#seriously though what the fuck is he up to now

[hyuckswoman]

alumnusbf!mark helping you study

pairing: alumnus mark (who’s also your bf) x reader

genre: fluff

summary: you’re stressing over this one subject until your bf appears

“fucking hell” you mutter, your finals were in a week and you were currently studying the subject you have been dreading since the beginning of the study period. Studying for exams was not fun. Especially when you had this gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you that you were 100% going to fail.

markie

hey babe, you busy?

upon hearing the notification, you cursed at yourself as you swore you put your phone on do not disturb to avoid distractions .Yet here you were grabbing it to check the notification. turns out you did put your phone on do not disturb but since your boyfriend (who had to practically beg you to get removed off there texted you) was the origin of the notification, your phone still notified you.

being too lazy to write back, you just decided to call him

“hey, what’s up? I’m studying for my finals right now” you say after greeting him “oh really? I’m sorry to disturb then, how long have you been studying?” your boyfriend mark asks “hours. i literally had a full on mental breakdown studying the course because i suck at it and it feels like no matter how hard I study I just keep on failing” you say sighing “did you cry?” mark asks, maybe he knows you a little too well. “yea” you sigh yet again, it bothered you to see how big of a toll your academics were taking on you

“that’s a good thing then! wait no I don’t mean you crying is a good thing I meant it’s a good thing I’m on my way with food and stuff to give you a break” your boyfriend says making you laugh “mark, look I really truly appreciate it but I also really need to study” you say. honestly seeing how fucked you were because of this one course you couldn’t allow any distractions, and lord knows mark was a pretty big one

“no I know, we’ll just eat and then I’ll help you study. trust when I’ll leave you’ll be back in your academic weapon antics” mark says. after weighing your options (not that you had much of a choice seeing as though he was already on his way) you figured that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. you had the chance of having a boyfriend who already graduated which meant he already passed this course so maybe it’d actually help

“hi babe, i brought food” your boyfriend says, you were glad you had a boyfriend that supported your big backed antics. “i might make you my male wife at this point” you said as he hugged you. you guys then decided to turn on the tv and put a show none of you cared about for the sole purpose of having some background noise.

“okay, we’ve been slacking off for long enough, let’s get to studying now” your boyfriend says. you almost forgot about your finals for a second.

“okay, we’re done making the flash cards, quiz time” mark says quietly laughing upon seeing your face. “every right answer you get, i’ll kiss you” he says finding a way to motivate you as you looked like you were on the verge of dying. “I don’t think it helps, you distract me too much. i’ll probably only remember the kisses and not the actual class material” you reply. As much as it didn’t look like it you were seriously (for once) in the mood to study, you couldn’t let this pretty man distract you no more.

a short while after you were thrown over your desk defeated because what do you mean you only got like half the questions right???

“I don’t understand I’ve spent literal hours trying to memorize this shit I’m sick of it I just want it to be over” you sigh, this is the first time you’ve struggled this much over a school subject. usually being a bit above average doesn’t require you a lot of efforts so you never really tried that hard to pass your classes throughout the years. college beat the shit out of you tho!! you found yourself completely taken aback by the difficulty and you had to learn how to properly study throughout the years. if somebody asked you, you’d say you’ve got studying covered but seeing how this study session was going maybe you didn’t…

“I think you’re getting those wrong because you don’t understand this part” mark says patting your head as you mumble an ‘i know’. being the very considerate boyfriend he is, he then proceeded to explain the entirety of the material, dumbing it down whenever you looked up at him confused or when your eyebrows frowned a little too much. he also was so very patient, explaining the same things to you three different times as you had already forgotten what he said as soon as he moved on to another topic.

the dedication mark put into your academics was just too much for your heart to handle, you loved him so much and the fact he didn’t mind spending his evening studying with you instead of doing literally anything else warmed your heart. that’s why you didn’t have it in you to tell him you were getting gradually sleepier and were fighting your mind to stay awake because how could you when he looked so good concentrated trying to explain to you what you deem as the most incomprehensible subject ever.

“y/n? i feel like I’m losing your attention are you- oh.” mark says finally looking up from your study sheets seeing you asleep on your desk “pft, I didn’t know I was this boring damn” he laughs. since you were already in your pajamas and were in a position where the man could not carry you to bed he decided to gently shake you to wake you up “hm? I’m sorry I fell asleep markie, thank you for studying with me I love you. let me read the cards again to make sure I understand better” you say your voice a bit groggy “what? no go to sleep, nothing you read now will be effective just rest and sleep will take care of the memorizing for you” mark says preparing your bed for you “okay but only if you join me” you say already laying down under your covers “of course dude, let me put the things away and I’ll join you” mark says as he looks over to your half awake self that’s seemingly waiting for him

being in front of your final paper makes you realize even more how lucky you are to have mark in your life because you knew damn well that if the study session never happened you would have been shitting bricks internally crying over how much you don’t understand but now you got out of the final feeling confident you didn’t fail. you ran up to mark who was waiting for you to celebrate final period being over and he couldn’t help but mimic your immense grin as you told him how the final went better than what you had expected and thanked him for his help. He did refute by telling you it was all you and your mind but settled on taking a little bit of credit after you threatened him.

it was kinda crazy how mark made everything easy, every single thing without exception. looking at your boyfriend eating his meal you couldn’t help but smile thinking about how much you loved that man and how lucky you were to have him in your life.

#mark lee #mark x y/n #mark x you #mark x reader #mark fluff #mark imagines #mark drabbles #nct dream #nct dream drabbles #nct drabbles #nct #nct 127 #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct mark #kpop

[gay-dorito-dust]

Batboys with reader who has a silly collection of stickers and puts them over their faces, their suits or their weapons (most of them with silly encouraging phrases to cheer them up lol)

Dick

He bought you a set of stickers once and ever since it’s been his ultimate downfall but in the most humorous way possible.

Dick has a sense of humour, he didn’t mind a couple of stickers here and there, even going so far as to keep the cute cartoon mushroom stickers that you’ve left on his escrema sticks as your personal touch on his belongings.

He even once woke up to a face full of them and when he asked your reasoning as to why, you only shrugged your shoulders and said ‘I thought it’d be funny to see how many stickers I can put on your face without waking you up.’

Dick takes the whole thing in stride and in good faith and loves the fact that you went out of your way to cheer him up through your cute but inspirational stickers. It was almost as though you knew that he needed a little pick me up that day and did so tenfold by coating his hands in stickers that reminded him of your deep care for him and his mental health.

So nowadays Dick doesn’t mind waking up just to see his face covered in stickers and instead smiles and goes about his daily routine as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

Jason removed his red helmet from his hand and could only stare at the stickers that littered across the sides and back either a blank stare as Roy practically pissed himself with laughter.

‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, how did I not see this?’ Jason muttered under his breath, scratching at sticker of a cartoon Robin holding a stick in its beak.

‘Oh there’s nothing to be ashamed of in a little self expression Jason,’ Roy snickered, ‘but I didn’t peg you as the type to collect stickers and cute ones at that.’ He then points to a particular sticker on his helmet of a cat hanging from a branch followed by the saying; just hang in there.

‘piss off.’ Jason told him. He knew something was a miss but didn’t know what it was and now that he knew, everything was starting to make a bit more sense. For starters you didn’t kiss his helmet like you usually did before he left of patrol, almost as though you didn’t want to ruin something on his helmet that he didn’t see, at least not at that point in time.

He should’ve known because you’ve pulled this stint with his guns before in the past but what you didn’t know was that he kept a few that were now a little worn and faded. So while he appear a little peeved that you have took it upon yourself to decorate his helmet, he was a sentimental guy deep down who loved anything and everything you’ve given him and treasures it with his entire heart.

Jason’s a secret sap when it comes to you and knows that he’ll come to laugh at all this at a later date as he recalls all of it to you when he comes home, already envisioning your reaction when he’d inevitably calls you out on it, knowing that he could never stay mad at you for very long. He physically couldn’t and refuses to when all you were trying to do was lift his spirits.

You were too sweet for him but he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Damian

Wants you to take them off at first, how was he meant to be taken seriously if he was covered head to toe in stickers, ridiculous.

He thinks them childish unfortunately

However when you do stop putting your stickers across every one of his belongings for a brief stint, he begins to realise the true intended purpose behind them, and would begin to leave subtle hints that he wanted you to go back to coating everything he owned in stickers in his own way of apologising.

He’s stubborn but he cares for you and what you meant to him and if planting stickers on the sheath of his sword on the premise to uplift his spirits, then who was he to stop you from doing so. He wasn’t use to someone going out of their way to try and cheer him up and was more use to isolating himself from everyone in his room and just draw out his innermost feelings.

So you covering his face, suit and or weapons with stickers with cute and uplifting words was something he needed time to get use to, but once he does he tries to keep the stickers that had long served their purpose within the pages of his sketch pad as a keepsake of your thoughtfulness towards him.

This portion of his sketch pad is kept under a lot of secrecy on his part but you find it eventually because of course you do.

Damian wasn’t use to someone caring about him as much as you did and in a more unique way than littering the hilt of his sword in stickers made to make his day just that a little better. Damian, much like Jason, keeps a sticker or two on his weapons but in places where it would be harder for others to spot and would run his thumb over it whenever he felt that he needed your presence.

Tim doesn’t mind you putting stickers on his stuff, he’s pretty much unbothered by it and would just accept the fact that this was your way of saying that you’re thinking of him and his well-being. Tim knew you well enough to understand what you were trying to say through your stickers from the stickers you used consistently.

However due to his egregious sleep schedule lead to many instances where he would wake up to his face covered entirely in stickers, and at first he thought it was the lack of sleep that was making him see things but soon realised that his face was indeed covered in stickers, and would silently stare at you through the mirror as you tried hard not to laugh.

He threatens to plaster your face with stickers next time, he does follow up on his promise but that’s a story for another time.

To Tim it was almost as if you had just made up an entirely new way of communication through stickers, he’s even got them categorised based on their subliminal messages and what you were trying to tell him through them.

He appreciates the stickers and would even find himself smiling at them on the odd occasion and run his fingers over them gingerly as to not accidentally peel one of them off. He loved your unique way of cheering him up and would get a little sad when he sees that someone them were starting to fade or become worn, only to feel a warmth spread throughout his chest when he saw new stickers next to the places of the old ones.

Each and every sticker had it’s sentimental significance to him and if Tim were to ever find out that you didn’t have anymore stickers to spare, he would buy you more sets and act like he didn’t have any part in this despite the parcel having his name on it.

#dc imagine #dc x reader #dc x you #dc fanfic #dc fic #dc comics x reader #dc x y/n #dc fanfiction #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagines #dick grayson x you #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson imagines #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson fluff #damian wayne x you #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagines #damian wayne fluff #tim drake x you #tim drake x reader #Tim drake imagine #Tim drake imagines #tim drake fluff

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Eddie Munson X Henderson! Reader

Part one

Part two

Things between you and Eddie reach boiling point.

My requests are open. Read my pinned post for what I do and don't write 💌💞

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After a long day at school all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and zone out for a while, do something relaxing and fun.

That thought excited you until you saw a familiar van parked outside your house. A feeling of dread creeps over you and your suspicions are confirmed when you head inside and there he is Eddie Munson is sitting on your couch and charming your mother.

Dustin is hanging on every word he says, Eddie looks up and smirks when you clear your throat.

"What's going on... Why are you here Munson?" His shit eating grin does nothing to quell your irritation.

"Hey princess, thought I'd stop by to see baby Henderson after school. He invited me to dinner and I just had to accept" oh of course he did. Your eyes narrow at him, you're sure he's plotting a way to get you back after your encounter with him at the party last week.

"Isn't he wonderful honey" your mother beams and you bite your tongue. It wouldn't do any good getting yourself grounded over Munson.

"Oh he's amazing" you flutter your eyes sarcastically at Eddie who's full lips break into a huge smile.

"I knew you loved me secretly sweetheart" he pretends to swoon and it almost makes you laugh. Idiot. You could see how Dustin liked him, well just like a tiny bit.

"You lot have fun while I go out okay? And be good Dustybun" your mother coos to Dustin and you grin delighted at his flushed face and wait til she leaves before bursting into laughter.

"Aww Dustybun we will have lots of fun won't we?" You throw your arm around him and gently pinch his cheek, teasing him. Eddie snickers in the background.

"Why was I not informed of your nickname Henderson?" He asks all serious but the glint of mischief in his eyes says different.

"His girlfriend calls him that" you add and Dustin mutters under his breath about how annoying you are.

💞

Eddie has rented Labyrinth for him and Dustin to watch and the two of them are enraptured by it. The movie is pretty good and you know, David Bowie in eyeliner, that's always a good thing.

The doorbell rings and you assume it's the pizza you ordered. Your stomach falls when you see it's Jacob. Great.

He's all puppy dog eyes and sweetness. You're wary because that can change in the blink of an eye.

"What do you want?" He scowls and the sweetness is gone and replaced with his usual sneer.

"Charming, here I am hoping we might be able to get back together and you act like a bitch as per usual" you shake your head and question what you ever saw in him.

"Yeah that's not going to happen, goodbye" you attempt to close the door but he blocks it, you're hearts racing with nerves but you refuse to show it.

"Remove your foot asshole, go home" he ignores you but then his eyes widen and he gapes.

"Munson?" Eddie is beside you, glaring at Jacob and he towers over him. There's a menacing look on his face and he looks between you and Jacob his eyes flashing.

"You heard the lady, leave now" Eddie snaps and Jason holds his hands up though he still has that stupid smirk on his face.

"didn't realise you and Munson... He waggles his eyebrow and you slam the door in his face. Asshole.

"You seriously dated that guy?" Eddie asks disgusted and you wince at his look.

