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a/n: continuation to this, but you don't necessarily have to read it first! all you need to know is reader got shot protecting maeve, and both survived. spencer has been in love with her the entire time.
“Have you called Maeve?”
She asks it on a beautiful, rainy day, about five weeks after the event in question. She’s a little too nonchalant about the whole thing, has been from the start- Spencer’s been correcting for that. He’s been treating her like something fragile, a beautiful glass figure that was almost shattered. This is something he knows irritates her, but how can he not?
He tries not to think of it, but the memory of her in a hospital bed, bandages over her abdomen, the wooziness of giving her blood. He can’t help his caution, now. People assume, quite often that Spencer was unaware of the fact he’s in love with his best friend. Like it was something he didn’t know, didn’t have to live with.
Spencer can be oblivious about a lot of things, but being in love with the person he’s shared a desk with for 4 years is not among them.
“No,” he replies, looking up at her as she sits down, handing him the cup of tea she made him. They’re at his apartment. She’s been cleared for desk work, but Spencer had been nervous about the whole thing. They’ve fallen into a rhythm of her going to his apartment after work, and for how determined he is to tell her how he feels, he’s not really able to pluck up the courage.
“Spence,” she sighs, “You have to call her.”
“I did! When it happened, I called her. We talked. We just don’t talk anymore.”
She furrows her brow in an adorable way, and Spencer’s heart threatens to fall out of his chest. He’s been playing a game of she loves me, she loves me not in his mind for the. Past few weeks.
Took a bullet to see me happy. She loves me.
She stirs her ceramic spoon, the clink of it against the mug fills the silence. She bites her lip, clearly disappointed with his response.
Wants me to call my not but kind-of ex. She loves me not.
She’s wearing this blue floral dress, and he is trying not to stare at where the fabric has ridden up, kissing the skin above her knee. She’s got lipstick on, and he tries not to read into how she’s sitting so close to him. Except he is kind of reading into it.
Before she got hurt, he had tried to shove this feeling down- tried to ignore the swoop of his stomach when she walked by, or when she gave him a compliment, or when she let him do a card trick for her. He tried to shove down how much he fucking hated it the one time she had a date pick her up at the office.
She’s just easy to be in love with. She writes little smiley faces on post-it notes and leaves them on his desk, and when the whole Emily thing had gone down, she’d spent weeks taking care of him through her own grief.
She’s sitting on his couch. Five weeks ago, she was half-dead in a hospital bed, and now she is on his couch, in a beautiful dress after returning from the job they both share.
He does not want to call Maeve.
The comfortable silence turns tense as the episode of Doctor Who plays in the background, and he’s still a little gunshy- she’s breathing, she’s okay. He feels creepy, but he lets his eyes close for a moment so he can hear the sound of her breath, to know it’s still there.
“Spencer,” she says, after she pauses the show, and he turns fully to face her, “I am okay.” She grabs his hand, and he takes a couple of seconds to process the touch as she places it over her own wrist. ‘I am fine. They fixed me up. You are allowed to stop worrying.”
Her tone is even, but intentional. She’s giving him permission, as if his presence is some guilt-driven notion that’s stopping him from getting what he really wants. It’s true, though, that he doesn’t always believe she’s okay. Notices how she’ll wince when she bends a certain way, and the scar by her eyebrow is healing well, but he still searches for it in her face.
He savors the feeling of the soft skin of her wrist under his touch, running his fingers over the junction of her hand and wrist with delicate affection. How she hasn’t figured out he’s in love with her is anyone’s guess.
He wonders what it would feel like to kiss her there.
“I know I can call her,” he manages to say back, meeting her warm gaze in a maybe too honestly in love glance, “I’m where I want to be.”
“Before I got hurt, you picked out an outfit, you asked for advice on dating, Spencer. You did that. I just-“ she sighs, moving her hand from his grasp and pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration, “The piece of you that wanted that is obviously still there. You don’t have to spend a Friday night with me in your apartment because you feel guilty that I got shot.”
“You’re not here because I’m guilty-“
“Then why-“
“You’re in my apartment right now because I am in love with you, and if you’re out of my sight for more than twelve hours than it’s like I forget that you’re still alive. That you didn’t get yourself killed before I ever got the chance to actually tell you.”
He’s not yelling. Well, he’s kind of yelling. Talking loudly, anyway. Her eyes widened and he’s hyperaware of how close she already was, is. She smells like lilies and her, and it’s all so present. She could have died. She might have never heard it.
She’s heard it now, he supposes. All the weeks of agonizing, notebooks he’s managed to fill in the last few weeks trying to figure out a way to say it to her that could charm her into loving him back- all gone. He’s told her, now.
All the cards are in her hands.
Her doe eyes almost sparkle at him, her head tipped to the side in a fond, loving gesture, and he wants to kiss her, wants to feel her faded-lipstick pout against his mouth. He wants his I love you to turn into I can have this.
“Spence,” her voice is a trembling, insecure thing. One half of his mind wants to rage at him- there’s no way she’s going to tell him she loves him back, that someone like her could ever want someone like him. But the other half, one that seems dangerously like hope- she took a bullet for him. She didn’t even think twice. “You’re in love with me?”
It’s like it’s not even him who replies. Some bitter thing takes over his voice and speaks for him.
“How could I not be? It’s you.”
It’s then he notices, that oh, she’s tearing up.
A beat passes, and Spencer sucks in a deep breath before rambling an absurd amount.
“You don’t have to- We can still be friends, obviously, you know that. But we can, I just- I needed to tell you because when you were in that hospital bed and you’d never heard me say it, I just couldn’t live with you never knowing. But now you do, and you don’t feel the same, and that’s okay-“
He doesn’t get to keep talking, because she grabs him by the collar of his shirt and kisses him. She’s warm and beautiful and her hair brushes up against his cheek and there’s something in him that takes over when he moves to cradle her head between his hands, both desperate to keep her in his grasp and savor the moments he gets to hold her. She tastes like cherry chapstick and something completely undefinable.
When she pulls away after a moment that feels entirely too short, heavy lidded eyes meeting his in affection, and Spencer thinks he’d like to do that for the rest of his life.
“I love you too,” she says back, and he commits it to memory, the sound of her so-sweet voice wrapping around the words he’s fantasized about hearing since the first time she smiled at his joke about philosophy. “I’ve loved you a really, really long time, Spence. I just thought I lost my chance, you know with- with everything. I never really thought I had one.”
He can’t even speak, really. He doesn’t think he can wrap his head around the fact that she felt like he wouldn’t like her back.
It doesn’t feel like a concern, now, when he leans in to kiss her again. She smiles into him, and Spencer memorizes the feel of her waist encircled in his arms, when he realizes that this is the heart he is able to hold without limits.
She loves me too, he thinks. She is safe, she is okay, and she loves me back.
On the following Monday, when Morgan sees the two of them with linked hands before Hotch gets to the office, he doesn’t say anything.
He does hand Emily 20 dollars, though.
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pm dazai and pm chuuya who constantly fight each other for readers attention... but then someone hurts reader and all of a sudden they work together so seamlessly to kill the mf who dared to touch you (≧▽≦)
ⵌ YOU'RE QUITE THE SAME IF LOVE'S THE GAIN
SENDER Reader (Fem)
RECIPITENT PM!Dazai Osamu + PM!Chuuya Nakahara (BSD)
CONTENTS jealousy, reader+chuuya+dazai are 16/17, reader is an heiress, hostage situation, fluff n cute!! (implied) torture, worried chuuya
NOTE This wasn't the department you specialised in. You wanted to manage finances, and while Mori was more than happy to grant you the role - Dazai would nag for you to join him and Chuuya on missions that didn't concern you in the slightest. There's only so much patience one can have.
COMPANY Tangled Up
A/N THI S WA S RLL Y C UT E !! sorr y this one was l ate ;//; i hav e a scho o l trip tmrw ^^// maybe i'l l t ry sm ut nex t ... i have a l ot of good re qs i ho pe i ca n ge t throu gh the m a ll ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱
Missions with Dazai and Chuuya always resulted in a thrilling adventure. There was never a time you'd look back on a mission you'd had with both and say to yourself, 'that was a bummer.'
You weren't supposed to work alongside them. Within the Port Mafia, Dazai and Chuuya were always to be assigned missions that were too dangerous for someone ordinary.
And, you? Well.
You possessed no ability. Your purpose in the Port Mafia was your background - your status.
Heiress to your father's wealth in your homeland of France, your parents were part of a certain elite group that made you a walking target should you venture without protection.
That is why you were always thrown as the bait.
With all respects to Dazai, that is, who introduced to Mori the idea of having you be the helpless, dumb damsel skipping merrily into danger.
You weren't happy about this arrangement and that was made clear by your sulking.
" Oh, look at me, I am an unattended woman. "
You sluggishly wandered around the dark halls of the abandoned facility, your voice just barely loud enough for the walls to echo your sarcastic jokes.
" This is serioouuuss! " The earpiece cleverly hidden in your ear crackled into life, you knew the voice belonged to Dazai. " Been chasing this guy for ages now, I think he's got some sort of phasing ability. He might appear outta no where, but Chuuya's trailing behind you, so don't worry. "
As if it could ease your nerves, it only made you regret agreeing to this further. " Great. I'm comforted. " You replied in a snarky manner.
You were dressed in lavish clothing that not even your pompous, arrogant mother would ever think of wearing. You seemed to have a distaste for reminders of the generational wealth you possess and opt to distance yourself from a 'royal' life. It proved impossible when it was the only thing that allowed you to maintain a job in the Port Mafia.
The gloomy and cold atmosphere left you hugging yourself for warmth as you traversed through complicated corridors. Although your earpiece was not connected to Chuuya's, you worried that you were walking off-course and/or Chuuya knew where you are meant to go, but could not blow his cover to correct your stupid mistakes.
Chuuya did a pretty good job at staying hidden. You could not hear a thing other than the clacking of your heels against metal flooring. " Ohh.. I'm so scared. " You pitched your voice higher, this being your best shot at luring out whoever it is the PM were after. You weren't taking this seriously, that was clear to both Dazai and Chuuya.
This wasn't the first mission you three were together, there were a few others that you'd two go through but this was the first time you were thrown a seal to a shark.
Dazai was elsewhere in the building, you weren't sure where and he gave no information when asked. With the affirmation Chuuya had your back, you knew that there was nothing to fear.
You would have appreciated some communication on his end though. You figured it must be his unnatural shyness towards you that made it hard for him to be too forward.
You easily noticed how his behaviour would change around you. And with Dazai around? Oh, boy.
Even if you could be a little air-headed sometimes, you weren't dumb to the hints in front of you.
From the day you were rescued from captivity - a story for another day - Chuuya stood out. You find it funny how he'd be unable to face you for more than a minute before looking away hurriedly. It sprung your new-found hobby of teasing Chuuya whenever you could. Of course Dazai picked up on it pretty soon after too and Chuuya has not known peace since. You couldn't help it! You weren't to blame! You giggled to yourself reminding yourself of Chuuya's little crush, fingers intertwined behind your back loosely, your back straightening from its previous hunched-over stance.
Feeling sudden confidence surge through your veins with the recollection of memories with Chuuya, you were just about to turn on your heel to address the gravity manipulator until a hand grabbed you from behind - before you had the chance to see who it was, you felt cold metal press against your temple that made you freeze up.
In front of you, Chuuya had finally revealed himself, but he too was stood as still as stone.
" Kill me 'n the girl goes too. "
They have never let it get THIS bad. Not ever have you ever even been in the hold or this close to an enemy, and here you were at gunpoint, something that was not planned.
You didn't dare break eye contact from Chuuya. This might just be your final moment. With great trust in Chuuya and Dazai's ability, you weren't sure how they'd proceed with this.
Chuuya might end up being the last thing you see. The look of fear on his face too didn't ease your nerves. They were not in the position to bargain. And funnily enough, you blamed yourself for this.
" Fine, yeah. Let her go. " Chuuya stood up from his mid-offensive position and dropped whatever weapon he had. A gun and a small knife for close-combat, he raised his arms above his head to firmly show his surrender. The hand that was previously on your lower hip raised to roughly cover your mouth, a gloved palm shoving itself in your face and that broke you down immediately. Fear took over and your knees went weak with pure fright, yet the man behind you had his fingers digging into the flesh of your cheek with such a harsh grab that it kept you standing up-right, the barrel of the gun pressing in deeper to your skull, sure to leave indents - that is if you weren't just shot dead. Then an indent would be the less of your worries.
With your back pressed against the chest of the stranger, you could feel the vibration of his confident voice as he spoke loudly, " Don't take me for a fool, Nakahara. You could easily use that ability of yours. " And that was true. You actually forgot about Chuuya's ability. Your mind was too foggy at the moment.
It was the first time you saw Chuuya Nakahara look uncertain in whether this mission would end well or not. He smiled insecurely as he let out a gruff exhale, " Wouldn't do that if I wanted her to live, yeah? Now let her go. "
Even if he kept grinning, you could see how the sweat dripped from his face even through your own teary eyes. With the palm pressing over your mouth and nose, it was difficult to breathe and steady your heart that was already beating fast enough as it is.
" Hmm.. " The gun was lowered slowly, caressing down your cheek and to your chest before being positioned at the pit of your stomach, " But do I really wanna? "
You began to squeal in protest, unable to accept your helplessness but it seemed someone else did your job of retaliation for you.
In the blink of an eye, the man holding you captive fell backwards and consequentially dragged you down with him but ended up tripping you up a bit further. You fell with your head banging on the hard floor, your captors hand slipping from your mouth and allowing you to briefly gasp for air. The clattering of a gun was heard somewhere yet you were too dazed to properly do anything at this point.
The last thing you remember was the feeling of being raised from your underarms and distant shouting.
" -as if she'd be able to do-"
" No, you shut up! You could've done something easily. "
" It was your idea to use her as a fuckin' pawn, don't twist this. "
" Uhh! I'm sowwy~! I thought Chuuya Naka-fucking-hara had some balls to intercept~! "
" Zip it! She's waking up! "
Groggily, you stared at the two of them, sitting opposite each-other on the end of your bed. Judging by the bright white, you were most likely in the infirmary.
