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c0llisiion · 4 months

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NUMB TO THE FEELING — j.jk

♡pairing : jjk + fem!reader

♡: not proof read, exs, idol!jungkook x idol!reader , fwb kinda? , smut , mutual masturbation - lmk if i missed any!

W/C : 1,162

Pt.2 , Pt.3

A/N : SORRY 4 DISAPPEARING AGAINNNNN! i js got too busy guys 😣😣😣😣 rqs are open! Send in your rqs and prompts ily <33 anyways here is a jk fic i wrote instead of finishing my other jk fic :3

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

2 months. Its been 2 months since you broke it off with jungkook. It was all over the news, a hot topic for the k media. ‘BTS’s Jungkook and Y/G/N’s y/n ends 4 year relationship’, was still trending on naver. It happened so quickly. Knets are already placing the blame on you for the breakup, as they view you as a mean rebel idol who breaks hearts and messes around. A face of disgust was plastered on your face as you scroll through the endless amounts of hate comments knets put under the articles.

“Wow I always knew she was a bitch”

“She definitely cheated on him with another idol lol”

“What do you expect when you date a wh*re? Jungkook should have never dated her”

“She ruined his image”

Back and forth, people were calling you degrading names and putting Jungkook in a good light. They said all of this while not knowing a single thing about how your breakup unfolded. It was mutual. You both started getting busy with schedules. That simple. Maybe a few disagreements here and there. Maybe a few trust issues but the main point was it was mutual and you both broke up because of schedules. You got tired of the same comments and decided to turn off your phone but you got a new notification.

baby star candy 🤍

Hey

Tf is he doing at this hour?

Y/n

???

baby star candy 🤍

Is it okay if i come over?

Classic jungkook. Getting straight to the point. You stared at the text for a while not realising that you were leaving him on seen.

My baby star candy 🤍

Helloooooo?????

Its fine if you dont want me to

Y/n

Yes. Quick.

You sent your reply before his second text got to properly load. And there you were. Your phone turned off, biting your nails as you waited for jungkook.

It didn't take him a lot of time. Reaching your place in under 7 minutes and 13 seconds. You heard your doorbell and you immediately rushed to the door. You stood at the door for some time, avoiding the impression that you were eagerly anticipating his arrival.

You opened the door and see the tall bulky black haired man with his calvin klein hoodie and grey shorts. You stared at him before he brought you back to reality by snapping his fingers. You let him in before locking the door. You grabbed him by his wrists and took him upstairs to your room.

He quickly settled in your bed letting out a deep sigh, Relaxing and stretching his limbs out onto the bed. His arm was tucked behind his head as he patted the empty space next to him with half lidded eyes. You rolled your eyes before snuggling with him. Your tv was on and playing a random tv show you put almost an hour ago, forgetting to it turn off. You sighed and relaxed into his arm. The silence was comfortable. Jungkook was playing with the hems of shorts and you with the drawstrings of his shorts. You knew where this would lead to.

His hands started slowly massaging your thighs and ass in a comforting way. Its like he knew you were sad. And he did. “Im sorry” he spoke up. You looked up at him. His eyes were focused on the tv infront. “Im sorry about those comments. I should have said somethin’.” He said finally looking down at you. You shook your head and nuzzled into him closer “dont be. Its not your fault. Tbh i really dont gaf.” He chuckled at your attitude. He always liked your idgaf attitude. That’s what made him ask you out. “So you are not sad?” He asked his hands trailing up your shirt, cold fingers resting under your tits. “Hmm i was but then there is no reason for me to be. Maybe we should upload one of our sextapes to show those bitchy knets and completely appall them..” you giggled thinking about their reaction. Jungkook sighed and chuckled. “Yeah? Which one? Our old ones or the one we are gonna make rn?” His cold fingers squeezed your bare tits and tugged on your hard nipples. You hissed at the feeling. He grabbed your hand using his other hand and started using yours to rub himself through his shorts. He let out a soft groan throwing his head back. You bit your lip as you felt his hand lower into your shorts, quickly taking your sensitive bud in between his fingers, tugging it gently. You gasped and held onto his wrists as he continued abusing your bud. He was growing harder and harder because of your hands and the unholy sounds you let out every time he flicked your clit. You put your hands into his shorts and wrapped your fingers around his dick. Your movements were restricted by his shorts which opted you to pull his dick completely out. You stared at it. Oh how much you missed that monster. “Quit staring baby..” you felt yourself melt as he inserts two fingers into your sopping hole. A loud squelch was heard when he started fingering you. Your hands lazily worked up and down his shaft. Small spurts of precum already leaking out of his red tip. You picked up your pace and so did he. You twisted your wrists around his tip. You knew how sensitive he was there and continued. His eyes were squeezed shut as soft moans left his mouth. He started choking on them as he felt your hands squeeze around his length. God the way you had this man under your control with Just your hands was insane. He was quick to return the favour as two more fingers were added. His thumb rested on your clit rubbing it in circles furiously as he fucked your cunt with his long fingers. Loud noises accompanied by yours and his moans were the only sounds heard in the room. Your vision went white as you finally reached your end. Squirting all over his hands and wetting your shorts as well as your sheets. You let out choked out moans and your back arched off of the bed.

“Attagirl…” jungkook said with furrowed eyebrows as he kept finger fucking you. Your hand movements got sloppy which prompted jungkook to thrust into your hands. You picked up pace which made jungkook stiffen. You knew his orgasm was close from the his facial expressions and his voice. You stared at his face as you watch your ex boyfriend come undone under your grasp. He let out a final gasp before cumming all over your hands. You slowed down your movements finally letting go of his softening cock before bringing your fingers to your mouth, licking all his salty cum clean, staring deeply into his brown eyes.

Only you had him like this. No other woman will never come to your level ever.

A/n : HEHEHE sex tape part 2? 🤭🤭🤭🤭 ALSO SORRY FOR THE USAGE OF BABY STAR CANDYAJJEKAJWJA I JS HAD TOOOOOO

#bts reactions #jungkook smut #bts smut #taehyung smut #bts #jungkook #jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook #jeongguk #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook reaction #jungkook headcanons #bts x reader #fem reader

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cupid-styles · 3 months

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drunk conversations (hockey!h x ballerina!yn)

another hockey!h x ballerina!yn blurb bc im a wh*re for them and they're so fun to write!!! kind of sort of builds on this blurb from monday if u missed it !

word count: 1.5k

content warnings: alcohol, harry being a bit possessive, brief unwanted touching (not sexual, not done by harry)

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Harry’s drunk, but he’s not drunk enough to ignore the fact that Y/N is uncomfortable.

He doesn’t mean to stare. He didn’t even notice that they were at the same bar until about an hour ago, when his eyes were scanning over the crowds of people and he accidentally zeroed in on her. At the time, she had been with her friends, chatting and laughing. In her natural state, she looked happy. Glowing. Pretty.

But the friends she came with have scattered since then, and now she’s pinned beneath the glare of some guy Harry’s seen a few times on campus. They’ve never spoken, but he sees him out every now and then, and he’s always doing the same thing — talking up girls, staring at them like they’re pieces of meat. It made him feel sick then, but it makes him feel insane knowing that he’s doing it to Y/N.

Gripping his drink in his hand, he can’t help but narrow his eyes at the man. Her body language is blatantly uncomfortable — she’s nearly carrowing underneath his intense gaze, smiling tightly as she nods her head when it seems appropriate. Every few minutes, she’ll glance away from him, as if she’s looking for a friend to rescue her.

Harry doesn’t believe in the whole prince charming, knight in shining armor thing. He’ll never come running unless a friend signals that they need him. But when he watches him grab her face and redirect it back towards him, making her eyes startle widely, he’s on his feet before he can even think about what he’s doing.

“Hey!” he shouts, ambling towards the duo. Y/N’s head snaps towards him, her lips parted slightly, and the man’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Harry—”

“What do you mean?” he sneers, standing from his bar stool.

“She’s clearly not interested,” Harry growls, standing beside Y/N protectively. “Fuck off, yeah? Don’t fucking touch her unless she asks you to.”

“How do you know she’s not interested?”

“Harry—”

He glances down at her, and his heart nearly shatters in his chest when he sees her watery eyes. She’s giving him a silent plea to stop so he presses his lips into a thin line, reality hitting him square in the face. He didn’t have a reason to do this. Y/N isn’t his, and she doesn’t need him to stand up for her.

Embarrassed, Harry stumbles away. He can hear his friends calling after him, but he needs air. When he makes his way out of the crowded bar and the chilly winter climate hits him, he slides down against the brick exterior of the bar, letting out a shaky breath.

What is he doing?

With his eyes shut tightly, he doesn’t even notice when Y/N sits down next to him. It takes him a few moments to bat his eyelashes open, swallowing as he takes in her bundled up form. She has a puffer jacket wrapped around her, her breath creating thick clouds every time she exhales.

“You alright?” she asks softly. Harry nods, leaning his head back.

“Sorry about that,” he mutters, “I don’t know what got into me.”

She shrugs her shoulders. “To be fair, I was uncomfortable, and I didn’t like that he touched me.”

That makes Harry feel a tad bit better, but he’s still overwhelmed with humiliation. He can’t stop playing the interaction in his head, replaying how ridiculous he must’ve looked.

“Are you okay, then?” Harry asks a few moments later.

She hums, picking at a loose thread from the hem of her sweater. “I’m drunk.” she admits with a soft peel of laughter.

“Me too.”

They both chuckle lightly. Y/N glances at Harry in her peripheral vision. Maybe it’s the wine goggles, or maybe it’s because she, admittedly so, is thankful he stepped in the way he did, but she thinks he looks cute. Drunk and flushed, a dimple popping out on his right cheek every time he smiles or laughs, Y/N wishes she could memorize the way he looks right now.

It would be easier to get along with him if he always acted this way.

“Why are we so mean to each other?” she blurts out. Harry leans his cheek on his knee, bunching his sweater up over his hands. With a wrinkle between his brows, he contemplates her question.

“You don’t like me,” he answers slowly. “I guess that’s not a reason, but… that’s how it happened, isn’t it?”

“I only started acting this way because you tease me all the time.”

Harry shrugs. “I don’t mean it.”

She scoffs, “You sure act like you do.”

His throat goes dry. He supposes she doesn’t have a reason to think otherwise, given the childish, mocking nature of most of their interactions. If he’s being truthful, though, he hates that.

“It’s just… it’s stupid, isn’t it?” he asks, not entirely sure if he’s being rhetorical. “That we’re so rude to one another for no reason.”

“Well, I don’t like the way you speak to me,” Y/N says with a straightened spine. Harry glances at her, his eyes dipping to the long sleeve black shirt she’s wearing. The back of it exposes her spine, all the way down to just above where her hips begin. He swallows, willing his drunk brain to pay attention.

“I’m sorry.” he rasps. He means it, or at least Drunk Harry does.

She hums, pulling her jacket tighter around her body.

“Do you have a cigarette I can bum?” he asks. He doesn’t actually want one and he only ever smokes them when he’s drinking — they’re bad for the lungs and all, and Coach would kill him for it anyway — but he’s willing to say anything to change the subject. When he looks at her, she’s nibbling on her bottom lip, lost in thought, but shakes her head.