"He's an asshole and yeah I did and it was a temporary lack of judgement" you tug him by his jacket and lead him into the room to talk in private.

"Look thanks for that. Jacob is a dick but I can handle myself. I don't need rescuing" you assure him and he raises his eyebrows and folds his arms across his chest.

"I don't doubt that sweetheart but somebody needed to tell the asshole to fuck off. Good thing I'm here'' he shrugs and you sigh.

"You're everywhere I look Munson, you never leave me alone. Now you've infiltrated my home! I can't escape you and your stupid dimples and pretty eyes" you say the last part and your eyes widen, Eddie turns serious and his big brown eyes burn with an intensity that you've never seen.

"Pretty eyes hmm?" he moves closer to you and you find that you really don't mind. Your heart is beating like crazy and warmness spreads in your lower stomach, it's intoxicating.

Jacob never made you feel like this. Ever.

"Don't act so surprised. You must know how hot you are, even if you're an ass" you're pressed against your door and the ache in your stomach is out of control now.

"Hmm well you might be upright and bitchy but you're so fucking beautiful" his hand caresses your cheek and the air is thick with tension and before you know it the two of you are kissing.

You both kiss for what feels like hours but it's only a minute or so and it's perfect, you never want it to end. Eddie pulls you closer and you nibble on his bottom lip, Eddie stifles a moan and white hot pleasure pulses through you.

Fuck, you want to hear him moan again. Eddie pulls away for a second and you whimper missing the contact of his lips on yours. Then they press to your lips again and it's amazing.

"Pizza's here" Dustin yells and you and Eddie jerk apart both breathing heavily and Eddie is gazing at you in wide eyed wonder.

"Fuck" he whispers and you nod feeling stunned yourself. Dustin stomps through and looks between you and Eddie.

"What happened to you two? You went so quiet I thought you might have killed each other" he looks between you and Eddie suspiciously.

Dustin scoffs, "We were just talking butthead, come on let's get pizza" he looks back at you for a moment and you know that you want that kiss to happen again.

You're screwed.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #enemies to lovers #eddie munson

[venusjaynie]

baby names

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: a cute little scenario about discussing possible baby names with you husband chris.

cw: pregnancy, a lot of dialogue

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"what about... chris junior?" your husband turns to you with a smirk.

"we've been over this. he is not having your name." you say with an exasperated eye roll, though you don't fight the smile that graces your lips.

"i know, baby, i'm just teasin'. and bernard is definitely out?" you stare at him blankly in response.

"i know you aren't even serious about that." he just laughs at you. his laughter dies down and the two of you sit in a comfortable silence, with chris slowly rubbing your bump. you're around the 5 month mark now, and you couldn't be more excited, however the discussion of a name has been long winded, and hasn't just included you and chris. "what was nick's suggestion again?"

"nick originally said jimmy, which i vetoed. i love my dad but c'mon. then he said william." chris' reaction to the name didn't show much interest.

"that's nice but he just doesn't feel like a william, y'know?" you say to chris.

"i agree. matt suggested jonathan, which i didn't really like. mom still thinks he's actually a girl 'cause she says sometimes the scans can pick things up wrong." he says while looking at you, and you hum in acknowledgement.

"maybe she's right? sometimes they are wrong. it might be worth having a few girl options just incase, right?" he nods in agreement.

"what about... christina?"

"chris!"

"kidding, kidding. i like isabella." he says seriously.

"isabella... that's pretty. i like that one. that can be an option." he smiles in satisfaction that one of his suggestions has been received well. "i really like daisy, too." chris hums thoughtfully.

"me too." he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. "hey, if we do have a boy, what about theo?" a smile graces your face.

"i like theo, but can his full name be theodore so we can call him teddy?" you ask sweetly, and chris chuckles quietly.

"sure thing, babe. teddy sturniolo. he sounds like a fuckin' badass." his seriousness makes you giggle.

the two of you fall into that comfortable silence again, and chris runs his hand up and down your thigh gently.

"hey, i'm really happy i got you pregnant."

"that's an strangely romantic sentiment, where did that come from?" you ask teasingly, to which he shrugs.

"i don't know, it's just that, i never thought i'd have kids this young 'cause i'm immature as fuck, y'know? but you make me think i can be a really good dad." your heart practically melt at his answer, until he says "and obviously you look hot as fuck with my baby in you." and your smile drops, unamused. he doesn't even redact his words as you know that he means well, and as much as he's crass and crude, he is genuinely glad that the two of you are starting a little family. you reach up to press a swift kiss to his cheek as matt enters the room.

"did you guys decide on a name yet?" he asks, walking over to the two of you.

"yeah, i think we're gonna go with bernard." you say, deadly stone-faced, and you receive a death glare in response from matt, followed by a burst of laughter from your husband.

"tell me you're kidding." he says.

"of course, matthew, we are not calling our child bernard." he breathes what can only be called a sigh of relief.

"what did you pick then?"

"as of right now, we're pretty set on theodore." you tell him, running your hand over your stomach, and matt's eyebrows raise slightly in surprise.

"theodore, huh? never heard either of you mention that one before."

"yeah, we just thought of it." chris chimes in. "y/n says we can call him teddy, and i said we can call him theo, so there's plenty of nickname potential there."

"that's really cool, guys. i can't wait to meet my nephew. or niece, according to mom." matt says with a laugh. "hey, maybe it's twins and you guys just don't know yet. y'know how sometimes they can't see it on the scan? imagine if that happened to you guys. that would be insane."

matt's words make you freeze up a little. you hadn't even thought of that possibility, and while having twins would be fun, you're nervous enough for one, never mind two.

"i never even thought of that." you say with wide eyes, and matt can clearly sense the nervousness his words brought you.

"it's probably not twins, uh, they can almost always tell. you'll be fine!" he says quickly. feeling uncomfortable in the situation he created, matt awkwardly mutters out a 'sorry' and steps out of the room.

"and, babe, even if it is twins, we're gonna be amazing parents, yeah? and you're so strong so carrying those kids is gonna be light work for you, right?" chris says comfortingly. you nod, and relax again into chris' side.

you have to admit, the thought of having twins is exciting.

"yeah, it'll be fun." you say with a small smile. "we could get them little matching-but-not-matching outfits!"

"alright, sweetheart, don't get ahead of yourself, we don't even know if we're having twins yet." chris replies with a laugh.

"i know, i know. i'm just excited. and anyways, i've got another scan in a couple of weeks, so we'll know by then." he nods in response.

"imagine two mini versions of us running around." he says, secretly ecstatic at the thought of having twins.

"daisy and theo."

"fuckin' coolest duo in boston."

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this sucks ass :)

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[a-dauntless-daffodil]

get friendshipped, idiots

Vaggie: “Alright, form up. We stick close, stick together, we get out of here as fast as we can.”

Husk: “No shit.”

Angel Dust: “Aye aye captain Vagatha!” (pulls face) “Ugh…. new guy’s barely even moved in an’ he’s already slitherin’ ‘round my head...”

Husk: “Heh.”

Angel Dust: “Slitherin’ like a hot tongue ‘round a big hard-”

Vaggie: “Wrong side morons. Get on my left.”

Husk: “You can’t see shit on your left.”

Vaggie: “Wow really. Had no idea.”

Husk: “Why the fuck put us there? I don’t want you fucking accidentally stabbing me with that fucking spear of yours.”

Vaggie: “I won’t.”

Angel Dust: “Seeing us hot dudes really that hard on your EYE, huh?”

Vaggie: “Not like that’s an issue with you two around.”

Husk: “Seriously then why the fuck. Your girlfriend always stays on your right, so that’s the safest side to be on.”

Angel Dust: “Oh honey Husk, ya know we can’t compare to smokin’ hot demon princess of hell~”

Vaggie: "Just, get on my left.”

Husk: “Tell me fucking why.”

Vaggie: “Because I’m asking nicely?”

Angel Dust: “Could’a asked it nicer, toots. Could’a said ‘please’.”

Vaggie: “Will you two idiots stop wasting time and get on my fucking left side.”

Angel Dust: “Hmmm, lemme think about it.”

Husk: “No.”

Angel Dust: “I’m with Whisky Whiskers on this one. I’m all for things goin’ in me in general- not from you though. Not when they’re pointy. Not even if it WAS a dick, honestly. Not even if it had batteries an-”

Vaggie: “Alright I get it. I don't need to get your preferred dildo size."

Angel Dust: "How 'bout the brand~?"

Vaggie: "Cállate. Charlie give me patience….”

Husk: “Don’t you mean give me fucking strength?”

Vaggie: “If my demon hell princess girlfriend gave me strength you’d both be dead.”

Angel Dust: “Ya prayin’ to her was so cute I’m gonna ignore that.”

Vaggie: “Look-”

Angel Dust: “Us lookin’ isn’t the worryin’ thing here, Vag-EYE.”

Husk: “Uragh.”

Angel Dust: “Yeah I didn’t think that one through… So toots? Ya gonna admit you don’t mind if we get shived while ya not looking?”

Vaggie: “Not wanting that is WHY I need you on my LEFT, assholes!”

Angel Dust: “Oh Puh-leeease…”

Vaggie: “Shut up.”

Husk: “Wait-”

Angel Dust: “Charlie’s not here, ya don’t have t’ pretend you care-”

Husk: “Wait a fucking second-”

Vaggie: “NO. No more waiting. We’ve wasted that second, thanks to you two. Now shut UP, form up- and get in my fucking blind spot so I can keep my good eye out for your dumb, stupid, undisciplined asses!” (growling) “Ay demonio mio… deja de estar chingando…” (yelling again) “Fall in and don’t fall behind!” (marches off)

Husk: “….”

Angel Dust: “Well fuck that. She don’t got my soul in chains. I ain’t-”

Husk: “She wants us to watch her back.”

Angel Dust: “-whHAt?”

Husk: “You fucking heard me.” (following vaggie) “Come on.”

Angel Dust: (catching up) “You’re kiddin’. She’d sooner get help from a rabid-”

Husk: “She trusts us on her shitty blind side and doesn’t want anything getting the jump on us if she can help it. You heard that, yeah?”

Angel Dust: “…. she could’a just said so.”

Husk: “Like how you always say what you fucking mean?”

Angel Dust: “Sure as sugared tits, Huskers~” (sighs) “Whatever. Charlie Puff’d kill us if anything happens to her anyway.”

Husk: “She wouldn’t. You’d still feel like shit about it.”

Angel Dust: “Whatever.”

-after-

Charlie: “What. Happened.”

Vaggie: (sitting on couch face in hands, eye covered)

Husk: (hunched over, paws over ears)

Angel Dust: (hiding his grin with all four hands)

Charlie: “Guys.” (deep breath) “I’m gonna ask again- You’re covered in blood- which ISN’T yours? Right Vaggie? Definitely not..?”

Vaggie: (nods despondently without looking up)

Charlie: “Okay.” (breathes out) “Okay, we can work with this. But. WHAT. Happened.”

Them: “….”

Charlie: "No?"

Them: "....."

Charlie: "No one is getting off this couch until I hear what happened."

Angel Dust: "Keep sayin' stuff like THAT an' I know one person who'll for SURE be gettin' off-"

Vaggie: (GROANS)

Angel Dust: "See?! SEE!!! She ain't even denying it!"

Husk: "She's planning your funeral."

Angel Dust: "Oh she's plannin' something alright."

Charlie: "If we could not change the subject, please?"

Them: "...."

Charlie: “... Angel Dust. Since you have so much to say, would you mind?”

Angel Dust: (grinning) (grinning)

Angel Dust: “…..it was fucking adorable.”

Husk & Vaggie: (scrunch down)

Charlie: “The BUCKETS OF BLOOD was adorable?”

Angel Dust: “Naw, the-”

Vaggie: "Put a cock in it."

Husk: "You fucking swore-"

Angel Dust: (stretching out across the couch across the other two) “Oh c’mon gays! This is ME we’re talkin’ about-”

Vaggie: (shoving him off) “Don’t touch me.”

Angel Dust: (draped over husk) “-even for hell, this vow of silence shit is TORTURE!”

Husk: “Your whining in my fucking ear is torture.”

Angel Dust: “I could trying moaning instead, if ya want.”

Husk: (hairball sound)

Charlie: “Vaggie. What vow of silence.”

Vaggie: “… the one… that friends should keep for each other..?”

Angel Dust: “MMMMMMRRRRGHGH.”

Charlie: "Wait. Wait- the what..?"

Husk: "The vow of shut the fuck up Angel Dust."

Angel Dust: "MRRRGHGHGH!!!"

Charlie: “Unholy shit.”

Vaggie: "Charlie I swear on my right eye we're not coving up a murder- n, not one we planned on anyway, not premeditated- it was at most a collateral killing-"

Charlie: “Not that. You called them your."

Charlie: (anime eyes) "... friends…?”

Vaggie: “….”

Vaggie: “If I say ‘yes’ will you not ask any more questions about the blood.”

Charlie: (already tearing up) “Ye-ess.”

Vaggie: “Then yes. These two…” (lowers hand) (GLARES) “…. Stupid, annoying, moronic idiots are my.” (grits teeth) “FrIENdS.”

Charlie: (bursting into tears) “OH VAGGIE-! THAT’S SOOOO-”

Angel Dust: (shrieking) “THEY TRIED TAKIN’ A HIT FOR EACH OTHER!!!”

Demon Charlie: (also shrieking) “-a WHAT!?”

Vaggie: “You…. bastard…”

Husk: “We should have left him there to die.”

Angel Dust: “But ya didn’t~”

Charlie: “WHAT HIT WHERE WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIT WHO TRIED HITTING YOU DID THEY HAVE HEAVENLY STEEL WHAT IF THEY HAD HAD HEAVENLY STEEL- VAGGIE WHAT THE F-”

Angel Dust: “Welp!” (gets up)“My sexy work here is done!”