Chuuya was the first to lean in, he must have not noticed his hand coming to rest over yours which were folded nearly over your stomach. He had hope in his eyes, contrasting with the emotion you last remember them in. " Y/N? " He called out to you, taking a glimpse at the steady heart monitor.
Testing your voice, you let out a low hum before croaking out a meek, " Heya. "
Dazai was the first to break a laugh at your first words. His and Chuuya's eyes were soft.
" Don't look cute, I'm pissed at you both. " You huffed, turning your head to the side, avoiding them both.
Chuuya held your hand a little tighter, he understood if you decided to be unhappy with him. " Sorry, Y/N. I really fucked that up. Shit, I just didn't know what to do. " He explained himself with such compassion you were urged to look at him again. " I guess I discovered seein' you like that. Uh. In trouble and stuff, makes me seize up badly. "
From the corner of your eye you saw Dazai huff before standing up, but Chuuya held onto your attention as he continued speaking tenderly to you, " I thought that this loser would have planned a set-up and knew that was gonna happen but. It took too long. I realised last second he didn't plan shit. "
" Hey! Don't be so rude, Chuuya~ Besides, if it weren't for me, precious princess would've been shot. " You saw Dazai reach into his back pocket for something you couldn't quite recognise yet.
" Oh, that was you, Dazai? " You asked, alluding to the sudden drop during the action. " Yuup~ And y'know what the best part is? "
You quirked a brow and stole a shared glance from Chuuya. Dazai was unexpectable.
" Since me and Chuuya are so nice.. "
So Chuuya was in on this too?
Dazai paused his sentence and hummed in a baby-ish voice. " Kill me and the girl goes too! " He mocked, earning him an earnest giggle from you. " That wasn't funny, Dazai! I was scared! " You retorted, but still couldn't wipe that smile off of your face.
" Sorry, sorry. But, like he wanted, he's not dead. "
Dazai held the object he had pulled out in front of him. Bloodied priars.
" Technically death caused by unattended injuries is not 'killing him' on MY end, isn't that right, Chuuya? "
Chuuya nod his head before you.
They have that man locked in a fucking basement.
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Propaganda
Elizabeth Taylor (Cleopatra, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof)—iconic actress with purple eyes and a double row of eyelashes, the real ebony dementia ravenway of old hollywood. known for her stunning tastes when it comes to jewelry and her incredible, incredible advocacy during the AIDS crisis.
Clara Bow (Wings, It)—The original It Girl (literally), Clara was the epitome of a flapper film star. She was obviously a looker, but it was her acting that won over hearts. Watch the movie It (no clowns) to get a sense of her charms. And while she's most known for her silents, (including Wings, the winner of the first ever Best Picture Academy award) she did make some talkies! Contrary to popular belief, sound films didn't ruin her career; she reportedly just hated the process of making them. She had a really interesting background and it's a shame she's not as well remembered as others of her time.
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Elizabeth Taylor:
I've been trying to steer clear of the absurdly-big names, but damnit, those violet eyes got me. The *talent*, the *presence*, the string of marriages and (temporally out-of-bounds) work in combating AIDS and pioneering in the concept of the celebrity fragrance line.
Not only did she have gorgeous violet eyes and lashes for days and one of the hottest voices ever, she was also a big supporter of the gay community
Child actress turned starlet, Liz dominated films as one of the greatest screen legends of classic hollywood. If your protagonist has violet eyes, they're imitating hers.
A Legend. She was serving milf rage in Whos Afraid Of Virginia Woolf. A Star in every sense of the word.
She was renowned for the beauty of her eyes; they were a dark blue but could look violet in certain lighting, something that photographers would actually touch up to look even more so in pictures. But even more striking was a genetic mutation that gave her a double row of eyelashes. She was also famed for her string of husbands -- 8 marriages to 7 men. Two-time hubby Richard Burton once said she was “a wildly exciting love-mistress… beautiful beyond the dreams of pornography.”
Her EYES. Early and loud support for gay rights and AIDS victims. Married a bunch of hot dudes, Burton twice!
just look at her. she's gorgeous. there's a video somewhere of her applying her eyeliner in the mirror and I think about it all the time
THE Hollywood actress of all time. Not only was she known for her long dark locks and blue-violet eyes, she also had one of the wildest life stories ever….. She’s Carrie Fisher’s stepmother because her father Eddie Fisher cheated on Debbie Reynolds with Liz. She was knighted as a dame of England. She was married to seven different men, one of them twice. She was also very kindhearted and did a lot of charity activism.
Asides from being an iconic actor, she did a lot of philanthropy and co founded the American Foundation for AIDS research. She’s sometimes considered one of the last great stars of old hollywood
Clara Bow:
The original it girl! Flapper icon! She's sooo fun and charming and confident, it just shines through any film or picture you see of her.
I love love love her genderbendy boy style and her cute twinkly performances!! watch wings i s2g she absolutely brings it
She has gorgeous doe eyes, how can you not love her?
She's literally THE It Girl. Like actually, she's the term's namesake. She was an extremely prolific silent film actress with a reputation for wild behavior who defined the 20s flapper era. Her boyish frame, androgynous style, and red curly hair were widely emulated.
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I've seen so much discourse about Bucktommy and especially Tommy and it is so wild. I just want to write down some of my thoughts over all of it because that tends to help me to stop thinking about it.
"Oh, how can anyone just abandon Buddie for Bucktommy?"
Has anyone really abandoned Buddie, though? Or are they just for the moment very excited about a new and so very carefully portrait queer story line? Just because some people talk more (or for the moment only) about Bucktommy, doesn't mean they don't like Buddie anymore. They just have something shiny and most importantly canon to fawn over for the moment.
Also, I'd like to give that question back: Why aren't you all excited for a carefully and softly portrait new queer storyline about a character a huge part of the fandom—including the actor himself—hoped for years would get a queer story line?
And it's a pretty unique queer story. Of course, we had Michael figuring out his sexualtiy and growing comfortable in it right at the beginning of the series. But there are some huge differences between Michael's story and Buck's story.
For one, we ended up in the middle of that story. Michael had already done a huge part of the work of getting to know himself. He was ready to live as a gay man. And second, nothing of what we saw until season 3 was from Michael's point of view. It was all from Athena's point of view.
So it was a "coming-out late in life" story line, sure. But it was a queer storyline from a straight perspective. And in some instances, from a very hurt perspective about it all (which are, of course, very valid emotions for Athena, May, and Harry, but it still gave the queer side of the story line a certain taint). And they did that beautifully, too, no doubt. I especially liked that the family didn't break over it, that they grew with that experience, and that Michael and Athena became great friends over the years.
But now we also have a "coming-out late in life" story line from the queer perspective! 9-1-1 is pretty much the only series I'm following right now, so I have no idea if we had something similar recently. But from all the talk I've seen, it's pretty damn unique, especially for a male bi character. So, of course a lot of people are super excited about it. Because it's honest and good representation that the writers and the actors are handling with a lot of care.
"Oh, if it were a female love interest, you'd all hate her again!"
First of all, go back read that paragraph about many people being excited about getting a queer story line again! I think that's about 40% of the answer for everyone wondering about it.
And then, of course, Tommy has now already more depth and character and background than we ever saw about Ali or Natalia. And despite some people claiming he didn't have any kind of redemption arc, he truly had a lot more of a redemption arc than Taylor ever got even if only glimpses of it were ever shown on screen. (Maybe I'll get into my thoughts about that in another post.) Not gonna talk about Abby, because I think most of the dislike for her came long after that relationship was over after she ghosted Buck (and after Eddie had shown up).
One huge difference between every love interest of Buck or Eddie we have seen in the past to Tommy is also, that Tommy gets along really well with Eddie. We've already seen a friendship develop there. That never happened with any of the women either Eddie or Buck dated before. We saw that one dinner Buck and Taylor had with Eddie and Chris, but it was very clear it was the first time, and that was over half a year into Buck and Taylor dating, probably more like nine months.
If you wear slash googles around Buck and Eddie or not, their deep friendship is undeniable. It's very much canon that they both have a hand in raising Chris. Any love interest coming in has to deal with that, and has to somehow fit into that friendship. Tommy is the very first love interest in canon we have ever been shown to have that potential at all.
I'm personally part of the fandom that thinks that Buck and Eddie have great potential in a romantic way, BUT that they are first and foremost soulmates, no matter if platonic or romantic. And at least the Bucktommy fics I've read so far have all acknowledge the friendship of buck and Eddie and Chris' role in Buck's life. With Tommy being very accepting and supportive of it. (Though, I admit I’m very careful in my selection process.)
"Oh, Bucktommy is only a steppingstone for Buddie anyway! Don't get so invested in it!"
Who are you tell anyone what they should get invested in? I also think, with the excitement right now, even if Bucktommy break up, the ship itself will live on in fandom.
And also, didn't any of you learn out of the cheating story line they settled Hen and Karen with?
There is barely any content for Henren*. And I've been looking! Most stories they are tagged in don't really focus on their relationship. And those who do focus on their relationship get barely any attention. And you know why that is? Because a lot of people can't or don't want to deal with the cheating. (I deal with it by trying to ignore it or seeking out content where it's fixed!) Do you all really want to have a second queer story line that centers around cheating?
And even if none of you care for Henren (which... I know many don't *shrugs sadly*), have you all already forgotten the real pain over Buck kissing Lucy and then not fessing up to Taylor about it right away? (Once again, I deal by either ignoring it or seeking out content that fixes that bullshit.)
I'm honestly pretty disgusted by all the speculation about 7x06 that has anything to do with Buck and Eddie cheating on Tommy and Marisol during the bachelor party. And even more so about all the fics one can find about that, or that use Tommy as a device for Buck and Eddie realizing they are in love. (Honestly, even filtering out the other relationship tag while looking for stories in one relationship tag doesn't prevent one from stumbling over those stories right now, no matter if one is currently looking for Buck/Tommy or Buck/Eddie stories. It's so fucking annoying. I've turned to only reading old Buddie fics for the moment.)
Aside from the whole cheating of it all, why do any of you think the next episode will focus on anyone else but Maddie and Chim?
"Bucktommy is so racist! But really, no surprise in this fandom!"
What's no surprise is that "racist" is once more used as a buzzword in this fandom. To the point that BiPOC fans of Bucktommy are being told they are racist for the ship they like. (Nothing new about that in this fandom either.) Honestly, half the arguments about why the ship is oh so racist either make my head hurt while I try to follow the many, many, many mental loops people are making to get there, or they just make me laugh outright.
Do some of you really believe it when you say "Buck got together with a White man instead of his Latino best friend, so of course that's racist!"??? I'm just... Are you okay? Do you maybe need something warm to drink, a snack, and a nice place somewhere in the sun far away from the internet to just enjoy nature for a little while?
As I said, I'll probably make another post about Tommy's redemption arc over the whole "He is an unrepentant racist and misogynist". That redemption arc exists and has been baked in since season 2 (even if some of people clearly lack the media literacy to see it). Though, other people already put together great meta posts about this. But maybe if there are enough of it, some people will for once acutally read and start to think instead of continuing to spew their hate.
*PS: If anyone has good Henren contant, especially fanfiction, feel free to drop me a DM. I'm always looking!
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I’ve seen a lot of people talking about how the exorcists look like demons, and while I do understand where the complaint is coming from I also wanted to talk about how them looking like that kind of supports the narrative.
I’m going to start this off by staying this is from a perspective looking at the narrative presented to us in the Hellaverse, not any specific religion because 1) I am an atheist who doesn’t have the knowledge or background for making any calls on that and 2) the canon hasn’t confirmed this adheres to a specific belief system. There’s Adam and Eve and Hell and Heaven and yes, but this show arguably works as a parody of all of that.
Now that that’s established, I want to bring up one of the main points in the show: the idea that those in Heaven and Hell aren’t that different. In Helluva we’re shown the experiences of hell-born, and we even see cherubs later on who seem to fulfill the parallel role of them in Heaven (with the IMP vs CHERUB fight.) We also know that Lucifer was an angel in this canon. So some of the characters with the most authority in those domains are from the same stock.
The main difference seems to be punishment. Lucifer was punished for his actions and was given those who were deemed “Sinners.” The Hell born seem to be just natives living there and many seem to be products of their environment. So while Sinners may be “bad” and Winners “good”, all those born in Heaven or Hell have no reason for being there.
Whether exorcists are brought to heaven or made there, there is still that view of superiority. The way Lute talks makes it clear she’d be willing to kill the hellborn if she could, despite them not having done anything to be there like the Sinners. It’s similar to how some people born into high economic status view those born into lower. It’s just luck of the draw but now you have access to different opportunities and that influences the way you view others. Those born in Heaven probably look at those born in Hell and argue that if hellborn aren’t bad, then why does Hell suck? Ignoring the fact that Hell is established for the purpose of containing Sinners, who often end up being more powerful that the majority of hellborn.
Even some of the Sinners likely fall into that issue where people who gave to endure harsher environments may have to resort to more extreme measures to get by, and then punishment for it just causes them to need to do even more because their conditions worsened. As seen with the rate of people who keep returning to prison. With Hell some may have fallen down this path (think of Angel, who was born into a crime family, it’s likely a lot easier to fall into drug addiction then when you have access and more things you’d like to forget, but drug addiction can be a slippery slope and the other stuff he needed to do to survive basically condemned him.) Obviously not all Sinners fall into this category and are just monstrous pieces of shit, but they likely isn’t the case for everyone.
Then, once you get to Hell it’s essentially a larger prison, except you aren’t separated and are given powers, causing some of the more malicious individuals to rise up and acquire power, making it even more of a nightmare for everyone else. This continues that cycle of having to do certain things to survive. Similar to have in jail that fear of getting hurt by some violent people make you align yourself with slightly less violent people. Except now in Hell there’s that added issue: there’s no escape.
(Also, Hell is a prison but you STILL have to pay rent and work to survive, so you really get the added stress of both worlds.)
