face suddenly changed, her cold stare turned angry.

"Jen—" Jenna tackles you to the ground. Pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, and the other bringing the wet knife up to your throat.

"No one is telling no one shit, darling."

The tip of the knife touching your chin, you gulped and looked at the woman in front of you. Jenna had a smirk on her bloody lips, licking them with her tongue, her eyes flickering to your lips.

You exhaled softly, looking at Jenna's eyes on your lips. Jenna smashes your lips together. Sucking harshly on your flesh, you tasted something metallic making you tear up at the thought of eating Percy's blood.

Jenna angles the knife to your throat and pressed it, you groaned in pain on her lips, as you tried to move your head away.

"Stay fucking still." Jenna muttered, pushing the knife further into your neck, drawing blood. You whined in pain, feeling the burning and stinging sensation.

Jenna forced her tongue inside of your mouth, lapping up your saliva with hers, as she sucks on your hot and wet muscle.

She retreats the knife away from your throat, and places it to her side. Wrapping her hands around your neck like a necklace, her thumb gaze over the open wound, and you hissed in pain once more.

You felt the blood on the carpet being sucked into your clothes. Uncomfortable at the warm feeling on your back, as Jenna disconnected your lips together with a small trail of saliva on each of your lips.

"You're mine. Only fucking mine." Jenna grabs the knife again. Still holding your hands in place, she slides the blade underneath your shirt, and cuts the fabric upward.

Missing your face for a centimeter, the cold wind hits your exposed top. "W-Wait Jenna, I-I don't think it's time for us to be doing this right now…" You plead, in your peripheral vision his body was just next to you.

Tugging your wrists aways from her grip, Jenna laughs. "God killing him felt so, so good, baby," Jenna cut her way through your shorts, and you laid there only in your underwear.

"The way I stabbed, twisted, and stabbed him again and again felt amazing." Cutting your bra and panties, you groan softly at her. You wrapped your legs around Jenna's waist, as she bent down over to your tits.

The angle made your cunt hole open. Jenna's hips rubbing your clit with enough force to make you hold out a moan. It felt so good, but so wrong.

This is so fucking wrong. You thought, as a shooting pleasure made its say to your core when Jenna grinds on your pussy.

"His blood was just squirting everywhere in the room, as I slit his throat. Baby, you should've seen it~" Jenna let go of your wrist, and discarded her own clothes on top of Percy's body.

"And now I'm wondering if I could also make you squirt.."

Jenna's hands groped both of your breasts in her hands, as she took one in her mouth. "Jenna—" A moan escapes your lips. She bit down on your nipple, hard, causing you to tug on her scalp.

Jenna snakes her other hand down to your core. "God Y/n, you're fucking soaked." Jenna muttered on your tits, as she took the other one in, sucking it like milk was going to come out.

She runs her middle and ring finger on your wet slit, coating your whole cunt with your arousal. Jenna's palm occasionally bumping your clit, your nails dug on her arm.

Jenna sat on the floor. Opening both of your legs wide, she grabs the knife. "A little carving won't hurt right, baby?" Your breaths rigid and irregular, you gently shook your head.

"Please don't.." You whisper.

Jenna slaps your pussy. "I didn't hear you, darling. What was it again?" She trails the edge on your inner thighs, and stops on your clit.

The cold metal hit you, as your body started to shake. "P-Please Jenna.. don't," Shaking your head once more, Jenna strikes a toe curling smack on your pussy.

You bucked on your hip at her, biting your bottom lip as a tear fell down your face. "What did you say, Y/n..?" Blood was seeping out of your core's lips, as the small cuts drew blood.

Your pussy was burning, and stinging. Was it from the pain? Or the pleasure? You couldn't tell.

"Fuck Jenna— Yes, yes! Carve your name into my skin, please.." Jenna smirks and slices a huge 'J' on your inner thighs, as she slaps your tits.

"What a fucking whore."

You were about to inhale another set of breaths, but the moment you opened your mouth, Jenna pushed 2 bloody fingers inside and wasted no time to touch the back of your throat.

Gagging at your girlfriend's finger, you hold onto her wrist, as she pushes something inside of you.

It felt weird. It was something hard but it wasn't a dildo, it felt long and textured.

Rolling your eyes back, you looked down to see Jenna holding the sharp part of the knife, her own blood dripping onto the carpet.

"So beautiful.." Jenna slams the handle further inside of you, as you moan on her fingers. You gagged again, but she pounded it inside of you. Your muffled moans fill the room, as your tits rocked back and forth wildly from the rough movements.

Feeling the plastic fucking your insides, you started to meet Jenna's thrust. "That's it, princess. You enjoy me fucking you with a knife right?" Jenna takes the whole thing out, before slamming it back into you, hitting the entrance of your womb.

Saliva was dripping down on your mouth, as Jenna pushed her fingers deeper. She angles the knife upward, and your legs start shaking.

"O-Oh fu-ck. Jenn-a right t-her!" You start choking on your own saliva, and Jenna finally removes her fingers from your mouth only for her to kiss your lips hungrily.

You tightened around the handle, as you felt your orgasm coming. "Be a good little girl and cum, Y/n." Jenna bites your neck. Her teeth sinking deep into your skin, as you moan out juices slipping out of your cunt.

Your orgasm washed over your body like a wave, your hips shaking violently on the handle. "Fuck—!" Jenna licks the surface of your bloody neck, lapping up the dripping vital fluid, and drinking them with a forceful suck.

Taking the handle out, Jenna wraps her legs on yours, making a scissoring position. "Wait!" Jenna's cold and wet cunt touches your clit, making you release a throaty moan.

Jenna's lips curved up into a smirk, as she rested one of your legs onto her shoulder. Rolling her hip, her clit brushes into yours.

Jenna grabs your pairs and squeezed them. Making them a tool to sit up straight, when she thrust into you more. "The amount of time I fingered myself to your tits, imagining them to be my personal little stress ball.."

You closed your eyes intensely, biting back your moans, but Jenna slaps the side of her knife to your cheek. "Open your eyes you slut, look how good I'm fucking your pretty pussy."

Wet slapping noises were getting louder and louder, making you flustered. Jenna trails the knife once more on your stomach and the sharp edge sitting directly on your nipple.

You felt yourself almost at your high. Toe curling, back arching, mouth agape, and overstimulation, as Jenna's hand reached to her back and suddenly pushed through your entrance, with 2 inside, she fingers you.

Grinding her hip, clit to clit, and Jenna's fingers curling inside of you, "I-I'm gonna cum.." You panted. "Fuck, me too baby." Bucking into her fingers once more, as you tightened around her fingers.

"Cum for me, princess."

Your body convulses, as your high comes rolling on your figure. Both of you moaning each other's name, your muscles gave out and went limp.

Your eyes meeting Jenna's. Your body aches in pain, tears swell your eyes, as guilt fills your veins. With a shaky breath, you tried to push your girlfriend away, only for her to slash the knife on your tits.

Blood gushes out of your chest. Moaning and groaning in pain, you throw your head back, feeling the black void consume you fully.

"I said, you're fucking mine."

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y'all chill, u didn't die

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We Should Be Lovers Instead

Word count: 1.7K

Prompt: Wanting your friend who's with someone else

Warnings: riri x black!fem!reader, top!riri, bottom!reader, cursing, mentioned drinking, mommy kink, degradation kink, dirty talk, pet names, oral sex, orgasm denial, strapon sex, pussy slapping (once)

Dialogue Color Code: Riri, Reader

get some snacks, this one has length to it♡

These were the nights Riri hated the most. Once again she’d found herself on the floor of her dorm, watching you comb through your closet to find a suitable outfit for your date. “Where is he taking you again?”

She tried her hardest not to lick her lips when you spun around with a short black dress in hand, already imagining the way it would hug your curves in all the right places-

“...party right outside the campus. You think this will look good? Ri?”

You snapped your fingers in front of her face, effectively getting her attention. “Were you even listening girl?”

“Yeah…yeah of course I was.”

You crossed your arms, not believing a single word she was saying.

“Alright, what did I say then?”

It took everything in Riri to not look at the way your breasts spilled over your arms. Coughing slightly, she shrugged.

“Something about some party right?”

You deadpanned at her and huffed. 

“Close enough, I guess… Anyways, what do you think of the dress?”

Riri looked at the black fabric once more, biting her lip in thought.

“I think it’s alright, but are you sure you wanna go to the party in the first place?”

You shrugged, placed the dress on your bed, and began looking for a pair of shoes to go with it. “Mark says I need to go out more, so, I’m going out more.”

“…alright then ma.”

Half an hour later, you finally got your outfit together and walked out of the bathroom. You did a little spin, evidently pleased with the way the fit came together.

