#I bathed all my dogs today and one SHIT in the bath
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What if Simon didn’t listen when Price told him to apologize to his girl before she does go off and find herself a better man? - part two
a/n: I know John isn’t American but I kept picturing him as Joe from SIX and honety Gibs from NCIS and I couldn’t stop myself. I sincerely apologize that this John is American-grumpy-hot-military-older man coded (not really). Also I know it took a month and I’m so sorry 🙈 I got so busy at work but it’s here! Enjoy!!
Warnings: smutty smut smut, phone sex
non-mcu masterlist
part one
Taglist: @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries @calicocat45 @whos-fran @vonev @yyiikes
The situation at hand is tricky to say the least. Waiting around and trying to be careful of everyone’s feelings will push you away. On the other hand, he’s wanted to show you the love that you deserve and now is his chance.
Fuck Simon.
Fuck him for treating you like a safety net and like you’re replaceable. Fuck him for letting you shoulder the burden of your relationship and expecting you to always be at his beck and call. Fuck him for lying to you instead of having the balls to just be honest about why he wanted to break up. Fuck Simon Riley for saying that you could find a better man and expecting you to not listen to him for once.
“I want a lot of things,” he starts and takes a moment to choose his words, “I might be a gentleman but I’m a selfish man. I won’t take what’s not offered but you’d be hell bent to find me sharing my life with others. If you say that it’s over and mean it, well then love, I’ll be the most selfish man you’ve ever met when it comes to you. Im not some young lad anymore; I’m settled in my life and now that things are stable I want someone to share it with. I’ll follow your lead when it comes to how we share it but just know that I don’t want something casual or even friendship.”
You’re still resting your chin on his shoulder, listening to his every word as hope begins to fill your eyes. It’s the last sentence he whispers as he gazes down at you that causes your breath to hitch;
“I’ll love you until my lungs give out.”
And this man Delivers. The capital d is not a typo. John Price understands that you’re an independent person and he respects that. That’s not to say that he doesn’t spoil the absolute shit out of you and ensures that you are happy in every facet of your life imaginable.
The dogs are being wild today and overwhelming you? As soon as he gets home, he’s taking them out on a walk and giving you instructions to go have yourself a nice hot bath. Dinner is already taken care of so no need to worry about that. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the quiet.
He’s been on deployment for a couple weeks and the loneliness is starting to creep in? You will be getting at least two check in texts a day and a call or FaceTime if he can before you go to bed. You should also expect some sort of care package to be on your doorstep weekly. This could be anything from flowers to your whole ass Amazon cart, all you need to do is say you miss him and he’s got you covered.
Things have been a little tense between the two of you? Well get ready because you’re going to be doing a check in that night where the two of you talk about whatever is going on. If it’s something small like you’re both stressed from work and a weekend getaway is needed, he’s already got that planned. If it’s something that needs more work, he’s ready to dive right into it and figure it out.
Still true to his internal word, nothing physical happens between you two at first. He wanted desperately to kiss you when he told you he would love you until his last breath but he didn’t. Disgusted by the enormity of his craving for you, John vowed to wait until you asked for his physical affection. Of course this meant he wouldn’t give into any of your advances until you told what you wanted.
After that night, you began the long and arduous process of breaking down John’s resolve. While it may have been unspoken, you knew what he wanted but you weren’t going to give into him so quickly. It started with closing the distance between you two. Instead of sitting on opposite ends of the couch, you’d lay your feet in his lap or move just close enough to trail your fingers over the back of his hand. Only would you move to sit beside him if he slung his thick arm over the couch’s back and beckoned you closer. Then you would take every opportunity possible to cuddle into his side and slyly skirt your hands across the waistband of his sweats when you wrapped your arms around him. If you were in the kitchen together, you were always just out of his grasp. His fingers could grasp at the back of your shirt but never fully grab you. You’d swiftly slip around him if he moved behind you but not before brushing your hands over him in some way.
Eventually you grew bolder and began to shower with the door propped open. You’d said it was so the dogs could still see you but John isn’t stupid. He knew that you wanted him to catch a glimpse of your body through the foggy glass doors. But here’s the thing; he’s not Simon. Simon would’ve joined you and fucked you on that glass door like your life depended on it but not a captain price.
No no no. John Price is going to make you say those three little words, ‘I want you’, before he touches you even if it means leaving on for a mission without so much as a chaste peck on the lips. No amount of sly looks and sneaky touches is going to convince this man to give into you.
He starts beating you at your own game though. his bedroom door is suddenly always cracked open making it so that you can hear every rumbling moan and gasp of your name when he fists his cock at night. You no longer feel the waistband of his underwear when you wrap your arms around his am waist during your cuddles. Instead your fingers find the thick trail of hair that disappears under his sweatpants. Speaking of which, John knows about grey sweat pants and he exploits that turn on every chance he gets. Soon it goes from just wearing them low on his hips to forgoing boxers (as mentioned above) and sometimes he even ‘forgets’ his shirt. The memory of his thick bare chest on display alone is enough to make you clench your legs together.
When he finally does have to leave for work, he presses a light kiss to your temple and tells you to be careful. It goes without saying but John makes your promise anyways. Eases his old heart as he likes to say. If only he would go easy on yours…
Nearly every photo, FaceTime, what have you, this man is bare chested with lidded eyes and a knowing smirk on his face. He knows that you’re frustrated with the way things have played out; namely his departure with no memorable moments. He’s already become an expert in you, knowing what your body langue means, what your blushes mean, and most importantly, what your words truly mean.
Probably about a month in to this mission is when it comes to a climax. Your hands were doing nothing to ease the ache between your legs and your toys were making it worse. It was as if your body knew that it was you instead John rubbing small circles into your clit late at night. You’d tried nearly everything you could think of aside from finding someone in a pub and telling the older captain about your dilemma. While you two weren’t anything more than roommates with feelings at this point, it still felt wrong to find someone else to help you out. With only one person that your body wanted and nothing you could do about it, you settled for being sexually frustrated and irritable.
John is finally able to get some alone time to call you and actually talk to you. Settled into some poor excuse for a cot, he makes himself comfortable as he waits for you to pick up. It makes maybe a few rings before your tight voice comes through with a short ‘hello?’
He wants to chuckle and fails to suppress it, “Well hello to you too, love.”
Immediately you sigh when you recognize his voice, “oh John it’s you. How are you?”
“Been better. What’s been going on with you?”
You let out another deep sigh, pausing to answer as you contemplate what to tell him.
“What is it, love? Something bothering you?”
“I…I’m just….im just irritable,” you attempt to pass off as the full truth but John knows you better than that.
“Irritable you say?”
You can hear him shuffle around on his end and it causes your legs to cross to even think about him. God it’s beyond annoying to be this turned on over just hearing him move around, let alone hear his voice right now.
“I’d say a relaxing day is in order,” he teases with a low pitched sultry tone, “find some relief in a massage maybe.”
Relief.
The word feels hot as it washes over your brain and invokes images that would make a nun curse under her breath.
You snort at his suggestion. In that small noise, he finds all the answers he needed; you’re about to break and murmur those three sweet words.
“No appeal to that, love?” He asks and you can just hear the smirk he’s wearing. “A massage isn’t the relief you’re looking for though is it? You need a different type of relief, isn’t that right love?”
That bastard.
You hear him shuffle again and you swear to god you hear the sound of a belt coming undone.
“Talk to me. Tell me how I can help.”
If you weren’t needy before, you must certainly are now. You feel pathetic, a bitch in heat with the way your body starts to react to his simple words. Practically mumbling you attempt to tell him to fuck off but it doesn’t sting as much as you’d hoped. John laughs off your feeble attempt at hiding the true reason you’re in a mood.
Instead of adding flame to fire, he stays quiet.
It takes 40 agonizing seconds of silence for you to groan his name out of frustration. The captain only hums his acknowledgment that you spoke.
Phone sex isn’t new to you by any means however there’s something about this time that causes you to falter. There’s something about the way he initiated it but is allowing you to lead where it goes. There’s something about the way he knew what you needed within seconds. There’s something about the way your body seems to know that it craves his without ever touching.
“Yes,” you mumble while your cheeks burn and your body sings at the thought of getting what it truly desires.
John chuckles under his breath and the sardonic sounds causes your eyes to squeeze shut.
“Be a good girl for me and slip your hand into your panties.”
Your hearing dulls to a muffled tone as your hand follows his instructions. Barely does your ears register the sound of skin on skin, a slick hand taunting an impossibly hard cock. Your name comes out as a groan when you tell him to continue.
“Fuuckkk, love. Tell me are ya wet?”
“S…soaked.” You sigh as you roll your clit with your fingertips.
He lets out a string of curses as his hips buck up into his hand and his cock throbs from his slow pace.
“I want you to keep rubbing your clit and fuck yourself with your fingers,” the captain orders you, “and dont try to hide any of those pretty sounds.”
You mumble a weak ‘okay’ as you work your clit in small circles, feeling yourself become even more wet.
Strings of curses fall from his lips as he listens to your desperate cries of pleasure. The sounds of his thrusts get louder and louder in time when you bury two fingers in and become to fuck yourself like he told you to. It feels better than all of your other attempts but it’s not enough.
Nothing will be enough until you can feel John’s cock deep inside of you. Until you can feel his hips rut against yours and his hoarse moans in your ear. Until you feel the burn that his facial hair will give you when he eats you out like a starved and neglected dog. Until you feel his warm speed leak from you after he’s worked you through several of your own orgasms.
The thoughts of what is to come push you over the edge and you moan out his name in an absolutely pornographic manner. It stirs something disgustingly powerful and sinful deep in his gut when he hears it. He can only imagine the beautiful display of pleasure and bliss that you’ve come as you lay panting post orgasm.
You can only imagine how stunning he looks with his sweats pulled down to his mid thigh, his bare chest rapidly rising and falling while his stomach is painted with his own cum.
“John?” You whisper after your breathing has returned to normal(ish). “When are you coming home?”
His lips turn up in a smirk at your word choice, “missing me more than you let on, now are ya love?”
“Yeah it’s lonely without you here. you can’t leave on another deployment like this without fucking me before.”
“I promise it won’t happen again, my love.”
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This anon know what is good, i guess i never make a ask so i'm doing now. Can u do that concept with any character (and mc of course) , may a hybrid? Idk, sorry if is confuse, a lil nsfw maybe?
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✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 ✿
characters: cat!6reeze x nb!reader
warnings: fluff!!!! fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff! also modern au!
notes: wanted to take a break from writing smut and take inspiration from my own fluffy bby for this one. also @junerixi , simping for only one☝️anemo boy is an illness. i hope you recover soon😚 honkai:star rail ver can be read here!
art by Mechodes on twt
oh gods
a menace
a complete menace i say
you know that thing cats do? when they just keep a direct eye contact with you as their little fluffy paw slowly pushes your potted plant or a cup full of drink to the edge of the table while you watch hopelessly bc your hands are dirty or busy doing smt?
yeah, it’s the 5th time the flower shop owner is seeing you this week and your wallet is crying
it’s almost as if you two were sworn enemies in your past life and scaranya is out for blood
doesn’t have that much of a zoomie episodes but when he does oh boy
you better retreat into a safe place but even then you’re not safe from scaranya’s terrifying zoomie powers
he’s literally running and jumping around everywhere
the table, on top of the fridge, the curtains, on top of the washing machine, your little bookshelf - everywhere
scaranya is such a little shit (affectionately)
his preferred way of waking you up is faking puking noises and when you throw your covers off and literally zoom into the living room, he gives you a look as if saying “finally awake, you silly human slave”
sometimes he even jumps on top of your chest harshly but that’s only used if you’re oversleeping with your alarm clock snoozed for the past 20 minutes and you’re running late to work
despises baths with a burning passion
if you’re taking him anywhere a large body of water is, he’s trashing around, kicking, hissing, biting, scratching - the whole pack
after a successful bathing time, with added new scratch marks on yourself, he would not approach you until you fall asleep
after you have fell asleep, he would quietly approach your sleeping figure and give small, shy licks to the angry red scratches he caused as if apologizing for being so aggressive
hates rainy days too, especially the ones with thunder and lightning
jumps up 5 ft into the air if a thunder strikes and runs into your lap, shaking small body curling into himself with all of his cockiness and pride out the window
scaranya appreciates you greatly but he’s just a bit too bad at communicating and so he shows his affection by lapping up the scratches he gave you
“scaranya, aren’t you gonna go out to the back garden and play with the rest? it’s nice outside today”
hmph! what do you mean by play with the rest of the cats? he’s a royal! he’s superior! scaranya has never heard of such bullshit befor- oh! a bird! must. catch!
scaranya and miao gets into fights sometimes and whenever you separate them, scaranya goes to sulk in the corner of the house silently
until you go over to him with a sigh and pick him up gently, he doesn’t even resist - just choosing to simply curl his tail around your wrist
a solid 9/10 kitty if he would just stop being a tsundere
art by Mechodes on twt
miao acts more like a guard dog than a cat sometimes
the smallest out of all the kitties yet also the strongest one. honestly the sheer amount of times miao has taken down a wild dog 10 times his size just keeps giving you more and more heart attack
doesn’t get zoomies, if anything he stops the other kitties’ zoomies if they go a bit too far - which most of the times escalate into scaranya and miao fighting
cleanse the land house through slaughter bug hunting
a sweet baby
miao’s preferred way of waking you up is to silently sit on your side of the bed and stare until you get that feeling of being watched and wake up to 2 piercing yellow eyes just staring holes into your soul
yes, you have yelled and fell off of your bed many times due to that
you found little miao at a dark alleyway, covered in blood and barely on the brink of death with his tiny paws twitching constantly
grew up malnourished on the streets with his 4 siblings dying out one by one, so due to that miao’s body is very small and he’s extremely territorial with you - his one and only sweet human
always leaves his scent on you by rubbing his head around your ankles
miao is indifferent when it comes to taking a bath, unlike scaranya, and he can be very obedient as well
when rubbing soap into his legs and washing his paws he would stretch out his limbs to make it easier for you to wash him - anything to lessen the load of his favorite human
he also seems to like your co-worker, zhongli a lot
one time you came home with zhongli due to a deadline of a great project coming closer and upon seeing him, miao immediately jumped into his lap, purring lowly, rubbing his head on zhongli’s hand
yes your heart broke at the betrayal and yes miao apologized with a dead rat in his mouth
but if it’s any other guests you’re bringing home, then miao would either get on top of the fridge and simply watch or hiss at the guest
oddly likes being in high places
one time, you made him a small necklace-collar thingy out of a few pearls and he wears that with pride, chest puffed out (a replica of his necklace)
loves sleeping on the lower parts of your bed at night. it’s soft, fluffy and he can keep an eye on you and keep you safe so it’s a win-win in miao’s book
“miao-miao, do you wanna come with me to the back garden to pick up the tomatoes?”