“No, sorry. I don’t smoke,” she swallows. “How much do you think we’ll regret this conversation tomorrow?”

“What d’you mean?”

“I’m always embarrassed by the shit I say when I’m fucked,” Y/N admits. “Spend most of my hangover anxious about whatever came out of my mouth.”

Harry chuckles, swaying a bit as he stands up from his seat on the sidewalk. He looks down at her expectedly, reaching his hand out to help her up.

“C’mon then. Walk me home. We’re this far, we may as well really embarrass ourselves.”

Y/N laughs, crinkles forming in the creases of her eyes. She stands across from him, looking as if she’s actually contemplating it for a moment — but then she bites her lip, shaking her head.

“What, you don’t wanna come smoke out the window at Casa de Harry?”

That really makes her giggle and Harry can’t help but grin, his chest warming at the feeling of making her laugh.

“No, I should get back to my friends.” she says. She rolls her lips into her mouth and bounces on her feet, the cold clearly getting to her. “Are you really going home?”

He nods. “Change your mind?”

“No, I’ve never smoked a cigarette and I don’t plan on tonight being the night.”

“I’ll get you there eventually.”

She rolls her eyes, though the small smile on her lips tells him that he’s done something right tonight.

“If you’re heading back alone, can you just text me so I know you make it home safe?” she asks, twisting her body to face the entrance of the bar. She turns to see his surprised expression, but he nods, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

“Sure,” he replies, “I can do that.”

“Okay. Thanks, Harry.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N.”

She blinks, standing there for a beat longer. She looks like she’s thinking about something again, but instead she flashes him a tight smile and walks back inside.

When Harry’s hustled home safely, he brings up their text thread. It’s a recent one in his history, since she sent him some stretches to do to help with his achy hips a few days ago. He nibbles on his bottom lip as he quickly writes out a message — the cold sobered him up a fair amount, but he’s still tipsy enough to not be embarrassed by this tonight. Tomorrow will be a different story.

At the bar, Y/N’s smiling to herself as she reads his text: Made it home. I hope we can start being nice to each other.

“Y/NNNNN,” a drunken peel of laughter from Lea drags her attention from her phone, “Who are you texting?!”

She laughs and stuffs her phone back in her pocket. “No one, nosy!”

“‘s Harry,” Rena slurs, eyes widening playfully as she lifts her drink to her lips, “You two just really need to hate fuck and get it out of your systems already!”

Y/N rolls her eyes, waving them off as they begin to chatter about something else — but her mind is elsewhere, her eyes mentally scanning over Harry’s biceps bulging beneath the tee-shirt he wore tonight, or his toned abs shaking just a bit in their yoga class earlier this week.

And the more she contemplates it, the more she wonders if an alcohol-fueled hate fuck is exactly what they need.

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Monster Trio with a Girlfriend that has an Oral Fixation Headcanons(NSFW)

@444katsuki …..u inspired this you wh/re

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Bad Summary: You like to suck their dick alot.

CW: Oral.🧍🏾‍♀️, finger sucking, tongue sucking, slightly OOC Luffy(?), pet names

Zoro

He doesn’t necessarily get why you have it, but he isn’t complaining.

He found it hot, especially whenever he lets you taste yourself on his tongue you always end up sucking on his and it drives him insane

You’ve told him you enjoy going down on him, whether he returns the favor or not you love the feeling of his heavy brown tip touching your tongue.

Zoro would be lying if he didn’t find your need to wrap your lips around his cock hot, so he allows you the freedom to do so when neither of you are busy.

“Sssshit! Y/N!”

This is the second nap today he’s woken up to your soft kisses on his brown tip, already twitching and leaking against your lips.

Sometimes you worry him, because he can be in the corner of the deck and once you catch him legs spread you look to be greeted with that pretty thick print on those sweats you got him. And then moments later you’re sitting on your knees palming the Print practically licking at the sight

You don’t know what it is either. You’re tried lolipops, candy, anything to occupy your mouth to satisfy your need, but nothing compares to the bitter taste of your man’s dick really.

You love how he uses your mouth, you love how it feels sliding in his thick vein under his shaft grazing your tongue, you can’t help but to roll your eyes and moan at how delicious he taste.

And Zoro fucking love you for that.

“You’re such a slut for my cock. Fuck—! Keep going just like that, pretty girl.”

Looking up to Zoro’s pretty tanned face colored in red now, holding up his white tank top in his mouth for a better view of you, forehead trickling in sweat not wanting to look away from the cum spilling out of the corner of your mouth.

Even when you finish you’re not really done. You want more, you need more, and Zoro knows this. So, he sucks up the pain of overstimulation and let’s you use his cock until you’re satisfied. Besides he loves knowing how easy it will be to slide inside you once you’re finished

You just can’t help yourself. You love your swordsman.

Luffy

Doesn’t care to know why you like going down on him, but it’s fascinating.

He found out after he let you do it first before he went down on you and he was amazed at how wet you were.

“You’ve never been this wet, y/n! Did you pee?”

“NO! I just…really like…sucking—…”

“My dick? You like sucking my dick? Then do it again!”

When he acknowledges and learns about you enjoying things in your mouth he improves quite alot in touching you. Meaning the kisses are more sloppy, and he even explores different ways to satisfy your ich.

He was more than happy to let you do it as much as you like, only on one condition:

You have to play with yourself as you do it.

Luffy loves. Watching your small fingers rub that cute little clit of yours for him. He is always left in a trance seeing you fuck yourself.

So here is your captain, laying on his elbows on your bed, as you are on the side of him lapping your tongue around his brown tip, and plunging your fingers inside your embarrassingly wet cunt

“You’re so—-ah! Good at this.”

You shiver feeling his hand glide against your ass, spreading it a little to get a better view. Sometimes when he sees your fingers slow down he bucks his hips into your mouth to refocus

“Ah ah!” He stretches his hand to guide your fingers to swirl on your clit faster. “Keep rubbing, mami.”

His accent change always caused you to moan, Luffy’s pelvis is a wet mess with how sloppy your sucks became. You swore he used his powers to grow his dick. Your jaw felt like it may lock.

But it’s not like you wanted to stop. Feeling his shaft drag in and out of your slutty mouth as he thrusted up into you made you rub your clit harder

“There you go! Ah!—-‘s good!”

You could cum right now to the feeling alone, Luffy finishes in your mouth, leaving you both a panting mess.

“Alright ….let’s do it on the Sunny’s head i wanna fish and I know you still wanna suck it.”

Have fun because now Luffy will have your throat busy during dinner if you’re not careful

Sanji

He wants to marry you when you tell him.

He had a hunch you had an oral fixation like he did when everytime he’d finish fingering you you were so needy to suck on them. It was such a sight to see your fucked out face cleaning up the arousal you left on his fingers riling him up again

You both are very open about your sexual desires so you explain to him you like pleasuring him, now on one side he is elated. You greet him every other morning under the sheets with a kiss to his hard cock leaving him a happy mess all day.

But we all have to remember Sanji believes his One purpose of being your man is to pleasure you. So it deems a bit of a challenge when you tell him you just wanna suck him off and nothing in return.

“But…I can’t just have you give me all the love! I have to return the favor!”

So. You come up with the best solution.

69!

“Sh-shit, darling you! Ah fuck!”

You get so caught up with his pretty cock twitching uncontrollably under your tongue when you lick his slit, he whimpers each time inside your pussy, moaning at how well you take all of him.

But it wasn’t enough, you were greedy. You wanted to really FEEL ALL of Sanji inside you.

“Ji….please…” You get off of him, he was confused seeing your tired messy face gently guide him to the wall kissing his lips to then slide your tongue inside his mouth, the remnant of his cum filling his senses made his eyes roll back.

You couldn’t word what you wanted so you held his face for a moment to watch you sit on your knees, sliding his painfully hard cock back inside you, both of you share a moan as he gripped his fists so tightly.

You grab them, guiding them to hold your head. You place your hands on his thigh, not breaking eye contact with him, Sanji’s nose bleeds a little, face so pink as his tip you kept pulling out to kiss.

“I love your cock so much Ji…”

“Y-y/n baby!—-ffffffuck!”

He was so whiney, drool threatening to leave his mouth, he softly started to move his hips not daring to go to harshly in face fucking you.

“G-good?” Sanji asks before throwing his head back on the wall. You hum. His needy cock was something you couldn’t replace to help you.

Sanji continues to watch you, taking long blinks at your messy your breast became with saliva and his semen. But you looked beautiful none the less.

Of course though once you finish Sanji doesn’t care how much you plead and try to convince him you’re okay you already came from sucking his dick. He didn’t take no for an answer. He laid you down like the princess you were to him and got to work on driving you inside with his tongue.

“You can’t forget I love licking this pussy too, my love. Relax for me. Let me take care of you.”

Sanji wouldn’t replace you for the world right now.

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She’s so cute

Kaz brekker x fem!reader x Nina Zenik. +18 Drabble.

This is just something I thought, man my head is a sinful place. Sorry for this.

The reader in this is more of the sunshine character…I love seeing them get destroyed.

Warnings: Threesome, you getting all the attention, kaz being comfortable with touch, Chocking, Spanking, Dom/Sub themes, being shared, Mommy/Daddy kink. wh*re calling.

You were always a joy to be around no matter the weather, the time of day, or whatever room you were in. You’d make everyone around you feel safe and comfortable, flashing a smile and did anything you could. But there was a little darkness within you, and that’s having sticky fingers. It was surprising to know that you could steal anything off of anyone, a skill that landed you a roll in the crows.

Kaz at first didn’t know why you smiled all the time, how you could always be happy when the world was horrible? Then, time started to go on and he found himself liking the smile you always showed. He’s started to take in other things too, like your hair and the way you styled it, or the laugh that came out of your mouth. Then to the clothes you’d wear and he couldn’t help his glare that would explore your figure.

Nina from the start was all over you, becoming amazing friends from right off the bat. She did notice how attractive you were to her, how she felt when she looked at you. Both of you had a lot of things in common and that only let the bond grow. It wasn’t until you laid your head on her shoulders that the feeling in her stomach started, the one she knew all to well. After that she couldn’t get enough of you. It was the hugs that caused you to press up against her, the hand you held for fun, or the way you bent down to pick up something.

The looks they gave you didn’t go unnoticed by the other, it was actually knowledge to everyone but you. It started off as a friendly competition to who could make you smile the most, or to who could get closer. Until they came to a agreement to share you, it was perfect because they loved you the same. So they shared you, after you accepted their offer— But who wouldn’t?

That’s how you’d end up in this situation over and over again. With kaz holding your arms behind your back and using them for a way to pull you back into him. Kaz’s cock rammed into your pussy, his hips slammed up into you with a grunt in his voice. Nina was standing in front of you with admiration in her eyes and her finger rubbing your clit to make you scream.

Pleasure overflowed within you at everything they did. You’d moan and cry out with each thrust and it added more to have Nina’s fingers pressed onto you. “She’s just too cute.” Nina smirked and praised you. You didn’t open your eyes but threw your head back onto Kaz’s shoulder. “She clinched when you said that to her,” he moved his head over and got close to your ear, “You like when she praises you?”