Charlie: “-WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE OUT GETTING FUCKING GROCERIES! HOW MANY TIMES-”

Vaggie: “You ruined everything, asshole.”

Charlie: “-START SENDING DAZZLE OUT WITH YOU AGAIN HOW DOES THIS KEEP-”

Angel Dust: “Correction- I’m getting YOU ruined later tonight, by HER.”

Charlie: “-WASN’T EVEN THERE TO PROTECT YOU IT HAS TO STOP-”

Angel Dust: “Enjoy the feral possessive demon smex, Vagswag~“

Vaggie: “Husk, kill him.”

Husk: “You really can’t go through a single fucking sincere moment without hiding behind sex and shit, can you?”

Vaggie: “Thank you.”

Charlie: (wrapping self around gf) “-ARE YOU SURE YOU’RE OKAY!? AND YOU, HUSK???”

Angel Dust: “They would both fo’ real rather take a knife in the chest before callin’ each other pals, but yeah, other than that they’re just our average fuck ups.”

Charlie: “A WHAT IN THE WHAT!?!?!?”

Angel Dust: “Don’t worry, Princess Charmin’. They hugged it out. It was adorable.” (grins) “I took pics.” (flounces off)

Vaggie: “…. We might need to actually kill him now.”

Husk: “Damn.”

Charlie: (slowly stands)

Charlie: “H u g g i n g . . . ?”

Vaggie & Husk: “Shit.”

Charlie: (beaming) (Looming) “Show me… The HUG..:”

Vaggie: “…..”

Vaggie: “husk quick stab me”

Husk: “fuck no I don’t want to fucking die”

Vaggie: “it’s that or hug!”

Husk: “….stab me instead.”

Charlie: (singing) “The only things getting stabbed around here~! Are all my feeeeeeeeeeels~!”

Charlie: “Oh look Angel Dust sent me the pictures!!!!”

Husk: “We’re killing him.”

Charlie: “Oooooh these would look GREAT on the hotel web site!”

Vaggie: (horror) “Charlie don’t-“

Charlie: “It can be our new FRIENDSHIP banner image!!”

Husk: (bristling) “My fucking reputation-!”

Charlie: “Annnnd done. Perfect! You two look so CUTE, jumping into each other arms like that.”

Vaggie & Husk: (clinging to each other) “NOOOOOO!!”

Charlie: “Exactly! Awww~”

-late night group chat-

charliesgirl: i hate u

AnnoDickus: Congrats toots <3 felt this whole junk heap shake from that last one <3 <3 <3

charliesgirl: fuck u

charliesgirl: do u want a bath waiting in ur room aftr work

AnnoDickus: unholy shit! was it THAT good????

charliesgirl: u were stiff af running for ur life

charliesgirl: do u even stretch

AnnoDickus: Depends~

FourLettersFluffye: do not fucking ask on what.

AnnoDickus: Dicks mostly <3

AnnoDickus: Store bought is great too btw <3 <3 <3

FourLettersFluffye: answer her fucking question.

charliesgirl: my brain needs a bath aftr every talk with u 2 i stc

AnnoDickus: XD "stc"??

charliesgirl: swer 2 charlie

charliesgirl: evry 1 else can go fuck themself

AnnoDickus: XD XD XD you are SO lesbian for her it's painful XD

FourLettersFluffye: shithead.

FourLettersFLuffy: answer her.

AnnoDickus: Yes pleeeeeeease have a hot bath waiting for me to get wet in aaaaaaaall over again~ after a hot day being wet at work~~~

charliesgirl: bubbles y/n

AnnoDickus: What the fuck kinda bath you having that's got no bubbles?????

charliesgirl: i shower y/n

AnnoDickus: Now that's just SAD

charliesgirl: bubbles roger

charliesgirl: gg

AnnoDickus: To get fucked in the shower~?

charliesgirl: gf cuddles asshol

AnnoDickus: Bet you'd be getting it again if you took /baths/ ;D

charliesgirl: charlie cuddles > sex

charliesgirl: gn

<charliesgirl> has fucked off

AnnoDickus: And with that last bit of bullshit at long last the lesbian was defeated

FourLettersFluffye: she cares. maybe fucking answer that.

AnnoDickus: Excuse you?? i did!!!! i said bubbles!!!!!!

FourLettersFluffye: no you fucking didn't.

AnnoDickus: How is cuddling better than sex anyway. Do ppl cum while cuddling? fuk no you don't!!! more of her <3 bullshit <3

FourLettersFluffye: you're so full of it.

AnnoDickus: could be so full of you instead Mr Husky~

FourLettersFluffye: go the fuck to sleep.

<FourLettersFluffye> has fucked off

AnnoDickus: IM not the one with my secret hug pics posted all over the hotel front page

AnnoDickus: Pussies!!!!

<charliesgirl> is turned on

charliesgirl: hav u thot about being real w/ him for 1 sec

AnnoDickus: THOT LMAO

charliesgirl: guevón

charliesgirl: u changed log in notif

AnnoDickus: Maaaaybe I did toots~<3

charliesgirl: fix. it.

AnnoDickus: Nah <3 <3

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #husk hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #chaggie #incorrect quotes #utter silliness #the only thing worse than having angel dust as a friend is also being actual friends with him #how many memes can i fit in here #hmm #a Lot

[sstormyskyess]

back on my "too many ideas when i already have enough" shit again... drabble/wip of ex-boyfriend soap x fem!reader [very wip/unfinished btw. also implied stalking? kinda?]

You sigh softly and settle into the couch while you wait for your boyfriend to get done washing up in the bathroom. It was going to be a great night—just you, your boyfriend, and some nice movies to spend your Friday night after a long and arduous week at work. Wrapping your blanket around yourself and tucking it in just so, you then grab the remote to open up the streaming service hosting your favorite movie.

Unfortunately, you’re rudely interrupted by a knock at your door. A bit strange considering how late it was, but you wouldn’t want to be rude, so you reluctantly get up and pad over to the door. You straighten your night clothes—one of your boyfriend’s t-shirts and a pair of shorts that some would deem inappropriate—and take a peek through the peephole.

The sight that greets you is a very unwelcome one. Half of you wants to just ignore the person on the other side and move on, but you just can’t help yourself.

“Johnny, how did you find me? I never gave you this address,” You hiss at him when the door is open enough for him to just see your face. The look on his face is almost pitiful; he looks like a poor little wounded puppy, staring at you with those bright blue eyes.

“We need to talk—”

“We don’t need to ‘talk’ about anything. Go away.” You start to close the door, but his hand sliding between the door and the doorframe halts you. “Johnny, seriously, leave—”

He ignores you and pulls the door open wider, his strength winning out over yours. “I’m not leaving ‘til you hear me out. Just…” His words peter off into a sigh, and he looks at the ground. “Just let me in, yeah? At least for a little while.”

“No. Get out of here, now.” You pull on the door, trying to close it against his grip.

The sound of footsteps coming down the hallway draws your attention away from Johnny and you turn to look at the source, your boyfriend. “Babydoll? Who’s at the door—it’s almost 9 o'clock.” His voice is gravelly, his exhaustion peeking through in his tone. This was the last thing you needed: your boyfriend coming into contact with your asshole ex.

“It’s no one, he was just leaving, actually. Isn’t that right?” Your eyes narrow at the man standing in your front doorway, your frown deepening. Johnny isn’t listening to a word you say, though, his gaze focused on your boyfriend.

“Who the fuck is this?” Johnny almost sounds offended at the very concept of you finding someone new to spend your time with. The hostility is mirrored in your boyfriend as he takes wide steps over to you, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist and pulling you to his side, a show of his claim over you.

“I could ask you the same thing,” your boyfriend practically growls, all of his sluggishness gone in an instant. “What are you doing on my doorstep, huh?”Johnny takes a step forward and squares his shoulders. “What are you doing with your hands all over my girlfriend?”

[is this anything. idk if i'm even going anywhere with this but we'll see? more soap on my masterlist]

#john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x fem!reader #soap mw2 #soap mw3 #soap modern warfare #soap modern warfare 2 #mw2 soap #mw3 soap #mw2 #mw3 #modern warfare 3 #modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #cod mwii #cod mwiii

[scekrex]

Could you write Adam x reader where they were rivals in Heaven for a few centuries (with an unspoken attraction), but then reader pissed off Sera and he was cast down into Hell. Adam freaks out and when he eventually learns what happened, he goes down into hell to look for the reader?

Okay so the beef/rivalry going on is band related, Reader is - just like Adam - a lead singer.

A bloody nose and two bleeding hearts

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, canon typical violence

note: beta read by @drxgonspine

When you opened the door to the studio and spotted Adam and his band mates, something inside of you snapped. You felt your blood boiling, your hands clenched into fists and rage and anger grew in your stomach. What in the name of God was he doing there?

“What the fuck?” you exclaimed, causing the brunette to turn around to face you. The confused expression on his face turned into a smug grin the second his cocky golden eyes met yours. “Move your bitchy asses outta here right fucking now,” you yelled at Adam and his mates, putting your bass guitar down. The brunette across the room crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head as he did so. He was not seriously disagreeing with you right now, was he?

“Dude, what are you- oh,” one of your band mates walked up behind you, wondering why you were so loud, but once he spotted Adam he knew why. The first man and you weren’t exactly on good terms - actually scratch that because that’s an understatement. You hated his guts and he hated yours. It had been like this for what? Two hundred years? Yeah, something like that. He wasn’t fond of the fact that his band wasn’t the only popular rock band anymore and you disliked how he always acted all high and mighty just because God had created him first. It wasn’t even his achievement, if anything it was God’s place to be proud of creating Adam - but the first man’s ego was huge, way bigger than his body. He was so full of himself that he decided to block the studio you had booked for that day. Your band’s name was on the schedule, not his and yet it was Adam’s band who had made themselves at home.

“Nuh uh, bitch,” Adam disagreed. Your words didn’t seem to bother him much as he was checking his nails - or at least he pretended he did because that fucking idiot was wearing gloves, there were no fingernails visible to check.

You groaned in annoyance as you crossed the room and stopped right in front of the brunette. He was quite taller than you, that did not intimidate you though. You were putting up with his bullshit for so long, the taller male was not something you should fear. Especially because most of his treats were empty words.

He was the type of dog to bark the loudest but he would never bite.

Your index finger angrily tapped against his chest as you raised your voice, yelling loud enough for the other studios located in the building you and your band mates were to hear, “Who the fuck do you think you are? That’s our name on the fucking list, not yours.”

Adam looked down at you, amusement was written all over his face. And while he knew he would never admit it to you, he found your behavior kinda cute - a thing that scared him, if he was honest. Because you were not supposed to think of the guy who hated your guts as cute or handsome. And yet he could not help but like you.

“What’cha small ass gonna do about it? Kick us out?” the taller male asked provocatively. His hands came down onto your shoulders, patting the left one as he continued, “Try us, bitch.” And that earned Adam a punch in the face - and not a light one either.

Golden blood was dripping from his nose as he hissed in pain, stumbling backwards at the sudden and unexpected impact. But you weren’t done with him, not when he acted like the biggest fucking bitch in all of heaven. Adam wanted you to try him?

Sure.

That way he would finally get what he deserved. You grabbed him by his collar before he was able to move out of your range and pulled him down so that the both of you were eye to eye. “I’m gonna say it one more time. Pack your shit and move your ass out of the fucking studio that we reserved.” you hissed, feeling his hot breath hitting your face.

The brunette was breathing heavily, his eyes were narrowed when he looked at you. You felt like your feelings and emotions were on a rollercoaster, because guilt crept up inside of you. You had just hurt him physically, something that had never happened before. There had been arguments, there had been insults but never ever had there been physical damage. You slowly let go of his robe collar before you took a step back.

Adam reached out for you, trying to grab your arm to stop you from leaving but he was too slow. “We’re leaving,” you mumbled as you brushed past your band mates, leaving them behind with way too many questions. You also left a speechless Adam who was not sure what to think.

-

“Y/N,” Sera’s voice echoed through the courtroom. She looked down onto a sheet of paper and you were quite sure that this would not end well for you, not when Sera’s eyes were so cold, so empty, so emotionless. She put down the paper and looked at you as she continued, “The court has decided that we no longer tolerate you as a winner. Ever since your soul arrived in Heaven you have started to sin.” And the worst part of it all? She was right. You had been sinning, you were no better than the sinners rotting in hell. “Your problem with Adam got out of hand, you not only physically harmed him, you also showed that you are too prideful to apologize. You might think of yourself as someone mighty, but you are not,” Sera’s words hurt. Not because they were harsh, not because she was making you feel weak and vulnerable but because she was speaking the truth. You were embarrassed of yourself.

Shame crawled up your back.

“And that is why the court came to the decision that we can no longer guarantee a safe environment in heaven with you around. You shall be casted down to hell to live with those who sin.” Your eyes widened at the seraphim’s words, she was joking, right? “Sera wait-” but she was not hearing you out. Sera snapped her fingers and with that a portal opened and you were sucked into it.

-

“I just hope fucking Y/N won’t kill the fucking vibe,” Adam mumbled, his lips wrapped around the straw of his drink as he and Lute were heading to the festival ground. “Oh he won’t be able to, Sir,” Lute had a wicked grin on her lips as she shared that small information with the first man. “Wait,” the straw fell from his lips and he looked down at his lieutenant, “What do you mean?” The smaller white haired woman eyed the taller brunette out of the corner of her eye, pride was written all over her face as she spilled the tea of the latest news, “The angelic court decided to cast his soul down into hell. He sinned. He stained his soul. He is no longer worthy to live up in heaven, Sir.”

The first man dropped his milkshake, the cup fell to the ground and busted open, leaving a huge mess behind. Lute wanted to ask what was wrong but the brunette was already walking into the opposite direction.