Anyway, this whole cycle causes a similar effect to the growing class disparity we see in many countries. Those on top (Heaven) continue to have power while those lower have to deal with most of the burden. Reinforcing that belief in exorcists that Heaven is “good” and Hell is “bad” because they are unable to see the full picture. They just see it as “they blew their shot” without thinking of why that may be or considering the people who didn’t even have a choice being there— like how some people blame others in poverty for being that way because “they are lazy.” That’s not even remotely the full picture. But because certain things come easy for you it’s hard to understand why it can’t come easy for others.
Exorcists are then given the excuse and opportunity to kill others, people who they believe are lesser than them. And some take genuine joy out of it, yet they continue to see themselves as the “good guys” because that’s what they are and the others “deserve it.” And this shows how when some people are given the opportunity and reason to be assholes they’ll take it- millionaires don’t HAVE to exploit their employees, but they view it as being to their benefit and helping the bottom line.
So now, both exorcists and those in hell have reason and excuse to be violent, albeit for very different reasons. Yet because of this exorcists are still “good” and those in hell are “bad.” And this is largely because of the lack of consequences for their actions. Heaven reinforces their behavior, before episode 8 there was no push back from Hell, so they could continue to use their reasoning as an excuse to kill others.
They’re blind and don’t see it though. They only see the world from one perspective, which is ironic given the exorcist mask is missing an eye. They can put masks on and hurt others and then take them off without dealing with the consequences. They “go down” to the level of the very people they despise and then write it all off, because they have the comfort of taking their masks off at the end. Of having a choice.
It’s also interesting how their masks don’t resemble sinners but Hellborn. Which almost reminds me of mocking another’s culture while actively hurting them. They may not be able to physically hurt hellborn, but they’re still viewed through the same lens as Sinners. They’re still “bad.” So exorcists can don caricatures of their appearances, go around “pretending” to be them by committing violent acts, and when they’re done they can take it off. As I’m writing this I’m now thinking about how in the past black-face has been used to reinforce racist stereotypes, making racist caricatures.
This also camouflage in a way, maybe they were previously asked to “fit in” before things got all crazy, and when told to look for “demon disguises” they all fall back onto the stereotype and dressed up like that.
The usage of exorcists wearing demon-looking masks could be them both “playing bad” while also clearly showing the fact that at the core people aren’t so different. For as much as they hate those in hell, they’re just as likely to fall into the same traps and patterns as them.
Having written this all now, I wanted to bring up Vaggie. Vaggie who took her exorcist mask off to show sympathy for someone only to be punished and marked with an “X” that mirrors her mask. Vaggie who previously was part of the “elite”, where she could forgo consequences until she couldn’t for not following them and was cast out, being permanently marked. Vaggie, who was previously allowed given the gift to “play bad” due to being in Heaven, but when she was cast out “playing bad” wasn’t an option anymore. Taking off her mask can’t get rid of mistakes anymore, and now she has to display them for the world to see.
I don’t know if the “X” was intentional on her part or irony, but if she did choose it it could also be her recognizing her role in the system. Her realizing she can’t go back and using the “X” to remind her of what she’s done. Because she doesn’t have the luxury of pretending she’s a good person anymore— she doesn’t want to forget.
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skz bingo; #7, she/her pronouns, with chan?? maybe some sort of bookstore meet cute where reader can't reach a certain book that's on a shelf just out of her reach, but chan is a little taller than her so he manages to crowd against her back and grab the book for her?? 👀 I don't mind either sfw or nsfw, whichever feels like it fits the fic best!
my dear, I couldn’t make chan taller for fear of excluding the tall girlies ;w; but I think I still worked it in well. and I hope you like hyunlix, because they’re in the background fulfilling my bookkeeper/florist couple fantasies. I also split the difference between n/sfw with extraflirty!chan, enjoyyy 🫶🏻
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Felix has been flirting with Hyunjin for over ten minutes, which is only a problem for you because he is sitting on the only ladder in the entire bookstore. The shop owner sits on the middle rungs as the florist leans against the wall and dramatically tells him about his morning. Felix clutches the bundle of white and yellow daffodils Hyunjin brought for him to his chest with a dreamy smile.
Residing on one of the upper shelves, out of your reach, is a new romance novel that you came to purchase. You steal a glance at Hyunjin and Felix, then continue glaring at your target. Now, it was not just the minor inconvenience souring your mood, but the envy of seeing the two men together. You felt incredibly unlucky in comparison to the perfect couple chatting away in the corner. You were tired of reading about romance, and more than ready to find it for yourself.
The tips of your fingers just brush the spine of one of the copies as you try again, and you sigh in defeat. Climbing the shelf would be entirely too hazardous, although you are getting desperate enough at this point to try it. You had been waiting for this book for months. But, as miserable as you were, you refused to interrupt Felix and Hyunjin.
“Hey there,” You look over your shoulder to face the man that speaks to you, “You, uh, look like you could use a little help?”
“I’ve got it.”
The speed in which you turn away is criminal. The stranger is incredibly handsome, and you would be damned if you let the cutest man to ever walk into this bookstore see the smut you were trying to pull off the shelf. He clears his throat gently and you peek over your shoulder at him.
“Hm, are you sure? I’ve got to grab something up there anyway.”
“O-Okay. I-If you wouldn’t mind…”
You are about to move when the man drops a stepstool behind you and springs onto it with ease. He braces one hand over your shoulder and leans in, his chest brushing against your back as he grabs the books. Your breath catches as he hops down again, and you will yourself to breathe as you turn around. You inhale sharply as he does not hand the book over to you, but flips through it instead. He then reads that lovely little page of content warnings- mainly kinks- listed by the author at the beginning of the book.
Your face burns as he hums and casually places it in your hand.
“Here’s your book.”
“It’s not mine,” You blurt quickly.
“Oh? Did you want a different one?”
You clutch it to your chest.
“N-No! I-I’m buying it… for my friend. I don’t read this stuff.”
“Oh, I see,” There is a troublesome little glint in his eye, “That’s a shame. That author is quite popular. Maybe you should give it a try?”
You squirm under his playful gaze. You wish you could just melt into the bookcase to escape this conversation.
“No.”
“No? Why not?”
“It’s not… realistic…”
His eyebrows quirk but he looks satisfied with your answer. Felix interrupts the tense moment as he begins leaving the bookstore with Hyunjin.
“Hey, Chan, I’m taking my break now. You got an eye on the cash?”
“Yeah, mate, you’re good. I’ll see ya in a bit.”
Hyunjin gives you an excited wave, which you return shyly, as Felix adds:
“Oh, y/n, I put a book aside for you. It’s behind the counter. Chan, her name is on it.”
“Alright.”
“Thank you,” You murmur.
The doorbell chimes as the door falls shut behind them, and you are left alone with Chan. He kicks up the stepstool and catches it one hand.
“Well, y/n,” He coos in his lovely accent, “I’ll be at the cash if you need anything. Give me a shout if you have any questions, yeah?”
“Y-Yeah, sure.”
He winks and walks behind the counter, settling in and opening the book he pulled from the shelf. You stall for a bit, then steel your nerves and approach the checkout. Chan sets his book aside and smiles as you set yours on the counter. He finds the book Felix set aside for you, and it is the exact same book you pulled from the shelf.
The road to Hell is truly paved with good intentions.
Chan pauses then coyly asks, “I guess you don’t want two of these, hm?”
You puff your cheeks.
“No.”
He chuckles and begins ringing up your purchase.
“Okay, I won’t tease you anymore. You don’t have to be embarrassed, you know?”
“I’m not embarrassed.”
He side-eyes you playfully.
“Alright. Are you paying with cash or card?”
“Cash.”
You quickly pull the bill from your pocket and hand it to Chan. You are both quiet as he makes your change then hands it back to you. You count it then furrow your brow gently.
“Something wrong?”
“Um, it seems… You gave me extra.”
He checks the receipt then looks at your hand as you hold it out to him.
“No, it’s right.”
“You gave me a discount?”
You drop the change in your pocket and accept the book and receipt as he hands them to you.
“Of course. Pretty girls shouldn’t have to pay full price.”
You fluster.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to tease me anymore?”
He rests his chin in his hand and leans his elbows on the counter with a smirk.
“That wasn’t teasing. That was flirting.”
You clutch the book to your chest and duck your blushing face.
“Well…”
He giggles and the charming sound startles you to look up again.
“Sorry. I’ll stop.”
“I-It’s okay.”
“Hm?”
“Uh, you don’t have to stop.”
Chan smiles warmly.
“Only if you like it.”
“I, um, I do.”
“Okay then. Well, I hope your friend likes the book.”
“It’s almost worse when you pretend you don’t know…”
“Well, for the record, I believed you a little bit.”
“Sure.”
“I did,” He purrs, “And I would agree with you. I tried to read those books but they weren’t really my thing.”
“You did?”
“Mhm, like you said: it wasn’t realistic. If you’d like an example of something more realistic though, I’d be happy to show you.”
You roll your eyes as a grin breaks out on his face. Although he delivered the line with confidence, his whole face is flushed like yours.
“I’ll keep that in mind…”
Chan winks as you walk away.
“Have a good day!”
You rush out of the bookstore and pause outside as you notice something sticking out of the book you just purchased. You flip it open to see a scrap of paper with a phone number written on it. You look through the window of the bookstore to see Chan, giving you a fluttery wave as you piece it all together. You huff and cover your face as you stomp away, but you cannot suppress your charmed smile.
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of paper planes and wildflowers; 02
ft. ominis gaunt with f!reader (series)
chapter warnings: nsfw, semi-public sex, almost getting caught, cunnilingus, fingering, implied squirting, accidental creampie, not proofread, unedited
chapter summary: scandalous rumors, secret rendezvous, and unsanctioned duels within the castle grounds? oh no, what a mess.
word count: 3.6k
a/n: this was way behind schedule. regardless, enjoy the food i guess.
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Eversince the start of your 5th year, Hogwarts has been buzzing with many stories and rumors compared to the previous years. These tales range from being painfully mundane to being the most outlandish story to have ever graced anyone’s gossip-hungry ears. The star of this year’s show, however, is the mysterious 5th year who had just started their schooling this year: almost getting murdered by a dragon or getting targeted by dark wizards isn’t normal for a student, after all. Whilst you also had your fair share of secrets, you’ve always kept it well under-wraps and as far away as possible from the gossip mongers of the school.
But this time, the filthiest secret you’ve ever had so far has left your reputation hanging by a dainty little thread, ready to snap the moment you step a toe out of line.
“Have you heard about this odd activity that happened within the library recently?”
Your ears perked up as you overheard Cressida Blume mention one of the cursed places that has been haunting your mind for the last month. You leaned slightly closer, attempting to drown out the violin quartet playing in the background.
“No, I haven’t. But I heard that the portraits there have been talking about it every now and then,” Lenora Everleigh replied to her. “What about it?”
“They’ve been talking about hearing certain activities relating to.... Wait, let me whisper it to you instead. It’s rather... Explicit.”
Cressida leaned to Lenora’s ear, whispering the remaining details while Lenora’s eyes widened more and more by the second.
“Merlin! That’s absolutely scandalous!” Lenora gasped in obvious disapproval.
You were snapped out of your eavesdropping when Natsai’s fingers gave a loud snap right in front of your face. You turned towards her who was giving you a confused look.
“Goodness. It’s not like you to listen to rumors,” she pointed out as she sat beside you. “Must’ve been a huge one to get your attention.”
“I didn’t hear much to be honest. Something about the library?” you asked, flipping through your Charms textbook once again.
“I heard about that one recently,” Garreth chipped in. “Something about some students engaging in some late-night mischief a few weeks ago I think? Not really sure when.”
“Didn’t expect you to be quite a gossip yourself, Garreth!” Natsai laughed.
"Now, now. It's just something I've heard floating about in the common room. The Fat Lady has her way of getting good gossip every now and then," Garreth reasoned, opening a box of every-flavored beans for the three of you to share.
“But that’s kind of normal though, isn’t it? Sallow sneaks into the restricted section a lot, you know,” you said, casually popping a flavored bean into your mouth.
“Ah, but that’s the thing. It’s not Sebastian who is involved. It’s two students doing y'know? That,” Garreth explained cryptically, patting his thigh multiple times in hopes that the both of you got the hint. You choked on the flavored bean, erupting in a mild coughing fit.
“Wait, don’t tell me it’s what I think it is?” Natsai gasped, putting two and two together. Garreth leaned closer while you and Natsai mirrored his actions.
“The portraits did say that they didn’t manage to see their faces. But it was clear that the two were both doing something quite raunchy near the Transfiguration Section,” Garreth muttered to both you and Natsai.
“Goodness, what on earth were they thinking?!” Natsai whispered in utter disbelief while you felt a small bead of cold sweat trickle down your temple.
“There’s also another rumor going around about hearing unusual noises from the broom closets every now and then. Others are speculating it’s another one of those couples but I think it’s just Peeves pulling on the caretaker’s leg,” Garreth continued. You paled slightly, recalling your recent activities.
“I sure hope so. What a mess!” Natsai agreed.
“I agree,” you piped in, snapping out of your thoughts. “What a mess.”
“Oh Merlin, please fucking end me right now,” you bemoaned inwardly.
Ominis surprisingly did keep his end of the bargain - it was only the actions that the two of you had done that the portraits of the library knew of, but not a single soul has connected that incident to the both of you. Thanks to his cooperation, everything was back to how it normally was - for the most part, that is. You were still pressured with your OWLs, tagging along into random agendas either with Garreth or Natsai, having your own dangerous silly adventures outside the school grounds, along with a new (and unfortunate) addition to the list: snogging Ominis Gaunt in secret.
It was not your proudest moment, but it is what it is.
Somewhere deep down, you were most certainly aware that your last words to Ominis on that night would eventually be nulled - it’s just that you hadn’t expected to cave in that easily to him. Every time he pulls you into a random broom closet or in any corner away from prying eyes, your resolve just ends up melting and you give into his whims without a second thought. The both of you never got caught thanks to his impeccable timings, but luck doesn’t stay in one place for long and you feared the dire consequences of it all.