You nodded your head and whimpered, Nina giggled at your flustered state. They’ve fucked you so hard you forgot your name, but you continue to get shy. “Tell mommy how much you liked it.” She mumbled and leaned closer, her free hand grabbed ahold of your chin and pulled you forward, forcing you to open your eyes.

The mischief in her eyes was too sexy, the look of her beautiful face staring. You didn’t have time to think when kaz slammed his hips in with force and made you cry out. His cock held itself there and was balls deep. Nina looked at him with a arched brow, kaz just smirked and shrugged. “I like it when she’s surprised.” Nina could understand. Their attention went back to you, as you caught a few breaths.

“I like it when you compliment me, mommy. Love it so much,” you stumbled on your words and looked at her with teary eyes. “Please do it more.” They got a feeling of pride at how you begged without even being told to, you were trained so well. Nina smirked and stepped closer and got close to your lips going for a kiss, “Then take it like a good girl and you’ll get more.”

You chocked back a cry as her hand wrapped around your throat the same time his cock started to move again. The feeling of his cock moving faster and hard made it so hard to stand, or how her hands went back to your clit and rubbed it how you liked it. “Such a good little whore.” Kaz groaned into your ear and slapped your ass.

You arched your back but couldn’t do it much with your arms held behind your back. “She is crying so pretty, I think she just needed a good cock in that pretty little pussy.” Looking at her with a tear rolling down your cheek at the pleasure getting to much. Kaz grins, “She takes her daddy’s cock so well, my little princess.” His lips kissed the side of your neck.

You whimpered and felt yourself get closer to the edge, yourselves getting tensed and more sensitive. Kaz could feel it and it made him twitch inside, himself getting to the same point you were. Ninas amusement was over the roof to see you get fucked hard and kaz losing his composure. You were so glad you have both of them to love you, to fuck you like you deserve.

What overpowered any common ground between the two of them was how much they loved to ruin you.

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f4ll-for-you · 6 months

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Sick Day | Rafe Cameron

I am ridiculously obsessed with Drew and the characters he plays so here is a little random (unedited) Rafe fluff🫶

Luckily, because of Rafes job, and money, you were able to do what you wanted. Meaning you worked in a small bookstore, something that had always been your dream, but never seemed like a feasible career until you started dating Rafe.

It took a lot of convincing on his part for you to take the job, the guilt of not bringing in enough money eating away at you.

However, in truth, if Rafe had it his way, you wouldn’t work at all. He adored being the man of the house, the one to take care of you and his future family.

As usual, you got up, kissed Rafe goodbye and headed off to the small bookstore in town, but today, your head was pounding.

You don’t know where it came from, but you could feel yourself getting sick, feeling dizzy and exhausted for no apparent reason.

After an hour at work that morning, your boss had sent you home, insisting that you rest and let Rafe take care of you.

“Sally, I’m fine, besides Rafe is busy, he can’t take time off for just a stupid cold” you argued.

“Home!” She insisted, pointing at the door.

Sally was your mother’s age, kind and caring, but also blunt when she needed to be.

You made your way back to your car as your headache worsened, luckily the drive to your house wasn’t far.

As you arrived to your house, exhaustion overtook your body, you dropped your things by the door and made your way to the large sofa, snuggling up in blankets.

A couple of hours passed before you awoke, pain and dizziness circling in your head as you opened your eyes.

You knew you should call Rafe, he’d want to know, you were always his priority, but he’d been so busy this week you didn’t want to worry him, knowing he’d come home instantly to look after you.

After several deep breaths, you managed to sit up slowly, letting your eyes adjust to the light.

It had been hours since you’d eaten anything, your stomach reminded you, the emptiness making you feel sick.

Step by step you made your way to the kitchen, finding the easiest meal you could make. You opted for some biscuits, hoping they would give you enough energy to make a proper meal once you felt up to it.

However, halfway to the kitchen your vision started to go blurry, black spots dotted your view and before you knew it, you’d passed out.

Rafe had been incredibly busy at work recently, excited to finally close the deal on this job, he’d decided to go home early and surprise you by being the first one home for once.

It had got to early afternoon and he’d had enough, knowing everyone around him was perfectly capable of wrapping things up, he was just there watching over his team, which he decided probably wasn’t helping.

On his way home he stopped to grab your favourite flowers and snacks, smiling as he paid the cashier.

“She’s a lucky girl” the cashier commented, noting Rafes beaming smile.

“She deserves it.”

He made his way back to his car and drove back towards the house. His stomach filled with confusion as he saw your car in the driveway.

Usually you’d tell him if you got off work early so he instantly knew something was wrong.

It had only been minutes since you’d fainted, you came to hearing the front door open, feeling the light prick your eyelids painfully.

“Baby!” You heard Rafe shout with worry, hearing the thud as he dropped whatever he was carrying.

“Baby, oh my god, what’s happened?”

You could only grumble in response.

Rafe quickly scooped you up, gently re wrapping the blanket around you as he carried you up to your shared room.

He noticed how pale you were as he realised you must have been sent home sick. Guilt filled his stomach, you hadn’t told him, probably because you didn’t want to disturb him when he’d been so busy. It was all his fault. You could’ve been seriously hurt, or left there for hours.

Rafe placed you down gently, taking off his jacket and shoes before cuddling up to you. He knew all you wanted when you were sick was cuddles.

After a few minutes, you began to feel normal again and Rafe insisted on getting you a glass of water and something sugary. Although he was terrified to leave your side, he knew you needed food and water to recover.

“Don’t leave me” you whimpered, finally feeling better in his arms.

“I’ll be right back princess” he kissed your forehead and practically ran down the stairs.

He brought up a water, energy drink and the snacks he’d brought for your cozy night in. “Here, sit up for me angel” he spoke softly as helped you sit against your plush pillows, bringing the glass of water to your lips as you attempted to drink.

“You gave me a scare, why didn’t you tell me you felt sick?” He asked, stroking your head as you tried to look away. This was exactly what you didn’t want, him having to drop everything to care for you.

“I didn’t want to disturb you at work, you had so much important stuff on and I was gonna wait until you got back” you mumbled, realising how stupid it was for you not to call him.

“Oh angel, you are the most important thing, work never comes before you and your health, you know that” he reassured you, kissing your forehead gently as tears fell from your eyes.

“I know” you sniffled.

“Shhh come here” he engulfed you in a hug once more as he knelt beside your side of the bed.

“Now, eat something for me and have some medicine, do you think it’s a migraine?”

You nodded slowly as Rafe instantly got up, making sure you were okay and comfortable before getting back into bed himself.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in his arms, letting the medication kick in as you napped. You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend.

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sporesgalaxy · 10 months

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good morning on this fine friday at 5am my time! circe clawthorne jumpscare.

I truly think this is very very close to final, moreso than usual lol. I'm quite happy with this

I really can't tell if it would be more difficult for me to try and convert this into proper paragraphs or make it a comic...

well here it is. but wait there will be more!

•••

?: [distantly] Philip?

?: [closer] Philip!

?: Philip Wittebane!!!

P: [weirded out cuz hes in the middle of the woods] What in the–

C: [running up to him excitedly] Philip!!! It’s SO good to see you again!!!

P: [backing away] See me again? Do we know each other, Miss?

C: !

C: Come on, Philip!

C: Surely the King of the Witch Hunters can recognize the Dread Witch Beezelbella when he sees her!

—

P: …

C: [smile falters nervously] ...

[Philip bolts]

C: Wh- Philip!

[He sprints through the woods as fast as he can, but weaving between the trees slows him down.]

[Circe suddenly cuts Philip off, riding on her staff]

P: [flinches away from her so violently that he falls on his ass] GAH!!

C: What are you running away for?!

P: [shielding his face, peeking at her erratically, as if afraid to look directly at her for too long] You’re not real!! You’re some cruel illusion!!

P: Sent to– to torment me, or tempt me to forfeit my soul to the devil!

P: Well it WON’T WORK!! So– gh– [flails his hands in her general direction] BEGONE!

–

C: No no no no! No tricks, I promise!

C: [REALIZES SHE IS LEVITATING] Ah!!! Er…

[she jumps off the staff and holds it behind her conspicuously, too frantic to remember to store it as a palisman]

C: [smiling nervously] I meant to save that for later!

P: [STARING]

C: Here. :) [holds out her free hand to help him up]

P: [looks somewhere btwn angry and scandalized]

[Philip pushes himself further away from her before standing up on his own. He struggles a little because he now seems reluctant to take his eyes off her. Circe looks saddened but not entirely surprised.]

C: Really, I--

[tries to gesture, but is still holding the staff in one hand, and ends up accidentally swinging it towards Philip.]

[Philip flinches again, and stares at it like it might explode.]

[Circe quickly reduces the staff to just a bird and pockets the palisman in her cloak]

C: [smiling apologetically, holding up palms to show she’s unarmed] I’d never dream of hurting you!!

C: [looking at him and still smiling but with pleading, sad eyes] You know that, don't you Philip? No matter how we've changed, I...I'll always love you.

P: [mentally recalculating] …I...see.

C: [beams] Yes!! I pinky promise! [holds out pinky for a second, but quickly drops it]

P: [less defensive body language, but still clearly a little wary] Hm…

–

C: [a bit nervier] Ah-- before we go any further, I need to re-introduce myself!!

P: [skeptical] Re-introduce?

C: [trying to stay chipper but looking more stressed] I know I look different, but it’s…it’s still me!! [she pulls her hair back into a ponytail, looking a bit uncomfortable] See?

P: The…Dread Witch Beezelbella.

C: [frustrated] Your sis– your sibling!!! You know, the one who raised you?? Who spent all those years putting gruel on the table??

P: [frowning] The one who died seven years ago.

C: Er– well– I had to...go away for a while. But I’m here now!!

C: [trying to bulldoze through it] And really hardly anything has changed!

C: I've simply learned I’m much happier being your sister! That’s not too complicated, is it? You understand, don’t you??

P: I…suppose–

C: [bulldozing again] Spectacular!!!!

C: So, you’ll call me Ci– [seems to realize something] Er…just C.C. is fine for now! [nervy smile]

[Philip gives her a perplexed look]

C: Probably easier and, er…good for an Adjustment Period! [nods to herself]

P: [mostly just baffled] …C.C.

C: [nodding more] You've got it!! Same person, new gender! None of the old name and no man words, pretty please!

P: --

C: [before Philip can reply] Great!!!

C: Now, with all THAT out of the way: It’s YOUR turn! [stepping closer to him, as though she wants to hold his hands] Tell me everything! How are you?! What’s happened while I was gone? What have you been up to??

–

P: [leaning away] Oh. Er…

P: I’m…doing very well. I… [“thinks”, bringing a finger to his chin a little too theatrically]

P: …Goodness, so much has changed, I’m not even sure where to start!

P: Really, you ought to just visit the house with me and see what’s changed for yourself. [grabs her arm and gently tugs]

C: [Withdraws, very nervous] Oh, no no no, I can't go into town.

C: You and I of all people should know how–!

C: --!

C: [Squints]

P: …Is something the matter?

C: [Squints harder]

C: ...Do NOT Witch-hunt me, Philip!!!!