“The fuck have you gotten yourself into now,” he hissed to himself, angry at you for getting yourself in serious trouble and angry at himself for not preventing it. If Adam were to describe his relationship to you, he’d say it was complicated. Because it was, wasn’t it? Hating a dude’s guts was hard to do, especially when you made his heart beat faster, his pulse rose and you were the reason for countless sleepless nights.

-

Hell was icky. The ground was disgusting and the people were worse than Adam.

Adam.

You would rather die over and over again than to admit it out loud but you missed that fuckhead, even though your fights with him were what caused you to end up in hell in the first place. But you missed him - and not just a little. Yes he was loud, annoying and constantly riling you up, but when he was close to you, you felt… safe. It was weird, especially because you two had never been friends, he had always been that shitty douchebag, always pushed you around. But you couldn’t ignore that your rivalry was fueled by more than just hate - there had been so many emotions and feelings involved you weren’t even able to list them all.

You sighed, hiding in the shadows would get you nowhere but exposing yourself to the greedy eyes of the sinners down there sounded like it would get you into even more trouble. Without really watching where you were heading to you rushed from alley to alley, trying to find a spot that provided the smallest bit of safety. That was until you slammed right into somebody way taller than you. You wanted to flinch away, wanted to bring as much distance between you and the stranger as possible. But the taller male wrapped his arms around you tightly, leaving no room for you to get away from him.

“Fuck, I was looking for your damn ass for fucking ages,” the voice coming from the taller man holding you sounded familiar - a little too familiar. And when you looked up you realized why. That guy was not a stranger trying to kidnap a fallen angel, it was Adam. What the fuck was he doing in hell? And why had he been looking for you? Questions over questions formed inside your mind and just as you opened your mouth to speak, the brunette interrupted you, “Move your wings, we’re going home bitch.” What?

“Now hurry the fuck up, shithead, I don’t wanna spend all of eternity down here,” he hissed, grabbing you by your wrist but you did not move an inch, not when he tried to pull you with him.

“I’m not allowed,” you said dryly. Why did Adam care in the first place? That was his opportunity to get rid of you for the rest of eternity. There would be no second rock band anymore, he wouldn’t have to share the studio his band’s recording at anymore and could live a chill afterlife without picking fights with you.

He turned around looking you dead in the eyes, “I don’t give a single shit. I’m not leaving you in this dumpster fire and I sure as fuck won’t keep you company here so you’re coming back to heaven with me. Right fucking now.” You slapped the hand that was holding your wrist, causing the first man to let go of you.

“Why do you care? Take your fancy ass back to heaven and leave me be,” there was no fire in your voice, not like it used to. There was not enough energy left inside of you to fight with Adam, not when you had to worry about so fucking much.

“No,” Adam sounded so determined, so confident. “Who the fuck am I supposted to pick fights with? Who will randomly kick the studio door open while my dudes and I practice? Who will punch me in the fucking face just to prove a point? Who am I gonna stare at when he performs live?” Adam inhaled deeply, the first man closed his eyes for a moment, collecting his thoughts before me whispered, “Who will make me stay up at night because they don’t fucking love me back if not you?”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

[greenxgloss]

Meet Cute -1-

Taglist: @nevvdrinksteaa @romanroyapoligist @444rockstargf @wildathevrt @urmomsucksfrogs @hxllhxund @xxbl00d-cl0txx @lucidfever @gh0stgirl000 @starry-eyed-wild-child

“Oh? is that sexism? Who said I can’t protect myself?”

Contents: smoking, mentions of injury and blood

You stood at the ramp in your favorite skate park contemplating your next move. it was dark already. you enjoyed the breeze and how little people occupied the space at night so that’s when you frequented the park. you were ready to dive into the half pipe but once you did and rode out you didn’t catch your board fast enough and fell ass-first onto the pavement.

Quickly, you stood up. You winced in pain, reminding yourself of the skate park rules, even though there were only a handful of people around. “hey you good?” A man asked. “oh um yeah, happens all the time.” You giggled, looking up at him, your body tensing as you realized his appearance. This brown-haired man was decked out with the typical skater stoner outfit but he had a damn good face.

“you sure?” he asked once more. “yeah.” you spoke, almost in awe. “you’re pretty.” your thoughts slipping through your lips. “oh um thank you.” he giggled, rubbing the back of his neck, your confession bringing a blush to his face. “oh my god I'm sorry I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” you apologized profusely in embarrassment, pulling a bigger laugh from his diaphragm. “I’m Clyde by the way,” he said, extending his hand out for you to shake. “I’m y/n.” you began laughing at yourself now, beating yourself up in your head. you grabbed his hand to shake, pins and needles in your fingertips as they connected.

“oh shit you’re bleeding.” his smile quickly turned into a frown as he looked down at your leg. “it’s okay! I’ll be okay!” you reassured him as you dropped his hand. he picked up your board. “I’ve never seen that much blood on someone that’s fine.” he laughed. “come on I’ll clean it up for you.” he smiled. you rolled your eyes playfully and followed him to his van. you thought as quick as you could, flipping through the possible scenarios. “I guess if I get kidnapped I get kidnapped.” you shrugged, acknowledging the oddness of the situation. “I have a first aid kit in my van.” he sighed as he unlocked the driver-side door. he still had that seriousness laced in his voice that caused you to worry you were inconveniencing him.

"This is really no problem, you dont have to." you assured, one last time but he wouldn't budge. "no I want to." he smiled, glancing back at you for a moment.

Clyde helped you sit on the curb and began cleaning your wound in silence. “thank you.” you smiled as he looked up at you, his mouth awed as he focused. “it’s nothing. people fall all the time at the park I’ve just never seen anyone wipe out like that.” he laughed as he pressed the cold wipe to your skin. “fuck.” you slurred, clenching your hands around the concrete curb. “sorry!” he winced with you, watching your wound bubble up with peroxide. “what are you doing at the park by yourself at night anyway?” he questioned, filling the silence. “uhhh i like how empty it is. i used to come with my friends but they’re all gone at college. plus i actually enjoy my solitude.” you smiled as he peeled the bandaids from the wax paper and applied them to your leg. he nodded at you.

“I get that. but I also know there’s a group of junkies that hang out around that corner that deal here… definitely not safe, honestly for anyone much less a girl to be here at night.” he whispered as he closed the first aid kit and put it back in his car before helping you up. “oh? is that sexism? who said I can’t protect myself.” you joked, picking up your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. “you can fight off 6 guys at once?? shit, remind me to never mess with you. Got Hercules strength on this one.” he laughed as you blushed. “well I have bear mace.” you defended yourself, watching him lean up the side of his van. he chuckled harder, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, I think I’m done skating for the night. wanna get out of here Clyde?” you asked, in desperate need of a smoke. he nodded and proceeded to help you into the passenger side. “where to then?” he asked as he drove out of the parking lot of the skate park. “hmm anywhere that I can sit and smoke.” you told him, flipping through ideas in your head as you pull the pack out of your backpack pocket. “alright.” he smiled and took a few turns. “so what did you mean earlier?” he asked, breaking the silence that consumed the front seat. “what?” you questioned. knowing exactly what he meant but you were stalling. “you’re pretty?” he giggled. “it um just slipped out.” you began blushing, averting your gaze out the window as the car came to a stop at a red light.

you glanced back at him a few times, noticing a smug look on his face. he parked the car and you looked up to see a movie theatre, your confusion setting in. “I know a guy.” Clyde laughed as he climbed out of the car. the two of you walked into the empty building and straight to concessions. “grab whatever you want.” he said, digging through candy boxes. “are... we allowed to do this? we won’t get in trouble will we?” you asked as you took in the current situation of you breaking into a closed movie theatre. “my friend works here and he gave me a key a while ago. it’s all good.” Clyde replied as he put the candy into my bag. “just grab something.” he giggled. you exhaled and began filling a bucket of popcorn while he now filled drinks.

Clyde led you up to the roof and you sat at the edge of the building and began eating your popcorn. “well this is probably the craziest thing I've ever done.” you laughed, taking a sip of your Sprite. “what breaking into a movie theatre?” he asked. “well that and the fact that you’re a complete stranger.. what if you killed the guy those keys belong to and you throw me off the building and frame me.” you thought up on the spot before grabbing some of his Mike n Ike’s. “uh that was oddly elaborate.” Clyde giggled, nervously. “sorry over active imagination.” you began laughing really hard at his reaction. “yeah no it’s okay.” he laughed. you finally lit your cigarette and puffed as you ate your snacks. “so when are we gonna exchange numbers?” he asked, nudging your leg with his.

you smiled and handed him your phone, open to the dial. “so if you’re at the skate park all the time why haven’t I seen you there before?” you asked him as you watched him dial. “well I work as kind of a band manager? I drive my friends around to their gigs and also find them venues so I’m there when I can be. I'm not on a set schedule.” he answered, handing your phone back. you nodded in response. “band manager. that’s pretty sick.” you told him, offering him the cigarette. he took a few puffs before handing it back. “it’s really fun if that’s what you mean. I don’t make enough money off it though.” Clyde said and you nodded. the silence once again taking up the empty space.

you both sat there, watching cars drive by and stars appear in the sky, talking. maybe oversharing just a little but still getting to know each other, solidifying first impressions until finally 2 am rolled around and you were struggling to keep your eyes open. “I should take you home,” he said, helping you up. “I don’t want to go home. please don’t.” you pleaded with your last bit of energy. Clyde didn't ask another question. he sighed, sympathetically and led you out of the theatre and into the van as he drove you to his apartment instead.

“you can stay with me tonight if you’d like.” he whispered, throwing a sweater and sweatpants at you as you snuggled into his cool bedsheets. “yeah I’m not getting up from this bed.” you giggled, fighting out of your clothes and into his all while under his covers. he grabbed a blanket and began treading out of his room.

"you're not going to sleep in the living room are you?" you asked him, propping yourself up on your elbows, studying him. "of course, I am what do you mean?" he giggled, beginning his march out the door. "stay?" you whispered, crossing your legs under the blanket. Clyde nodded, sitting on the floor in front of his bed. "Clyde." you quietly scolded, waiting for him to stand up. on queue, he rolled his eyes playfully and crawled up into the bed. "it's just out of respect." he whispered as he settled.

"Okay. you're way too trusting of a strange skater. What's that about?" he asked, curling up into his pillows. "I don't know honestly." You lied through your teeth. you knew exactly why you let yourself get so comfortable in his presence and why you knew you could trust Clyde. But even so, that wasn't why you let him clean your scrapped leg or got into his car and followed him into a theatre after hours. Clyde raised an eyebrow and you quickly took a deep breath. "fine..." you sighed, which earned a smile from him. "I knew it," he spoke as you sat up, getting ready to attempt the elaboration of your thoughts.

"i watched this movie a while ago. it was about this girl who just wanted to be this big inspiration. She wanted to be something, you know? her friends were activists, writers and even the few friends who seemed like they had nothing, had everything. they had love, their dreams no matter how small, they had them." you looked over at Clyde and he was staring intently at you, ready to listen to every word you had to say, like it was the most important thing he'd ever hear and somehow that look alone birthed butterflies in your stomach.

"so anyway, she was broke and her parents couldn't support her dying dream of being a writer. she had no choice but to get a job and she walked into this sex shop." you began laughing as Clyde's face flushed. "yeah this awkward uni student, naive and self-proclaimed classy applying to work at a sex shop. she gets the job, kickstarts a slow burn with her coworker, moves out of her parent's house, meets her favourite author and gets published. pretty fucking cool honestly. there's this scene where she's with her coworker in his bed and he's looking at her like he's just discovered a new world wonder. he's an artist and had painted her portrait like a hundred times. anyway.. she grew. she let herself branch out, be different and do things that were, in her world totally taboo. does that make sense?" you paused, realizing you were rambling, assuming he was annoyed but when you glanced back up at him he sat there with the same intent look. it brought you peace.

"she went from this awkward nobody to a girl who took chances and went to parties and ended up getting what she wanted while still making room for mistakes. and I guess I want to do that too." you explained, nearly out of breath from explaining your recent change in desire for risk-taking. "not that I'm awkward." you giggled. "well..." Clyde rebudled and you lightly smacked his arm.

"it sounds more like you want love." Clyde teased. "no, ugh, Clyde." you scoffed. "first of all you're just saying that because I'm in your bed. second... I want to lean into my already existing spontaneity and take chances even when I'm a little uncomfortable." you laughed, reiterating your thoughts, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "I mean maybe I want love but that's not the point," you added, looking at him. Clyde smirked. "stop acting like you know me already bitch." you joked, both of you erupting in laughter. "I guess the short explanation is that I want to chase discomfort to find comfort." you summarized. "then I guess I'm happy to be part of that.. if you let me. and hey you're welcome in my bed any time." he giggled and you rolled your eyes though you wouldn't mind it either.

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Nate Jacobs + Fem!reader. Warnings : Dark. SFW, but discretion advised. 🍃.

Part 1 : Whiplash

Part 2 : 9 Lives

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Tiny glimpse into his mind because why not?

Desc. : "His hand, so calloused from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face."

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It's not like Nate even knew you.

You just so happened to be the secret to his success, and maybe, perhaps his new obsession.

No biggie.

I mean, whole of the first week of spring break, he didn't text you, you didn't text him, and it was all great and normal.

Pissed him off to no end, because how the hell did you recover so quickly from having a fucking gun in your throat? But, hey, whatever. Maybe you were just that goddamn weird.

The second - and last - week of spring break was when shit got intense.

Because he thought about you.

He realized he hadn't even fucking seen you around town the entirety of it, and that might have freaked him out, just a little.

He worried, you see? Yes, only about his games, and his college apps, but now, all of them had been tied to you, with a pretty little bow around them.