Everything about him was against your own morals and upbringing - he was a pureblood, directly related to Salazar Slytherin himself, and his family members are known to be dark wizards and witches. Meanwhile, both of your parents are muggleborns, with your mother being adopted into a well-off family of half-bloods. Your family members were either members of the Wizengamot or they were Aurors - anything or anyone that could be linked to the Dark Arts was absolutely not tolerated.
Unbeknownst to you, however, Ominis was also in a similar state of confusion as you were. The young Gaunt prided himself as a well-mannered gentleman with solid principles as opposed to his other blood relatives, yet eversince he had a taste of the forbidden fruit he never thought he’d even acquire in any way, he couldn’t stop yearning to consume more of it. Nevermind the purity of your blood or whatever his impressions were on you: he was more concerned with the fact that the both of you were engaging in activities that only married couples would do.
The both of you weren’t in love. Hell, you weren’t even friends with him.
So who were you to him exactly?
Merlin forbid, as much as he didn’t really like you, he wouldn’t go as far as branding you as something derogatory and unsavory. If he ever did, he was most likely too consumed in the throes of passion.
In the past month of your ongoing secret rendezvous with the misty-eyed male, the both of you have never done anything as intense as that fateful night aside from the passionate kisses. After all, it was a lot more difficult to partake in taboo while you were in the right state of mind, but the both of you end up partially succumbing to the sweet temptation every single time. You sighed, rubbing your temples in frustration.
This has to stop, and you’ll end it all today.
As you were tidying your books and parchment up after Charms class, a familiar paper crane circled around your head before landing on your desk. You grabbed the paper immediately and headed to the back of the classroom, unfolding it secretly.
Clocktower. 3pm.
You flicked your wand at the piece of paper, disintegrating it into tiny dust-like particles.
Ominis has been at the clocktower courtyard for the last hour. It was one of the least rowdy places within Hogwarts unless Lucan Brattleby was organizing another unsanctioned duelling activity amongst his fellow students. According to Sebastian, however, there won’t be another Crossed Wands tournament anytime soon due to many of the secret duelling club’s members being more preoccupied with their academic-related activities.
To put it simply, this place was most likely where you and him could have a decent conversation - presently, that is. Ominis would rather not disclose his actual hideout to someone he considers as a stranger after all: it was his own sanctuary that only certain people in his already small circle are given privy to, and he intends to keep it that way. The young Gaunt has been giving his current predicament a lot of thought, and in that moment, he has arrived to a sound conclusion.
With the rumors of your mistake with him circulating around in hushed whispers, it was rather obvious what the best solution was to address this problem. After all, Sebastian’s dubious escapades with Skylar Evans, the new 5th year, was already a huge problem on its own. Another source of trouble would be too much for poor Ominis to handle.
“Oh, you’re here early.”
Ah, speak of the devil.
You approached Ominis, who was leaning against the metal railings with his arms crossed. An uncomfortably awkward silence looms over the both of you.
“Listen. I-
“We need to-”
Silence.
You took a deep breath.
“We should stop this,” you breathed out, breaking the stillness of the situation. Ominis nodded and hummed in agreement, listening intently as you poured out your repressed emotions regarding the matter.
“I can’t risk anyone finding out about this. People are already talking about the things we did and we’re on thin ice! My parents would kill me if they found out, so it’s better if we just-”
Ominis’ eyebrows furrowed.
“Shh!”
You gaped at him, scoffing in disbelief at his display of blatant disrespect.
“Did you just--” you were cut off again by Ominis, who shushed you more aggressively. Much to your horror, distinct chatter from multiple students were suddenly getting closer and closer to the wooden door leading to the connecting bridge. In a moment of panic, Ominis grabbed your wrist. He slammed the nearby storage door open and closed it shut once the both of you were out of sight. The both of you stood still in a corner behind several neatly stacked crates that was almost the height of the door. Both your frames are concealed rather well - that is, if anyone else doesn’t bother to enter and scour the room.
“Oi, Leander! Help me out with the training dummies, will you?!” Lucan Brattleby shouted as more and more students poured into the clocktower courtyard.
You felt your cheeks grow red with frustration and embarrassment.
“Really, Gaunt?! We could’ve just walked off!” you hissed angrily.
“And risk letting others find out while you run your mouth?!” he hissed back just as harshly in obvious vexation.
“That doesn’t mean you had to drag me into a storage room!”
“Quiet down, will you?! You’ll get us caught!”
“No, you shut up! I can’t believe this!”
Your hushed bickering with Ominis was stopped abruptly when a particularly loud clatter near the door caused you to squeak in response. You clung onto Ominis’ robes while he instinctively placed both his hands on your waist. Both of your breaths are labored, laced with the evident fear of getting caught. You jolted as you heard the sounds of metal clanging harshly against stone from the other side of the door. Ominis pressed his lips into a firm line, suppressing both his chuckle and a teasing smirk from surfacing on his normally calm demeanor.
As much as he hated to admit it, you were rather adorable when you weren’t so uptight and composed.
“Would you look at that? Didn’t expect you to be all jumpy about this,” he sneered, causing you to seethingly glare at him.
“Oh, shush! This is all your fault!” you fumed. Deep down, however, you were growing ever so flustered with how close Ominis was.
“Really, now? You seem to be rather comfy in my presence, though,” Ominis scoffed, tapping his fingers on your waist. “I’d say you’re enjoying yourself.”
Before you could push the insufferable male off you, he quickly flipped you over: your back was now against the wall, and his hand was cushioning your head from hitting the hard stone surface while the other remained on your waist. You glared at him half-heartedly.
“Gaunt, I swear. If you-”
He captures your lips with his. You froze on the spot with wide eyes. You felt your rage slowly dissipating as he moved his lips against yours, ensnaring you once again within the warmth of his physical affection.
“You talk too much,” he breathed against your lips before diving back into the kiss. You whimpered as he presses his body closer to yours while you gently rake your nails against his back.
And just like that, you fell hook, line, and sinker right into his trap once again.
To say that the both of you missed each other's touch was a complete understatement - soft whimpers and pants erupted from your now bitten red lips as Ominis utterly devoured you with sinful vigor. You partook in the addictive taste of his tongue, entangling it with your own as he reached for the clasps of your cloak, deftly undoing it.
His veined, slender hands reached for your delicate neck, giving it a teasing little squeeze before drifting to your necktie. You felt the fabric loosen as he pulled the knot gently, and the hand that was once cushioning the back of your head was now at the small of your back. Instinctively, you wrapped one of your legs around his waist, earning an appreciative groan from the lithe-framed male. He rolled his hips against your heated core while you pushed your body closer to his as he broke the kiss off. You stared at his moon-like eyes, puffs of hot breath fanning across each other's lips. He rested his forehead against yours before gently leaning in for another kiss.
Gone were your reservations as Ominis began to unbutton your blouse impatiently, pulling the coverings of your chest down to reveal your supple mounds. You whined softly as you felt his wet appendage flick against your stiff peaks while you ran your fingers through his scalp. Ominis moaned against your skin, taking in your sweet, heady scent as he continued to pleasure you with his skilled tongue.
Featherlight touches trailed down from your heaving chest all the way to your cloth-covered legs, heading right into your inner thigh. Nimble fingers maneuvered itself onto your concealed center, rubbing languid circles. Ominis’ breath hitched as he felt your juices seep through the woolen fabric of your tights. The clear fluid coated the tips of his digits instantly.
A gasp bubbled from your lips when Ominis knelt in front of you, his face dangerously close to your groin. Your eyes widened as you felt your quivering legs being spread further apart. He had wedged himself in between them, scrunching the front of your skirt up as he lightly inhaled the addictive scent of your arousal. His mouth closed onto the wet patch, licking the seeping fluid off the fabric while his thumb traced the seams of your crotch.
Riiiiip!
You let out a squeak as you felt the cool air touch your now exposed, soaked-through knickers. He moved the fabric to the side, while you quivered as you felt your essence dribble from your hole.
“Oh fuuuck...” he breathed against your core, taking in the sweet, musky scent of your exposed pussy. You bit your lip, groaning as you felt his tongue sneak right through your folds. Ominis threw one of your legs over his shoulder while you muffled your mewls of pleasure with your palm. The faint, raunchy sounds of squelches, groans, labored breaths and occasional hums of approval from the male kneeling before you sent your mind into a pleasure-filled haze.
“Oh...! F-fuck yes! Please...!” you whimpered deliriously, grinding your heated center against his face. He suckled on your sensitive little pearl while tracing the outer rim of your hole with two slender fingers. You gasped as he inserted both digits all at once, instantly setting a mind-melting pace while circling his tongue around your clit. Tremors racked through your limbs deliciously and blood rushed right into your head as you kept receiving waves upon waves of pleasure.
Ominis groaned at the sudden violent tug on his head, yet he persisted with his pace. You felt an oh so familiar burning sensation crawling up from the tip of your toes, creeping up higher and higher as you approach your release.
“P-please..! Don’t stop! O-oh! Yesyesyes…!”
Your hushed pleas nearly turned into loud cries as he plunged another finger within your weeping hole, still maintaining the same brutal, toe-curling speed. Euphoria surged through your veins, prompting you to cover your mouth as you let out a muffled moan. Ominis groaned as he felt your walls convulse against his digits. A gush of warm, scentless liquid sprayed out from your poor trembling pussy.
The aftershocks of your mind-blowing orgasm had rendered you almost boneless. Ominis’ mind totally blanked out after fully realizing what had just transpired.
A growl rumbled from his chest as he stood up, claiming your lips for a brief moment while squeezing your neck gently. His hand reached for his trousers, undoing the clothing article and slipping them off halfway. You eagerly palmed his painfully erect shaft though his underwear - a sense of cocky pride bubbled within your chest when you brushed against a wet patch on the fabric. Ominis pressed you against the wall, hooking your leg up on his arm while the other freed his swollen member from its confines.
You purred in delight as you felt the blunt tip rub itself along your slit before plunging in completely within a single thrust. Wind was knocked out of your lungs, your eyes prickling with pleasured tears. Ominis nuzzled your neck as he bucked his hips against yours, slowly plowing his member deep within your pussy. His cock twitched against your gummy walls as he rolls his hips languidly, relishing the sensation of your drenched, velvety core.
His thrusts this time around was deliciously slow and deep - it was as if he was savoring you. Your walls were in a complete frenzy: fluttering around his shaft at every thrust and clamping whenever it brushes against your sensitive spot. You gasped dizzily, feeling open-mouthed kisses land itself onto the burning skin of your neck. Ominis had left a trail of blooming love marks all over your neck and chest - a telltale sign that his inhibitions were completely non-existent at this point.
“Mine,” he rasped, suckling on your clavicle. His words caused a pleasant tingle shoot within your core, causing it to constrict in response. Soft, light-headed giggles spilled from your lips.
You fucking loved the sound of that - being his, and his alone.
Ominis hissed, feeling a familiar bubble forming deep within his groin. The smooth tip repeatedly nudged against your sweet spot within, and your mouth gasped soundlessly as his thrusts became more erratic and harsh.
“F-fuck! I’m close...!” you whined breathlessly, feeling your thighs quiver involuntarily as you approach another high. Ominis’ lips latched itself on yours to muffle your increasingly loud whimpers.
Meanwhile, Lucan Brattleby quirked an eyebrow as he heard shuffling and unknown faint noises coming from the door behind him. The curly-haired boy was bemused - he didn’t recall anyone entering the storage room while the duelling club was doing its usual activities. He knocked on the wooden surface.
“Hello? Is anyone in there?”
You were snapped out of your drunken state, your eyes now completely wide open. Ominis paid no mind however - in fact, the situation seemed to have flipped a switch deep inside him. He smirked against your lips, thrusting deeper and harder into your core. You pleadingly sobbed, attempting to push the male off you who then pushed his weight on you in retaliation.
The door then swings open, causing Ominis to bury his cock as deep as he could. Your eyes rolled back with tears running down your cheeks as your body succumbed to the filthily shameless pleasure. Your walls constricted and convulsed around his throbbing member, and you felt hot spurts of his seed spill within you. The both of you stood still with bated breath.
Lucan frowned, his eyes scanning across the now deathly quiet room.
“Huh. Must’ve been my imagination,” he muttered, closing the door.
You hurriedly barged into your room, making a beeline for your bed. Rummaging through the built-in underbed drawer, you pulled out a small phial containing a rose-hued potion. You quickly chugged the liquid down, and hid the empty bottle back into the drawer.
Sighing exasperatedly, you gathered a fresh set of clothes, toiletries, and a towel before making your way to the bathroom for a well-deserved shower.
You shivered as the cold water hit your still heated bare skin, but your mind was still fixated on your little encounter with Ominis. The way he was both gentle yet domineering drove your still hazed-out little head into a state of confusion. You bit your lip, gazing down at the purplish marks that littered your chest. You were sure there were more on your neck too.
"That damned Gaunt..." you cursed half-heartedly as you felt blood rush towards your cheeks.
You recalled the little details of the alabaster-skinned male: his opal eyes, supple skin, the beauty marks on his face, his toned yet elegant frame, deft fingers, kissable lips, irresistible scent...
Ba-thump... Ba-thump...
“No. Absolutely not,” you firmly told yourself, letting the cold water cleanse you from your filth. You let out a faint shuddering moan as you felt a thick warm liquid dribble down your legs. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as the milky globs of his essence made its way down the drain.
Thank Merlin for emergency contraceptive potions.
< chapter 1: liquid luck? or liquid fuck. 🔞
chapter 3: the wingman with wings >
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If you don't mind me asking? Can you elaborate more on the problematic aspect of Mumrik please?
Don't take too much of my word for it because this isn't very researched and this is more of a stream of consciousness than anything but fanon "Mumriks" (Joxter and Snufkin), as I've seen here and there, fall dangerously close to antisemitic caricatures and Romani stereotypes.
For one thing, Joxter and Snufkin's personalities being equated leads to a mash of their negative traits, and their negative traits being laziness, deceitfulness, uncleanliness and tendency for thievery/utter disregard for the law to the point of amorality or indecency applied to both with either "natural explanations" (saying that's just an Inherent Part Of Their Species) or dubious motivations is deeply entrenched in stereotypes of the Roma throughout Europe.