before you can even finish your question he’s already at the back door, staring at you expectantly with his tail thumping slowly against the floorboards
thanks to miao and kazunya your house will never get any bugs, roaches or mouses inside
if feeling incredibly vulnerable and soft, miao paws at your arm to ask for pets bc he just needs the comfort of his favorite human
literally a 9/10 kitty if he would just change his way of waking you up
art by ayon🌿 on twt
heinya is another little shit (affectionately)
he likes to cause trouble and drama here and there
also really enjoys spilling tea to you
it doesn’t matter if you’re waking up and is still groggy or just coming in through the front door, back from work - heinya is spilling all the drama of the shows he watched on the tv while you were away or the different birds he saw through the window - meowing away at you excitedly
another helpful hand
if you’re coming back from grocery shopping then heinya can take some of the smallest and lightest bagged things and dragging them to the kitchen alongside miao, kazunya and nyaether
heinya’s preferred way of waking you up is to make biscuits - you know that cute thing cats do with their paws squishing at their favorite spot over and over - on your stomach or lower back or! he just meows besides your ear over and over until you eventually wake up
the perfect alarm - heinya
he’s such a sweet baby
and heinya really likes watching real life crime documentaries for some reason
at first when you found this out, you couldn’t help but think heinya is going to murder you in your sleep but soon you realized he just loves crime related things
and bc he like crime related things, you bought heinya a cute spy glass shaped squeaky toy
when getting the zoomies, heinya decides to bite and kick at the spy glass shaped squeaky toy - making the toy let out squeaks at every little kick
heinya enjoys spending time outdoors, sniffing at the different scents wafting in the air, tracking down all different sorts of footsteps and paw marks with great interest - you sometimes wonder if heinya was a detective in his past life
loves to bring you all sorts of interesting things he found - an old ripped part of a newspaper article, a weirdly shaped leaf, a flower he has never seen before, a half bitten chicken still warm - wait where’d he get this?
loves to sleep using your hand as a pillow my cat does that to me so rip bc you have been captured by the amazing detective heinya and you won’t be moving for hours on end, let’s hope you had a nice snack and a toilet break beforehand
chose to wear the smooth, black satin you tied around his neck as a collar - either bc he loves to wear soft things or he just loves it bc you gave it to him
heinya is an incredibly affectionate kitty, always meowing for you for pets, cuddles and perhaps his favorite soft wet food? he’s been really good!
doesn’t really mind taking baths as well, if anything he uses this opportunity to shake bubbles everywhere!
for some reason, also loves to groom your hand. maybe it’s just something your kitties all share?
overall another solid 9/10 kitty, if you don’t mind being splashed with water and bubbles while bathing him
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kazunya, me beloved
literally an angel, how could you ever be mad at him even as he took a whole bite out of your potted plants’ leaf?
another kitty that loves staying in high places like miao and stay outdoors like heinya
joins miao on his duty to cleanse the land house through slaughter bug hunting from time to time
a lazy, sweetheart of a cat that loves to sleep on warm places and the sunlight - you literally had to buy a window sling just for him to nap under the sunlight
another helpful hand!
will drag the lightest and smallest bagged things to the kitchen whenever you come back from grocery shopping - more so if it’s cat food
isn’t a picky eater but sometimes, just sometimes, prefers food with fish in it’s ingredients
kazunya is mostly tasked to wake you up by the other kitties bc he’s the sweetest
wakes you up by purring and snuggling with your face, neck, hands - anything just you in general
soon enough, the small fluff purring and cuddling you wakes you up and as a reward for waking up, kazunya gives you a small kiss - a lick to the tip of your nose - making you laugh
doesn’t meow a lot, only when he has to or if it’s an emergency such as the litter boxes not being cleaned, the food trays being empty etc
always gives you a kazunya kiss as a thank you
a gentle baby, even to the guests
whenever a guest comes over to your house, they always gush about the cute white cat with a small red streak in his fur
kazunya doesn’t get zoomies. even if he does it’s rare like only once a week
always grooms himself to keep himself clean, not to mention his white fur sparkling as well
surprisingly enjoys bath times, would even suggest you to bathe him by tugging on your sleeve then pointing to the bathroom with his fluffy paw!
however there’s just one thing that kazunya does that makes you shiver
it’s that he always, always! brings you dead animals or bugs. birds, rats, mouses, cockroaches, crickets - anything that he managed to hunt - he brings over to you with his tail swishing happily behind him
it’s considered a gift in cat language, you know that! but it’s just a bit dirty especially if he brings over different bugs. the rats, mouses and birds you can handle but the bugs brrr
one time, kazunya proudly brought you a dead wolf spider as you held back a tear and a screech, deciding to take his gift with a forced smile
you never recovered from that
a 10/10 kitty if he would just stop bringing you dead spide - kazunya is that a mf dead tarantula in your mouth?
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another best kitty!
a sweet kitty that never complains!
helpful, never complains, never picky with his food - a literal angel
however sometimes nyaeather disappears randomly, coming back after a day or so
he always seems to be searching for something - his twin - you soon found out, by registering him and getting his pet password
and so you decided to help him reunite with his twin by putting up posters, articles, news on the internet, tv, radio - anything to make nyaether happy
after a whole half year of dedication and endless search, nyaether’s twin was finally found!
turns out the person who adopted nyaether’s twin was your co-worker, dainsleif, the quiet and mysterious tall man
after talking to him about the situation of the twin kitties, you both have come to an agreement to let the kitties have a play date once a week
when the day of the first play date has arrived an someone knocked on your door, your kitties gave you a confused look
upon taking nyaether in your arms, you walked over to the front door before unlocking it and letting dainsleif inside. as the blond man placed down the catbag and opened it, from inside stepped out a cute, similarly blonde furred kitty with a baby blue colored collar
upon seeing the kitty, nyaether jumped out of your arms and tackled his twin. cuddling her and licking at her face with a teary eyes - you and your co-worker dainsleif couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable situation
since then nyaether had made a silent oath to always be beside you and be your best kitty! you have done a lot for him by helping him reunite with his twin - nyumine - so he would do anything in his power to lessen your load!
nyaether’s preferred way of waking you up is by giving a gentle meow beside your ear and give your cheek three kisses - repeat the process on the other side until you eventually giggle and wake up
another kitty that doesn’t mind taking baths! however he just prefers the water to have a bit of bubbles to soothe his nerves
likes to sleep in your arms since he has separation anxiety like scaranya - due to the incident with his twin
“nyaether, keep the others in check okay? i’m going out on a quick grocery shopping!”
“myaaa!”
such a sweet baby🥹
his meows are higher pitched and not full “meow” like kazunya or miao’s instead it’s a short “myaa!”
a solid 11/10 kitty. highly recommend, get yourself a nyaether today!
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a little shit AND a menace (affectionately)
very hyper too! sometimes you wonder if nyenti has ADHD but in cat version
it’s like he’s always in his zoomie mode as if to make up for having 2 kitties that barely has zoomies - which are miao and kazunya
his affectionate attitude doesn’t help as well
twirling, rubbing himself on your lap, hand, bageling his way around you - he’s always sticking close to you 24/7
one time as nyenti was rubbing himself on your hand while you were working on your computer for an important document, he tripped and fell on your keyboard - deleting your entire progress of work with a “myeeew!”
yes, you cried that night
unlike heinya, nyenti doesn’t really enjoy being outdoors - he just prefers to stay on your lap, lazily bathing in the sun - as he sometimes meows with heinya about some dramas
another kitty that loves to spill the tea to you
him and heinya meows your ears off with the things they have seen, watched, witnessed and heard - sometimes even adding some dirt on the other kitties such as kazunya eating leaves from your potted plants, scaranya sleeping on your hoodie bc he missed you, miao destroying the pantry during his duty to cleanse the land etc etc etc
nyenti’s preferred way of waking you up is to play with your hair. whether it be grooming at your hair, playing with them, tugging on the ends gently - it doesn’t matter which form - as long as nyenti wakes you up, that’s all
he also doesn’t do much hunting either, preferring to watch from the sidelines as the others chase some bugs and small animals they found
for some odd reason nyenti likes you to put flowers on top of his head or a flower shaped charms as a collar - his most favorite and preferred one being the white lily
cut the flower's bud and place it on top of nyenti upside down like it's a cone hat and nyenti would give you the biggest, affectionate "myew!" while rolling around on the ground, showing you his tummy
a sweet kitty if he would just stop being a little zoomie induced shit
nyenti is another kitty that hates taking baths
doesn't react as aggressive as scaranya but he likes to yell his defiance a lot and i mean a lot
overall, a solid 8.5/10 kitty if he would just stop meowing loudly in your ears everytime you take him for a bathtime, making you more and more deaf
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bungo stray dogs dating headcanons
a/n: note this is for all dazai ranpo atsushi chuuya and akutagawa (in that order) simps <3 my bbys they're all short
warning: names called, kind of ooc(?)
gn!reader
dazai osamu
✧this guy is head over heels for you
✧literally
✧will protect you in anyway possible after losing odasaku (sobb)
✧let's say you're in the agency so he sees you like almost everyday
✧you're the motivation that makes him go to the agency??
✧asks you to do a double suicide with him when you least expect it
✧you say, "some time."
✧DAZAI POUTS SO HARD
✧you chuckle, and ruffle his hair.
✧suddenly. he sits on your lap leaning his head on your shoulder-
✧SLEEPS the day goes by so quickly, and soon, it's already time to get off work and go to dinner with him
✧so you wake him up, "'samu? you said you reserved a table at the restaurant nearby, right?"
✧he jolts up excitedly. "yeah, i did! we're leaving, kunikidaa~"
✧you wave to kunikida on the way out and head for the restaurant
✧yall have a great dinner <3 and head back to the dorm, whereas you and dazai share a dorm!!
✧you take a quick bath and so does dazaiii he is so unbelievably fast
✧he sleeps like a koala. you're his tree.
✧you sometimes almost suffocate and then you wake up and kinda move dazai away from you
✧he grabs tighter.
✧shit ya gonna die but...
"n/n... don't leave me...stay..."
edogawa ranpo
✧you accompany ranpo on any case possible, if kunikida lets you go with him.
✧often times he does, and you're grateful for that
✧though there was this one time that you couldnt accompany ranpo on his case because you had to go for an urgent mission kunikida assigned you
✧he ignored you for so long 😭
✧"r-ranpo... i'm sorry, i had to attend the mission..."
✧he doesn't reply, unlike his usual self
✧you just hug him from behind and hand him a snack, a gesture saying that you're sorry
✧eventually he gives in and leans into your hug
✧you guys chill on the couch while eating popcorn
✧"y/n, y/n, do you wanna hear how the world's GREATEST detective solved today's case?" he asks you enthusiastically (is there a typo)
✧as a good partner, OFC you say yes then he rambles on and on while you eat popcorn and occasionally feed him some
✧you guys soon head to sleep
✧not after you guys take a warmmm bath together in your bathtub, though
✧as you tuck him in, you also give him a big kiss on his forehead, like you always do
✧and get in the bed yourself
"mm. much better. night night, sugar."
nakajima atsushi
✧this guy is so soft for you
✧protect him please and thank you
✧though ofc he wouldnt want you to face akutagawa by yourself
✧that's the only thing he wouldnt want you to protect him from
✧though, it would be nice if you protected him from kunikida's wrath of hell
✧he would come and find you to get to work, if you aren't already living together already
✧you guys walk hand-in-hand to the agency or if you live far, you guys meet up at the train station
✧he sits next to you or near to you in the office
✧kunikida's always complaining how he's always talking to you to his therapist (if he has one i feel like he needs one though)
✧is always paired with you on missions
✧"n/n! are you sure you're okay?" atsushi asks you worriedly.
✧"atsushi, i only bumped into a mannequin by accident-"
✧"are you sure??"
✧you OFTEN need to reassure him that you're fine and it was just a small scratch or something like that
✧he asks multiple times during the day and when you guys sleep he's just like searches for scratches that you're hiding not very obviously cuz he's worried
✧likes holding you when you sleep and you just lean into the crook of his neck like <333 you help him get rid of his nightmares
"good night, n/n... sleep well..."
nakahara chuuya
✧best fucking partner i swear
✧head over heels for you part 2
✧is kind of worried about protecting you if you get targeted by the public
✧only kind of though *wink wink*
✧his ability can protect you well and protect the city
✧if you ever get missions, asks you to send all the files to him just in case you go for more than a day and no one knows where you went
✧"baby, make sure to send me the files before you leave for the mission, alright?"
✧"mhm... i'll make sure to send it tonight, then. just in case i forget tomorrow morning."
✧you don't get lost too often though so he doesn't get to shine TwT
✧when you do though, chuuya gets very very worried and heads to the location to find you
✧always checks if you're okay, if you're heavily injured, fights the guys in like one minute and he's done and then carries you back to pm hq
✧if you're not as heavily injured but still injured (which is often the case if you're lost), still ends the guys in one minute and gets a bandage out of nowhere
✧when he gets home with injuries
✧you get to place kisses on them no matter where they are what they look like
✧sleep with you asking you if you want the big spoon or small spoon
✧you often choose the small spoon
✧rare occasions are that chuuya is heavily injured
✧you and chuuya sleep peacefully <3
"good night, doll. sweet dreams."
akutagawa ryuunosuke
✧akutagawa is clueless about almost everything in a relationship
✧except for that you share affection, i guess??
✧you're always paired with him in missions
✧if you're not akutagawa demands a refund from mori lmao
✧he has gin teach him on the basics of relationships, like what you should do while sharing affection and stuff
✧when you're hurt in a mission he picks you up with rashomon no matter what or how bad your injuries are/injury is, he doesnt care and you need care immediately
✧after picking you up kills the bad guys like "RASHOMON!" that kills them "HOW DARE YOU HURT Y/N?!"
✧"ryuunosuke?? it's only a scratch??" you looked confused to him.
✧"any wound is a fatal wound for you. you don't have an ability, y/n." he states bluntly.
✧you would just kind of bonk his head (so cute omg) and then be like "hmph"
✧he prepares an actual bath for you with bath bubbles and all
✧refuses to join you though he's not used to being completely uncovered in front of someone, even his family/lover
✧after a lot a bit of convincing, you manage to get him in the bath tub with you, relaxing
✧you guys finish bathing with some relaxing in each other's arms
✧he sleeps with a shirt on def but with like boxers on only though
✧he feels better with the shirt cuz rashomon
✧he cuddles you like he's protecting you and stuff
"i love you, y/n. always know that. good night."
a/n: also hoped you liked this! you're always free to request, as long as its in my abilities and i have the time.
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Eeeeee oki, so I just finished watching boy swallows universe (an absolute masterpiece) and I was wondering what if the reader was like sold drugs or just did bad stuff for money for their family, like they grew up pretty fricking poor and did whatever they could for the extra cash (which is why they're in hell). They die somehow, land in hell and get treated like absolute dirt because they're small and they're wearing plain ass clothes, not powerful at all. Then comes Susan, and she's like "I'm so sick of the pathetic youth today, I'm taking you home with me" and just teaches them how to be proper and less shy and stuff, and to tear people with their teeth (yhey never got used to the whole eating people thing, Susan rolled her eyes and asked if she was a vagitarian or whatever it was called) and this reader hardly talks to anyone but Susan. Then they get introduced to Rosie and Alastor and it's just Susan simultaneously boasting about them telling them to stand up straight
Good evening my dear! This is definitely one of my favorite requests that I have gotten,
I finished boy swallows universe while writing this and I cried, I'm trying to convince my best friend to watch it now, it was very good.
I'm imagining the reader to be around the size of Niffty, maybe a little taller?
Susan's grandkid
Susan & reader
WARNINGS!!