P: I have no idea what you’re talking about. I'm only trying to show you--

C: Oh for goodness' sake, NO!!!! I will NOT set foot in that town EVER again!!

P: ...Then you should wait here for just a moment, and I'll return shortly– [beginning to walk away]

C: [Grabs his arm to stop him leaving] [exasperated] I am not an idiot, Philip!!!

C: [sighs] Look, I know this is going to be difficult for you to accept, but magic didn't turn me evil! I'm still just ME!

P: [MAIDENLESS STARE]

–

[Circe continues holding Philip’s arm to keep him there, and for now, he lets her.]

C: As it turns out, you DON’T have to sell your soul for magic! We were completely wrong about it!

P: [EXTREMELY skeptical] Is that so?

C: [frustrated] It’s true! I could prove it to you!

C: ...Well, I guess I can’t PROVE that I still have a soul. Not that I know of. [to herself] I wonder if there’s a spell for that…

P: [extremely sarcastic] Perhaps we ought to enlighten the entire town to the existence of this fascinating *benign sorcery*.

C: [annoyed] Really, Philip?

P: Well, why not?? Since you can *prove* that it’s harmless, let's go prove it to everybody! It would make our lives *so* much easier…

C: Stop it.

—

P: Why, no one would have to do chores ever again!

C: Philip!

P: Maybe we could all be in one big witch’s coven together--

C: ENOUGH!!

C: You've been clear enough already!!!! You still don't like magic, and you don't trust me!!!

C: [takes a deep breath] ...

[Gently, Circe lets go of Philip's arm, which she had been gripping rather tightly.]

[She watches as though expecting Philip to bolt again, but he doesn't.]

[She fidgets with her sleeve as she continues.]

C: Philip, please. Just...just listen to me for a moment.

P: [Opens mouth, looking indignant]

C: [cutting Philip off] You don't have to believe me! I know that you...probably won't. I had hoped--

C: [doesnt finish that thought, looking bitterly sad]

C: ...There's something I need to tell you, but I want to know you'll listen.

P: [scoffs] Why bother if you know I won't fall for it?

C: Because...! Because I have to do something!

C: ...Philip--

[She reaches toward him, and he shrinks back.]

P: You've been gone for nearly a decade.

C: ... [confirmingly guilty face]

P: It took you that long to-- to bother telling me anything?!

P: Why in the hell would I want to believe that?!

—–

P: How could I?!

P: How could I possibly believe that you’d *vanish without a trace,*

P: and then– *reappear out of thin air,* just because-- what, the whim finally struck you???

C: No--! It-- it wasn't a whim, Philip, I would never--!

P: [pulling at his hair] AGH!! Then where have you *been??!!!* Why come back *now??!*

C: I-- it's difficult to explain--

P: I spent YEARS trying to hunt down that *witch*–!

[Circe grimacing/wincing rxn shot]

P: [gesticulating wildly] YEARS hopelessly wondering what might’ve become of you!!!!!

P: I WASTED my LIFE searching for answers!!!!

P: Of course I don't want to believe this!! That you could have come back this whole time, but-- [voice breaking]

P: ...But you chose not to.

–

C: 😟

P: [still angry, but quieter now] And what a cruel joke it would be, for you to finally be here.

P: [hand gravitating towards knife on belt] After I’d finally managed to give *up* on you.

[Circe wants to hug him. She wishes he were still small enough that she could pick him up and squeeze him with all her might. But she thinks better of it. No matter how much she loved Philip, she couldn't afford to trust him right now.]

[Philip's hand is hovering over the spot where Circe knows his knife sheath to be. She feels her heart break a little more.]

[She steadily meets his eyes and keeps her hands at her sides, ready to pull out her staff if necessary. She won't be able to hurt him the way he's apparently resolved to hurt her, but she could run away.]

[She had desperately hoped that Gravesfield's claws wouldn't be sunken so deeply into him, but she knew what it took to survive there. And he had been forced to survive it even longer than her.]

C: ...I’m sorry, Philip.

P: ...

C: I'm sorry for leaving you in Gravesfield alone.

C: I didn't think I had a choice.

[Circe shifts her weight uncomfortably. It feels wrong, measuring how she speaks to Philip, her brother, the person who knew her better than anyone not too long ago. But he isn't the only one she's protecting anymore.]

C: ...truthfully, I…

[It feels loathesome to admit after so many years of spending so much of her energy hiding it.]

C: …I thought you would be better off without me.

—

P: [genuine confusion] ...What?

C: You're a genius, Philip. I knew you could do anything you put your mind to. Make a real future for yourself.

C: But I-- I could barely even keep us fed until we--

C: [looking terribly guilty] ...started working together.

C: I thought that once you could take care of yourself...

C: You could have a normal, happy life. Without me.

P: [pissed] And how do you know that you couldn't be a part of it!? You ran away before you even tried!!

C: I tried for years!! All my trying ever did was put targets on our backs!!!

C: [bitterly] Because I couldn't hold down any job but the most dangerous in Gravesfield.

---

P: What targets?! We were heroes!

P: If you had just stayed, if you had never listened to that witch, we still would be!!

P: Did she say I'd be better off without you?! Is that how she convinced you to leave?!

C: [low, serious] No.

C: I... [ashamed] ...I made up my mind before I met Evelyn.

C: I had already decided you were better off without me.

C: [intense] She's the reason I'm still here to discuss it with you.

P: [shocked, unsettled, doesn't want to process that]

P: That...that can't be true! Everything was fine until she came along!! This was all her fault!!

P: You'd still be normal if it weren't for her!!!

C: [angry on Evelyn's behalf] No!!! I was never normal!!!!

C: And you were the only person who couldn't seem to tell!!!

C: [tearing up] It was going to get us both killed, sooner or later!!!

C: *I* was going to get us killed, because I'm like this!! Because *I* can't live a normal life!!

C: I wanted to protect you. To make your life easier than mine had been, but--

P: You were protecting me just fine before you ran away!!!

P: And what's this nonsense about us getting killed?! We were heroes! We saved the whole town from evil!

C: We were never heroes! We weren't saving anyone!

C: We punished people who didn't fit in!

P: Didn't "fit in??"

P: We punished monsters!! Demons who tortured our neighbors!!

P: Any one of those witches would have sacrificed all of Gravesfield to the Devil had we not stopped them!!

C: And what about us, Philip?!

C: Is there anyone in Gravesfield we wouldn't have sacrificed, had the court willed it?!!

C: [crying] We were such hypocrites!

C: The suspicion, the accusations-- it was exactly the way they used to treat us!! We were outsiders, too!!

P: [falters. that kinda gets to him but he wants to pretend it didnt]

C: [miserable] I justified so many awful things to myself. To you.

C: All because I was too scared to see the truth.

C: And once I finally did...I was too gutless to ask you to face it.

C: We were never any better than anyone else.

C: All of it...

C: It was just murder.

P: [not as much conviction] Don't be ridiculous--!

C: Don't be naive!!

P: ...

C: ...

C: ...I am truly sorry, Philip.

C: I'm sorry that I got us into this mess.

C: I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you like I was supposed to.

C: I was rash. And stupid. But I only ever wanted to keep you safe.

C: ...I still want you to be safe. I'd hoped you could understand, but...

C: [difficult for her to give up on him] ...if you refuse to listen...there's nothing that I can do.

P: [trying to not want it to be real] ...

[Philip looks conflicted, frustrated, trying to find his anger and righteousness again]

P: I-- rrgh!! You're impossible!!!

[He begins to walk in one direction, pulling at his hair, then suddenly turns on his heel and walks the other way again]

P: [exasperated, tring to convince himself] Literally! This is-- this is all impossible...!

[He buries his face in his hands and plops down on a log with an angry grunt]

[Circe watches him, wondering what he’s thinking now.]

[After he just sits there with his face in his hands for a moment, she slowly approaches and sits carefully next to him.]

P: [he is resting his elbows on his legs. He clasps his hands, uncovering his face, forehead against his intertwined fists.]

P: ...

[shot of Circe looking at him sadly]

–

C: …Are you happy in Gravesfield?

P: [Hands still clasped, his eyes open, looking into the woods] …

C: Philip?

P: [flatly] That doesn’t matter.

C: [Leaning forward, trying to look in his eyes] …It matters to *me*…

[Philip unclasps his hands but remains hunched over. He instead holds his elbows, which still rest on his legs. Does not look at Circe.]

P: [cold] So you say.

[Circe shrinks back]

[the two sit in silence for a moment. Birds chirp, and the bare tree branches sway in the breeze above them.]

–

C: [quietly] …are the trials as bad as they used to be?

P: …

P: [even tone] Less frequent.

C: [hopeful] That’s good.

P: … [furrows his eyebrows]

C: Do you still–

P: Yes.

C: [saddened] …

P: I am protecting people.

P: I’ve prevented what happened to you from happening again a dozen times over.

[Circe pales. Philip still is not looking at her.]

P: [clearly bitter about something] I’m *careful.* [seeming more vexed than proud] I’ve done more research than *anyone.*

C: [examining his face] …Research?

P: …

C: [dawning ] Do they *understand* that’s what your doing?

P: [intensely, looking only at the ground] It doesn’t matter. I can prove it.

C: [scared] Philip, are you in danger?

P: [breaks a twig off a branch on the fallen log with his left hand] [curtly] *No.*

P: [looks annoyed at the stick momentarily. passes it to his right hand] Because *I* am not a witch.

P: [slightly hesitant] …obviously.

—-

[Philip starts doodling in the dirt with the twig]

C: [losing patience with his stubborness] Do you honestly still believe that only real witches get accused? Get *punished?*

P: [stops drawing. gives her an angry sideways glance. then glares at the dirt again] …

P: …*Yes.*

P: As long as you do it *correctly.*

C: [furrows eyebrows] ……

[Philip resumes, scratching the dirt more forcefully.]

C: But–

P: Witches die because they are born doomed.

[as he says “doomed,” Philip finishes drawing The Belos Mask with a final, forceful scratch]

C: That’s what we were *told*. That doesn’t mean it’s true.

[Circe looks at Philip, expression somewhere between grim and pleading, but he won’t look up from his sketch]

——

P: [darkly] What does that mean for you, then?

[Circe is taken off-guard]

P: Do your witch-friends know what you used to do?

P: Or are you lying to them, too?

C: I–!

C: …

C: [quieter] …Not all of them know.

P: [snidely] Hmph.

C: [with a bit more conviction] But the ones that *do* know…

C: They know that I was scared. And trying to keep us safe.

C: There are people who understand that I truly thought I was doing the right thing.

C: [guilt] That I would give anything to undo it now…

C: [focusing on Philip again] They trust me, and love me, even though I’ve made…terrible mistakes. Even though I’ll *always* make mistakes.

C: [trying REALLY hard to get through to Philip] *Gravesfield isn’t all there is.*

P: …

[Philip scratches out the doodle forcefully.]

P: [unhappily] Good for you.

—-

[a prolonged beat of silence, save Philip’s stick scraping against the ground as he scribbles slowly, randomly on the spot where the doodle used to be]

C: ...If you want–

[suddenly, Philip throws his stick to the ground and turns to Circe]

P: [frustrated noise] Would you just get this over with already?!