The fandom tends to mystify Joxter and Snufkin alot on very shaky ground, with forebodings (gut feelings) that are treated as a magic litmus test for things to come or having a connection with ghosts or using divination like tarot which is based on either throwaway lines or background details that don't particularly affect the plot yet the fandom treats as one of their major traits that get used in plots alot. Romani people get stereotyped with that sort of mysticism alot, especially in association with the Fortune Telling business and to a lesser extent Mediumship and general superstition. I could also chalk this up to the mystic cat stereotype, particularly in association with witches and the like.
Joxter gets (or at least got, a while back) casted as the malevolent counterpart to Snufkin for the sake of Daddy Issues Angst, and that combined with people's dissatisfaction with Joxter and Snufkin's more human designs gave way to very impish or even monsterous depictions of Joxter (and sometimes Snufkin), which we can make parallels to antisemitic caricatures of Jewish people; sharp teeth, pointy ears, strange eyes, predominant nose, hind legs, tails, claws, generally untrustworthy vibes all around. Unclean and tattered, not to be trusted by others in any proximity; good for nothing thieves and tricksters.
People like to make "Mumriks" this massively marginalized group, afterall the two fellas we know are like... Hrm. But Joxter's lifestyle is hopelessly conflated with Snufkin's... Darn. People try to draw lines where they think they are but in doing so, it trying to replicate Tove's style of "some behaviors being inherent to a species" (which one can debunk with some critical thought and literacy) they accidentally create these stereotypes, they don't draw clear distinctions between Joxter and Snufkin even though Snufkin's mother is a Mymble, they don't consider how weird it would be within the context of our culture or even the context of these characters, yet somehow...
But this is just my thoughts as they currently are, I have thought about it alot but I do need to be on the lookout for more examples and do more proper digging. Again, I'm not accusing anyone of bigotry and purposefully baking them into characters who are clearly their darling faves, I'm just saying that there are certain things one must keep in mind when it comes to characterization and headcanons, or else one could accidentally recreate malicious bigotry without any malice.
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Could you possibly write headcanons for mutual pining or crushing w/ gwen? I love your writing sm :]
emptied closet.
「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, i love mutual pining, girl help!! i accidently made it a little sad!!!!! situationship fr 」
「 gn!reader, romantic relationship <3 」
↳ ft. gwen stacy
author's note: sorry 4 taking FOREVERRR but,,, anon the way that i RAN to this ask. (/▽＼) LITERALLY LOGGED RIGHT IN THE MINUTE THE NOTIF POPPED UP... I LOVE WRITING FOR GWEN. I LOVE MUTUAL PINING!!!!! more than established relationships but letz not unpack that here /ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\ TRUST U CAME TO THE RIGHT PERSON.
▸ ouugh boy... it's a slow burn for sure. gwen is a little too careful with her feelings with you. it's not a secret to anyone that you two like each other,, but the fact that you've both been beating around the bush for so long leaves both of you with doubts
▸ frankly, it's a mess on both ends. a very sweet, cute, and innocent mess of emotions and anxieties that spiral into simply never talking about it any deeper. for a while you're both okay with this arrangement– being gwen's best friend, and her being yours.
so what if your feelings were decidedly not very platonic? not acting on it didn't mean a thing if the two of you were comfortable.
▸ comfort being used very loosely here. she couldn't suppress the fluttering in her chest when you looked into her eyes– too close for any semblance of comfort.
maybe you'd look a little too close, noticing the rosy hue in her cheeks, or the lovelorn gaze she held whenever she saw you. gwen knew she was supposed to be cool about this arrangement.
she was supposed to be okay with the sweetness that was just played off as friendliness, the flirtatious comments that were just the two of you being playful– she was supposed to be okay with it being just a puppy love. that's what you seemed to mutually agree on after all, right? some things can go unspoken. gwen had gotten good at reading between the lines with you. you both liked each other, that was certain– she just liked you a little more than you had bargained for.
▸ or, so she had thought. turns out, love can make even the most observant people very very stupid.
"red's a nice colour on you." she had mentioned once. suddenly, you found yourself reaching for clothing and accessories of the same colour.
"i think you'd like this song." she'd say, casually handing an earbud to you so the two of you could listen. a few days after, you'd catch yourself humming the melody absentmindedly while going about your day.
"damn, this is comfy–" she remarked, wearing a hoodie you had lent to her for your impromptu sleepover. and you just... gave it to her. the minute she put it on, it was no longer yours. chronic clothes stealer gwen,, ur closet? nah. not anymore.
how she didn't recognize your little signals as quiet ways of expressing how much she meant to you was beyond you.
▸ not like you were in the clear either. gwen wasn't sure how many times she had tried keyword being tried to signal she wanted just a little more than being close friends. you two were both particularly talented in quiet "i love you"s.
now why were you so surprised when neither of you could hear them properly?
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this was a familiar situation for the both of you. she was over for another sleepover, seated on your couch and buried in blankets and pillows, the third movie of the night playing on the tv. neither of you were watching at this point– but the background noise and light in the dark and quiet room helped, especially considering you were on the brink of unconsciousness.
you and gwen reached a lull in your conversation. you could barely remember what you were talking about in the first place. it didn't matter anymore.
she says your name, causing you to wake up just a bit as you glance over at her– and she pauses, hesitating to say something.
"hm?" you tilt your head at her slightly, trying to prompt her to speak again.
she thinks she's smooth playing it off, glancing back over at the tv screen and making a random comment about the movie. it's nothing particularly insightful– more of a way to fill the silence.
"...the animation's really good in this one."
you know she hadn't been paying attention to it this entire time. you know she's been waiting to say something else. she always seems to have something on her mind. sometimes, you get tired of waiting.
but she smiles at you, nervously– waiting for a response.
the words that come out of your lips are a half-hearted attempt at sounding alive.
"it's late." she tells you, glancing at the clock on the wall. 12 am.
you only shrug. "i've been up longer."
"i know. i'm usually on call with you when that happens anyways." gwen comments, recalling far too many late nights with you over the phone. not like she actually means to complain about them. "you give me all your bad habits."
the words are meant to be lighthearted and playful, but for a moment, they hold much more weight than intended.
'like the habit of never wanting to say it first?' you think of retorting. but even half asleep, you can't seem to confront her. your better judgement tells you it's not the time.
so instead, you play along, trying to joke around. "yeah. like i give you all my clothes. equilibrium and all that."
and the way she buys it, laughing as she gently smacks your arm, telling you to shut up– it's almost enough to make your smile real.
you both decide to call it a night and get ready for bed. it's long overdue. as she pushes the blankets and pillows off of her, standing up and extending an arm to you to help you up– she catches you looking at her a beat too long.
and there's that fluttering in her chest again. your silent observation of her makes her face start heating up, as she begins to fidget with the strings of her hoodie and–
"that's mine, isn't it?" your eyes are fixed on the hoodie she's wearing, all too familiar, even in the dimly lit living room.
"was."
gwen gives you a cheeky grin before grabbing your wrist and gently tugging you onto your feet. "c'mon. let's go."
as you trail her, you can't help but wonder when one of you is finally going to speak up. how much more red you can wear? how many songs can you get stuck in your head? how many hoodies you can give? how much longer until she finally decides to say something? you head is swarmed with these thoughts.
gwen notices your silence– worried by it– and looks over at you.
"are you okay?" she asks, the concern in her voice the sweetest thing to your ears. and for a minute, you decide that maybe a little more of this back and forth wouldn't hurt.
"...tired."
you'll just unpack it another day. for now, a half-hearted excuse would do. it always does.
one day, one of you would have to be brave enough. but for now, the comfort in stalling was okay. it all just made sense. you, gwen, admiring from afar– and your dwindling closet.
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Random thoughts...
I was watching the clip of Jungkook listening to Jimin's song and I find it curious and I'm sure everyone does too, that he didn't mention that he participated in the song. From what I saw on Twitter, many karmy concluded that he was watching/listening to the performance that Jimin gave us during festa and Jimin kept Jungkook's background vocals and it's clear that it's him, especially at the end of the song n but he didn't say anything, he didn't react in a certain way to say yeah, that's me and I find it interesting because he did that random Wlive before the album came out playing that song on guitar but this time he didn't say anything and Jimin also didn't mention anything about it the times he talked about the song. And yes, they are just background vocals, but the background vocals were done by a member of his band, not a random artist.
And that goes along with a lot of things from Jimin and Jungkook. They mention things that we would have no idea happened if they didn't mention it, but other things that there is proof of they never mention, they never talk about it and I've always wondered why.
New York is another example. We don't know for sure if Jimin travelled just to work/be with Jungkook or if he did something else besides that either with the brands he has contractual obligations with or something concerning his solo music career, but he was in New York with him, he was there the day Seven came out and Jungkook didn't mention it. And it would have been normal, wouldn't it? Just like it was normal when Hobi did it at the time and how Yoongi did it, but so far, they haven't mentioned it and unless they were actually doing something that they would eventually release, I don't think they would mention it. And again, that applies to so many things between the two of them and I wonder why.
If I start from the premise that Jimin and Jungkook really have a romantic relationship it makes a little more sense in a way, especially when they are about to start their military service, but at the same time it gives them away a little more because, why so much secrecy if they are friends, members of the same group, plus other members don't have the same problem, again, an example of this is Hobi and Yoongi. Why not talk openly that they saw each other or were together. Why sometimes imply that all that happened without saying it with all those words.
Obviously, they're all very private with their things and their movements and each one of them is totally different from the other, even though some of them share certain qualities, but Jimin and Jungkook's relationship is the most secret and open of all. We know so much about them, but at the same time we don't know anything about them, and it's frustrating and interesting at the same time.
I don't know where I was going with this and my thoughts end up here, I'm sorry I didn't get anywhere but I'm going to post it anyway because I'm not going to waste what I wrote when my brain decided to work on a very hot Friday night. Maybe I'll come back to this post later.
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Chris’ roommate
You were Chris’ roommate, a civilian, a teacher, his old friend. Just a chance visit at his office when he forgot his pack was met with an encounter that you could never forget.
You were cleaning up your room, you couldn’t find something so you just decided to sort through everything until you found it. So you were in your room for…a while. Chris even came in to let you know that he was leaving for work, that’s how early you got up and went looking for…aw dammit you forgot what you were looking for. You could always finish this later, you need to stretch. You opened your door to go out to the living room, it was a nice apartment, given that you and Chris lived together, you two could afford a nicer apartment.
You were his friend from middle school, you helped with Claire after their parents had died, you were his best friend and the only person he has not dated in high school. He was…a bit of a heartbreaker back then, and he hadn’t exactly stopped either but he has mellowed out drastically compared to back then. You used to have a crush on him but you never actually told him that. You figured it wouldn’t work out so you never said anything, moved on, and then moved in with him as a roommate. You shook your head, clearing your thoughts, before seeing a certain work bag left next to the door.
“Chris…” You groaned, usually he remembered to bring his things but some times you’d have to remind him. You looked over to the clock on the wall, hoping he could still turn around to grab it. But it had been an hour since he left though, so he must be at work by now.
You sighed, grabbing the bag and heading over to the landline in the kitchen, dialing in the RPD work line.
“Chris, you left your bag here.” You said to him as soon as you were patched through to his desk phone.
“Oh! Shit. I can’t believe I forgot it.” Chris groaned, you could hear the laughter of someone in the background and the creak of his chair. “Could you bring it over? Captain Wesker would kill me if I left to go grab it.”
“Chris…” You groaned, looking over to the kitchen. The dumbass forgot his lunch too. “Fine. I’ll bring you your lunch too, idiot.”
You could hear another laugh over the line, but Chris didn’t seem to care.
“Oh! The lunch you made me! Oh please bring that too!”
You remembered him asking if you could make him lunch yesterday since you had the day off the next day, today, as you had an appointment that got cancelled last minute. He was always a sucker for the food you made him, ate everything, would probably eat the plate too if he could. You hung up, grabbing the lunch you prepared for him yesterday, and went out the door.
Driving wasn’t much of a hassle and finding a parking space wasn’t either. The police station was big though and you did have to ask the front desk where Chris Redfield was but they were more than happy to help. You could only hope they didn’t think you weren’t the new girlfriend. Shaking off whatever your mind could come up with you walked up the stairs to the second floor, following the directions the front desk gave to the STARS office. With his bag over your shoulder and his lunch in hand you immediately walked in and dumped it into his lap.
“Care to remember and not make your roommate come all this way?” You asked as his teammates looked at you, they had very wide eyes or arched eyebrows.
“Aw! Roommate? But we’re friends!” He insisted, he was teasing of course, making you roll your eyes and push his head.
“I would sell you to the devil for a penny.” You replied, a woman holding her mouth to hide a chuckle from her.
“Jill!” Ah, so that’s her name. You remember that she’s one of the two people he’d often talk about often when he spoke about work, the other one was-
“Chris, what’s going on?” A new voice spoke, making you turn away from your roommate and to the new man. He was tall, blonde and wore sunglasses inside which you found ridiculous. But…he looked damn good in uniform so you supposed it could slide. Everyone else seemed to tense up and focus on their work, trying to look like they’re not eavesdropping.
“Oh! Captain Wesker, my uh…my roommate was dropping off some things I forgot at home!” Chris said quickly, he was nervous. You remember that name, Wesker was his boss Chris would complain about.
“Roommate? So you do exist. I thought he was using roommate as an excuse to miss work from time to time.” His voice was so nice, you had to admit you could listen to it forever.
“I wouldn’t put it past him.” You agreed, you never asked for Chris’ help a lot, if at all, so if he used you as an excuse to skip work…yeah that sounds like him.
“Hey!” Chris yelled out, a little flustered.
“Unsurprising, your roommate agreed, huh, Chris?” Wesker teased along with you, it seems like he enjoyed doing this to him too.
“Hey!!” Chris was pissed now, two people teasing him at once, what a laugh! The others seemed to be trying to keep themselves from laughing as well.