“Soo. How do I look?”

Riri’s brain couldn’t keep up with her mouth as she stared at how gorgeous you looked.

“Fine as fuck.”

Your eyes widened in shock at her remark, smiling nervously as you looked at everything but her.

“I- Thanks, I guess?”

Riri nodded stiffly toward you and quickly opened her laptop to get some work done, wanting the conversation to be done as fast as possible.

“Be safe, alright?”

“Will do!”

You left the dorm room soon after, the rhythmic click of your heels slowly decrescendoing as you walked down the hall. When Riri registered that you were far away from the dorm, she groaned to herself loudly.  

“Riri yo dumbass…”

She sighed softly and continued on with her assignment, figuring that if she sunk herself into her work, she could hopefully forget about the awkward situation. Wordlessly, she turned on her LEDs, pressed play on her music, and began typing away.

About five hours later, she was startled awake by the door closing again. Wait when did she go to sleep? Through her blurred vision, she could make out your silhouette, which was now rummaging through your guys’ mini fridge. Your annoyance was so palpable within the small space that it damn near had Riri choking. 

“Yo, you good, ma?”

You slammed the fridge door a bit harder than you intended, startling Riri into a fully conscious state. The poor Sprite can in your hand crumbled as you emptied its contents inside of you.

“I’m doing just fine, why you ask?”

By now, Riri was standing in front of you, gently pulling the can out of your hand in fear that you would break it and hurt yourself. You sighed softly, allowing her to do so.

“You seem pissed as fuck. What happened?”

“...I saw him kissing up on another girl.”

“...I’m killing him.”

“Riri, no.”

Riri threw her hands up in frustration and began pacing across the room.

“I don’t get it with you sometimes. He hurt you, and you’re just gonna let that shit slide??”

You watched her pace, knowing that this was the only legal way to get her frustrations out. She had been apprehensive about him since y’all met, and this was simply the icing on the cake.

“If it makes you feel better, it won’t happen again.”

“What, that’s what he told you or sum?”

You blinked at her with a small smile on your face.

“We’re not a thing anymore, Ri.”

Riri’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, not believing you for a second.

“Wait… you deadass? Like you for real right now?”

You nodded in confirmation, rolling your eyes as she clapped loudly. 

“Thank God!���

“I know you hated the nigga but damn bitch.”

“He wasn’t good enough for you, sweets.”

The drinks you’d had right before you left the party were starting to kick in as you leaned into Riri’s space.

“Oh? So who would be then, Ms. Williams?”

She looked at you, noticing how close you two had gotten in that short span of time.

“Anyone other than him that’s for damn sure.”

“Would “anyone” be including you?”

She blinked rapidly as she tried to decipher what you just said, a smirk slowly growing on her face as the implications of the question dawned on her.

“If you’d like it to include me, then sure.”

Leaving no room for hesitation, you cupped Riri’s face in your hands and kissed her deeply. You could tell that she was practically buzzing with excitement when she grabbed a hold of your hips, pulling you further into her. Eventually, you two had to pull away from each other to breathe, both of your lips considerably swollen.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that...”

She gently pulled you towards her bed, sat you on it, and straddled your hips. From this new angle, you got to really appreciate how her boobs sat in the tank top she was wearing. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol in your system, your newfound freedom from breaking up with your ex, or a mixture of both, but damn Riri was gorgeous as hell.

“Like what you see, doll?”

“Definitely.”

Looking down at you, she smirked devilishly. You could practically see the cogs turning in her head as she thought of ways to ravish you and claim you as hers. She gave you one last kiss and got off of you, eyes glinting with lust.

“I’m gonna go the bathroom to grab some things real quick. When I get back I want that dress off of you and your legs spread. Got it, princess?”

You gulped and shuddered, genuinely surprised at her change in demeanor.

“I don’t like repeating myself, sweets.”

“Y- yes ma’am…”

“Good girl.”

As soon as she turned around to go to the bathroom, you wasted no time in taking off all your clothes and laying on the bed with your legs spread. You buzzed in excitement when she returned with a small black backpack in hand, eyes fixated on your cunt.

“Eager aren’t we?”

You nodded desperately, your breath getting caught in your throat as her hand landed a solid smack directly onto your clit. 

“FUCK!”

“There we go. Thought you forgot how to use your words for a second there, slut.”

You panted and whined loudly as she started rubbing circles on your puffy clit. You two had just started and you were already teetering on the edge like a little whore. Just as you were about to cum, though, everything stopped. You looked up at her with wide eyes, confusion evident on your features.

“What, you think you get to cum that easily sweetie?”

She chuckled darkly. 

“You gotta earn that shit, pretty. Now come here, on your knees, slut.”

You scrambled off of the bed and hissed softly when your knees hit the floor a bit too hard. Riri grabbed your jaw delicately as she directed your mouth to the strap in front of you. You looked up at her, faking confusion as you gave the object kitten lips on the tip. 

“C’mon now, sweetheart. You don’t think I don't know you’ve done this before, hm?”

Without warning, she grasped the back of your head and shoved the silicone into your mouth, causing you to choke loudly as spit dripped onto your tits sinfully. You grabbed onto her thighs for stability as she mercilessly fucked your throat raw with her strap.

“There we go… such a good girl for mommy, yeah? You like taking whatever I give you, don’t you baby?”

She watched as your head bobbed against her dick, preening with pride when your eyes began to water from the lack of oxygen you were experiencing. Feeling a bit of pity for you, she pulled you off of her strap and patted your cheek gently.

“Did you enjoy that, princess?”

“Yes, mommy…Please…please fuck me. I’ve been such a good girl for you.”

“...Lay on your back on the bed baby.”

You breathed heavily as she took her place between your thighs and slapped her strap against your clit. By now you were absolutely leaking with arousal, your cunt gripping against nothing at all. The both of you moaned loudly as the strap entered you, with Riri immediately setting a decent pace for you two. Riri simply couldn’t get enough of the way your pussy wrapped and stretched around the object, and you couldn’t get enough of how full you felt around her dick.

“Fuckk mommy I feel so- ungh- so fucking full!”

She grunted as you tightened against her dick, damn near blanking out from how warm and drenched you felt around her.

“Yeah baby? Look so pretty squeezing around my dick like that. Such a pretty little whore…”

She sped up her pace a bit, and added her thumb to your clit, matching the speed of her thrusts perfectly.

“OH GOD, I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM!”

“Cum on this dick for me, doll. Go on, I gotchu.”

You were pretty sure you saw stars as you squirted against her, and Riri followed you soon after, leaving you both a panting mess. She gently pulled out of you, causing you to whimper softly from the sensitivity of it all.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

After doing so, you both cuddled up on your bed, agreeing to change her sheets in the morning. You had tapped out almost immediately, leaving Riri to fully admire how beautiful you were. She kissed you gently on your forehead, being lulled to sleep by how cozy everything had become, and wrapped both of you up in one of your blankets. 

“...Definitely worth the wait.”

I am on a roll with these huh?

pls dear God don't let it stop XD

#riri smut #riri x fem!reader #riri wiliams x reader #black panther smut #riri williams #black reader #wlw #glg

[chickensoup1025]

"Sayaka! Open the door! You need to calm down! Let's just talk about this!" Leon's fist banged on the bathroom door.

"Don't come inside! Please don't hurt me!"

He let out a frustrated sigh at her words and looked down to see the knife in his hand. "Oh jeez-" he set it on the farthest side of the dresser and came back to the door, but doesn't knock anymore.

"Sayaka?" He tried to make his voice as gentle as possible, like he's talking to a scared animal.

"Please!" Her voice was wobbly. He could clearly imagine her crying.

Leon turned around and leaned against the door, "I'm not coming in. Let's talk."

"N-no..." Soft sobbing.

He spent a few moments looking for something to say. "Why me?"

He waited almost a minute till a feeble voice piped up.

"I knew you'd come if I asked."

He could tell she was leaning against the door too, but sitting on the floor. So he sat down too.

A beat.

"Do you... hate me or something?"

"...No. I don't hate anyone here." she took a second to breathe, "I don't want to hurt anyone."

Even though Leon could see the damning evidence of that being untrue--the katana and its sheath on the ground, her knife on the dresser, cut slash marks on walls and floor--he still had a feeling she was telling the truth.

"So why then?"

"I have to leave." Sayaka's voice was full of conviction. Leon could feel goosebumps form on his arms. "..my friends... they're not safe. I saw in my video- something happened to them! Our lives as pop stars- everything I've worked towards- gone! I-I... I have to get out of here."

Leon thought back to his own video he watched mere hours ago.