Drug usage, child neglect, cannibalism, murder etc etc Susan kinda treats you as a stray pet in the beginning, not proofread so apologies for any spelling mistakes!
You died young, tragically young, you died in the winter, cornered away curled into a ball, clutching your stomach, wearing a old thin sweater that your older brother gave you, overalls, flimsy socks with a couple of holes in them, and worn down sneakers, you were beaten and bruised, you wanted your mom to hold you and tell you that everything was alright but she wasn't coming,
Did she know where you were? How would she react knowing her kid was gone?
You were a good kid, you just made a couple of bad decisions for your family, you mimicked what you saw,
No one ever suspected the kid with a babyface was dealing, getting involved in shady stuff and horrible, horrible people who couldn't care less that you couldn't even drink yet.
You woke up with brimstone and sulfur around and a dingy old sign saying welcome to hell, It was unfair.
You wondered around aimlessly, you were small enough that most folks didn't notice you at first, and those that did well, they either ignored you completely, tried to kick or spit on you, or something else you didn't want to know.
You stumbled upon a mirror, you looked...
different from when you were alive, alot shorter, you kept the same clothes you died in though, it was a struggle the first few days but you managed to stay alive and relatively unharmed, you always were resourceful.
Eventually you ended up on the cusp of cannibal town, your overalls were covered in dirt and whatever else, you were curled up against to some wall when she found you, in all her old woman glory.
"Good grief youth today is pathetic, how'd you even get down here you little shit?" she tsked as she bent down and picked you up by your overalls, you barely had a chance to react before she put you on her hip and continued her way home.
She didn't put you down as she entered her home claiming that you'd get mud on her floors,
She filled up her bathtub with warm water and bubbles, she took off your shoes and plopped you right in the tub, she put a glob of shampoo into your hair and foamed it up like one would bathe a pet.
She left the bathroom as you looked around the bathroom , confused on why this random old lady just picked you up like a soggy stray dog and dunked you into warm water, and put soap in your hair.
You weren't complaining by any means but you were caught off-guard.
She came back within a few minutes carrying children's clothing like the other cannibals wore, she washed your hair and your back, scrubbing off the grime, she dried you off and put the clothes on you, the next few hours were a blur, she picked you up, sat you at a table and placed what looked to be part of a raw arm on your plate.
You stared at it while she went ahead and dug it,
She raised an eyebrow, "you one of those vegetable people?"
You shook your head, poking at the arm slice
"Speak up, are you mute?"
You look up at her, "No ma'am."
"Speak up you sound like a mouse, now use those teeth of yours and eat."
You simply nodded and opened your mouth to dig into the arm,
You'd rather not eat what you assumed to be another person but you hadn't eaten in days and well, it was rude to refuse a free meal, right?
After the meal Susan handed you a toothbrush and told you to brush, giving you a set of pajamas to change into before leaving you to do a night routine,
Once done she picked you up and tucked you into a bed, turning off the lights and closing the door leaving you in pitch black darkness.
Living with Susan wasn't particularly easy but it was better then when you were alive, you didn't have to worry where your next meal came from, or maybe you did considering Susan had a diet of sinner meat, you didn't have to worry about not making ends meet, about the possibility of the folks you dealt too coming for you,
You did miss your family terribly though, you wondered if they missed you, or if they've found your corpse yet, maybe you were permanently put as a missing person, maybe you were chopped up into pieces,You didn't want to know.
Susan would teach you how to properly eat someone, you already had sharp teeth so you were a quick learner in that regard [Although you did prefer normal food]
You would cower behind her and she'd grab you by your shoulder and move you Infront of her, telling you to stand up straight, smacking your lower back with her cane if needed, some days She'd place a book on your head and have you practice walking around with it to correct your posture.
You wouldn't talk much at first but soon became a chatterbox with Susan, and mostly only Susan, keeping talking to others at a minimum unless Susan made you, she paraded you around cannibal town getting you used to the tight-knit community.
You soon went from a rather timid and frankly weak child to a more confident person, Susan wasn't usually seen without you skipping along behind her, eventually once she deemed you as proper she took you to Rosie's Emporium to introduce you to her and obviously get some treats,
"This is [Name] I got them off the streets and I made em' into a proper member of society, [Name] stand up straight, say hello"
Susan said moving you to the front where Rosie was,
"Hello."
Rosie immediately adored you, after all you were small enough to put in her pocket, she leaned down to shake your hand, and in that time
Susan proceeded to accidentally left you at the emporium and Rosie saw her chance and took it,
"Well aren't you adorable! Let Auntie Rosie spoil you, okay?"
Within seconds you were sat in a comfy chair with a plate of cannibalistic desserts infront of you and Rosie across from you, chatting until Susan came back for you two hours later.
She knew she left you after like five minutes she just didn't want to make the trip back and let Rosie babysit you.
Another time she took you to Rosie's Emporium the infamous radio demon was there, and while you didn't particularly know much about overlords and the like since you mainly stuck with Susan, or in the safe parts of cannibal town, you did know that overlords were more or less dangerous,
Susan did not care though and immediately started insulting the radio demon,
"Why don't you have a wife yet? Do you not like woman? Then why don't you have a husband then??"
"Susan, I believe that's none of your-"
"It's because you don't brush your fucking teeth isn't it,"
"Susan-"
"You probably blind all the ladies looking like Rudolph's nose"
"Excuse me?"
You quickly intervene before Susan ends up being the radio man's dinner, Alastor tilts his head at you and bends down,
"And who is this Little one?"
Susan moves you Infront of her and puts her cane between you and Alastor,
"My grandchild, they're very well-mannered unlike you now get away before you influence them to listen to your modern jazz music"
"̵̢̯̫͕̀̀̓̕M̷̧̧͎̬̹̦͚̺̼̳͊͒̽̌̅͑́̕͘ỹ̶̱̮͙̕ ̴͇̹̣͙̖̉̽̏̊͜m̸̡̧̱̲̱͔͉̲̫͋́̄̎̄̔̈̈́͠ö̵̢̢̙͍̩̩̮̺́̃̿̎ḑ̵̰̪͎̀̿̔͊̒͛̄ͅͅͅę̸̪́ř̴̛̳̥̭̼̌͊̄̉̑̽̇̚n̴͕̥̗̻͕̊̅͐̒̂̌͆̚̚͜͠ ̵̛̪̹̔̈́̈́͂͝͝Ẃ̸̽̓̈́̾͂ͅH̵̨̢̯̳̗̦͕̭̯̑̈͆̇̚̕̚Ḁ̸͍̱̩̠̼͚̾̉̚T̵̥̠͓͛͊"̸̛͎̼̺́̔̀̎͛̀̈̕͠
Thankfully Rosie soon appeared before Alastor and Susan could get into a brawl,
She handed you a lil' box of treats and sent you on your way with Susan.
A very polite way to get kicked out in your opinion,
The next time you see Alastor he brings Niffty, trying to get her to influence you enough to drive Susan to insanity.
It backfired.
You, on the rare occasions you roam outside of cannibal town you see someone you may have known during life, you usually don't interact with them, but sometimes they recognize you too, they give a look of mixed disbelief, pity and guilt or just indifference, you made similar decisions to them.
You saw a member of your family, trying to sell something on the streets one time, you went up to them with the confidence of Susan talking to Alastor,
You know they recognized you, you may look different but you were still you, just better then before.
Their face dropped seeing you, filled with guilt and shame, you weren't supposed to be down here, of all places, you should've gotten to live to be old and wrinkly, shaking their head they shoo'd you away in what you assumed was a way to tell you to move on, make the best of your afterlife.
"I don't know you, now shoo' go home."
When you got home to Susan making cannibal meatloaf, nagging you about getting home in a timely manner as you take off your shoes and place them by the door, it gives you a somewhat nostalgic feeling,
You may never seeing the majority of your family again, after all maybe they're in heaven or below with you,
They'll always be your family and while they weren't perfect but they loved you, and you loved them, and you always will even if you were apart.
And now you had a new family member, Your Grandma Susan,
And you loved her, and while she didn't outwardly say it, you knew through her actions of making you a scarf, bringing you a bowl of peeled or cut fruit, or something else, she loved you too.
good evening folks! Hope you enjoyed this, I'm making my way through the requests now so tune on in later for those!
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#susan & reader#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel susan#hazbin susan#hazbin rosie
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That's All It Takes
author's note -
This is written as a surprise for the lovely @lovejosephquinn as she isn't feeling too good today :(( So Lana... SURPRISE! And although it isn't actually going to solve anything, I hope it at least make you smile and think to yourself 'for fucks sake'
summary -
After an exceptionally shit day, Joe will always be there to pick up the pieces.
warnings -
None that I can think of... just pure fluff and love
word count -
1.2K
masterlist
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The house was radio silence when Joe had returned home early from his shoot. The lights all off, save for a tiny spec of light from the top of the stairs. He knew that you had been home from work for 2, maybe 3, hours by now and the likelihood that you had reported straight to bed worried him.
After depositing his shoes and coat by the front door, he glides up the stairs, two at a time in his urge to check on you. As he widened the gap in the door and poked his head into the room, the sight before him tugged at his heartstrings.
You were nowhere to be found, save for the very obvious lump of quilt in a fetal position on the bed. Looking around he noticed additional evidence of an emergency bed stop; clothes strewn on the floor and the end corner of the bed, the TV playing an old movie on a low lulling volume, and your handbag haphazardly dropped close by the door with some of its contents spilling out.
“Sweetheart?” he tries, assuming that you would have long passed out. He’s surprised when a broken groan escapes the bedsheets, your feet popping out of their confines as you try to stretch. He paces over to sit beside you in an instant as you manage to poke your head out of your cocoon. He furrows his brow in a silent question whilst you reposition your body into a more presentable state.
“I feel like absolute dog shit, Joe” you whimper, a sharp shooting pain causing your legs to pull up towards your chest again. He takes one hand and strokes it down the side of your head as he gets up from his seating position to maneuver himself properly on the bed next to you. You simply watch in pain as he shuffles a few times and the second he leans his arm out to you, you practically pounce at the invitation.
“Oh… my darling girl. Tell me all about it,” he coos to you. You walk him through your day at work; the relentless stream of tasks, the neverending stream of clients, and worst of all the agonising stream of pain pulsating throughout your body. During your rundown, Joe traces his fingers over your upper arm and places featherlight kisses to your hairline and it works wonders for your body. Your muscles begin to relax and your head begins to clear the fog.
Soon, your voice fades out and all that’s left once again is silence. But this time there holds more comfort, knowing that Joe was there to soothe you. It didn’t take very long for the sounds of the TV and the steady breathing of your boyfriend to aid you into a very deep, very needed sleep.
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When you wake, the first thing you notice is the absence of body heat. Using what little strength you have, you reach around in an attempt to find Joe but prove to be unsuccessful. With a huff, you muster yourself up and out of the bed and towards your bathroom to empty your bladder but stop when you hear a calm splash of water from inside. With a hand to the door you manage to nudge it open a tad.
Inside, you find your Joe sat on the edge of the bathtub with his hand submerged and rotating the water for a more even temperature. He has bubbles starting at his wrist that extend up his forearm and he hums a gentle tune as he sits unaware of your presence.
Honestly, your first thought is that you had died and gone to heaven. But as he removes his hand from the steaming bath and twists his body towards the door he catches you and pauses his motions, which grounds you immediately, before his face softens and the glint in his eye that you learned was reserved just for you returns.
“You’re awake my love. I was just coming to do that myself.” he chuckles to you before reaching out to take your hand and pull you further into the bathroom. Using your arms as leverage, he steers the two of you around until you are plonked onto the edge of the tub just as he was before. He leaves you just for a second in order to flick the light switch and it’s only then that you notice the collection of lit candles placed meticulously around the bathroom.
He’s back in front of you in a second as he slides his finger around your wrists to pull your arms into the air so he can reach for the hem of your sleep shirt that you had thrown on in haste upon your arrival home. Once discarded, he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you into him. He caresses your lower back a number of times before he hooks his fingers into your underwear, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead before stepping away to pull your panties down your legs. Even going so far as to kiss your knee as you step out of the fabric.
Back to his feet, he rushes to discard his own clothing, flinging his shirt towards the basket like an arrow and winks at you as it effortlessly falls in, earning a giggle from you. He moves gently to engulf you into an embrace, both of his arms wrapped tight around your shoulders as you lazily rest your own on his waist. Pulling his head back, he seeks out your face that is buried into his chest. As soon as your head is lifted in his direction, he’s quick to swoop in with a soft kiss, the kind that leaves you breathless and lightheaded.
His arms tighten slightly as his lips slide against your own. Your whole body seems to melt as you let out a contented sigh into his mouth. All too soon he begins to peel himself away from you and steps himself into the tub. Once he is comfortably seated, he parts his legs to accommodate for your own frame and holds out a hand for you to take in order to steady yourself into the tub. His free hand takes a hold of your hip to guide you between his legs.
With your back now perched flush against his chest, the trials and tribulations of the day paired with the sentimentality of this moment render you emotional. It starts with small sniffles and you see Joe’s hand emerge from the water to place it firmly onto your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb. You feel his abdominal muscles tense up as he leans his head towards the shell of your ear and he whispers to you,
“You’ve done so well darling,” he pauses to place a firm kiss to the base on your neck where your shoulder starts before continuing, “you can let go now.” And with that, the dam had broken and the accumulation of the day erupts a guttural sob from your lips.
Joe simply holds you in this moment. Holds you and caresses you. And this only adds more to the floods of tears, though at least for a better reason than before. Because you know that he’s gonna be there time and time again when this sort of day arises; absolutely devoted to you and your well being. Because you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that Joe will always be your ultimate comfort, your home. So he holds you, and that’s all it takes for you to heal.