He groaned, dropping his bag on the floor and his lunch on his desk, and stormed off, probably to the bathroom, to cool down.
Wesker turned to you after watching Chris storm off, putting out his hand and introducing himself.
“I’m Albert Wesker, Captain of STARS.” He smiled slightly, shaking your hand. You introduced yourself as well, smiling back. “I have to be honest, I didn’t think he had a roommate at all for a while. Thought he was dropping work for a girlfriend.”
“Eh, I wouldn’t be surprised.” You shrugged, pointing at the things you brought. “I was just dropping off the things he left at home.”
“That sounds like Chris.” He nodded, he seemed to be enjoying talking to you. He pointed at the lunch on Chris’ desk curiously. “Chris doesn’t normally have his own lunch, usually he goes out.”
“Ah- yeah, Chris had asked I make him lunch for today since I have the day off.” You replied, looking over to the bag and back at him. “Can’t believe he forgot it.”
Wesker nodded and politely walked you to your car all while talking to you. The others seemed surprised when he did that, that he even talked to you for more than an introduction.
According to Chris later that day, Wesker seemed happier the rest of the day. You were glad you got to make someone happier just by talking to them. Although you couldn’t help but be curious what kind of guy he was. Especially since he didn’t seem to be liked being called by his first name by others. Oh well. You had work to do tomorrow.
Wesker was in a good mood, to put it simply, even as he went to Umbrella for even more work to do, he met someone new who didn’t make him feel like he wanted to strangle someone. He was working late that night in the lab with William, probably his only actual friend in the city. Typing away at a report when Annette came into the lab.
“You need to pick Sherry up tomorrow, I have a meeting with some of the scientists.” Was all she said and she didn’t even wait for an answer before leaving the room. She always seems to do that, state something to someone and then just leaves. Wesker has no idea why William married her but it’s not his life.
William turns to him, looking at him with a face that says, “I’m going to ask something of you.”
And he did, “We only have the one car.” Of course that was it. Wesker sighs and he knows damn well he’s not going to let William drive his car alone.
“Where is the school?” He asked, almost in a defeated tone. William smiled and handed him a flier about the school, this is definitely a school Annette picked out. Good area, nice neighborhood, great graduation statistics. Just a good school overall it seems. He sighed again, rubbing his brow.
The next day came faster than he hoped, William would never shut up about Sherry. Wesker knew why and he can see why, Sherry is his best friend’s daughter and he loves her. Sherry is very sweet, a little shy and very smart. William does have a lot to be proud about. And he knows it too, as he goes on and on about her and what her teacher tells him about her learning. Wesker thinks that after what he and William went through, he wouldn’t want his kid going through that either. He almost zoned out at William talking about Sherry before William’s arm almost slammed against his chest pointing at the school, causing him to swerve a bit before they got over to the building safely.
William was very excited to be picking up Sherry, he always was, so excited he grabbed Wesker by the forearm and dragged him to her classroom. Even when he had offered to stay in the car so he can pick her up and spend some time with her. He supposed there are some similarities between Annette and William. He stared at the big door of the classroom, decorated with names of the students, and the teacher’s name on the top of the door.
William was essentially bouncing up and down, he made them get here early just to talk to the teacher. And as soon as the last bell rang, he opened the door and called out for her, Wesker following a little awkwardly. So many little kids stared up at them, mainly at him and “whispered” about his glasses.
Sherry ran up to them and hugged her dad before taking him over to the teacher’s desk, this must be a common occurrence. However, Wesker was surprised to see you sitting there. Leaning up from getting something from the bottom drawer of your desk. He immediately walked over, watching you and William talk about Sherry.
As soon as William was distracted by Sherry showing him what her class did that day, he walked up to you.
“What a coincidence this is.” He says, gaining your attention from one of the other kids giving you a drawing they made for you. He smiled softly, out of the corner of his eye he could see William making the stupidest smug face he had ever seen. But ignored him in favor of talking to you.
“Wesker. A pleasure to see you again.” You replied, smiling such a sweet smile to him. He could feel himself relaxing, which was a surprise to him.
“The pleasure is all mine. I didn’t know you were a teacher.” He said, wanting to keep the conversation going.
“Well, I don’t normally talk about my job since Chris is usually asleep the second he comes home.” You were smiling as he sat across from you, William and Sherry watching the whole exchange happen.
He nodded and asked, “What made you want to be a teacher?”
You gestured to the drawings your students had given you over the year, even one from Sherry it seemed.
“I get to teach a new generation of children every year. I get to see them grow up and learn.” You seemed so fascinated and genuine in your career. That’s a breath of fresh air for him, someone who cares for their job because of what they get to do for others. He nods, understanding where you’re coming from.
Even as the kids start to leave, you chat with Wesker, he doesn’t even seem to care he’s sitting in a very small seat where he looks ridiculous, still in his captain uniform too. It’s William that tells him they have to go, instead of the other way around like Wesker thought it’d be like.
“Mr. Wesker? Are you going to marry my teacher?” Sherry asked suddenly as they walked into the parking lot. “I think you two would be cute together.”
“Wh-what? Sherry!” Wesker said, surprised at her blunt response. William laughed and nudged his shoulder.
“She’s got a point, old friend.” William chimed in, setting Sherry up in the backseat.
“William.” Wesker says pointedly at his friend, but he can’t help but imagine that. Married to a teacher who can cook and take care of kids so genuinely. He’ll have to say sorry to Chris for taking his roommate and making them his spouse, but he wouldn’t actually be sorry. William laughed again, opening up the passenger side and getting into the car.
As they drive off back to the lab, Wesker thinks he might just become the go-to pick up for Sherry.
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Killer Queen💀
Shigaraki Tomura/Shimura Tenko x F. Reader
You have a crush on a certain Super Villain and he's the only one to make you feel a certain way.
Warnings: Smut ahead💋👇🏻; Autassassinophilia kink; Oral(Giving); Degradation; Praising; Choking; Barebacking; Creampie [18+ | NSFW]
Autassassinophilia: a paraphilia in which an individual is sexually aroused by the risk of being killed.
"Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder." - Octave Mirbeau
It takes some goading to Giran before he finally relents and gives you a "see what I can do" answer. That's better than him blowing you off anyways. It isn't all to preserve his reputation, believe it or not. You're trying to get close to things you shouldn't be anywhere near. Sure, you're used to working with "bad guys", but this one in particular tends to take the cake.
You're Giran's assistant. While he acted aloof around you, as he did with most people, he actually gave a bit of a damn about you. He'd known you since you were a kid. The daughter of a guy he'd grown up with. He groomed you for the broker business. While you never made the deals, he was the face of the business after all, you helped him procure things that were requested of him. Be that items or people.
He'd give you the details and you'd fetch whatever the customer was looking for. You'd also keep an eye out for anything that may benefit Giran in the long run. You were always in the background, but you loved the life. No matter how glamorous it tended not to be. You were even the one who found Toga. Well, she found you technically. Though you never went to all the meets, especially when it came to the League of Villains, everyone knew you worked with Giran.
He'd never bring you along to those dealings if he had his way. Giran knew that would become harder to do once you knew of the existence of Shigaraki Tomura, however. Even with Kurogiri present Giran knew that Shigaraki was unpredictable and wouldn't risk having you in his sights. A seasoned vet like him even bolted as soon as he got payment.
You knew your luck was changing the night Giran got the call. It sounded like a regular one, Giran responding with "yeah" and "uh huh" now and then. Suddenly he sat up straighter, much more tense than before. Finally, he ended the call with "Alright. I'll let her know. Thanks." Your head snapped to him and you watched intently as he hung up. He sighed and immediately pulled out a new smoke. "Well?!", you commented with unbridled excitement.
"That was Kurogiri." Your eyes widened. Your giddy feelings dialed down a bit, knowing that you might be turned down. Giran took another drag before continuing. "Says he had to clear it wit' the big guy in charge first, but ya can head over tomorrow night. Apparently the League has a few days off to lay low for a bit."
You briefly wonder what the All For One thinks about you wanting to visit with Shigaraki, but he must think it's something alright for the villain. Those thoughts don't last too long with your excited nerves already building. "Thank you!", you squeal as you leap over to Giran and pull him in close for a hug and kiss his cheek. "Yeah, yeah.", he sighs but you can see the workings of a small smile on his lips. "Don't say I don' do nothin' for ya."
The time finally comes despite it seeming like the hours ticked by slower than normal. You know it's just your excitement building, but it was torture none the less. You park down the street and take a few deep breaths to ease your nerves. Before you get out of your car you notice a few figures walk out of the very bar you intend on walking into. You recognize them as League members, and you figure they've been let go for the night to enjoy the free time you were told about. Some leaving together, like Toga and Twice; others heading out alone, namely Dabi.
You exit the vehicle and head over to the bar door. You steel your nerves and find whatever confidence you can to not seem so anxious. When you step inside it's pretty much what you were expecting. Nothing to write home about. A man with black smoke where his head would be turns and focuses his yellow eyes your way. You can only assume that's Kurogiri.
The very man you came to see sat quietly at the bar facing him. You notice a few newspapers laying around the bar top nearby, as well as a glass of amber liquid. You can't help but stare at the slender figure of the guy you've come to have a crush on. "You must be the young lady Giran called about." You nod as you take a few timid steps closer to the pair. "Yeah, that's me."
"This is Shigaraki Tomura.", he says as he extends his hand to point him out even though he's the only other person in the room. You give your name and wait for Shigaraki to acknowledge you. That turns out to be a number of excruciating minutes later. It's when Kurogiri clears his throat and lowly tells him "Don't be rude." Finally, Shigaraki sighs as if he's being burdened and turns his head in your direction.
He sits up a little straighter after taking in your appearance. He still has Father over his face, but he actually removes the hand to get a better look of you. You notice his ruby gaze move over your form, but he doesn't make any expression that shows he's impressed. However that turns out to be just the case. He is impressed.
You're infinitely cuter than he expected.
After staring at you for a few moments you finally hear him speak. "Giran said you like video games." His voice is higher pitched and raspy, but you can't help but find it cute regardless. "Yeah, I do.", you reply happily. You internally facepalm at your reaction. You must seem like a lame fangirl. It is almost too hard for him to take your bright eyes and girly admiration that's clear on your face. Almost.
"Well...Wanna play?" You nod your head emphatically and watch him rise to his feet. He places Father on the bar top for Kurogiri to look after. He eyes you one more time before turning to walk in the direction of a doorway towards the back. He doesn't say anything as he goes, simply waves you along after he starts walking. "Come on, little girl." Though you're elated he's willing to hang out with you, you narrow your eyes as you hurry to follow after him.
Shigaraki walks through the doorway and turns to head up a narrow set of stairs. "I'm not a little girl.", you chide him and he turns to glance back at you. He's almost appalled at the fact you're challenging him but can't seem to help find it endearing. He's not sure yet if he likes that you're growing on him after just meeting you.
Shigaraki simply replies with "whatever" as he turns back and continues up the stairs. He leads you to a room at the end of a bleak hallway. It's pretty bare: nothing on the walls, a single twin bed with crumpled white sheets, a closet and door that was ajar enough to show a small bathroom. One corner stood out as noticeably different than the rest.
There was a small flat screen television that's hooked up to a state-of-the-art gaming system. A few quality controllers sit next to it, and a nice, comfortable gaming chair topped off the area. "Woww.", you whisper in a hushed breath. Shigaraki takes in your impressed expression and feels the swelling of pride begin in his chest. Right where his heart would be to be exact. He wasn't even sure he could feel things in that part of his body anymore.
He points towards a plethora of games stacked in piles nearby. You find the collection he has both extensive and impressive. "Kurogiri said I should let you pick first. Something about being the guest." You nod and look over the titles. "How 'bout we start with this one?", you question as you pull the case out of a stack to show him the cover.
It's an older game. A first-person shooter zombie killing game to be specific. To his own surprise he's genuinely pleased with the selection you choose. It's 'an oldie but a goodie'. Definitely a classic that just so happens to be one of his favorites. He just nods and instructs you to set it up. You think about how he must be used to ordering people around as you work. Somehow only finding it more attractive of him.
Shigaraki goes over to a mini fridge and pulls out two sodas. He's once again confused when he comes back over and asks if what he pulled out for you is alright. Why does he even care? You accept the offered drink and finish setting everything up. Of course he takes the gaming chair after sliding a worn-out bean bag chair over for you to sit in. Naturally. It doesn't bother you, though. The two of you then begin a campaign that grows in intensity as time goes by.
You end up playing together longer than either of you expect. He loves how enthralled in the game you become, and you just so happen to be better than he even anticipated. He watches you out of the corner of his eye during the gameplay. You're certainly funny and make even cuter faces the more you get into it, especially when you're concentrating.
He doesn't seem to notice you doing the same as you take the opportunity to watch him in your peripherals. You already know he's cute, so you take notice of his hands. He grips the controllers with a pinky on each hand raised. It amazes you how much of an expert he is in doing so. It doesn't even seem to bother him in the slightest.
After yet another playthrough he sets down his controller and stretches his arms over his head. You do the same as you rise up off the bean bag. Afterward he pulls out his cellphone and you watch as he seemingly types out a text. "Do you drink?" The question catches you by surprise and you mumble out a quick reply with "Uh, yeah, I do."
His phone is already away when a minute later there's a single knock at his door before it's pushed open to reveal Kurogiri. He steps into the room and puts a tray down on the end table beside the bed that has a bottle and two empty glasses resting on it. He straightens up after filling the small glasses and he looks over to you two. "I do hope things are going well." You feel your face heat up slightly but nod still. "Yeah, fine.", Shigaraki says with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Kurogiri takes that as his que to leave and nods before walking out. Leaving the pair of you alone once more. Shigaraki suddenly finds himself nervous and begins scratching his neck. That's when he realized that it was the first time he's done so since coming into his room and playing with you. Why were you able to do that to him?