-

"We're rooting for you, dude!" On the screen, Leon's best friend flashed a big smile and a thumbs up. Next to him were two more of their friends, all who he's known since childhood. "Good luck with the baseball stuff-" they all broke into laughter. Then the boy on the right said, "no, seriously, good luck with the ultimate musician thing. You're gonna need it, too." "Cause you sound like a dying horse!" "Shut up," the other was pushed out of shot with a smile. "Don't listen to him. You got this. We're rooting for you." "You better come home and visit as much as you can though!" "We love you, bud." "Gay." Suddenly, a horrible, horrible voice played over the paused clip. It was Monokuma.

"Leon Kuwata, The Ultimate Baseball Star... amazing in the diamond, and quite ambitious with his music dreams. What nice friends he has waiting for him outside the academy! But- oh no! What happened here?!" The video cut to the same setting of their school's bleachers next to the baseball diamond. But now it was abandoned, with what looked like ash blowing in the wind. Some parts of the metal benches were obviously scraped or slightly caved it. There was blood that slowly dripped down the steps, but the worst part was at the top. A human thumb. The screen then cut to black with giant red words, "Look for the answer after graduation!"

A knot formed in Leon's throat at the memory.

"Your friends, too, huh?"

#danganronpa #thh #danganronpa 1 #my writing #sayaka maizono #leon kuwata #leosaya #ig #danganronpa chapter 1

[triple-asstro]

Salai Chapter 12: Like Spiderman

a/n: ITS OUT BBYYY i like this chapter a lot since it's more development on leo and salai i hope you enjoy it too <3

song: strangers by kenya grace

word count: 4.1k

Leonardo couldn’t sleep that night. It was an unwavering force that pried open his eyes, no matter how hard he tossed and turned, as he kept himself buried underneath his blanket. It'd been practically two weeks since he heard from his friend. He couldn’t remember the amount of letters and notes he’d sent, along with a small box he was tugging at. Were they okay? Could they be okay? 

His mind concluded: it was time to write. 

It’s been a while since I wrote. I’ve written about five letters asking if they’re okay, but they haven’t answered any of them. I’m not gonna pry or spy like Donnie does, which is pretty creepy, but my worries don’t leave my mind. I’ve tried meditation, drinking herbal tea; even swinging like they said; nothing! My heart feels like it’s shaking, almost. It’s incredibly weird. 

A ring echoed from somewhere underneath his sheets, as a gentle vibration was sent through his spine. He flinched, before rolling over, grabbing it to see who was calling him this late. He saw your name. Fumbling around, he snatched his phone, answering as he cleared his throat. 

“Hey- uhh- hey, what’s up?” 

What’s up?! You haven’t seen them in weeks and you start with that? 

“Hey Leo… First, I’m really sorry that I haven’t been talking in a few weeks.” 

“Sure, yeah, it’s alright. Just why?” 

“Umm…” their voice grew more silent. Leo’s nerves were practically on point. “How do I say this?” 

“Say what?”

“Is it normal for tentacles to grow out of my back?” 

The time was around 2:30 in the morning, on an even Friday, thank god. Leo’s instructions were evident and firm; head straight to the lair. You passed by multiple streets and alleys, spotting new shards of glass and broken canisters spread across the city. Thoughts inside your mind were muddled, resembling mud more than water. 

Two blocks, that’s all you needed to walk. Then, you had to make a right. Simple enough. 

You could feel a fresh breeze graze your neck. Instinctively, you turned around and raised your wakizashi, only to realise that you were threatening the late-October air. You must’ve been going insane. That’s the only explanation. 

Speaking of explanations, how were you going to explain this? The infant tendrils kept scraping against both your skin and your abundance of clothing. Their leathery textures didn’t add any comfort either, itching and irritating every inch of skin it scraped. 

You wanted these things gone, before it got worse. 

You made your two blocks and right turn, descending the ladders as fast as you could. The rust stung your skin, sticking chunks of it to your palm. Your former sting had faded, only leaving a small mark, one that could’ve been mistaken for a mosquito or bug. As you hopped down, you raced towards the faint light of the lair. The irritation only grew, driving your feet deeper and pushing off with more force than ever. 

Practically throwing yourself over the bannisters, you landed with a frantic jump. But when you looked up, you saw a familiar red-headed face within the crowd of mutants. Another glance past them reconfirmed your suspicions. Soon, you were ushered into another room by Donnie. He looked mad by the crinkling of his nonexistent brow. Either by you stealing one of his gadgets or something entirely different. The room looked dark and menacing, with multiple metals and gadgetry strewn across tables. It was both impressive and odd. 

The door opened once again, and Donnie appeared. His eyes seemed tired as he draped a white coat over his figure. He gestured over to a makeshift doctor’s bench made of old office chairs taped together, and you obliged. 

“So, can you tell me how this happened?”

“Well… I was on my way home and I saw this broken canister lying on the ground. There wasn’t any ooze or anything, just some dead creatures inside. So I disposed of it in the dumpster nearby. Next thing I know, I’m getting ready for bed and I feel this sharp sting on my skin, so I smack it and this…creature falls out. So I think: oh, just a bug. Nothing to worry about. Cut to five minutes later. I’m scratching and itching all over my back. I go to the bathroom, and tiny tendrils are sprouting out of my back!” 

“Then you called Leo?”

“Yep,” you nodded. 

“Okay, can I see these tendrils?” 

“Uh.. okay?” you answered, slightly lifting your jacket and shirt. The four tendrils seemed to wince at the fluorescent light, retracing back into your back. The movement sent a shiver down your spine. He glanced at it for a while, prodding and studying the creatures. After what felt like hours, he motioned you to let go of your shirt, letting it rest back on your back. 

“Well, it’s certainly odd. I’ll give it that.” 

“I’d hope so. Tendrils on anyone or anything isn’t a normal occurrence.” 

“It’s probably something to do with that thing that bit you. For now, you’re gonna have to stay here so we can monitor you, in case anything starts mutating or developing.”

“Understandable,” you said, nodding. Donnie nodded back, leaving you to your own devices. You took this time to truly gaze at your new friends. They were tiny, almost like velcro, constantly squirming now that they were out. Every time they moved, you could feel a twinge of discomfort speed down your back, like it was attached to the damn thing. This was everything you weren’t anticipating. 

A swing through the air twirled your head around, only to see Leonardo standing in the middle of the door. His eyes looked less tired, to your delight. But when your gaze glanced downwards, your stomach slightly sank at the sight of multiple bandages. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey, are you feeling better?” 

“Sort of. I know that, hopefully, I’m gonna be okay.” 

He sauntered over towards you, placing a mug emitting light steam next to you. 

“What’s this?”

“Oh, it’s just some herbal tea that should help with your pain. I thought it would help.” 

You grabbed the cup and took a sip, humming as the tea slid down your throat warmly. “Hmm, that’s good.” 

“R-Really? It’s… good? ” 

“Yeah, I feel slightly better now,” you said, an uncomfortable silence wafting in the air. “Are you okay?” 

“Yes, I’m alright.” 

“Okay,” you stated, slapping your knees lightly. “I apologise for just dropping off the radar. It’s this stupid, stupid thing I do whenever I feel like something’s going to end badly. It’s saving myself when there’s no danger in sight. It’s no excuse for what I did, but I’m working on it.” 

Leo nodded. “It’s alright, I’m just glad you’re okay.” 

You smiled, concealing the growing warmth in your heart. The sinking sensation in your stomach transformed into a fluttering, “I’ve got an idea, if you’re willing to hear me out.” 

“Alright, let me hear it.” 

“We should team up. If you’re going against these Kraangs and the Shredder, I wanna help as much as I can. I should be able to do something, right?” 

He chuckled. “I’m glad you want to help, but I don’t want to see you hurt.” 

“I’m not going to get hurt.” 

Leo stared into your eyes, your expression never changing. “And if I do, we’ll deal with it. Together.” 

“...I’m still unsure. You’re willing to take this risk?” 

You snicker slightly. “Yes, I take this risk, Oh Fearless Leader Leonardo. Leader-nardo! ” 

As you reached your hand to shake his, you felt a strong twinge on your back. Your arm thrusted out, as did your tendril. It emerged from your back and sped in the same direction as your arm, nearly decapitating poor Leo. Pain coursed through your back, small drops of blood decorated the floor. The tendril embedded itself into the wall as small pieces of concrete shed off and fell onto the ground. Its skin was a deep magenta, leathery, and spiked to all hell. 

“Fuck!” you exclaimed. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Are you?” 

“I think so. It was only moderately painful.” 

“...i’m getting Donnie.”

“Fair enough.” 