#joseph quinn#joe quinn#joseph quinn stranger things#lana lana bo bana 🖤#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn imagine#joseph quinn fluff
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Fav fics from ur moots?
ok ok im gonna try and fit as many moots in here as i can no matter how much we do or don't talk because i want to hype them all up and show how much i love their fics so answers under the cut
also if you weren't included im so sorry i literally love you all i just need to go stalk ur masterlists lol
@smileysuh - anteric; literally IS SO GOOD LIKE THE PLOT >>> minwon is so supportive i am literally so pro polyamory i have read it multiple times (ok but also a break too like nova's minwon fics are insane)
@gamerwoo - sharing is caring but i don't care; it was so cute and funny and the push and pull between minwon is so cute like fdjaslkf i love the dynamic and wonwoo being possessive
@jihoonotes - yearning; so mel is not active anymore (rip </3) but if you know anything about me you know how insane i am over this smau and im putting it on here so everyone can go read it and die over it with me (the slow burn was BURNING HOLY SHIT)
@sluttywoozi - paper rings; JIHOON FLUFF MY BELOVED it's so adorable and i love this song too so it's the perfect pairing and jihoon is written so sweetly also it plays into me being in love with jihoon's muscles
@leejihoonownsmyheart - on film; it is deadass one of my favorites of all time it's written so adorably, i love the reader and the dynamic with jihoon and it has humor and a bit of angst and its everything i need
@ssinboo - grasp the thorn; ROYALTY AU WHERE MINGYU KILLS PEOPLE FOR THE READER??? SIGN ME TF UP also just bath sex is so hot they're so cute but also fjslsdakasdfkl i loved this fic sm
@bitchlessdino - they're all so goodf jsklfa partying in your birthday suit; one of the first fics i read from nana and like??? I WAS A CHANGED MAN, it was cute and so hot and i love how they reconnected from knowing each other in the past
@pepperonidk - home for the holidays; fluffy adorable goodness that just warmed my heart and it helps that christmas is my favorite holiday (also i love a good fake dating trope)
@duhnova - bad dog; i re-read it today and like maybe i am biased because of my own interests but literally i love puppy boy gyu and like the reader is so mean but ajlkskldfs literally died the first time i read it
@onlyseokmins - neighbor!au thoughts; i know these aren't like full out fics but they have a CHOKEHOLD on me like i eat them up everytime i see a new one like yall don't get how insane i am over them
@strawberryya - claws; the idea of scratching up soonyoung's back makes me feral idk what it is but like fdsjkla him and the reader both were just so damn sexy in this fic
@savventeen - to build a home; i don't think this is a suprise this fic changed my life it was the best fluff i could imagine and it just made my heart happy like i love the way jihoon was characterized
@ncteez - ALL OF THEM LITERALLY??? if i had to pick one uhhh the perks of being that guy; i will be loyal to jihoon lol but also IT WAS SO GOOD the plot flowed well and it was funny but also cute and the smut was SO HOT JFDSKLA hon you really devoured with this one
@cheolhub - just the tip; very on brand for mingyu he was just so needy and cute the (small bit of) build up was delicious like when i read this i was screaming the whole time
@toruro - the letter; i feel like im legally obligated to say this fjsadkl but it is a REALLY good fic and ik how much work mika put into it and it was literally A MASTERPIECE like the reader was so relatable and the angst and the dynamics and fsjdlafdskla. im also biased and LOVE this drabble wrote for me lol
@gyuswhore - the thing about love; it's a long fic WHICH I LOVE but it didn't even feel that long like i was so invested in the plot and i love soonie and the way his was characterized was literally perfect like the slowburn was worth it
@lovelyhan - meet cute of the century; i put all of my reviews on this fic when it came out but the slowburn? the minor angst? the smut? PERFECTION LIKE kai put so much into this fic AND IT PAID OFF
@jeonghantis - menace; i just reblogged this because i apparently forgot to the first time i read it but literally SO GOOD and so hot like fjdsalf they're both teases and so needy i was drooling also PILLOW HUMPING >>>>
@beefboyandbabygirl - girl code; obvi like it's my jihoon 2000s romcom fantasy it's everything i need and i love all of the dynamics and the built up AND JIHOON IS SO CUTE
@sluttyminghao - daybreak; i read this a long time ago but i love a good best friends!au and i love vernon lol it was so hot and so cute and i just love how nonie was written
@onlymingyus - 7pm; i DIED when this fic came out im not even joking like idk what was put in it BUT I AM LITERALLY BARKING the build up and tension was insane and like just bss fucking you drives me wild
@seokgyuu - challenge me; okay tbh i didn't know mitch wrote this so like fjskdlaf i read this before i even started my own blog and each chapter is so good the plot is funny and i cannot get enough of it if you have time binge the whole series its so worth it
@onlyhuis - art project; LITERALLY ONCE AGAIN A FIC I READ A WHILE AGO AND NEVER RB-ED APPARENTLY but so so sooooo hot like the set up is so sexy for no reason and the reader is so teasing AND THE PAINT DFJKLSAL anyways...
@thepixelelf - bluff and nonsense; obviously it's literally one of my most favorite things i've read like the angst is perfect and i love soonyoung's internal monologue its super well written like it could actually happen and i just really like the plot and set up ya know pls pls pls go give this one a read if you haven't yet (and there's a she/her and he/him ver too!)
@wongyuuu - elevator; my most recent moot literally due to this fic!!! it's so good like the emotions and angst put into it are next level and i love a good soulmate au so the idea that they cry together is so unique so go read it you will very much enjoy it
#rru.answers#rru.moots#rru.recs#wow look at all of these talented people#GO READ ALL OF THEIR FICS!!!#also why is this mostly jihoon wonwoo mingyu and soonyoung😭😭#nonie pls forgive me </3
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Oh my god. Matilda hit a milestone tonight. We are really struggling with dog reactivity right now, and it's making me feel like shit to the point that she's about to start taking a break from coming to work with me — but I had a genuinely really wonderful moment this evening. See, she really reminded me that there was a reason I decided to train a clever, pushy, independent dog as a service prospect in the first place:
you get a clever, pushy, independent dog at the end.
Pictured earlier today, glaring because seven hours earlier she had to have a bath (because she got so muddy that three separate shampooings were necessary to get all the dirt off).
Which is to say, today for the first time ever bedtime came in a context where there was no human effort attending to me getting up and going to bed: CM was off to work, and Kawuli was upstairs on the phone, and I was absolutely absorbed in yelling at the bank sitting in the living room gently zoning.
And she took one look at that situation, marched up to me, stared urgently and then poked me until I got up. I did not move until she shoved me at least twice, because I was focused on something else. She nudged me into getting up and then marched me to where CM was getting ready to go to work to see what happened. At which point I went OH RIGHT BED and started getting ready for bed, and then CM had a few minutes to sit and chat before leaving so we sat down for a bit and as soon as they got up Matilda was right there watching that I went to the bathroom and came to bed upon getting up.
And then she helped herself to a used kleenex on my pillow, because her nickname "yucky Tilda" is well earned.
I genuinely cannot tell what is going on with her feelings about dogs because she has always been extremely weird about strange dogs and soliciting play, and her natural body language is almost as stunted as Benton's: she has always sort of gravitated to other dogs screaming at the top of her lungs or hung back and watched strange dogs very seriously and thoughtfully. I think it may be excitement but even as a puppy she was not into meeting other puppies or interacting with them—she used to sit firmly on her mat and observe other puppies without getting involved during free play time.
She has the ability to control her attention and totally ignore other dogs if she's doing something rewarding enough, though, and I think we can countercondition our way out of this. I'm trying something new out: tying her, harnessed, to the cherry tree in the front yard and playing flirt pole. My yard is fenced, but only by about three feet, so I have a limited visual barrier. And we have a very rewarding activity that does not involve self control and does involve engaging with me. Let's see if we can get the idea of dogs walking by me way less interesting than engaging with her human in a game.
Tried it out this morning and she was able to totally blow off Roof Dog (also a cattle dog) yelling at her from the roof of the garage across the street. She struggled with my neighbor walking a polite Lab mix past the gate but handled a smaller toy mix easily. So we will see if that helps.
But even if she is never public access ready, she's still really useful just being at home. She's never tasked totally uncued before—generally by timer —but this was extremely clearly an extension of the pieces I've taught her smoothed and merged into a sequence I was hoping SO much she would pick up on.
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not the same anymore | eddie munson x reader
summary: it's three am, you and Eddie are under the substance and a deep conversation begin.
warnings: fluff, eddie munson being cute (as always) friends to lovers, existential crisis, mention of drugs, i think i described the reader very gender neutral so!
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"I can't believe childhood is over" you murmured, the smoke coming out of your mouth.
"You turned eighteen not eighty grandma" you heard Eddie scream from the bathroom, the water from the sink as a soundtrack.
Your naked feet meet the coldness of the floor as you walk from Eddie's room to the bathroom. A faint, warm light bathing your body, giving it a yellowish hue.
"But it's, legally, over. Im an adult now"
"Not here" he says grabbing the pink soap "You have to be twenty one"
"Yeah but i'm an adult in a lot of places!" You sit in the toilet, watching Eddie's face though the mirror.
He puts his hands under the water, the bubbles of the soap dying under the warm liquid. That sequence, in your head, was most entertaining at the time. Your thoughts sailed slowly inside your head.
"Are you having an existential crisis?" He dried his hands with the towel "I shouldn't gave you that joint"
You chuckle under your breath and kissed the joint.
It's was three am in Hawkins, but in Eddie's trailer time didn't seems to exist. The only sound that proved that life existed outside of there was the dog barking across the street. The Maxfield girl didn't feed him today, you supposed.
The tiny bathroom was filled with the smoke from the joint that Eddie magically made appear around two in the morning, when sleep didn't make an appearance. The grey air dancing through his curls.
"I'm not!" you protested "I'm just thinking"
"That's even worse!" Eddie said, laying on the frame of the door.
He stole the joint from your fingers to put it in his lips, his cheekbones marked as he inhaled. All you could think about was that seconds ago your lips were in the same place that his lips are now.
"You are not going to die because you turned eighteen darling" he said "Look at me, i'm still here!"
You rolled your eyes, suddenly very aware of how cold your ass was from the porcelain of the toilet "I know, it's just that i can't believe that i'm not going to be able to say that i have seventeen again, or fifteen, or thirteen! Like, ever again.
I have this kind of feeling where i miss the earlier years, how could i blame all my selfishness and silly actions by saying that i was young and i didn't know. People don't allow that type of excuse when you are more grown"
"I mean it's kind of logical, don't you think?" Eddie murmurs "You cannot excuse your shit when you have, like, ninety years"
"Why not?" The warm light was making your eyes look shiny "Is forgiveness and mistakes only allowed until you turn the majority of age?"
Eddie's eyes and yours make contact for a couple of seconds and your heart jumped inside of you.
"Sometimes" he says, passing you the joint and you try to place your lips right where his were seconds ago. "I kinda miss the earlier years too tho"
"I would sell my soul to see younger Eddie Munson"
He laughed out loud, his neck caught your attention for a second.
"I was a metal mess! Wayne used to tell me all the time to go back to my room and change my clothes because they were too much for school" His eyes reflected a glimpse of nostalgia "But i was very cool"
"You were always cool" your lips pronounced before your brain allowed to speak. The weed was hitting.
A shy smile appear on Eddie's face, hiden behind his hair.
"I remember that i was counting the days on a little calendar that i had to turn eighteen and get the hell out of here"
"You still here tho"
"Well, eventually i lost that shitty calendar before i turned eighteen" He was playing with his rings, the devil one specifically "And i kinda found a reason to stay here. A person"
The emotions were your second skin, and the effects of the weed didn't help to calm down your thoughts.
"Well i don't want to be the reason that you don't get out of here" you teased with a funny tone, but in the deep of your brain you were praying for be that person that he was talking about.
It was kind of a double side commentary, if you weren't that person then it was a simple, friendly joke.
"What makes you think you are that person?" he said, moving closer until our legs were finally touching.
"I'm the best person that you have here obviously"
He laughed. "C'mon, let's go to the bedroom, it's getting cold here"
His hand grabbed yours before you knew, fingers shyly exploring the feeling of your cold hands and pulling you out of the bathroom.
You two walked down the dark hallway, hands clasped and feelings overflowing. It was a five-second walk, the path to Eddie's room was short, but it felt very intimate and new to both of you.
Your hands were kissing each others palms for a couple of seconds more before they split, instantly missing the heat of the skin.
"I think that being a child it's kinda sad sometimes" your body crashed in the bed as you speak, looking at the roof
"Being a child fucking sucks sometimes" you felt Eddie's body next to yours "Even tho i was a very cool kid, like i said, i used to have my emo moments. You can't ran away from the sadness"
The joint was starting to hit Eddie too, his eyes were closed and his mind was speaking by herself. His mouth felt dry.
"Sadly, no" you murmured "But you learn things from it"
"Bullshit!" He shouted, furrowing his eyebrows "I hate when people said that optimistic shit"
"But it's true!" you protested, looking at him shake his head in disagree "You learn things from the good as well. From everything"
"You sound like a fucking tv show for depressed people"
You laughed until your stomach were asking to stop, being a cruel victim of an ache of laugh. Under the effect everything seemed ten thousand times funnier.
You though that Eddie fell sleep after a few minutes where the silence was the king of the room, but he opened his eyes after a while.
"Why do i have to suffer to earn some kind of a knowledge?"
His voice sounded so calm, so honest that made your heart stop for a moment. His body language reflected how calm he was, how vulnerable he was being and you felt overwhelmed with the sudden change.
"I don't know" You whispered, thinking that any loud noise could break the intimacy "I guess you don't, it's just a consequence of it, the knowledge"
The joint was still in your hand, but you didn't wanted anymore. You wanted to throw it down the toilet, like if that was the reason of how flooded with emotions you were.
"I don't like it. It's not fair" he whispered too.
The air felt dense in the room, a unknown feeling crowded your body as you felt Eddie's hand caressing yours.
"You learn from the good things too, i think it's fair" you managed to say as he sighed.
"But the sad moments, the sad feelings and the suffer are bigger that the good things that we learn, are heavier"
He opened his eyes, and you looked at him, not quite understanding. Still feeling his finger carefully explore your hand.
"Like, the sadness always came with something else, right? With a reason or with lots of sadness from the past" He explained, his face in a concentrated expression "There are ghosts of sadness, but there are no ghosts of happiness, and even if they exist, they come in a form of nostalgia, which is even sadder"
You nodded slowly "I get it, but the nostalgia doesn't always have to be with the past tho" you murmured, looking at his lips "Sometimes nostalgia came from a lot of futures that didn't happen, and that you wish they did"
Even you two were next to each others body's, that didn't seemed enough. Always it's not enough when you were not kissing him.
He took the joint of your hand and threw it to the ashtray that was in his bed. The dog stopped barking but you just noticed that, when the whole world was under the silence.
It was as if neither Eddie nor you had anything to say, but rather your bodies were acting, replacing words with actions.
Eddie's body heat crashed against yours the moment he leaned on his elbow and leaned over you. His brown eyes looked to your mouth, and he finally did it.
Suddenly the sensation of floating was due to how warm Eddie's lips felt on yours and not because of the joint. You felt when his hand cupped your cheek making the kiss more intense and you also felt his skin under your touch.
His tongue caressed your lips in a way that you felt like you were made of jelly, making you open your mouth and breathing hard.
Eddie was over you, touching the skin that your shirt revealed, trying to memorize every inch of you. His rings making you shiver everytime they entered in contact with your already hot skin.
After seconds, you leave his lips to catch a breath, your hands still at his neck.
"Now you don't have to feel nostalgia for the future anymore" he murmured and kissed you again.
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n/a: not me projecting myself in the childhood dialogue.
hope you like it.
reblogs and notes are appreciated <3
#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fic#stranger things 4#joseph quinn#eddie x reader#eddie munson x reader smut
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Yesterday I had no power and had to roll my J’s by pattern powered candles and boil water for my whores bath so I could be clean to go into the office today.
I get into the office with my boobs boobling excellently and office crush still leave the office with giving me a little good bye kiss kiss.
I had to work late today so I got home at 8 pm and now the building management emails me saying that we have no hot water for the next couple days so here I am boiling more water for another whores bath.
Give me something nice that will soothe the simmering rage within my soul 🔫 😤 or I’m barring you from post anything else.
You can surprise me but make it snappy
-👹
So you can send Tumblr asks but you can't answer my texts? I hate you. This is just for you specz with your stupid little neighbor OC.
You slip out onto your fire escape, and kick the plywood flooring you laid down back into place. You collapse into the folding chair you set out and grab the bong off the garden table, flicking the lighter to try and catch the spare weed still left in the bowl. You're just letting your first lungfull of smoke out when your neighbor's window opens.