So obviously, now he worried about you.

So, obviously, he needed to find out just where the hell your lucky ass had gone.

He narrowed it down to two options. Both perfectly reasonable, of course.

One, you just had tons of work and stayed indoors.

Two, you had been kidnapped and murdered by the opposing teams because they'd found out about your miracle-working.

See? Perfectly reasonable.

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It was a happy surprise to learn that you were basically closer to his house than you'd ever been before, after you'd taken up a job at the local supermarket.

Well, happy for him.

For you, it was more of a you-were-seriously-contemplating-suicide surprise.

"You listen to Elvis Presley?", he asked, dropping his purchase down on the counter. Your eyes never moved to it, and stayed on his.

That was one thing he noticed about you.

You were always observing, as if he were a rabid animal that would strike at any moment. As if he would reveal his sinister intentions to you within enough time for you to react.

"What?"

He nodded at the speakers on the wall around the establishment. "Those connected to your Spotify?"

You didn't want to answer unless you knew whether he was about to compliment or mock you.

"Sir, I think you should leave."

God fucking damn it. Why had he never thought about the fact that you wouldn't - (and couldn't)- call him a motherfucker at your workplace? His joy knew no bounds.

"That's so hot. Say it again."

You'd 100% expected that. It was clear on your face.

"There's other people behind you with more items to check out."

He swiveled his head around for a moment.

Old lady. Sometimes he wished he wasn't raised right.

He sighed, nodding. "I'm next up, though.", he warned sternly, pointing at you as he gestured for her to pass him by.

The old lady patted him on the shoulder and smiled, moving ahead with her purchase of an unholy amount of bread and cheese.

And what's worse?

She had coupons.

Way too many for Nate to stand smiling like a good boy behind her as she dug into her purse and fished out probably decades worth of them.

"Yes, dear, so just run all these."

"Uh, ma'am, I wish I could, but most of these are expired."

Thank god.

"Oh, well, you said most. Let's just sort through them and find the ones that aren't expired."

Would it be homicide to kill her? She didn't really have too long to live, anyway. He couldn't say he hadn't thought about it.

"Uh, okay, yeah, sure."

"This'll just take a minute, sweetie.", she whispered to Nate, pinching his cheek as if that would make time go by faster.

"How about I pay for you, ma'am? If that's alright?"

If he'd been allowed access to your mind, you'd never live it down, because you almost thanked him right then and there.

"Oh, there's no need for that, dear, I can-"

"No, please, I insist. It would be my pleasure."

"What a sweet boy."

Both her and Nate decided to ignore the derisive snort that came out of you as you swiped his card.

"Here you go, ma'am.", you smiled, placing the copious amounts of cheese into the bag, then stuffing the bread in, too. "Anything else?"

"Oh, no, that's it for me. God bless you, dear. Both of you."

Watching her walk out, he began to genuinely wonder if this absurd purchase was all part of some scheme some criminal had put up to steal without your knowledge.

"You hear that? We're blessed, you and me."

"Do you actually have anything to buy?"

"Of course I do. I'm not a creepy stalker.", he hissed, slamming his palm down in front of you. Slowly, he lifted it to reveal a stack of eleven condoms.

Oh, yeah, you were blessed with this fuckass' presence.

You sucked your teeth as your gaze traipsed from the condoms up to his eyes. One of them winked.

"Is that all?"

"Oh, come on, you're not even curious why I have them?"

"Probably for the dozens of bitches you're getting.", you scoffed, ringing it up. "$15.99."

"For eleven individual condoms?!"

You shrugged. "Inflation."

"Oh, they better inflate for the amount of money I'm spending."

He rolled his eyes, mumbling to himself as he pulled out the money from his wallet, instead of his card. "Fucking old lady with her bread and cheese."

"You maxed your card?"

"Yeah. Why do people buy so much shit they're barely ever going to use?"

"Like you with your condoms?"

Ah. Nate could've absolutely lost his shit laughing right there- you did care.

"I'm going to use it all. Trust me."

How many times was he going to use the phrase 'trust me' on you until he realized the meaning had eroded away into nothingness between you two? Probably a dozen more.

"Sure. Thanks for shopping with us. Have a great day."

He pouted, stuffing the packets into his pocket as he raised a brow. "You don't sound like you mean it."

"Nate-"

"And why are you even working here, anyway? Oh, shit, is it 'cause I cost you your internship with your perv boss?"

If he felt bad, the grin on his face wasn't really screaming guilt.

"No, fuckass, this is my friend's store, he just wanted someone to help him out for a couple hours."

"Whoa, wait, what happened to Sir? I liked that better."

That was a lie. He fucking loved it.

"Please, Nate. Stop."

"One condition."

There it was. It no longer seemed like he saw you as anything more than a boredom buster. Sudoku, or a crossword, basically. That was you to him.

"Answer one question, truthfully, and I'll leave this... otherwise empty store right after."

"I'm listening."

God, that's all he fucking wanted to hear, and it was oddly exciting. He could literally say anything, and you wouldn't block him out.

"What would you do if I told you that I have a body in my car right now?"

"What?"

"A body. A dead body. It's in my trunk. Right now. What would you say? What's your next move?"

It's like he expected you not to notice the fact that he was tracing shapes on your arm as he spoke.

"Cops."

At this point, even if he wasn't bluffing, you'd still have reacted so nonchalantly. Because it was all in all tiring to continue to play whatever twisted game he was playing.

"They're not an option. It's either silence or help me. Would you help me hide it?"

"Nate, did you kill someone?"

"No."

"Then why even ask?!"

"It's a hypothetical."

"No, probably not."

He tsked, looking away for a moment. "Wrong answer."

"Well, it's my answer."

He brought his fingers up to your face, and your slight flinch meant absolutely nothing to him. Imaginary hearts now plagued your skin. "Change it."

"My answer? No."

"Please."

"Nate, did you kill someone?", you asked once more, praying for an actual answer this time, be it in the negative or the positive.

He smirked.

"Thanks for the condoms.", he whispered, grinning as he gave your cheek a light pat - that was dangerously bordering on a slap.

Would your trunk be big enough to fit his body? You thought about it the rest of the day.

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His fingers rapped on his dashboard as he watched his phone, set down on speaker on the dashboard, too. Pick up, pick up, pick up.

"Hello?"

Yes. He'd never been this happy to hear someone's voice, and it kinda freaked him out. Okay, whatever. Not important.

"Y/N."

"Who is this?"

"The guy you broke all the rules with before spring break? Made out with on the bleachers?"

"You need to be more specific."

"You better be kidding."

"Of course I am." He had never felt more relieved to hear your stupid ass laugh. "What do you want? I'm not helping you hide a body."

He debated just asking you where you'd been all this time, why you hadn't shown up to a single party or hangout, but he decided he'd just outright ask the real question he needed answered.

"Which one's your window?"

A pause. "What?"

"The one with red or yellow curtains?"

"Nate."

"Red or yellow, babe?"

"Red." Good. You'd gotten so used to him that you didn't waste time pointing out the obvious by asking 'are you outside my house?!'.

"You sure it's not yellow?"

"That's my parents' room."

"Yellow looks more tempting.", he teased, as he shut the car door.

"I'm not messing around."

"Neither am I. Yellow it is."

"Nate!"

This was far too precious to him. You were actually worried. How cute.

The fact that he had to climb up wasn't really making him jump in joy, but he figured you'd enjoy that little touch of vintage chivalry.

Like fucking Rapunzel.

He tapped on your window once.

No answer. Don't fucking play around right now.

He knocked once more.

He was met with your extremely delightful glare as you slid your window up, watching him closely.

"Hey."

"Dude, you-"

"Shh, shh, shh. Let me in.", he mumbled, crouching to cram himself through, his hand still resting on the top of the pane.

"You're insane."

Immediately grabbing your face after he steadied himself, he hissed through gritted teeth, "Where the hell have you been?"

"What?"

"I didn't see you at all before today!"

"Yeah, we got a lot of work to do over spring break."

"This is why you don't take psychology, because you get stupid amounts of homework even during the holidays.", he muttered, as if he'd warned you about this eons ago.

"What do you want?"

"Party. You. Me. Now. Get dressed."

He almost punched you when you started laughing.

"You actually do have a sense of humour, Nate, good for you."

"I'm not kidding. Come on."

"No way in hell."

"You know what? No need to get dressed. You look great. Just come on. Live a little."

"You've already taken me to 'live a little' before, and I ended up shitfaced with a gun in my throat at school at 12:30 am."

Good. So you hadn't gotten over that. He didn't care if he was being sadistic - he was glad.

He sighed, flopping down onto your bed and ignoring the second glare to come from you that night. "This is so typically a teenage girl's bedroom."

He had no clue what he was saying, at this point. But he knew he was itching for a reaction, a reason for you to hit him again, so he could grab you and shut you up. He craved the conflict.

"Surprising, considering that's what I am."

"I mean, the band posters? Really?", he huffed, pointing around at your room as if he was giving you a tour of it.

"Have you even listened to Queen? Presley? Any of the oldies?"

The match was found. Time to light it.

"So the shitty music in the store was connected to your playlist.", he chuckled, shaking his head. "No wonder that old lady was so nice to you. She thought you were one of her Bingo buddies."

It was just a question of how long you could stand him sitting on your bed, disrespecting your music taste.

"If you're only here to invite me to a party, I'm sorry, I'm not coming."

"How would your family like me hanging out here?", he mused, tilting his head. You know, the one you'd probably love to bash into the pavement given a chance? That head.

You were so fucking hot when you were pissed, it was unbelievable to him. He could sense it, the anger.

The smell of your rage made him want to riot.

"You can't keep blackmailing me into doing what you want."

"Alright, fine."

Your uncomfortable frown made him snicker. "What's that look?"

"This is usually the part where you self-harm and tell me I'm being a bitch for not bending to your will."

"Tonight's different."

"Why?"

Because I'm going to unwrap every fucking secret of yours.

He shrugged, the corners of his lips curling downwards. "I don't want to."

"So, you'll leave?"

"I didn't say that.", he trailed off, watching you sit down on the chair across from your bed. "Let's just chill."

"Nate, when have you and I ever chilled?"

He licked his lips, narrowing his eyes at you, before giving you a sly smirk. His fingers emerged from his pocket as he pulled out a packet of pre-rolleds. "Right now."

"You're kidding."

"C'mon. Don't be a pussy."

"They'll smell it."

He lolled his head over to the door. "No, they won't. You're two floors up." He shifted to one side, patting the space next to him. "Come on, Y/N, don't end your badass streak so quickly."

His eyes followed you as you sat down gingerly, rubbing your forehead like he was causing you a genuine migraine. That's funny, she hasn't even seen me high, yet, (and she won't).

"Why do I let you do this?"

"Million dollar question if I ever heard one.", he scoffs, fumbling around his person for a lighter. He found it, placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it, causing his next catastrophic words to come out a mumble. "But I'm glad you do."

He continued to watch your eyes change from frustration to mild fascination, to hesitation all in one second, as he puffed out through his teeth. "Fuck.", he groaned, handing it to you.

"I don't know about this."

"You think they'd like me?", he mused, looking at the door, and then back at you. "I'm known to make a good impression with parents."

"The no-blackmail thing didn't last long.", you huffed, taking it from him. Nate almost made out with you right then and there, the way your lips wrapped around it as if they were made only for him.

"Didn't want to break tradition.", he snorted as you coughed and sputtered, handing it back to him quickly.

"Gross."

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The last thing he'd expected from that evening was actually staying. He'd thought he'd get you stoned, you'd pass out, and he'd leave.

But here you were.

Next to him.

Freaking him the hell out.

He looked down at his watch. 2 AM. Fuck.

"I gotta go."

"You've been saying that for the past three hours."

Shut up. "Eh, well, it's not like my parents are worried."

"Why not?"

"They know I can handle myself."

"Right, because I'm such a threat."

"God, no. They'd love you." He shook his head subtly, grinning as you nudged his face playfully with your foot from across the bed. "You should come over, sometime."

"I'm not coming over, Nate."

The weed made sure you didn't push him away when he gently grabbed your leg. "Why not?"

"Because we're not friends. There's no reason for me to meet your parents."

"I just think it's right that you get to judge my room, too.", he muttered, lips on your ankle like it was his life support. "You know, justice or whatever."

"It's probably all monocoloured, plain, boring crap."

"Only one way to find out.", he teased.

He despised the silence that followed. High-you wasn't exactly chatty, it seemed.

"Tell me something about you."

"Like what?"

He shrugged. "Anything."

"This is my first time smoking weed."

"Not exactly a secret, sweetheart."

"You didn't ask for a secret."

"Now I am. Tell me a secret."

"I hate football."

You were more resilient than he thought, seeing as you'd smoked three cigarettes already, and the most you'd given him was your sports preferences.

But he'd take what he got.

"Because of me?"

"No, just generally."

"But you came to games.", he countered.

"Because of Maddy."

"You guys are close?"

You nodded, stirring slightly as you looked out your window. "Mhm."

"So she told you." Shit.

You tilted your head, sitting up as he gripped your calf, moving closer and placing kisses on your knee, too. "About?"

Well, if you didn't already know, no need to tell you.

"To come to the games."

"Oh. Yeah."

Nice save, Jacobs.

"I guess now I owe you a secret, huh?"

"I guess you do."

"You're not gonna like it.", he murmured, lazily tracing even more shapes on your knee, while his other hand had trailed up to your arm. "But I love your lips."

He smiled when the corners of your eyes crinkled up and you burst into a fit of giggles. "What?"

"It's true. They're perfect."

"God, I love weed."

You would, seeing as you smoked more of it than he did. Enough to kind of make him feel slightly guilty.

"It's not just the weed saying this.", he continued, shaking his head. "I'd fight wars for those lips. For you."