Shigaraki doesn't allow the atmosphere to become awkward. He isn't sure what to say so he goes over to pick up one of the drinks Kurogiri poured. He only takes a sip or two before he sees you looking at him and he waves you over to join him. You make your way next to him and pick up your own glass. His eyes widen as the liquid seems to slide down your throat with ease.
After taking a gulp you place your nearly empty glass back down. You watch as Shigaraki keeps his own gaze locked onto yours. He brings the edge of his glass up to his lips, never breaking eye contact, and takes a larger gulp just as you had. You found yourself getting lost in his crimson eyes. Before you could register what you were doing and stop yourself you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him.
Shigaraki immediately froze at your actions. He gasped and you were able to slide your tongue inside his mouth to engage with his own. He was clumsy with it. Clearly evident that he was inexperienced. You cracked open your lidded eyes slightly to see him staring down at you wide eyed. Still in shock you mused to yourself.
With your eyes closed once more you felt him tilt down to the side and heard the click of his glass being put down. That's when you felt it. His hands tentatively placed on your hips. After a few moments their grip gets a bit tighter before you feel him smooth them around your back to pull you impossibly closer to him. Even with his hands behind you, you could feel his four fingers of each hand.
When you finally part for breath, he doesn't take long before he's chasing your lips for another kiss. After a hearty make out session you sense him start to lower himself onto his bed. You stop kissing and look down when you hear the familiar clicking of a belt buckle. Shigaraki lets out a low chuckle with a dark look in his eye. "Why don' you be a good little slut 'n suck my cock. I'd like that, 'n I jus' know you'd like it too."
Your hot core instantly throbs at his words, and you grind your thighs together before you lower yourself to your knees. He's right, after all. You slide his pants and boxers down in one go. His legs are slim but toned. It's obvious he's strong, but unassuming looking. You think about how Heroes could underestimate him and come to find they're sorely mistaken.
When his cock springs free into your face your mouth waters. It's long and slim, like him, but curved just right. You gingerly take him in your hand and give him a few preliminary pumps to test his reaction. As soon as you take him in your hand it's obvious he tenses and give the subtlest jerk of his hips. He's already panting in anticipation and you've hardly started. You can't wait to see how else he'll react.
You give him a moment to gather himself. That's when you go for it and lick up his long shaft before pecking his tip and gathering the bead of pre that was present there on your lips. You hear the hiss he lets out as he sucks in a breath through his teeth at your initial motions. You watch him, keeping his ruby eyes locked with yours, as you sink down and wrap your mouth around him as low as you can at first. It's not balls deep quite yet, but you'll get there.
You bob up and down, sucking him off for the first few minutes. Then you bring yourself down as low as you can to get him as far back into your throat as possible. You're still looking up at Shigaraki as you watch his head throw back in ecstasy. Then you feel him grip hold of your hair at the top of your head. He's got a fistful as he pumps your head up and down to throat fuck you.
You picture it in your head with your eyes closed at first. The slight sheen of sweat beginning to gather along his forehead. His eyebrows narrowed in concentration. The clump of hair he's gripping onto with a raised pinky. One wrong move of him lowering the digit, especially while he's distracted like this, means the end for you. Painfully.
That's the thought that makes your pussy wet to the point it could pool on the floor underneath you.
He's doesn't lower it, though. Even with his mind fogged with lust and concentrating on not finishing in your soft, wet mouth too soon. He's grunting so much you could tell he's close, especially by the twitch of his cock in your mouth. Suddenly he's squeezing your shoulders and when you stop and look at him he's slowly pulling you off him. You're about to ask if he needed you to do something different, or stop all together (to your dismay), but he simply tries to catch his breath before speaking. "T-take off your clothes. Then you're going to stand up 'n bend over the edge of the bed when I tell ya."
You let out a mewl at his instructions and obediently rise to your feet. That has the spark of life going right to his cock, keeping him ready and twitching without your sweet mouth satisfying him. You really are his little obedient slut, aren't you? He couldn't be more satisfied with the decision to allow you two to meet. If it's half as satisfying to fuck into your heat as it was your mouth, he's going to have a harder time concentrating on anything else important.
Shigaraki swallows hard when he sees your naked form, timid and shy before him. He doesn't know where to look first. He figures he'll start with your beautiful face and work his way down your sexy body. He runs his tongue over his dry, cracked lips. His cock twitches yet again the way your eyes are shining with elation at him and how it's clear you're waiting for his next command.
"Good girl.", he coos as he takes one finger and tugs a strand of loose hair behind your ear. You hum in response and wait for him to continue. To tell you what you should do next. "Go on 'n bend over now. I want your ass on display." You nod and obey as you get right into position and Shigaraki resists the urge to groan at how good you're being for him.
Once you're bent over, resting on his bed with your forearms and your ass up, you wait to see what's going to happen next. You jolt when you feel him swipe a finger up through your folds and gather some of your slick. Since he's behind you, the only evidence of what he did next was the hum of delight and the pop when he pulled his finger from his mouth.
"You taste real good, Player Two." That had another mewl coming from you and the grinding of your thighs at his words. Your heart was beating rapidly and you're sure if you opened your chest up it'd go soaring. He actually thought of you as his "player two". Suddenly he was groping handfuls of your asscheeks. When he slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled his hands away you jolted again when you felt one of his hands fly down to swat your ass.
The moan that came flying out of your mouth would've been impossible to repress. Shigaraki let out a dark chuckle as he leaned closer to your ear. "You're still lovin' this, huh?", he questioned with a teasing tone. Out of nowhere, another spank. This time of the other cheek. Afterward, he smoothed his hands over the reddening area.
You could hear him chortle as he did so. "I noticed you were lookin' at my hands." His voice was more hushed now yet still raspy. "You get off on the fact that it's so dangerous to be around me." Another slap on your ass. "Spanking is jus' as dangerous. One wrong move. Just one time I come down too hard and that pinky could fall. You love that, huh?"
Another spank, followed by a loud, unholy moan from you. He was right, you already knew that. Shigaraki could kill you on any one of the swings he does. His index and middle fingers slid down to run through your soaked folds. "I knew it. You're a danger slut. Aren'cha?" Suddenly he gripped the back of your hair and pulled you up to stand in front of him with your back against his chest as he kisses your neck.
"I knew you were special. Master said I'd have a playmate, but I didn't believe him. I should've known he'd make sure I'd have a sweet thing like you."
He turned your head to the side so he could vigorously kiss your mouth. When a few seconds were up he roughly pushed you down onto his bed. You look back at him and see that he's working his hard length once again. "Lay on your back. 'M gonna fuck you now." You crawl up his bed and flop onto your side before rolling over onto your back. Your legs still rubbing together for some friction.
Suddenly you see him standing at the edge on the side of his bed. He's scratching his neck and it's obvious he's trying to say something, or at least convey something important. Finally, he speaks when he lowly states that, "I-I don't have a c-condom." His cheeks are red with embarrassment that spreads to the tips of his ears and down his neck.
You simply hum in understanding before you lean up and cup his face to reply to him. "That's okay.", you comment in a sincere tone. "You don't have to worry about anything. Just finish whenever you feel like you're ready." He eyes you for a moment and allows you to pull him in for a short but sweet kiss. He nods this time and crawls over your body to lay over you.
Shigaraki sits back on his knees and watches as he runs the tip of his cock through your folds as it gathers an abundance of the delicious slick. That's when he aims it at your tight hole and begins to push inside you, sometimes having to thrust to give it an extra push into your core. He feels your gummy walls tight around him and he swears it's the best thing he's felt. He's sure he could blow any time now.
So he steels himself, bringing his hands to hold under your thighs and push them up a bit. "Think I'll lose track 'n drop my last finger down?" You know he's taunting you, but it makes you wetter and clench all the same. The clamping down on him has him reeling as he bends over you to place one hand down next to your head. He has to give a few more thrusts before he's mostly inside you. "Fuck, you're so wet.", he exclaims before figuring 'screw it' and plunges his cock balls deep into your guts.
"Such a good Player Two. Taking me so well. You're gonna lay there 'n take it 'n scream like a good girl, right?" Any words were long gone for you to respond with. You'd hardly gotten started, and your brain was already fuzzy. You can't even imagine how you'll be after he fucks you senseless.
You simply did what you could and nodded as you wrapped your arms around his frame. Even though he was kind of clumsy it was obvious this was a first time for him, or one of his first times anyway. He was a fast learner and had little trouble satisfying you. Especially once he learned about that kink of yours.
Shigaraki stared into your eyes and then kissed you roughly. As he pumped his cock into your tightening cunt, he brought a hand up to your throat. One pinky raised yet again of course. That's when he saw your eyes roll back and felt that pussy of yours clench him like a vice. "You love how dangerous I am. How I could kill you in the blink of an eye. There'd be nothin' left of you. Nothin' left of this gorgeous body of yours. Nothing." He chortled as if amused but seemed to carry a different aura about him as he went on. "That'd be a real shame. You're my 'Player Two' after all. Givin' me your body so freely."
"Yes, yes, YES!!", was all you could scream. It was true anyway. All of it. He drove you wild, especially like this. You wanted him and could only pray he'd have you to take again and again. "Such a slut. My little cum slut, right?" You nod again, briefly this time, knowing his hand was still on your throat.
He picked up his pace as he bullied your tight pussy. "Oh God!", he commented breathless and panting. "Such a sweet obedient girl. Ready to take her Master's cock." He feels your pillowy walls tighten around him and encourages you to continue. "Cum on my cock sweet thing. Do it." As he drilled into you, you were on the verge but still hadn't cum yet. He knew just what would send you over the edge.
With a stern voice, he once again demanded you cum on his cock. "...Or I'm gonna dust you for good measure.", he growled. That sent you over the edge and you clamped down the hardest and began to milk him dry. "Gah..c-cum-cummin'!" He was lost in his own post sex haze as he filled you with his seed, branding you his. "G-good girl.", he pants. "That's my good girl. All mine."
Your heart swells at his words and once the two of you come down from your highs, he slowly pulls out of you with a hiss. You're left there on your back, a panting mess when he rolls off you and awkwardly hands you some paper towels from nearby so you can wipe yourself up. You quickly do so and see him reach his hand out to take them back.
Watching closely, he walks over to a trash can and dusts the now tarnished rags he holds to let them fall into the can. You had begun to sit up and look around for your clothes when he clears his throat. "You, uh, you can stay if ya want." You head flies to his direction and a smile begins to pull at your lips. "I'd like that."
Slowly and apprehensively, as if giving you the chance to change your mind, he climbs into bed. He lays his arm over your head for you to curl into his naked body so he can wrap that arm around you. You glance up to him to see him eying you timidly. "Thank you." After a few comfortable moments of silence Shigaraki speaks up. "I think I should be thanking you, Babygirl."
You giggle a bit into his skin before looking up to meet his eyes again. Now it's your turn to be timid. "Am... A-am I really you're Player Two." That's when Shigaraki was caught off guard. He scratches his throat a bit. He was fine with considering that of you, especially during the act. With one finger he moves a strand of hair that had fallen over your forehead and into your eyes. "Yeah, I guess ya are. Wouldn't mind it as long as it's you anyway."
The smile you gave him in response had his chest twisting in a way he never had happen to him before. He'd need time to figure it out, but he knew he wanted you close regardless. Especially after the excursions that just occurred. He tightened his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to rest on him.
After a few quiet moments, you broke the serenity surrounding the two of you with a simply question. "Does this mean I'm gonna be meetin' the League?" Shigaraki groaned and ran his free hand down his face. "I'd like to keep ya all to myself a little longer if that's alright with ya." You widen you smile before tucking your head back into his chest to nuzzle into him. "If Dabi were to try anythin' with ya I swear it'd be the last thing he does.", he quietly grumbles. All you do is simply respond with a quiet "yours" before sleep begins to overtake you.
Shigaraki didn't know what to do but just hold you against him. He'd hold you for as long as he could. He'd try to keep his finger positions in check, and hold back his overwhelming need to kill to keep his scratching in check. No matter how much you liked being so close to death.
No matter how attracted you are for him being someone who could kill you with such ease.
#bnha#mha#mha fanfiction#mha smut#shigaraki smut#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki x reader#shimura tenko#tenko x reader#tenko smut#kinktober#kinktober 2022#kinktober '22#tw: autassassinophilia
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Hello dear, random idea just came up from my mind..what if..Shadow Milk x Faerie reader but with a slight little mermaid storyline? Basically the reader want to explore around the earthbread (and is fallen for certain Cookie?) but the reader is unable to leave the beast yeast because the reader had to guard the silver tree, on one night Shadow Milk try to communicate with reader through the dream and offering the reader to become 'common (normal) cookie' with one condition..(and is up to you-)
(Take ur time dear :> )
-☕️🌹
This is a great idea and wow, it's crazy
Shadow Milk cookie x reader
† This is justa blessing for him
† A whole guardian with big dreams and a love interest who most likely won't reciprocate theirfeelings because he will never notice a some guardian. P e r f e c t
† You always wanted something more and what’s wrong with having some dreams? however, you begin to realize that your usual dreams have begun to become a whole daydreaming
As if your imagination was literally pushing you to change, to escape, but how? You are just one of those guardians who invest their whole lives in the Great Goal. But just standing and protecting the tree is not for you and you know it. You want something more, this world full of adventures
And this mysterious voice in your dreams thinks so too
You haven't shared your dreams and plans with anyone else. For what? They won't understand.
But oh, this gentle voice understands, how good it is that your "subconscious" helps you at least in your dreams. Supports and guides.
† Imagine certain cookie what readerloves is Pure Vanilla or Elder fairy cookie. Yeah what would be messy
† And fun. Come on Shadow milk cookie would try not to gag while trying to manipulate you into doing what he wants using your love for them
† He's just being dramatic but yeah he's not happy about it. Not because he felt bad but because he is concerned about your "unique taste"
† bro is a hater
† Shadow Milk cookie made sure to help you, to keep you on his side. "Listen to me little fairy, you have a grand future waiting"
Unfortunately, most of your colleagues were not present on security for some reason, which is why you were put on post longer than expected. You lack of sleep and energy, you have become more irritable and honestly you would just like to finish this unbearable work, just run away or cut down this damn tree. Wait. It was clear as day, no tree, no problem. You will finally live the life you want.