She flashes you a smile and you give her a small wave. She gets settled in her own lawn chair, puts her laptop down and picks up the grinder off the table to check the contents. She's good at sharing, and she's got great weed, you wonder where she gets it. Some chick with a fucked up garden, she told you once. She taps the ash out of the bowl and repacks it, you pass her the lighter as she presses her lips to the top of the bong.
Which means you have about 10 minutes before her weird ass boyfriend comes looking for her. He's a clingy one, but she likes him for some reason, so you avoid calling him anything more than a big spooky mother fucker.
She tips her head back to blow smoke rings, tapping the lighter against the side of the bong as she does. You lean back in your chain and kick your feet up onto the railing.
"Fuck this shit is choice," she breathes, looking over your lighter, "you make this?" She hold the lighter up for you, as if you haven't seen it before.
"Was a gift," you snag the dog patterned lighter back from her, the thief has already nicked 3 other lighters from you and you're not going to lose this one. She shrugs.
"What are we watching?" She pulls her laptop onto her lap, and opens it up.
"New Girl," you shimmy down in your chair, grab the bong again as you settle in to watch, "you sure you're have time before your boyfriend comes to find you." She waves you off, plugging the show into the search bar.
"He's fine, I told him I was coming out here."
"Don't you have a baby?" You frown.
"It's up for debate," she hums, settling the laptop on the garden table as the theme song plays.
"How is a baby up for debate?"
"Depends on what's going on in the story."
"I mean this with all the love in my heart," You take a solid hit and hold it while she stares at you with a raised brow. Sometimes you think if she wasn't so pretty she wouldn't get away with half the shit she does. You let out your smoke with a huff, "you are clinically insane, what the fuck are you talking about?"
#ghoul speaks#oc: love#tw drug use#weed#👹 anon#sister tag#oc: heck#spec i hope you like this shitty little bedtime story
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My love, would you be willing to write penny fluff? I just need some of that fluffy cuddle shit yknow or him being clingy. Anything that involves him acting soft and sweet.
On it Pretty Boy ❤️
Derry was peaceful… a little too peaceful. It had just turned summer and all the kids were out of school. Some went to the arcade, some played down at the pool. But the older kids had summer jobs. And you were no exception, working down at the local pool as a lifeguard.
Now the gig wasn’t all that bad, of course there were screaming children, but drowning was rare. Children respected you, so they didn’t dare step into the deep end without approval. You sat in your watchtower making sure everything was up to par. And if it got too hot, you could always just jump in to cool off. Plus you didn’t mind seeing all the older kids in their bathing suit.
Women would wave and give little giggles as you walked by. Men would gawk, but look away when you met their eyes. It was highly amusing. But you weren’t interested in them. Except for this one boy who started to show up everyday since last week. You hadn’t seen him around school, he looked maybe a few years older than you. He was tall, lanky, but well built. Hair you could run your hands through, and a smile that was to die for.
But those eyes, those eyes were what held your attention. Those big puppy dog eyes he’d give you, and only you. Once you even swore you saw them change colours. As time went on he’d stay later and later, until he was the last one leaving the pool in the evening.
“Hey!
You shouted after him as he got out of the pool, you’re eyes trailing his stomach. He turned to you, an confused look on his face.
“What’s your name?”
“Penny.” He stated simply.
Penny, what an odd name for a boy. But you had to admit, you liked the way it sounded. You introduced yourself, asking him how long he’d been swimming for. When he explained he’d never swam before this week you were shocked. He was so good.
As you parted ways you made a bold decision.
“See you tomorrow?” You asked over your shoulder.
An open invitation. You were dangling the hook right in his face, seeing if he’d bit. You weren’t even sure if he was interested in you, or if you were his type. But when you got a nod, your heart raced.
“Tomorrow.”
But when he didn’t show, you found yourself feeling lost without him. You’d been so excited to get to see him, talk to him more. But he was a no show, stood you up. As the last kids left the pool you signed, cleaning up the left over tools and heading for the showers. You let the warm water run over your body as you scrubbed the chlorine from you skin. You jumped when you head a chuckle.
“You look good!” A voice complimented.
You frantically rubbed the soap out of your eyes and turned to the intruder. Even with your eyes still blurry, you could make out his eyes anywhere.
“Penny?” You asked.
He chuckled once more.
“Sorry I was late today, had to take care of some… stuff. And by the time I got in the pool was closed.”
“So you just walking in on me showering… naked?” You raised a brow.
You didn’t attempt to cover yourself, instead choosing to cross your arms over your chest for emphasis. You weren’t ashamed of your body, and he seemed to like looking at it. So why hide it? It was than you noticed his strange appeal. He was wearing a suit. And holding… flowers? He noticed you looking at them and handed them to you.
“I heard human-people give flowers as apologies. Is that wrong?”
It was your turn to laugh now. How odd. He scrunched his brows at your laughter. Penny wasn’t used to people laughing around him.
“Dude, you’re gonna ruin your fancy suit. And no, it’s not wrong. A little weird but not wrong.”
You turned off the tap and went to grab a towel, wrapping it around yourself.
“Weird?”
“Normally this apology is for more… intimate relationships. Like dating, or parents. Not strangers. But I like them, they’re pretty.”
“You are not a stranger. I know your name, you know mine.” He stated flatly.
“There much more to get to know about a person Penny. Like how most people prefer privacy when they shower.”
“Bodies are natural.”
“Yes, yes they are. You’re strange you know that?”
“Strange?”
“Good strange. Fun strange. I like it. Thanks again for the flowers. But we should get out of here, if I don’t lock up soon I’ll get in trouble.”
“Trouble?”
“My boss will be mad and punish me if I don’t follow the rules. Technically I’ve already broken one. No one is allowed in the pool area after hours.”
You gestured to the man beside you. You got dressed as Penny refused to break eye contact. It was awkward but not uncomfortable.
“Then I will eat this boss.” He said, this time his tone a little more happy.
You paused in your tracks, contemplating if you heard him right. You turned to look at him.
“You’re really funny!” You complemented.
He made you smile and you liked that.
“It was not a joke human. Nobody should punish you.”
“You call me human like you’re not one. Don’t tell me, you’re a vampire- no wait you swim in the sun. A were wolf, not likely. An alien, that’s it, you’re an alien aren’t you! Trying to get in my head to learn how to pretend to be human.” You joked.
You’d both continued walking, locking the door behind you. Penny frowned.
“I am not an alien. And I’m not trying to get into your head. You’re different.”
“Good different?” You asked.
He nodded.
“Most people run. Even in this form.”
“Form? I don’t see why anyone would be intimidated by a well dressed man in a suit.”
“Not my clothes human. My skin.”
You figured this was part of his act. A weird roleplay thing he did. Like an impromptu improv session to gage your reaction. So you played along.
“Hmm. And this different skin? Is it scary.”
“It can be. I can be anything you want.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“So you’re a shapeshifter?”
Another nod. Seems like he was committed to this strange conversion topic.
“So what’s a shapeshifter like you doing in a town like Derry?”
You kicked at the rocks at your feet.
“Derry is oblivious. They don’t protect their youth. People go missing.”
Now you grew slightly uncomfortable. Maybe he was a serial killer, and you shouldn’t be talking to him. But he was the most interesting thing to come your way all summer. And you had to admit, he was quite easy on the eyes.
“Hmm, like the kids at the begging of the summer? I do admit, the police should be doing more about that. I heard they haven’t found any bodies yet.”
Penny looked at you strange. You weren’t scared, you weren’t suspicious. Of course his original plan upon seeing you was to lure you away and eat you. You weren’t a child anymore, but you’d still taste good. But now he couldn’t bring himself to do it. You were different than his usual prey. So he kept walking behind you, following blindly where ever you went.
“I doubt they will.” He stated simply.
As the summer went on, more kids went missing. A curfew was placed on the town, and the pool suffered for it. But you at least got it go home early. And everyday Penny would meet you by the gate and walk you home. It was nice, simple. You two didn’t need to define the relationship because you were both comfortable. The first time you’d kissed Penny on the cheek, you swore he actually turned red. And his eyes turned that vibrant orange again. Must have been a trick of the light.
He’d learned to do it back. But sometimes it would be random. He’d kiss you on the cheek mid sentence. He liked to play with your hair, SOAD it was soft. He also really enjoyed your hands, they were always well manicured, sometimes even covered in a thick layer of black or red polish. Penny liked the red, it reminded him of blood.
One time you’d gotten into a fist fight on his behalf. Of course Penny didn’t mind the kids calling him a freak, if they knew what he really looked like, they’d be scared shitless. But when he saw you pounce, he was stuck to you like glue from that point. He kissed the bruises on your first. A thin trail of blood feel from your busted lip. Penny was gonna wipe it away with his thumb, but his brain took over.
Without a second thought, Penny pulled you forward into a kiss. It took you a moment to realise what was happening before you kissed back. But you felt a sharp sting at your bottom lip suddenly. Penny bit you. You pulled away for air.
“What was that?” You chuckled.
“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”
He grinned, wiping a dribble of blood from his mouth.
“So you are a vampire.” You joked.
He rolled his eyes.
“Trust me Doll, I’m muscu scarier than those vampires in your books.”
It was your turn to roll your eyes.
“I’m sure you are P.”
You pulled him back in for another kiss, missing the way his lips made yours tingle. You didn’t mind much if he nibbled at the sensitive flesh of your bloody lip. Pennywise was quickly growing addicted. To your scent, your taste… everything about you. He wanted to devour you, but in a completely different way. But he was trying to portray a gentleman. It was fun pretending to be human. He learned it made the scares that much better, it made the humans feel betrayed and like they were going crazy.
At least this was he didn’t have to hide in a stinky sewer all way. He could blend in to society when he wasn’t killing. One night you’d invited him in, the two of you cuddling and watching an old horror movie together. He never knew such mundane things could be so fun. But he grew hungry as he sat there, and that was something he couldn’t ignore.
“I have to go.” He said suddenly.
You frowned, pausing the movie and lifting your head off his lap.
“Are you alright? You look pale.” Your asked worried.
“I’m fine Doll. I’m just tried. I should really get going, it’s late.”
“Alright” you relented, pulling him in for a hug. “Get home safe.”
Penny was quick to leave, he didn’t want to, but he didn’t want to hurt you. But you grew suspicious. You threw on some old converse and a dark hoodie and left the house. You followed behind him, careful not to give yourself away. You wondered if he was going to meet someone. And when you’d see him standing next to a member of the Bowers gang, your heart sank.
Why would he like you, when he could have Victor Criss. The schools pretty boy. As you were about to turn and go home to sulk, you heard a scream. You saw Penny turn into a giant clown like creature, his stature looming over the boy. You knew you should run, but you wanted a better look. You moved closer and watched as he backed the boy up into a wall. Victor plead for his life but it was no use. You watched as Pennywise devoured the boy.
You knew you should be scared, terrified, disgusted. But this was Penny, you’re Penny. In fact, you were only mad that he hid this side of himself from you. Of course you knew he wasn’t human, but he’d never straight up confessed to you. His head suddenly snapped to you and you locked eyes.
“Y/N?” His voice sounded demonicz
He walked toward you slowly, expecting you to flinch back. When you didn’t, he titled his head confused. You pointed to your own lip and giggled.
“You’ve got a little Victor right here.” You said.
Pennywise was stunned.
“I am Pennywise the Dancing Clown, and you aren’t scared of me?”
“If you wanted me dead Penny, I’d be dead. The kids started going missing the minuet you showed up. I figured you’d tell me eventually.”
“You do not care?”
You beckoned him forward, pulling him down by his collar and kissing him on the cheek. You wiped the little bit of blood from the corner of his lip, then left him a kiss.
“Besides, you look hot like this.”
You walked away, leaving the man stunned. How he got so lucky as to find you, he’ll never know. But one thing is for certain, he’s never letting you go!
An: Doll is a gender neutral pet name and you can’t tell me otherwise. Everyone can be a doll. You’re all dolls! Hope you enjoyed Ty, I tried my best❤️
#Pennywise#Penny#human Pennywise#pennywise the dancing clown#pennywise x reader#ty ty <3#slasher#slasher boys#slasher boyfriend#slasher x you
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Lizzie thought it a bit strange to have her husband’s severed head tucked into the same furnace her food was prepared in. She thought it even more strange that his head could keep talking after being detached from his body. Admittedly, she was probably the weird one for sticking him in there in the first place- but she panicked, alright! It’s not every day that your dear spouse’s skull starts melting off their torso! Actually- she was getting ahead of herself. How did this all start again?
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The ocean was beautiful today. Well, it was beautiful everyday- but that wasn’t the point. The point was, Lizzie was ecstatic. Today was the day she’d finally teach Joel to swim.
Somehow- despite living mere meters away from the water- he’d never learned how. When asked why, all she got was a shrug and a half-baked excuse about “not really getting along” with the sea. How could anyone not like the waters she called home! Well, today was the day that would change, she’d make sure of it.
Her giddiness only grew as she watched Joel’s small rowboat tread over, making his way ever so slowly to the lilypad she was rocking back and forth on. He was crawling along like a baby moving on their own for the first time, but it didn't matter. She’d help him face his fears. Even if by force.
Eventually, the Mezelean couldn’t stall any longer and came to a stop at his wife’s feet, barely able to look up at her before being pounced on. The boat rocked dangerously as Lizzie squeezed the life out of him. He shrieked in a rather unmanly way. The Ocean Queen thought it was cute, at least.
“Oh, Joel, I’m so happy to see you!” She bounced up and down as the man stepped shakily out of his boat, looking like he’d just watched his whole family be murdered. Nothing a bit of sweet talk couldn’t fix.
“Yeah- well- you almost knocked me out my blummin’ boat!” Joel huffed and ran his hands down his face.
Lizzie just grinned cheekily and poked his shoulder. “You know you love me.”
He sighed again, looking away defeatedly. “...I do.”
That was what brought him here in the first place. His love for his beautiful, lovely wife trumped all fear and wariness he could muster; something that would probably lead to his downfall one day. But for now, that only led to her convincing him to face his fear of water.
It was an irrational fear, he knew. Void, he’d only ever touched the stuff once in his twenty-six years of sentience. A small perk of being made of clay: you don’t have to bathe.
Anyway, he was getting off-topic. The only time he’d ever been in the ocean was during an accident while at sea, ending with him being tossed in the drink. He had barely any memory between hitting the water and waking in the Palace infirmary- besides meeting Lizzie, of course.
Speaking of Lizzie, his wife was bent down to his height, staring at him with those (oddly predatory- like a shark cornering its prey) adorable eyes filled with curiosity.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” She asked, head tilting to the side like a dog.
A fond smile spread across his face. He could never resist her puppy (guppy?) eyes, even if she annoyed the shit out of him sometimes.
“Thinking about the day we met,” Joel cooed, putting on a sappy expression, leaning closer and topping it off with smooch-y lips for the full effect.
Lizzie’s face twisted into a look of amused disappointment, pushing his face away. “Ugh- why’d I have to marry such a weirdo?”
He cackled. “Hey! I was telling the truth!”
The Ocean Queen’s expression morphed into something more fond. “Really?”