After almost killing their brother, the turtles were now certain of monitoring you. If one tiny tendril only took a few hours to develop into a massive two-metre one, what else could happen? This culminated in your entire early morning being taken up by Donnie staring at you, clutching onto his clipboard with all of his strength. You’re surprised it didn’t break underneath it. The other tendrils were quite the challenge. Second one developed around three in the morning. You were laid with your back towards the sky, mildly dreading the pain you were about to experience.

Mikey sat next to you, patting your head, which didn’t help with the pain. Leo kept supplying tea to soothe your nerves and stay by your side, which did help.

What did Raph do during this time, you may ask? He kept mercilessly taunting you, and if you ever asked him about it, he’d say he was simply teasing. Thankfully, it was quickly shut down with the second tendril sprouting and shoving him across the room. You were too busy cackling to yourself to process the pain. Two tendrils out of four, done. 

Tendril number three came out more calmly compared to the rest, only injuring small kitchen appliances; This one grew at four thirty-seven in the morning. You were headed to finally eat something to keep yourself awake. As you placed some toast into the toaster, you heard something unusual, like the hurried rushing of three people all at once. As soon as you turned around, you got the panicked expressions of Raphael, Donnie and Mikey, which swiftly dissipated when they saw you. 

“What’s got you all riled up?” 

“Nothing, just don’t let Leo anywhere near that thing. Trust me, you don’t wanna know.” 

“Alright… April? Do you want anything?” 

April sat on the couch, silent. She was muttering to herself, fidgeting with an unknown object. 

“...okay. Keep talking to yourself.” 

“Feeling better?” Mikey asked. 

“Yeah, after like two of them, my back’s kinda invincible. Tough as nails.” 

“That’s what I’m talking about, bro! You’re gonna be alright. Swimming with the fishes!” 

“...that’s a saying of death, Mikey.” 

“I appreciate the effort, really I do,” you responded, carrying your plate of freshly popped toasts towards April. Leo was sitting there too, watching Space Heroes. Your back was aching in pain due to two tendrils bursting out of it. Your mind felt almost indifferent to the change you were going through. Maybe it just hasn’t sunk in yet. 

“April… April? ” 

“What?” she spat. Her eyes grew wide before realising what she said. “Sorry, just focused right now.” 

“It’s alright. Just wanna ask if you wanted some toast.” 

“Oh… that actually sounds good. Thanks.” she said, taking a piece and chewing on one corner. She hummed in delight. 

“Hey April,” called Donnie. “Wanna check out what I’m making over here?” 

April fell silent, her lips flattened into a singular line. 

“Uh… kinda busy right now, Donnie.” 

“Oh..okay.” 

You blinked, nibbling on your portion of toast. “Huh. That was weird.” 

“Yeah… I need to get some air,” April huffed, walking away from her previous spot and into a miscellaneous tunnel. 

“Okay then…?” You hum to yourself before turning to the blue-clad mutant who was staring at the screen with some intensity, you worried he might shred it up with his mind. “Hey, Leo?” 

“Hm?” he hummed, disconnecting his eyes away from the screen and towards you. “What’s up?”

“What do you think happens when one of them gets cut off?” 

Leo pressed his fist underneath his chin, squinting. “It’ll probably stay cut off. I’m not the type of guy you want to talk about this kind of stuff. It's more Donnie’s thing.

“I wanna hear your opinion about it. That’s why I asked: What do you think?” 

He stopped, processing your response. His eyes went blank, as if staring off into an unknown space.

A sharp wave of heat enveloped you, causing you to clutch your forehead. Leo reacted, placing his hand on your forehead. 

“Fever. Hold on.” 

He paused the TV, rushing towards the kitchen, to which everyone panicked. Thankfully, it was only to grab an ice pack to place on your forehead. You mumbled out a thank you in response. 

“What does it feel like?” asked Mikey. 

“Like giving birth, only four times.” 

“Gnarly sight…” 

“And image,” you chuckled. You watched him give you a brief thumbs up, walking away. You glanced back, noticing Leo’s immediate head-turn. He was staring. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey…” he responded, scratching the back of his neck. “Still feeling okay?”

You chuckle at his worry, but wince as pain pangs throughout your head “Yes, Leader-nardo. I haven’t moved even once.” 

“I know, just checking.” 

“And I appreciate it. You’re watching Space Heroes?” 

He shrugged his shoulders, reaching for the remote with his free hand. “Oh, it was just on. We can switch it.” 

“No wait, I think I remember this episode! The one where Captain Ryan fights the Cortexicons and Hypnotica?”

“Yeah, that one! Have you watched it before?”

“I know what it’s about, but I’m still on season one…” 

“You’re watching season one? What’s your opinion so far?” he said, questions continuing to flow out of his mouth at record speed.

“It’s pretty good. A bit cheesy, but enjoyable.” 

You both looked back at the screen, eyes wide. As you kept watching the episode, you felt a twinge in your back. Was another ready to pop out? Surges of pain coursed through you, the clawing against your back smacked your head in realisation. It kept scratching and clawing at your fleshy back, ripping the pre-existing holes and making them bleed. 

With a jolt, you lurched back, groaning out your pain. Leo rushed towards your side, hands hovering in uncertainty. Everyone else crowded around you, varying between understanding what was going on and ignoring. Meanwhile, you kept grabbing at your head, pulling out some hairs in the process. The appendage burst out of your back, sending blood splattering and agonising aches through you. As soon as it escaped your back, it landed on the floor with a wet thud. Three out of- 

Another jolt of pain jabbed your back. This time, swiftly and efficiently. 

“Oh, come on!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms into the ground. Coincidentally, your tendrils did the same, driving themselves into the ground, cracking them into pieces. They lifted you up, letting your body hover above. The fourth, and hopefully final, appendage finally escaped your back and landed on the ground like the rest. Your back was draped with blood, along with the back of your t-shirt and jacket. You looked around the crowd, seeing everyone's concerned yet scared expressions. Except Raph, he was ecstatic. 

When morning arrived, you were exhausted. You alternated between checkups with Donnie, washing your bloodied clothes with Mikey, and resting for prolonged periods of time with Leo and Raph. Those times were when they weren’t bickering and bantering with one another.

Somehow, Raph had pulled you aside and propped you in front of his punching bag. To ‘test out your new abilities’, he said. You were still groggy and exhausted, but gave it a go, anyway. Better to comply than argue more.

“Okay, can you try to lift one of your…things?”

“My…things?”

“Y’know, your…limb.” 

“Nice phrasing there,” you snidely remarked. You concentrated your mind, commanding it to levitate, and it did. After a few seconds of strain, you confidently made it hover above the ground, controlling it like it was your own arm. 

Raph nodded, his smile quivering in excitement. “Alright, now hit it.” 

“Hit…what?” 

“The dummy, idiot.” 

“Oh, like this?” 

You hurled your appendage towards the punching bag, watching in amazement as it shattered into a million pieces. Stuffing scattered the floor, along with the sound of crashing metal. Before you could blink, the door towards the dojo swung open. The force of the slam was enough to send shivers down your spine. 

“What was that noise?!” 

“Sorry, sensei, might’ve destroyed my punching bag.” 

“Who is this?” he said. The tall rat man stared at you with confusion and menace in his eyes. 

“Oh, hi mister…rat. I’m Leo’s friend. Really sorry about the mess. I’ll clean it up.” 

He approached closer towards you, looming above with intimidation. His eyes never removed themselves from you, analysing your every move and mannerism. What was he looking for? After five more seconds of uncomfortable silence, he stepped back and lightly slammed his green staff. 

“It is nice to meet another one of Leonardo’s friends. I can trust that you’ll keep up a secret?”

“Of course.” 

“Good.” With that being said, he turned around, retreating to the dojo.. 

You turned towards Raph, a nervous look adorned your face. “Was that good or bad?”

“Good, you didn’t make him mad.” 

After that encounter, tiredness took a hold of you. Its waves came violent and tumultuous, which eventually led you to collapse onto the couch in a huff. 

You woke up, memory in a haze, and with your head on Leonardo’s shoulder. The weight of his head on yours sent warm waves in your heart and stomach. Looking around, the rest of the brothers had fallen asleep or left, Mikey and Donnie being piled on top of another. You had no idea what to think, but you couldn’t deny that it was nice. 

However, something inside of you wanted to explore. It wanted to find out: what exactly more can these tendrils do? 

“Leo, hey.”

He woke up, as if a jolt surged through him. His eyes squished together before opening wide. That simple action felt like a hug around your heart. “What? Is something wrong?” 

“No, another idea just popped into my mind.” 

“What is it?”

“Let’s go out.” 

Leo’s voice faltered. Go out? Go out, like a date? “What?” 

“Outside, test these things once again. What if I could use them, like Spiderman?” 

“Oh. Oh yeah! I’m just a bit worried.” 

Your voice lowered. “About…what?”