He shouldn't have liked the fading of your laugh so much, the slight trepidation brewing on your face, either, but for some reason, he did. "Nate, I'm not... I don't wanna-"

"Be fought for? Why not?"

He took the silence as a cue to brush his finger against your cupid's bow. "You don't think you deserve it?"

He watched your lips move under his finger as you shook your head, side to side. "Well, I do. And, guess what?"

"What?"

"I got another question for you."

Your frown was your response.

"Why didn't you push me away when I kissed you that night on the bleachers?" He knew the answer. Of course he did.

"I was drunk."

"Yeah, see, you weren't that drunk.", he taunted. But no, you were. He'd given you basically one and a half bottles. Just like tonight, taking barely ten puffs while you took thrice as much. You just hadn't noticed.

"I don't know, then."

"I just think that if you didn't push me away, it can't have been the terrible experience you made it out to be, in the car."

"What do you want to hear, Nate?"

"That you want to do it again. 'Cause you do. Don't you?"

"I don't."

"Yes, you do. If you could see your own eyes right now, you'd agree."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

He waited for a reaction, a scoff, an eye roll, anything, but you just looked back at him, and then down at the hand he was holding. Oh, it was the weed.

So he took matters into his own hands. No. He took you into his own hands, tracing the gap between your lips with his tongue before he pushed it in.

Your lips were war-worthy, just like before. But this time, something was different. This time, you kissed back.

There we go.

His hands ran over your back as though he were splaying a huge deck of cards across a table, and he came to the grave realization that maybe, just maybe, he was no longer doing this just for a reaction.

"Come here.", he murmured, making up for his lack of oxygen by trying to steal yours as he pulled you onto him. How Shane Crestin hadn't killed himself over the fact that he'd fumbled this bag, he'd never know. Loser.

His hands slipped under your shirt. Wrong move, seeing as you pulled away. "No."

Wasn't weed supposed to last longer?

"What?"

"I'm not... no."

"You seemed into it, like a moment ago. Face it : you want this. No amount of bullshit self-respect or whatever you wanna call it, is going to change that.", he responded, coolly, as he took a drag from the blunt, his lips immediately feeling the lack of yours.

"You're just trying to get back at Maddy."

God, he wished that were true. Would make much more sense.

He sighed, his forehead on yours. "I'm not, but you're not going to believe me.", he mumbled, watching you get off him and move back to the other side of the bed.

Oceans away. Too fucking far.

"I'm sorry." There was something he hadn't said in a while. "For, like, everything."

"Why am I so fucking important to you? If I just showed up to every game for you, would you leave me the fuck alone? No, you wouldn't, because you sought me out during spring break! Am I just an easy target?"

No. "I don't... I don't fucking know, okay? You just are."

"Is it 'cause you hate me?", you questioned, so quietly that he had to debate whether to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness or actually kill himself in guilt for eliciting it.

"What?"

"Do you hate me?"

"For what?" He had no fucking clue what this could be about. Every single thing he'd done so far indicated the opposite. But he didn't want to let himself go there.

"Being your good luck charm."

Oh. He had to think about that one. "No. It would be weird if it was someone else."

"I just mean... it must be frustrating, when you need someone, and they might not always be there."

"But you will, right? Be there?"

"You scare me, Nate."

He scoffed, slightly, rolling his eyes. "You're unbelievable. Why? Gimme one reason - a real one - why you're scared of me."

"You're violent."

Okay, he was hoping you'd give an invalid one.

"I like beating people up.", he shrugged. "But never for no reason."

"Not exactly a secret, sweetheart. And anyway, it's not only the beating up that you like."

"Hm?"

"You like getting beat up, too."

Remind him never to give you weed again.

"Why would I-"

"On some level, you feel like you deserve it.", you replied, shrugging as you took a long puff of the miracle weed that apparently made you unreasonably perceptive.

Okay, confirmed, not even the word weed would be mentioned around you anymore.

"You think I deserve it?"

"Mostly, yeah. But not... all the time."

"How do you know so much?", he asked, watching your fingers get lost in your hair. He couldn't afford eye contact.

"Psychology."

"See? You shouldn't have taken it. It's creepy."

You sighed, smiling as you looked up at the ceiling. "Sorry."

He did not expect you to back down, that was for sure.

"It's fine. Never giving you weed again, though."

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It actually took until the very last day of spring break for him to catch up with you again. Not like he was pissed that you pushed him away, or anything. Or that he was confused about the entire interaction in the bedroom of someone who, until three weeks ago, he wouldn't have been caught dead talking to. He was just busy. Sure. Let's go with that.

"Hey."

"Not now, Nate."

"What is your problem?" Wait, no. That kinda talk was why you were pissed at him. "Look, we should start over."

God, he sounded like a cunt. This was definitely something that pathetic Shane Crestin would say. Ew.

"Okay. Can you start by going over there?", you asked, restocking the shelves with whatever bullshit condiment you had to.

"I'm an ass. I'm a jerk, I'm- I'm a dick."

You were silent for a moment, before you added: "A small one, too."

He sighed, beaming with relief. "A small one, too.", he agreed, nodding. "I'm just here to ask you over to dinner. My house. I'll even cook."

Dude, if you didn't agree, he'd actually fucking kill you.

"No way you cook."

"Only one way to find out."

He saw the falling apart. The gradual breaking down. The glacier was melting. "I'll listen to Queen or whatever, with you."

The quiet was taunting him, but you came to his rescue. "No steak."

"No steak."

Yes. Fucking yes.

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The Hedges Pt. Two

@strawberrypoundtown Girl it's finally done!

I could not resist, I made Kiaza an OC. Look what you've done! You've opened a new can of worms in the world of monster fucking for me!

No but seriously though this was a blast to write (Both part one and two). I hope you like it~

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Warnings: NSFW, Unprotected sex, Minotaur sex, Virgin!Minotaur, Big ol Minotaur dick in the puss, breeding(?)

Kiaza x Fem!Reader

The Hedges PT. Two

You kept your promise. You promised Kiaza you would come back to visit him, and so you did.

Every time you had a day off from work, you’d pick up something to eat or sometimes even cook, and then bring the food to the dilapidated estate that Kiaza called home. You fed him, you taught him to read and write properly, and you would bring your laptop to watch a movie sometimes. You even brought him clothes, though it was REALLY hard to find clothing that would fit him because he was so tall and muscular.

Though he was having a hard time correcting his speech pattern, that didn’t bother you too much. You thought it was cute.

This pattern became ingrained in your life for about two months. But there was one nagging question on your mind.

“Kiaza?” You spoke up as you set your drink down on the dusty table.

Kiaza looked over at you, his mouth full of french fries. He chewed them quickly and swallowed them with a loud gulp. “(Name)?” He questioned back.

You take a deep breath, you feel like the question that's been nagging you is too personal and may upset Kiaza. But you were dying to know. “How did you end up here?” You finally ask.

Kiaza’s floppy ears drooped and his big brown eyes softened. “This was me family’s home.” He said. “Family gone now, just Kiaza now.” He sighed sadly.

“Oh…” You murmur softly. “How… How long ago was that?” You ask.

Kiaza thinks for a moment before shrugging. “No know, but a long time.” His eyes well with more tears.

Your heart breaks for him. He may seem scary from an outsider's perspective. However, Kiaza was nothing more than a sweet, but scared man. “I’m sorry, Kiaza. I didn’t mean to hit a nerve.” You speak quickly as you notice his eyes wet with tears.

“It okay, (Name).” Kiaza spoke and mustered a smile. “It okay, cause you here now.” He wagged his thin, long tail back and forth.

You muster a smile as well. “Yeah, I’m here now.” You laugh softly. “And I won’t leave you to be alone again, I promise.” You assure him.

Kiaza’s ears perk up and his eyes widen. “Never alone again?” He asked with hope glittering in his big brown eyes.

“Nope, never again, you’re stuck with me now.” You giggle as you pop a french fry into your mouth.

Kiaza’s tail swished harder and faster, his grin becoming wide and toothy. “Thank you, (Name).”

You give him a wide toothy grin in return. “You’re welcome, Kiaza.”

You spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying a slow lunch, and idly chit chatting with Kiaza. You learn that at one point the estate was actually a vineyard and that he came from a long line of excellent winemakers. You also learned that he used to be a human, but some kind of curse was placed on him when he was a child the same night his parents were killed. Which accounted for why despite being a fully grown man, he spoke like a small child.

You sat on his bed with him, your laptop open and playing another movie, though you were having a hard time paying attention because Kiaza kept staring at you and wagging his tail.

“Something up, Kiaza?” You ask as you pause the movie and turn to face him.

Kiaza stares you down with his big brown eyes. “Me want to… Hold, (Name).” He spoke slowly.

You stare up at him, squinting. “You want to-”

Kiaza cuts you off as he hoists you up into his strong arms and pulls you close against his broad muscular chest. His chin gently rested on your head.

“(Name) smell nice.” Kiaza said softly.

Your heart is beating right out of your chest, making it hard to focus. “U-uh um- thanks.” You manage to squeak out.

Kiaza closes his eyes and relaxes with you against his chest. Compared to him you are so small. He is a hulking beast and you are his fragile human friend. His friend who he… Is feeling some strange things towards. Feelings he has never had before.

“(Name).” Kiaza whispered as he gently grabbed your shoulders with his giant hands and pulled you back so he could see your face.

You stare up at Kiaza, your eyes wide. But not with fear, with curiosity. “What is it, Kiaza?” You ask him softly.

He took your hand and placed it on his chest over his heart. His was beating just as wildly as your own. “You make me feel weird.” He whispered. “Me no know why.”

A soft blush dusts your cheeks and you gulp. “Is it weird?” You ask meekly.

Kiaza thought for a moment and shook his head. “You make me pants tight.” He said.

Your face flushes further. “Oh god.” You whisper as you shift a bit, feeling his huge cock against your ass beneath his sweatpants.

Kiaza purses his lips. “Love? Is that the feeling?” He asked and swished his tail.

You laugh nervously. “Yeah, probably.”

“Me love… Name.” Kiaza said slowly and smiled. His big brown eyes sparkling with joy. He had not loved someone like this before. It was a new and exciting feeling.

Your chest feels warm and a smile tugs at your lips. “I love you too, Kiaza.” You whisper.

Kiaza leans forward and gives you a chaste kiss. But it quickly becomes more passionate as he’s already following his body’s urges and trying to shove his large wet tongue in your mouth.

You can’t fight back, you don’t even want to. You gladly accept his tongue into your mouth, though it makes you gag because his tongue is now eagerly trying to get down your throat.

His tongue pokes and prods past yours, trying to get down your throat and taste all that your mouth has to offer. But just as quickly as the kiss began it ends as Kiaza pulls away. His large slippery tongue slowly slipping out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air.

Heavy breaths leave your mouth as you look up at Kiaza, who has a burning desire in his eyes. “(Name), me want to do something, but me no know what exactly.” He admits as his floppy ears droop.

You smile and a soft giggle rumbles in your throat. “I know what you want to do.” You whisper and place a gentle kiss on his furry cheek as you scoot out of his lap and pull at the waistband of his sweatpants.

Kiaza helps you remove them. Wiggling out of the stretchy pants and freeing his massive erect cock. The rounded head is already dripping precum.

You slowly lean forward, your tongue lapping gently at the tip. You let out a soft groan at the sweet taste and manage to earn a whimper from Kiaza.

Your stomach practically flips at the sound. He’s whimpering and it’s the cutest damn thing you’ve ever heard. This only encourages you to try and fit his hulking cockhead into your mouth. Which is admittedly a bit of a struggle, but you manage just fine.

Kiaza is gripping the bed sheets with white knuckles as you suckle on his tip. Soft whimpers and moans escaping his throat despite his best efforts to avoid them. Your tongue is still gently lapping up any precum that leaks from him.

You then let out a soft squeal as he reaches up to push your head down some more. He’s bucking his hips, desperate to get more of his cock down your throat. But he’s so big, only a quarter of it is gonna fit without suffocating you.

Though if you did suffocate, you’d die happy with his cock in your mouth.

You continue to attempt to blow him. A mix of your spit and his precum drips down his length as you gag and huff around what small amount of his girthy length you can get into your mouth.

“Me feel funny.” Kiaza slurred a bit. Which prompts you to pull your head up and giggle.

Kiaza lets out an annoyed huff that you stopped. “Why?” He was pouting. Oh lord he was pouting and it was cute.

“Because there is more to do, Kiaza.” You spoke in a hushed tone as you placed a kiss on his wet nose. You then stand up from the bed and begin to strip yourself of your clothes.

Kiaza watches you with wide eager eyes. His tail is swishing back and forth quickly. He can’t take his eyes off of you. With each piece of clothing gone, more of your lovely skin is exposed to him and he can’t get enough, it makes his cock throb with need.

You smile sweetly at him as you crawl back into the bed. Taking his large hands, leading one to your breast and the other to your slick. “Touch me, Kiaza.” You urge him. Showing him how to properly fondle you.

Kiaza gives your nipple a soft pinch as he slowly thumbs your clit. “Like this, (Name)?” He asked shyly.

You let out a soft moan as your nails dig into his shoulders. “Just like that, Kiaza.” You praise him.

He gulps quietly as he prods at your entrance with one of his thick fingers. Slowly slipping it in and whimpering at how your tight wet cunt feels around his digit.

You squeeze his shoulders harder and let out another moan. “Just like that, keep doing that, Kiaza.” You praise and urge him again.

Kiaza leans forward to kiss you. His tongue once again shoving down your throat. His left hand massaging your breast and his right hand working magic on your pussy.

Your hips roll, riding his hand slowly. Soft muffled moans vibrate around his tongue as he stretches you with care. You can already feel that familiar knot begin to grow tight in your lower belly.