“Really.” Joel would never pass up a chance to tell his wife how much he loves her, and he won’t stop until he’s dead and gone.
“Well if that’s the case, you might be up for a swim!” And with that his feet were swiped out from under him, leaving Joel in a bridal carry in Lizzie’s arms. He gripped her around the neck in panic, a high-pitched yelp tearing out of his throat.
“What? Wait, Lizzie-!”
The splash that followed was sizable and absolutely soaked the axolotl. She mustn't have minded, seeing as he could vaguely hear her slightly-crazed laughter through the waves he’d created. It felt like he was floating and sinking at the same time, as if his body didn’t know whether to fold to his weight or let the air pockets where his organs would be lift him to the surface.
After what felt like years, the sea finally decided to release him. He gasped as he surfaced even though he didn’t have lungs. A habit he’d picked up from other cultures, he guessed. After blinking the water from his eyes, he was met with his wife’s face centimeters from his. He screamed and fumbled backwards, forgetting he wasn’t on solid ground until he started sinking back into the depths. When he resurfaced Lizzie was crouched to the ground with her arms wrapped tightly around her middle, almost crying with laughter.
Joel spit out some seawater that had found its way inside his mouth as he climbed back onto the lilypad beside her, scowling. He wrung out his tunic, watching as the water poured out of it. “Yeah- you’re lucky I thought to wear less expensive clothes for this!”
His wife’s laughter slowly tapered off and she wiped a clawed finger under her eye. “But it was so funny! Plus, it got you used to the water!”
He huffed. “Used to it? You blummin’ threw me in!”
She put her hands to her hips as she stood up. “There’s no better way to teach a person something new than to throw them straight in!” She paused for a tick. “Literally,” she added.
Joel shook his head and chuckled softly. How did he end up with such a strange woman? He looked back up to see her tying up her long hair, tongue poking out with concentration, and suddenly remembered why he married her.
“Are you going to just sit there and admire my beauty, or are you gonna get in the water?”
The Mezalean was snapped out of his thoughts to see Lizzie already in the water. He cleared his throat, a flush creeping over his cheeks. “But you are gorgeous!” He grinned as he gingerly slid off the lilypad and watched as she giggled, flushed, her fins wiggling with giddiness.
“No buttering up the teacher!” She teased, splashing him lightly.
The lesson said “teacher” gave afterward was much less fun than how it began. Don’t get him wrong, Joel loved spending his day with his wife, pressed close to her (even if out of fear at times) and feeling her presence. But his… relationship with the water won in the end.
The first time things seemed wrong was when he slowly started to feel more and more lethargic. His arms felt too heavy to paddle and his legs were fighting to kick. Lizzie suggested they take a break, assuming he was just getting tired. It seemed to work after eating lunch on the lilypad, taking in the sun. But when they got back in the water, things got worse. Way worse.
They were in the middle of him learning to float. Joel had been on his back, Lizzie holding her hands under his back to guide him and make him feel safer. The two had been having a nice conversation about the new additions to Matral Palace’s horse head wall when Lizzie stopped talking suddenly. Joel looked over at her, taking in her confused and slightly worried expression. “Lizzie?”
“Uh, Joel-” she paused like she didn’t know how to continue. “Are you prone to… melting?”
“What?” He went to sit up, forgetting he was floating, and sunk. He attempted to swim back up like how Lizzie had taught him, but only sunk deeper. He felt heavier than usual, which made panic flare up in his chest. He wasn’t worried about drowning, since he couldn’t. No, compared to his real fear, drowning was nothing. He was scared of sinking to the ocean floor, never to be seen again. As his arms unsuccessfully flailed in the water, he watched as, slowly, chunks of him started to slough off and float up to the surface. He guessed he knew what Lizzie was talking about now.
He had almost come to terms with the idea of being swallowed by the ocean, but he soon realized that he was in the Ocean Empire and that his wife (and everyone else) knew how to swim. Lizzie was making her way down to him fast, a few of her guards not far behind. When she spotted the state Joel was in, she chattered a few words to them in Oceanic he couldn’t understand. The King watched as the guards started to collect pieces of him from the water. He was thankful they’d come off clean in big chunks, not wanting to lose small, microscopic pieces of himself. Lizzie ended up grabbing his head first- he hadn’t even realized it had separated from his torso. She said something that sounded close to her asking if he was ok. He started to nod before realizing he needed a torso to do that, so he settled for letting out a watery, “Yeah.”
The process of his rescue was a bit of a blur. He supposed it might’ve been the shock, or something like that. He wasn’t sure how, but the next thing he knew, he was back on the lilypad. Lizzie was leaning over him with an expression that was a bit too calm for just seeing her husband break apart. “Joel?”
“Is it bad?”
She glanced back down at where the rest of his body would be. He couldn’t be sure it even was, not that he could move his head to look. “Erm- I don’t know how to say this.”
He breathed out a dry laugh. “Tell me, doc, how much time do I have left?”
“Shut it.” She smiled thinly and flicked at his face, grimacing when the impact left a slight dent in his cheek. Lizzie cleared her throat quickly before continuing. “So, I may have forgotten that you’re made of clay and that clay doesn’t do so well in water…”
Joel hummed. “Yeah, I kinda forgot that too.”
His wife looked at him guilty as she gingerly picked his severed skull from the ground, pressing it to her chest. “Oh Joel- I’m sorry!” She whined, resting her cheek on the top of his head, smearing some of what would be his hair onto her face.
The Mezalean just chuckled. “It’s fine, Liz. Just patch me back up and I’ll be good to go.”
She leaned back to show him her watery eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
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Oh, right. She remembers now.
“Lizzie? Are you even listening?”
Joel’s muffled voice snapped the Queen out of her thoughts. “Huh?”
“I asked if you were listening to me,” he repeated, fondly rolling his eyes.
She smiled. “Well, it’s a bit hard to hear you through the door. And the fire.”
“Fair.” He looked to the side for a second before returning back to her gaze. “How long do you think it’s gonna take to firm the rest of me up?”
Lizzie grimaced and looked out the kitchen’s window. “Erm, no idea.”
“Great,” he sighed.
A beat of silence passed before either of them spoke again, Joel ending up breaking the awkward air.
“You know you’ve just given me more of a reason to never swim again, right?”
The axolotl smirked at that. “Is that a challenge?”
He scoffed dramatically. “I just blummin’ fell apart and you want to put me back in the sea!”
She hummed in thought. “Maybe I should get you glazed.”
“LIZZIE.”
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Day 25
Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Demon Wolfwood X F!Reader
CW: grinding, clothes sex, Penis in vagina sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, Daddy Kink, cream pies
Word count: 2371
A/N: Day 24, The final section of the demon Wolfwood series. You can find part one here and part two here
After the events in the bathroom, you started to slowly accept that Wolfwood really was a permanent fixture in your life now. But as time passed you found his presence less and less annoying, he wasn’t a slouch, helping you look after the apartment, doing some of the cooking. He worked under the table while you were in the office, shrugged, and pointed out it wasn’t like he could get a real job. Learning he liked living in the mortal realm, his best friend who was a high-ranking demon lived in the mortal world and he often spent time with him as well, yet doing his best to ensure neither of you ever met.
The turning point in your relationship came when you got sick. Not deathly sick, more of the flu to kick the shit out of you sick. Wolfwood had been amazing, from running you some hot baths, making you soup, and serving as a heater to help your body with all your aches and pains.
Anything and everything you wanted he did. When you asked him why he was doing it at one point while your nose was running like a faucet he just shrugged in his Wolfwood way and stated “Why wouldn’t I? You’re my summoner, I’m supposed to help you.” Then pressed a kiss to your forehead as you fell asleep in his embrace later.
After that, there was a noticeable change in how you reacted to him, after sex one night asking him to stay and cuddle. The next night when you went to bed asking if he would join you, and not just for the sex you needed to have every few days never wanting to repeat the way your body reacted when you almost died in your own bathroom.
You also found yourself seeking him out either before or after work to kiss him, knowing he enjoyed it from the way his little tail would twitch.
Some things were still annoying though, and how he’d put on a cute act when he knew you were pissed with him. Some demon when he was making puppy dog eyes at you because he accidentally broke your favorite coffee mug. That night he peppered your face with quick kisses till you told him he was forgiven but you were still mad.
Another night when he was balls deep inside of you moaning his name he stopped you “Nicholas. Call me Nicholas.” Afterward, with his head pressing between your breasts, breathing against your sweat-slicked skin he explained more.
“My name is Nicholas D. Wolfwood.” Running your hands along his back while he’s still deep inside you, you giggle making him glance at you.
“Nice to meet you Nicholas D. Wolfwood. I find myself curious. What’s the D stand for?” Not missing a beat he laughed kissing the skin he could reach, giving it a light suck before pulling away with a pop.
“As far as you need to know Dick, because it’s what I give you.” Both of you had laughed at that, pulling his head up towards yours to kiss him properly.
You still aren’t sure when he made the transition from being a life friend you were stuck with, to a life partner you were stuck with. Just that one day you were aware of it, kissing him deeply with a whisper of “you complete me” against his lips before you pulled away to head to work.
When you’d gotten home, Nicholas had pinned you against the closed door, practically drinking you down with his mouth before letting you suck in some much-needed air. “You’re my everything, Darlin.” Then he was on you again, and fucking you against the door hoping it was as soundproof as your landlord had claimed.
Which brought you to today.
Lying down on your couch, Nicholas behind you his head resting on a pillow set against the armrest, your own head just under his so you could both see the TV unobstructed. A hmph out of him watching the show. “No demon would let it get itself killed by a teenager in a skirt.”
“It’s a show babe. It’s meant for entertainment.” Laughing at his annoyed tone, his hand trailing along your side before dipping down to tease the skin above your lounge pants.
“You find this entertaining?” You can hear the sound of his eyes rolling in his skull, his chest moving behind you and you feel the muscles flex. Grabbing his hand with your own to tangle your fingers together and pulling it up to your chest.
“It has some great plot. Plus the whole premise is ya know it’s the opposite of monster movies? Where the pretty girl runs away and is chased by the monster.” Pressing both of your hands against the swell of your breasts, your bra is long gone for the day.
“Why would the monster care if she’s a pretty girl? Any human would do.” That makes you laugh more, letting go of his hand which he tries to keep against your body and pushing yourself up and around to face him. His eyes follow your movements, reaching up to cup his cheek, his expression changing right away the annoyance washing away as he nuzzles against your palm.
“Does that mean you wouldn’t chase me?” Teasing him and playing with the hair covering his chest and placing a kiss where his heart should be.
“I’d chase you to the end of the earth Darlin.” His voice dropped lower, but the same tender look was still on his face. “But I have a very different reason to chase you.” His hand gripping your side, kneading at it. “Not the one you’re thinking of either.”
Laughing more as you lean against his warm skin, you had been thinking of that exact reason. Shifting to look up at his face again, taking in his features, the constant short hairs along his chin, the point of his nose, and the shape of his ears and horns. As much as you know his horns are sensitive, you like touching his ears just as much. Finding it funny too how many crosses he wears since they’re supposed to ward off demons.
Hearing him groan, and then you’re yelping, Nicholas moving and you’re suddenly under him feeling his hips pressing hard against you. Catching your mouth in a kiss, his tongue sweeping against your lips, and you part them with a happy hum pressing yours out to meet his. Hands sliding along the plains of his chest and reaching up to give his nipples a twist, making him hiss against you. Breaking apart you smirk up at him “I don’t know like this I’m pretty sure of the reason.” Giving your hips a quick roll and feeling the bulge pressed between the two of you, grinding upwards to feel more of him.
“It’s an added bonus.” Moving his head to nip at the skin of your throat, a trail of kisses along your collarbone before he’s sucking into the skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder, just below the line he knows is hidden by your shirts for work.
Humming as you drag your hands the rest of the way up his chest and along his neck before tangling them into his hair trying to gently pull him away and up to your lips once more. At your insistence Nicholas pops off your neck, grinning at the mess of blue and purple already forming along your skin proud of himself.
“You look so good covered in my marks.” Letting you guide his head using his hair like a set of reins before taking over to catch you in a kiss filled with a fiery passion, almost like a real fire with the way his mouth works against yours and you’re happy to be consumed by him. A flame of desire starting to burn low in your core still grinding up against him, his wide palms sensually sliding down your sides before hooking the elastic of the waistband and dragging them down your thighs. Giving him better access to your steadily dampening underwear, tracing the outside of your pussy with one of his fingers causing you to pull away and moan long and low.
The sound sent a line of fire right to his dick, twitching in the confines of his lounge pants. It wanted somewhere much warmer and wetter to press against instead of the fluffy soft fabric.
Growling, and pulling the elastic band down just enough so his cock and balls were hanging free before going back to playing with your folds through the cotton of your soaked panties. Fuck Wolfwood thoroughly enjoyed just how wet you would get for him, how your entire body would respond to his, and now how your tight pussy would squeeze his cock just right to make sure you got every single drop of his release.
“Wanna fuck, just like this Darlin? Still mostly clothed, I got an idea to make you see stars?” The husky sound of his voice rang in your ears and your clit throbbed almost painfully in response.
“Yea, Nico.” Panting against his lips, licking at the corner of his mouth. “Make a mess of us and the couch.”
That’s all Wolfood needs to hear, taking your loose words as if they’re a command and leaning backward on his knees. Grabbing both of your ankles and lifting your legs so he can grab both with one of his and holding them to the side of his body. Groaning at the sight of your clothed-soaked pussy, grasping his cock and shuddering as it throbs in his palm. Shuffling closer to you using his thumb to push the drenched fabric away to reveal your shiny plump lips to him. He doesn’t bother teasing you, no he wants you wrapped around his cock and spasming around him now lining the tip up and jerking his hips to slam himself home. Your slick channel feels impossibly tight in this position and Wolfwood almost cums on the spot, not that it would matter since tonight he wants to fuck you for several rounds.
Mewing as he breaches you and the burning sensation of his cock as he forces your walls to accept all of him in one thrust. A feeling you’ve come to relish, licking your lips as a warmth in your core spreads helped by the heat of his flesh inside of you. You keep reminding yourself you need to ask him if his cock and seed are that hot because he’s a demon or he’s just always been like that. Wolfwood wastes no time, setting a pace and holding your legs at an angle and to the side ensuring you feel every vein and bump on his thick cock. Like this, he feels bigger and you love the squelch coming from between your legs as he hammers inside of your core.
Every thrust pulls more and more wetness from your walls, clenching around his hot flesh feeling it dribble from your pussy down your ass. Head thrown back enjoying the building pressure inside of your body.
Wolfwood is certainly enjoying the sight, a thick ring of cream forming around his base as he thrusts from tip to balls inside of you feeling when at the apex of his hip movement that spongy part deep in your core. A spot that when you cum massages his tip as if kissing it, that feeling no matter how many times he’s spilled inside of you makes him rock hard again. “Damn Darlin, you look good like that. Such a good girl for this dick aren’t ya.” Slapping his palm to your ass watching and feeling your pussy clamp down on him, the muscles of your stomach twitching from the onslaught to your inner walls. “Ya know no other dick can make you feel the way mine does?”
“Yea, baby.” Your words are almost broken as you try to answer him between your mews hands grasping your own tits, squeezing and kneading them. Another slap to your ass making your body jolt and your insides clench around his dick again.