Leo straightened his back, adjusting his posture. “The risk, what if you could get hurt?” 

“Okay, how about we can go out for ten minutes, and if at any point you feel like we need to dip, we leave. Does that sound ok?”

He paused, eyes static. Then, they went calm again, his pupils slightly enlarging when he glanced back at you. “Okay.” 

The night sky tasted fresh. You were positioned at the edge of a rooftop, a small can elevated above you on the rooftop exit. All you wanted to do was hit it. You took a deep breath in, closing your eyes as you repeated the command in your head: hit the can. 

You felt the command warp your body and lift your appendage. With one more affirmation, you thrusted it towards the can. A clatter, along with a clap, convinced you to open your eyes. To your shock, it just missed the can. 

“Ugh…” 

“Hey, you almost got it. That’s progress.” 

“Yeah, almost. I almost got it.”

“You can try a different position?”

You both paused. 

“That’s what-”

“-she said. I know.”

You gasped, crossing your arms. “How dare you, you asshole! You finally get my jokes?”

“Yes, Raph had to explain them to me.”

“Oh, that’s hilarious. And concerning.” 

Leo chuckled, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smile. You chuckled as well, eyes softening. He’d hardly been this giddy, even in front of you. Your eyes wandered, spotting a hanging metal bar from a nearby crane. From the looks of it, it was inoperable.

“I’m gonna try something.” 

“Try what?” 

“Something potentially dumb,’” you said. With a swift rush, you dashed off the rooftop, commanding your appendage to grab the pole. Now, if you were betting the right cards, your limb would listen to you and grip onto the metal beam. Thankfully, for both Leo’s sanity and your health, it did. The air flew across your skin, the smell of rain wafting through your nose. You catapulted yourself into the air, however, didn’t take account of what would happen after. The sudden rush of adrenaline and the tremendous speed of your descent sent you into a mild state of panic. 

“Shit!” you yelped. Your first instinct was to extend all of your tendrils in an attempt to stop your descent. However, another force jolted your body. It grabbed at you and landed on the opposing rooftop. When you finally opened your eyes, you glanced upwards.

That proved to be a colossal mistake. The sight of Leo’s panicked yet soft expression sent another flood of confusion and joy through your body. His body relaxes as he sees that you’re unharmed, dropping you to the ground. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just got caught in the moment. Sorry for the scare,” you responded. His shoulder relaxed as the tension subsided. His shoulders relaxed as the tension subsided As you got to your feet, brushing yourself off, you noticed the way Leo kept his hands behind his back.

Was he hiding something?

A smile spread across your lips, One that was smug, and had Leo gripped in nervousness. 

“What? You’re scaring me…” 

“Nice try, what’s behind your back?” 

Leo shrunk, his shoulders retracting back into himself. With an uneasy grip, he revealed what exactly he was hiding: a tiny box with a silver ribbon wrapped around it. The ends were tattered with further inspection, but you were more marvelled at the surprisingly clean state of it. 

“Did you steal this?” 

“No…well, only the box. But I definitely didn’t steal it from a shop-”

“I was just asking a joke, but I admire your dedication.” 

You opened the box, discarding the lid, before peering inside, only to see a small bracelet, handwoven with carven wooden ornaments. Bringing the bracelet up to your face, you noticed, upon further inspection, that the wooden ornaments weren’t wooden, they were… acorns ; carved into small objects. 

“That one was of the time you gave me your jacket, I promise I will give it back to you,” he said, pointing at the jacket-carved one. The rest were as follows: a bluebell, a purple lilac, and Saturn. 

“Oh, it’s fine, you...you can keep it.” 

You couldn’t help but slightly chuckle at the adorableness, resting your hand on your cheek. You wanted to hug him, to squeeze him as hard as you could; but you can’t. Too embarrassing.

“I’m going to wear this for the rest of my life. I hope you know that.”

“Really? Um - thanks.” 

“No problem, really, it’s great,” you said, smiling up at him. You immediately bite it back, as he turns back to face you once more, “So, you wanna try that again?”

With a smile on your face, you jumped off the roof again, grabbing onto Leo as you swung. You felt your body fling into the air, sending adrenaline coursing through you. But this time, you kept your eyes open. A building’s wall was just a few metres away. You could easily catch it, right? Yes. 

Meanwhile, Leo was clinging onto your body like a frenzied lemur. His entire body was frozen, never before has he been this terrified. Even compared to fights against Foot Clan and numerous mutant beasts, this takes the cake. 

You leapt above, swinging past building by building. At this point, you dropped Leo off at another rooftop, because he was afraid of dying an early death. While swinging with Leo had a bonus of having him by your side, you understood the immediate fear of heights would detour some people. As you swung and he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, a certain building with white walls and a bright green plus sign caught your attention. 

You halted, landing on the fire escape near the window, only to instantly regret your decision. The sight of beeping monitors and bright fluorescent lights didn’t help either. A limp figure sat in a distant chair, slowly breathing in and out, eyes dull and strained from the light. A lump sinked in your stomach as you leaned away from the window. 

You couldn’t look at it, no way. 

“Hey, you ok?”

A hand rested on your hand, and your fist hurled into Leo’s stomach. Surprisingly, he keeled over, groaning in pain. 

“Oh shit, Leo! Are you ok? God, I’m so sorry…” 

“It’s fine… Just don’t try to do it again,” he mumbled, catching the figure in his sight. His shoulders rested. “Is that someone you know?” 

“It’s..no one. Just caught my eye,” you said, averting your eyes. With a chill down your back, you hopped on the railing. “Let’s go, okay?”

He sighed. “Okay.”

#2012 tmnt x reader #2012 tmnt #tmnt #leonardo x reader #tmnt 2k12 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt leonardo #2012!leo x reader #tmnt fic #salaìfic

[authormomo]

Sneak Peak - Take You Apart and Put You Back Together Chap 23

“What happened to you?” The question was soft, hesitant. His chest tightened even more. The wry smile on Itadori’s face felt jagged and wrong but it was the most he could offer his old friend.

“A lot.” A simple response which answered nothing. A familiar frown marred Fushiguro’s handsome face. The dark brows furrowed together as the sorcerer in front of him tried making sense of this mess. Emerald eyes observed him carefully; taking stock of the new black cursed marks that decorated his face and pausing for a long time on the scarred bite mark at his throat. The bruises and hickies along his neck felt especially damning. The evidence of Sukuna’s ownership and lust on for show and impossible to hide.

“Careful, you’re gonna get wrinkles.” Fushiguro’s gaze snapped back to his own. The awkward silence was interrupted as his old friend cleared his throat and pulled away from Itadori. The lingering warmth of another human, he hadn’t realised how much he missed it. It was a subtle warmth, matched to his own temperature. Completely unlike Sukuna’s searing touch, almost branding in its intensity. The pink haired teen couldn’t help but rub the skin on his wrist that Fushiguro had held, already reminiscing about a touch that probably shouldn’t have happened.

I'm still writing!! Just very very slowly! I foresee this story ending soon because it's taking up soooooo much time and brain space. I want to keep writing other little fics like Salt Water and Just For Me. The big projects are draining hahha So expect the next chapters to be 3K words +

#jjk fic #itadori x sukuna #tya #m/m fiction #ryomen sukuna #yuji itadori

[haunted-hallowed-grove]

everyone theorizing why ryan won this episode but no one saying what my immediate thought was. yall are missing a piece of evidence that I believe is key to understanding what happened.

the fucking lotion guys.

oh, was it just a coincidence that the first time ryan won there was no trophy, and in its stead was lotion? I think not!

the professor made sure ryan would win, so he could give him that lotion. I'm pretty sure I saw a post that actually totalled the score, and ryan had fewer jellybeans. but why would the professor fix the game in ryan's favour?

this is the part I'm not so sure about. but my theory is that the lotion has some kind of power to it, and so when ryan uses it over time, it will do something to him (kind of like how over time, ryan whittled down the professor's jellybeans).

remember how the professor was a little too into that "flesh" comment? I think it's because he doesn't have any. hes not real. the weird box is putting up a hologram (remember that bit where he powered down, then back on?).

all this to say, I think the professor is using the lotion to basically steal ryan's like, life essence or something. but mark my words even if the rest if it isn't true, theres gonna be something with the lotion later on.

#puppet history #the professor #ryan bergara #watcher

[the-zk-directory]

Has the Zutara fandom ever analyzed this (x) interview with Aaron Ehasz? ‘Cause I really think we should...

I think it’s the only time he’s ever directly addressed Zutara publicly. And, of course, he doesn’t say much, and certainly doesn’t confirm the rumours -- but I still find this video incredibly interesting, especially within the context of said rumours.