A jolt of further pleasure ripples through your body as you feel Kiaza add a second finger. Despite his lack of experience, he seemed pretty confident in what to do now.

“Mmph!” You squeal against his mouth as his fingers dig into your g-spot. Causing your pussy to clench around his digits as your orgasm racks your body.

You break the kiss panting heavily. Still slowly riding his hand as you come down from the high of your release. “There is… One more thing.. We can do..” You slur slowly. You’re feeling a little dizzy from the intense climax. But you still want to go all the way with Kiaza.

Kiaza slowly pulls his large fingers out of you and gives your juices a curious taste. His cock throbs and precum drips down his length as he lets out a slow groan. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a *pop* and looks at you. “What is it?” He asked curiously.

You plop onto your back in the soft bed and spread your legs. “C’mere.” You coo sweetly.

Kiaza slowly crawled over you. His hulking frame shadowing your own. You show him how to guide his eager cock into your dripping entrance. The moment his tip touches your entrance, he whimpers again.

“Wet and warm.” Kiaza mumbled as he threw your left leg over his arm and slowly pushed further into you.

You wince at his size. If you had to guess you’d say his length alone is around ten or so inches, and his girth is akin to a soda can. So it’s a lot to take all in one go.

“Easy, Kiaza.” You whimper.

Kiaza freezes. “Me hurt?” He asked worriedly.

“No, no. I just have to take a second to stretch out around your cock.” You assure him.

Kiaza nodded slowly and held still. Patiently waiting for you to give him further instructions.

A few moments pass and you nod. “G-go ahead.”

Kiaza nods eagerly and slowly pushes further into you. His instincts kick in and he begins to slowly thrust. One of your legs is over his thigh, the other over his arm. He’s using his free hand to steady himself above you. Soft grunts and groans leave him and you can feel his hot breath on your face.

You squirm and moan beneath him as he slowly and tenderly fucks into your cunt. You feel so tight, so wet, so warm around him. He can’t help but let moans spill from his throat as he starts to pick up the pace.

“(Name) pretty, pretty (name). (Name) most pretty girl and me love her.” Kiaza moaned and groaned as his balls began to slap against your ass.

 All you could do was lay there, look pretty, and make beautiful sounds as Kiaza fucked you at a quickened pace.

Kiaza grunted as he sat up. Your leg still slung over his arm as he continued to fuck you into the bed. His now free hand finding its way to your clit and rubbing circles.

This causes you to squeal and moan even louder. The sounds Kiaza’s heavy breaths and your moans create a symphony of sounds in his room. “Kiaza- O-oh god- K-Kiaza I’m gonna cum.” You groan loudly and arch your back, trying to press yourself even closer to him. Your second orgasm of the evening washing over your sweaty body.

Kiaza continues to grunt and moan loudly, his pace is becoming sloppy. “Me feeling… Funny again.” He spoke between heavy breaths and with one final thrust he pushed as far into you as he could go. A loud guttural groan leaving his lips as he fills your tight human pussy to the brim with his seed. It’s so much that it spills out of you around his cock.

Kiaza then slowly pulls his cock out of you. You whine at the empty feeling your stretched out pussy is now experiencing. Kiaza gazes down at your trembling body with pure awe and admiration.

“My pretty (Name).” Kiaza whispered as he pulled you close and placed a sloppy wet kiss on your sweaty cheek.

You continue to pant softly as you lay limply in his arms. “I love you, Kiaza.” You finally manage.

“Me love (Name), too.” Kiaza said happily. “Again?” He asked.

You groan and laugh weakly. “Let’s take a little break first, big guy.” You say as you place a gentle kiss on his lips.

#monster fucker #minotaur x reader #minotaur smut #fem!reader

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

OMFG I KNOW my dad went way the fuck up north to some buttfuck frozen nowhere military outpost for a while. And I am realizing now that this means that his appendix removal might really actually have been precautionary. I could have sworn he maybe said it was when we asked about it as kids, but I have also been told multiple times we "don't do that" because unnecessary surgery is unnecessary risk, so I must be lying or mistaken...

Somehow thinking my dad got to skip the appendicitis part of having his appendix removed pisses me off a little. Mostly because I asked my doctors about removing mine for precautionary reasons, due to what I thought was "family history" a few years before it actually acted up. I was concerned that -given the way the medical system treats me- I wouldn't be taken seriously and they'd just let me die telling me it was a menstrual cramp or something. Which they DID!

Btw, they tried to send me home multiple times, treated me terribly during the actual scan and test [kept pushing on it really hard, seemingly fucking vindictively], rushed me into prep for surgery in a big panic, yelled at me for saying "ouch" too loudly when they shoved a needle in my arm without warning me [just held me down and shoved it in], and then got distracted for over 10 hours or something with a heart patient or three, while the nurses periodically came across me just being left in a desolate hallway [abandoned, lights not even on, randomly int he hall with no one around] and rushed off in a panic each time because my appendix had looked ready to burst, or something happened during one of their tests, and I was supposed to have surgery hours ago, but had just been left in some hall. Wherever I was it absolutely wasn't protocol, and I was barely conscious and unable to do anything to seek help, the drip they shoved in my arm without asking had some drugsTM in it.

I woke up being told it was lead bird-shot that had blocked off my appendix, but it had to have been ingested more recently than I was claiming or "you would have lead poisoning by now :("... They did not check for lead poisoning, even though one of my main complaints was that I had been having nasty abdominal cramping all month [a common symptom of lead poisoning], and I had only eaten a bird that was shot on a farm once in the past 10 or more years. I also had scars that were in the wrong place and looked like they originally tried to go in to treat an ectopic pregnancy, but had to pivot once they were inside to actually remove my appendix... Almost like I only got in because they had me confused with another patient. They claimed it was because my appendix was too swollen to be taken out the normal way??? I think they just fucked up.

And all of that could have been avoided when I was like "hey my immune system is known to cause issues with swelling pathologically over very small tissue irritations, and I have a family history of appendicitis, and I get ovarian cysts all the time, could we maybe remove my appendix now so that later something that gets brushed off as a cyst doesn't just suddenly fucking kill me??"... They could have been like "yeah that makes sense as preventative medicine in this case" instead of being like "no we have to just wait and see and if we let you die then that's what happens :)" And they tried so so so so hard to let me die so I couldn't complain about them trying to send me home or otherwise mistreating me I fucking swear,

And the thing that pisses me off the most is that I think the reason they tried so hard not to even bother checking me or running any tests is EXPLICITLY because I went in saying "Yeah I think this is my appendix and it's been acting up all week and now I am experiencing tunneled visions and symptoms of shock" and then later went on to "too perfectly" describe the symptoms of lead poisoning... Doctors hate that. They despise when you walk into their office and already know the diagnosis, and these doctors were willing to let me die for it, until they called in an extra surgeon [the new surgeon was nicey's and cleaned up their fucking mess. He saved me despite whatever disorganized bullshit was going on in that hospital that night].

It has been over 10 years since then and I STILL haven't gotten a doctor to agree to check my lead levels. They have really done their best to make sure I can't possibly sue anyone over what happened.

My dad also got a cool grey streak in his hair from having his out, which is, apparently, common, but I never did... But then, who knows, maybe he got sent because he already had his appendix out and whatever he told us as kids is unreliable even if I remember it right.

Anyway if someone with ovaries wants to get their appendix removed for precautionary reasons, I think they should be allowed. And I think it should be covered. If men going to the arctic can have it removed "just in case" of the supremely remote fucking chance of it acting up while they are there specifically... Young afabs+ should be able to get it out for the incredibly higher likelihood that they will be told appendicitis is "just cramps".

Give me the stats, give me the stats on men or women who have had appendicitis and died of it on one of these trips, or had to operate on themselves, before this ruling, vs the young women+ who were left to die of appendicitis being told they had cramps and should shut up... Go ahead and get me the stats I'll wait here while you explain why one is justified and why one isn't.

There is always this assumption that someone like me can "deal with a problem when it comes up :)" or "cross that bridge when we get to it :)" because someone will for sure see the symptoms, accurately diagnose it and treat them properly, once they are too sick or unconscious to advocate for themselves.... When that is simply not the fucking reality.

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

Honestly, I don't think any of this was cruel to Wang Ruofu.

First, she backed her sister when she stuffed a concubine into Minglan's house in a clear attempt to shit all over her marriage. Then she poisoned Granny Sheng when she rightfully punished her for it. She deserved both her punishments. In fact, they didn't go far enough, IMO.

***

I cannot anymore with this fucking woman 🙄

Who gives a fuck who gave birth to him? That is his GRANDMOTHER. Whom you tried to POISON. Also, he is a government official, and a moral and sensible man. Him covering up for your crimes would have been a failure on all fronts.

***

No.

Your best hope is that Granny will not live longer than ten more years since she is already quite old. And if she does, that she will have moved over to Minglan's house by then, so that she doesn't have to look at your stupid face every day.

***

And after all this, she still continues to be driven by grudges and resentment.

Of course he will have no love for you. Of course he will try to get some recourse for his dead mother. It's no wonder that none of the illegitimate kids love you because how have you treated them? Certainly not well. You may not have sold them into slavery the way your sister did with the kids in her home, but if it had been up to you, all three of them would have died of neglect and you would not have cared. Changfeng and Molan luckily had their real mother with them until they were grown, and Minglan had Granny. You deserve nothing from any of them.

***

I AM ANNOYED BY YOU!

DOES THAT COUNT? YOU ARE STARTING TO GET ON MY VERY LAST NERVE.

My guy, you cannot force trust and intimacy and yelling at her about it is not helping your case!

I find him so pointless as a male lead. He has not done a single plot-relevant thing since he married Minglan. He just whines and whines about how he's not getting enough attention from her while she goes out and about, making new friends and solving Imperial marriage problems. In this last arc, he just swooped in at the very end to take credit where none is due because of course, the writers couldn't have had Minglan resolve the situation, no, Mr. Feng Shaofeng had to have a place in the spotlight too. After everything she did, right at the end, they made her so bumbling and helpless, so that he could swoop in to rescue her. I'm beyond pissed.

***

LMAO, imagine bringing up Wang Ruofu as a role model for anything.

Shut up, shut up, shut up. This drama was miles and miles better without you looking for trouble where there is none.

***

I am on her side here.

I'm super aroace, though, and I can't stand whiny, needy men encroaching on my space and time, demanding more than I am willing (or able) to give. Seriously, fuck off.

***

LMFAO

Minglan did him the biggest favour.

***

Wait a minute.

Doesn't that make Old Master Kang her grandfather??

Gross.

***

What you don't know and don't want to know not only about your daughter but about your entire family, could fill not just a book, but an entire library.

And she is like this because you are worthless and spineless.

***

LMAO, she read him to filth 🤣🤣

I love her so much! Definitely one of my favourite heroines, if not THE favourite right now!

***

Pathetic.

***

Wait. Her??

Didn't Sheng Hong get rid of all of them?

Also, what happened to her leg? Did she also get caned or tortured or something?

Terrible fate, she had such a comfy life with Concubine Lin for so many years and now she has to do hard labour with no hope for things improving.

***

LMAO, so what?

It's not you who has served three Emperors and it's not your memorial tablet being worshipped in the Imperial ancestral hall.

***

LMAO, that's right Minglan, put them on the spot!

They want you to do their dirty work for them.

***

LMAO, of course, let's change the topic quickly, now that the spotlight is on them.

***

Ah, so all of them are slaves, after all.

MInglan gave her the greatest gift. Her freedom to live as a free citizen. I hope she does the same for the rest of them, if she hasn't already.

#the story of minglan #tsoml spoilers #tsoml ep65

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Crash and BURN!

//WARNING: Brief depictions of graphic imagery and gore.

Are we seriously leaving Hina behind!?

We don't have a choice! Uchui needs our assistance! We have to help him! Don't worry, I've already contacted our allies to let them know what happened!

We'll come back for her though! But we can't stay here! The factory will explode any minute now!

Fly as fast as you can, Hiro! We need to rescue him!

*Hiro picks up the pace and flies to the designated spot.

——————————————————————

Dammit...Damn you Enoshima...

*Still up on the outside railing, Uchui tries his best to make any modifications to the system from the outside emergency platform, but to no avail. The explosion rages on beneath him, and the ground beneath him shakes, threatening to give out at any moment.

This is...

Uchui! UCHUI, OVER HERE!

Mr Fujisaki!?

*The carrier flies up and parks itself next to the platform. Chihiro flings open the door and calls to him.

We need to get out of here! Come on!

You...You actually came back for me...!?

Why wouldn't we!? Now hurry up and get on so we can-

Ah!? LOOK OOOOUTT!

Huh!?

RRAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!

*WHAAAAMM!*

UGH! AGH!

*BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!*

UCHUI!

*Before Uchui can make any moves towards the vehicle, Tsumugi, who recovers from her previous shock, rushes at him and lands one mean hook around Uchui's face. He's stunned, and she then proceeds to grab him by the back of his hair, and smash his face several times into the metal railing.

Uchui, hold on! I'm comin-

Make ANY moves, and I will THROW HIM INTO THE FIRE!

!!!??

Tch-!?

*Tsumugi grabs Uchui by the back of his neck and proves the meaning of her words by pushing him closer and closer off the edge into the raging inferno far below them. Sakura freezes in place, not wanting to make any moves that may risk Uchui's safety.

Worthlessssss....aaaaafteeerrrr...aaaaaaaaallllll...

Ngh...

Uchui...Don't let the voices get to you-!

FUCK OFF!

*BANG!*

AGH!

CHIHIRO!

SHUT THE DOOR!

Wha-!?

I got this!

[aayakashii]

I'm going through the Sinostra chapter right now and I can't stop making theories omg there might be spoilers below so be careful, although I'm just enumerating my questions tbh lol

According to one of Taiga's home screen dialogs, there might be some sort of time loop happening which he's KINDA aware of? Or maybe just aware when triggered somehow.