C: [taken aback] What?

P: For Christ's sake, I don’t care what you want anymore!! Just take it!!!

P: You win! Enough with this awful vision!!

C: [baffled] Wha–! I-I’m not–! You still don’t believe that I’m real?!

——-

P: You *can’t* be!

P: [breaking a little] I only *want* you to be real!

P: I *want* you to be *alive*!

P: I don’t *want* to be *alone* any longer!!

P: But you insist on dragging out this awful charade!!

P: [becoming more desperate than angry] Why can’t you just lie to me?!

P: Tell me that you never wanted to leave at all!! That you're back for good! That nothing’s changed!!

P: *Something*– *anything* that’s actually easy to go along with!!! Isn't that what you're supposed to do?!

[Circe looks hurt]

P: Don't I even get to die thinking that I could be reunited with– with you?!

P: [losing steam] …What could you possibly want that you haven’t had the chance to take from me already…?

[a beat. Circe’s expression has closed off considerably. Philip rubs his face for a moment, then looks up again.]

P: Please. Get it over with. Kill me, or whatever it is you came here to do.

P: Or for God’s sake leave me be.

[wide shot of them sitting in unhappy silence]

——

C: [very quietly] …Alright.

[Circe stands, brushes her skirt off. Philip remains sitting, not looking at her]

C: I suppose I’ve done all that I can, then.

P: …

C: I won’t disturb you again.

P: …….

C: I’m still thankful that I could see you one last time.

P: ………..

C: [trying to keep composed] Please…stay safe. Take care of yourself.

P: ……………..

—

C: I love you.

P: …………… … …

C: [offscreen] Goodbye, Philip.

[she walks away]

[a beat passes]

[Philips resolve breaks. As he looks up–]

P: Ca– C.C., I–

[–he realizes he is alone again.]

P: ….

P: [slowly, he stands. brushes his jacket off. walks away.]

#circe clawthorne #toh #suicide mention #<- still just implicative but closer to explicitly referenced now #ohhh they both have so many problems. yippee!!!!

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fluffansmut-old · 1 year

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Hope you're not over run with requests I really love your writing. I was hoping you could do something a little differently like eddie/reader are dating and his friend who's had a crush on him tries to break them up etc I'm always reading fics where reader is the best friend and eddie breaks up with the gf for her and tbh I want to see it the other way around where the gf is really sweet and nice and his friends tries to break them up but eddie choses the reader instead bc well he loves her.

A/N: Thank you so much! Requests like these makes my heart so warm, I really hope I interpreted the request like you imagined it. Also Chrissy had to take the role of the flirty friend here. Really hope you like it!

Summary: Chrissy has an obvious crush on the man you´re dating, and maybe she´s better for him than you are...

Content warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, hurt/comfort.

Word count: 1670

Fic is also posted on Ao3

Requests are open, so if you have any leave them.

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I can never be her

Her giggle used to be cute in middle school but now you just found it infuriating…

Ever since that time she bought weed from Eddie for this homecoming party, Chrissy Cunningham started to make appearances around your friendship group when you least expected it.

Objectively you knew that she was kind, that she was gorgeous and undeniably charming.

The problem was that she was kind and charming towards the guy you were dating.

You and Eddie had not expressly said that you were exclusive and up until Chrissy started inviting herself you hadn’t felt the need to express what you and Eddie were. Everyone else just sorta knew, by the way his hand always seemed to find yours. How your chair more or less always was empty, because Eddie's lap was your preferred seat, with his hands around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

You did your absolute best to not let Chrissy's presence bother you too much, even though her flirting with Eddie was absolutely obvious, and the fact that it never seemed like she ever thought that you were an obstacle in her plan.

The rest of your friends all seemed to really enjoy having Chrissy around, which first of all made you annoyed.

Didn’t they see how she threw herself at Eddie, an in-every-way-but-officially taken man? It also meant that you couldn’t vent the annoyance and self doubt that floated around in your mind with someone.

This only spurred on the annoyance within you further.

It all peaked this one wednesday when your math teacher was “disucussing consequences” with the entire class,when only about two people in the class had disrupted her lesson. This resulted in you being well over 12 minutes late for lunch.

Eddie and the rest of your friendship group were waiting for you outside your classroom when a certain cheerleader with her perfect ponytail walked up to them.

“Ooo! Hi guys, fancy seeing you here?” Chrissy said, putting her manicured hand on the leather clad bicep that belonged to Eddie Munson.

He turned his head towards her and smiled at her, a gesture that from his view, was mere courtesy, but to her meant way more.

“You look good today,” Chrissy said to him, removing a strand of hair from his face delicately.

“Huh?” Eddie said, to be honest he hadn’t really listened to her, he was busy wondering and worrying slightly about the fact that your class hadn’t been dismissed yet.

Chrissy blushed when he looked at her. She didn’t feel like repeating her statement, it felt like it lost meaning when you said it more than once, so instead she just said;

“Are we heading to lunch?”

Eddie explained that they were headed there, but that they just had to wait for you first.

“Oh,” Chrissy said, “I was just thinking that we better get there before someone snags our table”

The other bought her reasoning but Eddie looked longingly toward the door that you were behind.

“Go on you guys,” he said. “I’ll wait for her”

This didn’t sit well with Chrissy. Eddie was the main reason behind why she wanted to have lunch with you guys.

“Cmon Eddie, I’m sure she’ll come join us later, she knows the way to the cafeteria” Chrissy said, tugging slightly on Eddie’s underarm.

He felt torn, all of his friends were waiting for him, but at the same time, you were expecting him to be there waiting for you.

“We’ll, uh, yeah I guess.”

You were indeed expecting him to be outside the door when you were dismissed 20 minutes later than you should have.

Your heart dropped a little as you saw a seemingly empty corridor.

I guess they grew too hungry. You thought and took off towards the crowded cafeteria.

Your hadn’t even entered when you saw it.

Chrissy in her short cheer-skirt, looking so incredibly perfect, perched up on the armrest of Eddie’s chair, chatting away to this jock and his girlfriend, and you noticed she made Eddie engage in the conversation.

That’s when another level of self doubt surrounding all of this,hit you.

You started to imagine what it would mean for Eddie, purely socially, if he was dating Chrissy.

She had a lot of say, and people trusted her judgement. If she dated Eddie then maybe people would stop treating him like utter garbage.

But only she had the mandate to do such a thing, you were about as low on the social ladder as any other nerd in the school.

It stung too much behind your eyes and you realised that you couldn’t keep it together well enough to enter the cafeteria and pretend that everything was fine. So instead you bolted, running away until you found a good place to hide and be alone with your thoughts.

That was how you ended up curled up in the dungeon master throne, in the dark drama room, hugging your own knees with tears trickling down your cheeks. All whilst your brain was telling you over and over again how you weren’t enough for him.

In the cafeteria Eddie was stressing over the fact that you hadn’t shown up yet.

He tried to bide the time, hoping that you would eventually show, but when you were a no show after 30 minutes he decided that he had waited long enough.

“I’m gonna go find her” he mumbled and rose from the chair, inevitably bumping Chrissy off the armrest as he did.

“Where are you off to?” She asked, obviously she hadn’t heard him.

He didn’t reply, he was way too focused on finding you.

He walked past your classroom, and found it empty when he glanced through the window.

He realised that something must have happened and he began to search in the different places where you usually went when you needed to be alone.

You weren’t in the forest behind school.

You weren’t under the bleachers.

You weren’t by his truck.

He however noticed that some muffled noises were coming from the drama room when he walked past, and smacked himself mentally for not checking there first.

“Sweetheart?” He called out as he opened the door. “You in here?”

You buried your face in your knees, hoping that he wouldn’t hear your sniffles and come find you like this.

Luck however wasn't on your side and soon he was squatting in front of the throne, a heavy comforting hand on your knee.

“Baby, did something happen?” He asked, one hand softly caressing the back of your head, trying to coax your head out of your own lap, but with no success. “Do I need to hurt someone?”

”No” you whimpered softly. “You can go back to her Eddie, I’ll be okay”

“Go back to who?” He asked, still slightly confused as to what caused you so much distress.

“Chrissy” you said barely above a whisper, you didn’t actually want to say it, because it could mean that he’d actually leave, but at the same time, he asked.

Eddie was dumbfounded for a minute, what did Chrissy have to do with anything?

Then realisation hit him like a ton of bricks.

Of course he had noticed Chrissy’s attempts, he wasn’t completely oblivious.

They meant nothing to him so he hadn’t bothered himself to much about it, but now he felt guilty when he realised that they had meant something to you.

“Baby, can you look at me,” he asked, feeling his own heart breaking for you more and more by every passing second.

You glanced up, unable not to when he sounded so soft.

“Eddie, I understand, she has things I’ll never have, she’s another level of gorgeous, she is smart, everyone loves her,” more tears gathered in your eyes as you spoke the words that had tormented your mind all morning,”she has a say in things Eddie.She's your shot to climb the social ladder and I think you should take it.”

Eddie's insides broke with every word you spoke.

”Sweetheart,” was all he got out in response as he was trying to figure out how to express the love he had for you in a way that made you feel it in every fibre of your being.

“Eddie, you don’t have to explain anything, I have come to realise that I am not her.” You said, looking at the puzzled man in front of you.

“That’s true” he said and the little dying hope inside was about to be put out, until he continued.

“And that’s why I want to be with you.”

You looked up at him properly this time, as if you couldn’t really believe what he was saying.

“What?”

“Can I hold you?” Eddie asked, he couldn’t see you hurt anymore without doing anything about it.

“Please” you pleaded, sounding so extremely tired of trying and failing to hold it together.

You got off the throne and Eddie got in it, then he opened his arms for you, which you quickly dove into.

You were with your back against Eddie chest, your head nuzzled in between his shoulder and cheek, inhaling the faint scent of musky wood and tobacco. The scent of Eddie.

“I”m sorry I never realised the way all her attempts were affecting you.” Eddie said. “If I knew I could have made it more clear to Chrissy, about us, I mean, I just sorta thought she’d figure it out and back off.”

“I’m sorry for feeling like this, I really tried not to..” you said, fiddling slightly with the rings that Eddie had on his left hand. “I mean it’s not that we’re official so I dunno …”

“Never apologise for that sweetheart, It’s a totally valid feeling and reaction.” He said and pecked the top of your head. Then he paused for a second, thinking. “Why aren’t we officially?”

You thought about it for a second.

“You want to be?” You asked, looking up into his soft brown eyes.

“Since the day we met gorgeous”

#eddie munson x reader

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starsandhughes · 6 months

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Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (Six)

23-24 Season Masterlist

previous: five

next: seven

OCTOBER 27, 2023

i’m behind so remember that these stats mentioned are accurate for the day of the game!

shorty is john, the play by play guy for the canucks if y'all forgot/didn't know his nickname!