Girl (Ingrid): “Okay so, if you could change one thing in the legend of Aang, what would it be?”

^^Starting off with an interesting exchange because she knows what she’s really asking

^^And he knows what she’s really asking.

AE: Y’know, I’m, *stutters* --- It’s hard, because I’m happy with how it turned out…

                                                           ----x----

AE: I’ll tell you the one thing that comes to mind…

                                                          ----x----

AE: …which is not what you’re expecting and it’s a little bit… petty *proceeds to go into something else which, while interesting, is not at all related to shipping*

                                                          ----x----

AE: I don’t know, that’s probably not the best answer you were hoping for but uhhh… MAYBE that’s the thing that I would change…

                                                          ----x----

AE: but, I respect the choices that the directors made and that Mike and Bryan made, y’know – probably good reasons.

“I respect the choices Mike & Bryan made” does not sound to me like someone who always agreed with the choices Mike & Bryan made.

So, he successfully deflects away from talking about shipping. But then he gets a little bold:

AE: What were you hoping I was going to say, Ingrid? *jump cut* What would you change?

Ingrid: Are you sure you want to know this? Are you sure?

AE: You can tell me. You can trust me. You can tell me. I wanna hear it.

Seems he really wants to hear it. Hmm, why would a writer, who, ~potentially~ had quite a few arguments with the creators of a show in which he advised them about a certain topic (advice which would have evidently been ignored), and who seems ~potentially~ unwilling to speak about the topic directly (but ~potentially~ still harbors a bit of frustration about the whole thing)… be so eager to hear an audience member’s public opinion on said topic?

(Especially when said opinion ~potentially~ validates his side of the ~potential~ argument?)

Just a hypothetical.

Ingrid: I would like Zuko and Katara to be together…

AE: *nods*

Ingrid: [...] because, that scene, where she almost uses the water from the oasis to heal his scar it was, like, so much tension…

AE: …yeahhh

Ingrid: And they seemed like, so in love…

AE: yeah

                                                          ----x----

*jump cut* (I believe)

AE: I will say, I’ve seen some “fake” interviews with me online from time to time in which… I’ve seen fake interviews with me where – where it was not actually me

“fake”

This is interesting; I actually only noticed this as I was working on making this post. Why does he put air quotes around ‘fake’?

Definition of air quotes from idioms.thefreedictionary.com:

A hand gesture done when speaking to draw attention to a particular statement or indicate that it was someone else's words or that one is skeptical or critical of its use (similar to scare quotes in print media). Air quotes are made by curling the index and middle fingers of both hands at the same time in order to mimic the shape of quotation marks.

AE: *proceeds to wheedle out of giving an answer one way or another on ZK vs. KA by just saying that he lets the characters guide him, blah, blah, blah.*

No one brought up the rumours either. He brought them up himself, only showing that he’s well aware of them, but doesn’t want anyone to mistake what was written in that “fake” interview (this one (x)) as something he’s said publicly.

                                                         ----x----

AE: Like the question: Are you Zutara? *jump cut* I try not to root for ships because… I have to stay open minded to what the characters are gonna tell me and what -- what it’s going to tell me and the other writers. So, we try to follow them through on their stories and figure out what’s happening and pay attention to like, the signals that the characters are giving us, and then be open to the natural thing happening right.

I mean, sure, this is what a good writer’s supposed to do.

But like, clearly, as the show was coming to a close, there must have been a pairing that he felt was the more natural thing, right? Which one was that? Did Kataang feel like “the natural thing” to him???

He doesn’t tell us. And if he did feel the canon pairing was a natural ending, I don’t know why he wouldn’t just say that.

If it was a non-canon pairing that felt more natural to him though, well…

(“I respect the choices […] Mike and Bryan made, y’know – probably good reasons.”)

AE: So, if I rooted for it, I would contrive something, and it would feel contrived.

Cue Mike and Bryan (technically just Mike): “we always had a soft spot in our hearts for ‘Kataang.’” (x)

                                                           ----x----

*jump cut*

Last note: I really want to know what was said right before this.

(‘Cause if I was Ingrid, I would have pressed him for a real answer and then just agreed to not put it in the video.)

She’s laughing too. I JUST WANNA KNOW.

#Aaron Ehasz #Speculation #my contributions #Useful info. #I could have also capped his face as he said 'because I'm happy with how it turned out' and commented on that but I got lazy #Zutara #zukoxkatara

[asheanon]

❛  it was an accident ... simply an accident.  ❜

(what's the accident? The chandelier? Her ultimate abduction??? Did he spill his wine on Lorien??? Im gonna reply to our threads today bc this meme sparked potojoy)

From: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

The light, though perhaps not as bright as it made itself out to be at that moment, was enough to create strain. A twinge of pain met her weary eyes as she opened them.

Coming into focus were the various shapes and forms of something… immaculate. Rows of gilded embellishments, elaborate and vaguely damask in design, stretched across a marbled ceiling. Crowning the room, at its center was the assailant to her waking vision - a golden chandelier of similar sublimity.

A chandelier…

. . .

“Would you share this dance with me, my dear?”

It was as if she had been in a daze, the gleam of crystalline dancing in the light was cast in the reflection of celadon irises. She glanced at him - her friend, Lorien, donning layers of alabaster, aptly ballroom-baroque - his hand extended for the taking. With a warm smile, she accepted.

Here’s to another dance. One more acquainted than the last.

A tragic misstep due in part to a lack of spatial awareness perhaps wounded his pride, but the stifled laughter that was shared in turn only enriched the experience. Fellowship at its finest.

With their song drawing to a close, she began to wonder who was next. Perhaps Mina or Branson? Beyond the violinist’s shoulder, briefly, the Burmecian caught her eye. He appeared to still be brooding in the corner. Emitting an insurmountable aura of withdrawal, it was as if he reflected any and all social advances by this power alone, hovering over a drink and an assortment of hors d'oeuvres. Well… if he was next, perhaps their round could be shared at the table instead of the dance floor.

As the wayfarer and the violinist came to a stop, they exchanged gentle words and additional chuckle before parting ways.

Amidst a delectable array of various bruschetta, canapé and other such appetizers, a recent addition of roasted blueberry ricotta crostini called out to her - it was truly delightful. It would seem the spirits were too, the way some attendees drunk themselves silly. Eager to partake of one himself, Branson reached for the platter before, suddenly, they saw Lorien come storming by.

Though a grin was classically plastered upon his face, it evidently forced - he did not acknowledge the two, marching along with the utmost haste. What had transpired was unclear; however, visually, as she trailed after him, she spied what looked to be but a glimpse of a “bloody” footprint left in his wake. For just a second, a beat; as if it was a matter of luck she had seen it. It was soon covered by the ruffles of an oblivious guest’s ball gown.

Had he been hurt somehow? In that instant, she excused herself. She stepped outside of the ballroom. Upon entering the empty neighboring hall, she realized her eyes had not deceived her; a line of red footprints stained the floor. Upon further inspection, it seemed a little darker and thinner than blood... but no matter. Pursuing them for a ways, it wasn't until she nearly made her way to a door leading outside before it happened…

She felt… tired. And faint. He was nowhere in sight. The room she found herself in was vacant, save for its furnishings. She steadied herself upon the arm of a chair before allowing herself to have a seat in it. Her consciousness was beyond her control. The revelry beyond the walls soon faded out.

. . .

It was coming back to her. Some of it, anyway.

She sat up slowly, taking note of the status of her own person; her ivory gown, still white as snow - her slippers and other layers to her attire remained, all unmarred. No marks upon what skin she could see (a perhaps unnecessary observation to make as an Ethereal, but even still.) The lengths of her hair were… they were fine, but oddly maintained. Even the folds of her dress were laid out with care. Whoever had placed her here was either mindful or… something else.

With movement registering in her peripherals soon after, her study strayed. It was then that she realized she was not alone.

Before her stood a familiar figure; the shape of the feathery crest upon his head was enough to identify him, though the debonair attire proved just as memorable. Immediately inquiring on her concerns over the matter at hand, she was given what may have been the most vague (an oddly suspicious) answer she could have likely ever been given:

❛ it was an accident … simply an accident. ❜

“An accident…” She echoed.

At odds with her addled mind, the nearly ever-present curve of her lips was lacking, if not outright absent. Her gaze made its way back up to what was now becoming an eerily recurring theme looming above them. Or a part of it.

Here she was yet again - a white dress, a chandelier and him… There was a pattern beginning to form.

An accident… Was this all really just an accident?