“Good girl. Because until the day you die, this little cunt is mine, and I’m gonna fill you up. Who knows, maybe I’ll put enough of my seed in you I’ll give you a little version of me.” Hissing as you clamped down like your walls were trying to milk him, raising an eyebrow at how tight you went. “Damn Darlin. Ya getting off on that? Does my summoner have a breeding kink? Cus if that’s the case I’ll bred ya till ya can’t walk.”
“Ah. Nico! Daddy!” That has his eyebrows raising even more, but fuck if you aren’t turned on, you didn’t think you had a breeding kink. Or a Daddy kink for that matter but right now your body is what’s in control.
Pushing more against your body and letting your crossed ankles rest against his shoulder Wolfwood reaches down and starts playing with your clit. “Come on my good girl. Cream all over your daddy’s big demon cock.” Almost as if on his command you do just that, inner walls going blisteringly tight, and Wolfwood lets his own release go, the head of his cock buried as deeply inside your body as he can go.
A cry of his name on your lips as that burning seed of his splashes against your womb, sighing as you start to relax. Humming when one of his warm hands starts to rub across the skin of your lower belly. You know his seed can’t take in your womb, well aware of the reason he needs to keep planting his demonic cum inside of you as part of the deal struck when you summoned him. Doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the thought of it while having sex.
“Daddy eh?” Your first orgasm done, now Wolfwood is teasing you. Cracking an eye open to take in his wicked grin.
“Guess that’s a new kink unlocked.” Licking your lips before smirking at him. “Daddy.”
Feeling a twitch inside your slick walls from his still-hard cock. “Hell yea.” Both of you laughing as round two gets underway.
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Ch. 1
January 19th, 1992
A/N: This mf long. But I hope y'all enjoy ❤️
Leilani's pov
Today is the day of the Vmas. We were opening for Boys || Men, and I was so fucking nervous. After checking on my manager Rome, he's my cousin, to see If everything was good and done. As I was putting on lotion, there was a knock on my door. I already knew who it was, me and my sisters, had to go practice/soundcheck one last time before our performance tonight.
"Hold on, y'all!" I yelled towards the door, but they kept knocking. Which I knew was Mo because don’t nobody do that but her, aggy self.
"I SAID HOLD ON! DAMN!" I yelled, louder this time, and it stopped with her laughing, like that was the funniest shit on the planet. After I finished rubbing the lotion on my legs, I wrapped my bath robe around myself and went to open the door. As I opened the door, Mo mean mugged me as Carrie stared at me blankly like I was wasting they time. Mo jerked her head to the side and smacked her teeth, "Mmcht, move out the way, guh." She said, walking past me. I rolled my eyes, and Riri walked past me, sitting down on my bed.
"Don't be looking at me like that! I know yo ass heard me say I WAS COMING! Dumbass Pickney!" I said, walking into my closet. Mo smacked her lips again, "Yo short ass should have been ready. Yuh a guh tuh mek us fucking late! Damn midget!" She yelled, taking my candy from out my bag. I came from out my closet looking at her crazy, "MI? YUH DA ONE ALWAYS FUCKIN LATE! Ramp wid yuh mammy!" I said, and walked back into the closet to put my clothes on. "WE GOT THE SAME MOM, HOE!" She yelled.
I laughed and slid my bra and shirt on, "No, we don't. Ya adopted." I came out of the closet, put on my jewelry, and started doing my hair. "Mo, shut ya mouth! And, Lei, hurry up so we can go, DAYUM! Gotta fucking parent the both of y'all." She yelled, and walked out the room.
I grabbed my things and walked towards the door. "Ight, let's roll, aggy."
She burst out laughing, "guh, bye! You be the main one getting on someone nerves. Sounding like somebody, Mama." She said as we walked down the steps and towards the kitchen where Riri was.
"I am the mama! You and Riri, the two ain't shit ass daddies that don't pay child support." I said, pointing to our two dogs jumping up and down because I was about to feed them. Riri scrunched her face and walked towards the refrigerator, grabbing water. "Yeah, well, this daddy is paying all the bills in this MF!" She said, drinking the water, leaning on the counter.
I rolled my eyes and went to put the dog food up and walked to the sink to wash my hands. "Excuse, you BITCH! But we all pay bills to live in this MF. Wah di fuck yuh chatting about?" Mo asked, Riri. I grabbed my coat from off the island chair, leaving out the kitchen, "Yeah, well the both of y'all eat us out of house and home, fast metabolism heffas! Bring ya asses!" I yelled, walking out the front door, towards the garage.
I put my stuff in the trunk and got in the back seat, and waited for them. Riri got in the driver's side while Mo in the passenger, "How you gon be the first one to walk out, and not drive?" Riri asked me. I waved her off and looked out the window. She started the car and pulled out the driveway, "probably, because her ass can't reach the peddles." Mo said, laughing.
I chuckled and stucked my middle finger at her, "Tap ya noise!" I said, laughing.
-Time Skip-
Delante's pov
"De, can you come get these niggas, please?" Dale said, walking into my room. We staying in the hotel for the Vmas, we've been nominated.
"What they doing?" I asked, laying my clothes out on the bed.
"Them MFS keep messing with me." He yelled, pointing out the door.
"Like what, Dale? Y'all always doing sum shit!" I said, grabbing my drink, drinking from it.
"I was going to the bathroom, and Jojo hungry hippo ass grabbed me by my neck, while K-ci paper clip body built ass threw a mfing bag over my head and pushed me in the bathroom and closed the bathroom and fucking ran. I know jojo's big ass bout put a dent in the fucking floor." I looked at Dale then at K-ci and Jojo standing in the hallway, and busted out fucking laughing.
"FUCK Y'ALL LAUGHING AT!? AIN'T SHIT FUNNY!" He said, standing up.
"Man y'all get the fuck out of here!" I said, bending over laughing.
"That shit not funny. Y'all niggas swear y'all on Comedy Jam. I could have hit my head or sum shit, and y'all sitting here laughing." He said, walking out the room, "Y'all sum clown ass niggas!" He yelled, from down the hall.
I sat up, trying to control my breathing, holding my stomach, from laughing so hard. "Fuck I do? That was dem niggas." I yelled, finishing the rest of my drink off.
"Man, whatever, forget that soft ass nigga. Always gotta exaggerate shit. We need to get ready any ways." K-ci said.
"Man, Dale, why you got us out here wearing this wack ass shit. Got us niggas looking like Barney." I said, scrunching up my face at how ugly these hoes looked.
"Mmcht, man, come on, they don't look bad. Be a good big bro, please?" He begged me.
"Man, ight. But you owe me for next time. Now y'all get the fuck out so i can get ready!" I said.
We all got ready and met each other downstairs in the lobby. When we arrived at the Vmas, we automatically got bombarded with flashing lights and cameras and fans of different celebrities. We took some group photos and answered a lot of questions about our upcoming album. I mainly just let Dale and k-ci talk because I and I don't do much talking.
We walked inside, and I saw many people I worked with and did music for. Apparently, the same group that got interviewed with us on VideoSoul is opening for Boys || Men. They did so well that their voices were so powerful. The dark skinned one, Leilani, was fine as fuck. She had a pretty ass smile, little waist, big ass and thick thighs. Her sisters were a lighter brown color and were slim thick, they were fine too, but the one in the middle, stood out to me the most.
We sat down in the seats and waited for them to start. I honestly didn't want to be here, we get nominated and never fucking win. I honestly think it's because we push the envelope and never follow rules, but they wanna give it to niggas like Boys || Men. They good but we're better and I stand on that shit. I took a puff of my cigar leaning back into the seat.
The music came on, and the announcer walked across the stage.
"Wassup, y'all, how y'all feeling? This year's MTV VMAs celebrate the biggest music videos and artists. From hot new artists to popular nominated artists, stick around to see who's going to be honored with the Video Vanguard Award." He said.
"But, first, I want y'all to put your hands together for the hottest new group, LMC!" He yelled.
The lights went down, and we heard slow beating music.
"I'm out that B-town, coming, coming down
I'm coming down dripping candy on the ground
B, B-town, town, I'm coming down
Coming down dripping candy on the ground"
Her voice was so alluring.
"I know when you were little girls
You dreamt of being in my world
Don't forget it, don't forget it
Respect that, bow down bitches
I took some time to live my life
But don't think I'm just his little wife
Don't get it twisted, get it twisted
This my shit, bow down bitches"
There she stood, Leilani, at the very top of the rows. And walked down slowly with band members behind her.
"Rolling high, leather and wood
Keep it trill, that's what good
Kiss my momma, show that love
Pop them bottles in that club
I heard your boo was talking lip
I told my crew, to smack that trick
Smack that trick, smack that trick
Guess what they did, smack that trick
Gold everything, gold ass chain
Gold ass rings, gold ass fangs
You can see me stunt when you turn on ya screen
You can see me stunt when you turn on ya screen
I'm bigger than life, my name in the lights
I'm the number one chick, ain't need no hype
The capital L means, I'm 'bout that life
The capital M means, I'm 'bout that life
The capital C means, we 'bout that life"
Dale elbowed me, staring at Monae, rapping coming down another aisle, walking onto the stage with her sisters with the band dancing, playing behind them. The lights quickly went low again, and the song changed. When they came back on, there were dancers in yellow outfits, including Leilani and her sisters. "DAMN SHE LOOKED FINE!" I said to myself.
"DRUNK IN LOVE, WE BE ALL NIGHT! SING IT!" The crowd was jumping, it was hype up in this bitch.
"WE BE ALL NIGHT!"
"SING IT!"
"VMAS! I NEED Y'ALL GET OUT YO MFING SEATS!" they screamed.
"RIDING WITH MY SURFBOARD! SURFBOARD! SURFBOARD! GRINDING ON DAT WOOD! GRINDING, GRINDING ON DAT WOOD! I'M SWERVING ON DAT, S-SWERVING ON DIS BIG BODY, BEEN SERVING ALL THIS SWERVE, SURFING ALL IN THIS GOOD GOOD."
I felt myself cheesing like fuck watching all this happen, it's like I was fucking mesmerized.
"AHHHHHHHHHH YOUUUUUUUUUUU!"
the crowd was swaying from left to right, right along with them. Jumping up and down all kinds of shit. It was popping off up in here.
"I SWAG, I SURF! I SWAG, I SURF! I SWAG, I SURF!"
Leilani got off the stage and in the middle of the rows.
"SURFBOARD, SURFBOARD, GRINDING ON DAT WOOD, GRINDING, GRINDING ON DAT WOOD! I'M SWERVING ON DAT, S-SWERVING ON HIS GOOD GOOD!"
She started dancing in the crowd with the dancers.
"TO THE LEFT, TO THE LEFT! EVERYTHING YOU OWN IN THE BOX TO THE LEFT! SING IT!
TO THE LEFT, TO THE LEFT! EVERYTHING YOU OWN IN THE BOX TO THE LEFT! LOUDER!"
"SAY, IMMA A DIVA!"
And the women in the crowd repeated.
"IMMA A DIVA"
"SAY, IMMA A DIVA! SING IT!"
"IMMA A DIVA! LOUDER!"
"IMMA A DIVA, CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
"IMMA A DIVA!"
"COME ON!"
They broke out in steps and were singing the words over.
"VMAS! PUT YO HANDS IN THE FUCKING AIR!" Carrie yelled.
"AND WE BE ALL NIGHT!"
They said one more time before posing in formation.
Everyone in the crowd was standing and clapping giving them a standing ovation. They gave love to the crowd, then walked backstage.
"Y'ALL, SHOW SOME LOVE FOR, LMC!" The announcer yelled to the crowd. I sat back down and lit my cigar. This just gave more than enough reason to talk to Leilani. I gotta have her.
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Monster
Simon “Ghost” Riley x John “Soap” McTavish
Summary: Soap gets jealous of a dog.
Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff with a tiny bit of angst for taste
A/N: My first attempt at writing COD fanfic. I hope I don’t sound too much like a pleb. Enjoy.
Soap couldn’t ask for anything more. Graves and Hassan were buried six feet under probably comparing war crimes in hell. Alejandro and Rudy got their base back and were hard at work rebuilding it. His greatest achievement, however, was convincing 141 one and only Ghost to go out with him.
Sure he was drunk as hell when he asked him out. He was too terrified of the man to try to do it sober. If anything, Ghost saying yes sobered him up in an instant.
It has been eight months since then. Soap wishes he could say that their relationship was perfect from the beginning, but that would be a lie. It took a lot of work for both of them with all the baggage they carried. It was all worth it in the end though. It was shocking how perfect Ghost was as a boyfriend, especially in bed. Soap was more than surprised to find how much Simon liked to cuddle.
He should’ve known it wouldn’t last. Everything was just too perfect and now the universe had to ruin it.
Standing on the landing dock, Soap impatiently waits for the helicopter to land. Ghost has been gone for two weeks on a mission with Gaz trying to find any information on Markarov. Two weeks since the last time Ghost held him at night. He couldn’t help but get antsy.
Once the blades stop spinning, Gaz stepped out. Spotting Soap he stretches and walks over.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the welcoming party? Did you miss me?” Gaz teases walking over with a shit-eating grin.
“Almost as much as a rash,” Soap rolls his eyes before turning back towards the helicopter, “Where’s Ghost?”
It was Gaz’s turn to roll his eyes, “Relax, I didn’t get your boyfriend killed. He’s just making sure the little lady is comfortable.”
“Who?” Soap asks cocking up his eyebrow confused. Gaz only chuckled and patted his shoulder, “You’ll soon find out.”
Soon enough, Ghost jumps out of the helicopter holding tightly a small bundle close to his chest. In a millisecond hundred of things fired off in Soap’s mind.
What the hell is Ghost holding?
Is it a kid?
No, it’s too early to even bring up having a kid!
Does Ghost even want kids? They never got around to talking about it. How would it even work? Soap wasn’t planning on retiring anytime soon, but then again, if Ghost wanted to...maybe retiring early wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
“Johnny? Are you alright?” Ghost asks quickly snapping Soap out of thoughts.
“Yeah! Of course! How was the mission? What’s in the bundle?” He asks quickly.
Ghost shoots him a concerned glance before shrugging, “We didn’t find anything too useful, except for Riley.”
“Riley?”
Ghost nods and uncovers the bundle in his arms revealing nothing other than a shabby German shepherd pup curled up against his chest, “She kept following me around on the mission. I fed her some of my MREs and she stayed by my side ever since. Smart girl too, the bastards tried to seek up on us but she sniffed them out and warned us. She might not look like much now but after a bath, a trip to the base’s vet, and a couple of months in training I’m sure she’ll be a great military dog.”
“Wait, you’re planning on keeping it?” Soap asks looking down at the dirty dog in his boyfriend’s arm.
Ghost’s eyes darken under the mask as he tightens his grip around the pup, “Problem?”
“N-no. It’s just you know how Price gets with surprises. Does he know about our...newest member?” Soap lies forcing himself to smile.
Simon relaxes and nods, “I already told him once we completed the mission. He told me as long as I take care of all of her needs, she can stay.”
“Oh well, that’s good to hear. Well then, should we go inside? I managed to find a copy of that shitty movie I told you about before you left, we could-”
“Not today, Johnny, first I have to get Riley clean, go buy some dog supplies too. MREs are hardly edible for us, can’t imagine them being edible for a pup. We can watch it another time,” Ghost interrupts only to quickly leave with Riley.