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yourusername WELCOME BACK TO MY POST GAME PENALTY BOX UPDATE SHOW: MY BEST FRIEND IS HOCKEY GOD EDITION!

he was rightfully first star of the game again tonight with his two goal game! as shorty said, "hughes loves playing the blues!" the blues are now the only team that quinny has more goals scored on than assists!

and for those who are quinn's biggest supporters, a nation run by me, you'd know that one of quinn's goals is to work on his +/-! you'll be happy to know that quinn LEADS THE LEAGUE WITH A +10! that's just another piece of evidence as to why he's a hockey god, laideez!

to quinn, my favorite big brother, and my least favorite hughes, i’m so unbelievably proud of you! you've been working on shooting the puck more and you're doing so with flying colors. congrats on your third career multi-goal game! i love you way past infinity💙

p.s. shoutout to demmer for getting his fourth career shut out in this 5-0 win tonight ! i’m so proud of you! @/tdemko30

p.s.s. QUINN GOT HIS FIRST PENALTY AND I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION IT! RIP HIS 6 GAME STREAK!!

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_quinnhughes sissy? being mostly sweet? who are you? (i love you way past beyond)

yourusername you gave me two goals and a penalty, you could have my future CHILDREN if you wanted right now

trevorzegras @/yourusername don't... don't do that

_quinnhughes i’m okay, thanks for the offer though!

yourusername you sure? i’m feeling very generous towards you right now! i’ll give you anything!

_quinnhughes can i have a normal sister?

yourusername i cannot give you that, sorry!

user41 QUINN HUGHES NATION RISE

jackhughes i'm not your favorite big brother?!

yourusername we're twins that met at 5? do you not know how twins work?

jackhughes i’m older than you by 4 hours and 36 minutes!

yourusername you're my least favorite big brother🫶

jackhughes am i your favorite hughes????

yourusername no? i’m my favorite hughes?

colecaufield we love the self confidence

_alexturcotte queen shit!

jackhughes 🙄

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yourusername i’ll always hype up my boys!!! i love you!!! stay golden, ponyboy

tdemko35 i love you, too😂

user57 sissy really made the "who's sissy's least favorite hughes?" game easy on us this time

user99 HIS FUCKING SMILE OH MY GOD

trevorzegras how can you be the biggest supporter of both me AND quinn?

yourusername i’m made of pure love, baby! i got lots of it to go around! and it does!

jackhughes wh*re

yourusername @/jackhughes bite me.

trevorzegras you're such a sweet girl🧡 i'm so ready to marry you, let's elope

colecaufield @/trevorzegras i'm her man of honor! don't you dare take that away from me, zegras

yourusername @/colecaufield i would never let him do that

yourusername i don't care how much i’m freaking out over a dress! we're having a wedding, zegras!

trevorzegras i feel attacked

yourusername with love <3

user78 THIS IS SISSY'S LEAST FAVORITE HUGHES'S YEAR!

yourusername and that is his preferred title!

_quinnhughes @/yourusername that's not even close to my preferred title

yourusername @_quinnhughes it literally is

user6 the blues got the blues over hughes

_alexturcotte @_quinnhughes have you gotten hit with a puck yet?

_quinnhughes nope

_alexturcotte who are you? does the c put a protective shield around you? what's happening with the balance of the universe?

yourusername somewhere, somebody is getting hit with a puck a lot more than ever before

_alexturcotte i can't believe quinn would do that to someone

yourusername some captain he is... smh

_quinnhughes @_alexturcotte @.yourusername you two are some real comedic geniuses

yourusername @_quinnhughes thanks, we know!

_alexturcotte @_quinnhughes we're here all your life!

user39 quinn hughes nation needs t-shirts, someone should get on this

lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes toques for the win!

yourusername toques for the LOSE

_quinnhughes @/yourusername win*

jackhughes @/yourusername win*

yourusername @_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @.lhughes_06 i’m burning them all. i have keys to your homes. they'll be burning in a pit by wednesday. @/trevorzegras so help me, if you ever put one on that fine head of hair of yours, i’ll burn you, too

trevorzegras @/yourusername roger that

jackhughes @/trevorzegras if we burn, you burn with us!

trevorzegras @/jackhughes hard pass

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sorry it's short while i'm trying to play catch up! tell me what you think! <3

#penalty box series: quinn hughes edition #penalty box series #quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes insta edit #quinn hughes au #trevor zegras au #trevor zegras x reader #jack hughes #luke hughes #trevor zegras x hughes reader #quinn hughes x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine

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niiine · 1 year

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𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

Character(s). Xiao x GN!Reader, Lumine, mentions of Yanfei.

Synopsis. Lumine never like meddling with other people’s business if they don’t want her to, much less their relationship, but this time, Xiao left her no choice.

Mild Angst & Fluff

Lumine is reader’s close friend 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 come on she can’t always be the one that the reader is jealous of

NOT PROOFREAD, please don’t expect.

Ending sucks because it’s me. I can’t write endings ffs.

Got the idea when I’m re-watching the chasm scene where Zhongli saves Xiao’s life. My (our) hubby looks so fine tryna save everyone sacrificing himself 😳

“They're gonna kill you.” Traveler’s voice earned a wince from the yaksha who are still trying to walk straight after the incident in the chasm. They’ve been stuck for days, if not a whole week, inside the tremendous place and the final act really did took a toll on his body.

He let out a barely audible tsk as Lumine guided his form to sit somewhere comfortable. Only when he’s settled that he voiced out his concern.

“Please don’t tell her” his golden eyes look anywhere but hers, knowing that she had that judgmental stare decorating her small face. “No.”

Her sharp refusal made Xiao snap his gaze onto her, he didn’t hear her right, right? But the looks on her face tells him otherwise. “But they’re going to feel bad about this” he gritted his teeth like a kid, and his companion is reminded how much the Adeptus in front of her loves you so much to the point that making you sad is one of the last things he’ll do.

But if he really wants you to be happy, he must learn how to take care of his self as well.

“Yes. And it’s your fault,” sometimes the traveler’s bluntness hit a certain painful spot.

“So, I’m going to tell them that you almost sacrifice yourself again despite promising that you’ll be careful every.single.time.” The blonde made sure to emphasize her points, and although Xiao appreciate her concern for you, he just doesn’t want to see you crying because he messed up again.

“I’ll let her know myself then” he tried to argue, hoping that he can at least make a little bit more nice in the ears, but Lumine knows that he’ll hide certain facts to protect your feelings—don’t get it wrong, she loves you so much that she also doesn’t want to hurt you, but she’s aware how broken hearted you’ll be if Xiao keeps doing this to himself— so she will do this herself.

“And I will also let her know. You can’t keep hurting yourself without thinking of their feelings, Xiao. What if something happened to you for real? Don’t you know that it’ll send her to an even deeper despair?” Once again, she reprimanded the man, because aside from being your friend she treasures, he also is a dear companion to her.

“I’m gonna tell (name), and you’re gonna listen to everything she says” She huffed, preparing in her mind what to tell you as too keep the damage and worry on minimum. Although all her thoughts left her when she heard Paimon gasped and your sweet voice fill both hers and Xiao’s ears.

Yanfei came across you and told you the whereabouts of your boyfriend, making it easier to find your beloved.

“Tell me what?” Ahh, Xiao missed that sound so much.

“Love,” the green haired adeptus proceeds to reach out to you as far as his damaged body can do, distress and concern flooded your eyes as you run towards him, gentle finger scanning his battered form.

“What happened?” as much as he can’t stand to hear the uneasiness laced on your voice, he also can’t help but to succumb on your touches. He missed you so dearly. Receiving no response from your lover, you turned your head towards your friend, who’s already looking at you.

“And you, too! You look so pale and weak…” You noticed how frail the two of them look and a sob escaped your lips, you were about to speak again when Lumine beat you to it. Saying that she’s fine, and then proceeds to tell you everything that happened. After her explanation, Lumine offered to teleport you and Xiao in the Wangshuu Inn where he can rest comfortably. After bidding her farewell, with a bit of light scolding from you, you then turned towards Xiao who are currently draped in your shared bed, he’s not looking at you direct in the eyes, almost ashamed of what he had done.

“I’m sor—”

“I can’t stand this.”

His golden orbs darted into yours, swirling emotions forming into heavy heartbeat as his chest tightens at your words. No, please don’t say you’ll leave.

“(Name)” he tried to stand up to reach you out, but his body failed him. “I have told you before, Xiao” no, please don’t call him that. Where’s the usual Love? or Dearest? Or Beloved?

His crestfallen face stares at you pleadingly, and on normal occasions, you have give in. But you don’t want him to abuse his self anymore, and if you don’t want him to keep tormenting the both of you, then you must prevail.

“I can stand you being unromantic, or cold from time to time, I understand that you’re not a mortal who do silly things. But heavens, I can’t take it if you’re putting yourself in danger every time.”

He noticed how your eyes glistens from the tears, but his heart breaks at the sight of you standing so far away from him, reminding him that he’s the reason you’re unreachable sometimes.

Mustering all the remaining strength he has, he tried to stand up once again, he can’t have you going farther. His digits caressed your cheeks, and your eyes look up at him, turbulent storms raging at his touch.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise. Please don’t leave me.”

“You better don’t. Because I hate thinking that I’m not important for you to throw yourself like that,” you sobbed against his chest “I love you, Xiao. I don’t know what I’ll do if I ever lose you.”

He kissed your forehead, whispering his own affirmations. Archons, he really doesn’t like seeing you like this.

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luimagines · 3 months

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It is I! The Wizard!

This is written this with a Female reader in mind, so I do hope you do not mind 😅

TW: Myoginistic jerks, My awful spelling of the word Myoginistic, some aggressive stuff, swearing, men being jerks (They didn't drink their respect women juice), you can tell is started to vent a bit.

You don't have to post this if you don't want! I understand btw!

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When the chain realised that they were near a village, they decided that some of them would go out and get some much needed supplies. Wild had gone out to look for fruit and veggies and hunt for meat, and Warriors, Four, Legend and [Reader] had all gone out to go restock on some supplies in the village.

[Reader] walked through the market, looking around for needed items for their crafts. [Reader] was an expert bomb maker, and needed to buy some more materials to make more. She wanted to create a new type of bomb for Hyrule, per request and was always one to put 100% effort when it came to close friends.

Well, they weren't only friends. They were related by spirit, however that worked. The spirit of the hero, to be more specific. All of them had gone on their own adventures, faced their own demons and hardships. It made [Reader] feel like she wasn't alone, that she wasn't a massive misfit like she originally thought.

She looked and saw the stall she was looking for and approched it, and a middle aged man took a glance at her before going back to speaking to another man who was browsing. [Reader] stopped and started to look at the different kinds of gunpowder.

"Too thick. . ." She mumbled, examining the several options. "too potent. . . I need something fine. . ."

The man behind the counter sighed, looking annoyed and turned. "May I help you?" he asked, sounding very upset with her just existing.

[Reader] looked up. "Uh, do you happen to have any fine powder Gun powder-"

The man interrupted her "Where's your husband? Why did he send you to buy my wares?"

"I'm not married." [Reader] said calmly. "I need some fine powder-"

"I don't believe that." the man interrupted once more. "No way I will believe that some woman like yourself is unmarried. You've got some nerve." he looked her up and down "dressing as some traveler. You're trying to squeeze money out of us hard working men here, who do you think you are?"

"Excuse me?" [Reader] asked, getting fed up by his altitude. "I am a paying customer. My status wether or not I'm married or not is none of your business! Will you answer my question or not?"