#🌠 Ashe Anon | RP 🌎 #📚📖 🎭 #xkuja #What if... #-everything- was an accident? #(but I am laughing at the thought of any one of those things -actually- being an accident vs. “accident”) #(can't believe it on account that it's >90% lies with this fella) #(boy who cried wolf) #(bird man who cried accident) #also #-insert visual of Sleepy Sal in dress somewhere that I don't have please and thank you- #(I may even try to add a visual later if it keeps bugging me haha!)

[alicanta77]

NCT Dream Reaction: Them and their idol s/o caught dating by fans

Mark:

doesn’t know what to do or how to react to the news

he woke up to see that dispatch had leaked photos of the two of you

its a bit blurry and you’re both wearing hats

but you can clearly see hair colour and clothing and mark knows you two are sold out

you realise they can’t deny this so your managements get together to release a statement confirming your relationship

and while you’re both terrified some part of you is relieved

you both know it’ll be hard with the fans opinions but now you don’t have to sneak around as much and you can spend more time together

in a way it makes it easier

and mark is secretly excited to show you off

he doesn’t know how he got lucky enough to date you so you best believe he’s gonna be bragging

you know the will smith meme where he’s like “LOOK AT MY WIFE” yeah that’s gonna be mark

while there are obviously some jealous fans many more of them love the two of you as it’s obvious mark is happier than he’s ever been

many of them are furious at dispatch for revealing your relationship

most are just confused how mark found the time for a relationship

Renjun:

was not expecting this to happen at all

he’s so careful around you

but somehow you two were caught wearing matching jewellery and hats and that’s all people needed to be convinced

at first they only seemed like rumours and you weren’t too worried, you just made sure to keep a bit quieter and you both denied dating each other

but they didn’t die down at all

instead they got worse

people found little mannerisms that you shared, and moments you made similar jokes or anecdotes on tv shows, they analysed moments where your schedules lined up and it was spiralling out of control

neither you nor renjun had any idea what to do about it

so you finally came clear and asked for your privacy to be respected

of course it wasn’t but that’s a different issue

for now you and renjun could relax whenever you were together and just enjoy the time you spent with each other

he got to show off drawings of you and things you made each other

and together you would find a way to make things work

Jeno:

he’s a private person when it comes to his personal life

so he hates that it’s been invaded like this

he can deal with rumours because they’re just meaningless words

but someone has been tailing and stalking you for months to find evidence that you’re spending time with him

and he’s furious

his main concern is always you and making sure you’re okay so this has angered him to no end

he tries his best to follow management and just ignore the rumours until he’s told otherwise but god it’s hard for him to act as if the comments against you mean nothing

this man has endless patience, but he snapped on vlive once

he’s reading all these comments and watching renjun report them but he just turns to the camera and suddenly says

“please leave y/n out of this she deserves to be treated with kindness and if you care about me as you claim to then you’d understand that i don’t want to see someone i love being hurt”

the live ends quickly after that, the clip is edited out and jeno’s being scolded

but he doesn’t care - he’d defend you to the ends of this earth

Hyuck:

it happened right before an nct comeback

and a saesang managed to get pictures of the two of you hugging each other backstage and then the second one shows hyuck brushing hair out of your eyes

many fans were furious that there were more dating rumours around the time of nct’s comeback as it’s a pattern by now

and your fans were annoyed that they brought your group into it too

your managements wanted to say you two were close friends and then wait for it to die down but people were convinced you were together

hyuck refused to do anything that you weren’t comfortable with

in fact, he refused to have any meetings without you in the room

it was eventually decided that the best and easiest thing was to admit it

and thus your relationship was public

neither of you were prepared for what this meant for the two of you

fans were obsessed with it - in both good and bad ways

your privacy was a thing of the past and it scared both of you a lot

hyuck didn’t know what to do, all he knew was that he had to make sure you were okay and knew he always loved you

because you are, and always will be, his top priority

Jaemin:

feels so damn guilty

feels guilty because now the group’s popularity is damaged and the fans are angry cause he lied to them and you’re getting hate and everything feels like it’s crumbling around him

writes the longest handwritten note to fans apologising for lying to them and hiding your relationship

also tells them that you’re someone who he loves dearly and is happy to have in his life and that he hopes they can love you that much as well

is one who would probably lay low for a short while, just saying less in public appearances and being at the back for a bit

and you would do the same - both of you hoping it would blow over

but both of you were facing a huge amount of hate - especially with jaemin being the visual of the group and providing a lot of fan service, the delusional ones weren’t happy that he was unavailable

management suggests the two of you taking time away from each other and jaemin is speechless

it woke him up to the severity of the situation and went on bubble to send a large message to fans explaining that he adores you and that’s never going to change

then goes over to your place to tell you the exact same thing with a kiss

Chenle:

protective af

yall have heard how he shuts down delusional fans

he would want to release a statement just saying that yes you were together, no you’re not going to break up

and especially that their opinion isn’t going to change his mind or effect how he feels about you

but there’s also this soft side of him that he rarely shows people

like he’s commented on how there’s part of him that just wants to find someone to settle down and have a family with

so he cherishes you a lot more than anyone realises

and when management bring up how breaking up would be easier he replies fast with a “no.” surprising everyone in the room

he doesn’t leave room for discussion

for him breaking up is not an option, he’s not letting you go no matter what the company says

and makes sure to constantly remind you of this

“you’re the one thing that i see for certain in my future and i’m not going to just give you up, that’s not what this relationship is. this is for the rest of our lives if you’ll have me for that long”

Jisung:

panics

then panics some more

is called in for an emergency meeting with management

then panics some more

you’ve never seen him like this

but then you’re in a state of panic as well

neither of you are handling this very well

in the leaked photo it’s obvious that jisung is kissing your forehead

and even if he wasn’t you’re standing way too close to each other for it to be passed off as friends

you two realise that you’re going to have to go public and neither of you want that

you write a letter to fans and jisung writes his as well

and before you know it your privacy is gone

you’re both really scared as to what this will mean for the two of you

but what jisung knows is that he’s not prepared to lose you

he’s found someone he loves more than he ever thought possible

you will always be the most important person to him

and nothing is going to be able to change how he feels about you

#nct-writers #neowritingsnet #ankathia #ficscafe #nct #nct dream #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct reaction #nct reactions #nct dream reaction #nct dream reactions #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #nct imagine #nct dream imagine #nct headcanons #nct dream headcanons #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct angst #nct dream angst

[osamusriceballs]

Heat - Part II

Part I II Part III

Suna x fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~1,3 k

About: Just smut. 

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Your mate.

His arm gently wraps around your waist with his other hand behind your head to force you to look at him- not that you actually could look away, even if you wanted to. Not when your mate is right in front of you. There is something in his eyes that’s captivating you, that’s making it impossible for you to look away, something that pulls you even closer to him. His scent is overwhelming from the short distance, and every fiber in your body screams and begs for you to get closer, to bathe in his scent, to beg him to take you and fuck you and breed you-

“We’re gonna leave you alone. Get inside, your neighbors are gonna call the police if you do... that... outside.” The words from the other dark-haired male cause your attention to shift for a second, and you eventually break eye contact with the handsome man, who is still holding you close. The last sane part of you urges you to follow that advice, to go inside and lock the door, so you can spend time alone with your mate and finally let him relieve your urges- and you can’t  suppress a moan when you think about the actual mating that is about to happen. About how he will fuck you brainless and cum inside of you, how he will mark you and bury his teeth in your skin, being the most intimate with you that two mates could ever be- The three alphas look at you when another whimper leaves your lips, the tension in their posture evident to you. They are probably able to smell your arousal even from that distance and still being unmated, your scent must drive them insane. 

Your mate slowly comprehends his words, but the desperate moans that leave your lips cause him to focus back on you again, his body deliberately shielding you from the eyes of the other men in that process. You can feel how tense he is, his chest raising heavily for one last time before he briskly gets on his feet, pulling your body with him while he does. He sends one last warning growl to the men, an obvious threat, a silent promise to rip their throats if they even dare to step closer to you- and they quickly step back and give you more space.

Your mate takes a step in your apartment and pushes you inside as well, quickly shutting the door with his foot, but still making sure that you both maintain physical contact all the time. This time, he’s pressing you tightly against the door, your back meeting the cold surface, and your body almost gives up when you face your alpha like this- his attractive face impossibly close to yours, his hot body so close that you can feel the heat he’s radiating, and the bulge in his pants that tightly presses against your stomach. You can almost feel your slick dripping at this point, and you can’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him and pressing your face against his shoulder.

He closes his eyes, breathing deeply to maintain the last bit of composure. But you have other plans- you grab his shoulders and pull his neck closer to your nose, deeply inhaling his scent in an desperate attempt to calm your racing heartbeat.