He said "long time no see! You decide to ditch this future too? Sorry I'm not dead yet" which is INCREDIBLY ooc as to how he behaves during the story which leads me to

His extreme memory loss, which apparently lasts less than 24 hours. Why is that? Did he go through so many time loops that it started affecting his memory? There was one small moment in which he remembered Ritsu because he saw the MC face though...

The Clash. What the fuck was it

What's Taiga relationship to Haru? Haru sounds eerily nonchalant regarding Taiga even though the man keeps on threatening Peekaboo. And aftewards, Rui briefly mentions that Taiga has a "destroying what others hold dear" schtick, which leads me to believe that Taiga is seeking revenge for losing something important maybe???? Is the fanfic brainrot too big rn

WHY DOES HE HATE LIKE DOVES??????? I dont wanna go full romantic mode, but is he just resentful of seeing a bird that is the physical representation of someone else's feelings or something......

The spy. Honestly no idea. There's some theories floating around that Haku is the spy, but I would rather see him during the Hotarubi episode before jumping to conclusions, but it's understandable how people might think that I guess...? He IS very nice and helpful and randomly finding the MC fleeing by train was way too much of a coincidence... he does seem to always tie the MC to Darkwick somehow, firstly by KIDNAPPING her and then by talking her into staying. If the MC is the trigger to a bigger event, then one could see that as suspicious. But I would like a bit more evidence first lol

Back to Taiga, why is he. Like why

Okay no but seriously. If we take the timeloop thing seriously + Haku being a spy, here's the theory:

Taiga knows the MC is the trigger for an awful event and tried killing them back in the Prologue in order to cut the problem on its roots. Haku, if we consider him as the spy, WANTS the event to happen (considering he could also be aware of the loop), which is why he saved us and took us to Darkwick, therefore letting it all play out once again.

If Haku isn't the spy, then we would have to chalk it up as Taiga knowing and trying to kill us, but destiny (???) being a bitch, therefore putting Haku there as a pawn to make things play out again

Maybe the spy can control other ghouls? Who know tbh

Finally, what is going on during the first scene we see in the game? Darkwick on fire and the first character we choose jumping off of the building? I wonder what would happen if we choose Taiga as our first card....... maybe I should create a sub acc

Anyway if anyone has more questions/theories PLEASE SEND THEM MY WAY IM OBSESSED WITH THIS GAME I NEED TO THINK ABT IT

There is also a good theory on reddit made by u/imonlybr16 that states this:

"Before the prologue, when you open the game for the first time, you're greeted with the opening scene involving MC running through the halls of a ruined Darkwick. The question is asked "When the world is collapsing around you, whose hand will you take?"

There you're taken to your character choice screen. The guy you choose is later shown on the railing of a balcony, about to jump off.

Now I think I have a very far fetched and vague idea as to what is going on.

In chapter 2, we learn that the person that Alan killed was Dante or at least he thought he did. But we meet Dante and he's very much alive.

This comes theory number one.

***You can't actually die on campus.***

Note the use of actually here. You can 100% still die, you just end up coming back to life.

If Rui is your home screen he talks about accidentally killing someone else in his dorm and being annoyed with having to lift them back to Obscuary. This struck me as a particularly odd dialogue because Rui's curse causes people to die.

Unless, you can't die on campus.

This would explain Dante pretty much instantly. Yes Alan killed him but yes he's alive.

The campus itself is an anomaly, stopping people from dying doesn't sound too far fetched. I expect this to be revealed with the other two members of Obscuary, as that dorm seems to have a connection to death. One of the things that always pops up is that ghouls aren't immortal, no matter how quickly they heal.

Also explains how Calamari didn't die in chapter 3. Ren ran from the dorm > the caves > the jetty and Calamari was already pretty dehydrated in the beginning.

But OP you might say, aren't all the guys talking like they believe they're going to die.

Luckily, that brings us to vauge and far fetched theory number two.

***The campus is on fire due to a rebellion***

In the very last chapter of the prologue we get to see Kaito's wickhive. There we see three pretty interesting threads.

. There's gonna be an uprising soon

. One of you is a demon

. There's a guy who could see the future

Kaito is surprised at something he sees in this scene but we don't learn what it is. This chapter's 'preview' is one of the scenes we see in the very beginning. Blood and a Lily.

I believe that the first thread is foreshadowing and will . After you meet your chosen guy standing on the railing you get a line of dialogue (or not if you picked Towa) that changes depending on who you picked. Some imply that what they're doing is going to save you(Jiro, Zenji and Sho), some apologize stating that they could protect what they cared about until the very end (Luca,Kaito,Haru and Yuri) but three characters caught my attention

Leo: Life sucks and then you die,right? I just want to make the assholes responsible regret it.

Ren: This is exactly why I didn't to do this! I knew this was how it was going to end.

Subaru: This is all my fault. I don't expect you to forgive me, but this is the least I can do. Please take this as my final act of good faith.

Especially Subaru's and Ren's, that seemingly imply either the MC's (Ren's) or their (Subaru) involvement in the current situation. Now what does this has to do with a potential uprising?

One of the things we learn from the very beginning is the inter-politics of the houses and by extension the ghouls. Especially after the fallout of the clash. Things are pretty tense and an uprising or rebellion seems to be the most likely thing.

As to what happened and why? I have no clue. Though one thing to note is that according to the prophecy, as long as the ghouls are in Darkwick, they prevent a disaster from coming. If Darkwick is destroyed however, the prophecy can't be fulfilled, or can it?"

This is such a good theory too, I really think u/imonlybr16 has probably gotten a lot of things right.

Although it's weird that death is such a big threat to us specifically, but maybe the Academy can't prevent death by curses, much like the Mesmer Matches dont work on someone who's cursed. Hhmm...

#tokyo debunker #haru sagara #taiga hoshibami #rui mizuki #haku kusanagi #sinostra #hotarubi #Jabberwock

[alice-after-dark]

Late Night with the Radio Demon - The Deal

Tagging @hiemaldesirae as promised :)

Vincent and Alastor hash out their deal.

Vincent is still sitting on the floor of his destroyed apartment, staring up at the strange looking deer man above him.

He is the Radio Demon and he wants to make a deal.

"It's quite simple, really! Quite simple!" he crooned, unsettling smile too wide. "You do some favors for me, and I'll use my power to guarantee your success!"

It did seem simple enough...too simple. Vincent had been in the television industry long enough to know that nothing was ever so easy. All around them, the shadows writhed and twisted as though alive. A thin tendril slithered over his hand and he quickly snatched it away, heart threatening to break free from his ribcage. Slowly, the TV host got to his feet, making sure to keep some distance between himself and the demon.

"I can give you everything your little heart desires!" the Radio Demon continued. "All I need from you is a little cooperation."

"Why?" Ah yes, let us question the all-powerful eldritch demon standing in our living room. That can only go well. "Why are you interested in helping me?"

Wait.

Was he seriously considering this?

It was insanity at its finest. Making a deal with a demon. A very real fucking demon. But what were his options, really? He was expected to double his ratings by the end of the month. Yes, his show was steadily climbing in popularity, but such a jump would be impossible. Impossible...without a little help. Fuck, he really was considering this.

"For the entertainment, of course!" the demon cackled. "Of course it would just be bad business to not require some form of payment for my services, but truly my interest lies in the entertainment of humanity and its pathetic, desperate attempts at improvement! Laughable, really, but so amusing to watch them try!" He extended a hand, bowing forward. "So do we have a deal?"

Vincent swallowed, physically restraining his own hand from grasping the demon's. "Not yet." He struggled to keep his voice even. Inky black tendrils hovered around him like curious snakes. "These...favors...they can't interfere with my success...and...I only owe you one a day."

The demon blinked and Vincent felt his throat tighten. Aaaaaand this is where I die, he thought.

The Radio Demon's ever-present smile seemed to stretch beyond the limits of his face, eyes alighting in hardly contained glee.

"Ǒ̷̱h̵͙͝ ̷͔͊y̴̰͐ë̸̜́s̷̹͛," he hissed through the tinny static that reverberated through his voice. "Ì̶̳ ̴̻̌t̷̠̄h̸̜̿î̸̩n̵̦̂k̵͉̔ ̵̼̈́y̷͈̑ô̸̩ű̸̞ ̸̣̀w̵̞̐ỉ̸͍l̶̗͋ľ̵̨ ̸͚͆p̷͙̃ṟ̷̍o̶̐ͅv̶̻̓ě̸̳ ̴̺̉t̷̮͠ǫ̴́ ̶͈̌b̵̓͜e̷͓͐ ̶͝ͅq̶̣̑u̷̞̾ḯ̴̩ẗ̴͇́e̵̓ͅ ̸̲͋e̵̜̿n̶̩̒t̷̲̿e̵̦̾r̸̟̐t̶̜͆a̴͓͒ĩ̷̡n̵̻͑i̴̩̎ṋ̸͌g̸̤͂ ̶̱̀ĩ̴̱ņ̷͘d̴̨̓e̶̳͠è̷̖d̴͙̃." He pulled his hand back. "Not unreasonable requests, my dear, not unreasonable at all. However, in light of your...additions, I'm inclined to offer my own caveats as well." He twirled his cane (microphone?) and rested both hands on top of it, meeting Vincent's eyes. "If you at any point refuse my daily requested favor, I get your soul."

A chill rushed through the TV host. "My soul?"

The Radio Demon only nodded. "Only if you outright refuse, of course. Questions and comments are permitted."

Okay. Okay, that was easy enough. Just don't refuse. The demon couldn't ask for anything that would get in the way of his success so that should have ruled out quite a lot of dangerous options.

"Okay, but...you can't ask me for anything impossible...or to knowingly harm myself in any way."

The demon looked delighted. "My, my. Covering your bases, I see."

"I've been in this business long enough to know what a good contract looks like."

The deer man hummed. "I must admit, you're being far more forward than most that I've dealt with. It's quite a pleasant change of pace."

Vincent tried to not to preen at the praise. No time for that right now. Keep your head screwed on.

A clawed hand extended towards him expectantly.

Vincent took it.

The reaction was instantaneous. The room lit up in blacks and bright greens. The tendrils thrashed and encircled them. The Radio Demon's maw stretched to impossible lengths and suddenly that creature was back again. The one that had dragged itself free from the void of the radio. The demon's hand was massive around Vincent's own pale one, the deer man towering over him with that same unsettling grin plastered to his features. For a moment, Vincent was utterly sure he'd made some mistake. The Radio Demon would kill him now and that would be the end of everything. Someone would eventually find his mutilated corpse...if there was anything left of it.

Then green chains burst forth from the shadows, wrapping around their hands and up their arms and binding them together. He could feel the burn of them through the fabric of his jacket and he couldn't stop himself from crying out at the pain. The room was spinning. He was going to be sick.

It burned.

It burned.

It burned.

Slowly, the magic ebbed away, leaving Vincent dizzy and disoriented, the hand around his own being the only thing keeping him upright. With a flourishing little spin, the Radio Demon sent him stumbling backwards to sit on the couch. Pain lanced up his arm when he landed and Vincent scrambled, wrenching off his jacket and yanking up his sleeve. There was no sign of damage, no burns or anything that could have caused such agonizing pain. All that remained of it now was a dull ache that permeated down to his bones. The deer man chuckled.

"Ah, the first time is always quite the thrill, hmm? You didn't faint, though! That's an accomplishment!"

Vincent didn't want to admit just how close he had come to doing just that.

"So..." He swallowed. "What happens now?"

The Radio Demon tucked his hands behind his back. "Well, my dear, now I get to work and I believe you owe me today's favor."

Fuck, they were already starting? That...well, that did make sense, but somehow Vincent thought he might have a little more time to process the whole thing.

The demon snickered. "Tell you what. I'll give you an easy one to start. Something to get your feet wet. A dear friend of mine is quite partial to these...I believe she called them Bittenbab Cakes?"

"Battenberg?" Vincent asked.

The demon brightened. "That's it! Anyhow, she does love them dearly, but they're rather hard to come across in Hell, if you can imagine. Get a few nice ones for her, would you? She'd be ever so delighted."

Instantly, Vincent felt a sharp tug in his chest and something akin to static rush over his skin. The deal...it had to be. The demon had made his official request.

"Uh...yeah, sure, no problem. Um...how do I-"

"I'll be by tomorrow around the same time to retrieve them. Leave such arrangements to me, darling." He traced a claw along the edge of his cane. "But I suggest getting some rest for the night." Fuck, when had it gotten so late? "You do seem a bit winded, my dear."

"I'm fine," Vincent insisted, trying to sit up and immediately regretting it when the world twisted before his eyes.

"I'm sure." An amused smile crossed the demon's face. At least, Vincent thought he was amused. It was kind of hard to tell when the deer man never stopped smiling. The demon closed what little distance there was between them and took Vincent's hand in his own, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

"I'll be seeing you tomorrow then, darling."

And then he was gone.

It was like he had never been there. Even the room was spotless, the evidence of the TV host's tantrum swept away. The only evidence anything had happened was the small radio sitting innocently on the coffee table and the tingling in the back of his hand where thin lips veiling razor sharp teeth had pressed against his flesh. Vincent leaned back into the couch.

The Radio Demon.

What the fuck did I just get myself into?

#late night with the radio demon au #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin alastor #radiostatic #alastor the radio demon #vox the tv demon #hazbin hotel au #human vox

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This sounds like a villain speech from like. A super pathetic third rate cartoon villain lmao

#he's gonna kill all the birds for some reason 😱 #seriously though what the fuck is he up to now #killing twitter even harder ig #dude you could've just made an app instead of buying and replacing another 🤨 he definitely just wanted twitter gone lol