The man glared before talking. "Yes, I have fine powdered. How much do you need?"

"Abount a pound or two." She said. The man nodded and went to a barrel, starting to scoop up a random amount of gunpowder into a bag before haphazardly tying the bag and placing it down in front of her. "40 rupees." he grumbled.

"Excuse me?!" [Reader] exclaimed. "That isn't the amount I asked for! And it says on the sign 10 rupees for a pound! you're making me pay 4 times as much for a pound!"

The man sneered, "Stupid woman wouldn't understand. I run a respectable business here! I can't have wh*re like you ruining my good business here." He watched as [Reader] turned red with rage. He grinned, and leaned close "I am willing to make you pay less. . .if you come with me for some alone-"

[Reader] slapped him across the face, turning on her heel and storming off in a rage as the man yelled at her "You b*tch!"

This happened all too often. man would either deny her service or make her pay far too much because of her being a woman. It infuriated her, from the inappropriate comments, to the asking of 'where's your husband? he'd understand better.' it was always heard. It infuriated her. And it's these things that made her jealous of the others.

She was given the name Link, her parents wanted a boy so badly, and neglected her even before her brother was born. Despite her struggles, despite sacrificing everything to save her home, her hyrule, she was still treat less than a horse. She was jealous. The others were born men, born and given immediate respect because of what they were born as. Many occasions she'd stay up late, wishing to wake up a man. But then she'd tell herself that she was just as powerful as the others, now matter what she was. It still hurt, though.

She had to pay extra at a few more stalls, buying arrows and some healing potions with offhand comments about if she was buying for a husband or if she was a traveler and if she was with family.

It wasn't until she was looking at some horse treats (For Epona, that precious horse needed to be spoiled after everything so far) that Legend appeared. "Are you done yet?" He asked in a tone showing he was annoyed. The man at the stall perked up.

"Ah, this must be your husband. Is there something you are looking for?" he asked, making Legend furrow his browser.

"Husband?" he asked "No. I'm not married to her."

"Ah, well then." he said, standing up. "What are you looking for? Something for your horse's saddle?"

[Reader] looked annoyed at this. and Legend noticed. "Hey! She's the one shopping here. Don't ignore her!" he snapped at the man, who looked taken aback.

It took a bit, the man finally tending to [Reader], and after Legend gave him a few words after hearing the man overcharge [Reader], they started off. Legend looked at [Reader] upset.

"What was wrong with him?" he asked "Can't he count? Do basic math?"

"It's nothing new." [Reader] sighed, shrugging. "Honestly, it's nothing worry about." Legend gave her a frown.

"What? Nothing new? have people been denying you as a buyer?" He asked, sounding irritated.

[Reader] nodded, sighing again. "Yea. Its normal though. Happenes to me plenty of times, I'm used to it. It's worse at home-"

"Excuse me?!" he yelled, catching some passersby attention. [Reader] Turned and saw his angry face. "People don't let you buy things?! Why?! You're a hero! You're like us! Why are you treated different?!"

"Well, isn't it obvious?" She asked, stopping. "A lot of people back home don't think a woman should be unwed let alone carry a sword. At home, most can't buy stuff except maybe food without being denied service or being overcharged. Why do you think I hand make bombs." [Reader] huffed, suddenly, Legend looking more p*ssed by the second. "Speaking of which I'm gonna have to wait on my bombs. The gunpowder guy was a real jerk, and I won't pay extra for gunpowder from a guy who asked to-" she paused. "Forget it. I'll just rashion. Let's go-"

[Reader] had tryed to continue walking when Legend grabbed her wrist, looking more livid than she'd ever seen. "What. Did. he. ask. for."

[Reader] hesitantly told him. If looks could kill, there'd be a massacre. "Take me to him."

[Reader] panicked a bit. "it's fine-"

Legend glared "Take me to this scumbag."

After some walking, people actively avoiding Legend, they made it to the gunpowder man. He looked over, and grinned. going to speak only to be grabbed by the coller by Legend, and pulled down, and punched hard in the jaw, making the man fall over, knocking gun powder barrels over. People yelled around them as Legend pulled the man out and started slattacking him, yelling about how much of an arse he was, a bunch of swear and such. [Reader] panicked as she saw red flying.

"LINK STOP!" she cryed, trying to pull him off, hearing two others run to them as he pushed her off and continued his assault. She stumbled back but was caught by Warriors, who looked alarmed at Legend's behavior. Four started to try and pull Legend off, nearly getting socked in his blind rage until Warriors pulled him off the now broken nosed, bleeding man.

"CALM DOWN!" Warriors exclaimed, trying to wrangle to struggling Legend, who was yelling "LET ME AT THAT DISRESPECTFUL PIG!"

"We need to go. Gardening will be here any second now." Four said urgently, snapping [Reader] out of their trance, making her nod. The two ran off, not wanting to get arrested. Time would be mad upset with them . . .

. . .

It was silent at camp, the other feeling the tension in the air as they heard Warriors and Legend returning, [Reader] pale seeing the blood on Legend's fists. He stormed over to [Reader]. "Why do you let them talk to you like that?! Why do you people disrespect you?!"

Time stood "What happened. Tell me." he demanded, making the others tense up seeing his face. Legend turned, going to speak when Warriors spoke up. "Legend assaulted a man in town. Broke his nose and jaw."

Time looked at Legend as he blew up once more "That man made inappropriate comments about [Reader]! And I watched a man ignore her after I appeared! He was disrespecting [Reader]! And not to mention how [Reader] said that those misogynistic arseholes constantly refuse her service before she's a woman! I-"

"That is not an excuse to attack someone." Time said, giving that horrific look of disappointment at Legend. making him shut up and pale. Time turned to [Reader] "Is this true?"

Hesitantly, [Reader] nodded. "But I'm used to it by now. I don't understand why Legend got so angry, it's common for me to get those kinds of things said about me."

Time frowned. "Why didn't you tell us?" he asked, sounding upset, making [Reader] looked down at her feet and held her arms.

"It's. . . not something you all need to worry about." She said "You guys don't need to worry about that kind of thing. It's not your concern. . . "

Time suddenly put a hand on [Reader]'s shoulder. "Just because you face these things, doesn't mean you should. Let alone face this alone." he said "You are a hero, just like us. You've wielded the Master Sword just like us. If you need help, you shouldn't hide this stuff from us. We are a team. We are here to help one another."

[Reader] nodded. Time turned to Legend. "You and I are gonna have a chat." he said, making Legend pale again as he followed Time.

Twilight stood as they left and approched [Reader]. "You should have told us. We would have helped you." he said. "I don't understand why people are against you, but I know that you shouldn't face these people alone."

Wind spoke. "I had no idea girls went through this stuff. . . " he said sadly "To think Arel might have experienced this. . ."

"I'm sorry you have to go through this." Hyrule said, suddenly hugging [Reader] "You shouldn't have to."

Without warning, tears started to fall from [Reader]'s eyes, as a few sobs fell down her face, hugging Hyrule back as she started to cry. She'd never gotten this comfort from anyone before. It felt nice. Hyrule stiffened a bit but hugged her still, Wind standing up and hugging her side as well. Warriors looked panicked but patted her back awkwardly. Four stood nearby, looking guilty that he didn't do more. Sky looked worried. He'd never even heard of such treatment in Skyloft.

As time passed, Wild returned and looked angry at thr news of what happened, deciding to make some extra food for [Reader] to eat to feel better. and Legend sat near her, slient. Wolfe came by too after twilight went on patrol, laying near [Reader], his head on her leg. It felt nice, to have a bunch of friends willing to comfort her, and some even jumping to ger defense. It was nice.

As she went to sleep later on. she smiled, knowing she wasn't alone. That she had a group of friends that would defend her, just like she would defend them. She slept with a smile on her face, not expecting to wake up to a big bag of gunpowder near her sleeping bag, and to hear Time scolding Wild, Wind, and Legend about stealing.

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Yea, I got a bit carried away here. I hope I don't offend or upset anyone if they read this 😅. I kind started to vent in here, cause I have been disrespected in a few store before because I am a girl. Upsetting but I have some good friends who have stood up for me. I hope no one else is or has gone through this before, but if you have, I just wanna say that you're amazing as you are and there are people who will support you. and I am included in that group. Have a Good day/night!

Oh no, poor Reader.

And don't worry too much about making Reader female. It's just for my own Reader's that I make reader neutral. Most (all) anon Readers tend to lean with she/pronouns unless they're deliberately an oc.

I'm more surprised that Time didn't find out about Legend's attack on the guy sooner. It sounds like he made quite a scene. Enough so that the other boys had to step in and get him too stop- although, given the amount of girls on Warrior's team back home, I'm surprised he didn't immediately join in once he heard why Legend had all but lost his mind.

I not surprised, however, that Legend managed to rope Wild and Wind into getting Reader's fair share of gunpowder.

Someone oughta put Operation Fluffer Nutter into action and make it go kaboom.

#pinky replies #anon stories #it's a good thing it's long #and that you put warnings at the top #otherwise no one would see if I were to say anything

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swampstew · 8 months

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hii raven!! i hope you're doing okay 🤲💓 could i ask for law and NSFW prompt 3 for your Captains mini-event? much love!!

Hiiii Ceb bby♥ I'm happy to end this fun little event with your request♥ You requested NSFW, Subtle Intimacy, and I'm happy to present you with [ Hair ] sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards.

Oh Captain, My Captain Law

Warnings: Spicy, Transmasc reader (no pronouns used and light mention of reader anatomy mentioned), handjob/handplay in the submarine, Law being Sassy™ Word count: 587 Minors DNI - you will be blocked.

Lightning ran through your body the moment Law’s finger grazed your ear. You tensed and he tensed for a moment too – before he finished tucking the stray hair behind your ear.

“Was that not ok?”

“No! No. I mean yes! Ah! I’m sorry I meant yes, it was ok. I didn’t mind!” your fists clenched tight as you held them to your sternum, eyes wide in exasperation. It happened every time. Every time he touched your body you felt your nerve endings light up through your central nervous system, flustering you in front of the man you admired most. Adored the most.

Secretly pined for the most.

Law smirked at you, and his fingers crept towards your face once more. Your breath hitched in anticipation and he absolutely saw.

“Missed one,” he whispered, tucking another strand of hair behind your opposite ear, only that time, his touch lingered. His fingers trailed to behind your lobe, then down to the nape of your neck. “Have I ever told you I like you hair?”

It’s hard to tell who moved first but suddenly both your heads instinctively tucked at an angle as your lips crashed into each other. Both his hands pulled at your roots as he angled your head up to his, slipping his tongue past yours in a battle of dominance.

Passionately kissing you while squeezing at your trapezius. Law began grinding his erection against you as his fingers tweaked your sensitive zones. He bit lightly on your lower lip before devouring your mouth again.

“Do you mind this?” he whispered before he pulled the hem of your stretchy sweatpants to snap against your goosebump riddled skin.

You gasped out loud before giving out a shaky nod, “W-wh-whatever you do—” you struggled to pant out through Law’s wandering fingers inside your underwear “—I can d-do better.” His eyes widened in surprise then amusement, watching your hand shyly pull at his button and zipper.

“Wanna bet?”