“I’m... Rintarou.” He speaks slowly, the words barely audible, but his deep voice sends another wave of need through your body. His chest is pressed against yours and you feel like you could explode any second at the close contact. “I need you- Rintarou- alpha,” you whisper, knowing that he’ll hear and understand you when you’re so close to him. His body tenses at your words, at the word “alpha”, at his name leaving your lips- before he pulls back abruptly and grabs your chin to lift your face. His lips meet yours in an instant for a messy kiss- more like a clash of your lips, his tongue quickly pushing its way inside of your mouth when he leans forward to feverishly deepen the kiss. You’re too distracted from the make-out to realize that he brought his knee between your legs until you feel him pushing it against your wet core. You whine into the kiss, your hips involuntarily rutting against his leg to get some friction, to get some relief for your aching body- 

“Please- please, take me- I need it, I need you so bad-” the desperateness in your voice is not even the slightest bit concealed while you kiss down on his neck, right where is scent is the strongest, wanting nothing more but to be surrounded by his addicting smell.

“Fuck- please don’t say that, I can’t hold back when you’re like this, omega.” His knee bucks up to meet your rutting hips, and you almost scream in pleasure when your oversensitive clit finally meets some friction. “Yes- yes- your omega-” 

“Mine. His hands suddenly roam to your sides and wander under the fabric of your shirt, pressing his fingers against your hot skin and feeling your body close to him. “Only mine now.”

“Please, please-” is the only word you’re now capable to voice out, and you almost cry out when he moves his hand to cup your breast under your shirt and massages it roughly. “Yes, yes-” your body is on fire, your head thrown back while he starts to kiss down your neck roughly, leaving marks and bites on your skin that only fuel the fire inside of you. “I’m gonna make ya cum like that, my pretty little omega. Make a mess for me.”

“I can’t- you need to touch me-” you whimper but your body keeps on moving with him, his scent overwhelming and making it impossible for you to focus on anything else but him. 

On his fingers that keep on kneading your breast roughly, finally slipping under the flimsy material of your bra and pinching your nipple- 

On his hand that rests on your hip and holds you in place, his fingers feeling cool against your heated skin-

On his leg that’s between yours and keeps on rutting against your  pussy- and his lips that greedily move down on your collarbones, licking over the spot that will carry his mark later- and that’s when you snap. Your back is arching and pushing your breasts into his face, your legs caging his thigh when you ride out your orgasm, incoherent words leaving your lips while your body releases even more slick, the wetness running down his bare thigh now, but he only curses how “fucking hot his omega is”, and “keep cumming for me, omega, don’t stop”.

You barely realize how your hand is somehow wrapped in his hair, your other hand holding his shoulders for support when you finally calm down from your high. “Fells good, huh? Such a sweet little omega. So pretty when you cum for me,” his voice is laced with lust and you nod vehemently, his constant praises making your cheeks hear up from embarrassment. 

He made you cum without even touching you properly- and it was literally the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, nothing compared to any other heat you’ve encountered so far. His lips meet yours once again, and you feel how he tries to kiss you softly, but his body is craving for more. The bulge in his pants presses even harder against your stomach, aching for attention- aching for his mate.

You quickly drop your hand from his hair to between his legs, resting above his clothed hard-on for a second, your eyes begging for permission to touch him, to feel him too- and he nods curtly, a growl leaving his lips when you palm him through his pants. “Fuck- so eager, my pretty mate?”

Every word of him makes you whimper, your body heating up again, the release before barely giving you relief, when you get needy again, still needing your alpha to fuck you. Your movements get faster, desperate, your body trembling when he keeps on playing with your breasts, fondling roughly and kneading, a growl leaving his lips once again when you boldly sneak your hand in the elastic fabric of his pants and underwear and touch his bare cock without hesitation. His breath hitches, his hips rutting forward when you grab his impressive length with your hand to pump him- and that’s when his rut fully kicks in. His hands suddenly rip your shirt, and he’s deliberately ignoring your shrieks when he gives your bra the same treatment, not caring about anything but mating with you now. He doesn’t take his time before he removes his leg and rips your skirt as well, throwing the destroyed fabric carelessly on the ground. He grabs your wrist and forces you to pull your hand out of his boxers- and he resembles more of an animal than a human when he looks at you with his wild, lust-clouded, dark eyes.

“On the couch. All fours. Now. I’m going to mark you.”

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #Suna #suna x reader #suna smut #It will have a thrid part #I started writing it and damn #it got really long #I decided to split it up #because it's 3 am again~ #sorry to keep you waiting #I'm sure I'll manage to complete the last part tomorrow #this time for real the last part xD #SLEEP WELL EVERYONE! <3

[emisanemu]

Five more minutes

Dean Winchester x plus size reader

Rated M for blood and cursing

Word count: 884

Warnings: blood, slaying of vampires, blood, major character death

Description: A story in which you fall on the nail instead of Dean.

Your blood is pumping, breath wavering slightly, droplets of blood drip down the side of your face, sweat and blood. The masked vamp rushes towards you as you raise your blade to behead the monster. A smile forms on your face, ready to end another hunt, to save lives, thoughts of being home at the bunker cross

your mind as you square up with the vamp.

"It's over you vampire bitch."

As the words fall from your lips your swing the blade forward, chopping straight at the vamp's neck.

Everything happens so fast, like a flash before your eyes, you feel a hard shove against your chest, your blade flies from your hands as you hit the wooden pillar behind you. A sharp angry pain flies through your body, the wet feeling of blood running down your back, your eyes widen with a sudden realization of what just happened.

      Before you know it Dean grabs your discarded blade and sends it flying through the vamps neck, a harsh thud cuts through the sounds of your heavy breathing as his body falls to the ground.

You look at Dean, his green eyes locking on to you, looking you up and down for any marks, any visible evidence of a hunt gone wrong.

"C'mon, let's go get those boys out of here, and then get you cleaned up."

You would not be taking those boys home, you wouldn't be leaving this farm house, not alive at least. Your voice shakes as you speak,

"Dean, you-you and Sam get those boys home, I'm not going anywhere, there's something in my back, going right through my body, I can feel the blood Dean."

Dean's eyes lock onto your injured form once more, his breathing picking up as he comes closer to you. He approaches slow, his hand comes up as he reaches behind you. His fingers touch the entry point of the object and you wince, another hot flash of pain running from the top of your body to your feet. He pulls his hand back, dark crimson blood covers his palm. You look at Dean and Sam mournfully, your head pounds as more blood seeps from the deep puncture.

"No, no, no, Sam, go get the first aid, now!"

Dean's voice rises to a level of panic you've never seen before as Sam takes off out of the farm house doors, running to get any aid Dean may have stashed in the impala. Running in vain.

"Dean, I'm not moving from here, whatever it is in my back is the only thing holding me together right now, I'm not gonna make it even three steps off of this thing."

Tears well in your eyes as the words spill from your lips, your voice is horse, your lungs constricting painfully as more of you drains from your body. Your eyes meet Dean's again, the green in his eyes clouded with wetness as he looks at your dying form.

"I-I'll go get help, me and Sam will get you to the hospital, you'll be fine, you have to be fine."

You feel like laughing a crying, crying at the fact you were going to die, but laugh at the vain hope Dean had. You raise your hand, it shakes as the blood loss begins to take its toll on you. Your fingers gently wrap around Dean’s large calloused hands, his eyes meet yours, hope gleaming in them, hope that you would have hope.

“Dean…we always knew how things were going to end….it’s how it always ends for people like us, hunters…we don’t get happy endings, we don’t get fairytales, and we don’t walk away from stuff like this..this is the end Dean.”

Dean begins to cry, it’s not the first time you’ve seen tears come from the older hunter’s eyes, but it was rare. He squeezes your hand tightly and moves closer to you, his chest is heaving, he’s shaking with sadness and anger.

“Dean, look at me, please..”

His sad eyes meet yours, you give a light but pained smile, teas run down your cheeks and blood has started to run from your nose.

“Dean, I know this is the worst timing, all things considered, but I have to tell you, before I fade, I love you, I always have, from the first hunt, but I could never tell you, I was afraid but now is not the time to be afraid.”

The tears fall harder from Dean’s eyes, he’s shaking harder as he brings his hand up to your cheek lightly to cup your face. He keeps eye contact with you as he leans forward as he leans forward catching your lips in a gentle kiss. The kiss is long and emotional as your tears mix together.

As he pulls away Dean feels your hand loosen the grip it has on his owns and your head slumps forward, the front of your short is now covered in blood and you’re not moving. Dean panics and moves his hand to your shoulder moving you slightly. It’s to no avail, it was too late, all Dean wishes for is five more minutes, a chance to say that he loves you to.

#dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #Dean x plus size reader #plus size reader #major character death #sad #supernatrual oneshots #supernatural x reader #Dean Winchester x plus size reader