† As if all the danger that will come from cutting down this tree has faded into the background, a voice gently whispers to you, encouraging you to get rid of the tree
† But the voice in your head offered you a perfect idea, just gave up your wings (Or rather your fairy magic) and chop down the tree and he would make sure to help you out
†Just a little tiny crack would be enough
†Just chop here and there use your spear or whatever weapon just make some damage and your problems would disappear
†No, this is wrong, you managed to catch yourself in these terrible thoughts and you nipped them in the bud
†You are scared and confused, as soon as you told your colleague about this you were immediately kicked out of the guard, or rather you were transferred to another department and given the day off
† Yes yes it is anticlimactic but come on look at fairies they are more gentle with that, especially with dealing with beasts
† if you already fall under the influence of one of the beasts, you will simply be moved away from the tree. Most likely to some kind of reconnaissance detachments
† so you safe, until Shadow Milk actually break free
† and I assure you he would be pissed what he didn't get his way, especially what he wasted so much time with you
† And if it's something more romantic he would also be pissed what he was there for you and you just "betrayed" him
† But come on its not like he really would help you. You want to see the world not destroyed dessert, you want to see civilizations at peace not wars
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Actually I thought at first with whole little mermaid thing. Like reader giving up their wings for something but eh it was a bit raw for me :p but I tried my best
#cookie run kingdom#cookie run#crk x reader#crk x you#shadow milk cookie#shadow milk cookie x reader#shadow milk crk#shadow milk cookie x you
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no one like you - b.h.
-billy hargrove x reader
-1.6k words
-a toxic pining yearning fwb situation because i cannot stop thinking about this asshole. happy ending tho, obviously
Your relationship with Billy was complicated.
Somewhat infuriating actually, partially because he was so frustrating and rough around the edges. But worst of all because you couldn’t stop thinking about him, and you knew you weren’t the only one he gave the time of day too. Still, though, you wanted to believe that you were special. Billy didn’t seem like the type of guy to let every girl stay the night or lay around with him after fucking, yet he let you.
Despite this, he was still hard to read. The things you knew about his personal and family life were things you figured out yourself, and he wasn’t big on sharing so you never asked for any extra info. You knew his dad knocked him around on a regular basis, and that was probably the reason he was so closed off.
Following your weekend routine with him, the two of you share a cigarette in comfortable silence, accented with the quiet rock music in the background that seemed to be playing whenever he was around, before you get up and start to get dressed and do your walk of shame home.
“Hey, are you sure you, uh.. you don't wanna stay over?” he asks with a clearing of his throat. Before you can answer, he rushes to add, “you can if you want, I don’t care either way.”
There it was. He does this often, where it seems like he opens up for half a second, makes it seem like he actually does like you and wants you around. Then the wall goes right back up. You’ve given up trying to knock it down, because if you let him know how much it bothers you then you’re certain he would just ridicule you. You just scoff at him, “Are you gonna drive me home in the morning? Before everyone wakes up?”
He grumbles something about how he wouldn’t get up that early, so you assume probably not and continue putting your shoes on. “Alright then, I’ll just walk home in the dark,” you say with a guilting tone of voice, trying to get him to drive you home. He never does.
“You live a block away, you won’t die.” He just dismisses you while lighting another cigarette. How infuriatingly like him. “Just don’t get caught sneaking in.”
“Yeah, whatever I know.” You’re already out the door. Everyone in his house is asleep or out for the night so you just leave quietly through the front door. Walking home, you find yourself in the same emotional turmoil as every other weekend you spend with him. You gotta stop doing this to yourself, you know he doesn’t give a shit about you. You just can't stop thinking about how he takes you out before, how he lets you sit with him after. He doesn’t do that with any other girls, all your friends have told you so. But it all leads to sex every single time anyways, so what does it even matter?
Billy was feeling some similar way, however, beating himself up over the fact that he just doesn’t know how to act around you. Contrary to what everyone believes, including you, he’s stopped sleeping with any other girls. He only ever sees you. He just can’t get you off his mind, but when he tries to say something to express that, his fear of rejection takes over and it just comes out mean. He’s been on the defensive for so long that he doesn’t want to give you the chance to knock him down, and he’s almost certain you will. He’s not fit for an actual relationship, despite wanting to be, and he knows that. It doesn’t stop him from asking you to stay over, in his own cryptic way. Or trying to just get a little more time with you by taking you out for a drive or something before bringing you back home. It’s all for nothing, he thinks to himself before turning over and going to bed.
Over the next week or two, you make a resolution to distance yourself from Billy. You’re sick of it, and the emotional stress and becoming too much. Your friends agree and encourage you to ignore his calls and come up with excuses whenever he talks to you in school. And you are a little happier, you don’t have to worry about reading into his weird signals and trying to decipher how he actually feels under that hard exterior. You do miss him though, but you try to push that to the side and continue with your love life elsewhere. You’ll get over it eventually.
The idea of you ‘getting over it’ makes Billy want to die. He knows he’s not the best communicator, but you couldn’t tell that he obviously cares about you? He becomes a bit more of an asshole than usual, shrugging off even the people he usually tolerated at school, since that’s the closest he has to friends. Subconsciously, the selfish part of him hopes you notice, but he knows you’ve already decided not to care. That just makes him more bitter and angry.
Sometime that following day, you’re outside talking to some kid from your math class. You’re about to walk home when James asks if you want to set up a study date for sometime later that week. He’s not usually the type of guy you would go for but he’s sweet, and you think it might not hurt to spend some time with a genuinely nice guy for once. You write your number on a corner piece of paper for him, and just as you finish the last digit, you feel the weight of an arm around your shoulders. Of course.
“Hey doll, I was looking for you to give you a ride home, I didn’t see you by your locker today.” Billy has this charming smile on, the one he uses around parents so they don't close the door in his face when he comes to pick their daughter up. “Who’s this you’re talking to?” He shifts his glance to James, who looks like he realized he’s somewhere he shouldn’t be.
Before you can answer, James excuses himself so he can leave with his face intact, and you turn to fully face the asshole that interrupted you. “What the fuck is your problem now?” His smile falls and he bites the inside of his cheek, looking somewhere between conflicted and pissed. “Get in the car,” he says through clenched teeth as he starts walking you towards the Camaro with a hand on your back. Usually you wouldn’t listen, but you know he won’t hit you and you’re kind of curious to hear what he has to say for himself.
You wait until both of you are in the car before turning in your seat to look at him expectantly. “What was that little display? Am I not allowed to talk to other people?”
“Well you haven’t bothered to talk to me in almost two weeks!” He snaps, hitting the steering wheel with the heel of his palm. “So you tell me what the fuck that’s about first. I’ve called you like eight fuckin’ times.” He’s not looking at you, he doesn’t want to, not when he’s angry. He doesn’t even want to get angry at you but here he is.
You, on the other hand, are staring right into his soul as your mouth falls open. “And why should I have spoken to you? So you can invite me over for a fuck and then make me walk home at midnight afterwards? And then not speak to me until the next time you’re horny? Yeah, that makes it really encouraging to have a conversation with you, dick.”
“You didn’t have to throw yourself at him. Thought you were my girl, anyways.” Your eyes grow impossibly bigger at his mumbling.
“Throwing myself at him? B, I gave him my number because he asked for it. And I didn’t think that our once a week meetup meant that I was ‘your girl’, I’m not even the only girl you sleep with.”
He finally turns to face you. “Are you that dumb? You haven’t noticed?” You sit silently, appalled, so he continues. “I haven’t taken another girl out for months, much less slept with one. You’re the only person I give any of my time to. You think I would keep your girly ass shampoo in my house if I only wanted you around for a fuck? I just don’t know how to talk to you, you have to meet me in the middle somewhere or just tell me you hate me. But don’t go fucking ghost on me, that’s not fair and you know it.” He gets quieter at the end, surprised that he just said all of that to you. He honestly thought you knew, it was obvious to him. But you don’t know him like that because he never let you.
“I didn’t know any of that.” You say softly, looking down. “You’re impossible to read, Billy. I… I’m sorry, for ghosting you.”
He lets out a heavy sigh next to you, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry, too. I’m not… easy to deal with.” You scoff lightly in agreement. “But I wanna try harder. I really do.”
You sit there and process for a moment, and he thinks you’re just going to tell him to go to hell before you smile at him, “We can talk about this more over dinner I think, I’ll be ready at 7. Just a regular, innocent first date.”
“Deal,” he says, starting the car finally with a small and hopeful smile. “And I’ll drive you home after this time,” he jokes.
“You better be serious, B, my feet hurt today,” you grin, leaning back in your seat and listening to his infectious laugh.
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15/FEB/20XX
papyrus came home real late last night. i came downstairs to see him attempting to scrub something off the top of his glove. certain that he wanted questions about his date
day about as much as i did right about then, i quietly returned to my room.
——
i'm not certain i actually slept at all. everything's a blur of racing thoughts. it's definitely way earlier than i'd usually get up, but laying here isn't catching me any more z's.
i went to go turn on the tv to try and drown some of my mind's rambling, only to find my brother up and about - cleaning with the noise of some random shopping program in the background.
it's not unusual for him to clean with the television on, but he usually does it with one of his favorite mtt programs on.
"pretty early to be cleaning."
"PRETTY EARLY FOR YOU TO BE AWAKE."
"not wrong."
"what's got you scrubbing the place down suddenly?"
"YOU KNOW I LIKE TO KEEP THINGS TIDY."
"and it's definitely not a-"
"WHY WOULD IT BE A SELF-DISTRACTION? THAT WOULD BE RIDICULOUS AND POINTLESS AND I HAVE NO REASON TO NOT THINK ABOUT ANYTHING."
"uhuh-"
"DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT WHY YOU'RE AWAKE THIS EARLY OR WHY YOU LOOK LIKE YOU GOT ABOUT AS MUCH REST AS I DID?"
"........."
"ok."
"point taken."
i threw myself onto the couch and he resumed cleaning.
"...SORRY."
"i get it."
"OBVIOUSLY, BUT."
"MY REACTION WAS A LITTLE... HARSH."
" 's alright. was a fair response."
".........."
"..so, him?"
papyrus wrung the rag he was using.
"I.."
"I DON'T KNOW."
"WHICH IS THE PROBLEM, I THINK."
with a small sigh, he sat on the couch next to me; continuously wringing and unwringing the rag. not even sure he realized he was fidgeting.
"guess you'll figure it out with time. whether you do or don't will probably become pretty clear once you start spending more time with just you n' him."
"I'M NOT SURE IT'LL BE AS OBVIOUS."
"what do you mean?"
"LIKE IT WAS WITH YOU."
i punched his shoulder.
"I'M NOT WRONG!!"
"you're imagining things is what you are."
"OH DO 𝘕𝘖𝘛."
" 'OBVIOUS' IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT FOR WHAT-"
"let's have a different conversation."
"...WHY? WHAT HAPPENED?"
"no idea what you're talking about."
"YOU DON'T SEEM 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘉𝘙𝘖𝘒𝘌𝘕..."
"......"
unable to find a reason to keep shoving it away, i sighed.
"i.."
"think we're."
"..together?"
the look on his face made me cover my own.
"again, i think-"
he gave me a crushing hug.
"..not entirely cert-"
"I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU, BROTHER!! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND MS. TORIEL'S BEAUTIFUL RELATIONSHIP BLOOM EVEN FURTHER!!!"
he seemed too excited to listen - definitely forgetting about his own issues. papyrus asked me a lot of questions that i didn't have answers to myself. any attempts to deflect questions onto him fell miserably flat against his excited quizzing.
still not sure.
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When you mentioned Albert posted only one of her movies - I’ve felt for a while now, since basically she got a little fame, that she’s now thinking she’s too “big” for her home country stuff.
Her showing up to the ghosted premiere (which btw why? She didn’t do anything except look like she played dress up in a thrift store) but ignoring every other single movie premiere or promo she had last year, never sat right with me.
I had my doubts about her intentions, and wanted to reserve judgment because I did feel people were projecting too much negativity on her.
But that solidified it for me. She actually has quite a few projects that released between last year and this year and she never did any work to promote or even show up to support with her costars for any of them except the one mrs Harris premiere. And it was in NYC. She didn’t go to the one in Paris which would have made more sense - but it’s felt to me for months that she goes where the bigger chance for clout is, and that’s just the kind of person she is.
For someone who hasn’t been known in this industry for very long at all, she IMO has not hustled or had to one bit. The way she treated her WN show and cast - also left a bad taste for me.
This has nothing to do with her friends or who she married. This is just my issue with her as a person.
Last year when the dating rumors really started to peak around February (right after the Vegas stuff), ppl were watching her IG movements and she had a film premiere at a Europe festival. The premiere happened and all the cast showed up to promote and work the media duties except her. She did a random zoom with CNN PT - and everyone assumed she was hiding in ATL with CE. Her background was white so there was no way to tell where she could be.
I remember thinking, if it was true and she chose to hide out in the US (stay at home? His house? Who knows) OR even just hide out in her own house in PT to play into a narrative, instead of promoting her own work, this girl legit fumbled the bag before she even got it.
It’s people like this that I don’t feel deserve the attention they get. It’s a shame because there are so many better talents and harder working, more willing to hustle, and more willing to climb the ladder - that could have been the promotion opportunities she got. It’s really a damn shame.
Okay, I really don't want to post about her, because I have no interest in giving her the attention, but you took all that time to write all that out. To me it's been very clear since last year that she no longer has any interest in doing any promo for any of her Portuguese language films, only her new English language films/projects. If you hadn't thought that before, it became very clear this week when she posted about an English language project being released next year instead of the Portuguese language film being released now. It's a very stark comparison when you look at Joana, who puts the same amount of effort into promoting all her jobs/projects, regardless of the language or where they were filmed. I suppose she's decided she's moving on to another phase of her career, which is more Hollywood/International based, but it still leaves one with a certain impression of ingratitude for all the people who gave her jobs when she was starting out.
And, no, let's not start talking about her here, please.
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