Caged against the steel wall by Law, he held one arm on the wall above your shoulder as his other hand strobed your sex, spreading your wetness as you mewled. You copied his actions and elicited a pleased sigh from the Captain.

He dropped his face down to suck on your neck as his pace grew noticeably sloppier – you maintained your pace and grip, firmly stroking his lengthy shaft with swift precision. With a twist of your wrist on the upwards slide, the mushroom tip spewed with sticky white all over your hand. His gray eyes were widened orbs – amazed, overwhelmed, lovestruck. A final rope of cum shot from your slowing motions and landed on your skewed sweatpants.

Law’s hand was re-energized and moved swiftly, immediately making you squirm in his hand. He rubbed his still dribbling cock against your exposed hip bone as his fingers worked their magic, returning his lips to bite at your neck. While you whimpered he husked into your ear, “I learned something new.”

He kissed you and held you to the wall as Law applied the trick you did for him to your own pleasure, and your reaction told him he was doing it right. Three seconds later and you came all over Law’s hand.

“Sh-shit. You learned that well far too quickly,” you pouted.

“I’ve always been a quick study,” Law chuckled. “C’mon, let’s change and talk about our bet.”

“But we didn’t actually bet anything.”

“I did, a date. I lost so now you have to take meon one.”

“EXCUSE ME?”

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One thing I notice about the Taika hate especially in regard to Rita is the way the haters really idolise Taika's first wife Chelsea Winstanley and put her on a pedistool, according to them, she is this goddess he owes his whole life and career too and he MUST have screwed her over and she must have been the 'victim' in their breakup (people love spreading baseless rumours there is absolutely NO actual evidence for, i find those rumours peoole spread actually really painful to hear about), but Chelsea and Taika support each others work to this day, and make out he abandoned her and his kids when he got big (i saw someone say he hasnt talked to his kids in years which is factually untrue hes always posting with his kids and they were with him for a lot of the pandemic).

I also find the way she is contrasted with Rita jarring, I get the impression they see her as 'classy' while Rita is 'trashy', they literally refer to Rita as his 'girlfriend' rather than his wife when discussing her, implying Chelsea is the only one who is wife material and Rita is just his 'wh*re', I even saw one person saying she is doing so much cool stuff but Taika is only promoting Rita's stuff cos 'men think with their penises' (I HATE THAT PHRASE!) but Taika has promoted Chelsea's work before he had Rita's song link in his bio he had the link to her and his sister Tweedy's Maori translations of the Lion King.

I find that whole thing very 'Madonna-Whore' dichotomy, I also see people go on about how she is 'the mother of his children' in a bid to make him feel guilty for being with Rita, which I feel like shows the idealisation of mothers in society and how they are seen as 'better' than other women (something Jennette Mccurdy mentioned in her book) while we know how demonised stepmothers are, just look at sl many fairytales.

And of course all this is used to make Taika look bad.

Hey Anon! Sorry for the delay! Every time I came to answer you I had crazy stuff at work happen.

Yeah it's really uncomfortable how they just kind of make up rumors about him. He did those "dad" videos for forever and people were saying he wasn't in contact with his kids then too (which is like.. they're on camera with him man, and they were in his show in 2023?). It's a growing problem with people who are "hearing things" on the internet and believing them as truths with little to no research of their own (or going to sources that are entirely biased in their directions so of course they'll get corroborating "evidence").

Thank you for sharing this perspective, especially about the "mother ideal" vs the "whore". I agree, it seems like there's a lot of hate towards Rita for being just a modern woman not wanting to go down the traditional "mother" route. It's crazy that it's 2024 (omg crap is it really 2024) and people are still expecting women to only be birthers. I'm a mom, but I chose to be a mom, I knew that was something I wanted a lot of my life because I love kids and I love language, and learning and seeing that in a kiddo is great! But I know so many women and men who don't want children and that's completely normal! Not every person on this planet has to procreate (and honestly we're overpopulated as it is), and labeling women whores for not wanting to be a mother really is incredibly puritanical. Unfortunately, I feel like no matter what Taika does... supports Rita doesn't support Rita, supports Chelsea, doesn't support Chelsea, sees his kids too often, sees his kids too little, someone is going to have a problem with him. Multiple anons and mutuals have brought up that it really is pretty damn racist how the people getting the most hate are the brown indigenous man, and his Albanian wife. It's incredibly frustrating, especially considering how much he does for indigenous films, shows, and people in general.

Ps: Regarding "men think with their penises" that doesn't even make sense like... are you NOT supposed to support the women in your life? Like what does the penis even have to do with anything in this case?

I will make the note in case you werent already aware I am a white woman so I don't want to speak to black or indigenous experience when they can do it better-- but I would like to share a work by a Black Writer I follow on IG.

SRC: blackliturgies

I feel like this is INCREDIBLY apt when it comes to the situation of Taika (and honestly women in general who don't go down the mother path). Whether people realise it's a part of systemic racism (and sexism) or not, so many people have been programmed to shame others if they don't follow the "norm". It's why it's so important for everyone to keep fighting back whenever that shame becomes public. Anyway, sorry, your talking points are really important and they got me rambling! I appreciate you bringing them up. If you wanna talk more about them feel free to DM me!

Thanks for writing in anon, I hope you have a good day and stay safe and warm out there! <3

#asks #anon asks #taika waititi #rita ora

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Hi!! I hope you are doing well!!♥️♥️♥️

I love all the boys either in the band or the crew but I’m a full on wh✨re for Ruffilo like it’s bad sometimes. But on a fluff side of things since he is a tattoo artist I can see this man buying body safe markers (even though some tattoos artists use sharpies to do freehand designs on skin but whatever.) to draw on you if you have a piece of skin that doesn’t have tattoos on it or even if you don’t want a tattoo. LETS IMAGINE!! You laying on the couch, bed, floor wherever scrolling on you phone minding your own business then he walks in the room with a bag and he pulls out the markers and just immediately starts drawing on you it might be doodles or a full on masterpiece. Leaving little messages on you skin like “I love you.” with little hearts or little nicknames. I just need it or I just need for him to look at me I don’t know but I need it.

BABY IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS BUT I READ THRU THIS AND LOVED

I usually don't write for Ruffilo but this was so sweet I loved this! Like imagine he has to leave for the studio, he always leaves SOME kind of message on your before he leaves, and try because he may have almost woken you once or twice while writing. Imagine how gentle his hands are when he draws or writes on you and you just fall asleep and wake up to a BEAUTIFUL piece on your body and you consider just going to get the sketch done as soon as possible, but then feeling bad when you shower because it's so pretty

#bad omens #bad omens band #star’s mutuals✨

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drawingducktalesducks · 10 months

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Scrooge: GIVE IT AWAY!?

Webby: More like putting it mostly back?

Scrooge: BACK!

Webby: Yep! I'm calling it "re-adventuring!"

Scrooge: WH-WHAT DO YE MEAN YE WANT TO PUT IT ALL BACK?!?!?

Webby: Well it’s kinda hard for any else to enjoy it right now-

Scrooge: ENJOY!?

Webby: -what with it all being locked up in bins and stuff...

Scrooge: I- bins? Lass, are you hearing yourself? The beasties in the other bin are dangerous monsters of magic and menace!

Webby: Exactly! Fun!!!

Scrooge: And the money in the bin is MINE. I collected it-

Lena: cough stole cough cough

Scrooge: -fair and square!

Webby: I know. You’re a self-made man.

Scrooge: That I am!

Webby: You worked hard and took risks and made an amazing life for us.

Scrooge: See? Bless me bagpipes, I didn’t risk life and limb gathering gold and trapping terrors just so anyone off the street could squander them- I did it for our FAMILY.

Violet: Hmm.

Scrooge: Oh alright, I did it for the adventure- which I then SHARED with my family! Happy now?

Violet: That is more accurate, yes.

Webby: And wonderful! Growing up in manors and going on adventures with you is great! But what about, you know… everyone else?

Scrooge: If someone else wants to run from a bloodthirsty unicorn, or earn-

Lena: Steal.

Scrooge: EARN treasure from an accursed temple, then what’s stopping them, eh? They can go right ahead and do it on their own dime!

Webby: How?

Scrooge: What?

Webby: How is anyone else supposed to do what you did, if there’s no adventures left in the world for them?

Scrooge: …well…

Webby: How can they earn what you got if you’re hoarding it all in the bins?

Scrooge: … ah’m, ah’m sure there must still be, something…

Violet: There is not.

Lena: the nerds have spoken.

Webby: We've checked.

Violet: Multiple times.

Lena: and that pun is still the only fun thing to ever come out of your stupid finances

Scooge: Maybe you could check again..?

Webby: Dad, you asked me for a family business plan. This is it.

Scrooge: 'This' is also me life's work, Webby.

Webby: Exactly! It's AMAZING! But it's just sitting around gathering dust! Let’s stop wasting all your cool adventures and DO something with them!

Lena: Epic burn.

Violet: Unhelpful comment.

Lena: Sorry.

Scrooge: … just, put it all back? Give it up?

Webby: No. Invest it.

Scrooge: I'm not seeing much profit in it for us.

Webby: You will. There's always something new and fun and frightening to look forward to! So when the world needs saving, again, and a whole new generation of self-made adventures shows up to help fight for it- that'll be like the best investment security of all! Right?

Scrooge: …… ah suppose…

Lena: also like, we’ve already snuck out the sword horse, sooo

Scrooge: you wha- You’ve WHAT

Webby: It was antsy!

Violet: Your other bin is severely lacking in adequate environmental stimulation. And alarmingly lacking in security.

Lena: And Webby wanted a rematch with it

Scrooge: She wanted a- o' course she did. Did you win, lass?

Webby: We had to reattach it’s horn with super glue so I think so!

Scrooge: That’s my girl.

Webby: Thanks! Am I also your girl of sound financial investments??

Scrooge: That's...

Scrooge:

Scrooge: ... aye, lass. That you are. Truly.

Violet: 'Aww'.

Webby: My name's Webby?

Lena: Ooooh~

Webby: Wait- my name ISN'T "Truly", right? I don't have ANOTHER secret name do I? Having a clone name is fine, and getting the McDuck name is AMAZING, but they're really starting to stack up now and Scrooge wants me to work on my signature only it's really hard to fit it all on one line and I also kinda wanna add another one someday maybe depending definitely not having anything to do with YOU Lena I'm just staring at you right now because it's really FUN and ENCHANTING and wait, what're we doing right now...?

Scrooge: Will you two miscreants get this girl out of the manor before the air in here does her any more harm.

Violet: We require no prompting.

Lena: C'mon Webby, delight of my dark and accursed existence, let's go bankrupt your dad.

Webby: Okay!!!!!

Scrooge: Just- just some of the money now, not all of it. NOT ALL.

Scrooge: WEBBIGAIL ARE YE HEARNG ME DON'T EMPTY THE BIN LASS DON'T RUIN ME- LEAVE ENOUGH FOR ME TO SWIM IN AT LEAST! THE ARTHRITIS! THINK OF ME OLD JOINTS, GIRL!

#ducktales 2017 #scrooge mcduck #webby vanderquack #violet sabrewing #lena #weblena #incorrect quotes

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