Soap couldn’t believe it. A dog. Out of anything he could’ve brought back, he brought a bloody mutt. Suddenly, the half-a-dog joke Ghost made back at Las Almas echoed in his head. Never in his life could he guess that Ghost would end up as a dog person.
Soap always had a dislike for the mutts. Always covered in mud and slobber, barking non-stop in the middle of the night. Not to mention the number of times he had to run for his life to escape the creature’s jaws from ripping into his neck on the battlefield. Now he doesn’t even have a base to protect him from the little terrors.
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To say that Ghost was happy, was an understatement, he was fucking ecstatic. Is every waking moment was spent with Riley. From walks, feeding her, taking her to vet appointments, and some basic training, Ghost has never been happier.
“Riley, sit! Stay!” Ghost orders holding up a silent hand signal, grinning under his mask as the pup followed his orders perfectly.
“Atta girl,” he praises tossing her a treat before giving her another order.
“You know, if I have known that getting Ghost a dog would stop him from being a gloomy bastard all the time. I would’ve gotten him a dog years ago.” Price chuckles into his coffee mug as he watches Ghost’s training.
“Yeah, it’s a fucking miracle,” Soap grumbles sarcastically staring down at the dark sludge filling his own mug.
Price cocks his eyebrow in interest, “Trouble in paradise sergeant?”
“If you consider my boyfriend’s obsession with that mangy mutt trouble, then yes,” Soap vents glaring over at Riley as she gives Ghost her paw only to glare over at Price when he hears him start to laugh.
“Oh, Christ, you’re serious!? You’ve got to be taking the piss!” Price snickers unable to stifle his laughter.
“I am. I don’t know what Ghost sees in that...monster.”
“Johnny, you can’t possibly be jealous of a puppy.”
“What!? No! It’s not like that!” Soap argues feeling his cheeks start to warm.
“It sure sounds like you are. Ghost doesn’t give all his attention to you for a few days and now you’re throwing a fit, is that it?”
Soap huffs and stomps his feet like a child, “I’m not throwing a fit!”
“Johnny? Is everything okay?” Ghost asks causing Soap to tense up. He almost forgot how silent Ghost’s footsteps could be. Usually, when Ghost appears out of nowhere would end up in a surprise hug or kiss on the cheek but today it was different. Price had a cocky smirk on his face and that damned mutt was sweetly nestled in Ghost’s arms. It made his blood boil.
“Everything is perfect!” he shouts throwing his arms up in the air before turning his heel. Shooting another glare at Riley, he continues, “And stop popping up behind everyone like that! It’s annoying and creepy as hell!” he complains before storming off to his room.
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The next few days, Soap’s mood only worsened. It seemed like Ghost’s puppy obsession has spread over to Gaz who would not stop taking pictures of Riley in her small tactical jacket.
“I’m going to die! She’s so cute!” Gaz squeals as the pup happily wags her tail, adoring the attention. Ghost leans down and pets her head proudly, “In a few months Riley will be able to take down armies. Makarov and Shepherd won’t know what hit them.”
Soap couldn’t help but scoff, “Oh yeah, I’m sure a dog would do lots, up until it gets shot or blown up.”
Both soldiers turn their attention toward Soap. Gaz was fuming at his comment while Ghost just looked surprised that he said it.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you even say that?” Gaz finally shouts.
“What? Just saying. After all, what has two legs and bleeds? Eh, L.T.?” Soap brings up looking at Ghost for an answer.
Regret quickly fills his chest seeing Ghost’s silent stare. To anyone else, it would seem angry but Soap knew better. His stare showed nothing but fear and sadness.
Before he could open his mouth to apologize, Ghost was already gone followed quickly by the all-so-loyal, Riley while Gaz walks up to him.
“I don’t know what’s happening between you two but that was a dick move.” Gaz chastised crossing his arms over his chest.
Soap sighs and frowns, “I know...I know...I’m just...I’m jealous of the damn dog...”
“Seriously? That’s the problem?” Gaz scoffs.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Soap sighs turning away in embarrassment.
“Oh no, I’m not laughing. I’m disappointed. During the whole mission, Ghost kept going on about being excited to show you, Riley. Ghost never talks. Not to me he doesn’t and yet he went on and on about you and Riley. And yet here you are being a selfish twat. Instead of talking to Ghost like a real man, you told him that his dog is going to die. I hope you’re proud,” Gaz huffs before walking away.
“Fuck,” Soap curses as he gets up. He messed up big time. Gaz was right. He didn’t even consider Ghost’s feelings. The thought of talking to him didn’t even cross his mind and now he made a whole mess of things.
Thinking over a way to apologize, Soap makes his way to Ghost’s room. He hesitates for a moment before knocking on the door, “Ghost? Can we talk?”
There was silence for a few seconds followed by shuffling and a click coming from the other side, “Door’s open. Come in.” Ghost calls out.
Taking a deep breath, Soap walks in. It hasn’t been a while since he was in Ghost’s room and yet so much has changed. Dog toys were scattered about, and a large dog bed was placed next to the right side of the bed with Riley peacefully sleeping, and then there were the dog bowls next to the bathroom door. In the center of the room was Ghost, no Simon, sitting silently on his bed avoiding Soap’s eyes.
He still had his gear on but his mask of off showing his grease-covered face. Even after so many months, it was a rarity to see Ghost’s face. Only in the most intimate situations did he decide to take it off and even then, Ghost still had trouble trusting Soap with touching his face. Johnny didn’t mind though, just staring at his gorgeous scared face was enough to make his heart flutter.
Maybe in a better situation, he would jump into his arms and start to kiss those full lips passionately, but for now, he had to focus.
“I umm...we have to talk...” Soap mutters anxiously unsure how to explain himself without sounding like a complete dolt.
“What was it?” Simon suddenly asks. His voice was deep and cold but his hands were trembling.
“W-what?” Soap asks confused glancing down at his boyfriend’s hands. He’s never seen Simon so stressed before. Even on missions, this couldn’t just be because of his stupid comment, could it?
Simon lets out a shaky breath and looks down at his feet, “What did I do for you to finally see me as a monster?” he asks. This time his voice was weak no higher than a whisper but it was loud enough for Soap’s heart to break.
“Simon, you aren’t making sense. What are you talking about?” Soap questions became more confused and worried as the conversation went on.
“I’m talking about you!” Simon snaps looking up at Soap with tearful eyes, “Ever since I came back from the mission you’ve been so distant. Every time I try to talk to you, you’re in a worse mood than before and every time you look at me all I can see is hate and disgust in your eyes...so what did I do, Johnny? P-please tell me,” he begs, dropping his head into his shaky hands.
Suddenly, all the pieces fell into place, and Soap never felt so stupid, “Christ...” he sighs causing Simon to tense.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. I was...I am jealous of the fucking dog.” Soap confesses. He didn't care how stupid he sounded. It was stupid.
Simon stays silent for a few moments before slowly looking back up at Soap with an unreadable look, “Excuse me?”
“Riley,” Soap sighs turning away in shame, “You’ve been spending so much time with her, so I got jealous...I wasn’t glaring at you...I was glaring at her for getting all of your attention.”
Simon’s eyes widen as he processes what he heard before pulling Soap down into a passionate kiss. Johnny yelps in surprise but quickly makes himself comfortable on Simon’s lap as he kisses back.
“Johnny, you’re going to be the death of me. This whole bloody week I thought you were going to leave me only to find out you’re jealous of my dog? I would be angry if it wssn’t so-”
“Stupid?”
“Hilarious,” Simon chuckles before diving in for another heated kiss only pulling away to breathe.
“Well? What now?” John pants glancing over to the sleeping pup.
“I’m not going to give away my dog, McTavish,” Simon chuckles holding onto his waist.
John pouts, “I don’t like sharing.” he whines peppering Simon’s shoulder with light kisses.
“You’ll have to get used to it. She’s staying.” Simon retorts kissing his boyfriend’s temple.
“Couldn’t you have gotten a different kind of pet? Like a fish or a cat? Maybe a snake instead?”
Another chuckle rumbles through Simon’s chest, “Not a dog person, Johnny?”
“Despise the mutts. Back home there was always this bulldog that would bark at me on my way to school. One day it dug under the gate and attacked me. Nearly tore my face off.” Soap confides kissing up his neck.
“Yeah well, the only faces that Riley will rip apart are those who try to hurt you. I’ll make sure of that,” Simon reassures running his hands under Soap’s shirt and enjoying the heat redating off of his body.
“As if I need two guard dogs,” Soap scoffs in response leaning down to give Ghost another tender kiss.
“Oh? Who’s the other dog?” Simon hums into the kiss.
“Isn’t it obvious? It’s you L.T.”
#cod mw2#soap x ghost#simon ghost riley#johnny soap mactavish#cod mw fanfiction#kyle gaz garrick#john price#two idiots in love#riley the dog#fluff
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hi hi, so from that fic where Lou gets Debs a collar, could you do something where the crew is over and someone finds the collar just lying about, and everyone thinks they got a dog but then realise its for Deb 🙈 bonus for "over it" Tams reaction. <3
“Why am I always the last to know?”
“What’re you last to know about?” Constance asked. She was currently laying upside down with her legs thrown over the back of the couch, trying and failing to catch cheese balls in her mouth that Nine was purposely chucking towards her forehead instead.
“Just…I don’t know. Things!” Amita grumbled. “Lou and Deb’s engagement. When Rose and Daph started dating. That time you actually used your Metro card instead of jumping the turnstile!”
“You’re not the last to know,”
Tammy rolled her eyes. “This group just assumes that once one of us knows we all know.”
“Alright,” Amita nodded, slapping something down on the coffee table. A simple black dog collar with gold trim. “Well then, since when did we all know that they have a dog?”
“A dog?” Constance shot up. “Where is it? Can I walk it? Dude. Can we teach it tricks?”
“Who has a dog?” Rose asked sleepily.
“Lou and Debbie,” Amita exhaled. “That’s what I’m saying.”
“They don’t have a dog,” Tammy rolled her eyes. “Have you seen a dog?”
“That’s my point!” Amita flung herself on the couch. “But. Wait. Nobody’s seen it?”
“Nope,” Nine shook her head, finally eating a cheese puff herself. “No dog far as I know.”
“Would Lou even like a dog?” Rose pondered aloud.
“Lou is a dog,” Tammy provided unhelpfully.
“Oh Deb is def a cat!” Constance piped up.
“So would a cat who’s marrying a dog want another dog?” Rose asked.
“I don’t like this conversation,” Amita hmphed. “But nobody knew? Swear?”
“Nobody knew, Mita,” Tammy promised her. “But I feel like we’d have to know, right? I mean one of us would have seen it. Or heard it. It’s a whole dog. They’re not quiet. And they can’t hide it forever without feeding and bathing and walking it. Maybe they’re planning on getting a dog?”
“If Deb was planning anything, even just picking some shit, there’s be plans everywhere. Come on. You know this by now,” Nine pointed out.
The door swung open, rattling against the wall before it was thrown shut again.
“What did I miss?” Daphne asked, propping her sunglasses on her head.
“Lou and Debbie got a dog.”
“Today?” Daphne asked, making a sour face at the cheese ball container that Nine held out to her.
“No. They just have one,” Amita exhaled. “And none of us knew.”
“That’s impossible,” Daphne declared. “There’s eight people in and out of this loft. One of us would have heard or seen it. And thanks to Debbie’s stupid loft contract addendum thanks to Constance’s secret lizard, they would have to tell us about a dog. And. We’d have to vote on it. Majority loft rules. No dog.”
“No dog?” Amita checked. “So then why in the world would they—“
“Check the inside,” Daphne smirked deviously as Tammy let out a strangled choking sound before tucking her head inside her lap.
“Property of Lou Miller?” Amita read. “That’s not really helpful. You need like the owner name yeah but also the address and the phone number in case the dog gets out.”
“Again. There’s no dog,” Daphne grinned.
“DEBORAH ELISE OCEAN!” Tammy screeched.
There were a few giggles and curses from upstairs and then the sound of things being knocked around.
“Find something?” Debbie called down before snorting and breaking into a fit of giggles.
“Oh my god,” Amita spoke, looking nauseous. “It’s a collar. It’s a sex collar. It’s some bdsm shit. You two are our parents damnit.”
“Come explain yourself!” Tammy screeched. “And hide your sex shit better.”
“You read the collar,” Debbie yelled back. “It’s not mine. The collar belongs to Lou and therefore I—“
“LOUISE ANNETTE MILLER, I SWEAR TO GOD—“ Tammy screeched, marching towards the stairs in a rage as Amita sent the collar sailing after her.
#queue#lou miller#lou x debbie#oceans 8#debbie ocean#debbie x lou#oceans eight#blackacre13#loubbie#heist wives#heist girlfriends#lou miller x debbie ocean#debbie ocean x lou miller#Lou and debbie#debbie and Lou#Lou x Deb#Deb x lou#Lou and deb#Deb and Lou#ocean’s eight#ocean’s 8 fanfic#ocean’s 8 fanfiction#ocean’s 8#o8 fanfic#o8 fanfiction#ocean’s eight fanfiction#ocean’s eight fanfic#Amita#Daphne kluger#rose weil
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Oh buddy do I need to vent.
TLDR: I am underpaid and have tasks assigned to me that are not my responsibility and my boss is a shady ass bitch
I am a dog bather so my job is to wash, dry, and prep dogs for grooming. At the salon I work for groomers will usually bathe their first dog and then I take over after that.
1. I found out that this one groomer who had these bernadoodles (Saint Benard and poodle, dense coat, apx 100lbs) Caramel and Lola come in every two weeks. The groomer always puts them on the bath board for the bathers to do but she is the one who is supposed to bathe them. The dogs take up to an hour to fully bring them to standard
2. My boss constantly overbooks. He has booked dogs that are severely aggressive to where it makes bathing and grooming impossible. It is not safe for the dog or for us to be put in those situations. Today we had 2 bathers and 35 dogs. There is never enough bathers to equate to the amount of appoinents
3. The reason why there are no bathers because he pushes all the bathers to become groomers at a school which he is an administrative assistant so makes more money. (May also be opening another salon location when this location is already fucked)
4. Today I spent an hour cleaning and disinfecting because a dog pissed and pooped everywhere and no one bothered to help me. Only one person even said thank you. MY BOSS SAW ME SCRUBBING THE FLOORS and decided that was a great time to crack some jokes on how the poop was everywhere.
5. The average pay in my area is $15/h but I am only at $12/h. The job is so physically and emotionally demanding I have fallen behind on my college classes and may need to go back to physical therapy. Groomers always want to bitch and have the bathers clean muzzles, clean eye gunk and poop butts, express glands, full blow out, brush through tangles, remove undercoat. I do all this for them but they never do jack shit when it comes to helping the bathers
I love dogs so much and it breaks my heart how much the environment and the systems at this job has made me dread going to work. I'm ready to say pay me more or my ass is gone.
#tw#trigger warning#submissions#fuck customers#cashier problems#happy ending#fuck co-workers#fuck retail#embarrassing#server problems#call center problems#fuck coworkers#fuck managers#retail justice#retail law#tw:
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